Nathan thought he had hit the jackpot with his ingenious idea of making some extra cash. He was living the dream. A groovy basement flat in the heart of Westminster was his day and night office where he trapped the Prey.
Young singles ranging from age thirty to thirty-five whom he lurred on dating sites to take on a gym membership.
“Why do you want to meet in a gym?” ,they would ask. His profile picture was a fake- such a deliberate fake: a famous boxer’s former ID shot- and the gym receptionist acted as his accomplice, handing him 80 quid for each membership signed .
Of course, he wouldn’t even turn up on the “first date”, just give a time and address, and a stupid excuse as to why “at the gym”. But that wasn’t the bit he enjoyed the most.
” Sorry I walked away darling, but I saw you from the first floor and was dissappointed to check you were underage. Sorry but it’s my career which is at stake -can’t afford any involvement with the Police. You should find some guy your age,”
Feed an Ego, and it will spit cash.
So all parties were happy. Extra cash to spend on kayaking over the weekend!
But one day Nelly the receptionist gave Nathan a call asking him to bring more male Members. At first he said he couldn’t, but then found the idea of creating a fake female profile appealing. He took a shot from a girl at the Bank queue.
A City guy said he wanted a stag party and needed half a dozen birds alike, s￼o Nathan started looking for the girl from the local Bank line. He found her. She agreed to go round the corner for coffee despite him being unshaved and wearing flip-flops.
“I’ve got a naughty confession to make darling” to his surprise, the twenty year-old seemed fascinated. It was love at first sight. Brenda was her name.
“Actually sweetheart, she said, my best friend is getting married on the same week and we could all link up, the twelve of us, for a binge night at the Ritz, don’t ask for any further details “.
“Cos you will be the Runner”.
It’s strange the way business ideas can metamorph, but that Saturday night was about the wildest night he could have ever imagined. One of the Stag was so drunk he insisted on putting fifty pound notes down his mouth while the girls undid their hair rollers and started dancing on the table. He never wished he had his smartphone to record the events so badly, but the stag who seemed to be the boss had told him not to bring any gadgets at all.
Dead jealous while Brenda undid the Groome’s tie, Nathan had the time to nick her phone and call Nelly for support.
“I got sacked today, Nath. I’ ve got to go. Speak Monday”
“Hang on Nelly. Bring me any sort of decent looking ring and come to this address dressed your best” It was only half one AM.
After the craziest night which included spaghetti sharing, shaving heads and pillow fights, a troubled Investor woke Nathan up and told him about a secret.
He needed to launder three Million.
“Open up a gym then”, said Nelly who was pretending only to be asleep. “Nathan and I can be signed as your business partners. I know everything about launching the top quality fitness centre, and Nathan can fill in the place in a couple of months. But, Natahan, you must promise me to stop starring at Brenda’s butt- because it’s just a filler!”
The Investor rubbed his hands and cried “ring up a cab- we’re going to my office to sign the deal you two. And leave the kissing for later! ”