***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.
