the twisted mind

Warning: This story contains or may contain descriptions of many explicit extreme and perverted sexual themes such as incest, pedo, bestiality and more. If any of these will offend or upset you, please do not read this story.

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This story tells about Geoff's original trip to the Ukraine to find an orphan to bring back and train to be a sex slut and kiddie porn star for White Productions. Flashback to about a decade ago...

Damn, even with a brief stops in New York and London, Chicago to Kiev was going to be a long freaking flight. Geoff was grateful that White Corp. paid for first class; the extra leg room and better service was really nice, the two leggy stewardesses, a tall blonde and a well matched red head, even nicer. But nice as they were, even before leaving O'Hare, his attention was caught by the couple with a little girl, maybe 8 or 9, across the aisle and down a row. The wife was stunning, but a whiny bitch. Nothing was right or good enough or fast enough; she had two drinks before they left Chicago. She was sitting on the aisle seat with her back towards Geoff. Her Husband was sitting across from her in the window seat; jerk was wearing a cowboy hat. Damn, when did people lose manners? Geoff had been taught that you never wear a hat inside. He hated seeing guys in restaurants wearing hats; even worse if it was those the damn backwards ball caps.

The last time he'd seen that it sent him over the edge. While at a very early dinner, with two luscious companions, a mother and her daughter. The 23 year old Mom, short, only about 5'5" but cute, and sexy as any woman he'd ever met, with a mouth and incredible lips just made for sucking cocks, had answered a White Productions ad for modeling work. He'd already told her that while she was easily beautiful and more than sexy enough for some work, sadly her lack of height would keep most of the more lucrative fashion model jobs beyond her reach. She had expected that and confessed that she'd be interested in about anything. Her deadbeat boyfriend and the father of her daughter had just vanished a few months before, leaving her with expenses and a bundle of debt. She'd already lost her car, and the two of them would soon lose their apartment. In short she was desperate for money fast. As he was about to get more deeply acquainted with her, her body, and oh, that mouth, he got a buzz from his reception area. The temp working there for him informed him that she hadn't been hired as a baby sitter and someone must do something about this "infant".

The young mother heard and started to apologize as she rose. Geoff quickly said, "Nonsense. Sit, I'll be right back," and headed for the front of the suite of small offices. Mommy, as expected, followed him. He insisted that she wait in the hall when he went into reception. Geoff liked little girls; he liked to love little girls. He saw an absolutely adorable sexy child of 5 or 6 just sitting there, panties on display, pretending to read a magazine aloud, to a stuffed pony. She was cute as a button and looked good enough to eat.

Geoff walked over to her, and said, "Hi there, sweetness, I'm Geoff, the man your Mommy is meeting with." He held out his hand to her and said, "Come on, I'll take you and your pony to your Mommy." With little hesitation the young girl smiled, showing a missing tooth, grabbed her pony and his hand. Kids liked Geoff almost right away, he didn't know why, but was sure it had helped make him one of White Productions best talent scouts and recruiters. As he took her hand he turned to the temp and said, "Ms. Jacoby, your services are no longer required, you have 3 minutes to leave." The temp stood with a red face and started to speak. Geoff interrupted her by saying, "Two and a half minutes left." She turned pale at his icy tone, and even colder look, picked up her purse, took a jacket from the closet behind her and almost ran to the door. As she was stepping out, Geoff said, "I'll be in touch with your agency tomorrow." Then he turned the lock on the door and, with little child in hand, turned to the hallway door where her Mother was waiting.

The Mother touched her daughter on the shoulder then threw her arms around Geoff, in a hug that made it clear there was nothing artificial about her 38D breasts. She was babbling apologies and thank you's one after another. He said, "Nothing to it, she was a temp, and a nasty piece of work. I'm well rid of her. I'll have a new regular receptionist/secretary soon enough."

The Mother said, "Oh, I'd love to work for you, but I don't even know how to type."

Geoff laughed and said, "I wouldn't hire you anyway, you'd be far too much of a distraction. Besides, there are ways to make the money you need fast enough. I'm sure I can get you some assignments." Looking at his watch, Geoff said, "Its after 5, why don't the three of us grab some dinner, and keep talking?"

