Dante strode to his desk and gestured for Lilly to take one of the facing chairs.
She stepped lightly, her eyes flashing over the room on her way to the chair. She relaxed in the chair and crossed her well-shaped legs.
He wondered how the simple act could be so erotic. “So you can dance.” He leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. He tossed the lighter on the desk. “We need some acting as well as dancing.”
“What type of acting?” she asked, her dark eyes direct.
He blew a lungful of smoke at the ceiling. “The kind without clothes.”
“I will perform nude, but no sex.”
We’ll see about that. “I’ll pay you six grand.”
“I pay you eight—you’ll need to buy some tits.”
She stood and reached for her bag.
“Okay, okay, I’ll give you eight grand for twenty minutes film time. And film rights.”
She sat back down. “I only work for cash.”
“I’ll have a contract sent to you tomorrow.” He reached to the ashtray and stabbed out his smoke. He was off center, irritated that she had manipulated him into watching her perform on the phone. He wasn’t stupid, however. This woman was hot, and she did intrigue him, some. She was a gymnast, a ballerina, and seductress all in one, and he was a businessman. She had potential.
He opened the desk drawer and took out a small folded piece of paper. He opened the envelope and tilted a pile of coke onto the glass-topped desk. He was an old-fashioned guy; it was good form to seal the deal. He liked the rituals: paper, envelope, razor blade for chopping. He chopped the coke and spread it into four parallel lines. He took a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and began rolling it into a straw.
He raised an eyebrow. “Line?”
“Why the frown?” he asked.
“Today is the first day of the Chinese new year. You’re asking for trouble using a razor blade on New Year’s Day.”
“No shit? I must have missed the public service bulletin.”
“You may cut off good fortune for the rest of the year.”
She smiled for the first time. She had a pretty little mouth with nice white teeth. He’d like that mouth around his cock.
Find Dante at: www.HologramTheNovel.com
Be still my racing heart!
Unless you have been living under a rock for the past week, you will most definitely have noticed that the official trailer for the Fifty Shades of Grey film has been launched. (and when I say “noticed”, I of course mean “watched it at least twenty times”.) It should come to no surprise that I am looking forward to its release like people in the desert look forward to rain, or like paparazzi look forward to another Bieber incident. (For once, I am actually excited about Valentine’s Day, instead of wanting to hurl into a bucket!) To honour this marvelous trailer (and the always marvelous, (almost) always shirtless Jamie Dornan in it), I wanted to dedicate a post to the clothes which I think make a guy look sexy. Admittedly, Christian Grey – as his name suggests- sticks to an array of grays and dark hues in combination with charismatic…
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He is a Greek God. Adonis. He moves closer to her, just a few feet from her chair. He tips his head sideways to look out from under a wayward lock of blond hair. Dark, lush lashes surround beautiful blue-green eyes that look her way. His full lips venture a tentative smile.
“Hi,” he says bashfully.
Oh my God! He is amazing. I can’t believe he is here speaking to me.
She knows this is a fantasy, but what a fantasy! That was the whole idea, right?
“Hi,” Sam ventures tentatively.
He looks back, just as if he heard. “I haven’t seen you here before . . . I would remember,” he says as he dips the net into the pool. The muscles in his shoulders and arms ripple as he moves the pole. He works his way to a few feet from her right. He glances back in her direction. “Do you want to play a game?”
Find him in Hologram
Option 1: Marriage
Some of the best things life has to offer are yours: companionship, social status, family, and love. However, your chances of success are 50/50, and losing means a train wreck for companionship, social status, family, and love–leaving you in an emotional wasteland of disappointment and failure. If you elect to play, the game requires monogamy. Cheat and you will likely lose the game. This is the sticky part. Humans are complete failures at monogamy. There is always an evil womanizer, a selfish pig-of-a-husband, or a man-stealing harlot-slut-whore at fault.
If Option 1 sounds a bit daunting considering the odds of success, there is always Option 2.
