A Duvet Day with a Girlfriend
Next morning, Ronnie said he had to go to London for a few meetings and asked if I would be okay in the Hotel by myself? “Of course, I said. I'm tired after last night so I can just chill out.”
     He fucked me before he left for the airport and after he'd gone I had a lovely long soak in the bath – I almost missed Vikki's call, because I'd had my head under the water, but I managed to grab the phone. “Hi,” she said, “Boris is away for the day, do you fancy hanging out?” Of cousre I did, but I wasn't feeling ready to go out, so I invited her over, She said she'd get Boris's driver to drop her off and I promised to meet her downstairs.#     The driver came in with her, but once he'd seen me, he told Vikki he'd come back about 3pm and she said we'd be down in the Foyer. Then we went up to the room and had a couple of drinks.
 
     Although she was only 12 she seemed really grown up and we had a laugh, surfing the TV channels and she told me about some of the people we saw, because she'd met them when she was out with Boris. She said she had seen his wife and kids – three daughters, one was older than her. She knew he'd never leave them and seemed to realise that she only had a certain 'shelf-life' as his mistress. “But he said he'll fix me up with someone when I'm too old for him!” That seemed very sophisticated for me, and I asked her about her family – she'd been in care since she was 8, because her dad had been fucking her and someone at her school had suspected something was wrong at home and had called in Social Services. She was sorry to see her Dad taken away and as her Mum was a Junkie and couldn't look after Vikki on her own, she'd been put in a Children's Home. It seemed to be more like a Dating Agency, cause local business-men who gave donations to the Charity that ran it, had their pick of the kids – boys as well as girls.
     Vikki said she's been lucky, some of the boys had a really rough time and she knew that some of the men who came were quite violent, but fortunately she'd been well enough treated. Most of the ones who took her out just wanted her to suck them off and maybe fuck her in the See You Next Tuesday, only a couple wanted to fuck her Bum but they used plenty of lubrication, and she said she didn't mind it. Boris wasn't into that – he said he prefered to do that with Boys, and do Girls the normal way. She'd only been in the Home a few months when Boris turned up. He'd notoced her straight away and took her out for a ride in his car – they were in the back while his Driver took them to Cramond and Boris asked Vikki to suck his cock while they were being driven through the town. When he came he said she was to swallow most of it then kiss him so he could taste it too. He seemed to get well turned on by that and when the car stopped  he fucked her on the back seats while the Driver – Tomasz pr something like that – stood outside and had a cigarette and kept a lookout, but they weren't disturbed. Afterwards, Boris told her he wanted her to come and lin=ve in his house – not the one his wife and kids lived in but another just round the corner. They actually almost backed on to each other, but the back gardens were well sheltered with trees and stuff.
     Vikki thought it turned him on to be fucking her so near the house where his family lived. Anyway, she said she didn't care, but I thuink some of that was just putting it on for me, acting older than she really was. But she certainly had her head screwed on – she knew her time with Boris was limited and that maybe in six onths or a year she;d be with someone else, chosen by Boris. But in the meantime, she said her life was good. Sometimes she had to be nice to a guest Boris brought home, but they were all respectable: business-men or politicians and some sportsmen that Boris had met and wanted to thank for something. None of them had the stamina of Boris who could shag her for ages when he wanted to, and they mostly seemed very concerned not to be doing anything she didn't want or to hurt her, even accidentally: she said it was because they could be done for Rape, even if she hadn't said “No!” but if she had been willing it would get them an easier sentence. Not that any of them ever really thought they would get in trouble. They were all Top Dogs in the City, Councillors and Senior Police Officers and some MPs and even a few Vicars and Bishops.
     To be honest, most of the names went right in one ear and out the other – I didn't know who they were and never expected to meet them anyway. But when she mentioned George Gill my eyes must have given me away and she asked: “Is he your friend?” So I told her my story, right up till Ronnie had brought me to the Hotel. Vikki agreed that the parties could be the worst – she said that Boris usually brought in some other Girls and a few Boys for the Parties and she did know that one time a Doctor had been called after one of the Boys was almost suffocated – well, he was, but was okay in the end. Vikki didn;t know the Doctor's name, but I had a good idea from his description that he was Graham. After he'd fixed the Boy, he'd been offered a fee choice of the Boys and Girls and had chosen Vikki and she told me he'd done her from behind while he worked her See You Next Tuesday with his fingers and had managed to make her Cum at the same time as him/ Oh, I knew he was good at that!
 
     So he time flew past and we'd emptied a few bottles and done a good bit of snogging - it's fummy how when there's no Men around, young girls will happily snog each other, and also get into what Americans seem to call 'Heavy Petting' - by the time we had to goi down for the Driver. He looked a bit concerned because Vikki was quite drunk, but he managed to get her out quietly and she said she'd had a great time and would call me soon – or maybe come over to hers. That was when I realized I hadn't eaten more than some crisps and nuts in the Room so I ordered some stuff from Room Service.
 
     It was a nice young Boy who brought it up and when I gave him 20p tip – I had no money other than a few coins in my purse. Ronnie paid for everything I wanted and the Hotel bills got put on his Account. And he winked at me, as much as to say “I'll get the rest of it later!” I felt quite pleased, cause he was pretty smart in his uniform and he had a bulge in his trousers.