Goeff took the little girl's chin in his hand and turned her head up to face him. "Bet you're hungry, aren't you sweetheart?" The little girl nodded her head yes. Geoff looked back at the Mommy and said, "See, it's settled."

The mother frowned, but was still lovely, and said, "I wish we could, but we really can't." Geoff said, "why not? Afraid I'll take advantage of two such pretty girls?"

Mommy giggled. Damn that might sound cute on some films. She said, "I can't afford to miss the last bus."

Geoff, who knew something like that was coming, was quick to reply, "So still no problem, Sterling cab service can get you home."

She said, "Oh, I can't afford a cab." Geoff put a shocked expression on his face and stuck out his hand, she automatically took it in a handshake, as people almost always will. Geoff said, "Allow me to reintroduce myself. Geoff Sterling, White Productions talent scout and recruiter, and part time cab driver." Mommy melted. He could have taken her there in the hall with her daughter playing next to them. Ah, he could see she knew it too. Good. This was going to be fun, but maybe almost too easy. He said, "Just, let me get my keys and jacket, I'll get your purse as well. You two get your jackets on."

They were waiting at the door when he returned. Mommy said, "You've been so nice, I just don't know how I can ever repay you." Geoff looked at both the lovely ladies and said, "Well, there's no charge for being a normally nice guy, and dinner is my treat and my pleasure. I get tired of eating alone." He grinned. "But I do charge for the cab service, in kisses." Mommy blushed again. Geoff wondered how far down that blush went and if it would show up on film.

Mommy said, "Well I guess I can afford a kiss or a bit more," as she leaned in towards Geoff. Geoff backed off and said, "Wait now, who said I was talking to you?" He then knelt, in front of the tiny bundle of a pedophiles sex dreams, smiled at her and pointed to his cheek. She giggled, and leaned in to kiss him right where he'd pointed. He stood again, looked deeply into the Mothers eyes and said, "Thats a wonderful down payment. Now I'm hungry too. Lets go eat."

Geoff chose a nice family style restaurant as he wanted them to feel comfortable. They had a nice dinner and good conversation. He discovered that the pony's name was Crystal and heard a long story about how it lived in a rainbow with tiny blue people. Mommy was just all aglow with how good he was with her daughter. Her foot was in regular contact with his leg.

They'd just finished eating and while he and Mommy had coffee, the pretty little one was pretending to feed her pony her pretend ice cream. Thats when the 4 shit heads, wannabe tough guys came in, showing the massive attitude common to gang bangers. It was clear they'd only come in here to see how many regular people they could scare. They were clearly stoned out of their minds, and deliberately being as obnoxious, loud, crude, and profane as possible and wearing those damn, backasswards ball caps. That was a major trigger for Geoff. How FUCKING dare they try and fuck up his evening!

Geoff lost his interior cool demeanor, while maintaining the outward shell. When two of the jerks headed to the restroom, he excused himself from his lovely dinner companions. He followed the toughs into the restroom where they were mugging in front of the mirror and talking smack. Idiots, who thought they were something special. Just catching their eyes in the mirror he used a rapid induction technique and had them under hypnosis in less than a minute.

Hypnotism had always been fairly easy for Geoff, another trait that gave him value to White Productions. With these two clowns it only took standing behind them and shooting his cuffs. His diamond cuff links had 100% of their attention. A few softly spoken words to further relax their drug addled weak minds and they were his. They listened to his commands, then both dropped their pants, and laid down on their sides in a 69 position directly in front of the urinals. As soon as they were in position they were chowing down on each other's cocks like they were starving for cum.

Actually with the way he'd worded his instructions, that craving for man juice might be very long lasting, maybe permanent. Geoff stepped to the urinals and urinated directly on the two young jackasses at his feet. They were far too involved in their mutual cock gobbling to even notice his stream of piss covering them both from their damn hats to their silly overpriced sneakers. Geoff washed his hands and returned to the young mother and her daughter. They had all finished their meals. Geoff picked up the check and said, "Ladies, should we continue this at my office?"

