Welcome to The Kat House! I’m excited to bring to you the first two chapters of the first book in my Bucket List series. Prowling Vegas is the beginning of my fictionalized memoir detailing my journey to fulfill all of my secret—and not so secret sexual fantasies. I have all sorts of fun in and out of the bedroom with old friends, new friends and some mighty hot strangers! Before you read any further, I must warn you. This post and those that will follow featuring this series are NOT SAFE FOR WORK and for ADULTS ONLY!
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Now that’s out of the way…
Kat House Productions, Main Offices
Los Angeles, California
I circled the tall, heavily tattooed and pierced specimen before me. He had gathered his long, dirty blond colored hair at the nape of his neck and not in one of those frickin’ man buns I detest. He’d done his research about my tastes and it showed in his demeanor now and in the way he held my gaze during the introductions. Respectful and yet full of fire.
Just the way I liked them.
“I’ll leave you alone to discuss the position in more detail.” My assistant, Marcus winked as he closed the doors behind him.
This one was his special gift to me and I had no doubt Marcus gave him explicit instructions on what to do to please me. Time to see if he looked as yummy without the gift wrapping.
I snapped my fingers and the stud muffin stripped and dropped to his knees before me.
I nearly gasped as his cock sprang to life and appeared to dance before my eyes. Oh yes. I could do a lot with this one. He’d star in a movie or two, maybe even grace one of the covers of our books. My mouth watered and my pussy clenched at the thought of him slamming into me over and over again. He’d be the perfect ending to one hell of a stressful day of endless meetings for Kat House Productions. Our publishing division had been under another attack by yet another group of Holy Roller Mommy Bloggers claiming we were the downfall of the young generation of this country. They’d threatened to burn our books in public and several of them had trolled my authors online. I’d had enough and meant to put a stop to it once and for all.
After giving them the floor for over two hours, I was finally allowed to speak. I’d sashayed across the stage in my curve hugging business suit and sky high red heels. I’d deliberately piled my long raven colored hair on top of my head and worn my thick rimmed glasses in order to confuse them. The sexy librarian look had always been my go to ensemble when confronting mobs expecting to see the former porn queen in all her glory. Little did they know that behind the thirty six triple Ds was a broad with a MBA from Stanford. I may have earned a shit ton of money on my back, but I turned it all into an empire each and every one of them would kill to be a part of but would never admit to out loud.
I stared out at all those angry faces of parents ready to burn me at the stake for filling the minds of their kids with smut. I pulled my glasses down over my nose and scanned the audience for another thirty seconds of silence until I caught a few squirming in their seats. “Thank you for calling this Town Hall meeting. I’ve listened to each and every one of you share your stories of how your kids have been corrupted by the onslaught of porn and erotica on line, in movies and in books. I have two questions for you. Where the hell were you when your kids got their hands on material sold to adults? Where were you and your parental guidance to steer them away from images not meant for their eyes? It’s not my job to babysit your offspring. It’s not the job of my authors or the actors in my movies. You have the ability to take away the smart phones, prevent access to adult sites and programs on the Web. You can stop dropping your kids off at the movie theater and believe them when they say they won’t sneak into that new NC-17 movie everyone is raving about.”
I’d paused and scanned the crowd again. More of them squirmed in their seats, but the majority of them were frozen in stunned silence, their eyes wide with shock and their jaws on the floor.
That’s when I knew I had them right where I wanted them and drove my point home. No one, and sure as hell no self-righteous group of soccer moms was going to tell me how to run my multi-billion dollar business.
“You can ban and burn Kat House movies, books and adult toys all you want, but the fact remains each and every item is created by and for adults. If you want someone to blame for your children being exposed to adult content, look no further than your own backyards. I dare you to delve deep within yourselves and evaluate your own shortcomings as parents and guardians of our youth before you attack and blame others for leading them astray.”
If the microphone hadn’t been attached to the podium, I would’ve dropped it on the floor. I left the stage and the auditorium with my head held high. All eyes had been on me as my tits and ass bounced out the door. Marcus had given me two thumbs up and promised me the reward that knelt before me now.
I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. His eyes followed my legs up to rest on the Brazilian waxed cleft between my thighs. I leaned back against my desk and spread my legs wide for him to take it all in and then snapped my fingers again.
