OOOHHHHH!

I awoke in a tangle of arms and legs.

My head ached, my body ached ... yet I felt satisfied and very much alive.

I untangled myself from the two men I was entwined between and padded, naked, to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, alka seltzer and put on the coffee.

The living room had that 'morning after' smell ... booze and bodies ... not unpleasant but I went to the window and opened it up to let some fresh air in.

Fortunately I had wrapped the curtain around myself before doing so ... years of being tabloid fodder had trained me to do so ... as a lone pap sprang out from behind a tree on the other side of the road, his camera flashing away at me as he did so.

I stuck out my tongue before stepping back from his view and continuing to the kitchen ... my mouth was still dry and my head was pulsing somewhat.

I plugged in the coffee machine whilst I sipped at my alka seltzer ... a smile on my face ... god I wasn't exactly Snow White playing happy families but I did like to do things my way and if that meant one me and two men every now and again ... then c'est la vie!

I was pouring myself a coffee when Millie scurried in, a duvet pulled around her.

'Morning!' my voice was cheery and light ... I knew that Millie would be suffering from post coital guilt so thought it best to try and lighten her mood from the offset.

'ooooohhhh!' was all she could say.

Sit down and I'll pour you a coffee.

She did as instructed and I placed it down in front of her.

'ooohhhh Amanda, what have a done!'

'You've got over a cheating bastard and had got yourself a little fun in the process', I replied before going back to my bedroom to get my silk dressing gown ... I was still naked after all!

TWO HEADS ARE BETTER!

What a night!

A blur of fast music, cold alcohol and hot men!

Millie and I stayed for a few hours longer, drinking, laughing and dancing ... growing wilder and drunker by the minute!

I found myself nestled between Z and Lucifer and must admit that I was enjoying it. Millie, on the other hand had thrown all thoughts of Marcus to one side and was loving every minute of Hans' hands!

In a whirlwind of motion and lust I found myself in the back of the Amanda, Oh! limosine, speeding my way back to my apartment with Z and Lucifer. Millie and Hans were getting intimate on the backseat, I was getting very intimate on the floor. Poor old Josh had only his mobile to get intimate with!

We got back to my place and the two men carried me up to my apartment, we were all crazy with lust ... none of us could get enough!

I seem to remember Tomas meeting us, a crude smile on his face, as he opened up and we all entered.

Within moments the three of us where on my double bed, naked and drunk .....

Girls I can assure you that in some circumstances two heads are better than one!

IF YOU CAN'T BEAT THEM

I can honestly say that in all of the years that Millie and I have been close friends that I have never seen her in such a state of mind.

She waltzed back to the bar and nestled herself onto the lap of Hans.

'Vodka shot please', she purred as Hans grinned back at her ... I could see that he was more than happy to have Millie, previously so quiet and demure, now all vampish and full on sitting on his lap.

'Vodka shots all round!' The waiter nodded his approval and disappeared returning with shot glasses in ice and a frozen bottle of Belvedere.

'Let's have a party!' I cried and lined the glasses up before pouring the clear, ice cold liquid into each one.

'Your in a rock band', I said to Z, 'I hear rock bands like to party too.'

He smiled back at me before squeezing my butt. His hands were strong and firm, I liked it.

'Oh we know how to party .... ' he replied and with that he lifted the Belvedere to his lips and chucked the last quarter of it down his throat in one.

'Well that means we are in for a good night then' I leant forward and we kissed, vodka running down our chins as we came together.

HE'S MARRIED

I put my arms around Millie as she sobbed away ... almost uncontrollably!

He was so perfect for me ... he knew all of those things about me ... he told me that he was the one for me, that he was the one who knew about our powers ... he told me that he was mine forever!

Her tears rolled down her cheeks, her body was shook with the full force of her emotion.

'Maybe it was a misunderstanding ... a mistake?' Marcus seemed like a really decent sort to me ... I was confused, yet I had been known to be wrong about the opposite sex on a few occasions!

'Talk me through what he said, let's see if we can work this out.'

I rubbed her back and as she thought about what I was saying she gradually calmed down.

'well I rang his mobile and she answered',

'How did you know it was his wife?'

'She answered the phone and said Hello, Mrs. Etterton speaking ... can I help you.'

'How do you know she was telling the truth.'

'Marcus took the phone from her ... he confirmed it'

'Did you give him chance to explain?'

'He didn't need to, he told me they were in a hotel room together ... he never told me he was married ... he's a liar ... he's a lying bastard!'

'Something doesn't add up her, let me call him, I want to hear what he has to say.'

'You can't, his number was in the phone, it's broken .. I broke it.'

I picked up the smashed cellular and looked at it, I pressed the power buttons it had had it.

'i can't call him till tomorrow, even if I wanted too.'

Millie had stopped crying and a different look had appeared on her face, one of defiance.

'I want to get drunk with some rock stars'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes', she replied ... ' as drunk as I've ever been!' She dropped the photos of Marcus in the feminine hygiene bin and we went back to the bar.

THE MOVIE MAN

We made our way into the Ladies, Millie thrusting me another of Marcus' modelling photos as we went in.

'He's just sooo yummy, sooo gorgeous, sooo great in bed.'

I smiled ... Millie was such a sweetie, it was great to see her so happy. it has to be said that her love life to date hasn't exactly been smooth.

There was the man at work .... lying, cheating pig who stole her ideas and got promoted.

There was the guy at the bowling alley ... possessive and drunk ... not a good combination.

There was the guy next door .... did whatever Mummy wanted him to.

There was the guy at the nightclub ... wanted Millie to try it out with his girlfriend first.

There was the army guy ... he really wanted to get it on with another army guy.

Now, if this was my history then so be it ... I don't really care ... i like to be in the driving seat and have been since Emmanuel died. Not quite a Samantha out of SATC but i like to play the game my way!

I popped into the cubicle as Millie dialled Marcus on her mobile.

I could hear her voice, quiet at first and then shouting.

'Who is she ... your wife!!! ... you bastard!'

I heard the phone smash against the wall and Millie burst into tears ...oh no ... should I add to the list:-

There was the movie man ... already married!

I LOVE HIM ... I DO

We were having a great time ... the six of us were getting deliciously drunk when Millie leaned over to me ... got to call Marcus ... she slurred.

