Ronnie took me shopping for some new clothes – they were what I thought of as 'sexy' and I felt grown up at the idea of wearing them. Stockings and underwear as well as some tight jeans and tops. I also got some make-up. I've never really had a chance to buy or wear much make-up, so this was quite an adventure for me. He also managed to find a couple of wigs which I've never had before, he said it can be nice to be able to change my hair colour or style without having to go to a hairdresser.
When we got back to the Hotel he said we could have a bath together, as the bath was big enough for two – and anyway, I was quite small anyway. This was a totally new experience for me – the
whole thing was new, but the idea of having a bath with a Man felt like the ultimate. And it was. I got in first and Ronnie climbed in on top of me. The deep bath and all the water made us both quite light and buoyant. Because of the oils and bubble bath that Ronnie had put in, our bodies were slippery and it was great when he slid his big cock inside me. We had to be careful not to flood the bathroom floor, so he wasn't as vigorous as when we were on the bed or the floor, but he soon got a good rhythm going and we sort of slid up and down the bath as he fucked me. He was kissing me all the time, so while his cock was sliding out and in my See you Next Tuesday, his tongue was doing the same thing in my mouth and when he came it was with a great juddering thrust, like as if he was driving a boat up onto a beach.
After that we just lay, warm and safe, his arms wrapped round me and my legs round his waist, like I was holding him inside me. When the water began to cool, he got out and |i wrapped myslef in the big fluffy white bathrobe with the Hotel's crest and name on it. Ronnie led me back into our bedroom and we had a few drinks.
“I think we should go to a night-club tonight,” he said, and asked me if I had any preference for the kind of music, and I told him I quite liked Techno for dancing. He said that he knew a Club with a good DJ who plays a lot of Techno, so after dinner downstairs, we got ready. Ronnie was good at doing my make-up, he said that he'd done some training with a Make-up Artist at Top of the Pops, and I easily looked over 18 by the time he'd finished. I put on some of my new clothes and we went to the Club about ten o'clock.
It was heaving, and I noticed that most of the girls looked very young – maybe not 13, like me, but not much over 16, though probably quite a lot would have been over 18. Most of the guys were in their 30s or 40s and a couple as old as Ronnie. A lot of the time it was just us girls dancing while the Men drank and smoked and talked with each other and watched us – the dance floor was on a kind of raised platform above the main floor, so they probably got sight of a lot of knickers, as most of us were wearing short skirts, and a few had tight shorts on. Then the DJ put on a set of slow beats and quite a lot of the guys came up, either to their own girlfriends, like Ronnie came and started dancing with me, while others tried to get the attention of a girl who didn't have a partner. I kinda worked out that as it was getting quite late, this was them trying to pick up a girl for afterwards. Ronnie certainly let me know that he was well ready for some fun when we got back to the Hotel. Whenever he danced close with me I could feel his erection bulging in his trousers and he liked to cup my bum in his hands and press me close to him.
I realised that this was what was missing in my relationships with George and Graham. They didn't take me out anywhere, mosty of my time with them was just spent being fucked. George had a wife and family and wouldn't want to risk being seen in public with me. And Graham was a respected local GP so he also had to keep me secret. And I was at an age where, although I enjoyed the sex and the attention I got from them, I wanted other fun as well – doing normal things, like Clubbing, or Shopping or the Pictures and Pubs and walks at Cramond or in the Park. Ronnie wasn't afraid to be seen about with me, and that made me really happy – quite apart from being my entry into Jimmy Savile's Good Books.
When it got near closing time, Ronnie got our coats from the Clokroom and I said “Bye, Bye” to a few of the girls I'd been talking with, on the dance floor or in the loo. The youngest, who had told me she was 12, was leaving with a big, burly guy she'd said was Russian, Boris Something that I couldn't
pronounce – she'd told me that he was a businessman who lived in London (that was where his wife and kids were) but he also had a house in Morningside and she stayed with him when he was here, which was usually every other week. Her name was Vikki and her family lived in Muirhouse but they didn't care where she was or what she was doing, Boris paid them something every month and they were happy with that. I had said to her that I thought she was a lucky girl to have someone to look after her, but she said the down-side was when he entertained his 'business associates', which meant she had to suck them all off and sometimes they all fucked her, usually six or eight of them. That didn't sound too good to me – I had a flashback of Shangri La and that only involved about four or five guys, but it left me and Poor Pavel with black eyes and lots of bruises. She said that Boris gave her Coke, so that helped, she usually didn't feel or notice much of what they were doing, and she's have a couple of duvet days to recover afterwards. Boris usually went back to London after the Party so she didn't have anything to do then. She gave me her address and number so that I could maybe pop round when Boris was away, there was a cook and a housekeeper to take care of the place, but she was sure Boris wouldn't mind. I gave her my mobile number and she promised to call me.
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