As he sat sipping his coffee, Dave smiled as he thought about the young man who had saved him - there had been absolutely no recognition ....Dave Gahan could still pass unnoticed in some places so either this guy was a tourist or too young to know Dave's and DM's music ... it was refreshing .. Dave loved exactly where he was in his life: famous, but not annoyingly so ... financially comfortable, but not dripping with Rolls Royces and diamonds… and more than content with his love life - a wide experience of women, which had brought him this far, to Nat, whose qualities he admired just because she was so unlike anyone he had met, married or dated before. Maybe she would be the one to keep his heart.
He noticed that his cup was empty, and stood in order to leave, just as two gushing women laden with shopping bags already, came in and immediately noticed him...
Dave reached for his sunglasses too late... and wished he hadn't been so smug!
As the women came closer, he saw one of them reaching into her bag for a pen... .he sighed as he walked towards the door, hoping they would be the only two who asked for autographs.....
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Natasha woke at four in the afternoon - she had set an alarm call for this time, hoping that she could just switch off her brain and get this far into the day without having to think back to the horror of the night before.
It had worked - she was mentally exhausted, even though her strong dancer's body was handling the extra activities, her mind wasn't coping with the way Yuri was twisting it.
She rolled over in her bed from the middle to the edge, feeling as refreshed as possible in the circumstances, and tried to imagine Dave lying just behind her ... he would reach over and touch her arm or blow gently on her neck to let her know he was awake too ... then she would roll over to smile at him and be kissing him deeply within a second! This made her feel warm inside for just a few moments, but then her present life returned to squash this daydream, and shake her into starting her working day.
By six, Nat was ready to leave for her waitressing job - she spent some time tidying her home, changing the sheets on her bed, washing clothes and preparing what she would need for that night. She needed to shop for food - luckily she would grab a snack at the restaurant, so for today it wasn't urgent.
Nat left for work and felt the worry seeping into her about what had happened with Yuri ... all those taxi drivers would remember her, be able to give descriptions of her, especially the leery one who took her to the hotel .... she thought of dyeing her hair, so that her blond curls would not be so noticeable ... maybe tomorrow, she thought, as she walked up to the restaurant doors, yes, maybe tomorrow she would pamper herself a little - soak away her worries, spend time doing beauty treatments while singing along to Dave, and dye her hair maybe black or red?
It was a busy evening for the restaurant, and the owner was pleased with the efficiency of his staff. Everything was going smoothly.....
…until around 8, when her cell started to ring. She quickly excused herself after she put the empty glasses onto the counter and went to a quiet corner. When she saw the name on the screen, she nearly screamed and her hand started to shake immediately. But she needed to pick it up, unless she wanted him to come here.
“What the hell were you thinking?!” she heard the angry Russian voice “You wanted to leave me there and die, right? You’ll pay for this, you fucking bitch!! At 9 you must be at the club. Tonight you’ll dance. I don’t care what you say in that fucking restaurant, but you must dance tonight, no matter what, or your love’ll suffer more!”
“Yuri, Yuri what are you talking about? What did you do to Dave?” Nat’s face turned dead pale and her voice started to shake.
“Do what I say, Natasha!”
“What did you do to him?!” she shouted.
“Nothing serious…yet, but if you don’t obey, he’ll pay for your does. So at 9! Understood?!’
“Understood…” she nodded and sighed, then hung up.
Her heart was filled with fear for Dave. What had happened? Or Yuri was just bluffing to scare the shit out of her? She could easily imagine this, so she just let herself sink into this picture. Now she needed to figure out what to say for his boss. She checked herself in a mirror and decided that she was pale enough for a good lie while she smoothed down her shoulder-length blonde tufts.
After half an hour she hurried down the street, covering her shaking body with her warm black coat. She said to his boss, that one of her friends had an accident and she need to go to a hospital. She didn’t know the absurdity of the situation…
Of course she needed to go home to have a quick shower and change her lingerie and dress. She hoped that they’ll give her something to wear in the club, cuz her sexy lingerie collection wasn’t too big. She gulped a big one and headed to the club’s door.
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There was already a nice crowd in the club and she felt herself blushing hard from the thought that she’ll dance for some of these men… It was way too embarrassing, but she went to the boss, who smiled shortly at her and introduced a black-haired woman, Cassy to her, who showed her the dressing rooms and told her what she must do.
The girls were usually walking among the tables, while the guests were watching the stage where one or more girls were dancing in little nothings, and when a man –or woman- waved for them, the lapdancers led them to little separate rooms without any door to have their own private show.
Nat was really afraid and she felt herself sick as she was walking in a gold-colored lace lingerie and stockings, which fit her blonde curly tufts. She needed to change into a real slut, so she shook her hips and ass while she slowly walked to the bar and already felt some gazes on her body.
