Free Vendetta: Lucky's Revenge by Jackie Collins

Madame Loretta had been supplying exquisite young girls to all Hollywood. Sherequired them fresh and unused, so as soon as she’d spotted Leslie, she’d lured her from the Rodeo Drive boutique she was working at, and set her up in a luxurious apartment.
    Leslie was a natural. With her glowing looks, and small-town charm, she soon beguiled all her clients, who, much to Madame Loretta’s delight, became instant regulars.
    Leslie had harbored no intention of remaining a call girl forever. Servicing rich, jaded men was not her life’s ambition. She’d wanted more. She’d wanted true love, and one day—while waiting for her car at the Santa Palm car wash—she’d found it with Eddie Kane, a former child star who was then the head of distribution at Panther Studios.
    Eddie Kane was a true Hollywood character and no slouch when it came to women. One look at Leslie and he’d mentally burned his fat black book. At first he’d had no idea she’d once been one of Madame Loretta’s high earners, and although she’d gone to great lengths to make sure he never found out, eventually he’d discovered the truth, causing an immediate split between them.
    It was an unhappy time for Leslie, but she’d been determined not to return to her old life. Instead, she’d taken a job as a receptionist at a fashionable beauty salon, where several weeks later she’d been discovered by Mickey Stolli’s wife, Abigaile. Abigaile had insisted Mickey screen-test this incandescent beauty. In the meantime, a coked-out Eddie had smashed his precious Maserati into a concrete wall, leaving Leslie a very young widow.
    The very young widow’s screen test was a big success.
    A year later she was a star.
    Leslie often reflected that it was true—in Hollywood—if you wished hard enough, anything could happen.
    Now she was in bed with Cooper Turner, and he was everything she’d ever imagined and more. He was her fantasy come to life.
    She leaned over, softly trailing her manicured nails up and down his smooth, bare back. It was lunch break and they were in a motel near the studio. Cooper’s idea of lunch was eating her pussy for a solid half hour. She’d come so many times she’d lost count. This man was an unbelievable lover.
    Cooper lay beside her, asleep, a satisfied smile spread across his still boyishly handsome face.
    The motel had been his idea. They’d sneaked off without telling anyone—highly unprofessional. Leslie knew the hair and makeup people would kill her when she returned to the set, because it would take at least an hour to put her back together before she could step in front of the camera looking picture-perfect again.
    “Sweetie pie, wake up,” she purred, satisfaction coloring her breathy voice. “C’mon, we have to get going.”
    Cooper opened one eye, lazily reaching for her breasts. Gorgeous, like the rest of her. He pushed them together, gently caressing both nipples with his fingertips.
    She sighed with pleasure, her nipples hardening to his touch.
    He rolled over on his back, positioning her on top of him, her long legs spread wide across his thighs. Very slowly he inserted two fingers, savoring her anticipation. “Lower yourself on me, baby,” he commanded, loving the fact that he could get her so hot and creamy. “Do it slowly.”
    “But, Cooper…” she protested, knowing it was useless to say no. She would do exactly as he asked and he knew it.
    “ C’mon , baby,” he urged. “What’re you waiting for?”
    She caught her breath as she felt him slip insideher. Flexing her muscles tight, she held him a willing captive.
    “That’s it, baby, that’s it,” he moaned, grasping her ass and squeezing. “You’re sensational!”

7
    “ WHAT’S YOUR MOTHER LIKE?” TIN LEE ASKED .
    Insane , Alex wanted to reply. Selfish. Mean. Self-obsessed. A tyrant. A nag. She drove my father to drink and an early death. And even now—with all my success and fame—she’s constantly putting me down .
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