Me and Latisha were at the bar getting more champagne for the stag do table.
“And he tipped you how much?” She turned to me with shock all over her face.“A thousand pounds Tish. Can you believe it!”“And you didn’t give him your number?”“No I don’t date customers you know this,” I said, rolling my eyes.“Yeah but that″ she pointed over to him. “Is a fucking beautiful specimen of a man he has to be an exception no?”“No no exceptions.”“You’re crazy like seriously crazy. When was the last time you even had sex?” Her hand was on her hip now another grasped around a bottle.“Ages ago, but that’s irrelevant.”“No it isn’t!” She nearly shouted. “Give him your number, let him fuck you silly and go on your merry way. Where is he from? He don’t look like many of the others.”“Russia.”“Oh shit his Russian?! Seriously Harper, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”“In the five years I’ve worked here I’ve never given a customer my number”. Latisha wasn’t helping here, she was making me regret my decision, but I didn’t want her to know it.“Yeah and you’ve never let a customer touch you in five years and you did so,” she trailed off grabbing another bottle. I grabbed the two remaining bottles and followed her to the table.“Here you go gents, please enjoy," she purred almost identical to me.“Myself and my good friend here will be doing a double act on the pole in a few moments so do get your wallets out.” She winked at the groom. I placed the two bottles on the table and caught Dimitri’s eye. He gestured towards me and I leant down by his ear.“Are you here tomorrow?” His voice was rougher and it did things to me.“I’m working tomorrow yes.”“Good.” Latisha grabbed my hand and we walked to the changing room. We always changed into something different when we did pole shows. Latisha taught me everything I knew, before I was shocking on the pole but now? I was one of the pros.“What did he say to you?” She asked as she ripped her bra off and put a corset on.“If I’m here tomorrow.”“Oh my god! Oh my god! He isn’t giving up, girl.” She changed her knickers as I did the same.“What if he turns out to be like some serial killer or even worse? Wants me to quit.” I changed bras to a black longer one and did it up by the back.“Hey! Like Graham?” She asked, mock offended. “Why are you thinking about this like marriage and babies?”“Because they all do the same. Just like Graham, cool with it and then want you to quit. I don’t want to quit.”“Then don’t! You’re really reading way too much into this; you definitely need to get laid. He could just be a good fuck and you don’t owe him shit.” I nodded. She was right. We made our way onto the stage after the MC introduced us. “Special one night only! Princess and Misty!” Yep Latisha’s work name was Misty. Fucking awful. The music kicked in and we did what we always do, put on a show. We’d been best friends for years now and were both straight as an arrow so we felt each other up like we were making a cup of tea. As I jumped on the pole and faced down I saw him. Them eyes staring right at me.Maybe Latisha was right, what was the harm? But something in the back of my head was ringing alarm bells. Did I check his ring finger? I bet he was married. I flipped back down to applause and we kissed for the show. Walking off stage Dimitri grabbed my arm.“Oi boss no touching!” Our security Leon shouted. He let go of me and I raised a thumb to Leon so he knew I was okay.“I’ll see you tomorrow.”“Will you?”“Yeah and wear that.” He pointed to my underwear and I caught a glimpse of his hand. Okay Harper no wedding ring. Just a serial killer then. I smiled at him and walked away.As I laid in bed my mind was with Dimitri. Latisha was right; there was no harm in giving him my number. I had failed after failed relationships in my twenties so maybe a change of track would be good. I could definitely let him fuck me silly. I tried to drift off to sleep ignoring the sound of London going to work, I was in tonight but Latisha wasn’t. It would be pretty boring so I had my fingers crossed Dimitri would show his face.***It was close to midnight and I hadn’t seen Dimitri yet. It was a Sunday so not our busiest day but I had managed over £600 in tips. The barman Stephen waved over to me and I came over.“Hey.”“Hey babes, this is for table six. Asked for you specifically,” he winked at me. “He’s sexy as fuck as well.” Stephen had worked bar here for as long as I’ve been here. He was a hoot and always made a shift better. Dirty blonde hair always got in his face and he looked way younger than his 34.“Come and get me when you’re on break. I need a fag,” he said handing
I hadn’t been on a date, date in months maybe even a year. After consulting with Latisha on the phone, who was very happy I was going to dinner with ‘A Russian god’ I decided on a fitting red strapless dress, plenty of cleavage and it was tight around my whole body. I looked in the mirror and nodded. Not bad Harper. I put my hair in a high bun and made sure to have my cat eyes done. I grabbed my keys and got a cab to the restaurant. I was right on time and as I got out the cab I saw Dimitri standing by the door. He looked scrumptious, a white shirt and navy trousers with brown shoes. God I wasn’t going to last long. Both of his sleeves were half up and I saw his artwork along both arms. He saw me as I walked over and a grin came across his face.“Fuck you look amazing,” he kissed my cheek and opened the restaurant door for me. We were seated straight away and both looking at our menus.“Harper you look good enough to eat,” he whispered as he took my hand and put it to his mouth.“You
