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The room is dark, a breeze blows white linen curtains gently from an open door. The room is lit by moonlight only, filtering in through the curtains. Cicadas chirp in the background.
A telephone rings in the room.
Pan around the room, all manner of art on the walls - obviously expensive, modern pieces next to oil painted nudes in elaborate gilded frames - clothes on the floor, a blue shirt, a belt with a chunky gold buckle, a long red dress, high heeled shoes, a black bra. A nightstand were the phone rings, it's screen illuminated. Casino chips and a wad of €100 notes held by a silver money clip with a skull engraved on it. A crumpled packet of cigarettes and a silver zippo.
The phone continues to ring and vibrates on the nightstand next to the bed.
Pan to a blonde woman lying face down on the bed, arms thrown up above her head, her tight black vest visible, emerald green silk sheets tussled around her waist.
The blonde woman stirs.
The phone continues to ring, vibrating across the nightstand.
The blonde wakes, hair over her face, hand reaching out blindly for the phone. She grabs it and brings it to her ear, still lying down.
Lou: [into the phone] Si? Oh, you. [pause] No. No. [pause] Not again, not after last time. [pause] [Angrily] Fuck you. No. Don't call me again.
She slams the phone onto the nightstand. A hand, red painted fingernails, snakes onto her back.
Woman: [sleepily] Who was it baby?
Lou: [tersely] It's nothing. Go back to sleep.
The hand on her back scratches lightly, and The Woman with long dark hair scooches up to her and kisses her shoulder, pressing her body against her and running her hand down her back and under the silk sheet.
Woman: Well, I'm awake now,
The brunette is biting her shoulder.
The blonde turns over and kisses the brunette roughly, holding her hair at the back of her head and bunching it in her fist. The kiss becomes heated and the brunette slides on top of the blonde, spreading her legs either side of her and holding herself up on her arms. She wears a snug white t-shirt.
The blonde sits up grasping the other woman's thighs and pulling them, wrapping them around her waist, she leans forward so that the brunette is leant right back sitting on her lap, holding on around the blonde's shoulders. They are still kissing, open mouthed, breathing heavily, the brunette mews.
The phone starts to ring again. The blonde pulls the brunette's t-shirt off, over her head. She is naked underneath and the blonde holds her breasts firmly in each hand - she is ignoring the phone.
The blonde moves her mouth to the brunettes breast - the phone still rings.
The brunette throws her head back and puts her hands behind her on the bed, the blonde is licking and biting her very ample breasts roughly, holding them firmly in her hands as the brunette moans and presses her hips into the blonde's lap - the phone rings.
Lou: [picking up the phone exasperatedly] For fuck's sake no. No no no -
Something makes her stop. She listens one hand on the brunette's breast still, fingering her nipple.
Lou: What, seriously? You're absolutely sure?
The blonde looks at the brunette, still holding the phone to her ear and listening she kisses the woman noisily, using her tongue, making her moan. Does she want the person on the phone to hear? She breaks off the kiss.
Lou: This is the last fucking time. I mean it.
She puts the phone down and pushes the woman from her lap, the brunette falls to her side on the mattress. Lou swings her legs off the bed and reaches for the black leather trousers on the floor. She pulls them on.
Woman: What's going on?
Lou: [standing and threading the black belt with an elaborate gold buckle into her tight leather pants and doing it up] I've got to go babe. Work.
She pulls on high heeled black boots and does up her electric blue silk shirt. Grabbing her necklace from the floor and putting it on, stuffing the Euro bills in her pocket, she picks up the phone, cigarettes and lighter and goes to the door. Standing in the doorway she looks back
Woman: What? Where are you going? To her? Again? Vaffanculo Lou...
A string of indistinguishable Italian expletives from the brunette, flinging her arms up before falling back on the bed.
Lou: You can stay here if you need to ok? Rent's paid till the 5th. I'll see you around babe.
She shuts the door behind her.