3 comments/ 6584 views/ 3 favorites Risky Public Play in New York By: LaPatitMort Paula is a small town girl from upstate New York. Like so many she moved to the city soon after high school with a girlfriend to find employment and "just maybe" be discovered for acting on Broadway. She was the perfect daughter in a perfect middle class family. She had earned all "A's" and been the star in all her high school plays. Now, she is beautiful, shy, very courteous, is talented, is an excellent secretary, is struggling to survive and is depressed. Three times "wonderful," insightful men identified her naiveté and lack of defenses against the big cruel usury city. All three times she fell for their success, their suave manners, their polished lines and their sex appeal. The first took her virginity and never called again. The second drank too much and was abusive until he went back to a home and a wife that he claimed not to have. The third caught her on the rebound, fucked her, used her, shared her with a friend, degraded her and left her with an empty bank account. Her three men had left her wiser and had taught her some things about herself that cannot be denied. She loves sex, cums easily, cums wetly and cums often. Her buzzing sex toy collection and the moans of pleasure from her room drove her roommate away months ago. Mom and Dad sent her a little money to get her through a couple more months. Then it would be time to give up on the "Big Apple" and her dreams of experiencing its night life, and, at least once, touching its wealth and luxury. --------------------- Paula's full-length "mink" coat was a gift from her second beau, early in their relationship. It is beautiful, a real eye-catcher with its shinny black, long fur, flowing hood, perfect styling and designer label. Only problem, she found out, it is a wonderful faux fur with a fake label. No one can tell. Real would have been nice. She was glad knowing no animals died to make it for her. One dark January evening the snow was still falling steadily. She had cabin fever and was horny. She could look out over the busy downtown street from the small empty balcony of her twelfth-floor apartment. She stood nude inside the sliding door. She was still perfectly made up from her workday. She needed air and wanted to go out. She had no date. A naughty thought flashed through her. Paula turned her "mink" inside out. She put it on so the fur was against her white skin and her shoulder length blond hair flowed over the shiny silk lining. She slipped on the knee high white boots she had worn that day and stepped out onto the patio. Across the street, two buildings down but on the fourteenth floor, in his luxury townhouse, Dirk was looking out across his empty balcony too. He seldom went out anymore. No one loved the ladies more than he, but last year's "incident" was still on the minds of most people. On an on, the tabloids ran pictures and quotes from women who claimed to have dated him. Most he did not know. Disguises helped. The movement across the street caught his eye. The white boots and long lovely legs were kicking the snow off the small empty slab. There was enough light from inside the woman's apartment and from others nearby to afford him a rather nice view of the flowing blond hair and the graceful moves. He was trying to imagine her features when she helped. With the snow mostly gone, Paula grasped the top rail of the rot iron fence that protected her from falling. She arched her back, put her right leg on top of the railing and leaned forward putting her head on her knee. It felt good stretching from being desk bound all day. So good, she leaned back. Dirk could hardly believe the alabaster, natural "Cs" that proudly thrust from her coat. Her skin glowed and he saw more when she stood upright and repeatedly kicked her legs high over her head. She turned around, swung her other leg up onto the railing and stretched down to it. Her pussy was shaved clean and glowed just like the rest of her. He imagined he could see the slit. As she twisted, she showed a shapely ass cheek and a perfect thigh. As if to tease him more, she turned and showed that she had a matching cheek and thigh on the other side. This "half-a-block away," unknown Goddess meant nothing to Dirk. In fact, he disliked her some because she looked like his year-long live-in lover - the one who secretly gathered his memories and sold them cheaply to the yellow-rag of a newspaper that it seemed everyone in the world read. It still puzzled him why she did it. He gave her more every month than she made from the sale of his privacy. Probably, she wanted her fifteen minutes of fame and was promised some break in show business. He stepped outside, reached over and picked up the long propane lighter that he sometime used on his out-door grill when