Call Me Bad

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Sherry was one of those dolls you list on your expense report…

An Explosive Indictment Of The Call Girl Racket — And Women Like Sherry Jenkins, Whose Lover Did Not Know Her Profession…!

From the back:

A Call Girl is anybody… maybe your boss’s wife or yours… maybe your sweetheart, yes even your daughter! For the call girl comes from any walk of life – every level of today’s lust-ridden, money-mad; sales-crazy society. Working by appointment only, she may give more satisfaction in a night than some women do in a lifetime. If you’ve got the expense account and your name is “John” you probably have her number. And you’ll probably use it, if you don’t give a hang what happens to yourself — or her…

A lot of Johns had Sherry’s number at Central Hotel — and then along came Harry Barnes, to whom she gave a new exchange: LOve 1-0000 — a number no one had ever dialed before. Could she hide her trade from Harry, and so manage to steal him from a wife said to give away to many what Sherry sold to a few? If so, Sherry would have to depend on friends who were worse than enemies, friends like Ma Williams, the madam. Flame-haired Billie Gordon, who loved bawdry and nothing else. Joe Dolan, who wanted to blackmail Sherry. Skinny Lane, the rapist looking for more of same. And, of course, a drunken father who swore Sherry had been sired by another man!

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Candy

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The Girl Who Would Stop At Nothing For Thrills
Candy, the sexpot — Candy, the voluptuous — Candy, with a cashbox for a heart

From the back:

“Candy. You can’t mean it,” Jeff said.
“But I do, Jeff.”
“You can’t stop loving me just like that. I’ve given up everything for you. My wife. My family. My job….”
“Tough.”
“Candy. Is there… someone else?”
“Yes.”
“Who is he?”
“It’s not a ‘he’, Jeff.”

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