Like any good slave he went right to work. He flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue several times before he dipped into my slit and lapped at my hole. I wrapped his pony tail around my hand and pulled his head back from my pussy. He whimpered and licked his lips. Oh this one is most definitely a keeper. “Show me what you got, Deacon. Don’t hold anything back. If you can get me off without any direction from me, you have the job. If not, you still have a job but you won’t be able to have any of this ever again. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress. I’ll do whatever it takes to be able to have you over and over again.”
“How often I allow it is up to you.” I placed my thighs on his shoulders and ground my cunt in his face.
He dove back in with gusto. His lips latched onto my clit and sucked hard. His fingers plunged into my sheath and feathered the walls.
Just how I like it.
I groaned and he sucked harder and fingered me faster.
Oh yes. This one was a keeper. I’ll have to give Marcus another raise for bringing him to me today. He’s turning into the most delicious piece of ass I’ve had in a hell of a long time.
Deacon slid up my body and tore open my blouse. My nipples tightened with the onslaught of the cold room air and my impending orgasm. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he stood up and carried me toward the wall. The head of his cock knocked at my entrance and I nearly wept from the need to have him buried inside me.
He braced me against the wall next to my desk and spread me wide as he thrust into me.
The angle of penetration and the speed of his stroke took me through one orgasm after another until I couldn’t tell when one ended and another started. His full lips covered mine and our tongues battled for control. Our piercings clinked against each other with enough force I thought the bars would lock together. The telltale coppery taste of blood in my mouth brought me back to my senses and I ended the kiss.
He carried me across the room and continued to move me up and down his gold studded cock. His ice blue eyes bore deep into mine. A hint of a smile formed on his now swollen lips and he appeared to be reveling in having me wrapped around him.
Get ready for a lesson you’ll never forget, big boy.
He fell back onto the cushions. His hands moved up to my hips and I slapped them away and laughed. “It’s my turn now.”
I leaned forward and pinned his arms over his head. My tits swung over his mouth and he continued to assault my nipples with his tongue. I tilted my hips forward and back, raking over the studs and causing enough pain he gasped. I smiled as I sat up and placed my hands on his chest for balance as I found my rhythm. Faster and faster I rode the stallion beneath me until both of us exploded one last time.
I collapsed on top of him to catch my breath and relished the feeling of his cock twitching inside me. I sat up enough to look at his face but not untangle from him yet. He was indeed a beast of a man and I had the perfect role in mind for him. He’d go far in this business and I was going to be the one to make it all happen.
“I’d say you’re interview went well.”
He laughed. “So will I be able to have time with you again, or is this your way of giving me the boot?”
I rubbed his stubbly chin with my fingertips. “Darlin’ I’m going to have you so busy fucking Kat House stars you won’t have the energy for me again.”
His dick twitched and a wave of desire whipped through me.
This could get complicated.
He smiled and shrugged. “I’m game if you are. You’re one of the hottest women I’ve ever met and I can’t get enough of you.”
“Relax, Deacon. You don’t have to lay on the flattery now. I know damn well you grew up slapping your sausage to my movies. You’ve just fulfilled one of your horny teen fantasies.”
“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t true—but damn, Kat. Fucking you in person is so much more than I ever dreamed it could be.”
I sat up and pulled him up with me. “I don’t do strings.”
“I’m not asking for any.”
“Then what are you asking for here? Marcus went over the contract with you in great detail. You won’t get any other perks if you’re screwing the CEO.”
“Fair enough but why not enjoy each other while we can?” He cupped my ass with his hands and squeezed.
This time I didn’t slap his hands away. For once I wanted to lose myself in a lover and forget about the world for a little while longer. Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be—at least not now. I let him rock me against him and bring out another slow rolling wave of ecstasy. I knew how this would end if I let it go on longer than today. He’d fall hard for me and demand exclusivity.
Can’t go down that road again. Too much at stake to risk it on something as fleeting as love. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not an Ice Queen. Like most people on this planet, I would love to find the happily ever after with the one who completes me heart and soul, but my life is way too complicated to get close with someone and expect them to have to deal with the long hours I put in every single day. Those long days and nights alone would be bad enough to experience as a couple, but top it off with the fact I make my money filming people having sex, writing about sex and selling toys to help others enjoy sex. Any sane person would run away from me screaming. Very few stuck around with me through it all and we’re not compatible that way…at least not for more than a few booty calls to help scratch the itch as they say.
