“I told you, I’m on a day off,” Serena complained. She kept her voice down so no one could overhear her, particularly the suit across the way. Part of her brain was still rattling with being seen removing her rings. Another brick in her wall of deceit.
The people on the train were in effect her neighbours and her husband was a wealthy man. She couldn’t risk her status and the quality of life she was used to. However, there were other...stimulants that a woman like her needed and simply couldn’t do without, no matter what the risk to her lifestyle.
“Look love, all I’m asking you to do is shag someone on camera, not commit murder,” said the man on the other end of the line, her agent Julius Finch.
“I’m well aware of what you’re asking and I’m telling you I can’t today,” Serena hissed.
“Got the decorators in?”
“Crudely put, but yes. In fact a whole team of them for major reconstruction work,” Serena said, relieved to have been given an excuse her temporarily flummoxed brain was unable to deliver by itself.
“No problem,” Finch replied, unswayed. “All blowjobs or some anal will do just as nicely, maybe even better perhaps. No need for our guy to get his cock bloody. Costs more.”
“Look my…,” Serena had to think at a lower and coarser echelon than she was used to in order to deal with Finch, “twat is in a right state. It looks like a battered piece of sirloin.”
“Some men love that kind of thing. Like me for instance,” Finch sniggered.
Serena shuddered. “Anyway, I’m not legal yet.”
“You looked over 18 to me,” Finch sounded puzzled. “In fact you looked a lot older. Maybe even into MILF territory.”
“Thanks for the compliment Julius. What I mean is I haven’t got my performer’s licence yet. We wouldn’t want to see you disbarred now, would we?”
“Shit,” Finch said, putting the weight of nations behind his exclamation. “All right, I’ll have to find someone else. Opportunities to make a film like this don’t come knocking on my door very often.”
“Couple of days and I’m all yours. I promise.”
Finch audibly sucked his breath in and then to her surprise the connection was abruptly cut. It sounded like he’d dropped the receiver. Serena powered down her phone entirely so Finch couldn’t call her back and returned it to her bag.
She looked around. The two suits were staring at her, one open-mouthed, the other shaking his head. Serena cringed, she could do without being judged again by him. Perhaps she hadn’t spoken quite as softly as she’d thought and a fresh wave of guilt caught her, mentally bowling her over once more. She dragged her gaze away from her conscience and caught the eye of a good-looking guy who was placing his briefcase on the rack above his seat. He winked. She smiled. He smirked.
The guilt was nudged away as Serena’s beam stretched down to her sirloin steak and it flooded her body with hormones.