The door in the distance was closed, and red and blue light leaked out from under the gap.
It’s like...there are spotlights in the room.
Alan looked expectantly at the servant who opened the door for him, bent down slightly, stretched out his hand, and motioned him to come in.
What came into view was a not-too-small front hall suite, inside which was a bedroom, but the bedroom door was open at this time. After walking a few steps, Alan saw the large wine glass placed in the bedroom, and there was a strong smell of alcohol.
How to describe this taste...
There is a fruity aroma mixed in with the alcohol, and a faint smell of fishy smell mixed in with the fruity aroma...
It's not the kind of urine smell, but the intuitive smell. The smell of urine will make people frown, feel nauseous and sick, but this intuitive smell is completely different from that one. It is the kind of smell that is not easy to detect, but it can make people awe and imagine at first glance.
It's like you follow your beloved technician into the room, and when the technician makes the bed for you, you smell the faint fishy smell in the room, and you can imagine that maybe ten minutes ago, in this room, a certain technician and a certain big brother had a long talk, and after an in-depth and friendly exchange, the two reached some kind of friendly agreement, and then left traces of each other's existence.
Just by smelling this scent, I can imagine what kind of friendly communication I will have with the technician later.
Alan is feeling a bit like that now.
In the wine glass, in the golden wine, there was a girl with big wavy black hair. She had a pitiful expression on her face, half of her body was soaked in the wine, her arms were resting on the edge of the wine glass, and a pair of very seductive big eyes were staring at him.
…
She heard the door open, felt someone coming in, listened to the unhurried footsteps, until the person appeared in her sight. Because she was under the light, Dita Vontis couldn't see who the person was. Before coming here today, she only knew that she was going to give a private performance to a big shot.
It was a private performance that was impossible to resist.
She is twenty-one years old this year. Her family was poor when she was a child. When she was very young, she moved with her family from the eastern United States to the west coast and came to California.
In the past few years, she has worked as a model, host, actor, etc., but due to her own limitations, she has not found a suitable development direction.
Dita Von Teese is 168cm tall, not short, but definitely not tall, and her face... She doesn't have the potential to be a vase. If you were to rate her looks, it would be around 6 at most. Not ugly, but definitely not pretty.
But as for women...innate talent is one thing, and acquired makeup is another.
As long as you find your own position, there are still things worth mentioning.
It was a few years ago that Dita Von Teese accidentally watched a British movie. It was said that the director of the movie was an aristocrat, but the movie he made was quite interesting.
I won't mention the name of this movie, but as for the content... it is based on the then British Prime Minister Thatcher. The film completely imitates Thatcher's appearance and is about the emotional entanglement between a middle-aged woman and a black duck.
What can I say about that movie? It’s not that great, but the video version of the movie sold very well.
Especially later, a certain film and television company released a high-quality imitation adult version of the same movie, which further boosted the fame of this movie, so that the sales of the later videotapes of this movie were extremely high.
From this incident, Dita Von Teese vaguely found the development direction that suited her.
Royal sister!
High above and inviolable!
Want to refuse but also to welcome!
A sense of taboo!
These are a few key words she summed up herself, but when she really studied them, she found that she understood the principles, but it was difficult to put them into practice.
The more this happened, the more motivated Dita Von Teese became. The economic environment has been so bad in recent years that she wants to turn things around and make a lot of money every day and night. She no longer wants to live in the shabby house of her parents.
Later... by chance, she dug out the image of Marilyn Monroe, and combining it with the many experiences she had summed up, she designed a new image for herself, a retro image that was a bit like Marilyn Monroe, royal and sexy, with a bit of taboo.
It was this change that brought Dita Von Teese a turning point in her life. She became famous from her first performance at a big shot’s birthday party, and later her fame grew and she became famous all over California!
Just when she was about to take the next step in her development, a big Hollywood director approached her and gave her a task that she could not refuse - to give a private performance to a big shot.
