Lots of older men and young starlets.

"Melinda, darling! So glad you could make it."

It was Catherine Zeta Jones. The exotic looking dark-haired girl from the Welsh valleys, transformed into Hollywood royalty. John was surprised at how genuinely thrilled she seemed to be to have two ladies from their profession at her exclusive Hollywood party.

"Catherine, honey, you know I wouldn't miss it for the world," flattered Ms Hayes enthusiastically, embracing the gorgeous star for perhaps slightly longer than was strictly necessary.

"This is my latest protégé, John," she added, introducing her companion.

"John, darling! So glad you could make it." Cried Catherine, like a Stepford wife. "I'm sure you will be a great asset to the party," she added, just faintly alluding to the business nature of their purpose here.

"Now where is that gorgeous husband of yours?" asked Ms Hayes.

"Michael? He's off limits I'm afraid," the star replied smiling, but with an edgy undertone to her voice.

"Of course he is," replied Ms Hayes, beaming back, "I just want to pay my compliments to the host."

"I think you will find him floating about somewhere." Then: "Arnie, darling! So glad you could make it."

"So, is Michael really off limits?" John asked, as the pair made their way through the crowd of celebs.

"Honey," Melinda Hayes replied, "Stephen Hawking isn't off limits to us. I'm sure that if you wanted to make a play for Michael, I could distract Catherine." she licked her lips subconsciously.

"She seemed genuinely pleased to see us," John commented with some curiosity evident in her voice.

"Why not?" said Ms Hayes confidently, "The presence of Blue Diamond means that this party will go with a zing. Without the two of us here, it would just be a bunch of boorish celebs comparing paychecks."

John looked around at the sea of faces, expertly sizing up the clientele and the competition as she had been trained to do. She noticed a large number of older men. Many of them were senior celebs, mainly of Michael Douglas generation and older. Then there were Producers, politicians and captains of industry who had made it onto the celebrity A or B-list, for curiosity value if nothing else. John recognised Bill Clinton and smirked to herself (now there was a guy who might splash out on a new dress, she thought); and whatsisname, the Microsoft guy.

John looked again at the latter. Computer nerds, especially wealthy ones had been the mainstay of her profession as an escort. But he too was surrounded by giggling starlets, seemingly attracted to wealth like moths around a flame. John realised with a start that all of these men had young bimbos surrounding them.

"What about them?" asked John, indicating the myriads of starlets almost falling out of skimpy designer dresses, "won't they make the party go with a zing?"

"Rank amateurs, my dear," commented Ms Hayes dismissively, "they don't have your training or professionalism. Look again."

John obediently looked and realised with a thrill that as she and her boss passed, they were being quietly observed by some of Hollywood's finest. Clearly they had been primed that Blue Diamond would be here and were eagerly checking out the new girl. John felt like a piece of meat, put up on display for the hungry gaze of these lecherous older men. The feeling excited her.

John realised that this would not be a challenge, but a bug hunt. How many men could she screw and how many connections could she make, before they had to move on to the next party? The big problem would be distracting the starlets.

John took a final look round at all of the men presently within sight and silently made her selection.