***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 and previous parts ***
My mystery boy has not there the following night or any night for the next two months I worked in the strip club. Starting to believe I might of imagined him out of exhaustion. Never mentioned about him to Anya or anyone else. Incase I or him get into trouble. It was stupid thought but Clare was an intimidating character changing room with random regardless what happened I'm sure my ass would of been out.
Doing the same dance routines my lingerie getting had got bit more exciting and expensive. My times on the pole had vastly improved. Doing elaborate acts like the rest of them. I'd been called to vip room a view times as my English improved. It was easier in there. Basically you acted more like a host chilling chatting doing silly or naughty things for them. Usually kissing and groping the other girls which I loved to do. So much better than stripping every 10 mins to some random cheap pervert. In vip you just had to act nice and create the illusion of naughtiness. Also telling the guy how cool and wonderful he was.
The private room eluded me, though I've been offered many times and with some serious money I easily declined I still wasn't ready for anything like that yet. Sex has not been on mind since I left Prague.
Anya on other hand spent at least 2-3x a night in that room. She'd now began taking her work home. First night she did it, I wasn't warned. Catching them in act as I got back to the flat. Both were happy for me to join in their naked romp but I decided against it. Anya was finding herself, in my view, hanging around the wrong type of people. Dodgy and unpleasant was best way too describe them. Guys started hanging around flat more partying harder and longer more often than not. Stacks of cocaine was being hidden in our flat which Anya and her new friends were helping themselves at times.
From her new found joy bringing punters back for drugs and sex I decided to stay away more. Now she warned me about a fuck session and I'd choose to wait it out stay in the 24hr cafe just down the road from club. However, this was happening almost every night and each time it was taking longer and longer. At these times I was shattered and wanted my bed but I had to remember I was her guest her flat I simply had to make do for now.
It was now approaching 5am it was getting light, the sun would be up soon. The cafe was nice despite being run down it was fair to say everything in the cafe was older than me. Very working class usually taxi drivers, builders and bakers etc were the ones in here at this time during week. Weekends was those coming in after a night out. Needing food to cure on coming hangovers. As sat in my chair, bring the sex appeal to the cafe I told myself, nearly drifting off I was the only one in cafe then I heard the bell ring as it opened. Startling me for a bit remembering where I was. Looking up and pleased to see it was my mystery boy walking in.
Catching each other's eyes we smiled and waved to each other. This time he was better dressed dark navy jeans timberland boots on his feet with a white long sleeve jumper on. It was the casual look not the scruffy look. Meanwhile I was in purple leggings and a matching sports bra. I had my black zip up hoodie but I was roasting so it was unzipped displaying my chest and abs.
Grabbing some food and a drink he joined me at my table. "Do you fancy it in here that much you don't wish to go home?" He asked. Being shattered I just yawned covering my mouth and shock me head. "I'm James by the way."
Forcing a tired smile I shook his hand. "I'm Markéta but everyone calls me Belle". That was the first time since I've arrived in London that I've given anyone my real name. No idea as to why I gave it I just wanted him to have it. "I'd really love to go home and get into bed but my roommate Anya is em... entertaining someone." Yawning again. "So until I get a message the boy is gone or passed out I can't really get to bed."
"Well that's a bit of a pain" he said with concern. "I've just finished working at one of the other clubs and on my way home." Seeing how heavy my eyes were and how I was drifting off. "Why don't you go back with I can guarantee you'll be in bed sleeping a lot sooner than waiting for your friend."
My constant yawning was not a pretty site I could of fell asleep in that chair. Exhausted and desperate I agreed. "Would you? That would be so kind." No sooner than he finished offering I was grabbing my things and heading out of cafe.
Expecting to walk to a near by miserable cramped flat but no. Right outside was a top of the range Mercedes Benz in stylish black gleaming in the light it was spotless. James walked round to driver side unlocked and opened the door. This wasn't adding up how could a cleaner for a strip club afford this. "How is it you have this car?" I asked rather surprised.
He just smiled and starred back to me. "It's not mine I'm just borrowing from someone in the family."
Driving through London for a bit my eyes began to become too heavy and keeping them open was a challenge. This seat was comfier and warmer than chair in cafe. The last thing I remembered was we were stopped at the lights and milk truck going pass.
It was the deepest sleep imaginable and one I felt long overdue. Staying in that cramped flat with Anya. Sharing her bed with no privacy. I hadn't had any chill time relaxation time or indeed quiet time. Anya did things at 100 mph and if she was up you were up. Wasn't helping she was now doing cocaine. Having this sleep in the car was great just gave me that time for me. When I was eventually to wake I was horrified.
No longer in the car, I was in bed and it wasn't mine. Under a red duvet in king size bed I was certainly in the wrong bed. My eyes adjusted to bright light of sun coming in a through a full length floor to ceiling window. Once adjusted I got my bearings it was bedroom and quite a large one, bigger than Anya's flat. Scouring the room. With football memorabilia on the walls, games console, a massive flat screen tv and pictures of half naked celebs on wall. This was clearly a boys room. "Oh fuck" is all I could say. My next step was to check I hadn't done anything stupid. Pushing the duvet off me I was shocked to see me still in bra and leggings. My hoodie, trainers and socks were off but the rest of me was still dressed.
Leaning over the side of the bed I saw them neatly placed next to each other. With my works bag sitting right next to them. The other side of bed was untouched no rustle perfectly undisturbed. A note was left at my side of the bed it read. *hey Belle, sleep as long as you like but when hungry come through and I'll make you something. James xx*. Thinking how sweet I leaped out of bed and made my way out of his room.
