Free In Paradise by Brit Blaise Page B

wig, isn’t it?”
    Please don’t let him be hitting on me! Gina didn’t know what to say, but this welcome from him answered a lot of her questions. She’d wondered why her agent had been approached by Ray Thompson Erotic Enterprises.
    Then again, who in New York City didn’t know Virginia Newman? Until she’d broken her leg, she’d made the society pages on a weekly basis.
    “I’m so glad you’ve come,” he continued to gush. “You’re our first choice for this job. You have the perfect tush.”
    “Tush?” Gina breathed a sigh of relief and wondered about sitting in the faux tiger-fur chair with the phallic-shaped back. “You want to give me five grand for a replica of my tush?”
    “Well, not exactly. We need your pussy and your tush. The whole enchilada. That’s how it’s done.”
    Enchilada? Gina decided against the chair and took a step back.
    Mr. Thompson extended his hand toward her and stood. “Please, wait. We’ll pay you five thousand for the mold. And another five when the product hits the shelves.”
    “Ten thousand?” If she was careful—and stayed out of the shoe stores—she could make the money last until her cast came off. Then there was the little matter of the physical therapist demanding cash up front. “What exactly do I have to do?”
    “I won’t lie to you. The actual process is a little longer when we need both. But it should take no more than one day of your time. And if we’re lucky, we’ll get it right the first time. You could be in and out of our factory in a couple of hours.” He looked at his watch. “What do you say? Is nine tomorrow morning good for you?”
    “Ten thousand for two hours?”
    * * * * *
    Gina double-checked the address on the slip of paper prior to entering the small warehouse on the lower west side of Manhattan. She didn’t have time to think about changing her mind before she was approached by two beautiful women.
    “Right on time. I’m Kerry an d this is my best friend, Laren.” The tall blonde making the introductions smiled wide enough to show her tongue piercing as she motioned to the shorter redhead. “Ray told us to hurry this along and make it a pleasant experience for you.”
    Laren nodded. “Right this way. Lock the front door, Kerry.” They walked from the small office front , down a short hallway with two doors on both sides and a single door at the end. Laren stopped at the second door on the left and swung it open.
    “Will it hurt?” Gina followed Laren through the doorway
    Kerry tapped Gina on the shoulder. “We’d better not hurt you. Ray would fire us.”
    “You two will be the ones doing the impression?”
    “These are the only two faces you’ll see . And Kerry and I will never speak of your involvement with another living soul.” Laren crossed her heart and motioned Gina inside the studio.
    “Mr. Thompson told you who I am?”
    Both women looked a little ill. Laren gasped. “No way!”
    “I recognized you when you walked in the door.” Laren’s face flushed as red as her hair. “You’re a superstar. We know better than to say anything about this. We’d never work in this town again. Like I said, Ray would fire our asses.”
    Gina looked around at the chrome and white interior and began to relax. An expensive bottle of champagne nestled in a sleek stainless steel wine chiller engraved with the company’s monogram called to her. These people were for real if they planned on serving expensive French champagne.
    A half an hour later and on her third glass of the bubbly, Gina was almost naked under a plush robe while awaiting instructions in a private dressing room. Even though she expected it, the light knock on the door produced a shudder. Gina raised the glass to her lips and emptied it. When she opened the door, she found both women dressed in matching chenille robes.
    “We wanted to make you comfortable.” Laren reached to pat Gina’s hand. “Kerry and I thought if all three of us were naked, you