“Hey, sweetie, I want a round” she heard at her left ear when a man stroked her upper arm. She gulped a big one and smiled at the young guy, who seemed quite handsome – Nat thought it’s better than an old perv. So she took the guy’s hand and led him to a free room then waited till the man sat down and looked up at her.
“No touching and wanking…” she said, while she tried to swallow her pride and started to move to the slow rhythm.
“I know the rules, but thanks…” he growled and watched as her slim body started to move. Nat felt that the situation was really humiliating, but she needed to smile and look like the woman of destiny, so she licked her lips and started to stroke her body. When she saw that the guy’s eyes got darker, she propped herself on the headrest of the big sofa and looked into the man’s eyes as her hips made circles over his lap. She closed her eyes and imagined that he was Dave – maybe with this thought she can give this bastard a good lapdance…
In her ears was the electronic music filtering through from the club dance hall ... and the sounds of clients and girls, laughing in the rooms next to hers. She began to move in time to the music - pressing her thighs against the guy's hips, moving her hips around over his bulging crotch...
"Can we talk while you do this?" came a barely audible question from the guy.
Nat opened her eyes and said "Sure - give me some feedback and at the end I'll tell you a secret - ok?" and she winked at him, smiling slightly. He seemed shyer now than when she had first seen him.
"Deal" he said ... and began to tell her what her movements were doing to him "You are making me soooooo hard .... you are really good at this - don't change a thing - yeah? Just keep it steady like that..... wow."
Nat had closed her eyes again and obeyed her client's every wish ... she started to think if he could be here every evening and stay all night, this could be such a cushy job!
She found herself evoking an image of Dave on his sofa, and went a long way towards convincing herself that it was actually him under her ... same feel of a leather sofa under her hands, about the same size guy - if only he wouldn't talk...
But he was whispering his comments. Nat didn’t know what such a kind guy was doing here, but she wasn’t here for asking, but dancing. Although she hated that she need to do this, she let the guy lightly touch her thighs a bit, who flushed from the feeling of her silky skin, but didn’t try to do anything else, which Nat appreciated. She saw how aroused he was by the end of the song, which meant that he had his 15 minutes. She even managed to smile down at him as she straightened herself in front of him, waiting for the money he owed.
“Thank you, you were awesome. Can I?” he asked holding the money and waving towards her thighs. First Nat didn’t know what he wanted, but then she realized and put her leg onto the sofa. The guy quickly tucked the money under the edge of her gold stockings, which covered her legs up to the middle of her thighs.
“No problem” she smiled a bit relieved that the dance was over.
“And what was your secret?” he asked still sitting.
“My secret? Well… believe or not, this was my first lapdance for a stranger…” she smiled and turned around to walk out of the little room.
Nat went to the bar to get a drink of water, and to see if there was anyone else waiting for her. She had been told to keep asking throughout the night, until they told her she could stop...
So - she went to look expectantly at the barman, who immediately gestured to a guy leaning on the bar, eyeing her greedily. Nat had a gut reaction of the sickliest kind to this man - his face was red, shiny, wearing a grin that somehow didn't match the look in his eyes...
The barman gave Nat her drink and beckoned for her to lean forward - he had something to say to her "I know the guy who just came out, and I know this one too .... let's say one is a puppy dog and one is a starving wolf ... get the picture? If you want I'll keep an eye on you… go into the first room. It's free now."
He touched Nat's arm reassuringly and then broke into a loud laugh - to make it seem like he had told her a joke. Nat was quick to understand and pretended to look shocked ... then she laughed too - as best she could, all the while feeling scared at what she had just been told.
She had no choice but to greet the guy, and take him to the first room - sit him down, ask him a few questions - was he from round here - did he come to this bar often - why had he chosen her ... questions she hadn't felt she needed to ask the first guy.
Nat was secretly cringing inside as the guy sat down, spreading his legs wide, so that if she wanted to sit on him, she too would have her legs very wide apart....
Her questions were answered as he did this - and all the time the grin never left his face. Nat wondered if he was a little simple minded ... She decided to proceed exactly as she had with the first guy - and got into place, closed her eyes and started to sway to the music.
She had hardly closed her eyes when he asked her to open them - to look at him - grinning up at her - how was she supposed to conjure up her idea of Dave like this? She thought to herself in a panic.... but knew that she would just have to do it - so went ahead - smiling as provocatively as she could, willing herself to keep up the pretence that she found this guy really hot ...
Her eyes were half-closed - making him a little blurred, and giving her an aroused look, she hoped.... and he didn't seem to mind this, so this is how the time passed.... No attempts were made to touch her - the grin stayed fixed on his face, and Nat wasn't aware of any bulging in his jeans... not even when he got up to go. He paid her twice what he needed to, and walked out - still grinning. Nat opened her eyes wide, and went to tell the whole story to the barman.
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