***I wish to inform that this a complete work of fiction and somethings will be exaggerated and not be true to life. There will be some sex in parts of the coming series but is to be about someones journey. Be sure to read Belle's prelude first ***
Having just arrived in London there was a vast difference to Prague. Everything was faster, louder, chaotic and everyone was in a rush going nowhere fast. In the underground or "the tube" no one spoke. Anya gave me instructions and directions on how to get to her place but with little to no English. It was proving harder than I initially thought. Arriving at some new modern looking apartments I buzzed for Anya's flat and I was let in. Seeing her face when she opened the door I burst into tears and she gave me the biggest hug imaginable.
Her flat was tiny a kitchenette as soon as you entered, a shower room and a built in wardrobe opposite it. The smallest seating area with a large window with steps leading up to a double bed situated on top of the shower room and wardrobe. Thinking to myself no way we both can stay here. We'd drive each other mad but she swears we won't.
Getting herself ready for work and like most Eastern European girls in the west they were only good for two things too clean or too strip. As you can guess Anya took the latter. Which wasn't a surprised she is tall, blonde, 34DD, curvy, killer thighs and a juicy bum. Meanwhile I couldn't be more opposite at 5'3 I was significantly smaller, have dark hair, 32B for boobs and skinny like i missed a meal or two. What I did have going for me was my bum which was certainly perky and spankable and I had long legs in comparison to my body. Though Anya's confidence was much higher than mine.
Loading up her bag of sexy lingerie and heels throwing in some wipes makeup. You'd of thought when she left she was going to the gym. Dressed in tank top, hoodie, leggings and trainers. No one would be any the wiser. Skipping out the door she left me alone in the flat I basically crashed out the bed exhausted from travelling.
Waking up with Anya naked in the bed with me. Not even hearing her come back no idea when she got in. As favour I clambered down to make make breakfast but stopped in my tracks when I noticed 3 piles of neatly perfectly stacks of cash sitting on her table. Out of curiosity I counted them. £1500 sat on the table. Shocked I sat on the sofa. I could only dream of making that in year with all my exploits back home and she's done it in a night. I needed to be in the game and I needed it now.
There was two problems. First, I knew no English which could be fixed with using my free time to learn. Second, having newly turned 18, it wasn't a problem but according to Anya girls from Czech Republic had a notorious reputation here seen as difficult, linked with organised crime and laziness. Obviously, I couldn't pretend to be British accent would give it away so I was basically screwed. Unless I did what Anya did. Get someone to mock up a cheap fake passport from another country one that they would welcome. We went with the fake passport option. which needed a month to get sorted which gave me time to learn enough English.
With the month gone and a fake passport in hand I learnt enough English for a small chat and a few dirty phrases. Anya took me to the club. Sharing a bag I stuffed it with a sexy pair of black lingerie a lacey bra and thong with stockings. We had arrived early just so that I could met the owner. Meandering through the club, despite it meant to be a seedy place it actually looked high end. What girls were already there were absolute stunners Premier league material. Genuinely thinking I could be rejected for not being sexy enough or their ideal girl. With a small office upstairs Anya knocked and a heavy stern voice told us to enter.
Sitting at a desk was a man. In plain black suit looking rather chunky with a bald head. The suit looked like it was holding him all in and holding some back. Getting up when he saw Anya instantly smiling and coming over giving her a hug. He had the warmest smile I'd seen from an older man in his early 50's it instantly put to ease. Anya introduced me to Michael the owner. "Michael this is Markéta. My friend from back home."
Taking a look at me he got me to do a twirl. "You are certainly cute." He said happily. "A fine change from big blonde bimbos that cone revolving through my doors. A young petite cute girl will certainly get the punters in spending cash wanting to help you out like a good dad. Now I just passport to double check." We did formalities name age handing my fake passport over. The passport was Polish and not Czech to get around our problem. They wouldn't know the difference if I was Czech or Polish, told that many times. He studied it for a bit, not for long, he scanned it for his own records before handing it back no problem. However, he then called the boss.
Waiting nervously for someone to arrive I thought this was when I'd be found out but I tried my best to stay calm. The door to office opened and in came a woman. She must of been in her mid 40's her thinning hair tied up in a bun. Her face smothered in heavy makeup. Also in a plain black suit tailored fit. She was skinny the suit nearly hanging off her. Front and centre was her clearly enhanced boobs near popping out her top. She might be older but certainly still after the attention. "This the girl you recommend?" She asks in a stern authoritative voice. Anya simply nodes. Strolling in more, I'm not saying a word. Sizing me up examining me like a piece of discarded meat. "She's too small, too frail too young looking, too pathetic and let's face it not all that attractive if you ask me." It was clear I didn't meet her standards I'm guessing not Barbie material and not plastic enough.
Anya is shock no idea what to say or do. No girl gets rejected. They are always looking for new girls of all shape sizes and colours. Thankfully Michael stepped. "Now hang on. Yes she's not like those easy tarts out there who'd happily drop their knickers for a polo mint." He said getting up standing behind me resting his hands on my shoulders. "She's a young vulnerable girl and many protectors out there will wish to help her any which way they can and I'm sure she'll show her appreciation just as much. Damsel in distress".
