My time at the Flotsam Theatre was coming to an end. The play Millicent Graham had written and which was based on Faust had been a huge success and it was likely to go to London. There were also rumours that an American company wanted to put it on in New York.
Nadine, or Nads as I now called her, and I were definitely an item. The L-word had reared its beautiful head and I was about as happy as I could be. She’d moved into my house, and had brought Wilberforce, her Labrador, along with her. Her brother, Mike the vet, was living in her old cottage.
The McAlisters had taken to Nads in a big way. We had come up to town the night before and stayed in my London flat which Nads referred to as 'the eyrie.' I was getting dressed to go and see Flick in her office. Thus far, I’d got my stockings and knickers on and a blouse.
She was sitting in our bed, her beautiful breasts unashamedly bare and her hair was tousled because we’d just done what we often did on awakening. It had been a gentle, loving affair with a lot of kissing and holding and, eventually, a meeting of cunts that had left us breathless. I’d showered and started to dress
“Has she got work for you?”
“That’s why she usually summons me to her presence. Christ, you’d think she was my employer, rather than the other way around.”
“She and Mike are getting very close.”
“I hope he’s tough, she’s a fucking force of nature.”
I kissed her goodbye and went down to the lobby where my driver, Alison, was waiting for me. Alison was a former army officer and was my security while in London. She delivered me safely to the tower block that housed the Caterham Agency.
“Hi, Portia.”
Flick’s front of house (as she referred to Portia) was tall with great tits and long, shapely legs and she made sure those assets were permanently in the public eye.
“Champagne, Faye?”
“Does the Pope speak Latin?” That girl learns fast.
Flick looked, as ever, elegant and immaculate. “How’s Nads?”
“She’s fine thanks, how’s Mike?”
“Mind your own business. Now, we have a few things to discuss.”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
Champagne arrived and despite a disapproving look, Flick took a glass. “First, I have a Disney voice over – a remake of Snow White, you could be the evil queen.”
“More you than me, I’d have said.”
She sniffed. “Then we have a new Scandi noir. The part on offer is a neurosurgeon who is struggling with alcoholism.”
“Cheery.”
“Finally, Dolly Stern has specifically asked for you to play the wife of a man who is in charge of the transportation of criminals to Australia.” (For a bit of background on Dolly, see Rising Star – Stern Warning, if you can be arsed.)
“They still do that?”
“It’s set, you moron, in the nineteenth century and location work will be in Australia. She’s sent the screenplay and a draft shooting schedule. It’s big-budget and the producers are the Goldman Brothers.” They were hugely successful and very powerful. “I want you to do the Stern film. It’ll mean a fair bit of time away from your gardener, but you have your career to think about.”
A belt of dismay circled my chest. I hadn’t thought about time away from Nadine. We’d been seeing each other since before the first Flotsam play, Being Apart and so it was nearly three months. Commuting to the theatre from home every day meant we had spent a lot of time together. And, as I have said, the L-word was in the air.
“I’ll talk to her about it.”
“What’s there to talk about? It’s Dolly Stern, a great script and the Goldmans. Turn this down and she’ll never give you another chance and nor will the Goldmans.”
“I’ll talk to her about it.”
“Look, it’s never easy and I get that. But, you were quite well-known before she met you and she’s far from stupid. She knew this might happen and she’ll live with it. And, if you two are right for each other, you’ll survive. If you’re not, then you’ll find out.”
“Since when did you do Agony Aunt?”
“Since I met her brother. Now, fuck off and talk to her then call me and say you’ll do it.”
~
“You shouldn’t have told her you’d talk to me.” Nadine was resting her chin on my trimmed mound following a delightful attack on my nethers with her tongue and fingers that had culminated in a rather spectacular bellow of joy from yours truly. “She’ll think I’d try to limit you.”
“I was just being honest and, anyway, I wanted to talk to you.”
“Fine, just tell her you’ll think about it next time. Of course, you have to do it. And, if I can, I might come out and spend some time out in Oz with you and fight off all the women who are lining up to do this.” Finger slides purposefully into cunt. Tongue makes another assault on clitoris. Second finger enters left and slides into bum. Best stage directions ever written. Conversation delayed for a few minutes as star of show gives in, eventually, to a second, minor orgasm that wets lover’s face. This drama keeps getting better.
We went to a restaurant called Chez Louis, in Mayfair. I’d promised her a ridiculously extravagant meal. She wore another jumpsuit, which was definitely her style and she looked scrumptious. It was pale grey to the waist and black from the waist down. Her hair was loose, and, as we entered with me on her arm, heads turned and they weren’t looking at me.
Fabulous meal over, we returned to the flat and fucked each other sore. Who’s a lucky girl?
~
“I’ll do it.”
“Nadine’s okay with it?”
“She said pretty much what you said.”
“Sensible girl. I’ll call Dolly.
~
There were the usual delays. Given the opportunity, I stayed at the country house and walked Wilberforce, sometimes with Nads, sometimes alone, if Nads and her business partner, Shirley, had work which, increasingly, they did. Their business was doing well and they’d taken on two more assistants which kept them busy. Winter was turning to Spring and the trees had that fresh green look. I felt fit and well.
Flick phoned me. “While we’re waiting for the Australia gig, I’ve been asked if you’ll do a radio play.” Typically, there were no niceties, like, ‘how are you?’ “It’s a play by Ken Thompson,” (great playwright) “and you get to be a prison governor. It’ll take a week in all. You have to go to Edinburgh to do it. I got Amanda Chicklade a part, too.”
“She’ll go far, that girl.” We’d worked together at the Flotsam.
“So might you be if you make a bit more effort.”
“When?”
“Two weeks time. Portia’s sorted flights and hotel.”
“How did you know I’d agree?”
“Because, darling, you’re not a complete tit.” Praise indeed.
Nads came to Edinburgh with me. It’s a beautiful city and, when I wasn’t working, we explored it together. They produce so many brands of whisky! We had to try quite a few of course. The hotel barman decided we were a pair of lushes, in fact, three when Amanda joined us. It was like a slightly interrupted holiday. It ended on a sad note. Flick called me with the start date in Australia.
Australia
There is absolutely no problem with space in Australia. Our set was built on some elderly harbour and the extras were bussed in as needed while we, the main players, lived in huge beachfront bungalows. Mine had three bedrooms and I was the only occupant.
It was a week into the shooting, and I was coming off the set. I was wearing a long frock of the era with all the period underpinnings. Stern insisted. Now, Dolly is as gay as a Morris Dancer’s wedding but never, ever fucks anyone she’s working with. That said, I reckon the clothing rule was a bit of a fetish. Right or wrong, I do know it was fucking hot; and I mean temperature-wise.
I should perhaps mention here that Dolly had a couple of women she referred to as ‘support staff.’ I think you know exactly what that meant, no?
So, anyway, there I was coming off set and holding my dress up out of the dust when a familiar voice shouted, “Millerton!”
Marilyn, Maz, Foster. We went back a long way.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“It’s good to see you too.” She smiled. “Dolly got me a bit part. She calls it a cameo.”
“You’re the Princess?” A small but critical part was the Princess who visits the camp and gets to fuck my husband which leads to the collapse of our marriage. I knew they’d been searching for someone to do it and I had a sneaking feeling that Dolly had been eyeing Maz for the part from the outset.