its sparker didn't work. When the flame leaped from the tip, it seemed to light up his entire patio. He immediately extinguished the flame and just stood looking at the exposed beauty. Paula had done this to be naughty and show off, but actually knowing that someone was watching shocked her. She grasped her coat around her, raced inside and closed the blinds. The next morning, Dirk, in his sunglasses, sweats and hoody, paused to talk with his childhood friend and now doorman, "Scott, do a favor for me." "Anything, Mr. Toller, you know that. This job saved my family and me. With my bad back, I don't have many employment options but the pay here is great thanks to you." "Knock off the "Mr." stuff, we drank our first beers together. See the apartment high rise, not straight across the street, but the cream colored one to the left?" "Sure." "Get your P.I. friend to find out who lives in the twelfth floor apartment, second from the corner, down the side street. Just get the usual stuff. I'm gun shy now." "You have a right to be. I'm sorry that you are still having to go through all that fabricated bull shit." "Me too, but I enjoy this city too much to move." Dirk put ten hundred dollar bills into Scott's hand. "This should get him started. Don't let him rip me off too much on the hours he claims." "I'll make sure he does a good job for you." The report was complete and interesting. It took ten days. The P.I.'s cover letter thanked Scott for such an easy assignment – same regular secretarial job and hours for the last three years, office gossip about who took her to bed, small town girl, struggling -------on and on the report went with times, routes, name, address, telephone numbers, bank account and the name of her female friend who moved out a few months ago. Paula had gotten a wonderful sexual thrill from being watched and being nude under her coat. Several times she ventured down to the street to the nearby news stand or crossed the street to the benches around the frozen fountain and then raced back to the safety of her apartment building. By chance, Dirk had seen her twice and guessed that she was nude under her favorite coat. He decided to add to her dangerous, sexually thrilling game and put some much needed spice back into his life. Paula was rounding the back side of the fountain and starting to walk faster to race toward safety, when she stepped into a large dark shadow. A strong hand grabbed her coat, pulled her roughly and whispered, "Hi Beautiful, be very quiet and you'll be fine. I only want to ask you a couple of questions." She felt such overpowering masculine strength; she froze. She shivered from the implied threat in the sexy whisper. Her heart pounded and she waited. "Stand and talk with me for one minute and then you can run safely away." Still she waited. "This coat is beautiful, are you nude under it?" The phantom's hand snaked out. It knew exactly how to slip into her coat and his fingers knew exactly how to roll her right nipple. Her fright, her pounding heart, her carefully planned tease and the knowing hand caused a flush to race through her and settle between her legs. They almost buckled. The hand trailed down and its thumb and finger rolled her half inch long slippery clit just as it had her nipple. Her body sighed without her permission. Now, she was embarrassed, as well as, frightened. The finger slipped into her as the thumb continued to rub her clit. The phantom whispered, "If only you picked the right men. If only you knew what a treasure you are. Thank you, Beautiful; you and your body have made my year. Come outside again, dressed like this, and maybe you will cum for me next time." The hand was gone. Paula turned to look. The phantom was gone. In such a large city, no one saw or wanted to know. She raced home. Her body was trembling. Her hands shook so much she could barely grasp and turn the deadbolts. Her eyes were wild but her body was wilder. She was still standing just inside her door when she spread her legs and thrust two finders of her right hand into her dripping, quivering pussy. A long low growl came from her lips. It surprised her. She never made vocal noises related to sex. Tonight she did. Her cunt squished with every thrust and she moaned loudly. She sat on the cold floor and finished the job while her body twisted, panted, groaned, withered and thrust using her precious coat to slide over the tiled entrance way. She moved onto her knees. Her breasts felt good mashed into the cold floor with her ass high in the air. They felt good when she twisted her nipples too hard and ground most of her hand into her cunt. Twice and then a third time she came. The third time she needed both hands, one for her clit and one for her g-spot. She glanced at the clock; she had been on the floor masturbating for forty-five