Halloween History Facts

THE LAKES

 

Angie

Friday 27th March. 00.30hrs.

Daggies Night Club, Manchester.

It started as a normal Friday evening, music blaring trembling up from the souls of your feet to the top of your head. As usual the place was packed, people stood three to four deep at the bar as we struggled to serve them all. Out of the corner of me eye I caught site of my twin sister Charlie coming down the spiral stairs from the bosses office. Making her way across the crowded room she joined us behind the bar and continued to serve drinks. As we passed she shouted in my ear.

�We have been invited for drinks afterwards.�

Only half hearing what she had said I nodded in agreement.

Mouthing �OK�

It was nothing new for Charlie to for drinks with the boss she didn�t see him as threat as he was married and it was his wife�s father who had financed the night club. His father in law never came to the club but I understand that he has at least one club in London plus other business interests. Although it was no secret locally that the boss ran drugs and laundered the drug money through the club, that was a side that I hadn�t seen and really didn�t want to, Charlie had told be that there were guns in the boss�s office and all kinds of things happened in there but yet Charlie has always been one for over exaggerating.

Basically she was his bit of rough who he called upon when ever he found the time. Don�t get me wrong I don�t think that she was under any illusion that it could go any further than that, but he did buy her presents, expensive presents. So it was quite obvious what she was doing for him. If you get what I mean!! The rest of the evening went without incident and our invitation went to the back of my mind.

 

Angie

Friday 27th March. 02.30hrs.

Daggies Night Club, Manchester.

The club was now empty apart for us staff tidying the bar and a group of bouncers the DJ�s decks finishing their drinks. Standing up straight have finished cleaned some of the coolers for the bottled beers Charlie said;

�Ready then?�

I looked at her puzzled.

�To go upstairs, stupid!�

�Yes I suppose, ready as I shall ever be.�

Don�t get me wrong I�m no prude I have been around the block a few times but when somebody of dubious reputation invites you and your identical twin for a drink it isn�t difficult to work out their intentions. Taking my bag from under the bar which had my change of clothing in it. We had to wear the club�s uniform which had no pockets, to stop theft can you imagine!

Following her up the stairs the bouncers put their bottles on the bar and jovially shouted to us; �Good night.�

Laughing as they went through the exit.

Charlie knocked on the door. A voice from within said:

�Come.�

Pushing the door we went into a room, a room which I had never been into before. The predominant colour was maroon, there were no windows. A large fish tank stood to the left which gave the room its only source of illumination. To the right a safe which was open containing packages of white powder, neatly bundled stacks of tens and twenty pound notes.

Directly in front stood a large desk with more bundles of cash stacked upon it. Behind the desk sat the boss.

�Come on, close the door behind you.�

I did as he had requested, in the mean time Charlie had gone behind the desk and had started to stroke his hair. With a little bit of hesitancy I approached the desk.

�I won�t keep you long. Do you know what I want?�

Looking at Charlie who smiled and nodded at me, as she kept stroking his hair.

�I have an idea.�

�Oh don�t worry about Charlie she�s agreeable. After all its just a one off. A bit of fun!. I�ll even make it worth your while! Monies always a helpful thing to have, don�t you agree?�

Not daring to speak as a muscle in my leg began to spasm. Having picked up a bundle of twenties he threw it at me. Bending to the right I caught it.

�There�s two grand there, count it if you want.� The money would be more than helpful. Two grand and its only a shag! Without a further word I let the bundle fall to the floor and started to take off my trousers. For Christ sake two grand for a shag and what if I refused! Charlie kept stroking his hair as he remained seated and began to undo down his trousers.

Now just dressed in a tee-shirt I started to walk around the desk.

�Doesn�t the tee-shirt come off for two grand?�

Having pulled the tee-shirt over my head he reclined in his chair. Having walked around the desk. Standing astride him I lowered myself onto him, his hands gripping by bum nearly to un-comfort. Watching Charlie as I built a rhythm she smiled at me.

� I�m thinking some new clothes maybe a holiday?�

�Great!� I replied

�Touch each other up. Play with each other tits.�

�Not so rough Charlie, that hurts.�

�He�s certainly enjoying it! If the noise is anything to go by�

The noises that he is making are a little disturbing, fuck it he�s enjoying himself. Building the rhythm this was the most enjoyable two grand I�d ever made! Suddenly his hands went from my bum.

�Stop Angie there�s something wrong!�

�Fuck off I haven�t finished myself. Heaven isn�t far away. Yes, yes, yes!!!

Charlie standing back from the chair looking shocked. His head is to one side and he�s turned blue.

�Fuck you don�t think he�s?�

�See if he�s got a pulse.�

�No! Help me off I can�t touch him�

�What we going to do.�

�Shut up I�ll think whilst I� getting dressed. Where your bag?�

�Right fill the bags with cash.�

�What about the drugs.�

�No leave them, the cash is enough.�

�Why don�t we just ring for an Ambulance no the Police will be here as well!�

�Are you totally stupid, a dead body, drugs and all this cash. The Police would think that their birthdays and Christmas�s had all come at once.

�I wonder how much cash there is here.�

�We�ll count it later. Right I�ll put my shoes on and we�ll get out of here.�

 

Angie

Friday 27th March. 06.30hrs.

Ladies Toilets the National Bus Station. Leeds.

�Are you sure that we should have stolen that car.�

�That�s probably our best move so far. It will take them days to find out from that burnt out wreck that its from Manchester. We needed to get away quickly. If anybody the Police or the anybody to do with the club are after us they will be looking for two girls with long dark hair. So we shall divide the money and split up. You get the first bus out and I�ll get the second. Doesn�t matter where they are going, we just need to move. Its harder to hit a moving target.�

�Moving target! I don�t like the word target!�

�As soon as you get to where the bus takes you get your hair cut shorter and get it dyed then catch another bus somewhere else.�

�Where?�

�I don�t know anywhere!�

�What about all my stuff in my flat. I�ll have to go and collect it.�

�No you mustn�t. Buy new, you�ve got enough money for fuck�s sake! Just take it easy for a few weeks and then if you need get a job, not on the books if you can manage it. The big no, no, is don�t be flash. Don�t draw attention to yourself. � �Where are you going to go to?�

�Its for the best that we don�t know where each other are. Just in-case one of us gets caught.�

�Do you think anybody will be after us?�

�We will be on the clubs security cameras, I doubt if there would have been any in his office. The club will have to call the Police when they find him but they certainly won�t tell them about the cash what as gone missing. The Police will want to contact us about disappearing.�

�But we didn�t kill him. Did we!�

�No we didn�t but the club will want money and the Police will want more information. Come on lets get this money sorted. You count that bag I�ll count this.�

�How much have you got?�

�Haven�t finished yet.�

�There�s one hundred and seventy thousand in here.�

�Hold on. Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty and sixty-five. That�s it. Two hundred and sixty five thousand, shit!!�

�If you give me forty five thousand then we are right. Sounds great saying that doesn�t it?�

�Two hundred and twenty thousand each, they are not going to be happy with us!�

�I don�t suppose they are.�

An announcement came through the public address system that boarding was about to commence for the bus to Birmingham.

�That�s you. I�ll wait in here a few more minutes, remember they are looking for two not one.�

We kissed each other on the cheeks.

�Good bye and good look.�

�Yes and you, take care.�

Charlie said as she left. I watched the door until it closed behind her.

 

Angie

Wednesday 1st April. 12.30hrs.

The Grand Hotel, Newcastle.

The past few days I have been living the high life. Often I have worked in hotels and was always ore of the guests been waited upon. Saturday morning was fun ordering a Full English in bed, accompanied by the daily papers. Notice papers and not paper, well I have the cash! Excited as I was at the thrill of ringing an order through to the hotel reception. Although when the knock came upon the door, an arrogance that I had built in anticipation which I had mustered suddenly left me when I shouted �Enter!� A woman, a woman something similar to my mother entered the room with the trolley. Stubbing out my cigarette. Then at one point I tried to assist her, a thing which had happened to me very infrequently in the past.