I have some fabulous friends with benefits but time spent with them has been too few and far between. All of us are busy with our own lives and haven’t made the time to spend with each other to see if anything would develop. Workaholics don’t make for good life partners. I need someone who accepts me as I am and someone I’d be willing to give all of this up without them ever having to ask.
So far no one fits the bill except Marcus and that’s because we are one and the same. If he’d ever want to explore his bisexual side he knows I’ll be right there with bells on. Thing is, as much as we love each other, we would never take that step. We’re too scared to fuck with the good thing we have now.
Plus I’d lose the best damn assistant in the world. Who wants to deal with that shit?
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The warm water cascaded down over my body and washed away all traces of the three hours I’d spent losing myself in Deacon. By the end of it, I’d convinced myself he would be a fun distraction from time to time, but not more than that. My plate was filled to overflowing as it was and I had very little time to devote to a new boy toy or anything more. He’d taken it much better than I’d imagined. He’d smiled and seemed to be okay with that arrangement. At least he hadn’t tried to change my mind. I had to give him credit for that and told him he scored more points with me because of it. He’d smiled and nearly brought me to my knees again. His charisma was off the charts. He’d definitely be an asset for the company.
I’d sent him on his way with a copy of the contracts for him to go over with his agent, a lawyer, or both. He’d protested and had wanted to sign right there on the spot but I wouldn’t have any of it. The first lesson he had to master, if he wanted to get anywhere in the adult entertainment industry, was to always cover your ass even if you think it’s a no brainer. While I knew he would never get a better deal anywhere else, I wanted an outsider to go over the details with him to drive the point home. Of course, if his people try to change things up and grab more money for him now, I’ll cut him loose. I’m always up to renegotiate once an actor or author has proven their worth to the company, to me and to themselves. When they start asking for advances and salaries higher than my top talent based on what they think they can deliver, red flags go up for me in spades.
You don’t get where I am without being around the block a few times. I’ve been screwed by the best of them in this business since the ripe old age of sixteen. You bet your sweet ass I lied about my age with the first dickhead who promised me fame and fortune. I was far from a virgin then, but my baby doll, innocent school girl looks were a hot commodity and everyone paid top dollar to fill one or all of my holes. Of course I never saw two thirds of the money I made for my first manager and producer. However, with the dough they did pay me, I was living large and without a care in the world for well over two years.
Until I got knocked up.
There was no way in hell I was going to be saddled with a snot nosed brat while I fucked every Tom, Dick and Harry in the porn scene in LA. I’d asked around and had been directed to what was supposed to be a very discreet doctor’s office. It seemed legit since it was the same name that came up with all the girls I’d been working with at the time.
The place had been hidden away in a ritzy titzy area on the other side of town from where we’d been shooting. I can’t remember the name of the flick we were working on, but it was one of three movies I’d been contracted to star in that month. They were all filmed on the same set so sue me if my memory is foggy now. It’s not like any of them were up for an Oscar, but they did help me get nominated for AVN Best Actress. Adult Video News is our Academy Awards for those of you who don’t know such things. I have a room full of them now for acting, directing and producing. It’s fun to drag them out from time to time to show off to the new talent.
Back to the doctor’s office and my unwanted pregnancy.
I’d gone in there without any makeup with my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head. Even dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans, I turned heads and managed to piss off every woman in the joint. So much for girl power. I got up the nerve to check in with the woman at the front desk and filled out all my personal information on their admission forms. I turned it in and before I could open up one of the magazines on the table in front of my chair, I was called back up front and informed of their fees and asked how I intended to pay.
I stared at the bleached blonde and didn’t know what to say at first. She pointed to the note she’d attached to the clip board with my forms. “Since you’re a new client, we’ll need you to pay for the office call before you see the doctor.”
The note spelled out exactly what the doctor expected from chicks like me. Of course his fucking receptionist wanted cash up front before I was given the nod and taken to one of the rooms in the back. He’d examined me, confirmed what I’d already known and told me he could end the pregnancy right then and there.
