Chapter One: Running Scared
Max lies flat out in bed, snoring through the alarm as Claire dresses herself in the mirror. She wears a smart, revealing suit and smiles as she beckons on the day ahead.
CLAIRE: Max? Max, sweetheart, it's time to get up.
MAX: Huh? What time is it!
CLAIRE: Just gone eight, don't worry, we're not late.
MAX: Oh god. I'm shattered. How much did I have last night?
CLAIRE: You drunk everyone under the table. You were flat out by eleven, pleasuring me by midnight.
MAX: Funny that, the only thing I remember is our little session.
CLAIRE: Yeah, little being the operative word.
MAX: Oh very funny. You look nice.
CLAIRE: Thanks. I decided to treat myself last week.
MAX: Well why don't you hang it back up and come back to bed?
CLAIRE: I'd love to, but I'm meeting the staff for tonight at nine.
MAX: I can be quick.
CLAIRE: I don't doubt that, my darling, but there's also a little one next door. He's be scarred.
MAX: Alright then, but later, you're all mine.
CLAIRE: That's a promise.
Claire exits leaving an extremely tired and worn out Max to flop back asleep. In the living room, there's a knock at the door.
CLAIRE: Tom, put all that away. Now.
TOM: But -
CLAIRE: No buts, do it, now! (Answers the door) OB?
OB: Morning. Max up?
CLAIRE: Nope. Shagged out from last night.
OB: Tell him I need to speak to him.
CLAIRE: What about?
OB: You, as it happens.
CLAIRE: What are you up to, OB?
OB: You'll see. Give him the message, yeah? Oh, on second thoughts. Tom?
TOM: OB!
OB: Mate, can you give Max a message for me?
TOM: Sure.
OB: Tell him to come and see me at 12, in Gnosh. Got that? Tell him it's important.
TOM: Okay!
OB: Don't forget, alright?
TOM: I won't!
OB: See you later, mate! Bye, Claire.
CLAIRE: Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Money? Is that what you need?
OB: No. What I've got against you I couldn't possibly put a price on. Later.
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Mercedes approaches Russ' new flat and knocks on the door. She waits, tapping her heel against the ground again and again. He answers the door with just a towel covering his manhood.
RUSS: Mercedes.
MERCEDES: Oh what a welcome! You couldn't lose the towel could you?
RUSS: Come in and I might give you a peek. That's all you wanna see.
MERCEDES: I'm a woman, so shoot me!
RUSS: Do you fancy staying over tonight? I'm all alone you see.
MERCEDES: Yeah. Well it makes sense, doesn't it?
RUSS: Yeah. Sorry, I need to get changed.
MERCEDES: Oh don't mind me.
Mercedes flirtatiously slides onto the bed and eyes up Russ. She runs her legs up his thigh and quickly whips on his towel.
MERCEDES: Mr Owen, my!
RUSS: Yeah, that's what the ladies usually say.
MERCEDES: That's possibly the biggest I've seen.
RUSS: Really? Well it's here for you, eight inches of dangling heaven!
MERCEDES: Save it. For later. I've got plans for you.
TUNE IN NEXT TIME.