I really liked Amsterdam..It was not shiny or fancy, but it has its charm. The sky was covered with gray clouds, which were matching with the cold air and grayish looking buildings. It was very cold outside of the airport building. There was a limo waiting for us in the front.
"Is freaking freezing here!" Camille yealled and blow on her bare hands. "Can you put a heater on please?" It took just few minutes and i was able to take off my jacket.
"Whisky? Brandy? Vodka?" Camille was going through the little fridge. I was already light headed from drinking at the airplane. "I never had brandy before.." She poured me a glass and she got on for herself too.
"Cheers!"
Our hotel was right on the side of the Amsterdam's canal. We shared beautiful room. I put my luggage on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed watching Camille getting out of her fur coat and boots. "You must be hungry..I'm starving." She said. I did not feel hungry, but i realized that i had just small appetizer in the plane..i should eat.
"We have to be at the Amrath hotel by nine..." She tried to calculate how much time do we have..
"Why?" Camille did not gave me any info about what will happen here during my stay.
"I'm going to be a judge at this strip show contest." She waved her hand and tossed her boots in the middle of the room. "Nothing fancy.., but it is in one very cool club..it's call Zebra. We will have our VIP section. Are you ready to party?!"
I guess. I stopped partying when I met Peter. He went to parties without me, cause for me it was just waste of the time and energy. Getting wasted, feeling sick the other day, spending money on alcohol..I smiled at her, but my smile was not convincing enough..
"Hey Michaela! This is Amsterdam Bitch! City of sex, drugs and craziness.." She tried to cheer me up.
We went to the hotel's restaurant for little earlier dinner and drinks - again. I did not remember the taste of my steak and fries, but i did remember the taste of that good red wine. It was that wine , what made it so easy for Camille to dress me in to this leather looking extra mini dress. I could not breath when she closed the zipper.
"Wow..you look hot." I saw her face in the mirror as she was standing behind me. I wanted to say that I look like a hooker, but it was Camille's dress and I did not want to hurt her feelings. The bright red color of the dress was too much for me..
"Here." She went to her suitcase and brought me a pair of Alexander McQueen's shoes with a studs on them. I was very close to refuse wearing them.
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That Bitch..
RomanceI was not born a bitch, i became one..thanks to you.. He pulled my hair back, i felt his breath on my neck.."You like to play, huh?" I whispered feeling his desire..He looked in my eyes..I could see the fire in his eyes.."..than you will cry." I sai...
