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eye shadow that highlighted the gold in her eyes.
    "Owww," she protested, covering her left eye with her right hand as if she had been punched. "Take it easy."
    He ignored her, looking to see what else needed to be done. Seneca's big black purse was hanging from her shoulder, which was a nice touch.
    "Spin around," he said, not satisfied.
    Seneca complied, slowly, and with a huge roll of her eyes. She had a nice ass, really nice, and her old Vans were the perfect shoes for what he was trying to convey.
    He looked at her red V-neck t-shirt, and said, "Sorry," before placing his hands on either side of her chest and ripping the shirt down the front about three inches.
    She gasped, and Ansel stared down at her breasts struggling against her lacy black push-up bra, but it was not enough. He ripped Seneca's shirt two more inches, making sure her boobs were the star of the show before stepping back to take a look at his own handiwork.
    I'd pay for her .
    "What are you doing?" she whispered, her large eye growing huge.
    "Saving your life," he answered, then took his thumb and wiped it across her lower lip.
    But it was no good. The red lipstick just looked like he had taken his thumb and wiped it across her lower lip. There was only one solution.
    Ansel put both hands on either side of her jaw, and kissed her. Hard. He rubbed the red color over the edges of her full lips as if they had been at it for hours. He kissed her a little longer than he had to. To make sure . Then he let her go.
    Seneca was breathing heavily when she looked up at him. "Just how is that supposed to save my life?" she spat. And she was so cute, he was tempted to kiss her again.
    Ansel grinned. "You'll see."
    They walked through the drizzle around to the front of the cheap hotel with Ansel's arm draped possessively over Seneca's shoulder. 
    "How's it goin'?" He greeted the guy at the front desk with his best Southern accent. "We need two adjoining rooms at the very back of the motel, please."
    "How long will you be staying?" The guy finally looked up.
    His eyes immediately went to Seneca's boobs, and then drifted to a nervous Dave carrying a camera case. The clerk smiled and met Ansel's eye.
    "Oh, we're just staying the one night," Ansel smiled back, caressing Seneca's back, and then lower.
    The guy looked at Seneca's mouth, and he knew the clerk was wondering what she had done to smear her lipstick. "It’s eighty-nine dollars a night per room, cash only."
    "Not a problem." Ansel pulled out his wallet and handed the guy two hundred dollar bills. "And if we can have a real quiet room, away from…other guests? That would be just perfect."
    The guy grinned, turning to look at Seneca as he said, "I'll put you in a room where you can be as loud as you wanna be." The guy's flabby gut pressed against the counter as he leaned forward to hand Ansel the room keys. "And if you need anything, you have any problems with the lighting…Anything at all." His tone turned lecherous. "You just call me and I'd be happy to come help."
    "Nah," Ansel said, wanting to punch the guy in the face, but instead he slapped Seneca on the ass. "We’ve been around lights before. Haven't we, sweetheart?"
    Seneca smiled seductively, surprising him.
    "Yeah, baby. We've done lotsa things before," she purred, then wrapped her arms around Ansel’s waist, while batting those pretty little eyes at the clerk.
    The guy's mouth fell open as he imagined just what those things might be.
    "Well, we better get started then," Ansel said, snapping the clerk out of it. He held up their room keys as a wave of thanks to the smarmy clerk, then walked out of tiny lobby. "Let's go," he said to Dave, his confused camera man. "The daylight's dying."

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    "A porn star!" Seneca scoffed, shoving Ansel off of her the second the door to their hotel room closed.
    The man grinned, totally amused.
    "Well, I don't know if a porn 'star' would be shooting in a place like this," he observed.