My time in Newcastle has been spent building a new wardrobe for myself plus I have bought myself a nifty little four by four, its second hand I wanted new but if you go to a main dealership alarm bells ring if you wish to make your purchase with cash. They seem to thing that it is dirty money! Well who am I trying to kid, it is!

I rang Sylvia she works at a hotel in the Lake District where I worked last summer she has managed to get me a job as a chambermaid for the summer season. Well it will keep me out of trouble for the summer, I cannot possibly keep on spending cash like I am at present, plus I need to occupy my time.

 

Alice

Friday 3rd April. Lunchtime. A suburb in North London.

Hi, my names Alice, it has taken several months out of my life to write what you are now reading which I hope that you will enjoy reading as I did writing, as well as bringing back good as well as bad memories. It started with a chance meeting with Laura, an old friend from school days well a little more than friends as I am sure that you will see as we go through the book, whom I have invited to their comment at various stages of the book in her own prose as well as others as they appear, as you will see events are viewed differently from different stand points. An ex-lover Laura, my first lover in fact; whom I had lost contact with for over twenty years, the chance meeting bringing me to recall on old lovers and even make new.

Maybe fate reunited us or maybe it was just meant to be. Walking down the high street, an average Friday lunchtime in April still feeling a little hung over from the night previous. Not as I get into this state frequently. Not paying much to anything in general; when a voice from behind said;

�Oh my god it is, it is Alice isn't it, I haven�t seen you in years!�

Turning around our eyes met, I could sense her eyes give me the once over; top to bottom, me doing the same in return. I felt scruffy dressed in an old pair of trainers, leggings that made my bum look hugh and a well-worn denim jacket with a 'fuck art lets dance' badge. Compared to Laura�s tailored suite.

�How are you doing? I heard that you earning a living out of writing and a comedienne, or is that that what you funny people call yourselves these days? I have seen you on the television. How marvellous to see you!�

�Yes eighteen years now, I would have got less for murder. Yes comedienne is what we call ourselves for our troubles. Are you still teaching?�

�Yes still slogging away, it keeps food on the table and the wolves away from the door.�

We paused and looked each other up and down before Laura spoke.

�Fancy a bite to eat?�

I looked at Laura with a smile on my face before replying.

�Yes, yes I would love too, I know a lovely little bistro, it's just round the corner, and it�s only a few minutes walk from here�

Again giving her the once over. She walked confidentially, she has lost weight and everything thing looks pert and firm and I have put it on, Bitch! Taller than I remembered. But people do grow and I have definitely grown in the wrong directions; hair shortly cropped and dyed, an unnatural looking blonde that I do know from experience she isn�t, she must of spilt the full bottle on her head, a tad over done I think. Expensive three quarter length camel coat with well-tailored black pinstripe trousers, ankle boots with the thinnest stiletto heels that I had probably ever seen. It must be painful having ones feet in those. Looking at her stature I guess she must workout at the gym frequently, unlike me, just a fat slob.

As we walked my thoughts went back to the late nineteen seventies, the hot summer of 1977, the invasion of the ladybirds, punk rock and the Queens Silver Jubilee. I suppose it started in pure innocence, the odd cuddle, and the touch that wasn�t un-welcomed. Clearly now I remember the evening when things went further, we would have been about fifteen or fourteen I cannot remember exactly, living in one of the more affluent district in one of the countries larger cities, studying for our 'O' levels our teenage years were spent in a 'safe' environment. Having sleep over�s at each other�s houses, listening to records (there were no such things as CD's in those days) and indulging in girly chat. On one particular evening Laura was staying over at my parents house. Neither of us had any qualms about getting undressed in front of the other, we shared the same single bed and things evolved from there on rapidly. Continuing for several months and turning to passion until the event that shaped our lives that of when my mother eventually caught us out in the literally raw.

 

Laura

Friday 3rd April. Lunchtime, a suburb in North London.

Yes Friday afternoon or late morning it would have been, walking down the high street when I saw this arse in front, in fact rather a large arse in front of me, which I thought I recognised (I have a thing about recognising arses rather than faces, which I suppose on reflection says a lot about me!) then it clicked it was Alice. I called out to her. On the second shout she turned around, with a look of shock on her face. I looked her up and down, she had certainly put on the weight, her dress sense was some to be desired, I think scruffy would be the best description. My mind briefly wondered back those years, we certainly did spend some time in the sack together. I still can�t believe the weight she has put on. Surely she can�t have had children? Any way she invited me for something to eat, what the hell I was hungry anyway. Who knows where things may lead!

 

Alice

Friday 3rd April. Lunchtime, a suburb in North London.

Arriving at the bistro, Laura appeared strident almost fierce, when without consultation at the bar ordered food and drinks for the both of us, it comes with the job I suppose assertiveness, teaching you know and all that. To the left and right, dressed in the usual fashion the office workers having their Friday lunch in the Bistro. All appeared to stare at us as we crossed the room, following the waiter. October light streamed through the steamed-up windows. The smell of overdone beef burger and lasagne, which incidentally was the Friday �special�, that�s according to the blackboard as we entered the foyer. For a moment the room swam before my eyes as I tried to focus on the situation. We sat at the table, which the waiter had shown us to. Like two actors we played our scene impersonally, until the waiter brought the menu then, and only then was the ice broken.

�Bottle of house red and a lasagne for two to share, that�s alright with you isn�t it?�

Looking a little bemused I replied.

�Yes yes fine great�

The waiter returned struggling with a bottle of wine along with two glasses on his tray. He poured us each a glass of wine before going into the kitchen, which was situated in a room behind the bar. Having taken a sip of wine I asked.

�Tell me what's happened to you since we last met?�

Laura leaned forward, intrigued, giving me her utter undivided attention.

�It�s a long tale to tell. Well we moved to Dorset, I went of to University after the Six Form, taken there and back would you believe, then Teacher Training, got married.�

�Got married! That�s incredible!�

�I bet you can guess that it was not consummated, no I didn�t give him the chance. after all the pain of the divorce, lived quite happily up north for a few years. Eventually I moved back up here for a few months ago.�

�My god, that�s terrible, how long were you married for?�

�Six months we were together, but these things take absolutely ages to get sorted out completely.�

�Any relationships since?�

�Mainly one night stands, you know how it is, no hassles, no hang ups, I have to be careful with my job, although having said that my last relationship lasted three years, you can't really come out as a teacher, you can but it's just not worth the hassle, kids other members of staff, especially members of staff the majority are homophobic, and if they pickup on something tongue soon start to wagging, but also living which somebody and working at the same place heterosexual or homosexual is not a healthy thing, it isn�t really worth the bother, and you what have you been doing with your life? Do tell all the gory details! Just hang on a minute, I'll order another bottle of wine�.

She beckoned the waiter over and without a word pointed to the nearly empty bottle of wine; he nodded his acknowledgement of her request and disappeared back into the kitchen. I was amazed even shocked, not having seen Laura for all these years, I could feel myself opening up, which is a very peculiar thing for me to do, I am normally very, very reserved. It was though I had gone into automatic my gob took over from my brain. But it was a good feeling.

At this point the waiter arrived with a large bowl of lasagne, together with two plates, first placing the bowl of lasagne in the centre of the table and a plate in front of each of us. I began to speak while each of us was filling our plates from the bowl.

�Finished school as soon as could, I really had had enough! Taking on a job as nanny, that�s when I met Celia, some thirty years older than myself. At first I thought her a bit of a laugh, a joker but oh boy how wrong I was. So much for first impressions! I was staying in a bed-sit but after a few months I moved in with her. She was an out and out butch, of quite a large build, not pretty in any sense of the word. She literally 'kept' me, but without doubt with a price to pay. We went on all the gay liberation marches together, me wearing my sling backs.

