SIN ON MARGIN . . .
On Wall Street, where women and fortunes are made with equal ease, Cindy Smith found a way to use her body in pursuit of a million dollars. From bed to bed and man to man she hopped like a depraved wanton, till she had maneuvered and manipulated the puppet financiers she needed. It meant nothing to her how they wanted to roll in passion, or what they demanded in return for their tips on stock . . . Cindy was on her way and anything was fair in love and Wall Street. She let herself be used, but all the while she was getting ready to make a kill. Sex was a dirty, evil thing when warped by the hate of a Cindy Smith; and the men who knew her body best, knew her soul too. And they had a lot in common, with dark passions running deep, with their ticker tape messages coded to read—
. . . SEX FOR SALES