Josh’s phone was out and those fingers flying. They kissed until his phone buzzed. Probably less than a minute but long enough for her to decide that she would be fine with doing it in a toilet stall. Happy to do it. Thrilled.

He checked his phone. Smirked. ‘Johnno’s come through. Good man. He’ll meet us there, let us in.’

‘What’d you tell him?’

‘The truth. That I had a thirsty-as-fuck girl all up on my dick and needed a place to take her.’

Lena flushed with shame. But not so much to wash away the desire. She heard Aunty Nic in her head. Forget being a good girl. Be a happy girl, Leen.

‘So let’s go then.’

On the way, she texted work that she’d been struck with the gastro that was going around. She’d never chucked a sickie before and her manager knew she was scraping by, desperate for every shift. He would believe the lie, no question. She would worry about making up the extra cash after she’d ridden herself sane again.

The friend—Johnno—greeted her by name and shook her hand. From the corner of her eye she saw him give Josh a double thumbs-up. Gross that this made her feel proud, but it was what it was.

The room was twice the size of hers and had its own bathroom—she could see the toilet and the edge of an open shower door from where she stood near the built-in wardrobe. The room smelt of vanilla. She heard they had professional cleaners here, every week. Her building had no cleaners and a large fine on moving out if you’d failed to maintain the place appropriately.

When Johnno was gone and the door locked behind him, Josh motioned towards the bed. Of course it was a double, and neatly made: soft-looking navy blue sheets with white trim, a paler blue blanket folded across the bottom. She sat on the edge and began to take off her shoes. Before the first sneaker had hit the floor Josh had half lifted, half pushed her so her head was on the pillow and was wrestling her shorts and undies down. He plunged cold fingers into her, while his other hand unzipped his pants.

‘Fuck, you’re wet.’

Lena reached for him, but he grabbed her wrist, pushed it over her head and held it there. His fingers pulled out and in an instant his dick took their place.

‘Wait.’ She held his hip with her free hand, trying to still his thrusts.

‘So wet, girl, fucken drippin’ for my dick, aren’t you, huh?’

‘Josh, stop for a sec, please.’

‘So fucken juicy in here. I don’t know how long I can handle pounding a pussy this wet.’

‘Stop!’ She braced everything, went stiff as a board. He kept pounding. She slapped his face.

‘Fuck!’ He jerked away, out. ‘What’s your fucking problem?’