Page 14 - The Case of the Wandering Husband FLIPBOOK

“Pay me.”

Fannie said as she moved in her own filth. The dogs were whining and attempting to
clean her as Bronski looked on with a savage smile. All Fannie desired at this moment
in time was to shower. Well, almost. She wanted to get paid first.

“What,” Fannie almost shouted as she shoved her dogs away. “You thought this was
a freebie?”
Cherry Sins smiled. A hard, knowing smile. The woman had worked in Hollywood
for over thirty years. By now she knew the cardinal rule of California. Nothing was
free.
“How much?” Cherry asked.
“Depends on what else you want from me?”

The hardness of Cherry’s smile entered her eyes. Fannie stopped to look at the
woman. She’d had all the work done of course. Boobs, butt, nose, lips, tummy tuck.
The woman looked fabulous for being fifty-five. However, Fannie knew it was the
work of plastic surgeons and personal trainers and private chefs which gave Cherry
Sins her incredible looks.
It was a shame really. Cherry had possessed that All-American Girl Next Door look
when she started her porn career, and now she looked like the Queen of Hollywood.
Well, now that Fannie thought about it, she was the Queen.

Cherry produced several blockbuster movies each year along with movies which
blurred the lines between porn and mainstream. None of it mattered to her backers
since whatever the woman touched made a mint. She was worth millions. Hundreds of
millions of dollars and now this rich bitch wanted to know how much Fannie wanted.

“I want you to follow my husband for me,” Cherry answered. “He has a disturbing
habit of disappearing on me for a couple of days each month. I want to know where
he goes, what he does, and who he does it with.”
The implication was easy to read. Cherry thought her much younger husband was
cheating on her. It made sense. Drake was gorgeous. He could have any woman he
wanted at any time. He could definitely have Fannie. All he had to do was smile and
she would be naked and on her knees.
And the truth, the ugly truth about it no matter how hard Cherry tried to change the
perception, was Cherry was an aging porn star. It didn’t matter how good she looked.
She was old. At least to Fannie who was nineteen. Cherry was old. Way too old for the
likes of Drake Lords.

“Thirty days - guaranteed,” Fannie said as she attempted to move in her chair. The
stickiness between her legs had grown nasty. She needed to get this done with so she