Don Elliott

DISROBE ME... Audrey begged, her suddenly nude body approaching him, her breasts lush, her lips parted as she thrust herself at him. But he was afraid his wife had detectives watching, and he pushed her away. It was too late even as he saw her naked body go through the window-sixty feet to the pavement below. Too late for Kevin Lyle, Hollywood editor, frequenter of fleshpots and sinkholes considered tame in sprawling, lust-mad Hollywood . . . where every neon light was another raped virgin, every inch of film another hot body thrown from bed to box-office. This was his world, peopled with Donna, his adulterous wife, Lorayne who enjoyed being beaten, Audrey who wanted to hit the top . . . and who finally hit the bottom . . . these were his people, sick with depravity ... SICK WITH LUST