And a grunt.
Shake it off.
‘I’m a professional. I’m a professional.’ Deep breath. She turned her back on the camera again. Act one beginners: positions, please. ‘OK.’
Kyle gave her a moment, then:‘Aaaaaand...action!’
Sodding turn, frigging pose, shitting pout, and girlybastardingvoice: ‘Hey, lovely subscribers, it’s yourfavouriteOnly Fans sensation,Penny Thistle! With another videojustfor you.’ Carol bit her lip and squeezed out a giggle, setting everything jiggling. ‘Hope youlikeit.’
She turned and wobbled out into the water – which wasn’t easy because A: heels, and B: even on a hot summer’s day, the river was still barely above freezing.
Carol did a playful sweep around, grin fixed on her face like the bloody thing was welded there, splashing water at the camera, then scooping up a handful and pouring it across her chest.
GOD SAKE THAT WAS COLD!
Smile, Carol: give the punters what they want.
At least now her nipples jutted out like fruit pastels. The dirty bastards would love that.
Another giggle.
Then a saucy look left and right, to make sure ‘no one’s watching’. Even though that was the whole point of filming it. Hamming it up like something off one of them old-fashioned silent movies:
Oh, am I all on myown?
But it’s sohotin the sunshine.
Too hot for little oldme.
Carol unhooked the catch at the front of her bikini top and slowwwwwwwwwwwly peeled it open. Teasing as she eye-fucked the camera.
Three, two, one:
She pulled both sides wide open, exposing her pierced assets.
Kyle gawped. ‘Bloody hell...’
‘Oh for Christ’s...frigging...CUT!’ Carol stomped a foot at the stupid bastard with his stupid haircut and his stupid bloody tracksuit. ‘You’re not supposed to talk! It spoils it for the subscribers if they’re mid-wankand your stupid man-voice blares in their ear!’
He lowered the camera and stared. ‘It’s...but...’ Pointing, eyes wide. ‘Ohhh...’
‘They’re justbreasts, Kyle. You’ve seen them before!’ She pulled them in and up, sunlight glinting off the twin piercings. ‘I mean, obviously I’mflattered, but—’
‘No! Look.’ Still with his finger trained on her chest.
Only it wasn’t really, was it. He wasn’t lookingatthem, he was lookingthroughher.
Bloody rude.
She turned, and there was the Edinburgh train, rumbling onto the bridge, making for Aberdeen station. A whole host of people peered out the windows, ogling as she basically flashed the whole train.
Carol flinched and slapped her hands over her naked breasts, because...
Actually, why bother?
All publicity was good publicity, right?
So let the people see a bit offlesh. House prices were through the sodding roof, and every new subscriber put her one step closer to escaping Mum and Dad’s place.