him. It felt amazing. James took my hair in one hand and tugged at it as he slammed his thick shaft into me. I felt another climax well up and wash over me. I also felt James swell within me.
“Just fucking do it,” I urged him. James fucked me even harder as my third climax sent its warm sensations though me. I wailed as James growled and filled me with his powerful orgasm. I began to laugh and James joined me as he finished inside of me, our stress and anxiety temporarily relieved. As our orgasms faded, James withdrew from me, and pulled me up and into his arms.
“I couldn’t do this without you, Simone,” he whispered into my ear. I turned my head and kissed him. James rarely called me Simone, preferring to call me his little girl. It made his words take on a deeper meaning.
“I couldn’t either,” I told him as we moved under the showerhead mounted to the wall. We let the warm water wash over us as if it could wash away our troubles. It couldn’t but for the moment, the water soothed the wounds. “I love you, James. We’ll beat this and we’ll see what life without drama is like,” I told him.
“I love you too, little girl,” James replied and held me even tighter.
~5~
“Nice to meet you Mr. Malone,” I said after James introduced me to his private investigator. He was neither young nor old but he had an edge to him. He wore a dark suit and thin tie and only pulled his sunglasses off after entering the house. He took my hand and shook it before we retired to James’ office to talk.
“Call me Phil,” he said as we settled in and then asked, “So, I’m aware of the situation but what are the details?” James and I told him the entire tale from the beginning. From the day we met in the boardroom at Roland Talent to James firing Victoria. From Sylvia’s tricks to the meddling with my talent agent license. From the specifics of each of our tabloid appearances to our suspicions that Vicky was behind it all. “So who is The Fraulein?” Phil asked after we were finished.
“That’s James’ not so affectionate term for Victoria,” I told him.
“That makes sense now. Well, I’ve got some good news. Victoria likely has other’s involved. She’s probably either paid them off or has something on them to compel them to go along with her plans. In any case, they likely aren’t very loyal to her. I agree the licensing board was probably an inside job. Sylvia, probably through Victoria, had a photographer ready to catch the action by the pool. I’m afraid that when James grabbed her, that was a bonus. They likely were planning on exposing a supposed affair, not accusing James of assault. Sylvia’s injuries are likely phony too. We are in Hollywood, after all,” Phil explained. He seemed to have a good grasp of the situation.
“So what now?” James asked.
“I’ll start looking for the people Victoria has working for her and either offer them more than she’s paying or impress upon them the legal ramifications of lying and fraud. That will cause most of them to crack and expose Victoria. She doesn’t come off as clever. This smells of desperation. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s more to this than meets the eye,” Phil told us. We discussed expenses and payment. James told Phil to do what he needed to do. Money was no object.
Phil promised to update us on his progress within a day or so. He was a no nonsense guy and I wouldn’t be surprised if he had managed to expose the truth within a week. I felt better having a guy like him on our side. James had another leg of his tour upcoming, four shows in the southeast, but we decided it would be best if I stayed behind. The press was well aware of the situation now and Phil might need more information. I wanted to go, but James was the talent. He needed to be there, I didn’t. I used the opportunity to hang out with Josie, who couldn’t make this leg of the tour either.
“I’m sorry about James and all that shit. Damn,
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