Exposure Game

Part 1: The Puppy

"I think it's bollocks." Crossing my one leg over the other, I hold the phone to my ear as I briefly flip through a magazine in my lap as Sarah and Danieh do my hair.

I've been in the chair for nearly two hours and frankly my arse is killing me- but what am I to do?

Not get my hair finished now that the first season is done being filmed?

"Oh, come on. You're telling me you don't wish to go to Monte Carlo? It's MONTE CARLO!" Janet bolsters over the headpiece and I sigh heavily. "Besides, I think you'll have a lovely time, Hen."

"Maybe so, but I am tired of the back and forth flying. I wanted to be grounded in New York for a bit. Instead, I have to fly to this premiere, and then fly to London for a few weeks and then fly to LA, and then back to..."

"Oh, boo hoo! Frankly don't care to hear it. I'm currently breastfeeding the watermelon that crushed my insides and had slowly descended into a very small cavity I wish it hadn't, because believe it or not, it still hurts from time to time." She complains.

"Justifiable though it is— that sounds better than being a beach ball bouncing from place to place."

"I suppose so...but isn't the puppy going?"

Oh.

Right.

The puppy.

Haha.

That's what Janet and I call him.

"Yes...yes he is." I state clearly.

"So it won't be too bad. At least you'll have something to look at...and maybe he'll gently embrace your knee like he did last week." He has become rather hands on with me lately.

And Janet picked up on it, despite the poor boy thinking he was so slick, quick, and sly.

"Whether he's there with me or not— it's all just business, Jan."

"It doesn't have to be, Freema. It could be more. He's been sending you signs since this all started. And as from your own mouth- it has been a very very long time. Has it not?"

"It has been...but that doesn't mean I'm encouraging..."

"Of course not, Lady Agyeman. Why ever would you cast your gaze so low as to land on a mere Yankee Doodle Dandy." She chastises me and if I wasn't currently under the hands of my hair stylists, I would very well throw my phone in the bin and curse her mockery. "All I'm saying is there are worse men out there than the Pup- so maybe just...ya know...have some fun at least, spread those legs and.."

"I think you meant wings." I tease and hear her sigh heavily.

"I meant legs because you haven't been laid since 2010! It's 2019! Fucking get laid at least- you're..." Canceling the phone call- I lean back in the chair and in the mirror I can't help but notice the girls smiling wickedly— must have heard the not so quiet conversation from both sides.

"She's a twat." I state and they both outwardly laugh.

"So...who is the puppy? If I may ask?" Danieh, a young twenty something with bright blue eyes, long pink hair and a nose ring- asks me with a devilish smile on her face.

"Just some young man, full of energy and life." I say nonchalantly as I scroll through my phone.

"Has it really been nine years since you..." Sarah asks as she finishes removing one of my last few extensions.

"That's a tad personal." I state."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to over step. If it's true—good for you. Who needs sex anyway. To be honest- I haven't had it in nearly a decade myself and I feel I'm better for it." She says sympathetically and both Danieh and I give her a sad sort of face.