The lurid fluoro winked in the ragged moonlight. Standing in the shadows of the tiny carpark, a three feet overhang shielded him from above and one side. The ache in his loins just intensified the scene. He fingered the tight roll of 50’s in his jacket pocket. Not a sliver of light escaped the large windows, giving no hint what lay beyond.
Four strides to the concrete steps. CCTV up to the left, intercom to the right he plunged the buzzer. A neat fifteen seconds later the door clicked ajar oozing warmth and sweet jasmine. It flowed over him like honey. The maroon and gold embossed wallpaper drew him forward to the strains of Vivaldi’s ’ Four Seasons ‘.
" Who the fuck are they kidding ", he muttered under his breath.
A world weary 60 yo with stupendous breasts eased into action.
" How may I help sir ? "
" Do you do role plays ? "
" Yes. And what would be sir’s fancy ? "
" I want Angie in a uniform "
" French maid ? Police ? Navy ? Nurse ? "
" Nurse will do it "
“I’ll see if she’s available . Would sir fancy a drink at the bar ? "
" No ", he growled.
A deep down twinge kept him focussed.
It goes on you know.