Wednesday 9 October 2013

A modern day Cinderella




Belinda moved effortlessly through the crowd, her dress clinging to her body just long enough to capture the attention of the men before flowing freely. She knew she looked perfect; beautiful without being overbearing, sexy without being slutty, available without being out there. She was the envy of every woman and the desire of every man. She worked the room, a smile here, an air kiss there, and despite being uninvited, she knew she would never be asked to leave. She also knew full well she could have any man in the room but she only had eyes for one. 

She wasn’t alone in that, this was like a modern day Cinderella and Prince Charming was why every woman was here, but Belinda knew she would be the one the slipper fitted that night, and yes, that was a euphemism. 

Some of the invited ones were hoping to snare the prince for a husband, Belinda could spot them a mile off; needy, overly made up and a look of hope in their eyes that was extinguished as soon as they saw her. They’d soon be casting their nets in shallower water.


The other invited women were with husbands, but still hoping that tonight they’d catch the ‘prince’s’ eye before sneaking away from their husbands at a later date to satisfy their desires. They also recognised Belinda for what she was, so their attention remained on their husbands tonight.


The other uninvited guests were whores; high-class hookers hoping 'prince charming' would be willing to pay for it tonight. It was said that he prefered to pay so that there would be no misunderstandings. If the rumours were to be believed, one, two or three of them could make enough money to have a six-week holiday somewhere very nice indeed. Better dressed than the wannabe wives, Belinda recognised them by the dead in their eyes; this was work and nothing else. Their dreams of a mountain of coke was soon snuffed out though. They knew as soon as they saw Belinda sashay through the room that they too would be looking around for less expensive prizes; still wealthy enough to make the evening worthwhile but certainly not the jackpot. 

Belinda wasn’t a wannabe wife, lover or trick, no Belinda was a thief. Over the next few days she would take maybe half a million pound from the ‘prince’. Take is the wrong word, she wouldn’t take his money, she’d accept it. He’d shower her with anything she asked for then, then when she got bored she’d disappear. But unlike Cinderella she’d make sure she didn’t leave a tell tale slipper behind so that the love-struck ‘prince’ could find her.

Belinda took a glass of champagne from a passing tray and smiled in the direction of the ‘prince’. Job done! She knew that was all it would take. She watched him talk to his lackeys and them look in her direction. Within minutes he was making his way over and all the other women in the room were making other plans.

The next three days were an orgy of sex and spending sprees, he wanted to buy her clothes but she skilfully manoeuvred him towards items with resale value. Jewellery, watches, sunglasses, perfumes, he was a willing shopper and his credit card knew no limits.

But a girl can only do so much faking, so on day three she made her excuses, packed and left. She promised him with all her heart she’d be back soon, she gave him her number and email address, he called her so she had his number, (and it check it wasn't a fake), they kissed like teenagers, tears running down her face and then she hailed a cab, not looking back, so that the ‘prince’ wouldn’t see her smiling.

She sat in the taxi putting her regular sim card in her phone, subtly dropping the disposable one  out of the window.  Then she called her brother, ‘Vinny, I got diamonds, you got cash?’
‘I’ve always got cash.’
‘Great, I’ll be with you in a day or two.’ 

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1 comment:

  1. Hm, interesting. You're not implying that somebody got hurt here, are you? Or that there's somebody to blame or somebody to feel pity for..... :-)

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