Celia worked as a G.P.; her practice at nearby Kensington, so the money that I aren�t as a nanny was really just pocket money for myself, which I suppose was quite good really. I would take her breakfast in bed every morning, except Sunday, when we slept in. Dinner was at seven o'clock prompt, which I cooked every evening and serve to her with in the dinning room A kind grand Victorian kind of set up, if you know what I mean, but what really annoyed me is that I had to eat mine in the kitchen; she said that she couldn�t eat in-front of other people. When I had eaten it was for me to collect the plates wash-up and put everything away. Don't forget I was seventeen when I went into the relationship, television wasn�t allowed only from nine until eleven o'clock on an evening about from Tuesdays and Thursdays when I had to bath her. Quarter past eleven every evening she would go to the bedroom to change for bed, half past eleven on the dot she would call for me to say that she was ready; I would go in and undress at her side of the bed, making sure that I placed everything on hangers and placing them meticulously in the wardrobe before getting into bed.

Please don�t get me wrong the sex was great, she bought me a fantastic wardrobe of clothes, lace, silks, all designer labels, mind you I didn�t have as much weight on me in those days. Anyway we went on some brilliant, holidays abroad, all top hotels, not these package holiday things, always the best seats at the theatre and a car after I had past my driving test.

I remember one evening, I served her dinner wearing a pair of trousers that I had just bought, I put her plate in front of her, she looked up at me and said �either the trousers go or you go, your choice dear! If you choose, if do decide to go please could you leave within the next five minutes, in just what you are wearing now, thank you�. I looked at the material things that I owned; quickly I decided to stay. Went to upstairs to the bedroom and changed into a skirt. Nothing more was mentioned about the incident afterwards.�

Laura laughed looked me straight in the eyes with a big brown eyes, the waiter arrived with a second bottle of wine, has the waiter was leaving, she sat back in her chair and said.

�Strange isn�t it how one never forgets their first, I've often thought of you. Anyway you were saying, what happened to Celia?�

Taking a mouthful of lasagne followed by a drink of wine to wash it down with to allow myself to speak. �It just fizzled out, probably me growing older.�

�Yes that�s what usually happens when there is a large age difference. Then of course their complacence which eventually turns to boredom.�

�I took all the clothes that she had bought me and moved into a bed-sit in Camden, still working as a nanny it was all that I could afford, what was once my pocket money now I had to live on. It was from that bed-sit that I wrote my first book, which took me a year to write and another year to get published. From there everything took off. Following the book been published three plays for television plus freelances regularly for three magazines. At last then I could pack in been a nanny I could support myself comfortably from my writing.

I had been on my own for about three years, when I met Jenny, a nurse, she was nineteen years old when we met and nineteen stone, also she had a hugh and I mean hugh sex drive, we were at particularly all the time that we were alone together which for some reason gave me inspiration for my writing. After a couple of weeks we moved into an apartment together in Islington, at this time I had a massive alcohol problem, I would think nothing of working through the night until Jenny came home at about seven, she worked shifts, having several bottles of wine and a bottle of whisky.

Then to bed rise at about four in the afternoon, make our way to the pub for something to eat and drink eating out saved on cooking, I used the oven has a cupboard.

Jenny would go off back to work at seven, we had both be come very much nocturnal, I was a functional drunk, if you know what I mean, nobody could tell that I was pissed, ok you could be smell it on me, if I had a meeting I'd lay off the drink a few days before, so as I suppose I was pretty clever in hiding it.�

Laura, pouring herself a glass of wine from the second bottle, looked at me and said in low but quite voice. Changing the topic of conversation completely.

�I love it when you see a woman wearing light coloured clothes especially satin or crepe, where you can see there underwear underneath, that�s if they haven�t gone commando, or when one can see a gee-string coming over a pair of trousers when there sat down, great!"

Quite shocked with what Laura had just shared with me I replied.

�To tell you the truth I don�t really look.�

�Oh there�s nothing like babe watching! Everyone does it!

�I always thought that babe was a pig in that film!�

Putting her glass carefully down, and leaned closer towards me and continued.

�Oh yes! Swimming baths, fantastic just parading in the showers and changing rooms, one can guarantee to see some pussy, in the raw so to speak.�

�Oh! I would never even dream of doing anything like that, I don�t really like my body been seen, when I go to the baths and that�s not very often I tend to find a quite corner and face the wall.�

Laura responded quickly.

�We shall have to go to the baths together one day, I'll soon change you from been a prude, but the best and I mean the best is a message parlour, not some seedy back street kind of place, something upmarket, a hotel with a parlour.� With the way Laura was speaking and her body language, it was obvious that this was a come on. Becoming aware that my more than ample bosom was been observed, with my eyes I looked to the table, raising them slowly they met with Laura's sparkling brown eyes, we exchanged smiles, I said.

�You've lost a lot of weight since we last saw each other; I suppose that a lot of that would have been puppy fat. How do you keep so slim?�

�I just workout a lot at the gym. The weight you have put on suites you, you carry it well�.

�Thank you�. I snapped back. Glaring at Laura trying desperately trying to change the subject, I could feel my face glowing with embarrassment; I tried my best to say confidently with a bit of look.

�How did you go on with been married; one nightstands or what; he must have at least tried to have had sex with you?�

Laura taking hold of her glass and in a jovial voice continued.

�Well he tried, bless him for the six weeks, he had no trouble in getting excited, it's just that I couldn�t as I'm sure you can imagine. To piss him off completely I started buying �toys�, he would hide them from me or through them away, so I would use my fingers instead until I bought some more and so the circle went round and around.

�Help me please do what I don�t quite understand, why get married in the first place?�

�Family pressure I suppose, anyway I thought that it would be a good idea to see how the other side live, whish I wouldn�t have bothered reflecting upon it now.�

We had now both finished our lasagne and the second bottle of wine was half empty. I'm struggling to absorb all this; she must be a complete bitch or just absolutely hate men. Not particularly like in them I don�t hate them. With a hunger to find out more asked.

�Didn�t he notice that you were gay before you got married or turn violent?�

�As I said earlier I went along with no sex before marriage, as for violence, that only happened towards the end of the relationship, well if you could call it a relationship.�

I was gob smacked hastily I leaned even further forward and said;

�That�s incredible and I thought I had a rough ride of it!�

Our eyes in close contact, a silence lasted what seemed forever but in reality it was probably only a few seconds, Laura broke the silence. �Are you working on a book at the moment, I have read your last two.�

�We�ll two out of three isn�t bad I suppose. Did you enjoy them?�

�Certainly interesting reading, not the general outlook upon matters.�

�At present I�m working on rather a long piece it should run at over two hundred thousand words. The way that I work is setting the length of a piece of work, it�s a little like an athlete knowing the distance that has to be run. Set in the Lake District in the present time. It is about a couple holidaying there, a gay couple obviously and their reaction to been out of the city and out of their normal routine and how the countryside is years behind in so many ways, some good, and some bad.

It also tries to portray other people�s reaction to them. Which incidentally is quite interesting but I won�t tell you too much I change things as I go along.�

�Is there any sex in it?�

�I try to keep sex out as much as I can or treat it in such away that it is discreet. But I certainly don�t try to hide the fact that the couple do have sex. I know sex sells but to have a hope of been in the best top twenty sellers with gay sex you are on a limb. At the end of the day I�m not a porn writer.

I go up to the Lakes as often as I can, I call it research, but that�s my excuse. The problem that I am having at the moment is describing the mountains, streams and lakes. One can really get carried away and you end up sounding like Wordsworth. Personally I�m not a lover of poetry but I persevere the best that I am able.�

�Listen I have an idea, tell me to get lost if you wish, what do you think to having dinner this evening at my place, make it a bit of a dressy affair, what do you think? I don�t make it a habit inviting people back for dinner but it is not actually our first date. Is it a date?�

She said taking an address card from her inside pocket and pushing in to my hand. Inquisitively I asked.

