Crape Myrtle (8)
At the Virago Head Office, 32nd Floor, 35 Wacker Drive, she waited in the lounge expecting an appointment with Jeff Lonnell. After half an hour, a casually dressed man walked out, “Miss Phol? I’m Jeff Lonnell.” He looked like one of the guys featured in the tape.
“Mr Lonnell, I come to ask about an article in the November ’85 edition, Nicotine Overdose, you wrote.”
“Who wants to know?”
“My client,” replied Natalia.
“Come, have a cup of coffee,” Jeff offered, “You know, it’s going to cost you.”
“I can’t ask how much. I’m doing this voluntarily. I can’t pay. My client’s a confidential matter.” The view of Chicago skyscrapers and river below was insane from the coffee bar panels.
“It’s a big story!”
“I know nothing about it,” he sighed.
“You know Heidelinde Klutz, don’t you?”
He raised a brow, “I do know her.”
“It seems she’s not happy with the sex tape.”
“No reason,” he shrugged, “she can’t blame me.”
“Can you explain?”
“Alright. I saw her at a film shooting with Bonny Group. She played a small role in the movie ‘One Night in the Windy City’. A fine picture, 1977, she was sixteen. She thought she could have a career in acting,” he shook his head, “She’s not cute, she’s not hot…she’s too old for her age. Linda acts like too mature and failed to pass another audition. She asked me to give a chance for an entrance. I decided to model her in Virago. It did not work. I set her in the movie ‘Termagant’ and it’s with her consent. She feels like she’s been declined everywhere because of this movie thing. The tape!” Jeff slammed a palm on the table, “I leaked nothing.”
“Did she ask you to write the article?”
“I thought you knew!”
“I’m just making sure.”
“She did. She wanted me to be the author of the article. That comes with a price. Don’t you agree?”
“What was it?”
“I did it for her. It’s because this Martin boy was supporting her financially. I saw him few times. We never talked. He took her on a trip to Turks and Caicos and she produced some good pictures on the beach…won a cover page in a big magazine. She’s doing alright.”
“Why do you think she wanted this story out?”
“It’s pointless. I edited the article so not to prove he was murdered because of failed talks. She claims that she drove him to Madison to a law firm…”
“Hulsen & Quinn?”
“She didn’t mention that to the police.”
“That was the reason why she wanted me to be the author. She wanted to escape from the scene as soon as possible and remain in hiding.” Jeff demanded, “I can tell you more with a modicum.”
“I don’t know what to say!” she desisted.
“Do you want to hear the rest?”
“Of course, I do,” she admitted.
“Perhaps, you give a photo shoot with copyright. You look photogenic.”
“I can’t do nude!”
“No, no, Miss Phol, not nude. In a bikini.”
“Alright,” agreed Natalia, “Will you give me the original copy of the article?”
“No, I don’t have it.”
“Fair enough,” Jeff continued, “Thomas did not mention to the siblings about his father’s confession. He talked to the lawyer. Jacob Lawrence suggested that he keep the house worth six million dollars and a priceless piece of antique. Linda claims that they knew the guys at Carmen Law Firm in Indiana. It was all arranged. Martin was offered a quarter million dollars. They thought this boy will fall for it. A guy came tapping at his door. Asked to meet the lawyers at Madison. Only then he discovered a will protected in a fireproof case at his mother’s home. He made a mistake by taking it to his house in Milwaukee. Linda saw it. She said it was a holographic will. And it was gone. Maybe, Jacob Lawrence paid Carmen as well to shut down a probate trial. Who knows!”
“What about the two women from Whiting?”
“Them?” he shook his head, “You’ll have to find her and ask. Linda says they signed as witnesses. I have no proof for her story. I did edit the article and published what is basically true. I checked on it.”
“Where can I find her?” asked Natalia.
“I have no idea,” said Jeff Lonnell, “That was the last time I saw her. Four years ago. I sometimes don’t like that type of women. Distasteful. She is very strong-willed and seeking dates with weedy guys.”
“You may be wrong!”
“I was wrong about her. She’s got a big heart. She made it in the end to the magazines.”
“What made you agree to publish the article?”
“Mutual,” he laughed, “She always wins her way. Let’s go to the studio!”
Jeff Lonnell sat beside his desk and scribbled on a piece of paper. Scratched some lines and shoved pages of a Model Application Form and a Photography Consent Form. She had a glance at them and nodded. He told the clerk, “Get these typed. We sign now and get started.”
“Is this all necessary?” asked Natalia.
“It is very necessary,” responded Jeff, “I will use them if I find it appropriate. On the other hand, I tell you very frankly, our audience cannot accept your pictures in our magazine. Don’t feel bad. This is the world we live in. I do like you. If I may put it bluntly, you are the futuristic virago we ought to see.”
Natalia underwent an hour doing makeups and hair. She entered the studio in a white robe. Underneath she wore a cornflower blue, spandex-polyester, high-cut thong and an of the shoulder bra, in white tennis shoes, her hair loose and wavy.
In the photo shoot, she posed in every angle she was instructed to hold. As an inexperienced model who tried one day, she remained tense with a blunt expression on her face. She got a pair of shapely legs, firmly fake tits and a round backside, even better…
Jeff Lonnell was best at his profession, “We are missing a little stimulation. Miss Phol, do you mind giving us a little arousal look! A sensation of excite!”
Finally, she reappeared from the changeroom wrapped in a white towel. When she dropped the towel, everyone stared shockingly at the bulge increased to breach the thong of stretch around the edges.
“Roll on!” cried Jeff.
Shooting continued rapidly.
“Superb!” Jeff extended, “Thank you, Miss Phol. You did a terrific job! A true virago model shoot. I never had a session like this before!” Everyone there returned a huge applaud.
Streets were quiet and empty when she came out of the building after sunset. It was a cold windy night.