No trying to talk me out of it or laying one of those uber religious guilt trips on me either. He’d simply stared and waited for me to tell him what I wanted to do. He had looked bored and tired and really couldn’t care less one way or the other. I didn’t want to be there any longer than I had to be and sure as hell had no intention of ever sitting in those stirrups again.
My head nodded to give him the go ahead even though my gut told me to get the fuck out of there. I should have listened to that little voice. If I had, I might’ve been able to have kids of my own when I was ready. Instead, I’d let this quack to his thing. He botched up the procedure and I had to be rushed to the hospital for an emergency hysterectomy. I received several units of 0 negative to replace what I had bled out onto his white tiled floor. The police arrested him and his bitchy receptionist the next day. I’d been shocked to learn he’d continued on with his schedule butchering frightened women as if nearly killing me the afternoon before had been just another day at the office.
The studio had picked up the tab for my medical bills and helped me find a new manager. I’d made them a hell of a lot of money and they didn’t want to lose me to a rival production company, so they’d bent over backwards to ensure I had plenty of time to recover and come back whenever I was ready and cleared by my new doctors.
You’d think that the abortion fiasco would have sent me running from it all, but it made me fight harder to get what I wanted—not just for me, but for all of us in the industry. Because of me and many others, full medical and dental coverage became standard in all contracts. Mandatory drug and AIDS testing became the norm across the country. No one had to die of a preventable disease or botched surgery at the hands of fucking quacks ever again.
The day I took control of my career in that hospital bed, was the day I formed Kat House Productions. Over the next five years, I’d secured the rights to all of my old movies so no one could use any scene or still photo without my permission and paying me for the privilege. Did I piss people off? Damn straight. Did I give a fuck? Nope. If they wanted to use any part of my body including my voice, they had to pay the price or find another actress gullible enough to give them what they wanted for free. I continued to work with the studio who stood by me during my darkest hours and together we took the adult entertainment world by storm.
As my reputation grew, more actors came to me and asked to join the House. I’d had the pleasure, and I do mean great, toe curling pleasure to work with them on other projects. I’d jumped at the chance to help take charge of their careers as I had done with mine. Within a year we had three full production crews, a PR department, and a law firm with a dedicated team of lawyers and paralegals to handle all of our needs. We’ve more than doubled the staff in each department over the years and we’re looking to expand again.
With the advent of the e-book craze, we added publishing to our list of adult entertainment services. Little did anyone know, but I had written several best-selling erotic romance novels under another name. At the time, I’d wanted to venture out into new territory but didn’t want people to buy my books because I was Kat Seyes, Porn Star. I hired a couple editors and a cover artist and then uploaded the books to each vendor myself but under the newly formed Kat House Publishing division of my company.
Six months later, the first three books in the series were at the top of the USA Today and NY Times Best Sellers lists. Readers had devoured the books faster than I could crank them out. Sales continued to beat records set by another writer who had given vanilla readers a taste of the taboo. Twitter and Facebook had blown up with speculations on who was behind the mysterious author known as Cherry Devine. The mainstream media jumped on the bandwagon and before long, there had been more than a dozen imposters claiming to be the real Ms. Devine.
I’d been having a blast keeping everyone in the dark but it wasn’t meant to be. An actress I’d been hot and heavy with at the time, decided she would become the face of Cherry Devine and bolster her career in the process. She’d hacked into my laptop and stole a few files that had two rounds of edits for the last book I’d published, and the mockup of the cover for the one yet to be released.
Of course the press had believed it all and ran with the story without bothering to verify anything. Months of planning for the new release were now for naught. I had to come out with the truth all because I’d let my guard down with someone I’d trusted and had allowed into my inner circle. She’d done it all for the money and fame. In her twisted mind, she thought she’d be able to convince me this was a win-win for both of us. She’d have a career boost, and I’d be able to keep my secret. She’d assumed I’d be so grateful she’d take on this burden for me, that I’d bring her on as a salaried employee and she’d get a cut of the book earnings.
Fuck that shit.
