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Life on Top

The Life on Top Trilogy

By A.D Hutchinson

Blurb:

Randi is an attractive lady who dreams of the nice things in life; a
beautiful mansion to call home, a fast car in the drive, and designer
clothes in her closet.

When Randi’s cousin becomes an air hostess, Randi watches as she kits
herself out with Hermes bags and Jimmy Choo shoes, dreaming of the day
when all of those things can be hers.  What Randi doesn’t know is that
it is not an air hostess salary keeping her cousin in the best of her
needs.

Randi decides to use her good looks and active libido to create the
lifestyle of her dreams.  Using the gifts that God gave her, Randi
amasses a huge fortune, and has a lot of fun while doing just that.

But when it comes to love, who has what it takes to make her behave?

Based on a real event combined with an imaginative plotline, LIFE ON
TOP is a real page-turner that will keep you wanting more – just like
Randi’s acquaintances.

Buy Links:

Paperback UK ~ Kindle UK

Paperback US ~ Kindle US

Excerpt:

I continued my stroll, taking a few small sips of the golden liquid and using my long legs and slim hips to advertise availability. There were a few single men wandering about, so I allowed my promenade of the room to circle towards them. I surveyed each little group like a stalking tiger, and then fixed my eyes on a floor-length, soft leather coat that swished at the feet of a very handsome man. The coat must have cost at least five thousand. Designer, with a hint of rarity — no labels for this one, no Gucci or Prada — he’d have sought out a new tailor that no one had ever heard of and ordered direction from him. He had a jewelled pin on his lapel and expensive cufflinks that flashed in the bright showroom lights. He had been admiring a red Ferrari that spun slowly on a circular platform, but he had caught my little stroll and lifted a fluted glass to me. I smiled and did the same. I knew his type; rich but predictable, some boys always needed a little surprise in their lives, and looking up at the turning platform, inspiration hit me.

I strolled towards Jewel Pin, catching his gaze then continuing past him, sure to move my hips in that way that keeps a man staring. I walked around 4 to the back of the platform and, as I suspected, it had a short set of stairs. As gracefully as possible — not an easy feat in strappy stilettos on a turning surface — I made my way up to the platform and struck a pose, searching the small gathering below me until I locked eyes with Jewel Pin. Naked pleasure and surprise lit his face, as he looked up at me like a little boy on Christmas morning. I nearly lost my balance as the platform’s rotation moved Jewel Pin out of my line of sight. I tightened my core and succeeding in a little spin that faced me frontwards again. The constant moving and the bright lights were dizzying, but exhilarating. I raised my arms in a classic Vanna White move, and then walked very carefully in the direction of the car. I ran a hand along its sleek curves, letting my body press against the shiny surface. I moved down the side and along the front, showing off the car, and myself to best effect. The information displayed on the large screens behind me showed that this car was a rare model of Ferrari, worth 3.8 million.

An approving whistle pierced the showroom’s hum of activity. I smiled at the attention and lifted my face to the lights. Then, I walked around the car again, gesturing at its beauty. This time, I opened the driver’s door and slid into the seat, keeping the door ajar so that the platform continued its slow turn, the onlookers could still see me. I put my hands on the steering wheel and waited until the platform made its way back to my mark, Jewel Pin man. He was looking up smiling, awaiting my return.

I let my legs hang out of the car but stayed in the seat. My dress just barely covered my bum. I gave a little kick, then crossed my legs. I got another whistle, then a cheer. Then, back behind the growing crowd, I saw a man in a red vest pushing through the crowd, eyes locked on me. Gig was up. I stood, keeping up my showgirl wave. Jewel Pin came back into view. He was laughing as he realized the cause of my quick movement to the back stairs. I kept my eyes and my smile on my admirer until the last moment, and then stepped off the moving platform onto the stairs and down to the showroom floor. Before I could finish adjusting my skirt and catch my breath, Jewel Pin was beside me.

“Well done. You do that as if you’re a pro.”

“Maybe I am.” Another wink, then my ‘thank you’ smile. He laughed and took my elbow, guiding me away from the Ferrari display and the man in the red vest, who was now looking around, confused.

We sauntered to a black Bugatti with yellow racing stripes. I snuck a look at Jewel Pin, enjoying the ease with which he approached me and took me with him. He had even features on a long face and a lovely smile. We walked 5 around the exotic car. I playfully enquired if he was looking to make a purchase for his wife. He shook his head with a grin and pointed to a ringless finger. “No, and I don’t have a lady friend either, if you’re asking.”

I answered with a smile for him and for me. Lucky at the first go.

He kept his arm hooked through mine and guided me through the crowds of the rich and wealthy. We weaved in and out like a little ship riding powerful waves. I learned that he was from West Essex and well-off, but despite the nice coat and blingy pin, I could tell he was not actually wealthy. Not my kind of wealthy, he was probably an agent for another big man, sent to pick up something. This was how the super-rich operated, through a number of veils and smoke screens, all to keep themselves unseen. They also did not weave between crowds; they were the cruise ships that the rest of the world parted for.

Jewel Pin’s name was Francis. He spoke easily, each time leaning in, close to my ear, giving off heat from his breath, a glint of desire in his eyes. I enjoyed being near him. He smelled of pine needles and mint aftershave, his hair was wavy brown and his smile made me excited and hot. The beginning pinpricks of attraction. I am addicted to it. In addition, the sex, I love the sex.

“Thanks for saving me,” I leaned in close as I said this, as if it was a shared secret just for him.

“Saving you from what?” he smiled, appreciating my intimacy and leaning in to share in it.

“You saved me from being ditched by my date.”

He stopped, eyes wide in surprise, “There’s a man in this world that would stand you up?”

I gave him my little laugh. I nearly had him. I could see the wheels turning inside his handsome head. He may not be super-rich, but his clothing and his ease at being amongst this crowd told me that he was rich enough.

There is always a moment when I am free roaming like this, when I need to let the man know that my services are for sale, and not cheap. If I speak too early, they may leave, like a sales pitch thrown in your face before the obligatory small talk. Nevertheless, if I wait too long they may get angry, thinking I led them along. One of the things that makes me so good at my job is I can spot that perfect place of temptation, hope, and desperate attraction. Hit that bullseye and we are golden.

We continued our movement across the floor, stopping at a display for a Porsche, moving on to a stunning semi-circle wall of screens with a model of the front half of a Maserati. Sit in the model and the screens are meant to illustrate the freedom of speed through the streets, on a racetrack, or through a European racing circuit. I could tell Francis was enjoying the show, and enjoying my company. I had him with temptation and attraction, but this man seemed to be a bit shy in confidence, time to dial up the hope.