Carrie Reynolds had a good life she was married to a ambitious man,a city Councillor who tipped for bigger things county even national roles beckoned it seemed.He was a man of great influence and moved in the right circles and she enjoyed the lifestyle that that bought.She had no need to work was given a allowance by her husband and drove a nice and expensive car.Their house was like a show home inside and occupied one of the best areas in town and regularly hosted parties for his high importance friends and their partners.
Carrie was loved by his family from the moment she had met them eight years ago and now the couples thoughts had turned to starting a family but all was not has perfect has it seemed.Carrie had met her husband soon after moving to the town and her life before that was a web of lies that she had carefully woven together leaving no way of breaking it down or so she thought.
At 19 she had dropped out of college and developed a drug habit and to pay for it she had taken work has a escort quickly becoming sought after because of her willingness to try most anything with her clients and also her because she had loved her work.But 3 years later she had broken away from that life and kicked her habit moving to the town she now inhabited and leaving the dark years behind and shortly afterwards meeting her husband.
Now in the kitchen of the house she sat looking at the pictures on the table she thought had been destroyed by the guy who had introduced her to escort work.She had heard he had crossed a local gangster and been killed in a fire that destroyed his office and everything in it the fire was highly suspicious.Now the plain brown envelope sat on the table having poured out evidence of her previous life,pictures of her in various sexual situations with men and women.Of her taking drugs and involved in various sexual interests of her clients.
The note just said "I will be in contact Mrs Reynolds I think you will be able to help me" she quickly slid the pictures back into the envelope and threw it into the fire but knowing they were copies.Her phone began to vibrate with a incoming message.
I am looking for somebody to play the person who sent the pictures and who will have a use for her in mind.It maybe anyone even somebody from her husbands family.
You will need to play various characters has they enter the story has will I and we develop why the pictures were sent and what is required of her.Please message me if interested I love to hear others ideas and work on a story together.