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4.

[Phone Ringing] "Hello?"

"I called and called. Where were you last night?"

"Ma?"

"No Madison, It's Spencer."

"Oh. Hi Spence. I had to party. Where are you?"

"Oh, girl, are you ready for this? The woman? The Porsche? I am in her hotel room in Beverly Hills. The penthouse no less. Her bathroom is bigger than Grey's!"

"Do I have to hear this?"

"Maddie, she wants me to stay the whole week. And you know what she's gonna give me? Guess. You'll never guess… Three thousand dollars."

"Bullshit!"

"I swear to God Madison. And extra money to buy clothes!"

"Oh, chica! I am so bummed that I'm not into women now! Three thousand. Really? Is she twisted, ugly, what's wrong with her?"

"Nothing! She's gorgeous and sexy and good company!"

"Did she give you the money yet?"

"At the end of the week."

"Well that's what's wrong with her."

"Well, she gave me $500 for last night, money for clothes today and hell she's a famous rock star, so getting the money really isn't going to be an issue. And, Maddie? I'm gonna leave some at the front desk for you. I want you to pick it up. I'm at the Regent Beverly Wiltshire."

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A few hours later, Spencer decided it was time to hit the shops and find some conservative but sexy clothing. She didn't have anything conservative with her to wear out shopping though, so borrowed Ashley's jacket from the previous night and hoped she'd manage to find some helpful, non-prudish shop assistants to serve her. She suspected they didn't exist in Beverly Hills though, after an hour of people requesting she leave their establishments.

She walked back to the hotel, looking pretty depressed.

"Umm excuse me miss…. Miss?... Miss!" a well dressed gentleman called.

"Oh… sorry… what?", questioned Spencer

"Err... May I help you?"

"No, I'm fine thank you. I'm just going to my room."

"Uh, do you have a key? "

"Oh. I forgot that cardboard thing. I'm on the top floor. Could someone let me in please?"

"You're a guest here?"

"Yes, I'm staying with a friend."

"And who would that friend be?"

"Ashley Davies"

"Of course. Listen I'm Arthur, the manager here. Why don't you follow me and we'll have a little chat." Spencer followed Arthur into a side office and perched on a chair opposite him, as he sat himself behind a large oak desk.

"So, what's your name?" Arthur asked
"Spencer"

"Nice to meet you Ms. Spencer. Well you see, Ms. Davies is a very special customer here, and as such we are willing to make certain allowances. However, we would still expect her to sign in any guests… health and safety purposes of course, I'm sure you understand. Now you say you're a… friend?"

"Uh… relative actually" Spencer lied. She didn't want to lie to this seemingly pleasant enough gentleman, but didn't want to encourage further questions and attention to the fact Ashley had hired a hooker.

"Yes I thought so… then you must be her…"

"Cousin?"

"Yes, of course. Naturally, when Ms. Davies leaves, I won't see you in this hotel again. I assume you don't have any other 'cousins' staying here?" Arthur queried, not buying into the fact that the woman sat in front of him was related to Ashley Davies. He however respected that she was trying to deflect attention from the situation.

Spencer shook her head.

"Good. Then we understand each other. I would also suggest you perhaps dress a little more appropriately. I'm pro choice and all that, but I do unfortunately have an image and clientele to uphold here."

"I understand, but well see… that's the problem!!" Spencer sighed in frustration. "I tried to go get a dress on Rodeo Drive today, and the women wouldn't help me. And I have all this money now and no dress! Not that I expect you to help me, but I have all of this, okay?" she says, handing out fistfuls of money, "I have to buy a dress for a party tonight. And nobody will help me." Spencer wasn't stupid. She knew getting people to treat her like a normal paying customer, when she was dressed up in her touting garb, would be a problem, but what was she supposed to do? She couldn't get anyone to sell her clothes that would make her look like she belonged in those shops.

"Ok let me see what I can do," said Arthur, feeling sympathetic.

Arthur got on the phone to Women's Clothing, and arranged for Spencer, 'a very special guest' to get some help with her clothing. Spencer managed to compose herself before making her way over to the store Arthur had recommended and with the help of a pleasant shop assistant settled on a little black number for the evening.

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She got back into the room, in time to answer the ringing phone.

"Don't answer the phone when I'm not there!" She heard Ashley say on the other end.

"Well how was I supposed to know that?"

Ashley laughed before asking her if she'd managed to get a dress and instructing Spencer to meet her in the lobby at 7. Spencer agreed and hung up the phone.

Ashley paused for a moment, before redialling the number.

"Hello?"

"What did I just say about not answering the phone?"

"Well then quit calling" laughed Spencer, as she went of to start pampering herself for the evening.