CHAPTER 11

Angela Raven fit the stereotyped image of a porn queen. Tall and statuesque, she had long blonde hair that was obviously bleached and piled high on her head. Her legs were long, her waist was tiny and her breasts were large and firm. Her clothes were chosen with care to accent her assets. She wore a red leather mini skirt that barely covered the cheeks of her ass and a pink tank top that clung to her upper body like a second skin and left nothing to the imagination.

"Miss Raven?" Starsky asked politely, letting his eyes sweep over her face and body with a satisfied grin.

"Please, call me Angie." The blonde said pleasantly. "If we're going to spend the evening together then we should be on a first name basis, don't you think?"

"If that's what you want. It's your dime."

"Yes, it is. Please come in. David…isn't it?" Angie stepped aside and waved Starsky into her penthouse apartment.

"Dave," Starsky said with a smile as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He took a casual glance around the apartment. The furniture was new and it looked expensive to Starsky's inexperienced eye. Abstract paintings decorated the walls and the carpet was a plush pale blue with a darker blue thread running through it. Across the room a sliding glass door opened onto a balcony with a picturesque view of the city.

"The limousine won't be here for at least an hour," Angie said "So why don't we sit down and get to know each other better?"

"Okay," Starsky told her as he followed her over to the white leather sofa. Angie sat down and motioned for him to do the same. The sofa was obviously designed more for looks than comfort. The cushions were hard and the leather upholstery had an unpleasant odor,

"So, David, tell me about yourself. Have you been doing this long?" Angie asked

"Not long. The money's good and I like the hours." Starsky said without going into a lot of detail.

"Someone as handsome as you surely doesn't need to work as an escort," Angie said with a flip of her hair over her shoulder. "If you wanna make some real money, I could get you on at my studio. They're always looking for new talent."

"I don't think so. I'm camera shy."

"Of course you are," she said with an unladylike snort. "You didn't look camera shy in the pictures you posed for at the agency."

"Those were pictures," Starsky said "You can always buy pictures and the negatives. With film you never know how many copies might be floating around."

"Can't be too cautious these days. I know some good photographers too if you're interested."

"I'll keep that in mind." Starsky had never been a prude when it came to nudity but in his years on the force, he had seen the other side of the porn business and he knew that it wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.

"Mmmmm…" Angie purred as stretched like a cat her eyes never leaving Starsky face as she watched for his reaction. "Tell me, David…what do you like to do for fun?"

"That depends on who I'm with," he answered in a casual tone. Starsky had had sex with women before in the line of duty but Angie was a bit too forward for his taste. He had never liked a woman who came on too strong.

"How about a drink? Would you like a drink?" Angie asked with a giggle as she rose gracefully to her feet.

"What do you have?"

"What do you want?" She asked with an indulgent smile

"Beer?"

"Coming right up." Angie strolled across the room swinging her hips from side to side in a seductive manner. Starsky watched as she disappeared through an archway into what he assumed was the kitchen. She returned in a few minutes with a glass in her hand that held a clear liquid and a bottle of beer that she handed to Starsky. She sat back down on the sofa, tucking her legs up under her. She took a sip of her drink, watching with an amused smile as Starsky tipped the bottle and took a long swallow of the icy brew.

"So, is this your first movie?" Starsky asked trying to make conversation..

"My first major film…yes. I made several shorts but nothing memorable. Believe it or not, this is a hard business to break into. There's a lot of competition out there."

"I bet there is." Starsky said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. During his years on the force he had dealt numerous times with the seedier side of the movie industry. He had seen young girls exploited by the makeshift porno directors out to make a buck. And young girls weren't the only victims; boys were exploited just as easily. The porn business was a lucrative one that attracted the bottom feeders of society.

"Well, sex always did sell and it always will," Angie said in an amused voice "In a way, isn't that what you're selling too?"

"I'm not selling anything except for a few hours of my time," Starsky told her

"I didn't mean to offend you."

"No offense taken," Starsky said as he took another long swallow of his beer. He shifted positions uneasily and glanced around, "Uh…where is…"

"Down that hall to the left," Angie told him before he could finish his sentence.

Starsky stood up and took a step forward pausing when a sudden wave of dizziness threatened to overwhelm him. He reached out with his right hand to steady himself against the back of the loveseat sitting diagonal to the sofa.

"David? Are you all right?" Angie asked in a concerned voice that sounded as if she were talking to him from underwater.

Starsky turned his head to answer her and stumbled forward unsteady on his feet. "What did…you…" He pitched forward before he could finish his question falling to the carpet with a soft thud. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.

Smiling to herself, Angie walked over to a closed door on her right and pulled it open. Two men stepped out of the bedroom. They were both tall and muscular with the physique of a bodybuilder. They looked at Starsky's crumbled body and then at Angie.

"I gave him enough to keep him out for a while," Angie told them "You know what to do. I'll take care of things here. And make sure you don't damage the merchandise. Mr. B doesn't like it when you damage the merchandise." She watched as the two men picked up Starsky's limp body, one holding him by the legs while the other man held him underneath his arms. She crossed the room and opened the front door for them closing it behind them as they left the apartment with Starsky.