The scene is a large, comfortable, characterless room in a large, comfortable, characterless hotel, somewhere in continental Europe. The clothes and other items visible in the room suggest a single, male occupant. The shower is running. The television is on, with the sound quite low. On the bed is a magazine, open at its centre pages.
The room's tenant emerges from the en suite bathroom, dressed only in the complimentary monogrammed bathrobe. His name is Gary. He is English, in his mid-thirties, reasonably presentable although not the athlete that he was ten years ago. In his gait - slightly bandy-legged, arms slightly away from his sides - he seems to want to retain a trace of his football-playing, iron-pumping past. His prematurely thinning hair is cropped very close, almost shaved, in the now standard response to male pattern baldness.
Gary goes to the minibar and extracts from it a small and ludicrously overpriced bottle of beer, which he will claim on expenses. He settles himself on the bed, sitting up with his back on the headboard. He mutes the TV using the remote control. He picks up his company smartphone and dials a number. This is what he says:
"Hiya babe, how you doing? Yeah? Great, great. Sorry I didn't call earlier. They had us in there for hours ... yeah, one of those, exactly ... but it came off! We closed the deal! Yeah, I know. Should be good. Eh? End of quarter I'll see it. Come in handy, yeah?"
The person at the other end of the line is speaking. Gary shifts the open magazine towards him on the bed. Then he starts talking again.
"No, to be honest I wasn't up for it, babe. I'm knackered. Adrian and a couple of the others were talking about going into town to celebrate but I'm a bit old for that now." (Laughing). "And I wanted to make sure I phoned you, of course. Has Jack gone to bed?"
He flicks back and forth from the magazine's centre page, then returns to it.
"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. It just went on much longer than scheduled. How did his swimming lesson go?"
The centre page bears a single large photograph, with a small amount of accompanying text.
"Honestly babe, we were in there solidly for hours until we'd closed the deal. Literally. I really didn't get a spare moment. Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. Can you tell him Daddy was very busy and working very hard, and Daddy's very sorry he didn't call earlier? Tell him I'll come and watch him swimming next time. "
The photograph in the magazine is of a young woman, identified in the caption as "Kayleigh", nineteen years old. She is conspicuously pretty, with dark brown hair, fair skin and and an attractive smile, and does not need the rather heavy eye makeup and garish lipstick she is wearing.
"But we knew this when I got the promotion, right? I mean, they demand more of me but when I get it right I get the benefit, and so do you and Jack, right?"
In the photograph, Kayleigh is completely naked.
"It's OK babe, listen, maybe we're both a bit tense, eh? Yeah. Yeah. I love you too. Let's not make an issue out of that now, yeah?"
Kayleigh is pictured sitting back on a leather sofa. Her large, round breasts are fully exposed.
"Tell him Daddy will bring him something nice back from abroad, yeah?"
Kayleigh is sitting with her knees raised and her legs spread wide apart, so that her genitals are clearly visible. She has almost no pubic hair, just a small neat strip above the slit of her vulva.
"I dunno, babe, I'll have to find something at the airport."
Kayleigh is using the first two fingers of one hand to pull her outer labia slightly apart, so as just to expose her inner labia and clitoris.
"We're in the middle of nowhere here, babe, there's like the hotel with its conference thing, a golf course and that's it."
The caption to the photograph tells the reader that Kayleigh is "greedy for cock", and quotes her as saying: "I just love it in every hole. Preferably all at once!!"