�Thank you but how do you mean dressy? I think we can call it a date, that would be good.�

�You know, formal maybe something strappy, you know the kind of thing, shall we say seven thirty for eight.�

We both stood up kissed each other in turn on the cheek, walked to the bar paid the bill, walked through the door said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

 

Laura

Pretty disgusting bistro and meal but so what! Don�t get me wrong it was really great to see Alice but my god she�s put weight on, maybe to much weight. I like the larger woman it gives one something to hold on to, if you get what I mean. Although I must admit I do prefer someone younger, thinner, basically a babe! Who doesn�t? A good idea a second meeting who knows what it could lead to, should end in shag anyway. Oh don�t get me wrong I�m not some kind of slag but one gets what one can when one can. Doesn�t one! Anyway I cannot remember of having sex with someone of that build! It should be interesting. Although to be perfectly honest I didn�t care much for her books, I didn�t buy them I got them from the library and read them more out of curiosity. Probably to check if I was in them or not!

 

Angie

Thursday 2nd April. 12.00hrs.

The Ulleswater Hotel, The Lake District.

It is really nice to sit in the hotel lounge, staff aren�t allowed in here, but seeing that I don�t become a member of staff until one o�clock. So far I have had quit a cold welcoming ah hold on Sylvia is coming over towards me. �I was really surprised to hear from you, I didn�t expect you back this year. I thought that you would have moved on to bigger and better things. Excuse me if I don�t sit down, you know the rules!�

�Yes only to well. I�ve had a really cold reception from the people that I have seen so far.�

�Not surprising after last year didn�t half put it about a bit, didn�t you?�

�Yes I suppose I did.�

�Try as I might I couldn�t get you your own job back on reception, management would not wear it. Besides they have set a bloke on, he starts tomorrow, god forbid!�

�Have you seen my set of wheels?�

�Oh there yours! There is quite a crowd of the staff looking at them.�

�Honestly!�

�What have you done to your hair dear? It does suit you, I think. Anyway I�ll have to get off catch you later.�

�Could I ask a small favour of you?�

�Yes asking costs nothing.�

�I need to put a bag in the hotel safe. It is rather large.�

�How large.�

�Its this one.�

I pulled it from under the table. I didn�t think it wise leaving it in the four by four or in the �cell� they called a room that I would be placed in.

�That�s no problem. Yes we must chat more later. Bye.�

She said picking up the bag and left.

�Bye.� I replied.

 

Sean

Friday 3rd April. Lunchtime.

Somewhere on the M6 heading north from Liverpool.

Hi my names Sean I�m looking out of the window of the coach, I�m thinking of what has brought me here. the second son of a family living in Eire, there was no future for me there, besides there had been family trouble, that I will not go into at this present time. I�m not here to seek my fortune although that would be nice. I do not possess the stupity to think that the streets are paved with gold, just the opportunity to get by whilst enjoying myself. Ok my contract at the hotel is firstly for six months through the summer then we, we been me and my employer look at whether the contract should be extended. Been given a pittance for pay at least the food and lodgings are provided. Coming across on the ferry had been rough to say the least, been sick most of the way wasn�t helpful. Like the taxi driver that took me from the docks to Liverpool Lime Street Coach Station as soon as they hear your Irish acccent and see your suitcases they think that you are just off the ferry. Well I was just off the ferry, fifteen quid he charged me, fifteen fucking quid I could have walked it in ten minutes.

Most of the passengers on the coach are asleep. Rain pours down the windows as I look down on the car roofs as we hurtle pass them I think and the sound of the water running through the tyres treads kicking up spray at the cars. I�ll try and get some sleep.

Movement of the coach awakes me; it is still poring down with rain. We are in a Coach Station; the noise of the alarm to signal that the coach is reversing awakens the rest of the passengers who then start to gather their belongings from the racks above our heads. Again looking out of the window there is a sign upon a brick wall, which reads �Ambelside�. Like the rest of the passengers I start to gather by belongings. Outside the driver goes to the crowd which are looking for their cases. Surround by the crowd unloading the luggage; I go and join the rain drenched crowd.

It is four o�clock, the hotel is sending somebody to collect me at five and I do not really wish to stand around a cold and wet Coach Station its fucking freezing. there�s a pub just across the way I�ll go to the pub!

Barging my way through the crowd with a case in each hand as people block my progress to the pub. The pub is crowded with tourists sheltering from the rain, having ordered my pint I sit in the corner a suitcase either side of me, water dripping from me as I make my pint last the best part of an hour.

 

Charlie

Friday 3rd April.

Hairdressers Oxford Street. London

Teatime.

A skinny black girl of similar age stood behind the reception desk.

�Good evening do I need an appointment?�

�It depends on what you are after at this time of day we close in an hour Madame?�

�I would like it all off every single bit. Then I would like my head shaving, that shouldn�t take long should it?�

�No but it would be a shame to do that to your hair. Have you had a drink?�

�How much?�

�Thirty pounds!�

�There�s one hundred now will you do it?�

�I never said that we wouldn�t. Come take a seat over here.�

The hairdressers reaction certainly changed having seen my cash. Having sat me down in the seat she began to hack off my hair. Through the mirror in-front of me I could see the shop grind to a halt as both staff and customers watched in horror. My hair hacked off she ran some kind of electrical device over my head before putting shaving foam on it the going over with a sharp razor. When all the foam had come off she had a polish my head with what at first looked like furniture polish.

�You can take this spray with you. You�ll have to shave your head every couple of days to keep up with it, or come back here if you want.�

�I don�t know I shall have a think about it. Bye.�

�Bye.�

 

Alice

Friday 3rd April. At home.

Teatime.

I don�t really recall the journey home, to many things going through my head, not as though it is of any relevant consequence anyway. My mind on the evening ahead, what shall I wear? What the hell are we going to talk about? I think we exhausted conversation this lunch time, shit what if we end up in bed, after all it's not what you would actually call a first date, is it?

I had a bath it was rather nice, it's not often that I take time out to relax in a hot tub, candles lighting the room, flickering shadows moving across the ceiling combined with the smell of jasmine joss sticks mingling with a over fragrant bath oil, providing a cocktail of armour to the room. Opened a bottle of chilled wine. For background, chilled out to a selection of Mozart.

I spread my legs over the sides, letting the water push against me, watched it circle around my breasts, letting my head drop slowly back against the bath edge. Sometimes it's wonderful being femme, to know clearly what your lovers had been saying over the years, to know what brought on their wetness and how to slip ones hand under them so that they began moving. Not that it was a routine; every time was different, at least at the beginning. Again I remembered the first time with Laura, my god how my body has changed, she has blossomed, tall and slender, everything pert, well proportioned, obviously spends a small fortune on clothes. I have to lift a fold to see where my triangle use to be, boobs hang nearly to the same fold when I take my bra off.

Slowly raising myself from the bath, emerging from the heat. Sometimes life was hard, sometimes the loneliness bore down like a lead sky, but tonight I felt good. Slowly drying myself, I then sat on the toilet seat, running my nails over my lips. Long ago I had learned that lovemaking was a combination of bodies angles and curves, and pushing their boundaries, she is as it were cocktail of my past lovers, which may be a good thing. Although I'm young deep down at heart, I love been dominated, been penetrated whatever or aphis, sorry I have not mentioned that before, I enjoy, I am not just telling myself that! Going through to the bedroom, in front of the wardrobe mirrors naked, I dry myself removing any unwanted hair, moisturising myself completely, leaving my hair to dry naturally, so as to give plenty of small curls. Having opened the wardrobe doors, take out an embroided body shaper with thong, together with a plain short cerise dress, having put them on I look in the mirror. God I could almost fancy myself.

Sitting at the dressing table I select a piece of Mozart, to replace the previous. Sitting at the dressing table I applied the make-up the way that I have done for more years than I care to remember. Taking a pink theme to me eyes and lips. I do love pink. then inspiration stay-ups, black seventy denier, I rolled them on as I sat looking in the mirror. From the draw in-front of me I took out a dark pink shawl, stood up put it around me and again looked in the wardrobe mirrors, perfection, perfection, perfection. I hope you don�t mind me talking like this, but I think that I am getting to know you. Slouching myself on the bed I phoned for a taxi to arrive at seven o�clock.