'Ok ... shall we go to the ladies?' I knew it would be nice and quiet in there ... Millie would get a few peaceful minutes of chat with her fella.

'I do love Marcus you know ...'

'I know', I replied before standing and helping her up from her seat.

'Nature call's boys!' I said to the band.

'Well don't be too long beautiful', came Z's reply ... 'we're all getting pretty rowdy around here and need some lovely ladies to make sure we don't fall into mischief!'

'We won't be long but I certainly can promise you that there's no way I'm gonna keep you out of mischief!' I replied.

I heard the boys cheer as we left them.

'i do love my marcus you know', Millie had got to the stage of being drunk that she was in 'stuck record mode' ... here look at this... she fished a picture from her pocket and waved it in front of me. It was a picture of Marcus that had been taken a few years ago when he had been a male model ... i had to admit that he looked hot.

'Very nice', I said ... now come on ... let's get into the loos so you can call him (and so that i can back to my rockers, I thought!)

THE SINS OF ANGELS!

Five minutes later Millie and I were sitting at our table with the men (and I mean men as opposed to boys in boy bands!) of the Rock Band - Sins of Angels.

The main man was 'Z' - hard, mean and moody ... he had the looks that meant business, tattooed and pierced he was the architypal rock band front man. His clothes looked like he had slept in them but the fact that they also appeared to be one size too small gave the impression that his muscular frame was bursting out from them. If ever a man sympolised masculine sexuality then it was 'Z'.

I couldn't help but notice that Millie was all giggly in the presence of Hans. The bass player of the band literally was a man moutain. He was absolutely huge ... must be nearly seven foot ... not only that bu everything about him seemed huge too. From his dreamy blue eyes to his massive grin. The fact that I knew he had his own range of dildos modelled on his own appendage underlined the fact that he was big, big, big!

Lucifer, the drummer, was someone who I had met previously. A couple of years ago I had been to one of the all-nighters he'd organised as a DJ in Ibiza when he was known as DJ Lucifer. It had been wild ... he was brilliant at getting the crowd going and keeping them at it all night. Not only that but he had performed wearing only a pair of surfer pants ... the girls ... and plenty of the boys ... in the crowd would have done anything to get his attention ... and I mean anything!

Finally, there was the lead guitarist Josh-Li. He was probably the quietest ... but that's not saying much. I could tell by his demeanour that rock and roll was his life and playing his guitar meant everything. I was sure that there was nothing he wouldn't have enjoyed more than to be receiving a bit of oral attention whilst he thrashed out a guitar solo!

the champagne was in full flow and I called out for more ... the night was but young and we had just begun!

MADNESS AHOY!

Millie and I clung to each other as we left the Belvedere Bar! We were in hysterics!

That wasn't funny! Millie gasped as we hailed a cab ... ' he might have been a right prat but I don't think that he deserves that!'

He got exactly what he asked for! i replied as the taxi pulled up ... 'I know I sound a bit hard, but for god's sake, the guy was an egotistical bastard!'

I meant forward and asked for the cabbie to take us to the Lusitania Bar next ... it was new in town and I hadn't been before.

Five minutes later and we where outside, I paid the driver and we made our way in.

Situated at the back of Covent Garden, The Lusitania was themed on the famous ship that was found adrift with all the crewe missing ... to this day nobody knows what happened.

It was full on glam ... the staff were decked out in the smart outfits of the 1920's and the style of the bar was flapper fabulous.

I made my way to one of the tables by the bar and ordered another bottle of Crystal for Millie and I.

'amanda, please..' Millie said, 'let's just get the house champagne and let me pay!'

Millie, I can be firm when i want to, this is my treat and I'm not taking no for an answer.

Millie was about to object when I looked over to the bar ... oh my god it's the rock band 'sins of Angels' i nearly screamed ... I am such a fan.

Millie and I looked over at the four eclectic but fabulously handsome men, cool ... rock cool!

I want to meet Hans .. I had heard that he was more than a handful ...

'Waiter' i called ... 'please can you send those gentlemen a bottle of Crystal ... on me.

Booze and rockers ... this night was shaping up perfectly!

VOD VUD U LIKE ... VODKA?

Mills and I made our way to the Belvedere House ... an exclusive bar and eaterie where you could enjoy your vodka whilst being massaged by an attractive, muscular young dude!

'The drinks are on me!' I announced on reaching the bar ... the room was half full of a mix of people. Young and professional, older and loaded ... the atmosphere was a little staid and I felt in the need to liven it up.

'You're that Amanda Gonzalez aren't you?' A smartly dressed but already well-oiled young money type slurred as he approached.

'Sure am' I replied as I knocked back my first shot ... 'who wants to know?'

'Bit of a gold digging slapper I'd heard', he continued ... 'oh, go and get lost' Millie's voice was raised as she came and stood between the two of us.

'Don't worry Mills, I can deal with this one'.

I went to him and put my hands onto his crotch ... I could feel him starting to stiffen.

'I may be a gold digger and a slapper', I started to unzip him .... 'but what are you exactly?'

I freed him from his pants ... a startled but complacent look ran over his face.

I poured a shot of vodka over his member ... he was moaning slightly as I did so.

'Now Paula ... over to you!'

When we had arrived at the club we'd seen my old secretary Paula, she was in her mid-forties, plump, plain and a complete nympho. I knew that I'd managed to get city boy so excited that there was no turning back for him now.

Paula was on her knees faster than a rat up a drainpipe and as she slurped and gobbled away I pulled his pants right down ... on cue his friends appeared their mobile phones in hand, clicking away, photographing every lick, suck and dribble.

I threw back my head and laughed out loud ... this one was going to have a lot to explain away in the morning ... that was for sure!

BELVEDERE OR SMIRNOFF?

Champagne, wine, gin ... vodka?

I was in the mood to get as drunk as a Lord! But what was to be our tipple of choice?

Millie and I had already enjoyed a bottle of champagne - should we carry on with the golden bubbly liquid or set our taste buds to enjoy something else.

'mmm', replied Millie, 'how about Vodka? Now we have all the Poles and Russians in London maybe we should try that out for a change!

Now when it comes to vodka there is only two options; Belvedere or Smirnoff. I know that it's de rigeur to drink Grey Goose in the fancy bars around town, but, to me that's as sacrilege drinking Irish cider ... I mean why drink Irish cider when everyone knows that the best is English!

