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been shot the following year.
    Funny what you remember.
    Worth led the way.
    “We don’t expect our guests to do anything they would normally refuse. All tastes have been catered for here. This next step is just a process, very impersonal.”
    They stopped near the end of the corridor before one of the doors. A number was engraved on a small golden plaque: 924.
    “Here we are,” said Worth. He reached into his jacket and fished out a small key on a string. It dangled from his hand like a glittering pendulum. “Shall we begin?”
    The words sent a shock up Mario’s spine. He expected Worth to open the door and reveal an orgy, a sweaty tangle of limbs of Roman proportions. He’d done that before, both on and off the screen. The thought of another one did nothing for him. So why the nerves? Deep down, he believed Worth had something more sinister than an orgy lined up. All tastes have been catered for. Mario hoped this wasn’t going to be a whips, leather and chains affair. He could imagine Kerry getting off on all that, the power, the whole domination thing.
    Worth grasped the key and shoved it into the lock. He swung the door open.
    Mario peered inside.
    It appeared to be a bathroom, or at least a men’s room. At the rear wall stood two cubicles, the doors open. A moulding, looking like a urinal, was stuck to the wall in each. The air smelt sweet, of sugar and cinnamon, as opposed to the sour tang of piss and bleach that Mario anticipated.
    “Is this it?” he said. “All that money for a shit party and a walk to the bathroom?”
    Worth arched an eyebrow. “Sir?”
    Kerry shook her head. “Idiot. You need to open that puny mind of yours.” She strode inside.
    “After you, sir.”
    Mario shook his head and walked in. On the brighter side, the champagne had gone straight through him, and he welcomed the chance to relieve himself. Just why Worth had brought them both to a toilet was beyond him. He thought of the supposed, imminent sex. Things might be worse than whips and chains. One film he turned down involved certain bathroom activities…
    “Sick bastards,” he muttered.
    “What was that, sir?”
    “Nothing. What are we in here for anyway?”
    “This is the pleasure room,” said Worth. “Kindly enter your cubicle and insert yourself through the hole. Matters will be dealt with post-haste.”
    “Post-haste?” said Mario. “Jesus Christ!” He walked into the cubicle on the left and examined the moulding. It seemed to grow from the wall in polished, pure marble and opened out into a funnel shape, like a rose in bloom. Mario examined it deeper. Just inside, a hole opened into the wall. Mario peered into the darkness.
    “What’s in there?”
    “Nothing to be worried about, sir. If you’ll just pop off your trousers-“
    Mario held up a hand. “Just wait. There’s no way I’m going to stick my livelihood into some…weird thing with a hole in it! Anything could be on the other side of that wall.”
    “Why would we do that?” asked Worth. “Indeed, you have paid for a life-changing night, but we aren’t going to injure you!”
    Kerry emerged from the booth next door. “Don’t be such a pussy,” she said. “This is one of the highlights.”
    Mario noticed she’d removed her suit jacket, revealing more of the blouse underneath. She wore no bra, and her nipples poked urgently against the fabric, two tiny dark blotches against the cream of the material. Mario smiled, wondering how many men at SM Pharmaceuticals would like to get an eyeful of that . As he watched, Kerry unclipped her skirt. It fell to the floor around her legs, and she stepped free. Her blouse hung low enough to cover her underwear, but Mario caught a glimpse of something black, lacy and tight.
    “Get a move on,” she ordered. “I’ll be done in a few minutes and I’m keen to push on. I don’t have time to wait.”
    She vanished around the side, and the door to the next cubicle clicked shut.
    Worth peered around the other