The Deal
A housewife wants to be paid for services rendered. Her husband agrees. They strike a not quite exclusive deal that leaves plenty of wiggle room.
A Sudden Change in Lifestyle
They’re divorced and on vacation in paradise, but not with each other. They’re willing to pay for the best sex available and wind up with – each other!
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The Best Laid Plans
Copyright © 2011 Keiko Alvarez
ISBN: 978-1-55487-839-0
Cover art by Angela Waters
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The Best Laid Plans
By
Keiko Alvarez
The Deal
Chapter 1
Kelly Reilly studied the shabby building in front of her. She listened to the crackling neon lights that formed the image of a nude young woman as they flickered in the hot noonday sun. The rusty, pitted iron letters that spelled out the word Lester’s creaked in the mild breeze. A wave of nausea made her shudder when she realized that the trash in the parking lot consisted mostly of plastic beer cups, cigarette butts and used condoms.
However, this was the place she had chosen for her mission. She took a deep breath, pushed open the heavy wooden door and walked inside. It took a few seconds for her to be able to see in the dim interior, but she picked out the person she had to talk to-the small, balding smarmy man behind the bar.
Lester Melchy watched her walk towards him. She had to be some type of sales person, he decided. She was tall, about five ten or so, with straight jet black hair that hung to the middle of her back and the deepest green eyes he had ever seen. She was probably the sexiest, most beautiful woman that had ever set foot in his crappy strip joint, but no matter-he wasn’t buying anything.
He lifted a glass of club soda to his lips, took a sip and asked, “Can I help you?” Just to show how disinterested he was in what she had to say, he looked away from Kelly and took another sip of his club soda.
“Yes,” Kelly said. “I want to dance here tonight.”
Lester spewed club soda on the bar top. Some ran up and through his nose, trickling down his shirt. “Are you,” he gasped, “kidding?”