‘You will be,’ said Rob, then he stood and held out a hand to Emma.
‘Please don’t call me that,’ she said, hurrying over.
‘I’m so sorry,’ said Lucy, almost in tears now – partly from the thought of having to get
up and then sit down again, if she was honest with herself.
‘She’ll be punished for it, don’t worry,’ said Richard, standing himself and folding the former Geisha Girl into a heartfelt embrace. ‘It’s great to see you, love.’
‘And you,’ said Emma. ‘Really great.’
‘I hope Peregrine and Celia have been looking after you.’
‘Oh yes. Celia’s been wonderful. And Peregrine’s been Peregrine.’
‘As you’d expect,’ chuckled Richard. ‘I’ve got a note for you, from Allyson.’
He took an envelope from his breast pocket and passed it into Emma’s hand.
She stepped out of his arms and turned her back to read the message.
Lucy noticed how her elbows shook and jerked around, her shoulder blades severely knitted.
‘Thanks,’ said Emma, turning back. ‘Thanks so much. So she thinks she might be up for parole, next year. That’ll change the whole scene again. She can’t come here, can she?’
‘Love will find a way,’ said Richard.
Emma smiled away the anxious frown.
‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘Oh, right, they’re shooting the final scene on the sheet now. Should be ready to pack up very soon.’
The group hushed and watched as Celia Britt walked into the set. She was wearing a very sexy nipped-in and flared-out fifties-style skirt suit with sky-high heels and the set was an office, with a well-known actor sitting behind the desk.
They couldn’t hear the dialogue very well from where they sat, but they were well positioned to watch Celia bend herself over the desk while the actor walked around to her rear.
His hand fell, over and over, on the tight seat of her skirt.
Lucy kept expecting the director to call ‘cut’ – especially when Celia began to utter some rather genuine-sounding yelps – but he didn’t.
‘Celia and Tack are together in real life,’ whispered Emma. ‘It makes the chemistry really hot in their scenes.’
Lucy didn’t doubt it. This was doing absolutely nothing to stem the flow in her panties. That was what they called them here. Panties.
She crossed her legs, shifting that damnable plug into an even more uncomfortable position, but at least the coating was starting to wear off now.
All the same, if she didn’t get to come very, very soon, she was going to go crazy.
She nudged Rob.
‘Will you take me to the bathroom?’ she whispered.
‘Bathroom?’
‘That’s what they call it here. The bathroom. Weird, because there’s no bath in it, but …’
‘I know that. Why do you want me to take … oO. Come on then.’
Richard didn’t look as if he approved, but Lucy was past caring. She was already due a punishment – he could do his worst.