In the kitchen I helped myself to a glass of wine. Time passed quickly when I heard the sound of a car horn outside, graciously I stood up, walked to the kitchen mirror, checked my make-up, arranged the shawl, picked up the hand-bag. Locking the door behind me I went out to the taxi, after giving the driver Laura�s address we were off. the drive took about twenty minutes, driving down a wooded avenue with large Victorian houses at either side with equally large gardens. The cab stopped outside a house with a large gravel driveway, I could see the curtain twitching.

�That�s sixteen quid�. Said the taxi driver.

�I�ll give you twenty if you open the door for me, how�s that sound?

�Fair does.�

I gave him the money and has he said he got out and opened the door for me. I thanked him and started walking the best that I could up the drive-way, gravel crunching at every step, I really do wish that I hadn�t worn such high stiletto�s, this was hard work. The taxi had drove off by the time that I had reached the door; there was a large bell to the right probably the original from when the house was built. Having rang it, waited for a minute until a female answered it. Slender built, espanic looking, I would say that she was in her late teens or early twenties, dressed in a traditional starchy maid�s outfit.

�Ms Alice, Mam Laura waiting for you in the easy room, please�.

Indicating me to follow her along the hallway, which had small-framed pencil drawings of nude women from floor to ceiling. I think out of embarrassment I did not pay much attention. Call it femme intuition or what but I couldn�t but look how the cloth of her dress clung highlighting her pert bum.

A large marble fireplace, with a large study of a female nude, dominated entering a room the room opposite. Alcoves symmetrical with the fireplace again had large but different nude studies, there was something not quite true about them but I just couldn�t put my finger on it. Sorry I probably phrased that incorrectly! Terrible when that happens. My attention was taken to the right hand corner of the room, which was taken by probably the largest television that I had ever seen. Laura was getting up from a long red leather sofa, dressed in a champagne satin ruffled blouse and the tightest pair of leather trousers (they must have been painted on!) and leaving nothing to the imagination. Cigarette in holder, walking over to me she put her arms out and we embraced.

�Darling welcome�. then kissed me on the cheeks, I returned the gesture, and then she took one step back and clapped her hands.

�Maria leave�. She barked out harshly. Closing the door behind her Maria the maid left the room.

�Wow you look amazing!�

�You too�. I really do hate saying that it sounds like an Irish rock band. Smiling she stepped back towards me, put her arms around my shoulders, then kissed me on the lips. I stood there limp unknowing what to do. She withdrew, our eyes met and without words we were tongues a joined, until Laura withdrew.

�Later maybe.� she said. Gesturing for me to sit at the end of the sofa nearest the door that I had entered by. Laura flounced herself down at the other end; the sound of leather on leather filled the room. Taking a cigarette from its packet she placed it in her holder, lit it and theatrically took a drag from it. Leaning forward perched on the edge of the sofa, legs together said in a quite, calm collective manner.

�I must apologise for not telling you about Maria, she cooks and cleans for me. It is handy for her as she lives a mile or so away and before you ask no I haven�t it is purely an employer employee relationship. Although she has got a rather nice arse!�

�Yes I certainly did notice�. I replied with a chuckle in my voice.

�Would you like a cigarette?�

�No thank you, I haven�t for years�

�Port?�

�Thank you that would be nice�.

 

Sean

17.00hrs. Ambelside Coach Station.

Managing to make a pint, a rather nice pint I might add, last nearly an hour I dragged my cases back to the Coach Station. Sheltering from the rain, the clouds were dark and low creating an antagonistic light and an atmosphere within the air. Stood shivering, my hands and feet had gone numb when a white mini bus drove into the now empty Coach Station. A geezer dressed in waiters uniform came over to me.

�Hello I�m Dave you must be Sean.�

He said in a Liverpool accent.

�I must be.�

As I was the only person there.

�Here I�ll help you get your cases in the mini bus.�

Having done this he climbed into the drivers seat opened the door for me I clambered in and sat next to him. We started our journey. He was somewhat reckless in his driving as we sped through the town.

�Have you ever been to the Lakes before?�

�No this is my first day in Britain.�

�Everybody will be busy with dinner and Friday night arrivals when we get to the hotel, so you�ll have the evening to get know the place. We all get together at the end of the evening in the Hikers bar and have a few bevies, well I say all, all but the odd few and believe me there are some odd folk on staff. I have been told to give you some of the rules, whilst we are on the journey so that you don�t drop a bollocks on your first day so to speak.�

Not daring to answer I let him continue as did seem a little fearsome.

�We work six days on three days off. At the end of your six-day shift you get paid so then you�ll have nine days before you get paid again. You can�t have a bar bill or a sub on your wage. Unless you like the mountains there�s nothing else to do so there is overtime if you want it.

The day starts at six in the morning, until eleven. Then five until ten unless your kitchen staff or a chambermaid, which you�re not. So you have time in the afternoon to do something. Working on reception you have your own room, well they call it a room it is more of a cell. There is no fraternising with the guests, well that�s if your not caught but believe me it is not worth it you get given you P45 straight away. Female staff do well for tips all they have to do is roll their eyes. We mere males of the species struggle along on our meagre wage. They are the ones with the money, well they have more money than sense. Oh you can shag them, no one can fail to shag them especially Angie I think everyone on Staffs had her. She came back yesterday, god she was a handful last year, this time she�s driving a flash four by four. Who knows it maybe your lucky night !

The windscreen wipers at full as we climbed the twisting road upwards and onwards.

�Everybody knows everybody else�s business, you only need to fart in your room and it is known all around the hotel before you even have chance to smell it. There are two pubs in the village you can try getting off with their staff, but for fuck sake don�t try it with the locals they hate us. Some work at the hotel but you can easily tell who they are. It�s a real them and us situation. I suppose that when you look at it its funny, pathetic really.

We are the top of the pass now; I wonder how long it will be before you come out of this valley again? Its worse than been shipwrecked on a desert island, except the weather isn�t as good here that�s why they call the Lakes. There�s a night club in Penrith that�s eighteen miles away but it�s shit and the locals there don�t like new faces, if any of us ever go up there somebody always ends up spending a night in the cells. I�m painting a real gloomy picture for you, but it�s better than making out that it�s a bed of roses.�

The rain got lesser as we descended down the hill but strangely the light became darker, there was an uneasy air about the place.

We got out from the minibus. Dave helped my carry my cases into a wing of the hotel above the noisy kitchens. Climbing a steep narrow staircase with no banister the noise of our feet echoed on the uncarpeted stairs. Dave barged open a door with one of my suitcases.

�This is your room.�

A small window gave light to the room. An undersized single bed at the edge of the bed a chair and a small table. �I told you that it was more a cell than a room. Put your cases down and I�ll give you a quick tour of the place.� Back in the corridor there were over a dozen doors, all closed.

�As I said driving up most people are working at the moment. The bathroom is that one at the end, there are three floors of staff accommodation each floor share their bathroom and the floors are mixed. It can�t be any other way if someone leaves their replacement takes their room, it�s just the way it goes. Come on then.�

At the bottom of the stairs we turned right. Dave pointed to the left at a metal door;

�That�s the back entrance to the kitchen, if your not a member of the kitchen staff which we are not, it�s not worth the hassle Chef is a nutter. We just keep out of his way, you would do best by doing the same!�

We then turned right and entered a scruffy looking bar, with several people in walking gear sat around chatting, the jukebox blaring;

�This is the Hikers bar this is where we meet up. Oh yes another rule, this is the only Bar in the that we are allowed to use, otherwise collect your P45. You can get coffee and tea for free from in the room behind the bar, there a kettle in there. I didn�t say but there�s no smoking anywhere in the hotel except in this bar. Staff can get in twenty-four hours a day. Lets move on.�

We walked into a wide carpeted corridor the opposite side from which we had come from the bar had a glass partition. Dave pointing towards a pair of double doors in the partition. �Through there is the guest bar and through that the restaurant. The lifts are there at the end. This is were you will be working reception.�

In the far corner of the room a pair of revolving doors, the wall opposite to where we stood was taken up by a large reception desk. Lifting a flap in the counter at the opposite end to the doors.

