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2024-10-29 19:42:56As I laid in bed my mind was with Dimitri. Latisha was right; there was no harm in giving him my number. I had failed after failed relationships in my twenties so maybe a change of track would be good. I could definitely let him fuck me silly. I tried to drift off to sleep ignoring the sound of London going to work, I was in tonight but Latisha wasn’t. It would be pretty boring so I had my fingers crossed Dimitri would show his face.
***It was close to midnight and I hadn’t seen Dimitri yet. It was a Sunday so not our busiest day but I had managed over £600 in tips. The barman Stephen waved over to me and I came over.“Hey.”“Hey babes, this is for table six. Asked for you specifically,” he winked at me. “He’s sexy as fuck as well.” Stephen had worked bar here for as long as I’ve been here. He was a hoot and always made a shift better. Dirty blonde hair always got in his face and he looked way younger than his 34.“Come and get me when you’re on break. I need a fag,” he said handing me a glass of vodka. I nodded and started to walk over to table six. I knew who it was before I even got there. None of our customers were sexy as fuck. Apart from one.“Dimitri your drink.” I placed it down in front of him. Looking up at me his eyes burned into my soul. I had actually forgotten how ridiculously attractive he was.“Can you sit?” That rough voice again. I nodded sitting down.“Yes, believe it or not socialising with the customers is okay.”“Just no touching?”“No touching” I chuckled, moving my head down. I was trying not to be flirtatious but was failing miserably as I took a deep breath in, smelling him. Dimitri smelt sweet and manly at the same time, it was making my nipples rock hard.“I still don’t count though right?” He leaned over to me, his lips dangerously close to my neck. I put my hand on his chest.“Still not giving up?” I asked, crossing my legs. His eyes went directly to them and he groaned, eyes coming back to mine.“No.” He took a sip of his drink. “Just a kiss Harper.” It didn’t sound like a question more a demand and as his lips hovered over mine I stood up.“Not here”. I grabbed his hand and his free hand grabbed his vodka. I walked him to one of the private dance booths. Opening the door, he sat down. The booths had no cameras and I had heard many tales of girls going down on their customers for them sweet, sweet tips. It wasn’t my style but we did have a panic button underneath the seat for emergencies. The music cut in and I started my thing.“No sit with me,” he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap. Taking a sip of his drink his other hand grabbed my thigh.“Harper I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you,” he licked his lips and I nearly creamed in my knickers.“Oh?”“Yeah and honestly tell me you haven’t thought about me” my heart raced, I was used to flirting with customers but this was different. This was real.“I may have,” I replied coyly.“When? When you were in bed with your fingers in your pussy?” His accent got stronger and I suddenly ached for his fingers there. I giggled instead, putting my hand on his chest.“When are we going to stop this? Give me your number.” It was a demand.“Why? For you to tell your boys you fucked a stripper?” He shook his head.“You’re more than a stripper Harper, you just happen to be a stripper. A good one too.” His mouth came to my neck and I threw my head back. Fuck fuck.“I want to take Harper out to dinner. Not Princess.” His words filled the room and made my heart flutter.“You really don’t give up do you?”“No.” He bit my neck and it made me groan out loud.“Fine. Dinner. One dinner.”“Ha!” He looked at me now, “it’s not going to be one dinner. Don’t you understand, I get what I want and I want you.”“You don’t know me.”“Well let me know you, tomorrow dinner at Roka in Canary Wharf.” I took a breath in. The place was fancy as hell.“How do you know I’m not working tomorrow?” I raised my eyebrow.“Are you?”“No”. He laughed, tightening the grip on my thigh.“Well then it’s a date. Eight?” I just nodded. Don’t panic Harper, it’s just dinner. With the sexiest Russian man I had ever seen.“I want to take you right now. But I’m going to wait,” he was more telling himself. I too wanted him to take me right then and there and was a little disappointed he wasn’t.“Do you want a dance?” I asked unsure what else to do.“Hmmm,” he looked up at me in thought. “No, but I’ll reimburse you for your time.” He started going into his pocket.“No.”“No?” He asked, confused.“I don’t want your money. It’s dangerously getting close to you paying for me to go to dinner with you. I’m a stripper not a prostitute,” I said firmly and I meant it. If we did have dinner and ridiculously mind blowing sex, I couldn’t take a penny off him.