Seeing that big shot getting closer and closer, Dita Vontis gently stirred the wine in the glass. The golden wine gurgled and brought up waves of white foam. She calmed her mind and stared at the black figure slowly walking towards her with a very seductive look, until...
As she slowly saw the figure clearly, Dita Vontis's eyes widened instantly. This person... she seemed to have seen him on TV!
But none of this matters anymore. This was the first time in all these years that Dita Von Teese felt suffocated. No one was strangling her, but she still felt difficulty breathing.
When this big shot in front of her walked out of the darkness, even Dita Vontis could feel the fierce aura on him. The feeling of being stared at like prey made her heart tighten in an instant.
In the past year, she has met many people who can be considered important. She has seen arrogant, polite, and even beastly people. But at least... when watching her performance, they all look normal and can maintain superficial decency.
But the man today was different. Even though he had a smile on his face, he gave Dita Von Teese a different feeling.
She could feel a sudden warm current rushing out of the wine near her thighs, and then her whole body shivered violently, and her face turned a little redder unnaturally.
"Hello... I'm Dita Von Teese. Director Cameron asked me to give you a private performance. I..."
"Then get started!"
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Alan took off his coat, loosened his tie, and stared at the person in the wine glass. He had a good temperament, mainly because the format of today's show was very unusual.
This thing... he had seen it in a book before. Isn't this just a pool of wine and a forest of meat?
This had existed in China thousands of years ago, but at that time it was a group show that only the emperor could enjoy, and he...now only experienced a solo performance.
This visual sensation is very novel.
Nodding, indicating that Dita Von Teese could start the performance, Alan sat down at the end of the bed in such an unpresentable manner, ready to see what the routine of this California-famous dance was all about.
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“Clatter…”
Dita Von Teese slowly raised her upper body, and her slender fingers slowly slid down from her eyes, along her nose, neck, collarbone, and all the way down.
The wine on her body slowly flowed down as if she had just taken a bath, and she slowly twisted in the foam.
The light shone on her, and the reflection from the wine seemed to be different from that from water. Anyway, it looked interesting.
There was no music, so Allen watched her perform alone.
Appearance can be improved with makeup, but temperament cannot be formed in a short time.
The seductive feeling became stronger.
This is the first time that Master Allen has met a professional player in all these years!
…
Compared to the celebrities he had been with before, theoretically speaking, those young ladies who often come out to make money and have skills can be considered professionals.
But these professional players are often very low-end, and they focus on making small profits but quick turnover and saving all living beings.
This thing... is very risky. Alan has never come into contact with these people in his life, and they don't match Alan's identity.
But...someone like Dita Von Teese is another kind of professional player. Her temperament is just sexy from the bottom of her heart, which is at the professional level.
This can't be compared with ordinary stars.
Alan used to be so superficial that he only looked at faces and figures, or added some wife attributes.
But this time…
This temperament made him feel particularly deeply.
Alan shifted his sitting position slightly, his thighs moved, and his crotch was a little...stuck.
There was no music, just lights and a dance move that had no connotation, but he was in awe, bang bang.
This dance is a bit unbearable to watch, it's so powerful!
Whenever this woman performed, Alan always had the urge to fuck her hard.
"Okay stop, come here!"
Alan hooked his finger, signaling Dita Von Teese to climb out of the wine glass.
With a sound of water, Dita Von Teese finally stood up and carefully climbed out of the wine glass, spilling the wine everywhere.
Finally seeing Dita Von Teese's complete figure, Alan stared at her waist and took a closer look.
In this era when mobile phones do not have camera functions, and there are no face-slimming, waist-slimming, or beauty effects, there are only two ways to achieve a waist like Dita Von Teese.
Either she needs to have surgery and cut the ribs, or she needs to be severely tightened with a corset like she is doing now.
Her waist is so thin that it is a little pathological. It is very similar to the figure in cartoons, called - ant waist.
Seeing Dita Von Teese preparing to untie her corset, Alan raised his right hand and said, "No need...just wear it like this and crawl over here."
