Declare Your Dirty Goods

Tess is a letting agent who knows too much. Or an owner. Or a housekeeper — whatever guise she's using today. She kicks off her shoes and comes toward him with a liquid sway, meets his thrust without a whimper, her nipples hardening against his shirt.

A restaurant stall where the door becomes a barrier between them and the world. A bar that stinks of grease and stale booze. A city street where she's a mile of leg and swagger talking about architecture while he traces the sway of her ass. Nora rides Tess like she's claiming something, eyes locked, unguarded. A flash about a letting agent who knows too much, and a mattress scene where the air is heavy with perfume, used booze, and traces of fresh sexual discharge.

Quick encounters in cramped spaces — restaurant stalls, back rooms, mattresses that smell like the night before.