Chapter 1

Rain was lashing down from a dark grey Scottish sky. Tourists from the Western Isles to Inverness ran for shelter inside the hotels and guest houses. Weather warnings were posted, and the ferries to the islands were suspended ‘temporarily’ due to stormy seas. All in all, it was a fairly average day in Scotland. The magnificent scenery of mountains and lochs was still all there. You could not see them for the driving rain and the wind blowing the odd sheep off its feet and passing a second-floor window. Small mountain streams filled with flood water and turned them into raging torrents. Anyone foolish enough to step out of doors would be considered a lunatic and sanctioned for a stay in a local asylum. Aye, Scottish weather can be regarded as changeable at the best of times. At the worst of times, the weather can be murderously harsh on the odd occasion. Today was one of those occasions.

Kirsty Fraser and her best friend, Shona Malcolm, were upstairs in their shared bedroom, spending the day reading magazines and listening to the radio. At eighteen years old, both girls were dreadfully bored with the weather, their lives and Scotland as a whole.

‘God, I’m so fucking bored.’ Kirtsy announced as yet another weather warning report was announced on the radio.

Ignoring her friends’ outbursts at the radio, Shone continued reading an article in ‘Go Girl Magazine.’ (Thee Magazine for teenagers, fashion, friendships, and style.) ‘Are you not bored with all of this!’ Kirsty challenged her friend.

‘Of course I’m fed up with it!’ Shona replied.

Shone put down the magazine and looked at her friend.

‘What we need is a plan.’ Shona said.

‘A plan for what?’ Kirsty asked, bemused at the change of subject.

‘A plan to get us out of here.’ Shona said.

Kirsty looked confused at what Shona was talking about.

‘I am not going out there; the weather shite!’ Kirsty cursed.

Shona rolled her eyes at her friend’s outburst and then tried to explain what she was trying to tell Kirsty.

‘We need a plan to get us out of here and down to where we can make money. Get a life. Get on... ‘ Said Shona.

‘Ah, ok, got it now. What’s your big idea then?’ Kirsty asked.

‘Not got one yet, but this article here in this magazine has a few suggestions we could try... ‘ Shone showed her friend the pages of the ‘Go Girl Magazine.’ The article was about how to get a new life, get rich and become the ‘Go Girl.’ of the year.

Kirsty read the magazine intently, absorbing the various suggestions for getting out and about, becoming rich and independent, and becoming the archetypal ‘Go, Girl.’ ‘Some of these ideas are pure shite!’ Kirsty said as she finished reading the magazine.

‘No, they’re not!’ Shona responded.

‘This idea is shite! Listen to this... ‘ Kirsty then read out aloud the idea written in the magazine.

‘Marry a rich old man and kill him with sex on your wedding night! That idea is definitely total shite!’ Kirsty said emphatically.

Kirsty did have a point. Where both Kirsty and Shone lived in Scotland, there was not a single rich older man that they might be able to marry and then kill him with sex on their wedding night.

‘This other idea is also shite!’ Kirsty said.

‘Invent something that the world needs and make lots of money.’ Kirsty read out the suggestion.

‘What could we invent? Let me think?’ She said sarcastically.

‘How about we invent electricity or the aeroplane, maybe knicker elastic so that women can hold up their knickers instead of them falling to their ankles and showing off their cunts... ‘ Said Kirsty.

‘You’re not taking this seriously.’ Shone accused her friend.

They glared at each other for a few moments, eyes wide and staring each other out. Then they suddenly burst out laughing together, rolling around on the bed at the various idiotic ideas Kirsty had mentioned.

‘I like the knicker elastic idea.’ Shona said, and both of them burst out laughing all over again.

The radio played music as they caught their breath, and the rain continued pouring down outside the bedroom window.

‘Seriously though, what are we going to do about getting the hell out of here?’ Shona asked her friend.

‘I have no fucking idea.’ Kirsty replied.

The answer to Shona and Kirsty’s problem was in the magazine, not the article they were reading. Further inside the pages was another article about a pop star who makes more money from her ‘Only Fans’ account than they make from selling records or internet mp3 music downloads. Both girls had yet to read that particular article, so they lay on the bed for another hour or so, listening to the radio and the sound of the rain falling outside the window. It was Kirsty who picked up the copy of the ‘Go Girl Magazine.’ reading beyond where Shona had stopped. She flicked through the pages, and then she found the article that would change both their lives.

‘Hey, look at this.’ Kirsty said to her friend.

She pointed out the article, and Shone leaned in. They read it together, side by side.

‘Is that for real?’ Shona asked.

‘Looks like it.’ Said Kirsty.

‘What is an Only Fans account?’ Shona asked.

‘Don’t you know? It’s a sort of porn site where people pay you money to look at your photos.’ Kirsty explained.

‘Sounds daft to me. I don’t see the point of it.’ Shona said.

Both girls reread the article again, and Kirsty then got her phone out and clicked on the link in the article. The phone then displayed the pop stars Only Fans account and some of the pictures that were available to view.