An Evening Out

Niemira’s dress is outstanding. A black affair, with thin straps showing off her shoulders, cut low enough to reveal only a glimpse of cleavage, tight enough to reveal all her curves, long enough to show enough leg but no risk of revealing anything higher. Her makeup just accentuates her beauty, a slight dusting of rouge on her cheeks, a subtle lipstick, her large blue eyes highlighted by eyeshadow, her fingernails glossy but not coloured.

Just one look at her and you know it’s going to a long, torturous day where all you’ll want to do is rip off her clothes and fuck her into oblivion but knowing you’ll have to hold in your lust until you can get her back into the suite. Her smile, mischievous and welcoming, when she spots your obvious desire, doesn’t help.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“And you’re handsome,” she tells you, and her hand runs over your chest. The suit you’re wearing is bespoke. You also know it accentuates your flat stomach, and your shoulders.

You catch a taxi to the Ivy. Here the maître de ushers you to your table. You can’t help but see all male eyes following Niemira. You don’t blame them. You’re having difficulty keeping your eyes off her. Thankfully you have a booth that means you’re hidden from most of the restaurant.

The meal, as you would expect, is exquisite. You start with the gazpacho soup, followed by lamb. Niemira on the other hand has watermelon salad and chicken for the main. You let Niemira choose the wine, as she has excellent taste and is more knowledgeable about wine than you. She chooses a light red, which is heavy enough for your lamb, but light enough for her chicken. While you eat you chat about the last few months, trying desperately to steer the conversation away from sex. You talk about her YouTube channel and how it’s doing. You keep an eye on it, but it’s about makeup and you know next to nothing about that. She goes through some of her plans for future episodes, one of which is to bring other members of the household in as models, so she can show ideas for different complexions. She also asks whether you’d be willing to model for her. You try to encourage her while being as noncommittal as possible. You also know the probability is you’ll end up doing it.

The meal finished, you take the short walk from the Ivy to Leicester Square, revelling in being the best dressed couple walking through London. Some stop to stare, the men mainly at Niemira, but London is used to such scenes, and most quickly move on with their lives.

In Leicester Square the cordons are up and bouncers in suits are watching the crowds. A red carpet has been laid down, but you don’t take that. There’s a side entrance, for those people who the paparazzi have no interest in. If they saw Niemira they’d be interested in her, but you’re happy to show your tickets to the bouncer and anonymously be let through.

A cinema during a premier is always a weird place. There’s more staff than usual, and they’re more attentive than usual, offering snacks, drinks and trying to usher the little people into their seats as soon as possible. There’s celebrities. There’s those hanging around hoping to talk to the celebrities. There’s a sense of excitement, even for those movies that aren’t multi-million affairs like this one. Everyone looks smart and impressive, but you’re only in a cinema, and there’s a sense of tawdriness about that.

You are both drawing a lot of attention, which is understandable. One of those spectators approaches. As he gets closer, you recognise him as one of the Marvel executives from the meeting this morning. You greet each other and you introduce Niemira to him. He’s soon joined by others. Some you also recognise from the meeting. Others are just there to listen to your discussion. Its primarily about elements of storytelling and how these effect the modern idea of franchises. He keeps introducing ideas from other movies which you take as a hint these elements will be involved in the movie you are to watch. For you it is a fascinating conversation, and for many around you, but it is eventually broken by the ushers. They’re **** to see you in your sears.

Through it all, Niemira doesn’t leave your side. Her hand doesn’t leave your hand.

“I hope the conversation wasn’t boring you,” you ask her as you head into the screen.

“No, it was fascinating watching you work,” she replies. “I can never be bored listening to you talk passionately.” She glances round to make certain no-one else is near enough to listen, before leaning towards you and whispering “It turns me on.” You raise your eyebrows in response, which sets her giggling. Then she’s ahead of you, pulling you to your seat.

This is near the back of the theatre, in a row of important but not famous people. The Marvel executives are in the row behind you, and you are introduced to a couple that you hadn’t yet met. On either side are a few cinema chain executives, with which you exchange pleasantries. This is until the main stars are ushered in. They take seats nearer the front, except for Kevin Feige and the Director who are led to a lectern. Here a minor celebrity is waiting to introduce them and then abandon the microphone so they can introduce their film. Their introduction is short, mainly to point out the stars who’ve come to this premier and to run through where the MCU is at. After that they move to sit down, the lights are dimmed, and the movie starts.

While they’re talking, you pull out a notepad and pen. The pen has a small light attached to it, so you’ll be able to see what you’re writing, but hopefully won’t disturb anyone around you. You rest the notepad on your lap.

As the lights drop Niemira snuggles as close as the seats allow. Her hand reaches out to hold your hand. Her head drops to rest on your shoulder. You glance at her, and you see her blue eyes looking up at you. You smile back at her. The film starts.