Chapter 4.3
7th January
Slut uses her head and makes a mint
The previous night had been quiet and I was stood down at midnight and went straight to bed. I woke before the lark at just after six. I thought about lying in but I was too restless. I always sleep in the nip with the curtains drawn and a window ajar. I went to said window to check the outside temperature. Although it was still dark or a least as dark as London ever gets, I could see frost on the grass.
I padded down the corridor to the bathroom. There was no need to put on clothes that early in the morning. I used the facilities and had a very quick intensely cold shower and was back in my room within five minutes.
I got dressed quickly. Two layers on top; tight crop top and looser long sleeve shirt, one layer on the bottom; multicoloured running tights. No knickers. And a bobble hat. I like to be cold when I run but I hate cold ears.
Living in a hotel, I did not need to worry about keys or telling someone where I was going. I tripped lightly down the stairs and grabbed some orange juice from the staff fridge and then bounced into the lobby, kissed Roy the night porter and let myself out the front door. I love running on the common early in the morning. Summer is of course best but at any time of the year I rarely have company apart from the odd insomniac dog walker, foxes, badgers, rabbits and lots of birds. Plus, the occasional stoat or weasel. The main problem in summer is being distracted and stopping to marvel at nature, which screws up my running times. I have never felt threatened and I reckon that most rapists are not early risers. I have various routes that I take. I usually like to take in at least one of the ponds and I like to see the ducks skating when they are frozen.
That morning I decided to take one of my short routes. I alternate long runs for stamina and short runs for strength. It was the turn of muscle bulk that day. Maintaining a Viking physique is hard work but enjoyable. I set off across the road at a fast lick. If I had tried that in the day time I would have ended spread thinly on the tarmac. If the traffic was moving that is. In the rush hour I would merely have been asphyxiated. Even frozen grass feels better that concrete and I headed straight for one of the woods. This part of the common was genuinely dark but I was familiar with the route and I had the misplaced confidence of the young. I was not however quite bold enough to run through in the dark, mainly for fear of tripping and breaking my neck against a tree trunk. I am blessed with natural clumsiness.
The mud path skirted the trees far enough for me to see an assailant had one been lurking. He would have to have been pretty fast to intercept me. As usual there was nobody hiding amongst the trees and I picked up speed across the open grass towards the little pond, the ducks, geese and swans were fluffed up on dry land and being London fowl assiduously ignored me.
I swung around the pond and headed in a long curve back to the hotel. The front door was unlocked. Roy had seen me on the CCTV.
"Twenty-two minutes and twenty seconds, Miss Cat. Close to your personal best."
Another advantage of living in a hotel. The night porters not only timed my runs and made sure I returned safely but kept a spreadsheet which I could show to my coach who thought all her girls were slackers. Another trip to the kitchen for a pint of water which I gulped down before refilling it and hopping up the stairs to the top floor. I was topless by the time I reached my bedroom and the tights came off in seconds. All were lobbed into my washing basket. I had laid my leotard on the bed and I slipped into it quickly, aware that I was cooling and my muscles were tightening.
The hotel has a well-equipped gym on the ground floor and a small weights room up the top amongst the old garrets. This floor has the old servants' rooms which is where I lived along with the rest of the live-in staff. Mum has a suite on the ground floor, closer to the action. The upstairs gym is available to guests but hardly used. I went there every day as did Dani and most of the live-in boys. Dani was prone to working out in the buff and would accommodate any erect penis that passed by, but I was shier. If I was feeling very daring I might wear a thong but I generally did not service my co-workers.
The gym had a Nautilus machine and a couple of benches with free weights but was otherwise pretty snug. It had a shower and some lockers. The hotel aircon did not extend to the top floor and the room always reeked of man sweat. As ever I shuddered and curled my nose. I really do not like the smell of human bodies which is my biggest professional challenge. I threw the windows open as wide as they would go, letting out some of the smell and letting the ice-cold morning air in. I set about my weight regime. This was fairly simple. I did all my muscle groups and chose weights that I could only just manage and kept going until my muscles screamed at me to stop. This kept me toned and was a moderate form of self harm. The pain also turned me on and would be followed by leisurely masturbation in my bed. Or rushed masturbation on a school day.
I do not do music when I do weights but the hammering of my own heart beat meant that I did not know how long the man had been watching me. The extreme tenting of his shorts suggested that he had not just stumbled upon me. He was a guest so my irritation quickly changed to customer service. I sat up and emitted a rather feeble.
"Hi."
He was young and American, dressed in loose shorts and a vest, muscular with an apparently very large penis.
"I am sorry if I disturbed you, miss. I was entranced by your body. Please carry on. Can I touch?"
He was nothing if not forward.
"Yes, I suppose," I replied, sensing financial advantage.
"How much?" he replied.
I suggested an outrageous fee which he accepted immediately. I gave him my name. He picked up the wall phone and spoke to Roy. The resident guests have their own code.
"Hi, Roy. This is Mr White. I had a shaving accident an Miss Chloe is cleaning up the mess. I am out of cash and I would like to tip her ten pounds."
That is what would appear on his official bill. It would be some orders of magnitude higher on the bill that he would actually pay.