The same goes for Vodka ... French? Forget it! The French somehow managed to ensure that no one apart from themselves can use the term Champagne for fizzy wine ... and I have to agree with that. When the Eastern Europeans tried to do the same for Vodka ... something they had invented ... they were denied the chance. So please ... stay clear of French vodka ... they can't have it everyway can they.

'Vodka it is then!' I replied.

Millie and I linked arms ... there was only one place to go ... the Belverdere House!

THERE'S SOMEONE AT THE WINDOW

The group of lads made their way towards us, howling like a pack of wolves ... there was no doubt that if Millie and I didn't get out of their way in time then we would be fed to them like two pieces of meat.

I held my nerve, allowing them to get mid-range between their set of sliding doors and ours. I was gambling on fairly high odds ... if I was wrong .... well, better not to think about that.

Millie turned to look at me ...'Amanda ...?' her voice trailer off.

It was then that I heard the sound i had been hoping for ... 'beep, beep, beep.' The doors were starting to slide to.

'Now!' I grabbed Millie and we jumped back onto the train just as the doors closed shut, a nano-second later the posse of dickheads was banging on them ... we were safe.

'Phew', Millie gasped and collapsed into a seat ... thank heavens for that!

I however, buoyed up and full of adrenaline couldn't leave it like that.

As the train started to pull away I raised my dress and pulled down my knickers before jumping on a seat and pressing my naked buttocks to the glass.

Full moon boys! I cried as they hammered against the glass.

'Oh Amanda,' said Millie exasperated ... there's never a dull moment with you.

I pulled up my knickers and pulled down my dress before sitting down next to her.

'I guess not' I replied.

'Now where are we going tonight .... Soho?'

'wherever', came Millie's eventual response, 'we really are in for a lively night'

'I hope so', I said, 'I really hope so!'

ON AND OFF AND ON AGAIN!

'I hate it when you say things like that,' Millie hissed back at me, a look of concern crossing her face, 'can't we just get out of here and get a taxi or something? There's loads of them!'

I looked back over at the group of lads, who by now, where in full voice. a few were quite cute ... pity they were such dickheads.

'Slappers, 'hos, sluts ...' and other such choice words where being chanted in our direction.

I smiled sweetly back at them before saying to Millie, 'just do what I say OK!'

'OK', Millie replied, she knew that she had no option but to go along with me (I also knew that if we pulled this one of - probably not the right expression to use right now I suppose!!!! - that she and I would be laughing about it for days).

The tube arrived in the station and the doors slide open.

'Come on' I grabbed Millie and we jumped onto the tube using the doors at one end. The Lads followed suit and jumped onto the tube in the middle.

'Just you and us ... we're gonna get lucky boys!' one of the lads leered over at us.

'Darlings ... you wouldn't know what to do with a pussy if you were served one up hot and ready on a plate ... now whay don't you go home and squeeze your zits before to try it on with the grown ups!' Millie looked horrified as I spoke .... 'Amanda do you want us to get killed!;'

The boys looked furious ... 'Now' I called and dragged Millie off the train back onto the platform.

'We're gonna get you slut bitches!' the boys jumped back onto the platform too and started to run at us.

'Now what', Millie was crying ... 'Now what are we going to do?'

TAXI OR TUBE?

Taxi or tube? Millie asked as we clattered our way out of my apartment block and onto the quick Knightsbridge Street outside.

'Tube' came my reply .... whilst taxis are great the tube can be far more fun.

We bought our tickets at Knighstbridge Tube and waited for the Picadilly Line to take us into the West End. 'Let's be two wild West gals in the Wild West End!' I enthused as we waited for the underground train to arrive.

Whilst Millie and I gabbled away ... about work, fellas, celebs and mystical psychic powers ... I noticed a crew of five or six lads sidle closer to us, they were all in there late teens. They all 'hung' together ... their pants slung low ... so low they fell below their butt cheeks.

'Don't these boys realise that the fashionistas who push this are usually frustrated old Queens who love nothing more than the site of pert young man butt? I whispered to Millie as she discreetly looked.

'Hey Lady', one of the lads had caught Millie looking over.

'How much do you charge?'

'Pardon' came Millie's reply.

'ho's ain't ya?' one of the others sneered, 'how much do you charge for a blow?'

I turned and looked at them assessing my options as I did so.

Hearing the noise of the tube arriving from inside the tunnel I whispered to Millie ... 'do as I say Hon ... this could be fun!'

AND THEY DON'T REGRET IT

I arrived home, laden down with my case of champagne, just as Millie's taxi pulled up.

'Ready to party!' I yelled as I saw her appear from the back of the cab.

Millie reddened slightly as she paid the driver ... it was too easy to embarrass her, it really was.

The two of us giggled our way up to my apartment before spilling inside. I opened a bottle of Crystal and put the rest of them in the chiller.

Champagne Modom? I asked, filling two glasses ... I didn't need to wait for a reply.

Mills and I sipped away as we rifled through my wardrobe for something to wear.

'Will have to be new underwear of course!' I announced and opened a huge box of Amanda, Oh samples ... that's the great thing about designing lingerie ... fresh undies every day!

'How am I expected to squeeze myself into your stuff?' Millie downed a glass and I poure dher another.

'For God's sake Mills', I shouted, 'you'll get into my stuff no problem ... you've got a fella at the moment, great sex is making those extra pounds fall off you!'

We laughed and picked out a couple of sexy little numbers.

Gorgeous darling! I said as Millie squeezed herself into the spangly gold number.

Foxy lady! came Millie's reply as I shoehorned myself into a red D&G sheath.

Let's go and get 'em. I shouted as we finished off applying our make-up and readied ourselves to make way out into the night!

WILD WOMEN DO!

What with Tomas rushing off to satisfy himself with one of the world's biggest pop stars I was feeling a little put out as I was so ready to party but had no one on hand to party with!

Luck came in the form of a phone call from Millie ... I thought that she was going to be tied up (literally if she was a lucky girl) with Marcus tonight but he had had to shoot off to the States.

Fancy doing something really wild, crazy and OTT?

Why not! Came Millie's reply ... when Millie was in the mood to party she and I could really paint the town red.

'No men though ...' she said after a short pause ... 'I'm really into Marcus, I think he loves me ...'