Marcus had earned his first bonus handling this one for me. He’d set up a press conference where I walked out and presented a few of the rough drafts for the first book. My editors and cover artist had been there to back me up as well as my team of lawyers. I’d admitted the imposter had been my live-in partner and because of this abuse of trust, she’d been cut out of my life and fired from Kat House Productions.
As you can imagine, my ex hadn’t taken any of it lying down. She’d sued me for breach of contract and sexual harassment. My lawyers earned their hefty retainers and had everything thrown out of court within a week. Her only contract had been for one movie which she had been paid for handsomely, thus fulfilling any and all obligations on the part of the company. We’d started our living arrangement more than a year later. Apparently she’d been under the impression that sleeping in my bed meant she would be allowed to star in more movies. Her own lawyer told her she didn’t have a legal leg to stand on but that didn’t stop her from trying to defame me and the company. She filed lawsuit after lawsuit with the courts in five other states trying to keep her name in the papers. The last judge had seen enough and told her if she filed another suit anywhere, he’d see to it personally she was locked behind bars for abusing the system.
The whole fiasco had been the last time I’d allowed anyone that close to me ever again—except Marcus. He knows me better than I know myself. He’s my best friend and confidant and if he wasn’t gay, I’d be all over him in a heartbeat. Maybe that’s why our relationship works so well? We can be ourselves with each other without fear of it ever getting weird. It may look odd to outsiders, but for us it works.
I walked out of the private bathroom attached to my office to find him leaning against my desk holding up one of my favorite maxi dresses. “Well, did Deacon rock your world or are you going to make me watch how he does during filming?”
I laughed, took the dress from him and slipped it over my head. He’d seen me naked on far too many occasions to even bat an eye that I’d be running around the office in my birthday suit. “You were right. The man can fuck like nobody’s business. How long did you prep him?”
He shrugged and handed me my shoes. “I told him very little actually. I wanted to see if he could win you over on his own. He said he’d been a fan of yours for years. I hear that at least twenty times a day screening your calls, but something about him and the way he said it, made me believe him. Plus I wanted you to have some fun after the shit you’ve had to deal with lately. I’m tired of having to deal with the bullshit.”
I sat down at my desk and packed up my messenger bag with my essentials to work from home. “You and me both.”
He stood and crossed his arms over his chest. “Spill, woman!”
“Deacon will be a Kat House Stud within the week.”
I smiled and laced my arm through his as we walked out of the office together. “And he will be my guilty pleasure for at least a little while longer. He’s got something I need now and that cock of his fits just right.”
Marcus fans himself and chuckled. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Do you think he’d consider jumping over on my team?”
“What makes you think he’s not already on your team? Just because he knows how to stroke a pussy, doesn’t mean he can’t turn you into a quivering puddle of jelly.”
“Have I ever steered you wrong?” I stopped him at the elevated and held his gaze.
His eyes widened. “Never.”
“Well then don’t be surprised if he just so happens to show up on Monday with the signed contracts and asks you out on a date to show his appreciation for getting him the interview.”
“You know I don’t believe in work place romances even if they’re only one night stands.” He opened the limo door and then slid in after me. “It would be too complicated.”
“That’s true if it were anyone else but you. I’m going to be gone for the next month and I trust you to keep things running as if I’m here but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy some R and R yourself. All I’m saying is if Deacon wants to show you a good time, then you damn well better take him up on it. Life’s too short and it’s time both of us grab whatever pleasure we can and enjoy every single moment of it.”
“Is that why you’re taking these trips? To explore things you let go all these years?”
I smiled. “Damn straight. I’ve been working on my list for longer than I care to remember. Funny how others assume since I’ve done the porn thing, I couldn’t possibly have any other sexual fantasies left to fulfill.”
“Honey, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. Everyone has a Bucket List. Why should you be any different?”
I sighed. The man gets me like no other. “So how about you join me next weekend and help me kick off my journey in Vegas?”
He laughed. “As if you’d take no for an answer.”
“You’re right. I won’t.” I handed him a large manila envelop. “Here’s your itinerary with everything you’ll need to get your ass to the Cosmopolitan. I promise this will be a trip you’ll never forget!”
He grabbed my hand and brought my fingertips to his lips. “It’s good to see your eyes light up again. I’ll be there with bells on. Vegas won’t know what hit them!”