�Come on I�ll introduce you.�

Following him through to an office beyond, where a middle aged woman sat at a workstation, aside a switchboard. Not looking up she kept filing her fingernails.

�This is Sylvia she works when you are not. So you shall hardly ever meet. She�s covering at the moment. You can find your own way back to your room can�t you? I�ll leave you with Sylvia she�ll show you the ropes.�

�Yes that�s fine. Thank you.�

Without uttering another word he went.

�Its his day off, he�ll be off to get drunk now. There�s nothing much else to do around here unless you like playing about on mountains. What�s your name?�

�Sean.�

�Have you done anything like this before?�

�Yes.� I replied lying through my teeth.

�We were expecting a young lady, but if you have done it before you should find it a piece of piss. Just smile and look confident. You�ll be on your own starting tomorrow, six o�clock. Have you had your uniforms yet?�

�No I haven�t.�

�You go and unpack and I�ll send somebody up with them. Sure you can find you way back.�

She said, still filing her fingernails.

�Yes piece of piss.� She stopped filing her nails and looked up at me. I didn�t quite know how to react.

�I�ll have no fucking swearing behind my counter.�

She then started to laugh. I joined in with her laughter hesitantly.

�Get away with ya, you�ll be alright here.� With that I left, eventually finding my way back to my room where I began to unpack.

 

Alice

20.00hrs. Laura�s House

Laura poured two glasses, which stood, together with a bottle of Port upon the nest of tables by the side of the sofa. the brand name on the bottle I did not recognise not been an avid Port drinker. �I�m more of a wine drinker I think but please don�t quote me on this but I think that Port is a matured wines from Portugal hence the name Port!�

Laura said as she handed me my glass.

�You don�t know how much I have been looking forward to this evening, all afternoon I have been on tender hooks! Do you like my pictures; they�re all of me. It was a hobby that I started when I was married. Wasted months, wasted! I was invited to be a model, I thought that it would be something to do for a laugh so I became a model for figure study at the local arts group in the town. Things escalated and rapidly I started getting request for private commissions but they all became too much similar to each other. After the divorce I took up photography and started taking photography myself which is quite difficult. When the prints come back from the lab they look like oil paintings. They were on canvas, I loved them! I really love the old classics, especially the Roman and the Greek the way they were captured by the Victorians they are just magnificent. Really though I should put on more weight to get the true representation of their models. I just love putting on the grease paint and wearing if you can call it wearing, the costumes, I just love it. Love it!� What is she some kind of narcissi.

There was a knock at the door. Maria walked in to the room and announced that dinner was about to be served. Without hesitation or a word Laura got up from the sofa and beckoning me to follow; leading the way she showed me through to the room next door. My stiletto�s embarrassingly make an almost thud on the polished wooden floor.

Two walls of which were filled floor to ceiling with book shelves crammed, with books, the longer wall lead the eye automatically to a pair of French windows at the far end of the room which I could only presume lead out to the garden. Dominating the room was a large table, which stood in the centre of the room with a chair at either end with cutlery set in front of each. Maria followed Laura to the far end of the table and drew the chair out for her to sit which she duly did. Unsure what to do I stood waiting like a lemon until Maria did the same for me before she leaving the room.

�Darling, you must be on some money to afford to live in such grandeur?� Should I have said darling, was I been too forward. Shit!"

�Head Teacher�s pay, Head Teacher�s pay, with all the inner city loadings London allowance together with living on one�s own, it�s not that bad. People do like to paint a dark picture of the profession though. Don�t you think?�

Maria came back into the room with two bowls of soup upon a tray, from the way that she was carrying the tray it was a safe presumption that she had received some silver service training.

Looking at me directly from across the table, Laura asked a little tongue in cheek I thought.

�Tell me, this afternoon I was most interested in the relationship that you had with Celia. I suppose it was a like in a small way the relationship that I have with Maria but without the sex obviously. Oh not taking her on holiday, not buying her a car. She�s on the pay roll and we are not sleeping together.

This thing of a kind of dominance in the bedroom is what interested me greatly; it puts a whole new complexion on the term relationship. Did you feel comfortable with it? And would you do it again?�

I took a spoonful of soup poising myself before answering. Her eyes looking at me in a way I remember from long ago, it was a look that I could say no to. Even all that time back then.

�I was young then and there was always an atmosphere in the house which I cannot really describe. But parameters have to be drawn or the situation could take over one or both person�s lives. I suppose if and only if the right person was to come along and the time was right then maybe!�

�Em! Excuse me for been so bold but I think that now I have a fair picture from what you have said, but please could I ask a little more�.

I could see that Laura was now on a role and was getting quite excited, although I must admit that I could feel dampness between my legs. Having finished my bowl of soup then putting it to one side responded, not giving her the pleasure of hearing any more at this stage. I knew exactly what this lady was implying and what she was after. But would she get what she wanted?

�With encouragement it may be possible, with the right person of course.�

Laura put her hands together under her chin and nodded a nod of acknowledgement, which I returned. Maria entered the room with the main course, Fricassee of Chicken, served us then took away the soup bowls back to the kitchen, returning with two bottles of wine. She opened one of them and poured us each a glass. Again I couldn�t help but look at Maria�s bum as she poured Laura wine. The cloth tightening around her bum. The uniform must be at least a size too small, for her more than ample bust appeared to be trying to break free. I�m getting carried away now! Having poured my wine I thanked her, my eyes followed her as she left the room.

�Alice she is hired help, you don�t thank her. The wage that she receives is more than enough thanks�. She barked out at me.

The remainder of the dinner was spent in silence although I believe that it was more of the enjoyment of the meal than lack of conversation. Having finished the meal Maria came and collected the plates. I could see a put upon female. �Would you care to go back through to the other room, Maria will bring through coffee and drinks. I�m just nipping upstairs to freshen-up and change into something more comfortable. You don�t mind do you?�

�No of course not dear.�

Shit I said dear again.

I thought, you need to with the tightness of those trousers. Laura showed me through to the other room. Turning as she left the room she gave me the once over, giving my bum special attention. Now I was beginning to get conscious of my derri�re, for one of my buttocks would make Laura�s and Maria�s bum put together. She then gave me a rye smile as I seated myself in the same place as before on the sofa. After Laura had left the room I got up to take a closer look at the pictures more out of curiosity and lack of something better to do. As I stood in front of the fireplace the door opened, Maria walked in with a tray with two bottles of wine, two glasses and a corkscrew. Then placed the tray on the table at the side of the sofa. She then walked over to me and said in broken English.

�You like the pictures yes? All with no clothes. I sometimes help. Mam Laura asked me to do pictures, me say no, no take clothes off. She ask you to take clothes off yes?� Looking at me directly with those sad large brown eyes I thought, Christ I�d look like a beached whale.

�I haven�t got the body like Mam Laura�s�.

The door opened. Laura stood momentarily, framed in the doorway wearing a gold silk wrap, which barely covered her bum. In one hand she was carrying a large make-up bag.

�What is she going on about? She keeps looking at the pictures, paying interest in them. I have asked her countless times to pose even to pay her, but no. Anyway isn�t it time that you were going home Maria it has turned nine o�clock.� Without another word Maria left closing the door behind her. Laura sat herself on the sofa and started to open a bottle of wine then poured a glass for each of us. Still looking at the pictures this time more closely, Laura said. �Alice dear, hope you don�t feel it an imposition, but would you allow me to plat your hair, come here sit in front of me.� Gesturing at the carpet in front of her with one hand and with the other holding a glass of wine for me. Taking the glass from her I then turned and sat on the floor, her bare legs either side of my head. I kicked off my mules and crossed my legs. I felt safe.

The noise of the zip of the bag been undone filled my eardrum, my head went firmly backwards as the brush pulled through my hair, and I struggled to take a sip of wine. She moved forward nearly over the edge of the sofa, pulled the brush through my hair several times each with a little more ease than the previous. I took another sip of wine.

