Chapter One

 

Bella finds a reasonably clean basin, washes her hands and then checks herself out in the mirror. She has never been one for dolling herself up, even when she was trying to attract kerb crawlers, walking the streets; however, she usually applies eye liner and shadow to accentuate her large hazel eyes and long eyelashes. They are her best feature and partly responsible for a number of clients developing a crush on her.

She's happy with her appearance, but anxious about the events of the previous night when she murdered two men in a flat in East London. Her plan went like clockwork and she came away with not only the scumbag's pornographic files, but a tray of diamonds, a heap of cash and a large bag of heroine.

However, her plan involved being picked up by the police, once they've found the bodies; and then being questioned about the murders. Bella was sure that the housekeeper would find the bodies first thing in the morning and immediately alert the police, but the news channels have all been silent on the matter. If Edward Cartwright's housekeeper is having a weekend off then the news might not break until Monday morning; by which time she'll be a nervous wreck!

Bella's alibi will be that she was with her flatmate, Ruby, all night. The fingerprints that they are sure to find, were left, she'll claim, when she went to his flat the previous Monday night. She was careful not to leave any DNA on either of the victims during her second visit, so should be able to explain away the fingerprints and anything else they might find in the flat.

The thought of being interrogated by the filth doesn't scare Bella, for she's been picked up so many times off the street, she's gotten used to the antics and heavy handed tactics of the vice squad. She's also spent a couple of months in Holloway for ABH after she got in a fight with a drug dealer, so cop shops don't scare her either.

Life has to go on as normal and the guys at the escort agency mustn't know about her crimes. If they're not involved in any way then the police will draw a blank if they are questioned.

Bella told Ruby she was seeing a regular tonight, which was a lie. The client is a woman and Bella thought that her partner wouldn't like the idea of her escorting and sharing a bed with a lesbian. The client had been booked for some time and the truth is that Bella had been looking forward to the experience. She met Amanda Steel at the Beaumont Hotel in Mayfair, at 8 o'clock, as arranged and had almost finished her dinner when she needed the bathroom.

Bella straightens up and smooths out her red, Korean style dress, which has an outer layer of flimsy lace over the cotton frock. It's very flattering and she loves wearing it, even though it's a bit short for a cold December day. Bella dries her hands on a paper towel and sets off to return to the table in the grill room, where Amanda and her friends are waiting.

Dark mahogany furniture, red valour upholstery and defused lighting create a rich and opulent atmosphere in the exclusive restaurant, while lines of framed pictures featuring old American movie stars lightens the feel of the vast dining room.

"Bella!" Amanda exclaims, getting to her feet. "Your ears must be burning."

She edges past her client and slips into the horseshoe shaped seat to join the others who are just starting to drink their coffee.

"I hope you haven't been saying anything horrible about me," she says with a broad smile.

"Oh no. Jenny was just saying that you're like no other escort she's met. Teri and I wholeheartedly agree with her," Amanda explains.

Bella's three female companions are all approximately 12 to 15 years older than she is. Her client is 37, and her friends, Jenny and Teri are 39 and 40 respectively. Since they sat down to dinner most of the conversation revolved around a business that the three women are involved in, so Bella sat and listened for most of the main course.

Then between courses and during desert the subject turned to London's West End, which is probably Bella's specialist subject. The 3 friends avoided talking about escorts and prostitutes, which kind of pleased Bella, because a lot of her clients and their friends often ask her to relate some of her more hair-raising experiences. Bella considers her response to Amanda's questionable comment.

"I'm hoping you mean that in a complementary way?" she asks Jenny cheekily.

"Oh, yes dear. Of course. We all think you are delightful and that Amanda has come up trumps for a change."

Bella had been wondering if Amanda frequently uses escorts, but because of the others, she hadn't broached the subject. She does feel out on a limb though, because all three women are very posh and well spoken, although she has to admit that her companions have behaved impeccably toward her.

"Yes, Bella, I'm pleased I found you," she says moving her left hand from the table to Bella's thigh.

A spark of unexpected pleasure travels up her leg, all the way to her pussy, which had been dormant until that moment in time. Bella is a highly sexed individual and easily becomes aroused, if the conversation or physical stimulation leads in that direction; but the 3 friends had so far avoided the subject.

Bella is bisexual and lives with her partner, Ruby, who is a lesbian. She loves living with Ruby and the understanding and care they have for each other, but Bella is totally inexperienced in escorting a lesbian. If a male client had put his hand on her thigh, then she would have dutifully parted her knees and expected his hand to travel higher in search of her moist panties, but what should she do now?

"Have you used our agency before?" she asks.

"No, but I will again." The hand moves a fraction, so Bella parts her thighs, just wide enough for Amanda's slim fingers to dip into the crevice and gently stroke the soft skin of her inner thigh through her stockings.

