"How long have you worked for Neil?" Eva asked.
"Getting on for two years I suppose," I told her.
"This trip to America, what's that all about?"
"Look Eva, Neil pays well. He looks after me, and for that I don't ask questions. I do whatever he wants, and then I forget about it, can you do that?"
"Well what about Lou?" Eva asked.
"Lou? Never heard of anyone called Lou, and nor have you!"
"But..."
"But nothing, keep it zipped, or leave Eva."
"OK. So who is Neil, he's a bit of alright."
"He is a businessman. And yes he is a bit of alright, knows what he is doing as well, but you already know that, don't you!"
"So when do we go to America?"
"When he says."
"I thought Neil said he was sending us to America!" Eva said, as she looked around the apartment, "and not fucking Kentish Town!"
"I know what you mean, another time perhaps." I said. "At least this place is well nice!"
We unpacked. If I am honest, no not that honest, but if I am honest I was a bit disappointed as well. Still Neil was paying us, and as always very well, and not all of it in plain view, so most would be hidden from the ever greedy HMCR, and what wasn't would be subject to so much tax relief on expenses that I'd still have most of it, thanks to my dishonest accountant, also that's to Neil.
There was a pub on the corner, near a dodgy BDSM club. They did food, and we found a corner, and ordered. Today we could eat what we wanted, then, well then we'd have to be careful that we didn't taste of Indian, or Chinese.
"Hi Tanya, Eva, how do you like the flat," an Irish voice asked.
"It better than some I've stayed in," I replied. "So Sean why are we here?"
He sipped his wine, before continuing. "In about ten minutes a guy will walk through that door, he'll sit at the table beside the fireplace. He's why you're here. He's fucking kinky, you'll enjoy that. Get him back to the flat, then, well you know," Sean said.
"What, fuck him?" Eva asked.
We both ignored her. I turned the photo over in my hand.
"He looks like he might have a fucking heart attack Sean." I said.
"Well you did CPR in the Girl Guides didn't you?" He said laughing.
"I got kicked out way before that," I said.
"Time I was gone, his bio is in the flat, you have a week, Neil needs this sorted by then."
I went to the bar, and ordered another round of drinks, and checked our mark out as I did so. He was older than I was expecting, and slightly overweight. He looked as if he was old enough to me my father, OK older. Tonight we'd make our move, if Neil needed this done as soon as, then why wait.
"Eva, zip me up will you."
We were both done up to the nines, and that meant tarty, not classy, but not slutty, somewhere in between. So short skirt, and skimpy top for Eva, and a tight short dress for me, with FMB's, though Eva was in heels. Makeup was just right to complete our look. I blew a kiss to the camera that I knew was there, just one of many, though I wasn't sure how many, just knew they were there, even if Eva hadn't made that leap yet, but she would when she joined the dots up.
The pub was busy, but not overly, a couple of Goths in the corner, waiting I assumed for the BDSM club to open.
"Fancy trying the club out?" I asked her.
"What, and get whipped and stripped?"
"Might be fun," I said, but then I saw him, and knew he'd already seen us.
"Look out, playtime," I said.
We ignored him, after all he was going to have to think that he was picking us up, and he was going to have to work at it. Work hard.
"Not seen you two ladies in here before," he said.
I looked at him like he was something unpleasant on the bottom of my shoe.
"No, we've just moved here," I said, before turning my back to him. Like fucking creep.
"Sorry, my friend is so rude," Eva said over my shoulder. She smiled at him, then resumed our conversation, totally ignoring him.
Lunchtime the following day found us having lunch at the bar, at just the right time. Tight jeans today, skimpy tops of course, and heels, that were too high to wear with jeans, unless...
"Hello again," he said, like we were friends
"Oh hi," said Eva.
"Can I buy you a drink, welcome you to the area?" He asked.
"No... well, alright then, thanks," Eva said. "I'll have a vodka tonic."
"And what about you?" He asked. "Will you let me buy you one?"
He was trying, I'll give him that. I hesitated, for long enough to give him pause.
"Alright, but just the one," I said. "The same as Eva."
"Two vodka tonics it is then." He said.
"Well that went well," I said to Eva when we got back to the flat, "we'll have this done by the end of the week."
"That's what worries me," Eva said.
"Why?"
"I don't want to fuck him, like he's well old." She said.
"It hardly matters, does it, we're being paid to do a job, and we will do that job, however..."
"Distasteful," She interrupted me.
"Exactly, now lets have sleep, we might have a long night."
As I walked into the pub that night I saw them both beside the bar. Sex on legs, even the miserable one, although she was fucking crumpet, but the other one I might get lucky, well I could wish. They both had stilettos on, how women walked in them I had no idea, but I was forever glad that they did. Their dresses were tight, and just covered their oh so pert backsides, and what backsides they were. Legs and bums, what I always checked out first, and these two were in a league of their own in that department. I estimated they were in their late twenties, certainly no older. Pretty, very, and lets not forget their tits. I might like legs and arses but tits were still important, size never bother me, even so theirs had to be C cups, maybe D cups. I knew they were both out of my league, but you never know.
"Hi, back again," I said.
"Oh hello," Eva said. "Yeah, well it's convenient, and the food isn't bad, sometime we'll have to start cooking again, but we need a new cooker, and we can't afford one this week, or even next week."
"Drink?" I asked them.