The mother replied, "Well, if its not too late?"

Geoff said, "Nonsense, its still early. We can continue to talk and have an after dinner drink, and I'm certain, (with a wink) that I have some ice cream that really needs to be eaten."

The darling little girl looked up at her mother and said, "Mommy, please? Pretty please?"

The mother smiled at them both and said, "I guess its a date for us both then, kind sir."

They walked to the cashiers station and were paying the check when the two boys walked out of the restroom, oblivious to the fact that they both were covered in urine, their faces covered in cum, and while they had raised their pants their cocks were still exposed, each holding the others cock, like young lovers holding hands. Gasps of shock, indignation and anger came from all around them. Mommy gasped and buried her head in Geoff's chest, pulling her daughter along so her sweet little head was buried in Geoff's groin. Oh it was going to be a good night.

Geoff was right then; it had been a great night. He was now certain that the balance of this flight would be wonderful as well. The Bitchy Mom sitting ahead of and across the aisle from Geoff caught his eye again. She was loudly demanding a third drink, only moments after the seat belt sign had gone off after take off. Just no reason for her to be so rude, there were only 6 in the first class seats- Geoff, the family of three, a grossly over weight business man behind Geoff, and a very tall black man who Geoff wondered if he played basketball. He had to be close to 7 feet tall, seemed polite and well spoken. Had to be some kind of celebrity because he'd kindly given the fat business man his autograph before take off. The point was the wife's behavior was completely uncalled for, with two stewardesses to serve six people, all requests had been quickly and politely accommodated by the stewardesses. The mother demanded "sex on the beach". Geoff thought 'What the fuck?', before it became clear that she was speaking about the fancy drink.

The cowboy hatted husband was very polite. After his wife had completed her drink request, he said, "Ma'am, if it's not to much trouble could you bring me a bourbon?" The lovely red haired stew asked if he had a brand preference. He replied, "No Ma'am, whatever you have handy will be just fine."

Now he'd impressed Geoff. He'd been polite, and even removed his hat while speaking to the lady. The Stewardess smiled said, "Right away, Mr. Rivers."

'Oh,' thought Geoff. Between taking his hat off briefly, and hearing his name, Geoff knew he was a big Country and Western singer. He'd had some silly and obnoxious song a few years ago about drifting with the current. One of those things you heard everywhere, and stuck in your mind like super glue. But he certainly seemed like the more responsible attentive parent.

Clearly the sweet young thing had received her manners from her Father. The little girl had been very well behaved. She was sitting nicely and drawing in some kind of child's puzzle and game book. But daddy should be more attentive to what she was wearing and how she was sitting. After all, you could never tell when a very nice pedophile might be sitting across the aisle, looking up her skirt past those luscious smooth prepubescent thighs to that darling little camel toe between her legs. It seemed to Geoff that the father and daughter deserved a better mother. He'd consider that... perhaps he could find a way. Actually Geoff was considering many ways to make this short flight to NY more interesting, not to mention the much longer 8 hour flight to London tomorrow, but there was no rush, he'd just observe for awhile yet. He loved people watching. You could see some of the most telling and fascinating behaviors.

Minutes later, Red returned with the drinks. Wifey just snatched hers without a word of thanks and quickly took a big gulp to wash down two small blue pills and a larger capsule. He guessed the blue pills were 10mg Valiums, but he only knew the capsule was white and green. He guessed it was a different type of sedative. What kind of mother would mix pills and booze in front of her child, and how on earth could she care for the child when she'd be unconscious pretty damn soon? Guess she was counting on the cowboy and the stewardesses to watch her child. Somehow he didn't believe that her behavior would have been different even had she known that a man with Geoff's talents and sexual preferences was just across the aisle. Her own selfish interests would still take precedence.

Mr. Rivers was polite in accepting his beverage, and gracious in his thank you. Then he fully won Geoff over by saying, "Ma'am is there a place you could put my hat so it won't get crushed. I hate wearing a hat inside, but its part of the image, you know."

