No More Forgiveness
At an industry party, my award-winning actress wife lost a game. Instead of taking the drinking penalty, she chose to French kiss her childhood sweetheart for three minutes.
By the end of it, both of them were flushed, and Mira Lane's blouse had been stripped down to nothing but a camisole.
If there had not been other people in the room, I believe they would have taken that kiss even further.
Julian Reed sent me the livestream himself.
The next day, Mira came to my office to collect her monthly allowance.
Instead, she found my office full of young, beautiful women, with one long-legged beauty sitting directly on my lap.
She stomped her foot in anger. "Get these sluts out of here!"
I sneered and showed her the livestream I had saved. "I don't think they're any cheaper than you."
Her face flushed as she tried to explain. "That was just part of the game. When I'm acting, I kiss other men too, and you never say anything. Why is he different?"
I reached out and pinched the thigh of the woman sitting on my lap.
"I'll give you one choice. Cut Julian off right now, or I'll take all these lovely girls home and show them a good time."
"Think carefully before you choose."