I can live with a night without men, I replied, I am really into Nico ... on that note I would really like Nico to be really into me right now! A smiled as I thought of his fabulous love making techniques, However ... I continued ... I am trying to be not totally exclusive!

Millie and I arranged to meet at my apartment after work, I stopped in Soho and grabbed a case of Crystal on the way home, there was no way I wasn't going to have fun tonight!

TOP OR BOTTOM

... take a look at her! Tomas threw a picture of a grogeous blonde across the table at me, the image was of her in a shoot taken on a yacht and the cameraman had obviously taken a few piccies when she wasn't looking.

'How can I compete against this!' he wailed .... 'most male models aren't gay they just put out, if you had to put out with her or me then I've no chance!'

For goodness sake Tomas, I scolded, with all the seriously scrumptious gay guys out there do you really have to worry that you may miss out scoring with one on the assumption that he might be straight and that he might just fancy a beautiful woman more than you! You've just spent a long and exhausting night in, on and up Ben Truman ... think how many women would hate you for that!'

Tomas smirked at me, 'you do have a point there Ms Gonzalez ... mmmm what a night that was!'

We put the finishing touches on our plans before sitting back and letting out a collective sigh of relief.

'Fancy a night on the town?' I was up for something wild.

'Darling I would love to but ....' Tomas held his mobile out to me, there was a text from 'BEN' it said simply 'Top or Bottom?' ... how can I resist that? came Tomas' reply.

Text him back and say 'versatile' I instructed, you might as well keep him guessing to the last.

So with Tomas out of action I was a wild and wanton woman in need of a wild and wanton night ... what was I to do?

SWIMSUITS AND MODELS

It was great to have my Tomas back ... I'd really missed him ... God, what would I have done if he hadn't survived the attack in my office? I shuddered at the thought.

I loved to work with him, he made everything so easy ... and so much fun!

We descended to the lowest levels of crudity as we bitched and gossiped away about each of the models and what we would do to them or what we thought they could be into.

'She definately a 3 way entry!' Tomas chuckled at the image of a gorgeous blonde with a shapely backside and a wide mouth.

'He's definately a mirror and hand job', I replied showing an image of an absolutely gorgeous fella who had a look on his face that screamed 'the only person good enough to do me .. is me!'

As I outlined my plans Tomas fell into action amassing the troops and calling all parties involved, it was a hothouse of plans, negotiations, shouting and myriads of images of beautiful people revealing acres of naked flesh.

i ran through the final ranges and instructed the various modelling agencies to arrange for the models we had picked to be available for fittings.

'looks like we'll have to add a little extra material into these trunks', Tomas nearly squealed when he said this as he held aloft an image of a male model whose visible package made him look much more like a porn actor than a clothes horse ... 'you must let me oversee this fitting personally ...' he was slighty breathless as he spoke.

'You dirty little boy', I laughed.

'Little' he cried, 'honey this boy is making me anything but little right now!'

I looked down at the front of his pants and could see exactly what he meant ... the dirty BIG boy!

EXCLUSIVE?

I arrived at Bond Street bright and early the next morning.

Tomas, dressed and ready, was waiting for me when I left my apartment.

'I'm coming in today darling and there's nothing you can do to stop me.'

As we travelled into town in the Amanda, Oh! limo he explained that he had been up since the early hours.

'Ben was flying out to New York to lay down some new tracks ... if he does that as well as he laid me down then this CD will be his best!'

So what about you and Ben? I questioned Tomas ... he had just spent a steamy evening with one of the hottest men on the planet.

'Sex honey, that's all, pure and simple, rampant, passionate sex ... fabulous indeed, but there ain't going to be any Ben Truman comes out of the closet headlines just yet. However, I have made it clear to him that if he ever needs to unload himself again then I'll be more than happy to help!'

Tomas and I decided to grab a coffee at the Picadilly Pret and have a quick cigarette before we went to work.

'So what about you and that gorgeous Greek?' questioned Tomas, it looked like you two were getting pretty close last time I saw you.

'Nico?, I felt a little ripple of passion as I said his name. Nico? well Tomas, maybe for the first time in ages I may be ready to go exclusive.'

Tomas pretended to fall off his chair, 'Exclusive ... now that IS an exclusive ... Amanda Gonzalez in a serious relationship ... that's a headline!'

We bitched and smoked and compared notes on our lovers ... it was great to have Tomas back ... it really was.

A PROPER DRINK

So here we where, Millie a mouthpiece for future events ...

We were all going to attend the opening night of Gothex, but should we now, now that we knew I was going to be in danger.

'screw it', I said, 'look, Millie's vision has saved me from a fate worse than death, I've done many ... and I mean many, things in my time, some even I don't want to recall (my mind flashed back to a situation that invoved me, 2 members of a boyband and a bodybuilder dressed as Bob the Builder ... don't ask!!!) but Justin ... I don't want that evil bastard anywhere near me.

Cassie piped up, 'I wouldn't let him touch you with anyone else's bargepole let alone his own'.

As I had been witness to Justin's 'bargepole' in the past, it wasn't something that would strike fear into a girl's heart on it's own ... however, when coupled with a date rape drug ... well, I really did not want to go there.

'No, we have to use this information to our advantage', Cassie continued ... and I've got some great ideas!

Now you're talking I replied before fishing a bottle of Krug from the fridge, 'No more tea ... it's time for a proper drink!'

SAVED

We all sat back when Millie had finished her tale.

'It's a vision, a snapshot about what could happen.' Cassie spoke as a statement of fact.

But why? Why show it to us?

'Visions can appear for many reasons, I guess that in this instance Millie was the most receptive to this particular one, maybe she's the most sensitive out of us, whatever, she was chosen as the one who could manifest this danger', Cassie spoke in a matter of fact tone, as if speaking about visions and warnings and the paranormal was an everyday occurrence.

'We all have been advised that we hold a collective power, all of us have been through that, this is the first time that we have really seen it in action, the first time that the future has coming crashing into our reality.'

Not a very nice future, for me anyway! I laughed, what else could I do!

' ... and that is exactly why I believe that we have been shown this', Cassie put her drink down and stood up. 'we've been shown this so that we can stop it from happening, it's a warning, a red alert for us ... if we use our brains I am sure that we can work this to advantage.