Red said, "Of course, Mr. Rivers. That's a famous hat. I'll be pleased to put it away safely for you."

He replied, "Thank you, darlin', I do so appreciate that."

As the cowboy handed her his hat, before she completed her turn around, wifey snapped, "MUST YOU FLIRT WITH EVERY FLOOZY YOU SEE?" Geoff could see Red's back stiffen a little, in outrage or suppressed anger, as she walked away.

Blondie, the blonde stewardess, had just served the fat businessman a double Scotch and the Basketball player a beer, and walked past Geoff following Red's path. Damn, they seemed from the rear to almost be twins, same gorgeous butts and legs, both very, very nice. Yes, he'd make this flight fun for almost everyone, but especially for himself.

The next time Red passed by his seat, Geoff caught her eye and said, "Hi, no rush, but next time you pass, might I get a bottle of water please? They took mine at Security."

As she smiled at him and said, "Of course, Sir," he couldn't help but notice her almost brilliant green eyes. He couldn't stop himself, "My God, you have the most stunning eyes I've ever seen, just gorgeous." Then he said, "Please excuse me if that was too forward, it just popped out."

She gave his shoulder a brief touch, perhaps a slight squeeze and said, with a glowing smile, "Not at all, Sir, everyone likes a sincere compliment from time to time." As she walked away, Geoff did notice a most enticing walk. She was a stunning woman. Sigh, if only she were younger; well, much younger.

Soon she was back with his water and as she handed it to him she propped one hip on the arm of his seat. Her hip was pushed against his left arm. She said, "Don't you drink? You're the only one in first class that hasn't ordered a drink."

Geoff said, "I do hate to correct a lovely woman, but you're mistaken." Geoff motioned for her to lower her head, putting her ear close to his mouth, then he whispered, "The obese gentleman to my rear had a double Scotch rocks, the very tall man, a beer, the cowboy a bourbon, straight up, his obnoxiously rude wife had a shot of vodka and a vodka tonic, before we left Chicago, and just had something called a 'sex on the beach', so you see neither I nor the well behaved little girl have ordered alcohol."

As her head rose back up she turned it; for a moment they were in kissing range. She said, "That's remarkable. How and why did you remember all of that?"

Geoff gave her his most endearing smile and said, "The how is easy; only 4 ordered drinks, and I have a very good memory. The why is almost as easy. In my profession, one has to learn to observe people and behaviors, and sometimes even predict their reactions or future actions, based on very little information."

"Are you a mentalist, police, or what?" the stew asked.

Geoff laughed, and said, "An or what."

She giggled and said, "What do you do for a living besides charm the ladies?"

Geoff said, "Now that would be a wonderful way to make a living, and I guess it's not too far off the mark." He reached into an inside jacket pocket and pulled out his business card case, black leather with silver, classy without being ostentatious. His cards were different from the norm, jet black with white lettering. He handed her one, it identified him as 'Geoff Sterling, talent scout, recruiter, and agent for White Corporate Productions'.

The gorgeous redhead studied it with interest then said, "I've never heard of them."

He said, "That's not surprising, how many times have you noticed in television, or print ads who the models actually work for?"

She cocked her head, a lovely movement, and said, "Well, except for high fashion models, I don't believe I've ever noticed."

Geoff said, "And we don't deal with them. Too many problems; drugs, anorexia, emaciated beings, and then there are the overly pretentious self important designers. It's just not worth the aggravation. But I will say that we're the largest firm of our kind in the world, by a wide margin. It's not important that we be known to the general population. What is important is that our models and actresses and actors get assignments, and that our clients know us very well."

The stew said, almost leaning into him, "That is a very impressive response, and it makes perfect sense, Mr. Sterling. You say you can sometimes predict what people will do, just based on observations?"

"Yes, sometimes," Geoff said.

The stew asked, "Care to make any predictions about our little group here?"

