Chapter 11
Several months later, in Sausalito. Scott and Sheila were still together and much changed. They were living on a houseboat that was lavishly and flamboyantly furnished. Scott had moved his business to San Francisco and was enormously successful. Among his friends, he was known as "the porny broker." He made money for his clients and entertained them in ... other ways.
The parties they threw on their houseboat were the talk of the smart set. Invitations were hard to come by and greatly prized. As one guest was heard to say, "Once you're there ... believe me ... no one walks away."
Mike was very successful, his hard-core pictures playing to capacity houses. He needed someone to tell him what to do with all that money. Scott took over managing his financial affairs completely, making for Mike a small fortune.
Word got around and soon Scott was something more than a broker, being more of a trusted manager than anything. It was remarkable the number of rich people that liked to attend orgies. The bored rich came to Scott and went away richer ... and excited.
Sheila Baines blossomed forth, giving vent to her most voluptuous desires. She became the talk of the town, earning regular mention in the gossip columns. She was seen in all the better places and her gypsy beauty had taken on a brooding, feral quality. She was much desired and chose her partners carefully. It was Sheila who had a hen party aboard the houseboat, a party from which all men were banned. She invited all the beautiful exciting young women she knew and they had a party, an orgy. It was a special party ... it was a birthday party. All men were barred ... all except one ... Scott.
"Happy birthday, honey," she whispered in his ear as he lay in bed surrounded by beautiful naked girls.
Scott rolled his eyes. "It may very well be my last!"