�Would you mind awfully if I had a smoke before I start platting.�

�Of course not dear�. Again I think to myself was I been too forward or am I simply just at ease you see? I shuffled around on my bum so that we were facing each other. Laura placed the brush on the table, placed a cigarette in its holder and lit it with a marble table lighter, inhaled and exhaled blowing a smoke ring above us somewhat alike a halo! Taking hold of a wine bottle she gestured if I wanted a refill, which I gladly accepted. Having filled both our glasses and then sat back on the sofa, her legs spread wide apart. Whether the move was intentional or not I couldn�t say. But I couldn�t help but notice that everything she had between her legs was on view and she was still shaven. But that�s another story!

�This is cosy isn�t it? What I thought is that I would make one large plat with your hair, that way it will be easy to manage. What do you think?�

�Sounds great! It will certainly make more manageable.�

Confidently I took another drink of wine. Reaching across to the table Laura stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray then put her wine upon a coaster, which was on the tray.

�Right let�s get on with it.�

Shuffling back into position between her legs as she moved forward. Dividing my hair into three strands, at first it hurt, bringing a tear to my eye but I grimiest and in time I got use to it. As she brushed through each strand thoroughly the brush brushing against my scalp. Sitting there some would call it been pampered, the odour of her scent filing my nostrils, it was joined by a familiar feminine cent coming from her, which I didn�t mind, in-fact I was pleased that it was turning her on.

�Alice, tell me, what we were talking about over dinner, do you think we could have one of those relationships? Could that right person be me?�

She was silent whilst platting, finishing my glass of wine the inhaling deeply I got to my knees and turned towards her, looked her straight in the eyes and said;

�Yes I truly believe that you could�. She put her hands upon my shoulders.

�It�s by my rules when we are in the house, outside we are an equal couple�.

We embraced, my arms around her neck, then passionately kissed (tongues), slowly I moved my hand down her body, as I drew my hand from her bum on to her thigh she pulled away bodily.

�No lets save that until later, we must finish your hair. Pass me your glass and I�ll fill it for you. You are staying over aren�t you?�

�Oh yes, yes that�s if it�s alright with you?�

�Don�t be silly of course you can, I want you to!�

Getting myself back into position so as to resume platting. Sex!! god it must be over three years since I have had it. Busily Laura worked on my hair, arranging the back pulling and tugging putting clips in and then taking them out. My ears felt exposed almost vulnerable with the lack of hair that ordinarily would be covering them. Now my hair was beginning to feel taught. More out of curiosity than anything I asked.

�Have you ever done anything like this before? You appear to know what you are doing.�

�I must admit it has been a fantasy of mine for sometime and when I saw your hair this afternoon I just couldn�t believe my luck. I�ve nearly finished now, just a few more minutes.�

She was silent for a few minutes as she finished off. then said;

�Alice I have often thought about you over the years, what you were doing, with who or maybe you had turned hetro!� I laughed.

�Yes I�ve often thought of you, strange isn�t it meeting each other like this after all these years.� �Right turn around I have finished.�

I shuffled round; Laura was leaning over the arm of the sofa delving into her bag, bringing out a hand mirror. Kneeling up I rested my elbows upon my knees. Wine glass still in hand. Holding the mirror in both hands, a large smile on her face. I could not believe how different I looked, my face was clear of hair it has taken years of me, or so I thought.

�What do you think darling, I think it suites you, don�t you?�

�It�s fantastic, I�d love to keep it like this, but I cannot plat my own hair. Would you do it for from now on?�

Placing my glass upon the table, then put my arms around her neck and kissed her on the lips, flicking my tongue against her lips she received my message and understood, opened her mouth to allow our tongues to meet. Her fingers gently exploring my bum. Removing a hand from around her neck and moved it to her groin and got a touch of her wetness before her hand grabbed mine and squeezed it tightly and swiftly moved it away and broke our embrace. Looking me directly in the eyes she said; �Dominance! Remember dominance; you didn�t ask for permission�. then gave me a half-hearted slap on the bum! �Sorry� I said.

�Stand up, turn around�. I did as she asked. This time I received a much firmer and harder smack, definitely a smack and not a slap like before. I grimiest, it stung.

�Sorry Mam, its sorry Mam that you say, don�t you?�

�Sorry Mam�. I was quite getting into this role-play. Our eyes met, Laura stood up our tongues engaged, I replaced my arms around her neck, and her ten digits were explored my bum. Lasting for several minutes until again Laura broke our embrace, quietly she spoke neither of us breaking our closeness. �It�s eleven thirty, I wish to retire now. If you wait here I shall ring the bell for you to come upstairs�. Pointing at a bell at the top of the fire breast.

�My rooms is the last one on the right hand side of the landing. Don�t forget to knock and wait until I answer before you enter, oh and don�t forget to turn off the lights behind you�.

�No Mam, of course Mam�.

I opened the door for her, we smiled at each other as she went through, and then closing it behind her. I want a drink, no I need a drink.

 

Angie

19.50hrs.

The Hotel Reception.

�How�s your day treating you Angie?�

�Oh fine, I�m ignoring the sly remarks from the female members of staff and the men I think I have lost complete interest in they�re just so childish!�

�Wait on.�

Sylvia disappeared to the office behind reception reappearing with a stack of clothes and placed them on the reception desk. �Here take these up to the new receptionist, he�s in room eight, staffs quarters. Check him out, you never know?� �Thanks Sylvia I�ll do that.�

We smiled at each other as I disappeared, struggling with the clothes.

 

Sean

20.00hrs.

In his bedroom.

There wasn�t a wardrobe in the room, if there had of been then there wouldn�t have been enough room for a bed. The majority of my clothes lay over the chair, the rest still in one of the cases. My alarm clock set up, next to a small music system that I had brought, the room looked slightly more personalised. Laying on the bed, reading and listening to a CD, there wasn�t a very good reception for the radio and what reception that you could get became annoying with the frequent interference.

I looked at the door; there was a knock on it. Swinging my legs from the bed I said;

�Come in.�

The door opened and in walked a female, her arms full of clothing.

�You must be Sean the new receptionist.�

Looking up at her, she looked a little tarty but nice. Short blonde hair with a trim figure and dressed in a waitress�s uniform.

�I�ve brought you uniforms where shall I put them.�

�Oh on the end of the bed. That�s probably the only place.�

She put them down and looked at me.

�I�m Angie. I�ve been told to bring these up to you. I finish in the restaurant in the at ten, do ya wonna met me in the bar for a drink say ten thirty.�

�Is that me and you, or me you and anybody else who cares to join us?�

�Just me and you silly! I don�t want the others to get their claws into you. Take no notice of the uniform I do scrub up well.�

�Yes, yes I believe you will. Till ten thirty then.�

�See you.�

With that she left. So that�s Angie Dave mentioned in the van, could be in for shag tonight with a little luck!

 

Charlie

22.00hrs.

A bar in Soho. London

�Don�t you remember me? I did your hair for you!�

�The place is absolutely heaving isn�t it. Yes, yes I remember you. I�m Charlie.�

�My names Carmel.�

�I�ve never seen you in here before!�

�You could say that it�s my local, I have just got a flat around the corner.�

�Are you on the game girl? With that look you just give me I�d say not. You�ve got prime spot in the country round here girl! What you do then girl?�

�A bit of this a bit of that, you know!�

�Ah you�re a dealer!�

�No, no, no.�

�You could always rent your flat out to a couple of girls, I have the contacts if you interested.�

�You�re a bit forward aren�t you we have only met once before.�

�I�m only trying to help out. Tell me to piss off if you want.�

�No no I�m enjoying your conversation, please tell me more!�

�Ah there is some interest there then, I knew there was. You have that something about you. But I tell ya with know hair or should I say no hair you would make a bundle and I mean a bundle.�

�How much do you call a bundle?�

�Depends on much you want to do, its all there to be got really its endless.�

�Put it this way a girl with looks and style, her own flat in the centre of Soho I�d say a minimum two hundred and fifty quid!�

�What for a night?�

�Fuck off a blow job and a shag or an hour in time then their out, out! Shit its not a charity for fucks sake girl!�

�Do you do it?�

�For fuck sake what kind of question is that?�

�Well the way that you are talking.�

�I take it you are interested girl, have you done it before I mean for money?�

�Yes.�

�Where?�

�Up north but not in a big way though you understand. How does it work and I would only want three at the most four a day.�

�Look this is what we�ll do, you get the drinks in I�ll make the call!. You do want me to make the call? You do know what I mean by the call, don�t you?�

�I think so!�

�I�ll spell it out for you so listen you�ll need checking!�

�Checking how?�

�To make sure you�re up to standard. TO BE FUCKED!!!!!�

�That�s what I thought that you meant but I had to be sure. After all this could be all one big wind up.�

�This is no wind up this is big league stuff.�

�When would it be?�

�Tonight.�

�That�s quick.�

�Maybe in an hour or so, it depends on what�s happening.�

�I�ll get the drinks in you make the call.�

�What do you want vodka and tonic for me.�

�Here�s your drink.�

�Thanks girl. Listen this is what�s happening they will be here in about a quarter of an hour then we will go back to your place, you do want me to come with you?"

