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Tuesday January 23rd 2001
"Stanley, my dear. Call me Stanley", Jan's Father said kissing Starlene's hand as he watched her flirtatious green eyes sparkle.
"Stanley, nice to meet ya," Starlene said in her thick southern accent.
"I was just on the way back to Tiffany's apartment and thought I'd stop by. I hope I didn't interrupt anything," she asked. She had just seen Stanley kissing Tiffany through the window beside the front door as she stood outside of Tiffany's office.
"No. You didn't interrupt anything," Tiffany said tossing Starlene's coat on the back of a chair and taking a seat. She was relieved her sister dropped in stopping the older man's unwanted advances while her boss Clark was out for the afternoon.
"Tiffany and I were just talking. Have a seat Starlene", Stanley said patting the sofa for her to sit beside him.
"You're Laney's boyfriend aren't ya?" Starlene asked remembering that Laney had pointed out her wealthy, older lover at the New Year's Eve party.
"Yes, Laney is a friend of mine. I didn't get the pleasure of meeting you at the New Year's party," he said avoiding the subject of his young girlfriend as he admired Starlene's fishnet stockings and short leather skirt.
"That was so sweet of Laney to invite me. Specially since I don't know anybody here in the city except my sister Tiffany".
"There were plenty of wealthy men at the party. Did Laney introduce you to any of them?" he asked wondering if she was already taken.
"I met a couple good looking single men. They looked like models or something. But I never got a minute alone with either one of them. I guess they hadn't seen each other in a while or something," she said watching Stanley's eyes on her short skirt as she slowly crossed her legs.
"Would you like a brandy?" Stanley asked pouring himself another glass.
"Sure. I don't think I've ever tried one of them," Starlene said as he handed her a glass and she took a long drink. "This stuff is good," she said putting the empty glass back on the table and watching Stanley replenish it.
"How did your job interview go?" Tiffany asked.
"Well, I did see a casting director. Only thing is I don't think this is my kind of thing."
"Casting director. Are you an actress? Tiffany didn't tell me you were an actress," Stanley said handing her a full glass of brandy.
"I worked in the theater back home in Georgia. I want to break into movies or commercials," she said embellishing her job as ticket clerk at the local cinema.
"Why didn't you like the casting director?" Stanley asked admiring her young ambition.
"They do some stuffy investment commercials there. I might try modeling," she said taking another long drink of the brandy and placing the empty glass on the table.
"You know I helped Laney get her picture into Playbody," Stanley said staring at her cleavage in the low cut tight sweater.
"I know. She told me that. I'd love to model for Playbody."
"Starlene! She doesn't mean that," Tiffany said frowning at her younger sister.
"Oh yes I do".
"Starlene. Honestly. You know Daddy would kill you girl."
"Daddy don't read Playbody and if he did then what difference would it make," she said watching Stanley refill her glass.
"Did you send any pictures out?" Stanley asked watching her lean back on the sofa as the brandy started to relax her.
"Naw. Not yet. I have to save up before I can do that. Laney told me that the photographer charges a lot to take pictures without your clothes! Can you believe he gets to see everything and charges you too!" she said laughing and picking up her glass from the table.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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