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self-groping.
    “Of course.” Taddy hoped this would be good. She loved when Brill girls dished on themselves. Lonely at the top, Taddy was no longer included in chatter at the water-cooler.
    “My friend DJ Dejon spins at several parties in Europe this time of year—”
    “Don’t take this the wrong way.” Fighting the urge to laugh, she bit down on her lower lip and sat back in her chair. She always tried to demonstrate a high opinion of her girls. “How does a native from Provo, Utah, have a DJ friend named Dejon who spins in Europe?”
    “We’re friends online through a chat room, ma’am.”
    “Aah, makes sense.” God bless cyber introductions .
    “Anyways.” Kiki pulled out a flyer from her paper stack. It listed DJ Dejon’s tour dates.
    To Taddy’s surprise, he trotted the globe. “Wow.”
    “New Year’s Eve, Dejon is spinning in Algarve, Portugal.”
    She leaned closer. “And?” An open tube of Cunty Red glossed her left nipple. This gave her ideas for other color cosmetic names. Taddy jotted down in her notebook MelonLicious and Utah Virgin.
    “Dejon posted Algarve in his online chat room as the hottest place this winter—both temperature- and scene-wise.” She flashed her small white teeth, scoring huge with this season’s tip.
    “Love it. Book it. Thank you, Kiki, darling.” She reached for her cell and texted Lex the change in plans. Kiki chatted on about DJ Dejon’s music while Taddy received an immediate reply from Lex. It read, “Make the reservation under our code names”.
    Using an alias proved vital when Taddy traveled with Lex. Lex Easton was a famed rock-n-roll star’s daughter turned fashion designer. Taddy had experienced her all-too-public lifestyle as teenagers. Since she was also in the spotlight, she found herself booked at the St. Regis and Exhale Bliss Spa under the code name Red.
    In Monte Carlo, she booked under Marie Red, in London Lady Red, in Las Vegas Lucky Red and so on. OK ! magazine and In Touch Weekly sure as hell didn’t need to know about her anal bleaching business. She preferred to remain behind the scenes and let the reporters focus on her clients. Not her. However, for some reason, Taddy always found herself front and center of attention.
    “Kiki, you’ll see in my personal folder, my travel policy on making reservations under the name Red.” She smiled. “Tell me about Algarve. The tidbit I’ve heard is Portuguese footballer João Moutinho lives there.”
    “So…”
    “João plays for the F.C. Porto team.”
    “Sooo.” Kiki was clueless.
    “A drop-dead delicious European version to my va-jay-jay-idol Brayden Brooks.” She turned the picture frame to face Kiki. “If I can’t have Brayden this holiday, I might be able to have João.” Taddy wondered if Kiki’s DJ cyber buddy knew João.
    “I better get to my desk and get started on these reservations, Miss Brill.” She excused herself.
    Au revoir , South of France. Olá , Portugal.
    Taddy was delighted to learn that Kiki’s on-again, off-again cyber relationship with DJ Dejon had progressed from chat rooms to web videos. Dejon had facilitated securing Taddy and Lex the presidential suite at the city’s five-star hotel.
    They were booked under Senhora Red.
    Elated, Taddy gifted Kiki with a bonus—an appointment with Dr. Hugo Fassenbender to get her breasts augmented. New cleavage proved the least she could do. Although Taddy’s came from Mother Nature, she identified with a girl’s desire to have a power set, especially since she’d learned Kiki had wanted a pair. She often referred Dr. Fassenbender at her leisure.
    Aside from being the best breast doctor in town, Dr. Fassenbender hailed from Berlin. His patients raved about the precision of his surgical incisions, which rarely scarred. According to the salesgirls at Bergdorf Goodman who sold him his leather accessories, he was also a Dom in the BDSM community. She hoped Hugo would help put Kiki in touch with her sexuality. Maybe