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_____________________________  I rang Penny that evening. It went straight to answerphone so I left a message. I’d just gone in the kitchen to put the kettle on when she rang me back.

“Hey Nikki,” she said, sounding contrite. “Sorry I didn’t answer, but I never answer unknown numbers. I always figure if it’s important they’ll leave a message."

“It’s OK – I do the same thing. So, how did it go?” Even though I knew she hadn’t got the job, she didn’t know that I knew.

She sighed. “I didn’t get it – they rang me this afternoon.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!”

“Oh well. Back to the drawing board.” She sounded miserable.

“Do you want to go out tomorrow, drown your sorrows?”

“Sounds like a plan. Where do you fancy?”

“Tell you what - come round to mine first, we can have a couple of drinks beforehand – then I’ll take you to the best pub! My mate runs it – I can usually wangle a couple of free drinks.”

“Cool.” ~

She turned up with a compact overnight bag. “I know it’s a bit presumptuous, but do you mind if I stay here tonight? It’s just that it’s a bit far back to where I live.” Her eyes were worried.

“Of course you can. The sofa’s really comfy, or I’ve got a king-sized bed if you don’t mind sharing.”

“Great.” Her smile was relieved. She was so sweet and uncertain – I just wanted to give her a hug.

“Come on in,” I said. “You can put your bag in the bedroom .”

She followed me through the entrance hall into the living room. “Wow,” she said flatly, stopping short and looking round. “This is amazing – it’s huge!”

“It’s just a one-bedroom flat,” I said, a little embarrassed.

“But it’s gorgeous – those full length windows are stunning and I love what you’ve done with them – all that draped white voile makes it look really ethereal. And it's a proper one bedroom flat too, isn't it, not even a studio. In Wimbledon – this can’t be cheap.”

“Well, it was a bit grotty when I took it on, so I negotiated a reduced rent in exchange for making a few improvements. I had the laminate floors put in and the walls re-skimmed . . .” I could see her eyes glazing over, “so it doesn’t actually cost all that much,” I finished, not wanting to bore her with the details.

“I’ve just got a room in a grotty student share,” she said, envy colouring her voice. “It was all I could afford. I came to London because this is where all the big legal eagle jobs are, but I can’t even get on the bottom rung. I’m working at bloody Tesco on the checkouts at the moment just to live.” Her voice broke and she collapsed onto the sofa.

“Hey, it’s OK.” I sat next to her and put an arm round her shoulders. “You’ll get there. At least you’ve got a job.”

“Yes, but I didn’t qualify as a paralegal to spend the rest of my life working at Tesco.” She dashed away tears angrily. “Now I’ve messed up my eyeliner!”

I squeezed her shoulders. “Listen – dump your bag and fix your make-up – the bathroom is off the bedroom. We’ll go out tonight and have a great time. If you want, I’ll put out some feelers – I might be able to find something else you can do for some extra money while you’re trying to get a paralegal job.”

She turned to look at me woefully. “Better than Tesco?”

“Way better than Tesco!”

We loosened up with a couple of Baileys and Amarettos before heading out.

“My friend Lewis runs this pub on Putney High Street,” I said. “He has a lock-in every Friday night that’s become legendary.”

“Sounds good.”

The pub was quiet when we arrived. Lewis came out from behind the bar when we came in.

“Nikki - baby!” he said, holding out his arms effusively.

“Hey,” I said, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek. “How’s you?”

“Fantastic now you’re here. I haven't seen you in ages.” he said. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Penny. Penny, this is my friend Lewis.”

“Pleased to meet you,” she said politely, holding out her hand.

“And I’m delighted to meet you,” Lewis said, shaking it warmly. “Darling Nikki – are you staying for my lock-in tonight?”

“That’s the plan.”

“And Penny? Are you staying?”

“Um,” was all Penny managed before I butted in.

“Can I just have a quick word?” I took Lewis’s arm and bore him off to a quiet corner. “Penny doesn’t know the exact, shall we say, nature of your famous lock-ins.”

“Oh I see. A Lewis lock-in virgin. I get it. Say no more.”

“I shall be filling her in during the evening. If she wants to stay, great – but if it’s not her kind of thing, then I’ll take her home.”

“Understood. Why don’t I get you two a couple of drinks?” Lewis offered.

“That sounds like a damn good idea.” I went back to where we had left Penny stranded and uncertain. “Sorry about that – just needed a quick word with Lewis.  He wants to know what you’d like to drink.”

“Can I have one of those drinks we had at your flat – the Baileys thing? That was really nice.”

“Sure. Two Baileys and Amarettos when you’re ready, bartender,” I called to Lewis, snapping my fingers.

“Certainly modom,” he replied. Penny giggled.

Several Baileys and Amarettos later, the bar was filling up and Penny was finally beginning to relax a little. I recognised a few faces from previous lock-ins who acknowledged me with a nod and a wink. One guy, James, came over to me.

“Hey baby,” he said, before leaning over to plant a kiss on my lips and giving my breast a quick fondle. “Are you stopping tonight – it’s been forever.”

“Well, busy busy, as always,” I said, glancing at Penny who had evidently clocked the boob-grabbing and was sitting with a quizzical look on her face. “But, yes, I’m staying tonight. Probably.”

“I’ll tell the lads – you’ve been missed.” A cheer went up from the group as James went back and delivered the news.

“Probably?” Penny said. “I thought we were definitely staying.”

“Penny,” I began, deciding maybe this was a good time to tell the whole truth. “This lock-in. It’s not, well, it’s kind of.” I stopped and took a deep breath. “It’s . . . a sex party,” I blurted.

Penny’s face became still. “OK,” she said, a tiny frown marring her forehead.

“You don't have to stay," I said hurriedly. "I don’t know if it’s your kind of thing or not. It’s fun, if you like it. But I guess it’s not, if you don’t.”

“I am familiar with the concept of sex parties, you know,” she said, a little crisply. “Some of the other students used to have them all the time.”

“Did you ever go?”

“No,” she admitted, sagging. “My friends weren’t really into that sort of thing. But we did play strip poker once.”

“Well that sounds pretty risqué. Did it turn into anything afterwards?”

“No. We just got dressed. God, I sound so lame.” Penny flushed.

“Listen, there’s nothing to be ashamed of in NOT going to sex parties,” I said, patting her knee. “Do you want to stay? It’s OK if you don’t.”

Penny sat for a long moment without answering. “I don’t know,” she said finally. “I kind of do - I guess I’m curious. But I’m a bit nervous too. I don’t know if I’d want to actually do anything.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what. Stay and watch. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re new and not to pester you or expect anything of you. But then, if you feel you want to join in, you can. How does that sound?”

“It sounds OK. God, I can’t believe I’m doing this!” She gave a nervous giggle.

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