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of everything except a black lace bra and a matching string thong. Chase nodded in appreciation and began taking off his jacket. Amy led him gently to the sofa where he began kissing her without much passion. He needed release, nothing more. As if reading his mind, Amy slid down and began undoing first the button, then the zipper on his pants. “I’m good at this,” she said, as if reassuring him. “You’re going to want to fuck me before you know it.”
    At the sensation of her mouth on him, Chase groaned. It had been too long. After a few minutes, he looked down at her, eyes half closed, her tongue running down the length of his shaft. He thought to himself, “shit, Amy Weatherby is blowing me right now” and quickly lost control.
    He decided to spend the night just because he was tired, and because, if he were really being honest with himself, he wanted her to pleasure him again. The first time had been too quick, and he was curious to see if she was as good as she said she was. She seemed happy he was staying. He stripped down to his boxers and while he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth (“there’s a new toothbrush in the right-hand drawer” she instructed him) she hung up his tuxedo against the door.
    “You looked good tonight,” she said to him possessively. “But you’re definitely going to do the walk of shame tomorrow morning wearing that.”
    He noticed that she still kept her lingerie on as they got between the smooth silk sheets of her bed. “Isn’t that going to be uncomfortable to sleep in?” he asked, remembering what Jaime and had told him: lace was scratchy against your skin, and anything that hoisted your breasts up as if they were on a platter was not made for sleeping in. But instead, Amy shook her head. “I like feeling sexy,” she told him, and he thought of the phrase again: professional girlfriend.
    Satisfied and drained, Chase was able to sleep the whole night through for the first time in weeks. When he woke up at six the next morning, he felt better than he had in a long time. Amy was already up, and when he turned to her, she knew exactly what he wanted. He lasted a lot longer this time, and Chase had to admit that she was talented. Amy Weatherby went beyond enthusiasm or even experience. As he watched her and felt her mouth and hands working him to draw out every last bit of desire from him, he wondered idly if learning how to give great oral was something you learned in acting school.
    The doorman in Amy’s building didn’t blink as he came out of the elevators, greeting him with a cheerful “good morning, sir” as if a six foot, nine inch tall man coming out of the elevators wearing a tuxedo at 7 in the morning was a perfectly normal occurrence. But then again, given Amy’s skills, he had probably seen it all before. As Chase stood on the sidewalk hailing a cab, he noticed that someone was talking pictures of him across the street. This wasn’t that unusual---from the minute he stepped onto the basketball arena to the minute he got in his car, every moment of his life was captured by dozens of cell phones pointed his way. But for one, he wasn’t in a basketball arena and two, this wasn’t a cell phone, but a professional looking camera with a massively long lens attached to it. They must be waiting for some other guy, he thought to himself as the cab drove him home.

Chapter Five
    Jamie
    It seemed only fair to Jamie that if the only man who you ever loved was going to leave you, you would at least have some warning. Maybe you would start fighting about small, nonsensical things so that after he left you could say, “oh, he was trying to distance himself from me, I should have seen that coming.” That’s what happened to one of her friends.
    Or maybe, like another friend, you would find unexplained phone numbers in his cell phone, and a girl would answer, “hey baby” in a sexy voice when you hit redial while he was taking a shower.
    But to wake up one morning