Continuing my journey of discovery, my best friend tutors me in something I'd only heard of.
On Sunday morning we just lay together in her bed; my head on her shoulder felt so right, so natural. Later we lazed around in our PJs, watching TV. Breakfast, if I remember was just marmalade on toast, but it was totally delicious. I think about two o'clock in the afternoon we finally showered and dressed and went to find somewhere to eat, then we went home and so to bed together. She had learnt all my buttons and could keep me lingering in that space between outright ecstasy and frustration for hours.
The next day being a Monday we kind of returned to our normal routine; lectures, study and desperately derivative essay writing for me, whilst Zoe just continued to drift through her lectures absorbing everything with seemingly little effort. When she came back to the flat that night I was really glad to see her. She shrugged off the black leather courier bag she usually took with her to Uni, then unbuckled her coat in the doorway.
"Miss me?" she asked teasingly, knowing the answer.
I stood and walked over to greet her properly, brushing her lips with mine.
"Of course." I responded, nuzzling her ear.
We kissed again, more passionately this time, I pulled her close, feeling our breasts come together, to sets of soft pillowy flesh as I kneaded her arse through her tight jeans. I stepped back as we broke for air.
"How do you always manage to look so hot when I feel like a dowdy bitch?" I asked.
"Careful what you wish for" she grinned back at me.
It was true though, she had on a simple light blue blouse, open to show just the top of her cleavage, skin tight blue jeans and black leather calf length boots with a two inch heel. She was wearing some foundation, a hint of blush and eyeliner and her lips looked glossy. She was at that moment just the hottest woman I'd ever seen, although to be fair I hadn't really looked at women in that way before last Friday.
"What's for tea?" She asked.
"I don't know, I thought we'd maybe go out, or get a takeaway."
"Holly I know you got a lot of money on Friday and it's burning a hole in your purse, but you need to remember your goals in this game, don't go frittering it all away."
She was right, I knew. Friday night's impromptu and unplanned assignation with her and two very generous Africans had left me two grand richer, just for one night of fun. Zoe treated it like a business, saving that money for her future. She had introduced me to Alexandra, the woman who ran the agency that arranged meetings between wealthy visitors and British escorts.
Although I hadn't been part of the arrangements Jamal and Kwaze had persuaded Zoe to invite me over to their little 'party' where I had done things I'd never thought of before...and I'd liked it. In the couple of days since then she and I had slept together and made love together. I don't think I would classify us as lesbians, more bisexual I guess. I hadn't had any idea how much a woman could pleasure me, though I was pretty certain it wasn't Zoe's first time.
She must have seen the disappointment on my face as she said those words because she then followed up with
"Okay, why not, I got us a couple of little presents for later anyway."
"Really? What?"
"You'll see in due course, now why don't you take that pretty little arse and get yourself ready. We'll aim to go out for seven?"
I grinned, gave her a peck on the cheek and went into my room, as excited as a child waiting for Christmas Eve to turn into Christmas Day. Then the reality hit me. I didn't really have anything to wear out if we were going to somewhere posh. It was also true that under my mattress was a brown envelope with five thousand pounds in used twenties, but I hadn't done anything about my rather plain student wardrobe.
I went to Zoe's room and knocked on the door.
"Zo? I don't really have anything to wear." I shouted through the door, uncertain as to whether I could just go straight in.
"That's okay," she shouted from what sounded like the toilet, "I thought we'd just go to Chan's. Jeans and a top, you'll look sexy enough for me."
"Uh...Okay then." I replied, feeling irrationally disappointed.
I don't really know what I'd expected, but it seemed we were going out as friends, not on a date but just in order to fuel the body. I went back to my room, selected one of the few remaining blouses that was on a hanger and wouldn't need ironing; a silky looking rich purple number with a high lacy collar that was probably a couple of years old, from the back of the wardrobe, checked my jeans still looked clean and found a pair of court shoes with one inch kitten heels that didn't look too scuffed.
Tying my hair into a high pony tail finished the look as I applied my make-up. It was too late to do anything about my nails but then I figured 'it's not a date' so don't worry. Checking myself out in the three quarter length mirror I thought I looked pretty good, as I shrugged on a long overcoat.
I went to wait for Zoe, vowing that tomorrow I was going to go clothes shopping.
Chan's is one of those anonymous, but familiar cheap Chinese restaurants. The staff were likely all from the same Hong Kong family who seemed to rotate through these establishments every few years. Being a Monday night it was fairly quiet so we easily got a secluded booth where we could talk without being overheard. We ordered a couple of beers whilst looking at the menu. I think I chose crispy pancakes as a starter and Zoe had the Mongolian ribs, then we followed up by sharing some Char Sui Pork and Crispy Chili Beef with a side of House Special Fried Rice.
As we ate Zoe dropped the bombshell.
"I spoke with Alexandra earlier," she said.
"Oh?" I wondered where this might go.
"I thought it only right to tell her about Friday night."
Friday night; the night she had invited me to share her engagement as an escort to two men.
"Umm hmmm," I responded, trying to be non-committal. I knew that if I could get a gig with Alexandra's team I wouldn't have to worry about money for a few months, which was really important to me right then, but I hadn't been accepted onto her books yet so I was unsure how this would play out.
"She was impressed when I told her what had happened." said Zoe.
"Really?" was all I could manage.
"Well she was pissed off with me for inviting a civilian in to be honest," she said, looking me directly in the eye, "but I told her I thought you were better than anyone else I'd worked with."
I felt a little surge of pride at these words, coupled with jealousy that we weren't exclusive.
"You know a black and white team would command a premium?" she asked.
I had no idea, but from my research into porn sites it seemed to make sense. There was a big market to watch girls together, there was an equally big market for interracial sex scenes so it was kind of a no-brainer to me.
"Alexandra asked me to check you out thoroughly." she said.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I asked, giggling and pleased I was descending into grown up hooker talk.
"You'll see soon enough" was her only reply.
After that we discussed the merits of the latest X Factor finalists cover of David Bowies Heroes (rubbish according to Zoe Allen) verses the classic Christmas Number One by Jona Lewie (brilliant according to me, Holly Eliza Jordan).
One of the competitors had released an 'insipid, vapid song', a cover of something far more inspirational according to Zoe, but it would undoubtedly reach number one this year.
