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Pam Charles was 23, blonde, beautiful, and had a rich man keeping her at an expensive beach house.
For quite some time Pam, who also worked as a professional model, was convinced that she had it made in life. That is, until experiencing the frustrations of knowing that she could only have a few stolen moments out of the life of Vic Gordon, the married man who was keeping her.
She began to wonder what it would be like to exist apart from the isolated framework of a woman. Even though Gordon, a wealthy man, was willing to shower Pam with every conceivable worldly luxury, the young model began to realize that there was a lot she was missing out on in life—like a man she could call her exclusive own, one who would be able to devote unfettered attention to her.
Her life took a sharp turn once that a dog named Pal entered it. Ironically, Vic was the person who set the wheels in motion, buying the intelligent canine for her as a means of protection when he was away.
I could hear the sounds of the water splashing against the surf as I got out of the shower.
I was bare-ass naked, my beautiful body twistingly wet from the warm water that had splashed against it.
My lover and keeper, Vic Gordon, always wanted me to take a shower before having sex with him. He had arrived in his Cadillac unannounced almost an hour before, and when he had failed to find me at the house, he journeyed down to the beach below and discovered me taking a fresh water swim.
He enticed me back to the place with him. Naturally Vic would be able to do that, since he’s paying the rent on the gorgeous Malibu house where I’m staying, situated just above the waters of the Pacific Ocean. It is located on a side street just above Pacific Coast Highway, so that I have a beautiful View of the water either day or night.
I have Vic to thank for all that. Vic, that is, and my gorgeous body, which measures out to a perfect 36-22-36.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.