minutes. As Paula untangled herself from her coat and stood nude in just her white boots, she felt something in the pussy juice soaked coat's inside pocket. The little pencil printed note said, "I'm sure you came all over your coat. This is to get it cleaned for next time." There were two one hundred dollar bills stapled to the note. Her mind swirled in confusion and fear that someone would know what she had done. Then she smiled. She liked knowing that someone knew. Maybe he was dreaming of watching her. She dreamed about her phantom that night and had to bathe again in the morning to make sure the scents from her morning play were washed away. The next week Paula did not venture across the street to the small park or walk around the fountain. She did step into the dark stairway next the lighted entrance of her building. Dirk watched long enough to be able to see into the dark shadow. She glanced about and put her hands inside her coat. She was good with her hands. Soon she backed roughly against the wall. Then she was still and then she raced back into her lighted safety. Strange what you can get away with in the middle of eight million people during a busy work day. While Paula was at work, Dirk hung a curtain inside the doorway where she had played. The curtain was black and tucked against the black ceiling with a hidden release cord. The next Friday night, Paula ventured out again. Her long dark coat, her dark scarf and her dark boots hid that her luscious pale skin was totally nude under the coat. As she ducked into her "secret, public masturbation spot," she heard a rustle behind her. She turned and gasped at the shadow. Her gasp was the opening for it to push a rubber ball into her mouth and whisper, "Good to see you again. Be very quiet. You will not be hurt and will be on your way in just a few minutes." With that the dark curtain settled down from the ceiling and their space was still filled with the noises from the street but was dark and almost private. Paula did not resist the phantom opening her coat and rubbing his soft warm hands over her nude body. She even did as she was told when it whispered, "Close your eyes, Beautiful. I want to bring you pleasure." Dirk did not tease. There was the fear of being discovered. He went to work directly on her breasts and her pussy. Her hips thrust to take his fingers deeper. Twice she got close but she seemed to lose concentration. The third time, he grasped her nipple and squeezed. She came wetly. He knelt between her spread legs and kept at her. Paula leaned into the dirty wall in the dark entry that smelled like urine. He knew exactly where her magic spot was inside her pussy. He knew to slap her ass and when she came again, he knew how to lick her, drink from her and push a finger up her lovely ass. He caught her when her legs buckled. When she sighed, he removed the rubber ball and closed his lips over hers. She tried to pull away but his breath was sweet and tasted like her pussy. Her tongue ventured out and he nursed it. So quickly, he buttoned her coat and slipped away from her. Paula felt a note in her coat pocket again. She stepped free from the alcove and raced upstairs to read it. "Paula, You and your body fascinate and excite me. We have many common interests. I will give you a suggestion along if you want to risk a little for great pleasure. The coat is dirty again. You taste wonderful. Your pussy sucks sweetly and your ass is tight." Again there were two one hundred dollar bills attached to the note. This time, Paula was more frightened than excited. He had played her, he knew her name and he hinted about a lot more. She did not sleep much, worrying about what could happen to her. Then she realized, he was in control and could make anything happen. There was only a sliver of a moon the next Thursday. After work, a note was under her door. It simply read, "Roof eight tonight." She started to call 911, three different times. The note was an order. He knew where she lived. It presumed a lot. She felt its power and blushed at the spasm that rippled through her. It had been a long time since she risked even a date. Never had she been thrilled and excited like her last encounter with her phantom. Paula felt foolish. She prepared for her phantom like she did for her high school prom date. She was frightened but knew she had to go. There was some strange promise of the blissful unknown. Her body wanted something that she did not understand. Something much more than sex but sex definitely was a component. She put a condom in her coat pocket and went toward the roof, dressed like she always dressed for her phantom. The alarmed door had a "post-it" note stuck to the handle. It said, "It's OK, take the note and close the door behind you." The February air was in the forties. The light from the tiny sliver