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tennis coach. And he wouldn’t.
    She nodded to the driver, who got out and walked around to the back of the house where he parked his car. Eileen shimmied into the back seat of the Bentley before Benny got out. She took off her necklace and laid it on the seat beside him. Her skirt was so short she had no problem straddling him.
    “What’s the matter, baby?” she said in a little girl voice. “Don’t you feel well? Tell mama. You know you’ll tell me sooner or later.” She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, then the second one, the way it excited Benny.
    “I always do, don’t I? It’s just…I had a wonderful lunch, then it all went to shit.”
    He was such a little boy. All men were. And it was a woman’s job to keep them that way. Always to have the upper hand. She slipped her blouse off her shoulders. “Does it have anything to do with the…tragedy the other night?”
    Benny stroked the swell of her breasts. As he circled his fingertip around her nipple, she felt it peak.
    “I’m not sure I’m up to having sex right now, darling,” he murmured.
    “I know, sweetheart. I can tell. How could you when you’re upset?” She slid down his zipper, then slipped her hand into his crotch and gently tweaked the tip of his cock. Slowly. Very slowly. “Poor baby.”
    “You might be getting me in the mood. I’m not sure, though. I need a little more encouragement.” He lifted one of her breasts and drew it into his mouth, suckling like a hungry infant. In between slurps, he told her about Cindi’s boyfriend first, then about Mario Russo. She caught her breath at Russo’s name, but Benny didn’t notice while he was feasting. He always told her everything, other than who the day’s lucky woman was. But she didn’t need him to tell her. She had been in the life long enough to know that for him it was business, no different than it had been for her. A release of tension.
    Well, not exactly. For her turning tricks had been about money. Lots and lots of money. A lucrative job. She made men feel like they were George Clooney, and they paid her to make them feel that way. Even trade. That’s what she was doing to Benny right now.
    She purred in his ear, along with a tongue tickle. “The little con artist tried to shake you down? The nerve.”
    “He did. I’m afraid he’ll be back. Blackmailers never stop.”
    She ran her fingers up and down his shaft, felt him grow harder. Not in the mood, her ass. A man is always in the mood, given the right incentives. Even men way past their prime, which Benny wasn’t. She was non-pharmacological Viagra. If Benny got any harder, he could use his stick to hit a home run out of Yankee Stadium.
    “What’s this guy’s name?” Eileen said, positioning herself.
    “Dick,” Benny moaned, moving on to the other breast. “Damn, with you in my pants, I’ve got dick on the brain. His name is Dirk, not Dick. Dirk Hansen. He’s an actor. Probably not a very good one or he wouldn’t be resorting to extortion. Colin found he had a record―oh, God, that feels good―and if Cindi ever turned up hurt or dead, he’d be the first one questioned.”
    “Someone ought to teach him a lesson. He obviously didn’t know who he was dealing with, did he? What about Russo?”
    “I’m meeting with him Thursda y. I’m sure he wants to talk about the Martell incident. I meant to call Martell, but I got sidetracked. I kind of thought if I didn’t think about it, Cindi never happened.”
    “That’s the best way, darling. Don’t think about it. If Martell had a conscience, he’d have called the police. He didn’t, so I’d say you’re safe. Russo probably wants to confirm what happened will be forgotten.
    Benny pulled his mouth from Eileen’s nipple, a dollop of drool teetered at the corner of his lips. “I’m not a bad man, Eileen. I’m trying to run a business. Trying to make people happy. Is that so terrible?”
    She patted his head. “Of course not, darling.”
    “Why do people do these awful things to me? After all these years, why are bad things happening?”
    “Forget everything else and think of the here and now, baby. And what does Benny want to do right now?”
    “I want you to do Daddy like you’ve never done him before. Make my depression go away.”
    Doing him like she’d never done him before might take some doing, but she’d give it her best shot. She reached for the beads on the seat. Benny liked them better than a cock ring. God, she hoped no