Amanda uses her right hand to take a sip of wine, while Terri, who is sitting on Bella's left, turns to talk to Jenny. Her client puts her glass down and smiles at her.

"Tell me Bella, what did you think when you found out that you'd be escorting a woman tonight?" the fingers continue their administrations, but don't venture under her skirt, which has ridden halfway up her thighs.

Bella is wearing an expensive pair of skin tone, silk holdups, enabling Amanda's fingers to glide back and forth, squeezing with her thumb when she asks the question and wants a response.

"Well, to tell you the truth, Amanda, I thought that it'll make a change not to have some macho male pawing me all night,"

Amanda's rich brown eyes light up and she lifts her chin as she laughs. "Is this your first time escorting a woman, Bella?"

Her friends stop talking and turn to listen to her answer.

"It's the first time I've escorted a beautiful woman..." Amanda chuckles and gives her thigh a harder squeeze before taking her hand away.

"Good answer, Bella and thanks for the compliment, but are you as good in bed as you are at making conversation?"

Bella couldn't help noticing the surprised expression on Jenny's face and Teri's inquisitive look at Bella's dark haired companion.

"I can be as good or bad as you like," she replies cheekily, which gets a favourable reaction from her 3 companions, especially Amanda.

"Bella, finish your coffee and we'll get moving. I want to show my friends a club I know that has a great dancefloor. You do dance...?" she asks.

"Only when I've had a few drinks," Bella admits.

"Amanda," Teri holds up her hand. "Jenny and I won't be coming with you. We've had a long journey this afternoon and Jenny is tired, so we'll go straight to our room when we've had another coffee."

"I understand Teri. Don't worry. Bella and I will be fine on our own," she says and then turns to Bella. "Won't we darling?"

"Oh, yes, definitely," Bella replies hastily. "I've enjoyed your company Teri, Jenny." She smiles graciously toward them.

Amanda has long dark hair and an oval face with well-defined features. Her dark brown, downturn eyes, are heavily lined and shadowed; and she's wearing a dark rose shade of lipstick on her gently curving sensual lips. Bella thinks that she looks 5 or 6 years younger than she is, until her voice hardens when she's making a point.

Amanda points to the curve of the seat. "Would you pass me my bag Bella," she asks, with a slightly harder edge to her voice.

As soon as she hands the white shoulder bag to the businesswoman, she takes her phone out and taps on a contact's number. "I'm just phoning for my car," she explains to Bella, who puts her own bag on the table in front of her.

Bella sits back to listen to Amanda speak to her chauffeur and decides that she likes the sophisticated 37 year old woman. During the discussions she had with her business colleagues, Bella detected signs of a forceful and determined character, so assumes that she will want to dominate her.

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"I have a weakness for blondes, Bella, which is one of the reasons I chose you," she says softly, "Most of the girl's I've met have lacked personality and a sense of humour, both of which you have in spades."

They had just settled into the back of Amanda's car after agreeing to skip the dancing and go straight to the businesswoman's flat; which is on the other side of central London, in Canary Wharf.

"That's very kind of you to say that..." Bella is distracted when Amanda leans across and pushes her fingers into her hair just above her left ear.

Bella is comfortable in the rear leather seat of the BMW but overheating in the humid atmosphere; so she unbuttons her coat, pulls it apart and relaxes, while her client continues to study her face and gently comb her fingers through her hair.

"I get the sense that you're fed up with men pawing your body, how do you feel about a woman's touch. Bella?" she asks, dropping her hand onto Bella's left breast.

Amanda is already close, so instead of waiting for an answer, closes the gap and forcibly kisses Bella. She responds to the older woman's bold move and begins to tussle with her tongue for a few seconds, deliberately giving ground in a show of weakness and submission.

The kiss ignites Bella's libido and a deep desire to be touched surges thorough her body; only slightly satisfied by Amanda's gentle grip of her breast. The businesswoman draws away and looks pleased with Bella's reaction.

"I've wanted to do that since you arrived at the restaurant, Bella." Her hand moves down the side of her cardigan and onto the skirts of her frock.

Bella swallows hard and twists towards Amanda's body, leaving her right leg behind, so there's a wide gap for her dominating client to explore. While holding eye contact, Bella feels her skirt being tugged, followed by a warm hand delving between her thighs. Then, while accepting another passionate kiss, the fingers finally reach the tight bulge of her panties and begin to explore the contours of her pussy.

As waves of excitement and pleasure wash over Bella, she can't help wishing that all her clients are women and that they would be as passionate and domineering as Amanda is. If that was the case then her life would be a lot less complicated and far more rewarding than it has ever been thus far...