Chapter Six
The phone rang in Bellamy’s apartment, Redford on the line.
“How did it go?” John asked.
“Well, very well,” Mike replied, as he stared at the TV screen and the full color video of Gillian Brahms as she was kneeling on the chair spanking her ass with the ruler. “Her body is stunning. Shows just the right amount of slut to suit me, and there is a genuine nervousness in her behavior—she’s not the hard-assed b***h you think she is. A little problem with details—she only managed fifty minutes, but I think the face at the door must have scared her.”
“It was supposed to,” Redford reminded him.
“Perhaps too well.”
“Don’t let her appeal cloud your judgment.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” he said, as his d**k sprung up rock hard looking at the nasty picture of Gil
