They had discussed everything, the flight to London, the studio setup, the dress code, the seduction, the photos and the bet.
The day had come. Mateo was testing the camera when Maria swayed to the white bench and sat on the edge. She smiled. He clicked. Her penetrating eyes locked on to his. He clicked. Her legs parted, knowingly. He clicked. Her extended tongue invited him closer.
He knelt down, crawling towards her, he clicked. When he could crawl no further, he discarded the camera and extended his tongue.
She gasped. “Only forty seconds,” she giggled, “I win!”