Geoff replied, "If you'd like, but it's almost too easy." He motioned her close to whisper again, this time her whole body moved into him. A single air pocket and she'd be in his lap. He whispered, "The obese business man will, in about 30 minutes order a second drink. He wouldn't normally, but he wants to get some sleep before we reach New York. You or your blonde companion would make him very happy if you took him a pillow and a blanket when you serve his second drink. Oh and a couple of packets of cashews or peanuts, he's a little hypoglycemic. He'll sleep most of the way after that. The tall man to my back left, I think, will request a second beer, but not finish it before he too sleeps. He's nervous about something."

Red said, "Well, I know you're not from Chicago. He's a Bulls player who's been injured. Back from the injury now, and heading to London for an interview for a job as an assistant coach with their Olympic basketball program."

Geoff said, "Ah, so I was right."

She said, "Yeah but any basketball fan would know that, so it doesn't count." Now she was whispering in his ear. He could almost feel her tongue. "Now if you're right about chubby behind you, that would be impressive. Any other predictions?"

Geoff said, "Well, as I said, its a sometimes thing, but I'll try. The unpleasant Mrs. Rivers will soon demand another drink."

The redhead literally laughed in his face, her lips only inches from his, and said, "Even I could predict that."

He moved centimeters closer to her lips and said, "Sure but could you predict that you'll give her a double of whatever she wants? You will."

She was really enjoying the closeness to him, and the multi-level game they were playing. She said, "Now why would I do that?"

"Because, hopefully then she'll pass out and sleep until our lay over in New York, and you'd like the other seven of us to have a more relaxing flight. And I'll pay for her drink."

Again she giggled in his ear and said, "What if I don't now, just to prove you wrong."

Geoff said, lips brushing her ear for just a split second, "Well that would mean I was wrong about you. I think you want it to be a pleasant and relaxing flight. Am I wrong about that?"

As she turned to whisper in his ear their cheeks brushed, and she seemed to hold that touch longer than if it were merely accidental. She said, "No, you're right about me. I'll do it and for just the reasons you said. But how do you know that will make her pass out?"

As Geoff turned to her ear he ran his cheek along hers, and she leaned into the almost intimate touch. "Why beautiful, it's because, as I said, I observe people. I'll even tell you what drink she'll ask for. A Long Island ice tea."

The redhead moved her head, just a little, so the corners of their mouths were nearly touching. With a breathy whisper she said, "How can you possibly know that?"

Geoff whispered back, "Easy dear. I'll cheat." His lips slid fully across hers, not quite a kiss, but oh so close. He said, "You'd best go for a bit, she's about to order and I'm getting quite excited."

She put her hand high on his thigh as she pushed off, and said, "Yeah, its mutual."

As she stood and started back to her station, Geoff said loudly, "Miss, if I doze off be sure and wake me when we're over Long Island."

She turned, looked back at him and said, "Certainly, Sir." Then he winked at her, and with a very big smile she continued to her station.

Without staring, Geoff could see her in the work station talking in a very animated way to someone out of sight. He presumed it was Blondie. Ah yes, a lovely blonde head peeked out and looked down the aisle right at him, then withdrew from sight. Damn he wished he had a full face view of the conversation as he was a pretty fair lip reader, but not from 20 feet away, with less than a 1/4 of the mouth in view. Ah well, no matter, later he'd be able to ask either and get a full account of what had been said. They'd tell him anything. Red continued to speak, glancing once in his direction, her hand pushing a stray lock of red hair away, and lingering near her ear.

There were any number of ways to call for a stewardess, the most simple was to push a button above your seat; the most annoying to yell, "Waitress are you all on break? How long must I wait for decent, or even adequate, service?" But that's the method chosen by the Rivers' bitch. Geoff chuckled inside and thought how much fun it could be if the airline allowed dogs and he had one of White Productions trained dogs with him. He grinned at the thought of seeing this unpleasant human bitch knotted to a large dog right in the middle of the aisle.

Red shot him a glance as she approached the wife. Geoff pointedly looked at his watch, yes 6 minutes was certainly within the 'soon' range he'd mentioned. Red said, "I'm sorry for the delay, Mrs. Rivers, but we're not permitted to stand in the aisles. Would you like another sex on the beach?" Geoff, grinned. Now she was trying to cheat.

