Alex Stern

Her phone vibrates on the desk next to her and, without looking, she reaches out to pick it up. Midweek, the club is almost dead, and Alex is just hanging out in her coffee, reading a pulp Sci-Fi and keeping on eye on the feeds. The girls who are dancing tonight are pretty experienced; she barely needs to be here.

What's tonight's outfit?

She grins. She can also trust Lee to come through when she's bored. She shifts, boots still up on the desk and shoves her sweatshirt and t-shirt up. She isn't wearing a bra, so she arranges her book spread across her chest so that it just about covers her nipples. She lifts her phone and takes a photo.

Hope you're not disappointed, she writes, and hits send.

Sometimes, Alex pays the nanny to stay at either Black Elm or the apartment in town with Edie so that she can get stoned. She gets stoned because it takes the edge off, and it stops her being tempted by other, worse things. Tonight, she's at Black Elm, stretched out on the sofa in the sunroom with the french windows open to the night, her weed pen between her fingers. Her phone buzzes between her tits. It's a text from Lee, asking if she's busy.

sure. You want to get stoned and make out? I'll show you my ballroom.

She sends him a pin for Black Elm's location and a selfie.