Then let's do just that, Helen replied, but before we do, Millie tell us what happened after the vision at Gothex, something cheered you up and I want to know what it was?

Millie smiled dreamily, 'Marcus...' she replied, 'Marcus came to get me, he saved me and then he made love to me ... it was incredible!'

Save one of those visions for me, no wonder she had such a smug look on her face, the lucky girl!

INSIDE THE SCREEN

We all settled down and Helen went into the kitchen to brew a large pot of tea.

'No booze, Ladies', her decision was final, even Cassie didn't object. 'What we all need now is a good cup of tea and a biscuit..... have you got any biscuits Amanda?'

I knew that there was a packet of HobNobs at the back of the cupboard and I told Helen, HobNobs are one of my favourites.

Once we were all laden with steaming cups of English Breakfast in my favourite spotted Emma Bridgewater mugs we nestled around Millie, re-assuring her with our presence but hopefully giving her space to breath too.

'So what happened back there', Helen voice was soft and comforting, she didn't want to push Millie too hard.

'I don't really know', Millie replied, 'except to say that it seemed so real, it really was like it was happening..' she tailled off.

'Like a dream?' Cassie leaned forward, 'did you have a nightmare? A bad dream?'

'No it wasn't like a dream', Millie hesitated and sipped at her tea, 'even when dreams seem real you still sort of know that it isn't ... you know things don't seem right in a dream do they? You are with people and places and things that aren't actually based in reality, more like a collection of places, events and thoughts...'

we all nodded our agreement ... I'd had a recurring dream about Tomas and I ... boy was it hot ... however, I knew that was never going to happen!

'Well this wasn't like that, it was really, really real ... I was watching what was happening like you would the television only I was actually there, like I was actually in the screen ... but I couldn't interact with anything. Everything was happening around me but I was powerless to do anything about it, I could only observe...'

You said I was raped? What did you mean ...?

Tears filled Millie's eyes and she started to tell us about 'Gothex'.

NEIGHBOURS

Millie slowly and surely came back to a fully conscious state, she sipped at a large chilled glass of water whilst the three of us clucked around her, making sure she was OK.

By the time the ambulance arrived she was back to normal, 'thanks guys', she said to the ambulance crew, 'but I really am fine, I'm so sorry to have caused such a fuss.'

Helen took the step to call a cab once the medical team had departed and we all made our way back to my apartment.

It was agreed that a quieter evening and a chance for Millie to relax and tell us what had happened would be best all round.

We made our way to my apartment and as I put the key in the lock Tomas came out from next door, half dressed and as gorgeous as always, he wanted to check that everything was OK.

I reassured him that all was in hand and that we just needed a little time with Millie.

As the girls ushered Millie into my home Tomas kissed me on the cheek.

'And how are you neighbour?' I asked, it was such a short time ago that I had worried for his life.

'Couldn't be feeling better', he exclaimed ... and I had to admit he did look incredibly fit and well.

I'll come and see you in the morning, I explained, i needed to check on Millie.

'OK, but I'm back to work tomorrow, I'm going to sort this show out for you!'

I was about to protest when I heard a deep male voice calling his name ..'Tom ...everything OK?'

I turned as Ben Truman apeared in his doorway, a small handtowel covering his modesty.

'Hi Ben', I smiled coquetishly.

'Hi Amanda', he smiled coquetishly back.

With that he extended his hand and pulled Tomas in.

I laughed and made my way inside to Millie, she needed me right now and I was there for her, every step of the way.

TO HAVANNA AND HAVANNOT

'Are you alright', I released Millie from my embrace and she sat up, a dreamy smile still formed on her face.

'God Millie, are you Ok?' Helen took her shoulders and looked into her friends eyes.

'I'm fine, I think ....' Millie replied in a tone that seemed a little detached from reality.

Cassie sat at the table and fished a cigar from her bag, 'You had us worried there for a minute ... need one of these!' Cassie, never one to follow the crowd lit her havanna and blew a cloud of blue smoke into the air.

'Worried', Helen span to look at Cassie, 'Worried you say ... I'd be a bit more worried about that bastard you just kneed in the balls, if he wants to sue .!'

'What and admit that a black girl got the better of him ... don't think so', Cassie flicked her ash into the empty bottle of champagne.

'What's this? What's been going on ...?' Millie seemed to be re-joining us on planet Earth.

Don't worry about what we've been up to, I replied, what the hell happened to you??!!

IS IT JUST ANOTHER DREAM?

Helen frantically called an ambulance as I sat and held Millie, stroking her hair and whispering her name.

'Millie, everything is going to be alright ...ssshhh...'

I was worried, had she eaten something? With all the unusual events of late was it something more sinister?

..and what had she said? Something about someone trying to rape me?

Cassie paced up and down beside us, like a caged tiger, sipping at her drink and shooting Helen anxious stares, 'Tell 'em to hurry up, Hel for God's sake.'

As I cooed to Millie I saw her eyelids start to move - it looked like she was having R.E.M.s

'It's Ok Millie, we're here with you, an ambulance is on it's way.'

A well dressed man approached us from the bar, 'Bloody women, can't take your champagne eh? Things have gone down hill since you lot thought you could run the world.'

He was on the plump side and I could tell from his florid complection that he had probably had a few too many himself. His two sidekicks, standing in the background started to snigger at their ringleader's comments.

Cassie stopped her pacing and stared at him before a smile appeared on her face. I knew this look, this meant trouble.

'Excuse me .... what did you say?' her eyes didn't betray the anger that lurked beneath. Cassie was a woman in control ... but for how long.

'Sorry darling, wasn't talking to you ... when I want a drink I'll ask one of the bartenders ... do you understand?' He spoke slowly and patronising .... racism dripped from every word.

'Oh, I understand you', said Cassie, 'but do you understand me?'

With that she lifted her knee and rammed it hard into his crotch.

The man double up, tears streaming from his eyes. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head up ... 'If you ever speak to anyone like that again, I'll kill you ... I'm sure you understand that.'

Paler than a sheet the racist mysogynist, turned on his heels and scurried from the bar ... his two pals in tow.

I looked back at Millie, the R.E.M.'s stopped as soon as they had started.

Her eyes opened, she looked up at me ... and she smiled.

A YOUNG STALLION

When she was finally sated Trudie's mind returned to other pressing issues.

