The Further Adventures of a London Call Girl by Belle de Jour Read Free Book Online Page A

dramatically.
    ‘You want me to stay or go?’
    ‘I’ll feel bad for kicking you out this late.’
    ‘Don’t,’ N said. He dressed, picked up his bag and left quietly.
    Later, I heard a drop through the mail slot. Bit late for the post, I thought. I went downstairs to check – a Yorkie bar. My favourite. N knows, he always does.
    dimanche, le 17 octobre
    ‘You coming round later?’ I asked.
    ‘Are you feeling better today?’ N asked.
    ‘A bit, yes,’ I said. ‘Need anything from the shops?’
    ‘You could always go see those cucumbers for yourself. Maybe pick one out for us.’
    ‘Yeah, I’ll just nip round to Kingston and buy a single cucumber. Not suspicious at all.’
    ‘Okay, then, get two.’
    ‘Not sure I could manage to accommodate both simultaneously.’
    ‘Carrot instead, then?’
    ‘Don’t get me wrong,’ I said. ‘I love double penetration. But when things are over a certain size, they get squeezed out. It’s like I’m too small.’
    ‘It’s a question of capacity, not size. Even G had problems from time to time, and if something too big went in, the other thing would be pushed out. Unfortunately I was usually it.’
    ‘You and she must have worked fairly hard to find something that didn’t fit.’ His couplings with G were near-legendary as much for her pain threshold as anything else.
    ‘Oh, she could have done a cucumber all right,’ he said. ‘But possibly not the entire salad bar.’
    ‘Chandeliers might have been too much but I reckon a bedside lamp would have done the trick.’
    ‘A two-seater settee but not the whole sofa.’ He chuckled. ‘Anyway, whenever I was fisting her in front and buggering her in the rear I’d usually only last a few minutes at most.’
    ‘Probably just as well, it’s not something I can imagine anyone would enjoy doing for hours. Be sort of difficult to read your watch that way around, for one.’
    ‘I can think of one advantage, though … the second hand is already in.’
    ‘Oh, very punny.’
    mardi, le 19 octobre
    Manager rang early – emergency call at lunchtime. ‘But I’ll be at work,’ I wailed. In fact, I was already late. ‘I can’t sneak off for the sake of a client.’
    ‘Do you not even take lunch?’ she asked. ‘In, out, done. You will hardly interrupt your busy schedule.’
    ‘No. Absolutely not. Ring him and cancel.’ And yet, I thought, I probably could do it. Just. And until the first pay cheque came through, the money would certainly come in handy.
    ‘Can’t do eet, darling,’ she sighed. ‘He’ll be in meetings all morning.’
    ‘Send someone else.’
    ‘You know I have no one else like you.’ No one else who can be guilted into extra work at such short notice, that is. Why on earth was I still doing this? I knew the risk was high – someone might intercept a phone call, spot me going to or from an appointment, or, worse, discover my online profile with the escort agency – but I have a genetic inability to say no.
    ‘No.’ Well, maybe not.
    ‘Darling, he’s paying double. It’s only a leeeetle thing. I promise it absolutely, positively won’t happen again.’
    I sighed. I’d argue her down another day. I had the bag tucked safely under my desk, and no one else comes back from lunch on time, anyway. I changed in the ladies’ and stashed the bag in a maintenance closet. Was walking out the door to meet my car when I passed a co-worker.
    My supervisor Giles. Shit.
    His head didn’t turn – must not have recognised me.
    Thank fuck for small mercies.
    mercredi, le 20 octobre
    We walk down to the Italian. The waiter nods at us and brings the drinks straight away. We order without opening the menus. ‘Sure you don’t want anything else?’ N asks. ‘Go ahead. My treat.’
    ‘Aren’t you the gentleman,’ I smile. ‘What’s the occasion?’
    N looks at his hands. ‘I wanted you to be first to know … I’ve met someone.’
    ‘Wow, I …’ How? When? Our eyes meet and he smiles. ‘Have