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It seems almost an intrinsic part of human nature to envy those around us, to suppose that others are happier and better off than we are, to long for what they have.
There is the common teen-age fantasy of becoming a famous rock star or singer. The successful businessman who secretly longs to be a football player on his favorite team. The well-known comedian who wishes he were a state senator somberly addressing an attentive Congress.
So, too, is the case with Nick Jennings and Clara Crukshank. Raised in a poverty-stricken environment, they had grown up in the certainty that money and success are the most important things in life. They reached their goals with no thought about who they’ve stabbed in the back or left in the dust.
And meanwhile, their day-to-day lives continue. Nick runs a successful nightclub and whorehouse; Clara plays her role of prominent, wealthy starlet.
While at night they must attend to the whims of the sordid and the depraved.
THE WHORE MASTER perhaps a too-true story of many modern Americans. A novel of surpassing interest to our upwardly mobile, materialistically-oriented society.
Nick Jennings owned the Dandi Club. He had gotten it by saving his money and cheating the hell out of its former owner in an all-night poker game. And now that he had it he thoroughly enjoyed the little frills that went along with the power that it gave him; like the pick of the best pussy that passed through the club, both as future head-liners and as chorus people.
The club was extremely private and very popular. It attracted wealthy businessmen and professional men when they wanted to get away from the cares and worries of the everyday world and their wives. The fact that it also had one of the most fabulous gambling rooms and the best-stocked whore houses on the West Coast didn’t hurt business either.
The profit from the club was for Nick’s private account. It paid for his three homes, his yacht, and his auto collection. Just pin money, for his toys.
But, oddly enough, the club was Nick’s major interest and source of enjoyment. Because every once in a while, there was a talent who came along who was, without a doubt, destined for the big time. It was always a chick and Nick could always spot her. He had an eye for talent.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number AB-5066 in the original publications (a duplicate).