of moon glowed off the near white tar, sand and gravel roof. Surely there were lights and cameras. Those were the phantom's problems. Her fear over took her, she turned around to go back but the door latched behind her. The now familiar voice scared her enough to make her heart beat rapidly but she felt drops of slippery wetness flow onto her thighs. "I'm so glad you accepted my invitation tonight." The hooded phantom in the shadows sat her on an old salvaged dining room chair, next to a rough, weathered telephone cable spool table and handed her a glass of fine expensive champagne. It went down too easily but another was there to replace it. For an hour the cold night air was not there. Fine cheese and fruit mixed with the endless glasses of yeasty Louis Roederer Crystal matched any place in the city. The conversation was smooth, tasteful and pleasant but Paula's dripping cunt screamed for animal attention through sophisticated, but suggestive talk about art, plays and restaurants. Her coat was soaked where she sat; she felt tipsy and she was getting tired of being wooed gracefully. Dirk could smell her excitement. The conversation did not change while he cleared their table. She had not noticed the steel rings across from her. He took her hands, kissed them, sucked her fingers and while her eyes were closed he pulled her up, kissed her deeply, then forced her over the cable spool. Her hands were cuffed to the rings and the same rubber ball that she had tasted before pushed between her lips. Gently her phantom lifted her and opened her coat, her rigid nipples mashed down cruelly on the rough table top. It felt good. She dared not move. Splinters would pierce her breasts in a dozen places. Still she wanted to hump into the rough sexy slab. Paula could have pushed out the rubber ball and screamed but she did not. Her precious coat flipped over her head, strong hands pushed her legs apart and a hot, wet tongue explored her ass, lapped at her streaming wetness, sucked her clit and penetrated between her swollen, red lips. Then for seconds she was alone. She feared the phantom had disappeared again, but the wide, slippery, steaming helmet of the biggest dick she had ever felt pushed gently, spreading her just to its ridge. Her body betrayed her. She pushed back. "No Beautiful One, let me bring you pleasure tonight." The slow, stretching into her sheath was maddening. Without the rubber ball, she would have screamed, "Fuck me, take me deep hard." All she could think about was the wonderful stretching and filling shaft that throbbed as it gained grudging entrance into her body. After every inch, the phantom pulled back and pushed again to press into her magic spot. She gladly followed his order, "Put all your thoughts between your legs and help me give your body pleasure." Paula had four inches of his madness inside her when his next words shocked her. She had been so preoccupied with pleasure and champagne that all the events had not added together. "Paula, struggle for me. Pull against your bindings." She did. Pleasure mixed with panic. She was indeed bound and helpless. Not fantasy. Reality. She pulled and the metal cuffs bit into her wrists, hurting her. Her body was working against her fear. Her hips thrust back forcing him to stretch her wider. The air was cold on her leaking pussy. Her mind spun into a dozen conflicting thoughts, "Is he wearing a condom?" "God this feels good." "Does he have diseases?" "I can feel him throbbing inside me." "When was my last period?" "He's probably a filthy vagrant." "But he smells clean and good." On and on, her mind spun. She could vaguely see his shadow. In the midst of her swirling concerns, her ass tilted up and he stretched her even more with a slippery thumb. He used each thrust to coat his thumb with more wetness by pushing it along his cock in her wet cunt to soak it in their combined juices. Paula knew what was going to happen; she held her breath. Slowly, ever so slowly, for the first time, her asshole was penetrated. It didn't hurt. She could feel his thumb rub against his cock through her thin membranes. Pleasure began to replace thought. He thrust. She wanted, no needed, all of him in her body. More pleasure filled her. Now there were no thoughts. Every cell that was touched made something scream in pleasure. Her breasts against the rough wood; her thighs being driven bruisingly against the edge of the table; her cold and scalding cunt; her ever stretching pussy, her now penetrated ass and even the rough abuse she felt as she ground her clit into the wooden table. The phantom knew. "The Phantom always knows." He reached up and removed the ball in her mouth, "I wish I could drink the wetness from your lovely tongue." That did not make much sense to her small town mind but the visual image started her