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 don’t look too bad yourself.” The waitress came over and we ordered.“This place is so fancy, what do you do for work?” I asked taking a gulp of wine the waitress had just put down.“I work in the Russian embassy” is all he said.“Doing what?” I couldn’t help but ask, he made it seem like an admin job. But no admin worker I know can afford to tip a stripper a thousand pounds.“It’s complicated but basically I liaise with the president on current affairs in Britain.”“The president? I didn’t know they had president’s in embassies.” I looked puzzled. He let out a laugh then started talking after taking his own mouth full of drink.“No the president”. I still looked baffled.“Of Russia, Putin? You know the guy?” He was still laughing as I felt my face go bright red.“Oh duh sorry, super embarrassing.”“It’s not. It’s refreshing to talk to someone who isn’t obsessed with politics shit,” we looked up as our waitress bought our food. “Thank you,” I said to her as she walked away.“So how long have you been in the UK?” I took a bite of food looking up at him. Shit this was delicious.“Oh god years, like since I was 15.”“How old are you?” I asked him, he definitely looked roughly my age.“30. You?”“26.”“So tell me. As we are getting to know each other how did you get into your line of work?” Dimitri asked me, before continuing to eat his meal.“Ermm I fell into it really. I was working in recruitment straight from school. It was boring as fuck and one night I met one of the girls in a bar.”“Your friend I met?” I nodded.“And we were talking and she told me what she did, I was gobsmacked. She told me I had the body for it and could make big money. I met with the owner like two days later and he gave me a job.”“You enjoy it?” I was thrown by his question, nobody ever asked me that. It was always ‘have you been attacked?’ or ‘how do you tell your parents?’“I do. I really enjoy it. The money is great and you can kind of choose your own hours. If you’ve got a lot to pay one month you do more nights if you want a break you can do that too. I’ve met loads of good friends there.”“Good. I’m glad you enjoy it.”“It won’t last forever.” I cut over him “like it’s not my end goal.”“Why not?” He threw me again. I looked up and he was staring into my eyes.“I don’t know,” and I didn’t.“You don’t have to say that to me so I like you Harper. Because I already like you a lot. I don’t care that you’re a stripper” I smiled at him, he literally read my mind. If a man ever found out about my job, I would always backtrack and say I would be out soon or it was for a little period of time.“Thanks, I don’t know why I always say that to people. Like I’m leaving it soon, maybe people won’t judge me.” I carried on eating as he breathed out his hands going to the back of his head.“Are you ashamed?”“No.” I shook my head and I wasn’t.“Then who gives a fuck what people think. Maybe they’ve never seen you at work,” he winked at me and it settled my mind and stomach.“Maybe,” I giggled.“Okay,” he finished his food now and took a gulp of drink.“Quick fire round, my turn first” I giggled, he was taking this getting to know me seriously.“Go on,” I took a sip of wine.“Siblings?”“One a brother but he isn’t around.”“How so?”“A prison sentence will do that to you.” He shook his head.“Parents?”“Dead ” I said it so plainly that he chuckled. I wasn’t offended. My response to that question usually got that.“When?”“My dad isn’t around and my mum died when I was 20.”“What happened?”“She had cancer,” I spat out. She wasn’t something I spoke about often, but I missed her every single day.“I’m sorry.” He looked up at me and he meant it. It wasn’t a normal trope people say.“It’s okay I’ve worked through it.”“Favourite colour?” I laughed out loud.“Erm blue”. He rubbed the back of his head.“My turn.” I took another sip of wine and he motioned to our waitress, she came over.“Can we have another glass of wine and a vodka please?”“Of course.”“Are you trying to get me drunk Dimitri?” He chuckled and finished his drink.“Never, I can change it?” He said half turning round to find the waitress.“No, it’s fine, I’m teasing. Right my questions.” He sat up straight ready to go.“They’re going to be the same,” I giggled, god this wine was going to my head.