She reached to the cupboard and pulled out two mugs and two pots of tea bags, one normal and the other decaf. It was too late for her to have normal without it keeping her up until the small hours but she knew Paul was still awake somewhere in the house although she wasn't 100% sure where. As the kettle started it's rumbling crescendo she sighed and relaxed, leaning against the worktop. She was already changed for bed in a strappy cotton top and matching trousers. Her head hung to one side, her long ginger hair flowing over her shoulder, exposing her neck on the other side, her hands resting on the solid worktop, her eyes closed as she listened to the kettle heating the water.Paul was standing in the doorway behind her, watching as she organised the drinks. He saw as her body relaxed against the worktop, saw the pale skin of her neck, and silently walked across the room. She jumped as his hands touched her waist before she leaned back against him. His lips moved down to brush her ear. He hoped that at least this woman would be interesting to talk to and not a dunce like most of the very young girls he had sexual interactions with on a daily basis. As he sipped his beer his eyes scanned the room looking at all the high society that frequently attended the lounge. Just being seen chatting with a man was very influential in politics and many women of power had no shame in exploiting that fact, making sure they got in a photo with at least one of the men or engaging in purely superficial conversation simply as a facade for the cameras. He simply hated it.Karen walked nervously around the lounge feeling awkward at being in the presence of people of such high social standing. She didn't know anyone here and all the men seemed to be already engaged talking with someone else. She wondered if maybe the madam had made a mistake and was about to go back to the flower room when she saw an empty seat at the bar next to a man who was talking with the bartender. She figured that.
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