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ogled these pictures in papers and magazines, this
girl's breasts seemed to zoom off the page and thrust themselves
into his face. The two-dimensional image seemed to carry
three-dimensional weight. He could feel the warm mass of these
mammaries in his hands, imagine the yielding cushion of flesh
pressing against his chest as he gazed into the void of that
blue-eyed stare, taste the salty sweetness of those perfect
raspberry nipples fed into his mouth after a marathon of
lust...
    'Yes,' he said
at last, 'of course I know her, it's Tracy Pert, the tabloids' top
totty for the past three years.'
    'Didn't I tell
you, Imogen?' La Crisp spoke for the first time. 'I said he was an
expert on crumpet.'
    'What do you
mean?' complained Billy.
    'Katie did
mention that you had considerable expertise in certain areas,'
Imogen added.
    'What I said was,' Ms Crisp continued loudly, 'that if ever
you went in for Mastermind your specialist subject would be bimbos of the
twentieth century.'
    Billy stared
at her, more out of surprise than wounded feelings. The solicitor's
glass was empty but so was the wine bottle.
    A strand of
dark curly hair had come loose and now coiled prettily down her
long neck, and her skirt had ridden up over her crossed legs to
reveal, praise be, a suspender strap and a flash of porcelain-white
thigh.
    She met
Billy's amazed appraisal of her charms with a sudden smile that
turned her usually cross and sulky face into a picture of sweetness
and light. 'I imagine,' she went on, 'that you would be unbeatable
with a subject like that.'
    Billy smiled
back. The ballbreaker had been replaced by a tipsy flirt; it was a
hell of an improvement.
    'You come
recommended, Billy,' said Imogen. 'Katie thinks very highly of your
talents and I always back her judgement.'
    Now the two
women were smiling at one another in a conspiratorial fashion and
Billy began to feel a trifle uneasy. Just what was this funny
set-up?
    'But what's
this got to do with Topless Tracy?' he asked. 'Surely you don't
represent her?'
    'As it
happens, I do. The glamour industry is a sideline of mine. As well
as the actors and singers and concert performers, I also handle
Tracy.'
    'And now,'
chipped in Katie, 'Imogen would like you to handle Tracy, too.'
    'Very neatly
put, darling,' said Imogen.
    'Eh?' said
Billy stupidly.
    'Go on, Billy
Dazzle, admit it,' said Katie, 'you'd just love to get your hands
on her chest.'
    'Well, of course I would. So would ten million readers of
the Daily Dog . I'm
only human.'
    'That's a
matter of opinion,' muttered Katie with a return to her accustomed
tartness.
    'You see,
Billy,' cut in Imogen, 'I have been having a little trouble with
Tracy and I've come to the conclusion I need some outside help. As
you know, she has been a fantastically successful model for the
past few years but a career in the glamour business is necessarily
short-lived.'
    'Gravity
dependent, you mean.'
    'Precisely. So
I have been steering Tracy in other directions. Into fashion, into
music, into acting. She'll never be Liza Minnelli but she's not
without talent.'
    Billy said
nothing.
    'I've been
quite successful on her behalf and now I'm on the brink of a
breakthrough movie deal for her. But - and I admit this to you in
strictest confidence - we have had something of a falling out. She
won't talk to me and neither will her family. I suspect she's
fixing herself up with another agent. I need to know what's going
on before I set up a meeting with Orlando Verdi. Do you know who I
mean?'
    Billy nodded.
That fat piece of pizza had put together more movie deals than a
jumbo jet of Hollywood executives. The problem was that all the
films stank. But who cared about that? Obviously not Imogen.
    'And you need
me to find her?' asked Billy, light suddenly illuminating this
unlikely interview.
    'Not really. I
know exactly where she is, she's staying at the Asquith round the
corner while she's shooting a walk-on for TV and pretending she's
already a big star. I'd like you to