orgasm. Always before, her highs did not last very long. When she would normally be coming down from her high, he thrust, it hurt, stretched her and she flew higher. The next possible recovery vanished when his thumb stretched her ass and her ass pushed back to suck him deeper. His fingernails raked down her back distracting her. Her own thrusts extended her climax. She could feel wetness flowing from inside her; more wetness than ever before – enough to make a puddle for her hot belly to slide in. With some relief, she could almost feel her climax ending, but he took that too. Risky Public Play in New York The phantom's right hand gathered their combined wetness and held it in front of her mouth. Her eyes barely saw but her senses knew. Her mouth opened, shocking her. She was not a slut. He brought their wetness to her lips; she licked and wanted it all. When her mouth sucked his fingers deep, he thrust very hard and his cock buried to the hilt in her body. He pushed painfully against her cervix and her clit ground into the table. His next thrust was smooth, maddening and carried her climax beyond thought. Again he filled his fingers with their combined pheromones and wiped them into her mouth forcibly. The consuming pleasure of madness set in. For the first time in her life she screamed and screamed again when she felt his thick cock throb and felt pulses of his cum squirt against the mouth of her womb. She could not inhale, only climax, fly higher and feel spiraling pleasure. Blackness surrounded her. It was warm, comforting, completing and safe darkness. She gave into it and it consumed her. Eleven hours, later, Paula awoke to a note beside her head on her pillow. "Paula, Your body is magic. I would like to ask you out on a real date. Put a "Yes" or a "No" sign in your patio window. Our date will be unusual. You will have to trust me, even more than last night. You are not expected at work today because of food poisoning. My body still feels the magical touch of yours." Paula dipped her fingers deep into her cunt. It was tender but they felt good in her stretched opening. She was disappointed. He had worn a condom. Day after day, Dirk watched her patio window. There was no message for five days. Finally, there was a single piece of typing paper taped to the window early Thursday morning, "Yes." That evening, Paula had another note under her door when she arrived home. "Tomorrow night at eight, be outside your apartment. Wear your white boots and your lovely coat. Bring nothing else. You'll be back in time to go for work Monday." Paula could not sleep all night. She could not risk so much. In the morning she left two sheets of typing paper on her slider: "Can't" "Afraid" That night another note awaited her. "Paula, I truly understand. I'm risking a lot also. I was hoping your strength could make up for my fears. You are beautiful and special. Someday, you'll find a strong man to protect you and then I think you might be one of the few women who is special enough for a complicated man to build a wonderful trusting relationship with." After three weeks, Dirk took a ten day trip so he would quit looking for messages on Paula's door. There was no message the day he returned or the next morning. However, Scott met him when he came out of the building and showed him a cell phone camera picture of three signs, "When?" "Where?" "I want to try." When Paula returned home from work that night, she was only a few days from having to leave New York. She had a message, "Was gone for a while. Depressed. Gave up on you. Eight p.m. Friday, same deal." Paula needed to be packing. The weekend was the worst time for her to be away. The landlord and her parents were helping her move; her friends were giving her a going away party. Everyone would be angry and inconvenienced; they had sacrificed to help her. She had never been so irresponsible but she had to know. She posted a note. "Coat is ready." At eight a limo picked Paula up on Friday. The driver offered nothing. He drove her to a private airport and escorted her to a Lear Jet Bombardier BD-700. She slept until the plane touched down. Another limo whisked her away. A familiar looking, ruggedly, handsome man in his mid-thirties greeted her for breakfast at the obviously cleared restaurant. Things began to click in her mind. She remembered the big red "T" on a white background encircled in red that was on the tail of the plane. She had avidly read every scandal sheet for six months about the horribly deviant Dirk Toller. Now she was having breakfast with him, somewhere. She believed somewhere in the warm Mediterranean. By the end of breakfast, Dirk knew, so he asked her, "You have figured out who I am, haven't you?" "Yes." "The tabloids had a field day, adding fantasies to what my old girlfriend gave them. Are you afraid of