- Pubblicato:06 settembre 2018
A successful woman, who runs a gossip tabloid in New York, discovers that her husband has always betrayed her with cover girls right up to the ones she publishes. To help to forget, her sister gives her a trip-holiday in Italy, in Verona. Among the beauties of the place, dreams and surprises, she will have to earn love: something authentic that will make everything else only a faded memory of wrong existences; made of damnation and careerism, depravity and power, decadence and submission of others’ lives. A new person comes into her existence proving
that love conquers all.
The price to pay to get it, will be the involvement in blackmail and sexual adventures that will change her forever. Something stronger than a journalistic scoop of her tabloid.
“Tom, if you handled your cock like you handle your lens, you’d be the John Holmes of photographers.” Lisbeth Jameson’s eyes sparkled, her gaze fixed on the giant images displayed before her on her professional Apple screen. “You’ve got the biggest balls of any paparazzi I know!”
“I like it when you compare me to the king of all porn actors.” Tom grinned happily as he perched beside Lisbeth, the creative director, rocking back and forth on the heels of his cowboy boots. And a cowboy he was, a mercenary who took insane risks just to get the clearest possible shots of the most outrageous scandals for sale to the highest tabloid bidder. “I’m thrilled you like them so much, Liz…maybe I can finally get a little somethin’ somethin’…”
“Oh, I’ll give you a little somethin’…” Lisbeth wasn’t serious, distracted as she was by the sensational images in front of her; they came before sex; the tabloid she ran in New York came before everything. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she murmured, in a kind of profane incantation as she paged through shot after shot stolen by the powerful telephoto lens. “Tom, you’re a god…” She stood transfixed, bent over in front of the screen, her calves taut as she balanced on six-inch heels.
The photographer raised an eyebrow: he was warming to the thought of sliding a hand between the thighs of the editor, who was nearly trembling like a school girl in her excitement. He reconsidered just in the nick of time.
“You’ve captured one of our most distinguished senators with his dick in the mouth of an intern. Funded by American tax payers. And the best is she doesn’t really look all that thrilled to be sucking him off.”
Lisbeth wasn’t paying attention to Tom, her mind already designing the four-column spread of photos which tomorrow would invade newsstands and postboxes all over America. “She must be a third his age… how the fuck did you do it?”
Tom shrugged, “I got myself on his security team…” he smiled with mock innocence. “He let slip the time and place.”
“But in Congress they only use beasts on security, ex-Marines.” For the first time Lisbeth looked carefully at her photographer.
Tom smiled beatifically: “Everyone knows bisexuals make the best lovers…” he moved towards her, resting his hand on her arm. “I like getting laid. One hole is as good as another…”
“Nicht, nein, verboten, no way…” She blocked him with a firm shove, without even turning towards him, using a tone to which there could be no reply. “Don’t even think about it. With everything I have to deal with at work, I need a gigolo like I need another hole in my head.”
“Come on, let yourself go, “ Tom purred, stroking her magnificent mane of long red hair. “Look what you’ve done to me…check out this tent, a regular crowd pleaser, girls would be lining up for me!”
Lisbeth didn’t move, her gaze remained fixed on the photos. “Would you like me to pay you or kick you in the…tent?” came her final ultimatum.
Tom recoiled as if from the first freezing drops of water in a cold shower. His face fell and he looked like a little boy robbed of his toy. “Do you want me to go to the competition? They’d give their asses for these stolen pics!” His tent began to deflate.
She laughed while on the screen the images flickered past, photos of the senator in a tie, with his pants at his ankles, the young intern’s mouth wrapped around his sex, intent on pleasing him. “Tom, Tom. Tom…” she answered, her voice dripping with false sympathy, “…you know that one word from me would put an end to you. You’d never work again. I move in international circles…I’ve got fingers in each and every pie. You’d end up doing weddings. Maybe in Australia…” She sniggered. She wanted to humiliate the presumptuous little putz. Still, she didn’t move her eyes away from the screen, concentrating on the quality of the shots. “No independent rag would dare go up against a group ten times its size. And then…” she let her words trail off to leave him in suspense while she zoomed in on the senator’s swollen purple member, wondering if it should go on the cover with a black band across it, “…don’t forget that you’ve signed a non-compete. If you go to another tabloid, within forty-eight hours my lawyers would have you and your precious tent in a vise…”
Tom took a half step back.
- Tipologia: Stampato
- Editore: Baciami Editore
- Lingua: Inglese
- ISBN-10: 9788899531591
- Dimensioni: 15cm x 21cm con copertina morbida