Amber Manx adjusted her garters as she sat on the king-size circular bed in the luxury suite on the top floor of the Hyatt Regency. She was being watched by media magnate Larry Tate, the white-haired billionaire admiring his prize catch as he smoked a Lucky Strike.
“Well, I guess I"d better scoot down to the reservation and get ready for the spook show with the Ghostbusters,” she smiled, flexing her legs for his enjoyment. “I remember when I was a little girl, how popular those old Geraldo exclusives were. Viewers just love it when you debunk those old myths and legends. I guess it"s like showing them how magic tricks are done.”
“You"re still a little girl,” he leered. “And I"ve got a big lollipop here for you.”
“You"re going to have to wait until I get back,” she pulled her $500 design
