Friday 29 June 2007

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!

Monday 25 June 2007

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'.

Friday 22 June 2007

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.




Thursday 21 June 2007

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'.

Tuesday 19 June 2007

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.

Monday 18 June 2007

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.

Friday 15 June 2007

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 .......

Thursday 14 June 2007

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.






Monday 11 June 2007

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.

Friday 8 June 2007

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 ......

Wednesday 6 June 2007

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!'

Tuesday 5 June 2007

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!

Monday 4 June 2007

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!


Saturday 2 June 2007

COME INTO THE GARDEN


I finally decided that I had done enough for the day ... it had been a long one!


What with the exesses of last night's party, Cassie's revelations and the fact that I had no Tomas to help me plan the launch party I have to admit that I felt a little weary.


However, as I stood in my personal bathroom at Amanda, Oh! teasing my hair into place and sprucing myself up, I thought , 'pull youself together girl, you are Amanda Gonzalez for God's sake!


Born on the wrong side of the tracks with few hopes or prospects I got here by my love of live and by sheer determination ... 'weary'? Get lost, I've no time for that loser!


I jumped in a taxi and headed across town to Covent Garden.


Now, whilst I love, adore and delight in the fact that I have my London store on Bond Street (Bond Street for God's Sake!!!!!) I really am a Soho and Covent Garden girl at heart.


I love their unique styles, the fact that you see everyone and everything there, the fabulous mixes with the seedy, there is an element of danger all around.


The taxi pulled up to the Covent Garden hotel and I paid the driver and made my way inside.


'Late as usual!' Helen declared as I walked into the bar.


I smiled and shrugged as I made my way over to the girls.