The Bitch said, "No, you did a horrid job on the last one. Sigh. I'll try a Long Island ice tea. Surely even you can't mess that up."

When Red turned, it was around Geoff's way. Geoff smiled when the old grade school gesture appeared; her tongue stuck out at him, just for an instant, and not nearly so far out as he knew it would later, in a very different manner. With a bit of a flounce, she continued the remaining 180 degrees of the turn and was facing her forward station again. Mr Rivers politely raised his hand to get her attention. She paused and asked, "Another bourbon, Mr. Rivers?"

"No thank you, darlin', but could we get a snack for Julie here?" Bart asked politely.

Mrs Rivers butted in. "She doesn't need to eat anymore. I don't want her to get fat. And Bart, will you ever stop flirting, the waitress isn't one of your damn groupies."

"Now Jolene, I wasn't flirtin', just being friendly like. She should have a snack and some juice. You'll know she'll get all fidgety before long."

"But how will she ever be in show business if you make her all fat?" the Bitch asked.

"Jolene, she's not even 8, and I don't like you dressing her up like she's older, and all sexy like for those damn contests."

Jolene said, "You manage your own career, I'll manage my daughter's, you dumb ass hillbilly."

"Jolene, best I know, she's our daughter, and seems to me you lived in the next holler to mine, going barefoot and datin' your cousin, fore I took an interest in you. Your neck's just as red as mine, no matter what fake airs you put on now."

Everyone in First Class was paying attention to them now. A glimpse into a real show biz family. Geoff thought, 'Wow, what can I do with this information?' but he also couldn't stop thinking about the 8 year old Julie dressed and made up all sexy like, and the possibility that little Julie might not even be The Cowboy's kid, and that Mommy might fuck around a bit or more than a bit on the side.

Mr. Rivers had not even raised his voice, but Jolene acted like he'd slapped her. Julie just stared down at her game book. Then Julie said, in a clear voice that carried well without shouting, "I want to be an astronaut." Bart put his arm around her and said, "That's a fine ambition."

Jolene said, "Oh for Jesus's sake, make my drink a double, and let him deal with her for now. We ain't, I mean, are not going to air our dirty laundry in public."

Bart grinned, and said, "Careful, Jolene, the hillbilly side just peeked out." The Bitch shot daggers at him with her eyes. Red was blushing and Blondie had come out of the station, in a show of solidarity. She too was blushing.

Red carefully said, "So a snack for Julie?" The business man caught Blondie's eye and raised his empty glass, clearly asking for another. Jolene turned her back on her husband, mostly facing the aisle and shoved those long legs out, pretty much blocking it. Blondie had already turned to fetch fat boy another double Scotch. Red was still taking the snack order, and telling Julie that they didn't have PB&J, offering instead ham, roast beef, chicken salad or a grilled cheese. Julie took the grilled cheese and apple juice. Red was just turning to get that as Blondie was returning with the double Scotch. Geoff could see it coming, a real life 3 stooges moment.

As they squeezed past each other in the aisle, Blondie did a bit of a pirouette so her back was to Geoff as she tripped over mommy dearest's extended legs. Her little squeal combined with mommy's scream caused Red to spin back around. Red reached out to grab Blondie's arm causing the Scotch to go flying. Scotch left the flying glass in a random pattern of splashes as it headed towards the curtain that separated First Class from business class.

Blondie did grab onto Red's arm, and now they were both falling, Blondie backwards, butt first and Red forward face first. Everything seemed to be moving is slow motion to Geoff. Nothing to do but enjoy the floor show. Since everyone had been watching the Rivers family fracas, every one was watching this humorous disaster. The basketball player reached out his right arm, and snatched the glass out of mid air, a perfect catch. Geoff didn't think he'd ever seen a shortstop make a better catch, but Geoff was a Cub's fan so he'd rarely seen any good baseball, and this guy was used to a much larger ball.

