"You sure about this Eva?" I asked.
"What's not to be sure about, a grand in cash, of course I am sure Tanya, it's not like we've never had sex before, is it?"
"Yeah, but we were at school then."
"So?"
"Alright then?"
"Why are we doing this by the way?"
"That is a question you do not get to ask, and afterwards you don't mention it to anyone, ever."
"Alright, for fuck sake, no need to go on about it."
The club was off Tottenham Court Road, the Uber dropped us. There was a queue, but we were soon ushered to the front, much to the annoyance of some who'd been in line for who knows how long. The club was nice. Alright, it was more than nice, classy, and was currently the in place to be, and to be seen in. The two of us had spent the day being pampered, no expense spared, not of course that it was our money, Neil was paying, and Neil could afford it. Well he could afford me and that was saying something.
"So Tanya, this Neil, how come you know him?" Eva asked.
"Well," I began, "oh look two stools at the bar, come on."
We sat, and as soon as we did so the barman was there, taking our order. I looked at her, wondering what to say. I'd rehearsed it in my head a hundred times, but now, well now it seemed all wrong. I looked at her in the dress she been given for tonight, a designer cocktail dress, that fitted her like a glove, hugged her every curve, and showed her body off to perfection. I was used to wearing outfits like this, to me they were everyday work wear, but being with Eva made me release how much I took them for granted. The bling as well, ok none of it was real, but only a jeweller would know.
"Remember, don't get pissed Eva, this is work, OK!"
"For fuck sake Tanya, lighten up, fucking shit do see who that is over there!"
I looked, I knew the face, but couldn't put a name to him.
"Look Eva we're here for one guy, and one guy only, you know the deal," I told her.
We sipped our drinks, and ordered a second, when I saw him.
The club was buzzing, just the way I liked it. Plenty of talent to choose from, and big enough so as I didn't have to be bothered with the same ones again, like who wanted a woman who would only tie you down. I wanted to fuck them, not talk to them, unless it was to get into their knickers. I cast my eye about, then I saw them, two blondes at the bar, and they were both stunners, and by the look of them loaded, like I've been around enough birds to know class when I saw it, and right now I was looking at it. As I looked so they got up, taking their drinks and making their way to the gaming tables. Fucking shit, long legs, big tits, and blonde. They looked like they were over six feet tall, but the heels were a good six inches. I love tall women, and these were scoring ten out of ten in anyone's book.
We took our drinks through to the casino. I knew he'd clocked us, and just to be sure wiggled my bum. I had thought this was going to be difficult when Neil told me what he wanted. Well it wasn't for Neil, but a business partner of his, but it amounted to the same thing. I didn't like involving Eva, but that couldn't be helped, and now it was too late.
"Lets pay a little roulette," I said to her, "and remember our limit is three hundred any more is down to us."
"I've always wanted to do this, so this guy Neil, how do you know him?"
"Like I said, I do some occasional work for him." I said.
"You sleeping with him?" Eva asked.
"Sometimes," I said.
I watched as they played roulette, and not very well. A couple of no hopers interrupted whatever they were talking about, and they bushed him off. I knew I could do better, I wondered if I could split them, or if tonight was a night when I could have the both of them together. I could dream, but then again why not. The one in the halter neck suddenly got all excited, and I could see she had, had a win. I decided to bide my time.
"What does that mean, sometimes, oh fuck!"
"Six red!"
"Six red, that's me," Eva yelled.
The croupier pushed her winnings to her, she piled them up in front of her.
"Two vodka tonics," I said to a passing waiter.
She placed her chips again, and then watched as the wheel spun. She won again, small, but a win. The waiter brought our drinks, and I took one of her chips and tipped him.
"Hey, that's my money!"
"Talking of which we are here to do a job, so let us concentrate on that, shall we," I said.
"I am so sorry," a guy said, as Eva bumped into him.
"Not your fault," she said, ignoring him. Jesus fuck, it is him.
"Forgive my friend, it's her first time, and she thinks she in some James Bond movie," I said.
