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  A Secret Affair

  While April was tucking into her second roll of the morning, Selina Seth unbuckled the seat belt of the Aston Martin V8 Vantage, unzipped her passenger’s trousers and sank her head into his lap.

  They were taking one hell of a risk meeting like this in broad daylight, but it was worth it. For she had in her mouth a man of power. Married, of course, but then again so was she. God, how she loved its shape, its sleekness, its thrust. Of course, she’d always loved fast cars. Her first had been a Ford Fiesta. How many times had she given head in that old banger? Too many times to remember. But this was different. This was a man and a vehicle of status.

  She had always been popular with the boys, growing up in Balornock in the North of Glasgow. There weren’t many Selinas around there, that’s for sure. With a name like that, a mane of natural blonde hair and eventually sprouting to almost six feet in height, she literally stood head and shoulders above the locals growing up in one of the most deprived areas in the country.

  And no one had been more determined to leave the poverty behind than she. Sure, Selina had the looks, but she was street smart enough to know that looks would only get you so far. So, she went into sales, where she excelled, working in everything from advertising to the retail industry.

  She loved the sharp suits, her first company car the patter and the wheeling and dealing. But most of all she loved power. The power that came with promotion. The power that came with blowing the boss. Funny how even the biggest boardroom bruiser would melt with the ancient art of fellatio. Such a simple act, too.

  Now she had her own company – Seth International – selling jewellery direct to people’s homes. But not just ordinary jewellery. Oh no, her jewellery was endorsed by celebrities. She was at home in the shallow showbiz scene. Combine that with the fakes of the fashion world and she was in her element. Her most recent celebrity acquisition had been Dannii Minogue, sister of Australian superstar Kylie. She had of course wanted Kylie, but ‘her people’ had proved too difficult to deal with and in the end had simply asked for too much money – one million to be exact for just one photo shoot and an endorsement that would last only six months. They also wanted fifty per cent of the profits. Selina would have had to shift a lot of necklaces to recoup that sort of outlay.

  Her husband Martin, the brains behind the business, deliberately kept himself in the shadows, allowing his glamorous missus to hog the limelight. But when it came to money, he held the purse strings, and in the end he’d vetoed the Kylie deal. Selina had reluctantly acquiesced, after nearly bankrupting their company the previous year signing up the winner from the Big Brother series. How was Selina to know that everyone would have forgotten this so-called celebrity before the advertising campaign had even kicked off?

  Her husband now refused to pay over the odds for ‘star names’, citing that they did nothing for sales, anyway. For Seth International’s biggest market was in fact gaudy, chunky gold jewellery, the sort favoured by female football fans that usually spelled out their names – presumably in case they forgot them after too many Bacardi Breezers.

  Selina shivered at the thought that she, a friend to the stars, had actually made her fortune selling tat. That’s why she craved the celebrity front so much. The truth is she wanted to be a celebrity, too, and in a way she was. Well, sort of. People would stop and stare when she was out and about. She had once even been mistaken for Penny Lancaster. So what if Rod Stewart’s latest wife was hardly A-list material, the fact that Selina looked like someone famous was what counted. It meant she had an air about her that separated her from the riff-raff.

  As Selina allowed her mind to wander, her illicit lover reached his climax. The voyeur in a nearby car with darkened rear windows was busy pleasuring himself as he watched their tryst in the remote car park at the edge of Strathclyde Country Park. You couldn’t actually see the act itself, but it was clear what was going on with that blonde mane of hair in motion and the man’s face contorted with pleasure.

  Shortly afterwards, Selina’s lover left her after a long, lingering farewell kiss. The tall blonde stepped out of his car and waved goodbye as the Aston Martin sped off. The voyeur unlocked his door and wondered to himself if this attractive-looking blonde fancied some seconds …