Jackie Collins - Poor Little Bitch Girl

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First published in Great Britain by Simon & Schuster UK Ltd, 2009
A CBS COMPANY

Copyright Jackie Collins, 2009

This book is copyright under the Berne Convention
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and 1997 Simon & Schuster, Inc. All rights reserved.

The right of Jackie Collins to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

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I love you all so much.

Chapter One

Annabelle

B elle Svetlana surveyed her nude image in a full-length mirror, readying herself for a thirty-thousand-dollar-an-hour sexual encounter with the fifteen-year-old son of an Arab oil tycoon.

Belle knew she was a beauty. What the hell, enough money had been spent along the way to make sure she was beautiful. A nose job ordered by her mother when she was a mere fourteen, a boob job shortly after that was her decision. And then later, liposuction when needed, lip enhancement, regular facials and skin lasering treatments to make certain her skin remained the milky white shed worked so hard to achieve (getting rid of her freckles had been a bitch, but shed done it).

Ever since her teenage years Belle had strived for perfection, and now shed gotten pretty damn close. Her hair was a pale golden-red, shoulder-length and wavy. Her eyes were a spectacular emerald green. Her body a playground of delights.

Yes , she thought, staring intently at her unabashed nakedness, I am worth every cent of the thirty thousand dollars cash already neatly stashed in my safe.

Usually she did not go out on dates herself, but Sharif Rani the oil tycoon had insisted that it was she who should teach his youngest son the joys of the flesh. So, for a princely sum, shed finally agreed.

Reaching for a peach slip of a dress, she stepped into it, powdered, perfumed and ready for action.

Thirty thousand an hour, not bad for a job which would probably take her no more than fifteen minutes to complete.

Of course, she could have turned the job down and suggested one of her twenty-thousand-an-hour girls, but sometimes it was fun to play especially as she could pick and choose amongst her roster of rich, powerful and famous clients, which included everyone from Hollywoods biggest stars to several princes, more than one captain of industry, a few superstar rappers, dozens of sports heroes, and too many politicians to count.

Yes, Belle Svetlana ne Annabelle Maestro ran the most exclusive, expensive call-girl business in town the town being New York as opposed to Los Angeles, the city shed grown up in, surrounded by luxury and all the opulence two movie-star parents could buy.

Thank God shed escaped those two egomaniacs Mom, the ethereal queen of quality independents and Dad, the macho king of big-budget schlock. What a horror show, having them as parents.

When shed dropped out of college in Boston and settled in New York, neither of her loving parents had given a rats ass. Admitting to a grown daughter did nothing to enhance their public images, so theyd arranged to send her a monthly allowance, blithely told her to follow her dreams, and left her to her own devices.

Annabelle was no slouch when it came to following her dreams. Shed soon found herself caught up in the club and party scene a lifestyle that had satisfied her for a while, until one night shed been introduced to Frankie Romano a popular deejay who worked private parties and the occasional hot club. One look at him and it was lust at first sight.

Originally from Chicago, Frankie was quirky and attractive in a Michael Imperioli kind of way. Fast-talking and edgy, he had longish dark hair, ice-chip blue eyes, and sharp features.

The trouble with Frankie was that he was usually broke, this on account of the fact that he was a dedicated coke-head, and whatever money came his way went straight up his nose.

Annabelle fell hard, for in spite of Frankies drug use it turned out that he was a star in bed whenever he wasnt too coked out to perform. She didnt know anything about his background, and she didnt care. As far as she was concerned, they were soulmates.

After a few weeks of crazy togetherness, Frankie had moved into her SoHo loft. Annabelle hadnt objected. The only downer was that shed found herself spending her entire allowance keeping him in drugs, so it wasnt long before at Frankies urging shed called her dad in L.A. and requested that her allowance be increased.

Ralph Maestro, the self-made son of a Brooklyn butcher a man whod gotten shot by a robber when Ralph was twelve told her no way. I made it on my own without two cents to rub together, he had sternly informed her. Weve already given you a head start. If you want more money, I suggest you go out and find yourself a job.

Annabelle was furious. Her parents raked in millions, and Daddy Movie Star was telling her to get a job! Screw them! It was increasingly obvious that they didnt give a damn about her.

A couple of weeks later, she and Frankie had come up with a masterplan. Theyd been lying in bed reading the lurid headlines about a married politician whod recently gotten caught having sex with a series of high-priced call girls.

How stupid is he? Frankie had ruminated, scratching his skinny butt. The dumb asshole shouldve paid cash. That way nobody gets busted, an everyone goes home happy.

Cash is good, Annabelle had agreed. For special girls only.

Yeah, Frankie had said half-jokingly. Not some mouthy skank whos gonna sell her story, but very special girls. Yknow the kinda babes I mean. Models, actresses theyre always on the lookout for an extra score. An heres the sweet part of the deal we know em all.

We sure do.

So... Frankie had said after a thoughtful few minutes. You thinkin what Im thinkin?