Free Debutante by Madeline Moore Page A

shell company his father had given him and Emily had completed the tedious work of turning it into a film production company. Naked And In Love Productions Limited
still needed a proper logo, but the company was established and registered.
    On Sundays, she and Luke were supposed to forget about everything and spend the day together, but it was getting more and more difficult to turn it off and she knew Luke felt the same.
    Sometimes they simply slept all day and shared a simple dinner. Other times they actually managed to make love. No matter how hard Em laid down the law, her apartment was always a disaster so part of the day had to be spent doing housework, which she, in particular, resented. Bad enough she only had three uniforms for a six night a week gig, making laundry and ironing a must. She didn’t think she should have to mop up after her crew like a janitor. However, since most of them were receiving what amounted to an allowance for their constant hard work, none seemed willing to don the janitor’s cap, either.
    Most Sundays, if they had time, Luke and Em went for a walk and talked business. It couldn’t be helped. Their future and the futures of their friends weighed heavily on them both.
    Tony stood. Emily picked up her soft leather briefcase and she and Luke followed him off the bus. They walked in silence. It was a newly developed area, mainly industrial strip plazas, monotonous red brick. The one they wanted was mainly two storey, with five-storey ‘one tenant’ buildings at each corner. Manero Triple X Adult Film
Distribution was one of them. Five floors in a new plaza? Business had to be good.
    They entered, single file, Emily and her briefcase, which contained six half-hour NAIL Productions Ltd films of varying degrees of quality, in the middle.
    Why did she feel like a criminal? There was nothing illegal going on here. Even the revolting pseudo-rape anal sex tape was a performance by consenting adults.
    She dredged up the memory of an interview Sir Laurence Olivier had done. He and the series he’d done the interview for were old but his words rang as true as ever. In answer to a complicated question by the understandably nervous young interviewer, Sir Larry had leaned back and replied, in that marvellous drawl he often employed for emphasis, ‘It’s called
acting
, dear boy.’
    They were greeted by a receptionist with a Brooklyn accent. Right. Tony had mentioned her. Naturally, Manero had an office in New York and where he went his executive assistant went with him.
    â€˜Welcome to Manero Triple X Adult Film Distribution,’ said the woman, largely through her perfect nose.
Nose job
. Christ. Emily was driving herself insane. She’d had a nose job, too. Although hers was, at least in part, because of a deviated septum …
    The shit stops here.
    With Olivier’s words ringing in her ears, she tilted up her chin, squared her shoulders, and became Ms Emily Forrester, Executive Producer of NAIL.
    â€˜Good afternoon –’ she glanced at the name plate on the woman’s desk, although Tony had already told her what it was ‘– Melody. We’re from NAIL Productions Limited. Emily Forrester and Luke Rayellton. I think you already know –’
    â€˜Tony, my baby!’ Melody leaped to her feet. Her bosom was magnificent, but not overtly displayed. Emily decided not to hold it against her. As far as she could tell, those tits were the real thing. Melody tottered in stilettos and a pencil skirt around her desk to capture Tony in an effusive embrace that made Bobby’s Brazilian greeting seem standoffish in comparison.
    Tony grinned at Emily and Luke over Melody’s shoulder. His eyebrows lifted as if to say,
What can I do but accept it?
    After what seemed an appropriate amount of time had passed, Emily cleared her throat. ‘We have an appointment with Mr Manero for three o’clock?’
    â€˜Right. Right!’ Melody