Eisenberg Arlene - What to Expect When Youre Expecting

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ISBN: 978-1-60168-388-5

Released in the United States of America

Editor: Celina Summers

Cover artist: Amanda Kelsey

Las Vegas, 2010

Heidi Labeidi, the controversial proprietor of The Love Parlor, a popular gentleman's club on the outskirts of Las Vegas, was reported missing yesterday morning at five o'clock.

Miss Labeidi's bar manager, Stan Graves, returned from a two-week European holiday and discovered disgruntled staff members and inner company chaos. According to Graves, Miss Labeidi had been acting somewhat peculiar in recent months, spending less time at The Love Parlor and relying on her staff to make deposits and handle customer relations.

Graves became concerned after he discovered Miss Labeidi had not visited the gentleman's club in over a week. Mr. Graves stopped by Miss Labeidi's luxurious loft in Las Vegas, let himself in, collected over a week's worth of mail and discovered her cat near death.

According to Graves, Miss Labeidi has few enemies but has been noted for her exorbitant spending habits. She's a suspected drug user and frequents the casinos whenever she isn't working. Graves said recent mysterious behavior concerned several of the women working for The Love Parlor. Employees contributed Miss Labeidi's recent mood swings to menopause, stating Miss Labeidi's change of life experiences were often intolerable.

Based on findings at Miss Labeidi's home, police are treating this as a missing persons case and remain optimistic. Those with information on Miss Labeidi's last known whereabouts are asked to contact the authorities as soon as possible.

Heidi eyed the open newspaper spread across her antique dining room table. Oh what she'd give to get her hands on Stan Graves! Stan not only arranged her disappearance, but he'd taken over her club, her home and even had the audacity to place Rocks, her beloved Persian cat, at the foot of her bed while he romanced one hopeful starlet after another.

To add insult to serious injury, those girls who'd reportedly mentioned her mood swingswhich she'd never hadwere now laid up in her king-sized bed fucking the man she'd once loved.

Heidi plotted her revenge. Retribution tasted bitter until a woman had the chance to dish up a hearty serving for the man most deserving of a provoked woman's retaliation. Heidi would carefully plan a counterblow and when Stan least expected avengement, she'd propel some fundamental disgrace his way and watch the light dim from Stan's smug face!

No onenot even Stan Graveshad the power to destroy what she'd worked years to build. If Stan wanted to see a real change of life, he didn't have to go to all this trouble. Heidi would've gladly knocked Stan back down to nothing where he belonged.

Heidi narrowed her gaze on the article again. The audacity of those Las Vegas Tribune reporters! How could they do this and get by with it? To think the last thing anyone in Las Vegas would remember about her was that she was going through the change of life. Bah!

She'd let them see a new woman. Yes indeed, she'd show them what happened to those who messed with Heidi Labeidi. She'd show them all right, just as soon as she figured out how to let folks know she was still among the living.

That presented a slight problem. Technically, she was now considered a ghost and death wasn't easy to overcome.

Las Vegas 2040

Edward Brady had accomplished perfection. He stood opposite his latest creation with a smile on his face and a stiff one in his pants. He might as well get a rise after creating a masterpiece for adult stimulation. He rarely enjoyed an erection any other time.

Edward's state-of-the-art sex chair was like nothing else he'd previously designed. Built for pleasure and efficiency, his steam-powered sex machine had made its first public debut the previous week.

An exhibitor at the Las Vegas Adult Toy Convention, Edward introduced his explicit furniture to an impressed crowd. His pieces were well received. Consumers went wild, inquiring about availability and pricing. Edward was the convention's star, noted for being an innovative scientist with a naughty mind and destined for greatness.

Women had swarmed his booth, draping their voluptuous bodies around his. Some of them slid their numbers in his pocket while others stood off to the side, shyly observing his sex chair with stars in their eyes and moistened lips. The crowd's support and enthusiasm was precisely what he'd needed.

His partners had been standing by, waiting for some kind of sign, a green light to begin production. They received their signal.

Every major network and some of the largest media conglomerates in the world, waited and watched. Edward Brady was already a household name.

Edward had one major regrethe had hoped to see his contraption in full operation prior to the convention but he hadn't gotten around to hiring a call girl to help him out. Now he was beginning to wonder. Would he have the opportunity to use his own products before others took his toys into their homes and tried them out in the comfort and privacy of their own bedrooms?

He was the inventor, the mastermind behind ground-breaking stimulation products. One would think he knew first-hand how consumers responded to his furniture and gadgets.

At the conference, a few volunteers hopped on the equipment long enough to see if they found the contraption comfortable enough for personal use but a public sex show was strictly prohibited. What a shame. He'd hoped he might have a few volunteers stay after the main exhibit halls closed but security was tight and Edward left the convention feeling as if he missed out on a more appropriate grand finale.

Edward studied the chunks of square coals tossed under the ultimate sex seat. His gaze darted between the first stationary version he'd produced and the bars supporting one of his mobile locomotive units. He wondered then how he'd want his woman positioned if he in fact, had a woman. Would he want her spread out before him, attached to one of the leading-edge floor models? No, he would much rather watch the ultimate of sex shows as the avant-garde contraption carried a willing lady over a circular track created for continual titillation.