Anonymous
Confessions of A Lapdancer
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Prologue
‘No physical contact. No fraternising. No wandering about. No extras.’
Chapter One
It was my first day back in the London office…
Chapter Two
The celebration at Corney & Barrow proceeded in the usual…
Chapter Three
It was time for me to put up or shut…
Chapter Four
I didn’t like the look of pity on Tania’s face…
Chapter Five
The morning sun streaming into my bedroom window helped me…
Chapter Six
I’ve always wanted to dance. When I was a girl…
Chapter Seven
Her story over, Jackie was suddenly back to business. ‘Right,…
Chapter Eight
She took us both down a spiral staircase into the…
Chapter Nine
My debut shift at the Pearl had been set for…
Chapter Ten
I strode on stage with as much attitude as I…
Chapter Eleven
Suzy had told me that once I’d done my duty…
Chapter Twelve
The next morning, there was a mound of paperwork to…
Chapter Thirteen
Of course, after a couple of weeks, the Pearl wasn’t…
Chapter Fourteen
Women sometimes came into the club with their partners or…
Chapter Fifteen
Well, we boarded this aircraft and I swear, it was…
Chapter Sixteen
It took Suzy less than fifteen seconds to find that…
Chapter Seventeen
I wandered over to him, letting my hips swing seductively.
Chapter Eighteen
As I sat in my office looking at Tania at…
Chapter Nineteen
I pulled on my khaki mini mac, wrinkled from being…
Chapter Twenty
Every summer growing up, I spend in Mierzeja Helska, on…
Chapter Twenty-One
When I worked my next shift, I wondered if I…
Chapter Twenty-Two
My heart was in my mouth, which made it difficult…
Chapter Twenty-Three
The next day in the office, I was now more…
Chapter Twenty-Four
I spent the first half of my life wanting to…
Chapter Twenty-Five
Some nights hit you completely unawares. This particular Saturday night…
Chapter Twenty-Six
Back in the club, I spotted Declan moving away from…
Chapter Twenty-Seven
In the back of the tasteless stretch limo, Suzy immediately…
Chapter Twenty-Eight
My legs went weak. Now I had to do something.…
Chapter Twenty-Nine
How do you describe black hole? All I know is…
Chapter Thirty
The next day Irena was released from hospital, and that…
Chapter Thirty-One
After that night with Desmond and Dublin and Tony, Linda…
Chapter Thirty-Two
Two days later I was still reeling from the revelation…
Chapter Thirty-Three
I left work early and arrived at the Pearl with…
Epilogue
‘I knew the moment I saw you that somehow, sometime,…
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Madam
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Copyright
About the Publisher
Prologue
‘No physical contact. No fraternising. No wandering about. No extras.’ Jackie reviews the rules while Suzy sips champagne and I strip out of my business suit. ‘We are wheels up in two hours, no exceptions. Once our limousine pulls clear of the security gates, we were never there.’
‘Very James Bond,’ I say, contorting to remove my bespoke silk suit. Thank God for tinted windows, or the commuters on Regent Street would be getting an eyeful.
‘More like Pussy Galore,’ Suzy retorts, refilling her glass with more bubbly.
I don’t normally work Tuesdays but Jackie practically begged – and Jackie doesn’t beg. I planned to pull an all-nighter at the office until I got her call on my mobile. Daryll expects my investment analysis with recommendations on his desk by Thursday morning. But I don’t often get the chance to make £1,000 for a few hours’ work.
I slipped out while the rest of the team went to reward themselves at the local Corney & Barrow. Daryll’s got a big client and we are all working our balls off to develop a kick-ass portfolio. I’m the only one on the team who doesn’t even technically have balls, which makes life more difficult, but ultimately more interesting. It used to be that my job in the city paid the bills and my night job helped with extras – like Zeus, my stallion, and a stable in Sussex. But lately it feels like the other way around.
Jackie said our engagement is strictly black tie. That means no latex or vinyl or any other kinky fantasy shit. Suzy’s best in the leather so I get to play the belle of the ball. Jackie unzips the garment bag. She’s loaning me one of the Pearl’s best gowns. I refuse to risk cum stains on the new Christian Dior strapless number I bought as a little bonus. I might as well give myself one since those tightwads at Sloane Brothers save the big bucks for the blokes.
I slip out of my bra and knickers: unsightly panty lines would spoil the flow of the crepe-backed satin. A few months ago I was a buttoned-up investment banker who barely exposed her wrists in public. Now I’m stark naked in the back of a limo sent by some European ambassador. Limos ooze sex. Long moving phalluses. Dark windows. Once I almost fucked the son of a sheikh in the back of a limo. I love fucking while in motion – cars, airplanes, motorcycles, double-decker buses. But that’s on my private time. Tonight it’s strictly cum dancing.
Jackie hands me a scarlet Vera Wang, with a plunging neckline and a side slit that almost meet. I wiggle into the gown.