BUILDED ATTRACTION 13

Clare turned away from the window. Though it was in the furthermost recesses of the room and not lit directly, she could see a large, very low double bed. In the dim light she thought she could make out a figure lying on the ruffled white sheet.

‘Well, here’s to your taste in women, pal,’ Malcolm said, handing Gary and Clare their glasses.

The champagne was delicious, cool and refreshing. Clare sat down next to Gary.

‘Honey, you awake?’ Malcolm shouted loudly without looking round. ‘It’s showtime.’

The figure on the bed stirred. It stretched and yawned.

‘She’s always sleeping,’ Malcolm said.

‘Hi, honey.’ The figure got up from the bed and walked into the light. She was young, probably no more than nineteen, and tall, with raven-black hair so long it hung down her back and brushed over her small but pert buttocks. Her face was long, with high cheek-bones, a large, sensual mouth and big, dark-brown eyes. She was naked apart from a pair of tiny black panties, no more than a triangl