I was getting excited, I hadn’t had sex in ages and I knew this was going to be good. Brilliant in fact. As we got out of the taxi I looked up at the most beautiful town house. It was painted white with vines going up the left hand side. I looked over at the garage to a Bentley in the drive. Yeah he definitely didn’t work in admin. Unlocking the door he dragged me inside and started walking up the stairs, my hand still in his.“I don’t get a house tour?” I giggled.“Not yet,” his voice was stern and I could tell he had a massive hard on. Opening the bedroom door, he basically threw me inside, slammed the door and pushed me up against it.“You want this?” His eyes scanning my whole body. I just nodded, my breathing was already erratic and I wasn’t going to be able to talk. His hands grabbed my hips as his mouth hit mine. I let his tongue in straight away and wrapped my arms around his neck. His tongue explored my whole mouth and I could barely breathe. Hands going up my thighs and unde
I opened my eyes and turned to the side of the bed. Dimitri wasn’t there and I heard silence. Shit where was he? I sat up still in the robe and opened the bedroom door. There were stairs directly in front of me and I took them looking around and listening to silence. I reached the bottom and jumped out of my skin.“Harper.” I turned to him standing in the kitchen, cup in hand reading the paper.“You scared me.”“Sorry.” I walked over to him and he turned the kettle on. He was already dressed and I could eat him alive. Wearing a navy suit without a tie made his jaw line look ridiculous, could cut meat on that thing.“How do you like your coffee?”“White two sugars please. Do we have time?” He nodded, stirring my drink.“Of course, I’ll get to work when I get to work.” He placed a cup in front of me and I leaned over to look at the paper.“You aren’t going to be able to read that.” I was about to get very offended and then saw it wasn’t in English.“Oh. Can you teach me Russian?” He smi
Me and Latisha stood in our usual smoking area before we opened.“So you’re telling me, he took you to a super fancy restaurant, paid then fucked you so hard you squirted, let you stay, licked your pussy and dropped you home. And you were a bitch?” She had half a cigarette in her mouth with her arms crossed. She wasn’t happy.“Tish I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”“I don’t know what’s wrong with you. Why are you scared?”“Oh my god he said the exact same thing!” I threw my finished cigarette on the floor in annoyance.“Wow my man can pick up feelings as well, Jesus what’s the catch?”“There is no fucking catch!”“I’m so confused.” She threw her cigarette in the ashtray and moved my face to look up to her.“If you’re letting that fuck wad who you left six years ago effect the sex on legs that is Dimitri then you don’t even deserve him.” Ouch. Her face was like fire.“Why are you being horrible to me?” I had actual tears in my eyes but I knew she was right.“Because you’re being stub
I woke up again without Dimitri next to me. Had he gone home? I looked at my phone and it was eight. Maybe he had gone to work. I walked into my kitchen and saw him at the counter. Clearly helped himself to coffee and handed me one as I walked over.“Do you ever sleep?”“Not really.” He came to me and cupped my face in my hands, lightly kissing my lips he then picked up his jacket.“I have to go milaya,” I just nodded. “I’ll see you Sunday?” He put his jacket on and walked towards the door.“Yes definitely.” I stood up to walk him to the door and he pulled me close by my hips.“Can we pretend yesterday never happened?”“Yes,” I chuckled.“Apart from the bit where you bounced on my dick obviously,” he kissed my cheek. “I think that image will last me until Sunday.”“I’m glad.″ I threw my head back in laughter. That’s the Dimitri I knew and in between my legs throbbed. I grabbed his jacket and moved closer to him.“Do you have to go?” He sucked in a breath.“Milaya don’t do this to me.
I worked the rest of the week, I spoke to Latisha, her meeting with Lucy went well and she agreed Tish could leave immediately. She even gave her some holiday pay which was unheard of in our industry. I worked up until Saturday night, being the busiest. I took home a small fortune in tips and thought maybe I could pay for dinner with Dimitri. Not that he would let me. I spoke to him Friday night and we confirmed our plans for Sunday. I was taking him to a pub in London Bridge for a traditional Sunday dinner. I couldn’t wait to see him and get my hands on him.I dressed casual for our Sunday lunch date, a pair of jeans and off the shoulder jumper. I jumped on the tube to London bridge and as I exited the station there he stood. In all his glory, he was texting on his phone deep in thought and didn’t see me at first. He wore dark blue tracksuit bottoms and a long sleeve white t-shirt. I had never seen him slum it clothing wise but it really suited him. Fuck he could wear a bin bag and s
We were back at Dimitri’s a little before seven in the evening. I grabbed some stuff, clothes, underwear etc from mine and found a screwdriver. Yes, he was adamant and took my pole down in about five minutes. God knows what my neighbours thought as he walked past them with a stripper pole.“I’ve made some space for you. On the right hand side of the wardrobe.”“Oh knew I was going to say yes? Wait where is your wardrobe?” I had never got my tour of his house and knew where nothing was.“In there,” he pointed to a door closest to his bedroom door. I opened it and peaked in. Shit this man had a walk in closet. The left side was full of suits, one in every colour. I run my fingers over the material. They were fancy. In the middle where he’s slumming it clothes, jeans, tracksuit bottoms and the like. Above the wardrobe were shoes which travelled the whole square like wardrobe. I turned to my right and saw emptiness. That was for me then.I poked my head out and he was sitting on the bed f