With a umph sound, and a lovely view of all of her legs, Blondie landed ass first with legs up. Hmm, he wouldn't have thought that lime green would have been a good color for her. Well, the view was good enough that even through the ugly lime green he could tell she was not well groomed and was a natural blonde. Then Red landed on Blondie between her open and upraised legs. Geoff thought it would make a better story to tell, and he would tell it, if her face had landed between Blondie's legs, but it was her own hips that landed there. Still interesting. If anyone had walked in at that moment, they would have sworn that the two stewardesses were making out on the floor. Actually their lips may have touched. Geoff wasn't sure.

Mommy was screaming like her legs were broken. Geoff thought she might have gotten a run in her stockings, but couldn't be sure from his viewing angle. The laughing started with Julie, but quickly spread throughout the First Class section. Bart said through his laughter, "Oh hush up, Woman. You oughtn't ta had your legs across the aisle, and you've been hurt much worse in your daddy's junk yard, or even swimming in the creek."

Jolene shot back, "It's a 'recycling and reclamation facility'!" But she did shut up, and a tiny grin snuck onto her face, but only for an instant, as if it knew it wasn't really welcome there.

Geoff and Bart rose at the same time, Geoff at the head end, Bart at the foot end. Geoff said, "You try and lift up Red while I pull Blondie out."

Bart said, "Sounds like a plan podner," and gave him a big ole grin. A couple of seconds and the two lovely ladies were back on their feet, red faced, but standing. The tall basketball player stood, walked up and said, "Excuse me, but you might be looking for this", and handed Blondie the empty Scotch glass. He surely couldn't help the huge grin that stretched across his face, as she muttered, "Thank you," and took the glass from him.

Geoff noticed that momma Jolene had turned to stare at the very tall black man. Hmmm.

Red was now forward, putting together a snack for Julie and a double Long Island Ice tea for Mommy Dearest. Blondie was still apologizing for spilling fat boy's Scotch, then again thanking the basketball player for catching and returning the Scotch glass. She asked him if he wanted a second Beer, as Geoff had expected he'd ordered one. She stopped next to Geoff, put her hand on his shoulder and thanked him for the assist getting them back on their feet. Geoff said anybody would have helped such a beautiful woman, so no big deal, but then he looked up at her and said, "Sorry, but I just can't help myself. Why that bright neon green color?"

Blondie blushed and said, "You saw those?"

Geoff said, "Yep, kinda hard not to notice those."

"Guess thats why I wore them," Blondie said. "My Husband's the pilot to LaGuardia, then a passenger to London. We don't have all that much time together, so a long weekend off in London seemed like a good time to have some fun. I thought these would catch his attention."

Geoff knew he was easy for people to open up to, but this much open surprised even him. He said, "Wow, ok, yeah he'll notice them, but notice and like aren't the same thing."

She said, "Well, Rose said you were an agent for models, so I guess you'd know. What do you think he'd like?"

He thought, "Rose? Red?" But said, "Well, if you really want my advice, during our overnight do a little shopping. Right in the airport they have a pretty big Victoria's Secret. Go in there, get a simple, but shortish flirty black dress. The little black dress is a cliche for a good reason. Match it up with a black garter belt and stockings, not pantyhose, and a matching bra and the skimpiest black thong panties you can find. Change right there in the store and don't let him see any more than you need to till you get in your hotel room, strip off the dress and lose the bra, or not. Keep the hose and garter belt on and ride that man like he's a wild stallion. You stay on top. Believe me, you'll get a lot more than his attention. Start your fun weekend in NY, why wait till London? But better plan on a late dinner tonight." Blondie was blushing deep pink now, but she'd asked for his advice. He glanced away from her for a second and pulled out a business card, made a note on the back of it, with a white ink pen, signed it and handed it to her, saying, "This should get you a nice discount at VS."

She asked, "Does, ummm, your wife do that for you?"

Geoff responded, "Marriage and my line of work don't exactly go together. Not married, never have been. But, yeah, I've had women ride me more than a few times, and it's always memorable."

Starting to walk away, Blondie turned back and said, "I'm going to take that advice."

