Chapter 7
Carlotta, Carbone and Cal Harding were sitting in the mirrored living room. In front of them a stack of pictures was scattered about the coffee table. Carlotta had one in her hand and seemed spellbound by it.
Cal smiled. "She's your type, isn't she, baby?"
Carlotta hissed at Cal like a cat.
"Bastard!"
Carbone just laughed in a deep booming voice. "She sure looks like she had a good time," he observed. "I want a taste of that delicacy myself one of these days."
"She'll come around," said Carlotta. "I remember when I was as pure and innocent as she was!"
"When you were six, my dear?" Cal teased.
"Well, none of you men have any feeling, but it's not easy for a girl to go through changes like that."
"Is that sympathy, or are you feeling like indulging your taste for pussy this morning, my dear," Cal teased the dark-haired beauty.
"Why do you men have to be such fools about love between women," she said. "You laugh now, but you know how you love to watch." It was Carlotta's turn to laugh as she looked at Cal with a sultry, sidelong glance.
Carlotta had found her way to the Top Floor mansion in not so different a way from Lisa. It had been several years ago, when teenagers had made the scene on Sunset Strip, dropping acid, smoking grass, believing in the "New Age" that the late sixties had heralded.
Then one day, beautiful, raven-haired Carlotta had found the laughs had all dried up; she was living on a filthy mattress with too many other kids in a tiny Hollywood apartment, and the scene was no fun anymore. She had seen an ad in the Reporter. "Girls wanted for modeling in national men's magazine-Call Strawberry Fields, 555-3059."
She was no virgin, but she was not as experienced as she pretended either. Carbone himself took her pictures and a few months later she was the magazine centerfold, then "Pussycat" of the year.
She also became Carbone's mistress, and began to attend the celebrity orgies at his mansion. Carbone saw to it that his favorite "Pussycat" was introduced to all the myriad pleasure of group sex.
"Oh, you men," she sighed "You don't know what it feels like to be a young girl introduced suddenly into all this madness ..."
"Were you really once a young girl?
Carlotta?"
"I wasn't so different from her."
Carbone looked up and raised one eyebrow. "You were very different Carlotta. You are one of those fortunate creatures who are born without guilt."
The beautiful raven haired woman laughed. It was true. She had been mildly shocked at first, then took to this new lifestyle like a fish to water.
"Well," she said, getting up from the table, "I think perhaps I'll look in on our new friend."
And with a wink, she left the room.