Chapter 9

Angela woke up the next morning energetic. She had not drunk much, and was elated about the UN job. She had an appointment however, she needed to help out at the Saturday school hockey match. She remembered meeting her client from months ago. That was weird, she thought, and was glad she had not done more escorting. It was not worth the money, though it had helped. If she had bumped into him here then London was not such a big place as she thought. Unless it was not a coincidence she had met him right outside her flat? But why was he drunk and looking like he had just been in a fight? He did not seem the type.

Anyway, he was a sad little man, she should not feel sorry for him. He was obviously loaded with money. But she still regretted meeting him for sex, as she had lost the innocent vitality she once had. It was undeniable but then she was now twenty four, maybe it was just a marker of adulthood, of growing up.

Angela arrived at the team meeting. She gave a cheery pep talk to the girls, and had everyone geed up. The match progressed in the freezing December hail and after being down at half time, her team came back to win.

Meanwhile Edward Pembroke awoke with a throbbing hangover. His first port of call was to help his mother. She castigated him for getting drunk and being useless. Another depressing Christmas ahead he thought. Eventually, after breakfast, and errands, he thought of Angela. He had no idea how long it took for girls to be posted. Nobody on Pinkmeth knew each other and nobody knew the identity of who ran the site. There was a vetting process. No underage girls, and no obvious porn stars. All girls had to be reluctantly uploaded against their will. He checked the times; it had been 1am when he had sent Angela’s details across. She had so much personal details to be contacted about, that it would likely take a while to format all of it in a “user friendly” way. He checked Angela’s Facebook and her LinkedIn. All still open. She was not yet on Pinkmeth.

The clock was now ticking. He had a sudden urge to try and see where she was today so he could witness her downfall. He often fantasised about how the girls would react and of capturing it on film.

The hockey match ended and afterwards Angela went to a post match lunch with the girls and their parents. Everyone was happy and many of the parents came up to Angela to congratulate her. She was now well known as a popular successful teacher. A few girls even came up to her to ask her to stay. She felt guilty, she was so happy she could touch so many lives, and hated letting people down.

She did find it strange when one of the girls’ fathers approached her and stared. “So Angela” he smiled, “what do you get up to outside of work?” Angela was a little taken aback. It seemed flirtatious which seemed wrong in a school environment, where the man’s wife and child were present. His smiling look of lust made her think he was drunk, or that he knew something she didn’t.

After the match, Angela went to the gym for a workout. She then went back to her flat. For the rest of the day, she had some coffee planned with girlfriends, then a celebratory night at the opera with Peter.

Once out of the last tube station near her flat, and getting reception, she got a text message from her mother. “Darling, please call us when you get home.” She frowned. She hurried home; her battery was dying anyway, and wondered what it could be.

Edward Pembroke sat at home, checking and rechecking Pinkmeth. Suddenly, at approximately 1 O’clock, her profile came up. He was shocked to see it.”Angela Candelema” followed by ten naked photographs of her. On the left of the screen, three MPS of various sizes. Just pressing on one of them led it to download on the local machine of the user.