-ZOE-
It had been a year since Zoe had her adventures at the club and life had settled into a normal rhythm. Work, home and the events of that crazy night were like a dream.
It was early in September when with her fiancé away on a work trip she found herself online. Shopping initially, but then googling the club had she had done a few times a month in the last year, so tempted to go again, but also thinking that the first time would never be beaten, and she could always imagine it was a dream.
Running the name through google she saw a classified site, people desperate to get an invite to the club. She wasn’t surprised. Then clicking further into the rabbit hole she noticed more adverts. One caught her eye, an older man looking for a model for ‘private pictures’. “Old pervert” she said out loud, smiling to herself as she sat on the sofa. She reached for her glass of Pinot and took a sip. Placing the glass to one side she started to type a reply to the ad.
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From:Zoe Kristansen
To: LondonOnCamera
Hello,
I saw your ad. Can you tell me a bit more about what is involved. I’ve never modelled before but curious. Do the pictures stay between us? I’m 28 and size 10. Shoulder length dark brown hair and dinky boobies!
Regards,
Zoe K
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She sat back. “Of course the pictures wouldn’t stay between them!” She thought to herself. “As soon as they are done they’d be all over the internet!” She had a little flutter in her stomach. It would be fun though wouldn’t it. To pose and know what it felt like. ‘Dinky boobies’ she chuckled as she read it and then, fuelled by the Pinot, she clicked SEND.
-GRAHAM-
It had been a long day for Graham. Finally after dropping the grandkids off at his sons. He had time to himself. As he sat on his favourite chair and settled in to enjoy a book, his phone made a peculiar ding. Putting his glasses on he opened his email, and nothing there. Then the app, the one he’d only recently set up for that mad advert he’d put in a day or do ago. There’d been a few responses, most clearly time wasting or guys getting off on pretending to be ladies. This would surely be another. He read it, unsure he read the email again. “In for a penny…” he thought and replied explaining that he used to be a hobby photographer and now, finding himself with a large house to himself had converted one of the rooms into a studio. He felt a bit daring, so gave her his mobile number and said she was free to call. No guy would do that, he thought, no faker either. He clicked send and almost immediately resigned himself to getting no reply whatsoever.
-ZOE-
Zoe was still online, scrolling through clothes and taking forever to find anything to her liking. When she saw the email come through. She poured herself another glass and opened it. This guy was quite charming and sounded genuine. Bit crazy of him to send out his mobile, but then that would be normal in any other kind of gig she figured.
She thought for a moment and then clicked reply.
———
From:Zoe Kristansen
To: LondonOnCamera
Hi Graham,
Can I call you now?
Z xx
———
What was she doing! She sat back on the sofa and giggled. A few moments passed and the email arrived from Graham. She picked up her phone and began to walk up and down the living room. She keyed in the number and her finger hovered over the number.
“What am I like?’ She said to herself and clicked CALL.
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