To Be Opened By the LAPD Only in Case of My Demise
She walked into my office like trouble on legs. I had seen her many times before, but never in person. Having her in the same room with me gave me a strange feeling…warm and harsh all at once, like the rush of a first shot of bourbon. She arrayed herself in my client chair like it was a throne, pointing her irresistible legs at me as if daring me to look away. Read more…
CHAPTER 1: SHOWS & SEDUCTIONS
I had so looked forward to visiting LA again. After living there for 14 years, it was “in my blood”. But circumstances beyond my control, had forced me to move East…Now, a whole months worth of shows had been booked by an LA theatrical agent…“The Master of Comedy Hypnosis” was “going home”…But my partner in the show, Genie, was not going to be there for the first few shows…Her son was suffering from a bout of the flu, and she naturally wanted to be by his side…Consequently, I had agreed to perform “solo” for the first 2 weekends. Read more…
Thursday
I finally broke free. I skipped my session with her yesterday, loaded my car, and headed out of town. I don’t know where I am going, but I must flee. This is my last chance to escape her control. I know this is right. I feel exhilarated.
Friday
Last night I was on her couch, listening to her silken voice as she put me under. When I woke up in the motel room I was disoriented…disappointed. This is natural. I don’t have to be worried. There will be a period of adjustment, but eventually I will be fine.
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Part 1 Coyote Hits the Road
Normally, the screw-up would have really set me off. These guys had been a problem since we hired them. But for once I had no problem controlling my temper. On the contrary–I had to be careful not to sound happy. The subcontractor that was screwing up was in LA. And somebody would have to go down and decide if they were salvageable or we were better off just dumping them and re-bidding the contract. “God, I hate LA,” I said, trying my best to sound disgusted, “but tell them I’ll be there Monday morning”. Read more… |
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Bill glanced at his Rolex as he entered the coffee shop; he was in a rush to get to the office as usual. The tables were crowded with customers, but the line was not too long this morning, about five people. He would be pushing his luck, but he dreaded facing a day of client interviews and meetings without his morning latte. He took his place at the end of the line.
She was there again, two customers ahead of him. Recognizing her gave Bill a pang of annoyance. On Monday they had had an altercation. He had been running particularly late that morning, and had shouldered to the head of the line. The others on line didn’t make a peep, but she had turned out to be pretty feisty. First she had scolded him for his bad manners. When he had tried to give her the brush off (“Look, lady, I’m in a rush….”) instead of clamming up she had gotten angry. What had she called him? A boor? A jackass? Anyway, it had been a lot of trouble to get a freaking latte. Read more…
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