me?" Paula seriously considered that question. It was well timed. "No, we've gone beyond that. I do question how wild you can get." "How deviant, you mean?" She stayed quiet. "If I told you I am the reincarnation of the Marquis de Sade you would believe that. If I told you that you have already seen most of my deviance, you would not believe that. I cannot win with any answer. Let me show you my little part of this country and my home here. Let's have a nice day and evening dining and enjoying each other's real side. Tomorrow, we'll get you flown home in time for work Monday. Just two favors............" With a sly smile he pushed a package toward her. She asked, "What?" "First, please don't take the story of our weekend to the tabloids." Paula did not answer but she was shocked that he would think she would betray even a stranger like that. "Second, open your coat for me." The restaurant was empty, yet the blazing sun, brightly lit every nook and cranny. On every empty table, the silverware sparkled, the plates glistened like mirrors and the white table cloths seemed to be voyeurs urging her to open her coat. Her now identified phantom had never seen her body in the sunlight. She wanted to show it to him, to the table cloths and to every eye in the country. Paula let her coat drop from her shoulders. Dirk's eyes consumed, licked and made love to every inch of her. He motioned for her to turn around. She could feel his tongue on her back as she twirled around for the man who sat six feet away. He motioned slightly. Two pretty, totally nude women materialized, scooped up his package and escorted her away. The sexy nymphs freely touched her as they removed her high winter boots and dressed her in sheer, expensive underwear, a designer summer dress and beautiful summer sandals that laced up her calves. Paula had never been touched by a woman. Already, she was standing back in front of Dirk. He was praising her beauty and telling her what he had planned to show her. While he talked, she remembered that both women had fingered her, rubbed her nipples and kissed her on the lips. She had already cum for her first time of the day, for her first time outside the USA and for her first time on a woman's fingers. For hours, Dirk walked her through town, talking and shopping, down from the restaurant through beautiful vineyards, to a river. Finally, he found and opened a basket. They drank wine, danced in the sand below a hill of grape vines, ate cheese, bread dipped in olive oil and waited for a small boat to pick them up. On the boat, in a private room with windows open to the world, he licked her to orgasm until they had to scurry off the boat and into a small town for more shopping. Truthfully, they played, chasing each other in the park and teasing with vendors. Everything that caught her eye, he bought for her. By eight p.m., she was exhausted. A car was waiting to rush them to a large sprawling home. She bathed but was starving. Dirk had a wonderful picnic set up in front of a warm fire on the softest black fur rug she had ever felt. Full, exhausted, she listened to his stories and went to sleep, feeling safe in his arms. Early the next morning, Dirk awoke her with kisses. Again they dined on the fur. Slowly, ever so slowly, he removed all her clothing and his too. He pulled her to him. He waited. Paula guided his beautiful uncircumcised naked slightly upturned cock between her legs. It stretched her but slid smoothly inside until their pubic bones crushed into each other. Her short thrust raked his hard shaft across her clit. Slowly her mind was drifting away. From far away, he talked to her, "Paula, I have enjoyed your company. You have to leave soon because of the time differences. You will be home in time for work tomorrow. You have heard so many lies about me. I will answer truthfully any question you have for me." On and on he talked but her ears and mind had shut down. Only her short thrusts had meaning. Only her clit mattered. Once then twice she came. Pleadingly she heard his pained words, "I want to cum inside you but there is so much we have not learned about each other. Please, Paula, take me out of your body and finish me before I fill you." She kept up her rocking motion until he groaned. Slowly she lifted off him and slid back until her hands could guide his throbbing wet cock to her mouth. She wanted to do this. Never before had she wanted this. Oral sex had been a duty to be performed with a handkerchief handy. She watched his eyes, his belly tighten and she felt his cock dance in her mouth. His hips lifted as she sucked at the big helmet. Her fingers kept her own excitement racing. When her next orgasm hit, the most important thing in the world was swallowing Dirk's cum. In the midst of her climax, she marveled that his cum was not bitter or