Alan didn't care whether she was comfortable or not, he just wanted to look at her current figure, her whole body wet with wine dripping down, all kinds of smells mixed together rushing straight into her nose, this feeling... is very exciting!
I saw Dita Von Teese, all wet, crawling slowly towards me step by step with water marks on her face like a drowning cat.
Alan hissed, wondering if it would sting if he played with it without washing it.
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The next afternoon, on the east side of Nightingale Middle School, theoretically, this place is out of the city limits of Los Angeles. If you really count it, the status here is similar to that of old Carl's base. It can also be called the suburbs of Los Angeles. Anyway, they are all satellite towns around it and can be considered an urban circle.
The purpose of choosing the venue here is mainly because the space here is relatively spacious and suitable for large-scale meetings, especially the meeting that Allen is preparing to hold this time.
There will be so many people there. If we hold the event in Los Angeles, if something goes wrong, it will be difficult to handle with so many people and so many gossips.
In the hotel that was booked in advance, all the dining tables on the second floor were temporarily moved away and converted into a huge conference hall. In front of the conference hall was a blue banner with a line of words: "The First Gospel Pharmaceutical Products Seminar".
…
The conference hall is on the second floor, while the third floor is the former fitness area and numerous large and small meeting rooms.
At this time, in a rather large conference room, old Carl was leading a middle-aged man with a big belly. This man was wearing a blue-black Los Angeles police uniform with the badge of the Los Angeles Police Department on his chest. After all, Los Angeles is an autonomous city, so of course the police uniform must have its own style.
"Master, let me introduce you. This is Director Areno."
Old Carl only introduced the director's name and didn't say much else. After the introduction, he slightly turned sideways and looked at Director Areno and said, "This is my master, the Hereditary Earl of Carmarthenshire, Wales, the Earl of Carmarthen, His Excellency Alan Hill."
"Hello, Mr. Allen!"
Areno narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with Alan in a friendly tone, but his movements were a little stiff. He didn't even use a honorific, just called Alan "Sir" instead of "Sir".
Alan raised his eyebrows...
He had a great time last night, and the aftereffects have not worn off yet. He just feels full of strength and even a little irritable. Now this so-called chief of the Los Angeles Police Department is acting so high-handed in front of him, which makes Alan a little unhappy.
Yes... The Los Angeles Police Department is one of the largest police departments in the United States, with nearly 10,000 police officers and a jurisdiction over a population of more than 3 million. It is considered to be a high-ranking and powerful department, but... As a chief, are you so awesome?
"Haha... Areno? It's an interesting name. Then please watch a show with me later, Mr. Areno. After all... I still need Mr. Areno's help to finish what I have to do today."
Alan exerted a little force on his hands, and saw Areno, who was shaking hands with him, suddenly twitched his eyes and his face trembled subconsciously, then he smiled and let go of his right hand.
Areno put his right hand into his pocket expressionlessly and rubbed his trembling palm with his thumb.
The British aristocracy is so annoying! Arrogant, troublesome, and has too many rules!
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“Boom boom boom…”
The meeting downstairs may have already started, but Alan didn't have time to go downstairs. His schedule was quite full. In addition to being in the meeting place today, he also had to meet with several people and watch a show by the way.
It was a Peking Opera rehearsal organized by a group of Hong Kong directors working in Hollywood and organized by some Chinese people in Chinatown.
The theme was decided by Allen himself, and it was called "Washington rides west with prowess, and the old chief is captured and dies."
The white-faced Washington battles the red-faced old chief.
As the music started, Alan's expression became a little tense. The program that Hong Kong selected for his Christmas party was a bit unremarkable. This was something Alan only remembered later and added at the last minute.
Due to the short preparation time, they could only express a general idea. As for this group of people... Although they were a little overwhelmed when reading this weird script, they had to make changes since the noble lords wanted to read it!
It also has to be changed into a way that foreigners can understand, for example... like now, Peking Opera is sung in rhymed, accented English, and even the appearance of the characters and the background of the story are all brand new versions.