Congratulations! You have reached the final chapter of my story. Difficult times foretold by Lydia finally arrive. DO NOT read this chapter unless you have read all the other chapters in order. It will only confuse you and you will not like yourself!
Enjoy!
Conclusion
Monday morning, we returned to some normalcy with a jog before breakfast and then cereal with fruit before heading off to work. I had several meetings scheduled with suppliers and our insurance company before going to the restaurants to continue meeting with employees.
Pam began her second week at the bank and was dreading the comments about the photos and article in Sunday's paper. We decided over breakfast to just tell the truth if someone commented or asked. We would say that one of the models was Pam's sister who had been adopted at birth. They met for the first time on Saturday and got along great. There was conversation, not confrontation as reported by the local paper. And finally, Pam has never appeared in
Playboy
.
Pam did receive the credit card linked to my account and I transferred $5000 to her checking account later that morning.
When I arrived at the office, I checked with Cheryl and most people had responded positively to our party invitation. We had invited roughly 90 people and only two couples had sent their regrets so far. The Bistro would be catering it so that Pam and I could spend all our time with the guests. She was already worrying about what to wear.
I checked with Ron and he had sent my response about the article to all the restaurant managers. They were covering all the employees in small meetings as they arrived for work. He said that on Sunday, only a couple of guests asked or made comments while dining. Their servers responded by asking, "Do you believe what you read in our local rag?" More importantly, there was no discernable drop in guests.
When I arrived home that evening, Pam was in a very good mood. Jason did ask to meet with her when she arrived. She explained the entire story to him. To his credit, he then called in all the tellers and customer service personnel and explained to them what had happened. It ended up being a non-event as everyone knew how reporters exaggerate. They were all happy that Pam had found her sister.
We were siting in the library talking when Pam's cell rang. It was Janie. I could tell from Pam's words and her expressions that things were going well. They talked for several minutes.
As soon as the call ended, Pam reviewed it for me, "She is having a great time. She said that for the first time in her life, she felt like she really was home. She and mom had spent most of the day talking about their experiences and life in general. Janie even cooked lunch and dinner with mom. She said she loved to cook, which surprised me.
"They are going shopping tomorrow and she will call again tomorrow evening. Of course, you heard me say we would drive over on Thursday."
Tuesday and Wednesday just flew by. Pam and I were both very busy. There was still no apparent fallout from the article and very few people even commented on it. I did have to take a little ribbing on the Tuesday morning call with my team. It was all good-natured and we had a robust laugh over it. The sisters talked every night and the visit could not have been going better. Janie was obviously impressed with her mother.
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We arrived at the farm around 3:00pm on Thursday. Ruth and Janie met us on the porch. After hugs and kisses all around, we sat in the living room and visited until dinnertime. Janie mentioned that she would be returning to LA Friday evening. Her jet was going to be in New York that day with several models doing a shoot. It would fly to Greenville and pick her up at 7:30pm.
Pam and I were pleasantly surprised when Ruth announced that Janie had prepared dinner for us. She had done individual beef wellingtons with asparagus and risotto. I concluded after the meal that cooking ability was genetic. How else could all three daughters be so good at it?
I didn't know if it was my wishful thinking or not, but it appeared to me that Ruth and Janie had bonded completely, almost like they had never been separated. They deferred to each other. They helped complete each other's sentences. Janie was starting to use Southern slang words and some of that New Jersey/California accent was even changing. Maybe her years of drama classes were showing results in her ability to speak with different accents.
That evening, Janie joined us in our bedroom and we sat on the bed and talked for a long time.
Pam asked her about the transition from student to model and how that happened.
Janie told us the whole story. "During my first year at school, my girlfriend and I were at a bar one night. I know, we were underage but we had great fake ID's. A very nice looking young man was hitting on me and I was interested. I've always loved sex and previous lovers always told me how beautiful and sexy I was. That gave me a lot of self-confidence and some guys really like that.
"He invited me back to his apartment and I went. We had a great hookup and I really liked him. After another date, he asked me about being an escort. Turned out he was recruiting for an executive escort service and wasn't so interested in me as he was my body as a business opportunity. The kind of money he promised me just blew my mind. I had no idea people were willing to pay that much for sex.
"Several days later, I called him and said I would do one date just to see what it was like. The next day, he called me and told me where to meet the gentleman. He then asked me to pick a professional name as he didn't want to provide my real name to anyone. I thought for a few seconds and picked 'Nikki' and I changed 'Li' to 'Lee.' I just always liked that name.
"Well, I had a great time. The gentleman was so nice and gentle with me. We fucked for two hours and he told me I was the best he ever had. I must have cum three or four times. As I left, he surprised me with a $2000 tip and the service paid me $7000 for my work. So in one night, I made more money than I had made cumulatively in my entire life.
"That was the beginning of my career. For the next three years, I went to school by day and fucked very rich men at night. Many of them were Hollywood stars or studio executives. I never had a problem with abuse or any of the shit prostitutes normally encounter. I guess when you're paying $10,000 and up per date, you don't abuse the merchandise.
"I was really in demand and I saved everything except what I needed to spend on sexy clothes. By the time I was 20, I had more than two million in the bank."
I asked, "How did you come to own a production company?"
"When I was 23, I had about six million in the bank and started to look for opportunities to invest it. By then, I was doing photo shoots and fuck scenes on camera. That was lucrative also and I enjoyed using my acting skills. The executive escorting was winding down as the service only hired girls between 18 and 22 so I was getting too old for them.
"I learned about the business by being on the sets and listening to the director as he gave instructions to me, the cameramen, sound and lighting guys. Some of the dicks I had to work with were just awful. They looked like the idiots they really were. The camera work sucked on many of the shoots and some of the hands were so amateur all they could do was stand there with their cocks hard and their tongues hanging out. It was really a two-bit industry making millions.
"I met a young director on one of the shoots who really knew what artistic porn should be. He insisted on professional cameramen and lighting guys and used only the best HD equipment. And he hired really sexy male actors. I loved working for him. He was freelancing and I made him an offer to invest in his business; and he took me up on it. He and I had a great relationship and he was really good in bed. I eventually bought him out and we expanded like crazy in 2008 and 2009. We put a unit in Eastern Europe and doubled our net. The girls over there are really beautiful, love sex and work cheap.
