The Ecstasy Connection

by Paul Kenyon

  "You won't have any trouble staying awake tonight, Brian. I promise you."

  They twined arms around each other's waists and started toward the master bedroom. "How was Hong Kong?" he said. "Did you get your pictures?"

  "Of course." Skytop hadn't been idle while she was in Mr. Sim's villa. He'd scouted locations with Wharton, taking hundreds of backup shots with the three girls. It had taken no more than two days afterward to finish up the fashion sequences with the shots that included Penelope.

  She arranged herself on the big bed, propped up by pillows, and waited while Brian unbuttoned his shirt. He let his eyes play over her long, graceful body with its soft fruits and recesses, and said, "What a feast you are, Baroness. Where do I start?"

  She stretched voluptuously. A breast fell out of its restraining panel. She held out her arms to him.

  "At the beginning," she said.