�Yes that would be for the best.�

�I�ve been told not to tell you anymore until they get here. If your up to standard you will be told how it all works it�s the you can talk about price and how many and all that sort of stuff girl. Digit?�

�Yes that�s fine but what if I fail?�

�Then we all leave as friends.�

�What is the standard though?�

�As I said I�ve been told not to say anymore but they will put you through your paces! Lets change the subject now girl please.�

�I was thinking you could come and do my head every other day, have a coffee and a chat.�

�That sounds good.�

�I don�t know that many people in London.�

�Me neither, away from work that is. Would you believe this is my night off in the middle of London one of the largest cities in the world and I�m on my own, it certainly a lonely place.�

�We could have nights out together?�

�Yeah that would be good girl. Listen give us your number so as we can arrange things just in case you don�t make the standard.�

�What is the standard.�

�All I can say girl is just do your best, do what they ask but never say no!�

�Your worrying me now.�

�Here�s a pen write your number in this book and give me it back there here now! Quickly!�

�Which are they?�

�The short bloke with the Crombie coat with the two coloured bouncers.�

�Hello, lets cut the pleasantries such as names we�ll introduce ourselves later in you meet the standards, I do think standards are important. Lets keep things above board if you don�t reach the standard your no good to me and you probably want even wish to think of us. You lead the way to your place we shall follow close behind.�

 

Alice

22.00hrs.

Pouring myself the last of the wine I walked around the room exercising my legs after all that sitting. Parameters will have to be drawn. That can wait until the morning. All these naked pictures, she�s even tried to get the maid to pose, shit what if she asks me? No she won�t I�m too fat. I�m really beginning to enjoy this; I�ll have to get into the flow with this role-play, what�s with this damned bell thing?

Then the bell rang I finished my glass and slipped my mules back on, and then turning the lights off behind me I closed the door. the house was quite apart from the ticking from the clock in the hall and the slight hum of a refrigerator. Making my way up the stairs I could see a light switch on the wall facing the stairs, I turned it off. There was a �safety light� illuminating the landing light was seeping out of a gap at the bottom of the door at the end of the hall. the landing was spooky as a walked along it; I knocked on the door and waited for a reply. �Enter�, Laura said in a firm voice. I pushed the door open slowly and peered around it, a light in the right hand corner gave illumination to the room. Laura was sat up in bed now wearing a nightdress and was busy putting a cigarette into the holder.

�Come stand in-front of me where I can see you�. I went around to the side of the bed where she lay. �Light�. Picking up a lighter from the bedside cabinet I struck it and held it up for her to take alight from. �Let�s have those clothes off, lets see what you have to offer�. I did feel a little uncomfortable with this situation. Removing the straps from my shoulders the dress fell to the floor, then I kicked off my mules, Laura took a drag from her cigarette. Stood there in my bodice and stay-ups I looked at her thinking come on lets get it over with.

�Come on now the rest, I�ve seen it all before!� �Yes Mam�. I said not forgetting the slaps that I received down-stairs. Placing a leg on the bed rolled off my stay-up, the gusset of my bodice was embedded between my now swollen lips. I removed the second stay-up, Laura stubbed out her cigarette, sat up straight and folded her arms. The knowledge that I would be naked within minutes excited me. I think. With smugness in her voice and a sneer on her face Laura commanded; �Now the rest�. I looked at her, not knowing the expression on my face she nodded. Leaning forward, I struggled to unclip my gusset, with perseverance it became free. Standing up straight I freed the straps as seductively as I could. Slowly rolling down the bodice my boobs went from pointing forward and pushed together, to two downward masses of limp tissue. the further down my body the bodice went, the over hanging layers fell into their natural position. The bodice fell to the floor after it left my bum, I put my hands together in front of me to try and hide my nakedness as much as possible.

Laura through back the duvet on the opposite side of the bed to her and said; �Come on get in then!� I literally jumped into the bed; she pulled the duvet over us we cuddled. We had sex.

�Come we must sleep�. Said Laura afterwards, kissed me on the lips, and then she rolled over and went to sleep. I lay there watching her, Feeling her near me her warmth, her scent, listening to her breath. It was three years since I have had sex and I cannot remember whom with, a one nightstand that I do know. But to spend the night with someone is special, at least now it feels special.

 

Laura

The cheeky cow asking how I managed to live like this, that�s not a question that one asks I am it, really. As for Maria�s arse she just can�t keep her eyes off: I shall probed further about the dominance thing that she told me about in the afternoon. She certainly didn�t let much go on in the way of detail of the dominance but I knew that she was willing. I couldn�t help myself but tell her off for thanking Maria, I was making a start. Once Maria had gone she was like a pussycat. Knowing that I could do what I wished with her, I had just to find out how far she would go!

As for when I started platting her hair, I could feel my juices, she must have noticed but who cares! Something just seemed to go into automatic whilst I was busy platting and the words just came out of my mouth, the mere thing of asking somebody to stay over and they accepting is more or less a verbal contract that you are going to have sex. I prefer to call it sex, for sex and making love are two completely different things.

It was like birthday, Christmas and a lottery win all rolled into one when she went along with the role-play. Leading up to it I pulled away from our embraces purposely, I could see that it was getting to her, but the more I persisted with it the easier it became. My confidence had reached its ebb when I slapped her for the first time on her arse, I could feel her buttocks quiver. When she stood up when I commanded, I knew that it was game on; I was going to ask her to lift up her dress but something deep inside me said that might be too much at this stage.

The smack hurt my hand I must admit, it was worth it to see her buttocks clench together as she received the hit, I�m surprised that she didn�t let out a shout. Although not bragging or anything I don�t think that I have ever fondled as large an arse as that before anyway she enjoyed it and I must admit so did I.

Placing my wrap on the hook behind the door, I got into bed, pulling the quilt over me. Put on the bedside light, then turning off the light on the ceiling with the pull switch above me and pressed the button for the bell in the living room. Arranging the pillows behind me so as I could sit up straight, minutes later the hall light went off then I heard footsteps getting louder as the neared the bedroom. A weak knock on the door, should I ask for a louder knock no I�ll leave that one.

She entered the room; I could see that there was nervousness about her, which only urged me on, further. Standing in front of me she seemed to be shaking, I knew that I had the upper hand and intended to make the most of the situation as I dare. To back my feeling she lit my cigarette as I commanded, miraculously I managed not to swear With my commands although thinking about it I may adopt that later in the relationship, that is to say that the relationship goes any further.

As Alice started to undress, certainly when she got down to her bodice then I could see how large she actually is. The gusset of the bodice had entirely disappeared between her lips and in all honesty that did get my juices flowing. Don�t get me wrong I have seen women with their over hanging flab before in changing rooms etc. but not in the context that I was about to have sex with them. When the bodice came off everything just hung! In a way I felt sorry for her, when pulling back the quilt I asked not commanded her into bed, I suppose the role play was over for now, we cuddled made love or should I say had sex and then went to sleep.

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