Carrie Served Hot

  The advert stood out like a streaker on Lord’s Cricket ground on a swelteringly hot summer day and a match day with packed terraces. “Are you ready to serve and be served as a gourmet feast for 3 insatiable gentlemen . . .?”
That had me going. There was a mobile number. I rang it. A well-spoken energetic man’s voice answered. “Hello! John White. Can I help you?”
“Er. Yes. I’m phoning about the advert.”
“Are you free-minded young and attractive? We are looking for a young woman with serve dinner tomorrow night and entertain us.”
“Yes! I’m 24 years old. I’m told I’m attractive and I’m up for some fun. Can you tell me more?”
“Yes, of course. Can you send me a photo now please; just a selfie and I will call you back.”
The mobile burst into life and I clicked to accept. “Hi. Thanks for the photo” the voice said “Very nice. Now there are four
of us, all in our forties and pretty fit. We all have jobs in the city. We want a good looking girl to come and serve us dinner and then have some fun with us.”
“Sexual?” I interrupted
“Is that a problem? There’s £1500 for you and you’ll be home and tucked up in bed by midnight probably.”
I tried to sound calm, £1500. Wow that was really going to help towards my apartment purchase. “Yes. I might be up for that. Nothing rough though. OK?”