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A Business Proposition

Jay awakes, fuzzy-headed, slow with sleep. He cracks open his eyes to take in the dim room, and needs a couple of seconds to adjust to the fact that they're two inches closer together than when he last used them. He's lying on one side of the cast-iron double bed in his flat in Camden, staring at the large bedside table. He can see his rig discarded on the wooden surface, and he's reaching for it when he becomes aware of a presence beside him. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Katie, foetally curled and naked, her modesty covered by a sheet. He wonders idly where her rig is, before remembering that she wasn't wearing one in Slimelight last night.

Recalling their sex, he rolls onto his back, brushes a hand against her, and smiles. He'd been lying on his back, eyes closed to avoid the post-rig vertigo, lying half on the pile of discarded clothing. She'd been straddling him, running her fingers through his short red hair, over his tensed eyelids, his lips, running over the five o'clock shadow to his collarbones before curling inwards, bringing nails to flesh, and raking his chest, causing him to arch his back, forcing himself deeper inside her.

When it was all over, she'd collapsed on top of him, and he'd lain there, eyes still closed, feeling the warmth of their sweaty flesh, holding her tight, attacking her with short, manic kisses, until they lay cheek to cheek. The next memory Jay had was waking.

After a few moments, Katie rolls towards him, groggily opens her eyes, and smiles. Yawning, she pushes herself up on her elbows, leans towards him, and kisses him, before lying back down with her arm around him, dozing. Jay takes this as a good opportunity to doze himself.

Later, after they had woken, fucked again, and showered together in Jay's tatty brown bathroom, Katy looks up from her mug of tea, wearing clean clothes from the bag she'd retrieved from the Slimelight cloakroom, and furrows her brow. Jay, with his rig back on, raises an eyebrow. She can't see it, but can tell by the motion of the rig on his face.

"What was that you said about a business proposition?"
"I spoke to Lan the other night. She wants someone found."
"Anyone in particular?"
"I've got a name, and a photo. Name's Erin Chase. I'll show you the photo when you're being a little less analogue."
"Any leads?"
"I note you're not asking me why we're looking. Probably the best thing, because I wasn't told. As for leads, she works in the city, and frequents a few bars off Tottenham Court Road. I've got the name of the company and shit like that too."
"Sounds like a pretty easy job. Why you?"
Jay shrugged. "I guess we'll find that out. And besides, 'why us?'"
"So what sort of time scale are we looking at here?"
"Fuck it, it's Sunday. I don't have anything to do until Tuesday - I'm going round to Kyle's to play with some sweet new tech on Tuesday afternoon."

Katie pulls a cigarette from a pack and offers one to Jay. "No thanks. Smoke'll fuck the rig. Maybe later."

"Well, I'm working Monday, Wednesday and Friday evening this week - and I might be asked to cover a shift on Thursday. Still, I'm free Monday daytime."
"Sounds good to me. What shall we do now?"

Katie leans towards him, grinning. "I've got a few ideas, rig-boy."

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