Emily sat, gloriously nude, on the massive oak conference table, short blonde hair catching the sun streaming through the glass wall. She pointed at a copy of an old map in front of her slender crossed legs as she talked.
It hadn't been hard for Nuszsaecker to talk her out of her clothes, not after Deidre praised her spontaneous nudity at the club three days ago. Deidre herself stood to one side, dressed in a business-like pants suit but with the blouse unbuttoned, her bra-less abundance spilling out as she leaned over, platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Kurt, her lawyer, stood on the other side, his eyes wandering from the familiar map to Emily's pretty crotch and the older woman's generous tits. Nuszsaecker was the only big name in LA porn he hadn't represented as a lawyer -- and he wasn't in a hurry to have him as a client because Nuszsaecker was famous for being difficult. His slight accent and dominating manner, part slangy New York, where he had started his porn empire before moving to LA, and part Berlin, where he grew up, brooked no nonsense. He was glad Deidre was there to manage Nuszsaecker. Between the two of them and Nuszsaecker himself were Nuszsaecker's real estate manager and his CFO, both more absorbed in the map than in Emily's or Deidre's charms. Nuszsaecker made sure to select senior staff who were gay, so they could keep their minds on the money and not the mounds.
Female nudity was the dress code for business meetings in the conference room of the world's richest pornographer. Nuszsaecker was used to mixing sex and business and it gave him an advantage. Unlike most men, he could calculate the present value of a future contact in his head while having his dick sucked. Nuszsaecker always had the edge in business meetings when naked women were present and so it was only natural that he would invite the "girls" to get comfortable after Deidre told him about Emily's exhibitionistic adventures. Deidre didn't mind showing the younger woman off because, as Nuszsaecker's long-standing mistress, she knew things that would always keep Nuszsaecker coming back to her. Nuszsaeker also had the advantage in appearance: his squat, chunky body and coarse, blunt features, together with beady eyes close-together and a wart on his nose made him look like a rhinoceros. It gave him an even greater advantage in business dealings because people underestimated his intelligence and overestimated the power behind his hard-charging forcefulness.
Comfortable in her skin, and wearing nothing else, Emily was business-like and direct. She told them about how she needed a project for her class at the community college. She got the idea in Spanish class of doing her real estate class project on old Spanish land grants and their relevance today. Kurt was doing something on land titles for Deidre at the time, because she was buying the lot her nightclub stood on. Emily thought she would impress Kurt by looking up the plot of land Deidre was buying as it was in 1850. To her surprise, she discovered a little-known constitutional law provision the big Mexican landowners put there to protect their vast cattle ranches and farms from zoning restrictions or land seizures for public use when California became a state. Under the law, the new state or any local government could not abrogate then-current land use by legislation or local ordinance unless the property had already been put to another use by the owner. It occurred to her that this obscure, seemingly obsolete law which failed to save the big ranchos from turning into city blocks and subdivisions could still apply in 1978 to a tiny triangle of land just north of downtown Los Angeles.
This had been no rancho -- not even a cattle ranch. This little lot had housed a brothel. There was a letter in Spain written around 1831 mentioning the brothel, describing it and how the sons of three local big-shot rancheros protected it from the church padres and kept it open for their own needs. A hotel that now stands on the main part of the lot where the old adobe house would have been on the irregular-shaped lot (because it was on a little plot where three roads came together). More important than this historical fact, there appeared, from newspaper clippings dating back to 1854, to be a continuous history, documented by news of police raids, arrests, and irate letters to the editor, of prostitution on the site for a century and a half. Up to the present day, newspaper stories showed, the current run-down flophouse was still a well-known destination for assignations and a hotbed of prostitution. A hooker working out of the hotel was arrested just last year.
Even better, the tip of the lot, where the corral had probably been, extended south to include at least half of Deidre's nightclub, the part where she planned to expand the VIP lounge. If they could prove that, then in theory the hotel was still legal for the original land use: prostitution and the half of Deidre's club where the VIP lounge was going in could be legal not only for lapdancing but for live sex! But proving that would be hard because the evidence they had only showed that a corral had been there, not how big it was. And the attorney general could claim that once the corral disappeared, the land use changed for that part of the lot. The law wasn't clear on whether it could be applied to only part of a parcel of land.
Emily faced a glass wall with a spectacular view of downtown Los Angeles spread out beneath them to the right, in plain view of an office building across the street to the left, close enough that anyone with a telescope and a corner office could see her. The sunlight glistened on her blonde pubic hair and the shadows of the pink nipples on her small but pert, firm breasts made them look twice as big.
If Emily was right, the lot, less than three-quarters of a city block, was the only place in California where prostitution was legal! In the middle of a city of 3 million and a metro region of 7 and a half million, half of them male, half of them of legal age, 23% of them horny at any given time. Nuszsaecker appreciated that they had discovered a potential goldmine. But taking advantage of this secret would not be easy.
First, they would have to buy the hotel discretely, without tipping off the owners or anyone else to their plan. They needed Nuszsaecker to provide the money but he couldn't be the purchaser -- the prospect of the world's richest pornographer buying up a rather seedy-midtown hotel would draw attention. Deidre could do it, though, without anyone giving it a second thought. After all, her nightclub was just across the back alley. It was a successful business, it made sense to diversify the investment, and she always needed a place for her dancers from out of town to stay. (And a safe place for her dancers who got frisky with their customers to go after work.) Then they had to refurbish the old hotel because it was so run-down. If they were going to turn it into a sex destination they didn't want to be shut down by the public health department for unsanitary conditions. Nuszsaecker would have to pay for that, too.
So it was decided. Nuszsaecker would front the money, Deidre would make the purchase, Emily would broker the deal with her new real estate license, and Kurt would lay the groundwork for the battle. And a battle it would be!
