Thursday 17 October 2013

Like putty in her hand.


This is Part 2 of the Cinderella story. Find part 1 here.




Belinda smiled, she was at it again and it was working a treat. It’s funny how she just so happened to be in the same hotel as one of the richest men in Central Asia on his first of only 2 nights in the country. Selim was the 7th most eligible bachelor in the world but he was known to be keen to come off that list. He was looking for someone beautiful, intelligent, and sophisticated and he thought he might have just found her in Belinda. To celebrate  he was ordering champagne like it was lemonade but Belinda noticed that he wasn’t drinking too much himself. Typical 40 year old man who thinks he on a promise she thought to herself, get the girl drunk but stay clear headed enough to be able to perform. Luckily Belinda had a gift; she could drink champagne all night long and never feel in the slightest bit tipsy. So if Selim thought he was about to drink her under the table, he had another thing coming.

She could act tipsy though, acting was another gift and she was playing her part now. Her giggles, the little touches on the shoulder and on the knee, the little wave as she went to the toilet were all doing the trick. They’d only met an hour before but already Selim was like putty in her hand.

The next two days were like a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam. Selim was like a stallion between the sheets; strong, skilled and with a voracious appetite. Enjoying it though she was, Belinda was beginning to fret that they would never go shopping. The sex was all well and good but she wasn't in it for that, she was here for the money. She needn’t have worried though, the shop was about to come to her.


A knock on the hotel room door was followed by an army of people bringing in all manner of things. As the army retreated, two women appeared who began to dress and undress Belinda with a military precision. They put her in a range of posh frocks with all the accessories to match. Belinda didn’t make a choice; Selim either nodded his approval or said a sharp no. The dresses that he approved were put in the vast wardrobe, the jewellery on the dresser. When the women left, Selim stood up, kissed Belinda and spoke.
‘I must go now, but I want you to come to my country, say you will.’ There was a look of desperation in his eyes that almost made Belinda pity him.
‘All of this is for you. Take it but come to me.’ He handed her a plane ticket for 2 days later.
‘First class.’
‘Of course I will darling.’ Belinda said with a smile that looked so genuine that it would have fooled anyone. ‘I love you.’ She whispered as she stroked his face gently.

Belinda looked around the room, Selim was gone but the riches remained. She packed the new suitcase he’d left her, tore up the plane ticket and switched sim cards leaving the one with his details sinking down to the bottom of the ice bucket. She smiled to herself as she waited for her brother to answer the phone. She’d keep the real silk stockings Selim had bought her, they might come in handy, but the rest of the stuff her brother could deal with for the right price, especially the diamonds, Vinny loved the diamonds.

Selim’s driver shook his head. They’d been at the airport for 2 hours but there’d been no sign of the girl. Selim’s money bought power, the power to see the passenger list of the flight she’d been booked on. But his driver had just discovered there was no one on the flight with her name. Selim took out his phone and called the number she’d given him for the 15th time since he'd left that hotel room. Again it went straight to voicemail. Selim was beginning to realise he’d been played, deceived, ripped off. He felt his blood boil but outwardly he remained calm. She didn’t know who she was dealing with. No one ripped him off, no one made him look a fool. He’d hunt that bitch down, find her and teach her a lesson she’d never forget. 

Find part 3 here part 4 here and part 5 here

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