The Year of Dangerous Loving. John Davis Gordon

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      ‘Where are you going?’

      ‘Back to Russia. Moscow.’

      ‘And in Moscow you go back to work? Where?’

      ‘I don’t know. In the big hotels.’ She smiled. ‘Will you visit me, darling?’

      Jesus. ‘But do you want to go?’

      ‘No. I would like to stay here.’ She grinned: ‘Then you can visit me every weekend?’

      ‘Can’t you get your work-permit extended?’

      She raised her eyebrows. ‘The Portuguese police? They will want a lot of cumshaw to extend it. And Vladimir’s boss says it is important to change the girls every year.’

      ‘How much cumshaw will the Macao police want?’

      ‘I don’t know. Perhaps a thousand US dollars.’

      Lord, was he mad to be thinking like this? It was on the tip of his tongue to say ‘I’ll pay it’, but instead he asked, ‘And would Vladimir agree?’

      She beamed at him. ‘Oh darling, do you really want to do it? So I can work –’ she made her eyes sparkle – ‘really work with you?’

      Oh Lord, Lord … He grinned weakly. ‘Would Vladimir agree?’

      ‘Vladimir, yes, but I do not know about his boss.’

      ‘Who’s his boss – where is he?’

      ‘He is in Moscow, I have never seen him. But I think he will agree, why not? Oh darling!’ She squeezed both his hands. ‘Is this really true?’

      Hargreave sat back. Oh God, what was he doing? He smiled.

      ‘I must think. It’s a lot of money.’ He hated saying it – a gentleman does not talk about money at a time like this. And that’s only the start of it, he thought, she would expect him back each weekend.

      ‘Yes, a lot of money, I understand. And now your wife, too.’ Then she brightened: ‘Do not worry, darling – we still have a whole afternoon and a whole night!’ She grinned: ‘And I am going to make it so wonderful for you that you will say yes! What do you want? Do you want handstands? Backward somersaults? Belly dancing?’

      Hargreave threw back his head and laughed.

      And, oh dear, it almost felt like love. He knew it was not, of course, but that was how it felt.

      She did make it wonderful. Afterwards, lying on the big four-poster bed under the ceiling fan she whispered, ‘And you were wonderful. Last night you were drunk, and you had no dinner, but finally you were okay. This morning you had a big hangover, and you’d had no breakfast yet, but you were good. But this afternoon you had your breakfast and your lunch, and you were wonderful! I had a lovely orgasm, darling.’

      ‘Did you really?’ He felt very pleased. Mediocre performance of same, huh?

      ‘Yes.’ She leaned on her elbow and looked at him earnestly. ‘Didn’t you know? That was real. Oh, okay –’ she swept her hair from her eyes – ‘prostitutes always pretend, huh? To make the man finish quicker? Right, that’s what I do – but with you? No. That was real. You know why?’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘Because you are a very sexy man. And because I like you so much.’

      Him, a sexy man? He grinned – he wished Liz’s lawyers could hear this. Olga flopped down beside him again. She snuggled against him.

      ‘I was going to say I love you. That is what I sometimes have to say. It is bullshit, of course, but that is what they like to hear, maybe. But I will not bullshit you. So I say, I like you, very much.’

      He squeezed her golden shoulders. ‘And I like you, very much.’

      ‘Okay. So now I let you go to sleep, and when I wake up I give you another triple-A blowjob so you like me more, then I do a belly dance, then some backward somersaults, then we have a nice dinner. Oh …’ she squeezed him, ‘I do not want to go back to Russia.’

      He woke up in the sunset. She was still asleep, spreadeagled on her belly, her hair flamed across the pillow, her lovely buttocks naked. And, no, he did not want her to go back to Russia next Thursday, never to be seen or heard of again. Looking at her lying there made him want to mount her again, it seemed he couldn’t get enough of her. Yes, but what about the money? It’s not the thousand bucks up front for the Portuguese police, that’s easy enough, what about every time you come to see her, even if it’s only twice a month – what are you letting yourself in for? How can you afford it, even once a month? Of course you shouldn’t do it – it’s crazy to even think about it, so put it out of your mind. But he looked at her lying there, and he could not put it out of his mind. He got off the bed carefully so as not to wake her, went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

      Fuck the money? You’ll make a deal with her? Live dangerously? Cross the bridges as you come to them?

      Yes, and fuck Elizabeth’s lawyer as well, with his law of Community of Property? He stepped under the shower. Yes, cross the bridges as you come to them! Live dangerously! You’ve never lived until today!

      When he emerged from the bathroom she was sitting on the bed with the telephone to her ear, speaking in Russian. She gabbled for another ten seconds then banged down the receiver, jumped up beaming, arms wide, and laced her hands behind his neck. ‘I have done it!’

      ‘An extension to your work-permit?’

      She was delighted with herself. ‘At first I thought I make a deal with you – I give you a discount every time until you have got back the thousand dollars cumshaw for the police. Then I thought, no, this is my business not yours, so I will pay the cumshaw! And I will give you a discount every time! And so I telephoned Vladimir and told him!’

      Hargreave wanted to laugh. ‘And it’s arranged?’

      ‘Vladimir agrees, and the police will agree. Vladimir will telephone the boss in Russia tomorrow. Oh darling –’ she jumped up and down – ‘I am so happy! And you?’

      Yes, he was recklessly happy. Fuck the money! ‘But Olga – I will pay the thousand cumshaw.’

      She turned out of his arms, her palm up. ‘No. Not fair.’

      Okay, thank God. ‘And you think Vladimir’s boss will agree?’

      ‘Why not? But I will pray!’

      He grinned: ‘You’re religious?’

      She put on a mock frown, placed her fists on her lovely hips. ‘What do I look like? A Communist?’

      Hargreave threw back his head and laughed.

Part Two

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