Day Two, October 31st, 9am. Cheryl.
The light…
It’s the unwelcome sound of manic bleeping that wakes us up, the repetitive electronic squeak soaring into me ears and bouncing off the insides of me skull like a high pitched ping-pong ball of pain.
“Urgh God! Turn it off!”
I poke at a still slumbering Kimberley drawing the pillow tightly round me ears as she finally stirs reaching for the alarm and fiddling with the demon thing until its squeaks are abruptly silenced.
“Is it safe to come out?” I joke, me head still buried in the pillow.
“Don’t be daft, it‘s not that bad” she prises the pillow away, “I have to have it a bit louder, in case you haven’t noticed I’m a heavy sleeper”
“More like fookin’ narcoleptic” I mutter, rubbing me ears.
“Oww!” I wince as she lightly punches me bare belly.
Hang on a minute…how come I’m nearly naked too?!
I repeat the thought out loud and she looks at us sternly.
“Well Ms Tweedy I woke up at two this morning freezing my arse off because, after you’d taken advantage of me last night, you fell asleep without covering us both up…”
“Taken advantage of you?!” I interrupt indignantly, “oh aye cos you were really fighting us off pet”
She gives me belly another punch and I grab her hand pulling her close for a long, languid kiss. She grins at us as we part for oxygen.
“Anyway it’s a good job I woke up, you’d still got all your clothes on and there was a big pube print on your cheek”
“Oops!” I laugh, “that wouldn’t have gone well with me costume”
“Hmm…that reminds me, I still don’t know what you’re wearing”
She drops her hand a little lower, stroking playfully.
“Oh no” I move it back up to me belly, “you’re not gettin’ it out of us like that, it‘s a surprise”
She pouts at us and I feel me resolve falter, not much can compete with spending the day in bed with her but today has been planned for a long time and we’ve both got loads to be getting on with.
“I should go” I sigh regretfully, “I didn’t plan on spending the night. I’ve got to have a shower and change then I’m seeing a woman at the bank about upgrades to the gym”
“Fair enough” she smiles, “what time should I expect you at the club tonight?”
“Probably be about seven, that’d be purr-fect”
She perks up,
“Hey is that a clue?!”
I grin widely,
“Mebbes!”
Kimberley. 11.50am. Monitoring the guys and ghouls…
After showering, having breakfast then slipping into my leather pants and a jumper it‘s just shy of twelve when I arrive at The Leopard Lounge. From the outside the club looks its usual self, except that is for the two stone gargoyles on plinths each one guarding either side of the entrance doors. Traditionally gothic and imposing they have the exact image I want to convey, no naff paper bunting and ugly decorations here. Just pure class, precisely what my patrons expect of me, my club and my girls.
If an event’s worth putting on then you’d better do it well. Remember nobody returns to a lacklustre party Kimberley!
I shake my head trying to rid it of troublesome images, my father lecturing my twelve year old self on the importance of presentation and schmoozing your clients. Back then he thought he was preparing me to eventually take over the family business.