Geoff stopped her with a gesture and she stepped back to him. He motioned for her to come down to whisper range. She did, and Geoff whispered in her ear, "One more thing, and I hope you don't take offense, but while you are neatly trimmed, you might want to consider a full Brazilian waxing." Her head quickly turned and their eyes were mere inches away, easily close enough for him to detect the changes in her pupils and even easier to see the brilliant blush. She stammered, "How, er, what, I mean why, I guess."

Geoff said, "The how is easy. You were, briefly, on display. As a trained observer, I couldn't help but notice some longer stray hairs showing, and shorter ones actually poking through the material. My firm has a number of under garment clients. I know they all want and expect a hairless canvass to best display their products." He grinned. "The why is also pretty simple. It will further surprise your husband with a new look, and as a man, I can tell you we all love the bare look, and none of us much like hair in our teeth." Her mouth opened into a perfect 'O' circle of surprise. That 'O' circle giving him other ideas but he forced them aside for now and said, "Yes, I mean you're much more likely to get a hell of a lot more oral attention from your husband, and I suspect you'd both enjoy that, right?"

Speechless, Blondie could only nod her head yes, forgetting just how close their heads were. The resulting crack of foreheads fortunately didn't lead to bleeding or concussion, but was audible and attracted some attention, but no serious harm.

As she apologized and stood, she said, "Well, I'd take that advice too, but there's no time."

Geoff touched her arm, holding her in a bent over position. He said, "Well, there is if you don't mind the ladies at VS thinking it's for my benefit, not your husband's. Just tell them when you show them my card that I asked that you get a quick emergency Brazilian wax. They don't advertise that service, but they do provide it. They'll either think you're an underwear model, or that we're going to have hot steamy mad passionate sex." She just nodded and turned and stumbled back to her station. Geoff bet that her ugly green panties were soaked.

Bart moved across the aisle and said, "Kin I jaw at ya for a few minutes, podner?"

A bit surprised, Geoff said, "Sure, it's Mr. Rivers isn't it?" Bart stuck out his hand, and Geoff took it in a firm handshake and said, "I'm Geoff Sterling."

"Oh, cousin, I caught your name already from Red and the Blonde. Our seats are closest to their hang out, and they've been talking about you. Oh, and please just call me Bart. I didn't mean to over hear them, but got a musician's ear, ya know. You're some kind of big guy with models and women's clothes, right?"

Geoff said, "Well, don't know about the big part, but I do recruit and represent models for my firm."

Bart said, "Damn man, I always figured all you guys played for the other team. No insult."

Geoff said with a grin, "None taken. That's about right for the designers, but those of us who pick out the beauties who wear the clothes got to have an eye for the ladies, not the pretty boys."

Bart grinned and said, "Well, you do work quick my man, those two are ready to eat out of your hand. Damn, they walk away after talking to y'all about as flushed as a red bird. Anyway, I was wonderin' if you'd have a word with my missus. I have shows in the NYC area, but she and little bit are going on to London to shop. She reckons that she needs some new stuff for the GAC awards."

Geoff interrupted, "The what?"

Bart said, "Sorry man, that's Great American Country, a big deal music awards show. I'm up for a couple and presentin' a few others. So is the shopping in London better than in New York?"

Geoff said, "Nope, its about the same; London, NY, Chicago, Indianapolis, or any decent sized city, all thats really different is the prices and maybe the selection."

"Damn, I guessed as much. As an expert in the field, would you mind havin' a word with her before she's too sloshed to understand, ya know, ideas so she looks good, but saves my wallet a bit. Her heart and head are set on London, but you might recommend some places there?"

Geoff said, "I can try, but can't be sure she'll listen. There are a few places there that cater to the trade. My card and a note could get her in, and get her a discount, especially if she tells them she'll mention the designer if she get's interviewed on TV."

Bart said, "Brotha, I got enough pull to double dog guarantee she'll get interviewed."

Geoff said, "Got to talk to the basketball player first though, but that won't take too long, then I'll be right back here and talk to her. Try to keep her from drinking anymore till then."

"Thank you, friend and if there's ever anything I can do for you, you only have to ask. Concert tickets, back stage passes, anything." They exchanged cards and Bart went back to his seat across the aisle.

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