lumpy. She sucked harder and swallowed faster. Still some seeped out the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. Paula felt each contraction of his body and pulled the last of his cum from his shaft and swallowed it. She felt her power over him. Lovingly, Dirk pulled her up to him, kissed her and pulled the fur rug up to wipe her chin. Then he just held her, obviously not wanting to let her go. Cruel reality came back to her first, "Did you force your former girlfriend to do all those crazy things?" "I've never forced any woman to do anything more than I have forced you. Chloe liked girls and wanted them in our bed. She liked to hurt some of them. Somehow, those traits became mine in the tabloids." Conversation and believing were slow while Paula dressed. Finally she looked about and asked, "My coat and my boots?" "I honestly don't know where they are right now. I'll have them over-nighted to you." He pulled the crumpled, cum stained fur from the floor. "This is really a coat. Take this, so you will not be cold. It is yours now. Sorry, it has our cum on it. I put cleaning cost in the pocket as usual." Paula rushed to get to the limo. She barely took time to tell Dirk, "Goodbye." He looked so sad like he wanted her to ask to stay. Two days later, Paula's coat and boots arrived. She decided to take the new coat Dirk had given her to the cleaners. Mr. Chan's eyes lit up and he rushed to get his wife. They talked rapidly in Mandarin and then he suggested, "Ms. Thompson, we are not comfortable cleaning this coat for you. Please, will you take it to the Cowit's on Madison?" Paula's eyes were truly shocked, "Why can't you do it?" "Do you know what this is?" "It is a fake fur coat." "This is a Russian Sable made of the finest pelts designed by Dennis Brasso. I don't think finding matching pelts could be done in today's world. But if you could find the furs, this coat would cost more than a new Ferrari." In her rush, Paula had not opened the envelope in her coat's pocket. She did now. It contained two $500 bills and a penciled note, "Please stay a while longer in New York. It is the most exciting city in the world. I would love to show it to you, if you don't mind cameras shoved in your face and people thinking you are as deviant as their wildest fantasies. Might be best not to wear this fur, the PETA people would love to throw something on it and have my name in headlines with yours." Cowit's offered her $160,000 cash for the fur before cleaning it. Never had she been so confused. When she hesitated the offer went to $180,000 and then $200,000. Paula agreed and immediately had seller's remorse. How would she tell Dirk? Still, he had given it to her. Mystery hid her identity for two months of whirlwind enjoyment of New York. Her friends all kept her secret. The tabloids could not crack who she was. There were hundreds of stories from a princess to a filthy, nasty, diseased, deviant hooker. Coming out of a theater one night, Dirk's old betraying girlfriend threw gasoline on Paula and tossed a lit lighter on her. The flames exploded and Dirk threw his top coat and himself on her, smothering the flames before one could touch her. He was not so lucky. His hands, hair, right eyebrow and right cheek were burned and his pants were smoldering when the fire was put out. The picture on the front page of the same yellow rag news paper that ruined his reputation was gruesome. Still smoldering and burnt, he was waving the first ambulance carrying Paula away. The picture prompted investigations into his old girlfriend's personality and the real Dirk Toller. The tabloids researched and researched and then their headline was, "Sorry Dirk." Dirk granted one interview with the contracted stipulation that if Paula's name was divulged in any way it would be an immediate payment to her of ten million dollars. Paula had been rushed home to her parents after the incident and protected around the clock from kidnappers and reporters. Competing tabloids tried to get his employees, his doorman, his maids, people who knew him in any capacity to lie about the deviant Dirk Toller. His former girlfriend was shown with all her mental weaknesses and usury nature. Toller Inc. was even in the business papers as a well run employee friendly company. Paula was totally isolated and protected. She received one message from him, "Sorry, this is the last thing I wanted for you. Have a great life, you made mine special until I hurt you." Each night her body, her mind and her soul ached for her phantom. She had never been to his house in New York and did not know how to contact him without the press knowing. After two months she contacted her old landlord. Her apartment was still for rent. The day after she signed the lease, she taped a printer paper note on the sliding door, "Coat is ready."