She smoked and mused whilst her new 'assistant' stood and stretched.

'Outside', she pointed at the door.

He looked at her quizzically.

'Outside', she repeated.

'But, I need to get dressed first ...?' he looked confused.

'Let me make this clear shall I.' Trudie scooped his clothes up from the floor and went to the door of her office. She opened it and threw them out.

'We're finished here, I have work to do ... now out you go.'

He looked at her before standing up straight and walking towards his clothes.

'Would you like anything else before I leave?' he turned and looked her straight in the eye.

She drew on her cigarette and stared him out. 'No, I am fine for the moment thank you.'

He nodded his head and walked out, naked and in full view of the other staff in the open plan. He stood and slowly dressed.

'Door, close it, now'. Trudie instructed.

He did as he was told.

Trudie allowed a rare smile to cross her face, she liked him, he had balls ... in every sense of the word.

It was almost a shame that like a feisty young stallion she would have to break him.

'Oh well ...' she reflected before opening the file on her desk marked 'Gothex'.

YOU'RE HIRED

Trudie Hewitt stood up and re-adjusted her clothing before lighting a cigarette. She inhaled deeply before slowly allowing the grey plumes of smoke to exhale from her nostrils.

'So you play rugby?' she looked down at the rugged man with whom she had just had sex, 'that's good, I like a strong man ...'. She inhaled again and stared at him hungrily, after she had fed her nicotine needs it was time for round two.

'So do I get the job then?' The man had stood and walked naked to where Trudie had thrown her pack of cigarettes down, he idly took one before lighting it and smoking it.

Trudie eyed him up and down, normally she would not put up with this sort of behaviour from anyone, but he had satisfied her and that was a rarity ... he also seemed unafraid ... something she would work on in time ... but for the moment it was a curiosity, she would enjoy it for a while ... allow herself to indulge in something a little different.

'Oh yes you've got the job', she replied before taking him in her hands, 'so I think that you'd better get on and do it'.

He threw her on the bed and tore off her clothing, the pair of them resembling a couple of wolves feasting on a fresh kill.

BACK TO REALITY

No! No! ... Help someone help please!

I help Millie close, what the hell had happened?

Had she feinted? Passed out? Whatever it was seemed to have deeply troubled her ... was she having a nightmare?

'Shut your friend up or get her out!' shouted a casually dressed business man from across the room.

I lifted a finger and gestured my thoughts back to him. What a saddo I thought to myself ... I pity stupid ageing men like him. As you get older you should NOT try to dress like a teen, especially when your waistline has doubled in size and when your hair may be long enough to wear in a ponytail still but you are bald on top! No, as they get older men should find comfort and diginity in well-tailored suits and shirts, there are loads of variations on the style but all do nothing less than flatter!

Hon, hon ... what is it are you all right?

Cassie was crouched by the side of us stroking Millie's hair, Helen stood, pale and concerned, her phone out waiting to see if she needed to call an ambulance.

I stroked Millie's cheek and as I did she he eyes flickered open, lost and drowsy at first but then suddenly alert and scared.

'Amanda ... are you Ok .... I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything ... there was nothing I could do to stop him !'

You've had a bad dream that's all I cooed trying to calm her down.

'He's going to rape you Amanda', Millie's voice was high and panicked.

'He's going to rape you ... we have to stop him!'

With that Millie slumped back into my arms and passed out.

MOMMIE DEAREST

Millie's brain wheeled ... what the hell was Justin up to ... what the hell had he taken from Mr. Muscles ... what the hell did he intend to do to Amanda ... Amanda! Oh my God! Amanda! whatever it was Millie had to stop him!

Yet how could she? She wasn't real in this world she was currently inhabiting ... she couldn't communicate with anyone ... no one knew she was here.

As she stood, helpless to be anything other than a passive observer she felt a surge, a jolt if you wish ... the lights blurred and she felt she was in a speeding car.

A few seconds later it slowed down and again reality came back into focus.

She was standing in front of a booth at the side of the bar, inside were Justin and Amanda, they were in conversation with each other.

'I'm so glad you could join me for a drink, Mommie dearest, for old times sake if nothing else', Justin took a glass of champagne from the table and pushed one over to Amanda.

'Oh Justin', Amanda was cool and reserved, ' there really is no old times sake as far as we are concerned. The only past we have are the endless times that I had to fight you off from trying to get me into bed. I also clearlyrecall the time I caught you masterbating over me as I slept.'

'Don't flatter yourself bitch', Justin sneered, 'It was a misuderstanding that's all',

'I don't know what there was to misunderstand', Amanda replied, 'Emmanuel had left early and I woke up to find you playing with yourself in front of me.'

'God you are so bourjois', Justin sipped at his drink, 'I really don't know what my Father ever saw in you ... sorry, Oh yes I do ... he was as common as tapwater himself. no wonder the two of you got on so well.'

'Justin, whilst it's never a pleasure to see you let's make this short shall we? Please let me just finish my drink and I'll leave ... hopefully we will never have to see each other again.'

Amanda knocked her drink back in one and smiled before trying to stand and leave.

When she did so a confused look spread over her face and she sat down again.

'I feel funny .... I .....' her words trailled off and she slouched sideways onto the seat.

Justin clicked his fingers and Mr. Muscles appeared.

'Let's get her out of here', said Justin.

'Am I going to finally have some fun tonight!'

Oh my God he's going to rape her ... Millie was trying to shout trying to scream but nothing came out ... she was powerless, helpless to stop the two men taking her drugged friend away .......

AT THE BAR

Millie shook her head and looked again ... she was right, her eyes were not deceiving her ... she was looking at herself and the girls.

As she looked at the 'other' Millie dancing away and enjoying herself she felt otherworldly, this was all so real, not like a dream ... and yet ... and yet she wasn't really there. She knew that she couldn't be, no one was aware of her, to everyone in the nightclub she was invisible an entity that did not exist.

Just a she was concluding that she would never wear that particular dress again as she watched herself dancing away when she felt the now familar tug at her and saw the dancefloor recede as she found herself being moved in the direction of the bar.

Again she could hear the voices of the people she passed, she could hear the whispered tones of love, the deeper tones of lust, the darker tones of threats ...

She saw the bar ahead of her and felt herself being moved next to a smart dressed man who was leaning against the polished metal surface deep in conversation with a very muscular man dressed in a cut-off t-shirt.

