CHAPTER 8
Bunny George was stretched out on the sofa wearing nothing more than her scintillating white panties.
As she lay there listening to some loud rock sounds coming from the stereo nearby, she sipped slowly from her Martini glass.
The door opened and Diane Ray made her entrance inside the house.
For the past six months, Diane and Bunny had shared a house, which they rented together. As Bunny lay there on her back, she looked up and smiled at Diane.
Bunny was an overwhelmingly lovely blonde of twenty-six. By day she earned a living working as an exotic dancer at a cocktail bar on Sunset Boulevard, just a few blocks from where she lived.
“Diane, baby, I was expecting you earlier. You're late.”
“Oh, yes, baby. I had a customer that kept me a little bit late tonight.”
“Those h
