Skip to main content

WHAT IT TAKES : 1


                                                                 1.
Lola walks down Grafton street with a smile, it's a chilly autumn evening. Her luscious curls bounced with every step she took, her faux fur coat keeping her warm and fabulous at the same time.
Her leather skirt showed her figure, she has a medium-sized apple shaped bottom she maintains by squatting a hundred times a day.
The skirt stopping a few inches above the knees allows her to show off her legs, standing at 5'5 with the body of an athlete, her friends always regarded her as lucky for being thick yet toned.

Mustard is a great colour for this time of the year, something to brighten the dull wet days. She takes a look at her self through the glass door of a store, before turning into Balfe street. The Philip Lynott statue is free of giddy tourist today, she paused to look at it a for a few seconds before walking past. Stopping to look at the statue and picturing herself as a rock star is something she does each time she goes to her 7pm appointment.
The doorman gave her a nod and a quick smile as she walked into the lobby, she hates the prick.
She took out her phone to check the room number.
"Room 99 please', she said to the receptionist".
"Name? "
" Lola M', she answered, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.

The receptionist hands her a key card with a friendly grin.
She walks past the elevator, taking the stairs everywhere she goes helps her burn a few calories.

The room was furnished with a homely vibe, it's her favourite room in the four-star hotel.
She takes out her phone to send a quick text to her date and quickly glanced through her social media.
She switches on the Tv flicks through the channels before settling for RTE, her love for watching the news is something she got from her father.

Thirty minutes after her arrival in the room, she begins to undress, she looks at her self in the mirror as she takes off her underwear, she loves the way her body is perfect and imperfect at the same time.
She grabbed the duffel bag she placed on the dressing table on arrival.
She changed into her red lingerie, black stockings, and Louboutins.
She sighed deeply as she looked at the beautiful yet painful Pigalles on her pedicured feet, she hates how expensive they are but is not bothered as she didn't pay a cent for them.

Two weeks after Brian got her the shoes, he got her a Louis Vuitton never full handbag for her twenty-first birthday and a Gucci watch. They are the three expensive things she owned as she gave him a good talking to on how she prefers cash to gift.
" Five hundred euro is better than a one thousand euros handbag', she told him when he handed her the bag and she looked at the price tag.

She looks at the time on her phone, 7pm. She takes the wine out of the fridge and pours a glass.  He is usually ten minutes late for every visit.
Ten minutes after there is a knock on the door, she opens and is welcomed by a hug, behind him a stunning blonde woman in an expensive coat and heels  grins at her

Sometimes his wife likes to watch, it creeps her out but she gets paid extra for this visit.
She welcomes her into the room, takes her coat and hands her the glass of wine, this is done without any word or eye contact. She takes out the new toy she picked up from Ann Summers the previous day, a new for her every time she visits.

She picks up her phone to send a quick text.

I'll be home by nine babes, please pick up Charlies on your way home. Beef fried rice, don't forget the extra spice. XX 




Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Act of Indecent Dressing.

I've always wondered how women can walk around looking almost naked yet feeling comfortable with it. I've never been one for going out with skimpy clothes, I do have some skirts and dresses that are above the knees, but they stay unworn in the back of the wardrobe, I wore a very questionable leather peplum to the beach and I felt very uncomfortable, had to pull it down ever time I stood up , and when It was my turn to go get drinks my brothers friend took a look at me and told me to sit down.  I was embarrassed, but I turned a lot of heads, when we switched locations to Waterside I had a guy wait for me outside the toilet since he couldn't approach me in from of the two intimidating men I was with. He offered to take me out clubbing and I blamed it on the skirt because I was dressed like I belonged in a club.

Lost.

Its 7am I can't sleep the insomnia is back, WTF is wrong with me, I've not stepped out the door for five days been holed up in my house for almost a week not doing anything reasonable well except for catching up on series and stuffing my face. My routine consists of waking up when ever I want or by a phone call, getting ready brushing, shower and back in bed I go, getting up to get food or to got to the bathroom , I've been doing this for the last three weeks and Its not healthy, I have nothing better to do and I'm not motivated to do anything or I just cant be arsed but which ever one it is it all needs to stop because its driving me nuts. I feel trapped !!! I have so many bright ideas. I wrote so many stories in my head, but I find it hard to put pen to paper or even do a blog post. I'm lost. Is this okay ? Is it normal? My faith is at an all time low, I can't even cry out to God for help, I just cant be bothered. I cannot do this any longer. I need...

ESCAPE

"God will punish you', I shouted as I tried to chase the man who robbed me" "E no go better for you ', I am fighting a battle I know I’m not going to win, but I hate being cheated, I settled on the train tracks to catch my breath, a few minutes before the train passes. A small crowd  gathered the nosy bastards who have nothing better to do on a Monday morning, I look up from after a few minutes, I have no choice, a pair of over-bleached feet appeared beside me. The sight of someone's skin bearing a striking resemblance to over roasted plantain nearly made me regurgitate the contents of my stomach. "How far now? she asked putting her hands on my waist.