“Harper come on, you’re missing out on money being with me in here.”“I don’t mind.” His face lit up as he took another sip.“You don’t mind? Oh Harper your making it very hard for me not to fuck you stupid right this second.” I took a deep breath in. This man was making me beyond horny.“Then let’s hope tomorrow comes quickly.”“The way you look it won’t be the only thing to come quickly.” He moved a strand of hair behind my ear and rubbed my bottom lip with his thumb. I opened my mouth slightly, I was embarrassed to admit I wanted his thumb to go all the way in. Pulling back, he got his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me. I typed my number in and gave it back to him. I then stood up to try and get this man’s spell off me. He rose straight after and kissed my cheek.“I’ll see you tomorrow.”“No kiss?” I was taken back by my own words but this man’s spell was too much. Turning round he had the sexiest smirk on his face.“If I kiss you though you have to promise you won’t climb me.” I swallowed audibly as he moved closer to me. Hand on my face he gently brushed his lips on mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth for seconds before pulling away. Really? I stood staring at him, my pussy was hurting and I had only just met the man.“Tomorrow.” I stood watching as he walked out the room. I blew up making my fringe move. My heart thumped in my chest tomorrow couldn’t come quick enough.Related chapters
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I hadn’t been on a date, date in months maybe even a year. After consulting with Latisha on the phone, who was very happy I was going to dinner with ‘A Russian god’ I decided on a fitting red strapless dress, plenty of cleavage and it was tight around my whole body. I looked in the mirror and nodded. Not bad Harper. I put my hair in a high bun and made sure to have my cat eyes done. I grabbed my keys and got a cab to the restaurant. I was right on time and as I got out the cab I saw Dimitri standing by the door. He looked scrumptious, a white shirt and navy trousers with brown shoes. God I wasn’t going to last long. Both of his sleeves were half up and I saw his artwork along both arms. He saw me as I walked over and a grin came across his face.“Fuck you look amazing,” he kissed my cheek and opened the restaurant door for me. We were seated straight away and both looking at our menus.“Harper you look good enough to eat,” he whispered as he took my hand and put it to his mouth.“You
Russian God Five
I was getting excited, I hadn’t had sex in ages and I knew this was going to be good. Brilliant in fact. As we got out of the taxi I looked up at the most beautiful town house. It was painted white with vines going up the left hand side. I looked over at the garage to a Bentley in the drive. Yeah he definitely didn’t work in admin. Unlocking the door he dragged me inside and started walking up the stairs, my hand still in his.“I don’t get a house tour?” I giggled.“Not yet,” his voice was stern and I could tell he had a massive hard on. Opening the bedroom door, he basically threw me inside, slammed the door and pushed me up against it.“You want this?” His eyes scanning my whole body. I just nodded, my breathing was already erratic and I wasn’t going to be able to talk. His hands grabbed my hips as his mouth hit mine. I let his tongue in straight away and wrapped my arms around his neck. His tongue explored my whole mouth and I could barely breathe. Hands going up my thighs and unde
Russian God six
I opened my eyes and turned to the side of the bed. Dimitri wasn’t there and I heard silence. Shit where was he? I sat up still in the robe and opened the bedroom door. There were stairs directly in front of me and I took them looking around and listening to silence. I reached the bottom and jumped out of my skin.“Harper.” I turned to him standing in the kitchen, cup in hand reading the paper.“You scared me.”“Sorry.” I walked over to him and he turned the kettle on. He was already dressed and I could eat him alive. Wearing a navy suit without a tie made his jaw line look ridiculous, could cut meat on that thing.“How do you like your coffee?”“White two sugars please. Do we have time?” He nodded, stirring my drink.“Of course, I’ll get to work when I get to work.” He placed a cup in front of me and I leaned over to look at the paper.“You aren’t going to be able to read that.” I was about to get very offended and then saw it wasn’t in English.“Oh. Can you teach me Russian?” He smi
Russian God Seven
