I have been working as a caretaker for Paul McCartney, yes the one from the Beatles, for a few years now.
I was brought in by Jane Asher, his girlfriend at the time, to look after Paul's residence as he toured the whole world with his band.
I have seen enough things happen in this flat. Lavish, fun parties, infidelities- you name it, I have seen it.
As a caretaker, it's my job to only look after the building, ensuring it doesn't get burn to the ground and everything is secured and well maintained. But often duty calls for more.
For a few years that I have been working here, i couldn't help but notice the number of girls Paul invites to his place behind Jane Asher's back.
Again, my job is only of a caretaker. I shouldn't be peeping nor caring about these things. But being at the place 24 hours and 365 days, one can't help but to only get curious, as at the end of the day, it's me who has to clean up the mess of previous night's sins.
I have debated whether to get this news to Miss Jane. She has always been so kind and sweet towards me from the first day. But she doesn't pay me.
It's Mr. McCartney who pays me. And he pays me well. He's the reason why I am able to attend uni.
So I don't.
However, Ms Jane finds it all out on her own one eventful day when she decided to come back from one of her shootings earlier than expected and found her lover and fiance in bed with another girl.
The day was a chaos. I stayed in the open kitchen as I first saw the young fan running down from the stairs and through the backyard, trying to scramble her clothes on.
Then , I saw Ms Asher come down the stairs with her suitcase, crying as Mr. McCartney pleaded with her to not leave. But it was too late. She had already made her decision.
Once she left, I wondered if it would be wise for me to console the heartbroken man with whom I have had only a professional relationship so far.
However I am snapped out of it when he closes the door behind me and calmly asks me to make him a cup of tea.
"Get me some tea Ivy. I am leaving for rehearsals in an hour.", he said, so coolly, it made me question if he actually wanted Ms Asher to stay back or simply pleaded with her to maintain his reputation.
And ever since that day, his trysts with his many eager fans boomed.
Every day I'd watch him bring a new girl to the place. Sometimes the same girl would stay for a couple of days only to be replaced by another girl sooner or later.
And sometimes I could hear him entertaining his female guests. He would sound nothing less than a wild animal in heat copulating with his mate.
He was vulgar and loud- loud enough for the entire street to hear them, moaning and cursing at the top of his lungs.
At first, it wasn't the most pleasant noise but as time went by, it didn't seem too bad either.
Somehow I found myself eager to hear them once I see him come in with a new girl.
I could feel my stomach tingle as their voices get louder- the girl moaning Mr. McCartney's name out in pleasure and him encouraging her to scream even louder. They sounded so lewd yet so erotic.
And even that wasn't loud enough for me.
Soon, I started standing outside by his room and quietly putting my ear against the wall to hear them clearer and better. Heck I hated myself for being this creepy and having gone down so bad but I couldn't help it.
