Chapter 30
Holly always allowed herself thirty minutes to say goodbye to Derek Jameson.
Unlike some of her clients, he never slept during their encounters.
He liked to talk after sex, to drink the miniature bottles of Scotch from the mini bar.
He liked her to massage his shoulders and back.
He liked a long kiss goodbye. Above all, he liked to watch her dress.
‘You in court tomorrow?’ he asked, as she rolled up her stockings. She was wearing peach-coloured underwear. Some of her clients liked her in red, black or animal print but Derek preferred a classier approach. He wanted the girlfriend experience.
‘Not till next week.’ She unhooked her bra from the chair arm and slid the straps onto her arms. People always imagined a barrister spent her life in court.
In reality, most of the job was prep work.
She bent over to retrieve her pants, giving him a full view of her bottom.
His gasp was audible from across the room.
‘Do you have to wear a wig and gown?’
Holly stiffened. Please let this not be going where she thought it was. She stepped into her pants and pulled them up.
‘Them’s the rules.’ She smiled at him over her shoulder. He was still in bed, only one hand, his left, visible on top of the covers.
‘I’d like to see them. Can you bring them next time?’
Jesus wept, he wanted to fuck her in her gown and wig. She found her dress and stepped into it, then her shoes and coat. She forced herself to smile as she approached the bed and bent over him. He smelled of Scotch and garlic. His right hand was still somewhere in the crotch region.
‘We could, you know, pretend I’m in the dock. That I’ve been a naughty boy.’
Oh, for the love of God.
‘I’m sure that can be arranged. Good night, Derek. Take very good care of yourself.’
She collected her bag on the way to the door and blew him a kiss. It was the little things, not the sex, that kept them coming back.
Outside, in the corridor, she came face to face with the headteacher of her son’s primary school.