“Siblings?”“Yep two, a brother and sister both younger”“Parents?”“Both in Russia.”“Girlfriend?” He chuckled and took our new drinks off the waitress.“No, never.”“You’ve never had a girlfriend?” I was shocked so far this man was a fuckingcatch.“No, not girlfriend. I’ve been about but never settled down. You?”“No, one when I was like 20 but we never lasted.”“Why?” My stomach dropped, did I really need to tell him this?“He was an arsehole.”“Why?” God the questions.“Long story, he cheated on me loads of times. He fucked my friend and I found out. They weren’t particularly good at hiding it. I confronted him and,” I paused unsure if to carry on. His eyes were on mine. Maybe it was his beautiful eyes or the wine but I told him.“He punched me in the face,” I stopped looking down.“He did what?” It was like he didn’t hear me but I knew he did. He looked pissed.“He punched me in the face,” I said slower. God this was getting deep for first date talk.“You left?”“Oh god yeah, that night. Blocked his number and never spoke to him again. My mum had just died as well so I was a wreck”. He grabbed my hand and kissed it.“Harper you’ve been through some shit.” I nodded, taking a gulp of wine.“Yep pretty much.”“How are you now?” His voice was soft and it made my heart jump.“I’m good, I’m really good. I have my own place close to work, a car, a job I love. I’m good.”“And you have me.” I laughed out loud, god he was so forward.“Do I?” I said chuckling.“Yeah you do and on that subject shall we go?” I nodded. Oh yes please. He motioned to the waitress and she brought us the cheque. I went to grab it and he snatched it off me.“Nope. Not yours,” I giggled again, this man was turning me into a giggling school girl. The waitress came over and he paid by card. As she walked away he stood up and dropped a fifty pound note on the table. “Lets go,” he grabbed my hand and we walked out. “Do you want me to get you home?” The air outside felt nice and it helped me sober up.“No.” He looked over at me, his hand still in mine.“Want to come to mine?” He asked and I nodded biting my lip. He waved to a taxi and we got in.“I don’t live far,” his hand stayed in mine the whole journey using his thumb to rub mine.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
Me and Latisha sat in the hospital waiting room. I was flicking through a magazine and she was biting half her hand off."Relax, it will be fine," I turned to her."I know, I know. Come on, tell me about Mr Dimitri, take my mind off it. What did he say when you said yes?""Good" She threw her head back in laughter."He said good?""Yep. Then went to sleep," I rolled my eyes."Do you see a future with him?" I thought about the question for a minute then turned back to her. "Yes hundred percent. I'm still trying to find out what's wrong with him.""Nothing. I can tell you now. Nothing.""Ms. Green?" A woman in scrubs called out. Latisha stood up at lightning speed and I followed closely behind."Hi Latisha I'm going to do your scan today please pop on the bed, roll your trousers down." Latisha did just that and the radiographer looked over at me."I'm her friend. Can I stay?" I asked."Of course. Take a seat. Right I'm going to put some cold jelly on your stomach and then find that baby
“Do I look alright?” Dimitri came into the living room, worry on his face.“Yes,″ he looked more than alright. A blue polo shirt and jeans that I wanted to rip off there and then.“I’m worrying.”“Why? It’s only dinner with Latisha and Graham.” I scoffed.“What if they don’t like me?” I stood up smiling, it still baffled me he had insecurities.“They will love you.” I put my hands on his shoulders. “Come on. We’re going to be late, do you want me to drive? Latisha bought you vodka”. He chuckled, handing me his keys.“I am not driving your Bentley,” his face was screwed up as he tried to guide me out the door.“Just drive it. It’s just a car”.I drove 10 miles an hour to Latisha’s house and knew we should have just walked. Knocking on the door I felt him shuffle behind me.“Will you relax.”“Hey!” Latisha shouted as she opened the door. Grabbing me into a cuddle as I stepped into her house.“Hello Mr Dimitri nice to see you again,” her cheeks must have been hurting how big her smile wa