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you it’s not rhetorical. Is there such a thing as bad publicity ?”
    Junie started to cry.
    “Goddam it, Junie, stop that shit! Listen to me. You’re sitting on a gold mine.”
    “What do you mean?” Junie asked between sniffles.
    “Well, I mean it figuratively. And literally. You aren’t infamous. You’re famous .”
    Michael leaned forward to Junie. “I’m pretty sure, Princess, boyfriend is suggesting you start turning tricks for a living,” he spat. “And I’m sure he’s willing to take a cut.”
    “Like just about everything in your miserable life, you got it wrong— dead wrong ,” Gordon said. To Junie: “I know people. People who are rich—damn it, rich isn’t the right word. Sports stars. Rappers. Businessmen. Yeah, goddamn drug dealers—and I don’t mean street-level shit. People I grew up with, went to school with. You have no idea how much money they have.”
    “So?” Junie asked as she wiped her eyes.
    “Damn it, woman, you’re not thinking clear. Remember Robert from Atlanta? My Morehouse buddy? That weekend we spent at my place?”
    Junie nodded. It had been her first threesome in several years. After two days of nearly nonstop fucking, she had left Gordon’s apartment bruised and happy.
    “His brother plays for the Sea Hawks. He has a thirty million dollar contract.”
    “I still don’t get it.”
    “Listen, Junie. These men…they have wives, they have girlfriends. You know what? Wives and girlfriends are a pain in the ass. Not in the mood. I’ve got a headache. You forgot my birthday . Pain in the ass . So when they want sex, just sex, just to have a good time…Am I getting through?”
    “They hire a hooker?”
    Gordon slapped his forehead. “They don’t hire a hooker. Okay, there’s a word. ‘Escort.’ A beautiful woman, fun to be with, intelligent, a perfect date—and very, very skilled at sex. The whole package.”
    “How do you break in?” Michael asked.
    “Sounds like I’m getting through to someone, finally. It’s not easy. You could do some research, find one of those high-priced Manhattan or Hollywood escort services. Remember that governor of New York? He paid, like, thirty-five hundred a night? But that escort had to split her fee with her madam.
    “The best, absolute best way to get into high-end escorting is to freelance,” Gordon continued. He leaned forward, gesturing, intense, his eyes blazing. “It’s also the hardest. You’ve got to be a known entity—someone with a verified skill set. And you’re over that hurdle.”
    “’Chief librarian offers extended services’?” Michael asked.
    “Yes! Goddamn, my phone is going nuts! Junie, all these guys I’ve known for years. I’ve told them about you. You’ve met some of them and slept with at least one. They want to fuck you! In the nicest possible way! They read those articles and get hard!”
    “I should…should…become a prostitute ?”
    “Think of it as—the entertainment business. Something that you give your all to, which is your style. And not just you. Girlfriend here, too.”
    Melanie blinked. “Me?”
    “You’re a perfect match, salt and pepper,” Gordon explained. “Junie’s all sexual energy, crazy sex-fiend stuff. She’s a small package that just explodes. Melanie, you’re softer, more innocent. And your curves and those tits…You two make an incredible package. And there’s a big marketing advantage to that, especially with the really high-end customers.”
    “Why?” Michael asked.
    “It doubles the kink, so you can double the fee. Trust me on this: Nothing, absolutely nothing turns a guy on more than watching two hot women fuck. Since you’re already lesbians, so much the better. Only thing, you’ll have to shorten it up, time-wise. Lesbians go on forever.”
    Melanie blushed and mouthed to herself, “Am not a lesbian.”
    “Oh, god! See what I mean! She’s priceless!” Gordon enthused.
    “I am? Oh, Gordon, I wouldn’t know what to do. Junie would,