Author's Note: Our first foray into Hollywood is here! This will be a key part of Book Four. Thanks for the great ideas and feedback. It's great to have such wonderful and engaged readers.
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The invitation to go to LA and catch up with Peter about our movie project came at the last minute. I had barely recovered from the hangover brought on by Johnny and Shelly's wedding when Peter summoned me to LA.
"I'm going to miss you daddy," Kat said, giving me a kiss as I walked her to the door Tuesday morning.
"Me, too, love," Rita said, also kissing me.
"I'll be back Thursday," I said. "It's going to be all business, it sounds like."
"Probably some interesting business if Kelly wants Jess to come out, too," Kat said.
"Just be good," Rita said playfully.
"I'm always the best," I said.
I waved as the girls drove away in the dark, ready to go on the air and continue to slay Houston's morning local news ratings. Back inside, Jess was already awake, showered, and helping herself to two lines of cocaine in the master bathroom.
"Hi, babe," she said, looking at me with desire. "Peter's jet got here last night. I think he wants you first-thing this morning."
"That's either good or bad," I said.
"Probably good, right?" she said. "I mean, isn't the investment structure doing better than expected?"
"A lot better than expected," I said.
Movie finance, as I had been forced to learn quickly, was hardly a stationary or predictable realm. There were an unlimited number of ways to pay for a film. Long gone were the days of approaching a studio or producer, getting a budget approved, and having the funding fall in your lap -- even for a mogul like Peter. He didn't want to finance his new project with his own money. So my contribution was coming up with a creative way to put the deal together to minimize risk but also allow them to quickly mobilize production. My plan involved selling the real estate on which Peter's production company sat and negotiating a leaseback for the operations of the building. This allowed him to realize the value of his property while also continuing to bring in rent from the other tenants who leased space in it. The LA rental market was hot, and Peter was able to capitalize on high property values, which gave him a big chunk of cash up front and, thanks to long-term leases, dependable cash flow going forward.
"We need to swing by the Hooker House and pick up Alix on the way," Jess said as she wheeled her suitcase to the door.
"Oh, she's coming with us?" I inquired.
"Yes," Jess said. "I've got business to do with Kelly, so if Peter needs some fun, Alix is going to take the lead."
I stopped at the door and turned around. I looked at Jess with a melodramatically dropped jaw.
"Jess, when did you get so responsible?" I said.
"Shut up," she said. "I'll suck you off in the car."
Jess's head popped up from underneath the steering wheel just as I guided the G-Wagon into the driveway of the Hooker House. She flashed a cum-covered tongue before swallowing with a smile. Alix waited for us on the front porch, wearing cutoff jean shorts that allowed her ass cheeks to spill out the back and a belly-revealing white cotton top that showcased her nipple piercings.
"I hope you've got some coke in there, Jess," Alix said. "Those two have been fucking all over, all night long." She gestured to the front windows, and we noticed the spectacle inside.
Nicole lay on her side on one of the couches, a leg jutting proudly into the sir. Nestled between her was Bryce, forcefully ramming in and out of her. Nicole's pleasured screams were audible, if muffled, outside the house.
"It's literally been six hours straight," Alix said. "I don't know how her cunt doesn't wear out."
Jess handed her a coke bullet, and I put her suitcase in the back of the SUV. Alix smiled at me after she took two hits of coke and patted me on the crotch.
"Your fly's undone, stud," she said.
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The flight to LA was uneventful, apart from Jess and Alix doing the occasional line of coke. They were all business, discussing the current state of Infinity in Houston, as well as prospects in LA. Brittany and Alyssa, who had taken a sabbatical from her real estate career to renew her focus on escorting, had spent the past month with Kelly taking LA bookings.
A limo whisked us from Burbank airport to Kelly's house in Beverly Hills, where the guest room awaited us. Kelly greeted us in a stunning blue kimono, her hair pinned up.
"What's the occasion?" I asked as I stepped out of the car behind Jess and Alix.
"Without Kat here, I wanted to make sure you had something to look forward to," Kelly said with a wry smile.
"Not before we talk business," Jess said. She wore black-rimmed glasses and a silk blouse. She looked powerful.
"We might as well get it out of the way," Kelly said.
"John, be a dear and show Alix the guest house," Jess said. It was an instruction.
I took my bag and the girls' suitcases down the winding path to the guest house. The huge French doors were standing open.
"This is fucking amazing," Alix said. "I could get used to it."
"Are you thinking about doing a California rotation?" I asked.
"I think Jess wants me to trade out with Brittany these next two weeks," she said. "I may not be going back with you."
"How will Houston run then?" I asked.
"Britt and Nicole can handle it," she said.
"Nicole has really turned a corner, huh?" I asked.
"Since she's been on her meds, she's perfect," Alix said.
"Meds?" I said, confused.
"Anti-depressant," Alix said. "She sees a counselor. She's doing great."
"Well, that explains a lot," I said.
"Do you know where there's a shower in this place, John?" Alix asked.
