Dirty Weekend

I got the text around 6.30. "I'm leaving the spa in about ten minutes. So should be with you by 7. S xxx".

I'd met Sophie a few months ago. She had been at a networking event at the Institute of Directors in Pall Mall. By far the youngest woman there, I'd naturally spotted her. But I hadn't expected to be talking to her. However, we ended up with drinks in our hands having found a quiet corner with comfy leather sofas. Sophie had short dark hair and a winning smile with twinkling eyes. She dressed very professionally. You could see she had amazing legs and a great figure. We'd talked about her journey into marketing and setting up her own business. Just by being in her company, it made me feel on top of the world. I'd expected it to be just that evening though. We exchanged business cards at the end. Yes, we had flirted together all that evening and it had been enormous fun... But I couldn't see how we'd meet again really.

A few months later, my clinic had decided to launch a cosmetic surgery line. And I said to the management team, that I knew the right person to manage our go to market strategy. Sophie's card was out of my wallet and we had met a couple of times. Now was the evening to see the video to be launched through the channels she had selected. We'd arranged to meet at a bar near her home. I'd decided to book a room in the hotel nearby.

"I have had my nails manicured and painted a smutty scarlet for you. And I've had my make-up done." The next text followed. I smiled. Well! There were my instructions to show my appreciation when I saw her. But I was still flattered that Sophie should make this effort. And my eyes fell on her choice of 'smutty'. Certainly she was never less than the constant tease!

Then a third text came through. "Millie's coming too as she said she'd like to be there the next time we met." No request. No context. But Sophie had told me about Millie. She was apparently a close friend and a personal trainer at the nearby gym. She had come up as the subject of conversation at our last meeting. I remembered two things now. That Sophie had said that her decision to use waxing had followed an intimate moment between them. And that Sophie's parting words had been "perhaps we should make it a threesome." Each of our meetings seemed to test the boundaries every time.

7pm arrived and so did Sophie. She looked sensational with her business clothes, perfect hair and beautifully made up face. I stood up to greet her. I had chosen a dark wide pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt and strong purple tie. She laughed at my formality and we kissed affectionately on the cheek.

"I love your fingernails. Is striking the right word?" I said. Looking at the acrylic extensions that made her long fingers look even longer.

"Well, they could certainly do some damage against some soft skin." said Sophie, her eyes twinkling as usual.

"I'd better keep my trousers on then". I replied.

"Don't you dare!" came back Sophie. "I won the contract from the spa. I'm in the mood to celebrate".

"Well, let's start that with some champagne." I said. And I went to the bar, bringing back a bottle of Taittinger with three flutes.

"Millie's always late. But I've had a text that she's on her way. She'll appreciate the champagne."

And indeed, at that moment, a woman with the silkiest blonde hair arrived. As if to add to the drama of the moment, the bass opening of KT Tunstall's "Suddenly I See" played over the speakers in the bar. Sophie leapt up and put her arms around her friend, kissing her on the mouth in front of me. I could see that Millie was a little shorter than Sophie. But she was equally smartly dressed in an electric blue blouse and black mid-thigh pencil skirt. Suddenly thoughts of her gym and her firm toned body flooded my head.

"... You can see she's a beautiful girl, she's a beautiful girl ..." went the song over the speakers.

I shook myself mentally to collect my thoughts. I extended my hand rather formally. "Hello. You must be Millie! I'm Sam."

Millie looked at me with gently amused eyes. She took my hand, but moved in closer to me. She turned her head slightly and I accepted the invitation to kiss her on the cheek as she kissed me back.

"Would you like some champagne, Millie?"

"Is the Pope a catholic?" she replied.

OK. Quick witted - like Sophie - I filed away. And I filled the last flute, handing it to Millie.

We turned our attention to the business of the evening. Sophie showed us the video. It captured what I had wanted to emphasise - that proper and professional consultations took place. It also gave the reassurance Fatih Escort that our clinic was staffed with fully qualified physicians. And it subtly used the prestige of the Harley Street address. Overall, I was delighted with the results and I thanked Sophie. Millie critiqued from the perspective of someone who might be a customer.

Millie was sharp enough to point out that all the actresses were in absolutely no need of Botox or filler. This moved us on into a deep conversation on the ethics of the industry, social pressures, regulation, and so on. I could see I was in the company of two very intelligent women. I relaxed with the glass of champagne. It was just fun to be in the company of two beautiful, intelligent women. Accept the company and enjoy the conversation, I said to myself.

The conversation moved to more personal matters. Millie asked about how Sophie and I met. I asked Millie about her gym and training regime. Sophie raised the subject of tattoos and piercings! I had to admit that I had none. But with a little bravado, I decided to say that I had considered a cock ring.

"Eeee yuk" said Millie. "I don't like those."

"I don't mind a cock cage." said Sophie.

Quite quickly, I realised I was heading out of my depth.

"I understand Sophie has a nipple piercing!" I said to move the conversation along. The knowledge was from the benefit of our frank conversations.

"Yes," said Millie. "her left to be precise." The two girls looked at each other. I've just been trumped I thought to myself.

"I have a tattoo." added Millie.

"Oh yes." I asked. "Where is it and what is it of?"

"Under my breast and it's a quote from Einstein".

"OK." the pitch of my voice raised. "Was not expecting that! So does Sophie know what the quote is?" Thinking of how Millie knew about Sophie.

"Hmmmm. Something about everyone being a genius but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid."

"You do have a good memory, Soph." confirmed Millie. And all I could think about was whether Sophie had actually read the tattoo.

"Well, it's been a different kind of evening" I said as the clock moved on to 9pm. "Intelligent conversation and philosophy. Not my usual Friday evening. Thank you, both. I need to send the video on to the management committee. I promised it them tonight for our Steering Committee tomorrow. It's been such a pleasure."

And we parted with affectionate kisses but with a sense of tension that there was really much more to the evening.

I headed on to my hotel. And I posted the video from my email to the team.

It was 9.30pm. My phone buzzed. I looked down at the text. Sophie's name was above it. "We're in the bath together, Sam. xxxxx"

A few seconds later, the phone buzzed again. "Come over if you want dirty sex tonight. S