Option 2: Remain Single
No ball and chain for you! You retain your sexual freedom, albeit at the risk of sacrificing true love (do you really loose the true love option?). You’ll enjoy decision making autonomy and guilt free sexual relationships. Sounds perfect! What more could you want? Maybe a couple of kids or someone to change your diapers in old age? This is the sticky part; reconsider Option 1.
There is a tiger behind both doors. Seriously, is this what life is about? Maybe the fault is our culturally mandated monogamy clashing with our hard wiring, our human nature. Maybe the evil womanizer, the selfish pig-of-a-husband or the man-stealing harlot-slut-whore can’t help their behavior any more than a dog can help being a dog.
Did man take a wrong turn on the evolutionary path leading us to our present state of discontent? Have we in effect been trying to put a square plug in a round hole ever since? Christopher Ryan, PhD and Cacilda Jethá, MD address this provocative subject in their best selling book Sex at Dawn.
To thine own self be true.
Frustrations. We all have them sometimes. And some people have them more often than others. Personally, I seem to be dealing with a lot more frustrations than usual and I find it increasingly difficult to find an outlet for those filthy creatures.
Hence, this post. I’m currently stuck at home, forced to write one paper after the other, so who else am I supposed to turn to?
Over the past couple of weeks, when I was busy studying/writing/working my bloody ass off, there have been quite a few things that have been bothering me. Little things. Stupid things. And yet they are still driving me mad. When I told my brother about these little frustrations, he simply rolled his eyes and sighed “phaaa, women”.
So since I can’t use my family as a sounding board for all the things that have been bothering me, I decided to share…
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I’m sure you’re wondering why Nancy asked me to do a guest post for California Muse since I’m a gynecologist and not a book critic. I suspect it is because I have been badgering her to put condoms on every character in Hologram’s sequel. Yes, I believe there’s a sequel in the works and I understand there’s a sexy new man who might engage in hot sex . . . . That’s all she’s telling me so don’t even try to get more details out of her. She’s stingy like that when she’s writing a book.
I am affectionately known as the “Safety Queen” in my lakefront community. At least I think it’s affectionate. I make you wear your sun glasses and sun screen as soon as you step outside. I always hold the orange safety flag while watching the water skiers closely for concussion. How many fingers am I holding up? I’ll put a life jacket on your grandchild if she brushes her teeth near the lake. I separate the raw meat BBQ tongs from the veggie tongs. No one has ever had a salmonella infection on my watch. I carry band aids and hand sanitizer. Don’t even think about running with scissors around me, just saying.
Wrap it up
All joking aside, sexually transmitted infections are no laughing matter. I treat them every day and every woman who contracts an infection asks, “Why me Doc?” Don’t get surprised by an STI. If you are in a new or casual sexual relationship then you have to talk about STIs and insist on condom use.
Did you know?
– Cervical cancer is a sexually transmitted disease caused by HPV
– The 4 H’s: HIV, hepatitis, herpes, HPV are viral infections that can’t be cured and some may even result in death.
– Syphilis is on the rise. Gonorrhea is resistant to most antibiotics.
– Chlamydia can cause sterility.
– Warts are also sexually transmitted.
– These infections don’t care what age you are so protect yourself even in middle age.
Samantha enters a virtual world of sexy intrigue in Hologram. She takes us on a risky romp with the men of her dreams. The virtual sex seems harmless. No condoms required. You might even feel a little libido boost reading Hologram. The danger to Sam comes when she can’t tell the real from the virtual. Hologram is a great beach read so grab a beach towel and kick back for a safe and sexy boost. But don’t forget to bring a Trojan if you’re reading Hologram in mixed company.
What do you say Nancy? Trojans for all? And can you bring up an extra life jacket, and I think that orange flag is getting dull and do they sell gallon jugs of sunscreen in California…….
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How do you know? Everyone is fascinated with someone who deliberately breaks the rules. Taking a piece of the pie at someone else’s expense requires guts and confidence. I asked my friend Jon D’Amore, who was involved in the biggest scam to ever hit the Vegas Strip to tell us what it takes to spot a cheater. . . (more…)