The man with his back to her took something from the muscular guy and she heard him say, 'So a few drops of this in her drink and she will be like putty in my hands.'

'She'll do anything you want ... and I mean anything', sneered Mr. Muscles.

'Perfect', said the smart dressed man.

'Mummy is going to be in for one hell of an evening ... I am so glad she could make it here tonight.'

There was something about his tone, his voice that Millie recognised ... it sent a shiver down her spine.

She saw him put the package into his pocket.

She then watched as he slowly turned round, away from Mr. Muscles, to stare at the dancefloor.

It was then that she realised just who was standing in front of her.

It was Justin Gonzalez ... he was standing sipping at his drink and staring at Amanda as she danced away in the distance........

PETAL IN THE BREEZE

The nearest way to describe the way she felt as she was 'moved' across the road was that she was 'floating'.

Powerless to resist, not that Millie particularily wanted to, she felt like a petal in the breeze ... gently and pleasantly moving in a pre-determined direction.

She reached the entrance to the nightclub and found herself at the front of the queue, she could hear the thump of the music inside, she could hear the bouncer arguing with a group of drunk lads, she could smell the beer and garlic on their collective breaths. However, she was suddenly aware that they were oblivious to her ... it was like she was in a dream, but unlike a dream everything and everyone was completely true to life.

She made her way into the entrance and down the cleverly lit darkened stairway to the large room below, the music increasing in volume and intensity as she descended.

The inside of the nightclub was impressive and Millie smiled to herself, it looked fun, she liked it.

Chrome, black leather and purple lighting abounded ... the people inside, young, sexy the majority of them dressed in the Gothex theme.

She started to focus on people, faces ... she saw the sweat on the brow of a young woman dancing wildly on a table ... she admired the glistening torso of a muscular man on the dancefloor.

As she looked around she saw four familiar ladies dancing together. She felt herself being moved towards them.

I know them, she said to herself.

The crownd seemed to part and before she knew it she was next to them.

Millie felt her heart beat faster and heard herself take a sharp intake of breath ... of course she knew who it was ... it was Helen, Amanda, Cassie .... and finally she realised that she was looking at herself ... she was looking at herself danicing away with her friends.

VISIONS

Millie felt the real world slipping away from her.

It wasn't an unpleasant feeling but it did concern her that she was sensing a complete loss of control about what was happening to her.

Everything became a myriad of bright colours and shapes, they were slow moving at first but began to rotate and spin in increasingly fast cycles.

Suddenly she felt as though a huge hand grabbed her and pulled her towards it ... it was a similar experience to being on one of those incredible roller-coasters in a Floridian theme park ... the force that was pulling her was immense and it both scared her and thrilled her at the same time.

She felt as though she was flying, although logic told her that she couldn't possibly be ... she was sitting in a bar enjoying a glass of champagne with her friends ....

Then almost as quickly as it had started she felt herself slowing down ... visually all she could still make out was the bright lights and shapes but they were slowing down, some had stopped.

She felt herself regaining control, she could move her head and look around, she felt ground beneath her feet.

Like an optical lense in front of a distorted image this new reality started to come into focus.

She was standing on a darkened street, it was London, some sense told her that much, but she was not familiar with it.

She looked across the street and saw a line of people queing outside a nightclub ... they were dressed in fetish fashion and were chatting excitedly amongst each other.

Above the entrance was a stylish name plate, the black lettering stamped onto brass.

'GOTHEX'

Oh my God, thought Millie to herself, I am outside Justin Gonzalez' nightclub.

Then, before she had time to absorb this fact the forces that had brought her here started to gently push her across the street .......

BRIGHT LIGHTS AND BLURRED VISION

I helped Millie wipe away her tears before she re-applied her make-up and we returned to Cassie and Helen.

The pair of them were in deep conversation, huddled together and talking in hushed tones.

I couldn't help but smile, Helen and Cassie row and bicker like nobody's business but underneath all the bluster and bravado they worship each other.

They have huge mutual respect for each other.

Millie and I joined them and we opened another bottle of Pol Roger.

As we started to chat about what we were going to do I noticed that Millie had turned a deathly shade of pale.

'Millie are you OK?' I put my hand on hers to comfort her. Cassie and Helen turned to look both their faces suddenly concerned and grave.

'I don't feel well ...' her voice was slurring, 'I see bright colours and lights ... I think I'm going to feint ....'

and with that she fell unconscious onto the table.

TEARDROPS

I fished in my bag and pulled out the portfolio of male models and threw it on the table .... ' I think I'd better lighten the mood, have another rifle through those girls whilst I pop to the loo, when I come back then I guess we'd better get down to some planning and scheming!

I stood and Millie did the same, 'I'll come with you', she said as we made our may to the restrooms.

As we stood in front of the mirrors freshening up I noticed that Millie's eyes had suddenly filled with tears.

I turned to look at her, 'What is it hon? What's wrong?'

The tears were suddenly running down her cheeks.

'Oh Amanda ... I'm not cut out for all of this ... you three are all so strong, so confident ... I'm not, I'm not in the same league ... I just don't want to let you all down...'

I embraced her and held her close.

'Millie, you may not think it but you are every bit as strong as the rest of us. For God's sake look at me, I'm a bloody nightmare most of the time. Loud, in-your-face ... way too much for way too many people! Now look at you .... everyone loves you ... you are kind, sensitive and loving. Without you where do you think we would be?

We need you Millie ... probably a lot more than you think ......

SHADOWS

Cassie continued to run through the chain of events that had led us to where we are now.

I have to admit that she did a great job, my initial suspision of Madame Zhou and all of her talk of higher powers and mumbo jumbo now felt curiously misplaced.

Cassie described her conversations with her Grandmother in St. Lucia, how it was perfectly normal for the paranormal to exisit concurrently with the normal, how it was only us in the West that have closed our minds to the darker side... the intangible and the unknown.

Helen was in general agreement, her Aunt in Ireland had opened her eyes to a childhood she had in the greater part left behind her. As a little girl she had embraced the Celtic mysticism of her beautiful Irish home ... things she had somehow forgot in her unstoppable climb to the top spot ... forgot but still retained in her deep psyche.

