Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I stare at her. This bitch is a mean one, and I can’t believe she’s saying this.
“I think he’s going to do really well, actually,” I announce. “Hunter’s really talented.”
Angela waves her hand in the air again.
“What would you know about it? He’s overestimating his abilities. I mean really. There’s no way I would have let him go if he was actually talented. My life would be set, if you know what I mean.”
Blinking I can’t believe what she’s saying. The words ring hollow in my ears. I knew my sister was shallow and vain, but was she a heinous gold digger too?
“You know, I think he’s going to do really well in the NFL, Angela,” I say in a neutral voice. “Maybe you missed your boat.”
She shakes his head.
“No, I don’t think so. He’s a bit on the small side for a pro football player. He’s only six four, and you know some of those guys are refrigerator-sized. Besides, Hunter was getting boring. He didn’t want to go out and party anymore. He wanted to eat healthy, stay home, sleep, and even give up booze! I mean, who does that?”
I try to stick up for Hunter.
“Well, he was getting in shape for the season. Maybe he didn’t want to have a hangover during practice.”
Angela shakes her head.
“No, he just got old and boring somehow. Now Duane, there’s a real man. And he has the potential to really go places. I won’t be surprised if he becomes a star one of these days.”
I stare at her.
“Why, what does Duane do?”
She giggles.
“You won’t believe this, but he’s a movie producer.”
I blink.
“Like the kind that works in Hollywood? What has he produced? Anything I know?”
Angela giggles again.
“No, not that kind of movie producer. He makes X-rated films. You know, the kind that have girls and guys going at it without their clothes on.”
I stare at my sister.
“Are you serious? He works in the adult industry?”
Angela nods happily.
“He does, and he doesn’t just produce.” She lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Sometimes, Duane even acts in his movies. He also says that I’m exactly what they look for in a starlet, and maybe he and I can do some scenes together.”
I stare at her.
“Angela, you can’t,” I say in a choked voice. “I thought you wanted to be a journalist. A newscaster on TV, even.”
“Oh that,” she says airily. “I do want to be a journalist, but I can be both. I can be a journalist who has a secret life as a porn star.”
I stare at my sister, almost unable to breathe. Does she realize how ridiculous she sounds right now? No one’s going to take her seriously once her NC-17 films come out. What is she smoking?
“Duane told you all this?” I say.
“Yep,” Angela nods cheerily. “It makes sense after all. People who are talented in front of the camera should be able to leverage that talent into other areas. X-rated areas, if you know what I mean.”
I shake my head.
“I don’t know about this …”
My sister merely pooh-poohs me again.
“You’re such a stick in the mud, Cat. Seriously, you and Hunter both! You’re like the Amish. You know, those people who don’t use any technology.”
I shake my head.
“This is nothing like the Amish, and the Amish would definitely not approve of your acting in X-rated films.”
“I know,” Angela smiles coyly. “That’s why it’s perfect.”
I stare at her again. Has my sister gone crazy?
“So when Duane makes his blockbuster film, you’re going to be right there at his side, aren’t you?”
“That’s the idea,” Angela said with a wink. “And let me tell you, Duane is something else,” she moans as she closes her eyes. “He was over here a couple nights ago and showed me exactly what I have been missing. He made me come so hard I thought I was levitating. Literally, I felt my soul leave my body, my pussy was contracting so much,” Angela says with a saucy smile.
That brings me to a halt.
“Wait, what?” I ask.
Angela smiles like the cat that got into the cream.
“Yeah, you heard the screams, didn’t you? And the bed knocking against the wall? That was all Duane,” she breathes while closing her eyes. One hand slips down between her thighs, and if I’m not mistaken, my sister is touching herself through her panties.
That’s it. I’m not staying here anymore. Evidently, the night of raucous love-making that I thought was Hunter and Angela, was actually Angela with Duane. Holy shit! And when Hunter and I made love yesterday, he and my sister were no longer an item.
This changes everything. I make to stalk off, but then I spin around one last time and pin my sister with a look.
“You know, Hunter came by yesterday,” I say.
“I know,” she says, smiling again. “Did you bump into him?”