He wasn't any musician I knew, so I waited to seewhat he would say."I really liked your music. In fact the Fats Waller piece was as goodas I've heard ...one in a while. Hey, let me introduce myself. I'm LouCole. I'm with The Whistler Agency."I came to full attention. Whistler meant big time. Those guysrepresented a lot of classical types but also some jazz combos. Theyhad strong connections with a couple of the recording companies. Igave Mr. Cole a smile."Well I am very glad to meet you. My. .. I--" I'll be waiting at the door," Barbara said in a smoky voice, then hung up before Laura could say anything.As Laura drove to Barbara's apartment, she purposely blotted out of her mind any hint of Jonelle or Yvette. Even though she had had five or six acutely intense orgasms with Yvette about an hour earlier, she could feel her body aching, throbbing, yearning, eager for the kind of fuck-marathon an evening with Barbara promised to be.I'm going to forget, she told herself. I'm going to. And she could also touch them in a way that left them satisfied. But in all of those months of dreaming she had never dared think it could be like this! Her body enslaved her to the pleasure and shut her ability to choose completely off. She could feel the hot thick juice suddenly spill out of her core and across Lillie’s fingers, hand, down her wrist and arm to the bed and it felt good! Nothing else mattered. If felt so damn good!Then her legs betrayed her and she fell to her side, her face. I knew she must be hoping for a reprieve, for someone to tell her this was all a joke, or a bad dream. I wasn't kidding, though. My willpower gone, I knew I would go as far as I could talk her into going, and I just hoped that I would at least be smart enough not to push any further. I climbed the porch steps, unlocking the door. "Well, you coming?"She muttered something under her breath that might've been, "I doubt it," but followed me in the house anyways. I led her to the sofa, indicating.