Cassie also spelled out her take on the bizarre break in at Amanda, Oh! how ANIMOTLOOK was a direct reference to the GOTHEX nightclub ... how the characters of Trudie Hewitt and Justin Gonzalez seemed to be becoming more commonplace the deeper she explored.

She was still unsure about the body in Bond Street ... did Trudie have a team of henchwomen modelled on herself? and the reason why Millie had been targeted by the hit and run driver ... although CCTV had been shown to Millie the next day and had revealed a blurred image of a woman that bore a striking resemblance to Trudie Hewitt.

Cassie felt sure that I was the main target due to the fact that I was directly involved with the Gonzalez family and therefore Justin, but as the gameplan widened we were now in the frame too.

The moths in my apartment? Symbols of our metamorphosis from what we were to what we are to become.

'Why not butterflies?' Questioned Millie?

'Because moths are creatures of the night, just as beautiful in their own way but have to face the shadows and the dark corners of life.'

Finally Cassie sat back and drained the remnants of her glass of champagne.

So there you have it ... she said.

What do we do now?

WILD AND WONDERFUL

Cassie loved the opportunity to hold court and, to give her full credit, when she gets the opportunity she never fails to disappoint.

Out of the four of us Cassie is the most maverik and perhaps independent. She has never liked to do anything by the rules and if she can't find a shortcut to a problem then she will work one out.

She likens herself to me in many ways ... the pair of us are somewhat unconventional I guess ... but whereby I consider myself to be one of lifes 'wingers', in the sense that I don't live my life out to a great ambitious masterplan, Cassie is far more organised. She's the sort of gal you need on your side when the chips are down, I think in this respect she's rather like Helen, both of them put their phenomenal intellects to use to find a solution and help you out.

To put in simply .... Cassie is incredible and I love her.

'So', Cassie sipped away at her Pol Roger, 'I know that you all seem a trifle baffled about the events of late but I am here to shine a little light on them for you. I'm pretty sure that, like most things, there's a straightforward explaination, no matter how bizarre it may appear, to all of this ... and, as a result, I am sure that between the four of us we will come up with the answer as to how we sort it all out and move on.'

Cassie, never one for the overstatement!

'As you know we have all, via various routes, been informed that we have some sort of inner powers, a sort of psychic connection if you will,' she looked at us for comments but apart from Helen rolling her eyes upward there were none, ' well, interesting as it may seem I'm a convert in this belief. I know I like my facts and my cynicism puts even Helen to shame.' Helen smiled at this.

'Oh yes, we're quite a foursome and I think that if we are clever then we may find a world out there that is way different from what we thought it would be.'

'This may be good, Hell a lot of it will be very bad ... that's for sure ... but one thing I do know, it's going to be way more wild and wonderful than we ever imagined!'

A MODEL SITUATION?

We chattered away for half an hour, sipping at the Pol Roger and deciding which of the male models where the hottest.

I am very pleased to report that the girls all agreed with my selection of both the male and the female models.

'When it comes to sex I know what I'm talking about'. They all agreed .... because ... to put it simply I do.

'So, down to business', Helen put her drink down and turned off her phone as she spoke ... two signs that she really did mean what she said.

'Over the past week or so the four of us have been caught up in a rather bizarre chain of events. Admittedly it centred on Amanda at the beginning, and Lord knows what sort of sick mind was behind all that, but it has now encompassed us all, linking us togther in ways that seem to transcend the normal parameters of human friendship'. Helen paused for breath before carrying on.

'So what we have to ask ourselves is; what is going on? what part do we play in this? and, most importantly, what are we going to do about it?' Helen reached for her glass and took a sip, leaving the floor to the rest of us.

Cassie took the baton, 'well, I can go someway to answering your question as to what is going on'.

Helen, 'well, let's hear what you have to say then shall we?'

I put the pictures of the swimwear models back into my handbag ... there were other fish to fry now.

POL ROGER & FRIENDS

The girls and I sat around an attractive corner table in the window of Brasserie Max in the Covent Garden Hotel.

'Not bad' I mused as I looked at the three of them.

'What do you mean?' Questioned Cassie.

'Not bad due to the fact that we were all smashed and partying hard last night!' I giggled.

... and it was true, Cassie looked fresh faced and fit as always. Millie was just so gorgeous that you want to eat her and Helen was polished, chic and beautiful.

'You always look fab', replied Millie ... 'I just don't know how you do it ... you drink like a fish, have loads of boyfriends and exist on the minimalist of sleep possible ... yet you are always full of energy and look like a model!'.

'Yeah your a total bitch!' Cassie let out one of her sexy, throaty laughs.

'Couldn't agree more with that bit!' I replied.

'Now, before we get down to work at hand ... champagne anyone?'

Helen lifted an eyebrow but said nothing, the other girls nodded.

'Looks like a Pol Roger day today' I said ... (Pol Roger , fabulous understated champagne, small French vineyard ... fabulous! http://www.polroger.co.uk/ - check it out).

as we waited for the waiter to return I opened my folder of model images and let the girls feast their eyes on some the the gorgeous fellas I'd picked for my fashion show.

Champagne and naked men ... great way to start an evening!

GALS LOVE FIRMDALE!

Standing here in Brasserie Max in the Covent Garden I just have to take a moment to sing my praises to the Firmdale Hotels.

Boutique and chic they are all divine and all absolutely perfect for us capitalchicks!

The Charlotte Street Hotel was where I lost my Firmdale virginity! I attended a screening of one Marcus's latest movies in its private movie theatre and lost my heart to the place that night.

It's elegant, understated .... yet beautiful and fabulous all at the same time! I especially like it in the summer where I can enjoy my chablis sitting outside watching the world go by.

As you know, I just adore the Soho Hotel .... my place of refuge when the moths struck ... the venue whereby Nico revealed his all in the reception!

I also love the Covent Garden Hotel ... god i am repeating myself a bit here aren't I!!! ...

So, for fear of repeating myself further I shall say no more .... apart from .... if you are in London and want somewhere small, beautiful and totally unique ... a glamorous home from home if you like ... check out the Firmdale Hotels and enjoy.

On a final note I want to make one comment about the staff in these hotels ... they are simply the best ... they are personable, intelligent, completely top drawer.

So whilst I return to the scene at the bar ... why don't you check out one of these hotels yourself?

Go on ... you know you want to!

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