I pulled him too me into our usual bear hug. “I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life, Marky Mark. Thank you for sticking by me through everything.”
He held on tight and whispered in my ear. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, Baby Girl. You’re family and I’d give my life for you. No questions asked.”
I rested my forehead against his and smiled. “Ditto.”
The limo pulled up in front of my building and I gathered my crap from the floor. “I’ll work on these tonight and messenger them over before I head out for the beach house tomorrow. I need to clear my head before taking on Vegas.”
He waived me off. “You know what they say. All work and no play…”
“Makes for a very frustrated and horny, Kat. Don’t worry. I’m ditching all things work related as soon as I’m walking in the sand. Of course that doesn’t mean I won’t keep up with my journals. What good is a bucket list if I don’t record the events to relive over and over again?”
He kissed me and shoved my ass out the door. “Go on now. The sooner you get upstairs to the fancy penthouse of yours, the sooner you can get started on your tour of sex and debauchery.”
“Hmmm. I like that. Kat’s Sex and Debauchery Tour coming to a city near you.”
I watched as the limo pulled out into traffic to take Marcus home. He lived a few blocks over from The Kat House, and yet he always insisted he escort me home first. It’s his way of making sure I actually leave. If I’d had my way, I’d still be living in the office…hence the private bathroom, fully stocked kitchen and bedroom. The last time I protested and attempted to pull an all-nighter, he’d stared at me with those huge brown eyes and shook his head. The only time I’d been allowed to stay over since then is when we’d had a major deadline to meet with some of our international partners. Beyond that, I am required to sleep in my own bed every night.
I have to admit, he’d been right. Staying at the office for two and three days at a time had left me open for my ex to attempt to take over my Cherry persona and steal another half a mill before I cut off her tabs around town. I changed all the locks and closed out her credit cards. No more Mistress Nice and all round sap. That gravy train will never see the light of day again if Marcus has any say in the matter, and believe me he always has plenty to say even when he doesn’t speak about it. All he has to do is lift one eyebrow and all arguments from me die before they form on my lips.
He really doesn’t have to worry about it. I won’t allow anyone to get that close to me again. The walls are up and I’m on guard but that doesn’t mean I can’t cut loose and experience everything I’ve ever fantasized about. Vegas is simply the warm up. I’m shooting for sex on the Great Wall of China, ghost hunting and screwing in the haunted castles of Ireland. Spending a week or more in the hotel that was made famous in one of Stephen King’s novels. I want to see if the fear of being in those rooms can take my orgasms to new heights or if all the hype surrounding the hauntings is just that—hype.
Hell, I just might fall in love again while I’m on this trip. Stranger things have happened but I’m not going to search for it. This getaway is for reconnecting with old friends, meeting new ones and fulfilling every single fantasy I’ve ever had however elaborate it may be. I’m at a place in my life now where I can afford to do this and do it right.
No promises and no regrets.
My phone chirped an incoming message and I smiled when I glimpsed the photo attached to the number. My old friend Steve Eischer wanted to let me know he’d personally made sure my suite at the Cosmopolitan was stocked and ready as per my instructions. Now hurry up and get your ass out here. I can’t wait for you to meet my fiancé, Kate. The gang’s all here to welcome you home with a private party at Saints and Sinners to kick off your stay with us.
I shook my head. Same old Steve. We’d had a lot of fun back in the day. I wonder if this Kate can top him from the bottom. Bet any money she’s a firecracker just like the last one. Hell, she’d have to be to get him to give up the bachelor life. Two failed marriages and an empire worth billions is enough to prevent anyone from settling down. I’m no better. Since the fiasco with the last ex, I’ve kept everyone at arm’s length. Easier that way. Love them and leave them wanting more. That had been my motto when I was an actress, and even more now that I call all the shots.
I tapped out the message and added all the required dirty emoticons I knew would make him laugh. I’m heading out on the first flight Tuesday morning. Should be there around 8am. If you can haul your ass out of bed and away from Kate that early, I’d love to join both of you for breakfast in my suite. I’ll whip up my famous omelets and fill you in on what I had in mind for my stay in “your” town. In the meantime, I’m hiding out at the beach house for the weekend to rest up. You’ll wish you had too once you see my list!
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Next week: Sex on the Beach in Chapter 3!
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