Kisser (2010)

table and sat her down. “Carrie Cox, this is Elaine Kaufman, your hostess, and Dino Bacchetti, one of New York’s Finest.”
    “How do you do,” Carrie said. “Finest what?”
    “It’s a designation meant to describe any New York City police officer,” Stone said, “without regard for individual quality.”
    “Stone should know,” Dino said. “He used to be one of New York’s worst.”
    Carrie laughed, a low, inviting sound.
    “You must be from out of town,” Dino said.
    “Isn’t everybody?” Elaine asked.
    “I’ve only been in New York for three weeks,” Carrie said.
    “Where you from?” Elaine asked.
    “I’m from a little town in Georgia called Delano, but I came here from Atlanta. I lived there for two years.”
    “And what brought you to our city?” Stone asked.
    “I’m an actress, so after a couple of years of training in Atlanta, it was either New York or L.A. Since it’s spring, I thought I’d start in New York, and if I hadn’t found work by winter, I’d move on to L.A.”
    Stone was fascinated by her mouth, which moved in an oddly attractive way when she talked.
    “And have you found work yet?”
    “Almost immediately,” she said, “but not as an actress. I’ve been working as a lip model.”
    “I’m not surprised,” Stone said.
    “A lip model?” Dino asked.
    “I’ve been modeling lipstick,” she explained, “in the mornings. In the afternoons I’ve been making the rounds, looking for stage work.”
    “That’s tough,” Elaine said.
    “Well, I’ve had one very attractive offer,” Carrie said, “from a man called Del Wood.”
    Stone knew him a little, from a couple of dinner parties. Wood was a king of Broadway, who composed both music and lyrics and who owned his own theater. “The new Irving Berlin,” Stone said, “as he’s often called.”
    “Unfortunately,” Carrie said, “the offer came with some very unattractive strings.”
    “Ah,” Stone said. “Del Wood has that reputation. He is also known as Del Woodie.”
    Carrie laughed. “I can believe it. Do you know what he said to me?”
    “I can’t wait to find out,” Dino said, leaning forward.
    “He said—and please pardon the language; it’s his, not mine—‘I want to strip off that dress, lay you on your belly, and fuck you in the ass.’ ”
    “Oh,” Dino said.
    Stone was speechless.
    “I was thinking of suing him for sexual harassment,” Carrie said.
    “Well,” Dino said, indicating Stone, “meet your new lawyer.”
    “Oh, are you a lawyer?” Carrie asked Stone.
    “Yes, but I’m not sure you’d have much of a case.”
    “Why not?”
    “Did he force himself on you?”
    “No. I got out of there.”
    “Were there any witnesses?”
    “No.”
    “Then I’m afraid it would be your word against his,” Stone said.
    “Well,” Carrie said, “I did get him on tape.”

2
    STONE NEARLY CHOKED on his wine. “That was prescient of you,” he rasped.
    “Well, I had heard a little about him,” Carrie replied. “A girl has to protect herself.”
    “Certainly,” Stone replied.
    “Too fucking right,” Elaine added.
    “And by what means did you record him?” Stone asked.
    “Small dictator in my open purse on his desk,” Carrie replied. “So, shall I retain you as my attorney and sue the son of a bitch?”
    “First things first,” Stone said. “What may I get you to drink, and will you have some dinner?”
    “Thank you, a Knob Creek on the rocks, please, and no, I’m not hungry, having already dined—partially, anyway.”
    Stone ordered the drink. “And what do you mean by having dined ‘partially’?”
    “Well, a friend, a stage manager, invited me to a very nice dinner party being given by a well-known actress. We arrived a little late, and to my surprise, I found myself seated next to Mr. Del Wood, who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Having fought that off in the afternoon—something the other diners seemed to be aware of—I tried to make conversation, but then Mr. Woodie interrupted me and announced for all to hear that the offer he had made me that afternoon was still open. He was beginning to explain to everyone what the offer was when I tipped his dinner plate into his lap—we were having spaghetti Bolognese —then I got up, offered my thanks to my hostess, and left.”
    “Wow,” Dino said. “I wish I’d been there for that.”
    “So do I,” Stone said. “Perhaps you’d like dessert, Carrie?”
    “Thank you. Perhaps I