The sound of music filled the air as a red Aston Martin Vantage convertible drove down a relatively busy road in the city centre of London, its roof down. The owner of the car, a young pretty woman with long brown hair tied back into pony tail, sunglasses and a large smile on her face, tapped to the beat of the song on her car door as she rested her arm out the window.
The car gave a bit of life to the street for a few minutes, the happy song filling everyone with joy, and the bright beautiful car turning most men’s heads, even a few of the women who either appreciated the car too, or were hoping to see a hot rich guy in the seat instead.
The woman grinned as a set of pedestrian lights turned red, signalling her to stop. She grinned because stopping the car was sometimes the best bit, being able to concentrate on the people around her and not the road, taking in their looks and agape faces as they stared. She winked at a young lad, no older than eighteen, but realised he probably couldn’t see her eyes behind her glasses so gave him a cheeky grin instead.
But just as the lad stumbled across the road, his cheeks going red, the music dulled and her car speakers were filled with a ringing sound instead. She sighed, looked down at her mobile which was on the passenger seat, recognising the caller ID, she pressed the answer button on her steering wheel.
“Hello, beautiful,” she said, making a balding middle-aged man look round in shock as he walked passed the car, and suddenly looking embarrassed when he heard another voice come from the speakers, knowing instantly that that hot woman in the expensive car wasn’t talking to him.
“Al, next Saturday!” said a woman’s voice.
The woman in the car, just as she started to drive off now the lights were green, gasped and said, “Have you realised you love me, so you’re leaving Dillon and running away with me?”
The woman in the speakers laughed. “Lunch, babe.”
“Ah, that’s the next best thing I suppose.”
“Is twelve okay?”
Another laugh. “Lunch at midnight?”
“You know me, I like to live life on the edge, thought maybe you were taking a leaf out of my book?”
“I’m in bed by nine these days!”
“That’s usually the same time I get up!”
“At night, babe.”
Another laugh. “Then what are you doing up this early?”
The woman in the car looked round at the time on the screen in her car, it read nine-thirty in the morning. “Haven’t gone to bed yet.”
Another laugh. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not!”
“Sometimes I can’t tell either.” She laughed.
“So, you free next Saturday?”
“Will Dillon be there?”
“No, he’s working, just you and me.”
“That’s a shame, I’d quite like a threesome.”
“Allison!” her friend groaned, and she could almost see her friend going red from embarrassment.
The woman called Allison laughed, just as she saw a disgusted look from an old lady who was walking down the street as she drove past, clearly having overheard Allison. “I’m kidding!” she said, and gave a small pause before saying; “It’s all about foursomes now! Much more fun and no risk of someone missing out.”
Her friend groaned loudly. “I’m regretting booking this place now.”
“Where have you booked?”
“It’s that new place the other side of the city, beautiful willow trees in the gardens.”
“No.” Her friend sighed. “I can’t remember the name of the place.”
“So, you free?”
“I’m always free for you, baby,” Allison replied. “I’ll even wear my kinky outfit.”
“I wonder why we’re friends sometimes, you know.”
“I pay you well.”
The woman on the phone laughed again, and then was cut off by sirens as an ambulance drove past.
“Where are you?” her friend asked.
“Oh god, you’re talking to me on hands free through the speakers with your top down again, aren’t you?”
“Yep,” Allison said, a huge grin on her face, as she stopped by another set of traffic lights. She glanced to her side as another car rolled up next to her. A rather plump looking couple in a beat up Volvo glared at her from within, the passenger; a woman with greying hair and a large mole on her chin, had her window down in the sun. “Oh, toats hot couple right next to me in traffic!” Allison yelled deliberately loud. “Shall I ask them if they want to have a foursome with us?”
“What?” said her friend on the phone, she must have not heard her or was momentarily distracted at work.
“Hot couple, three o’clock, say hi, Kathy!”
Just at the same time as Kathy groaned on the phone, the woman in the passenger seat of the Volvo went red and rolled her window up. Allison just burst out laughing.
“I have to go,” Kathy said, her voice sounding absolutely horrified.
“Don’t worry, you can have the guy, I’ll have the hot chick. Her mole is a strange turn on.”
“Allison,” Kathy groaned. “I have a meeting in five minutes, I’ll ring you later or something to give you the details for next Saturday.”
“Bollox do you have a meeting, you have an awful lot of them when you’re on the phone to me.”
“I was being polite.”
“Don’t be,” Allison said, as she started to drive off again. “Just tell me to fuck off, I don’t mind.”
“Alright, fuck off.”
“Well, I say!”
“Love you, sexy.”
There was another groan before the line went dead and the music started to run back up, Allison just drove, singing along without a care in the world, as she drove towards the Wellington Arch.
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