Me and Latisha stood in our usual smoking area before we opened.“So you’re telling me, he took you to a super fancy restaurant, paid then fucked you so hard you squirted, let you stay, licked your pussy and dropped you home. And you were a bitch?” She had half a cigarette in her mouth with her arms crossed. She wasn’t happy.“Tish I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”“I don’t know what’s wrong with you. Why are you scared?”“Oh my god he said the exact same thing!” I threw my finished cigarette on the floor in annoyance.“Wow my man can pick up feelings as well, Jesus what’s the catch?”“There is no fucking catch!”“I’m so confused.” She threw her cigarette in the ashtray and moved my face to look up to her.“If you’re letting that fuck wad who you left six years ago effect the sex on legs that is Dimitri then you don’t even deserve him.” Ouch. Her face was like fire.“Why are you being horrible to me?” I had actual tears in my eyes but I knew she was right.“Because you’re being stub
Russian God Eight
I woke up again without Dimitri next to me. Had he gone home? I looked at my phone and it was eight. Maybe he had gone to work. I walked into my kitchen and saw him at the counter. Clearly helped himself to coffee and handed me one as I walked over.“Do you ever sleep?”“Not really.” He came to me and cupped my face in my hands, lightly kissing my lips he then picked up his jacket.“I have to go milaya,” I just nodded. “I’ll see you Sunday?” He put his jacket on and walked towards the door.“Yes definitely.” I stood up to walk him to the door and he pulled me close by my hips.“Can we pretend yesterday never happened?”“Yes,” I chuckled.“Apart from the bit where you bounced on my dick obviously,” he kissed my cheek. “I think that image will last me until Sunday.”“I’m glad.″ I threw my head back in laughter. That’s the Dimitri I knew and in between my legs throbbed. I grabbed his jacket and moved closer to him.“Do you have to go?” He sucked in a breath.“Milaya don’t do this to me.
Russian God Nine
I worked the rest of the week, I spoke to Latisha, her meeting with Lucy went well and she agreed Tish could leave immediately. She even gave her some holiday pay which was unheard of in our industry. I worked up until Saturday night, being the busiest. I took home a small fortune in tips and thought maybe I could pay for dinner with Dimitri. Not that he would let me. I spoke to him Friday night and we confirmed our plans for Sunday. I was taking him to a pub in London Bridge for a traditional Sunday dinner. I couldn’t wait to see him and get my hands on him.I dressed casual for our Sunday lunch date, a pair of jeans and off the shoulder jumper. I jumped on the tube to London bridge and as I exited the station there he stood. In all his glory, he was texting on his phone deep in thought and didn’t see me at first. He wore dark blue tracksuit bottoms and a long sleeve white t-shirt. I had never seen him slum it clothing wise but it really suited him. Fuck he could wear a bin bag and s
Russian God Ten
We were back at Dimitri’s a little before seven in the evening. I grabbed some stuff, clothes, underwear etc from mine and found a screwdriver. Yes, he was adamant and took my pole down in about five minutes. God knows what my neighbours thought as he walked past them with a stripper pole.“I’ve made some space for you. On the right hand side of the wardrobe.”“Oh knew I was going to say yes? Wait where is your wardrobe?” I had never got my tour of his house and knew where nothing was.“In there,” he pointed to a door closest to his bedroom door. I opened it and peaked in. Shit this man had a walk in closet. The left side was full of suits, one in every colour. I run my fingers over the material. They were fancy. In the middle where he’s slumming it clothes, jeans, tracksuit bottoms and the like. Above the wardrobe were shoes which travelled the whole square like wardrobe. I turned to my right and saw emptiness. That was for me then.I poked my head out and he was sitting on the bed f
Russian God Eleven
Me and Latisha sat in the hospital waiting room. I was flicking through a magazine and she was biting half her hand off."Relax, it will be fine," I turned to her."I know, I know. Come on, tell me about Mr Dimitri, take my mind off it. What did he say when you said yes?""Good" She threw her head back in laughter."He said good?""Yep. Then went to sleep," I rolled my eyes."Do you see a future with him?" I thought about the question for a minute then turned back to her. "Yes hundred percent. I'm still trying to find out what's wrong with him.""Nothing. I can tell you now. Nothing.""Ms. Green?" A woman in scrubs called out. Latisha stood up at lightning speed and I followed closely behind."Hi Latisha I'm going to do your scan today please pop on the bed, roll your trousers down." Latisha did just that and the radiographer looked over at me."I'm her friend. Can I stay?" I asked."Of course. Take a seat. Right I'm going to put some cold jelly on your stomach and then find that baby
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Dimitri POVMy eyes opened to silence. Looking around to the other side of the bed I saw it was empty. I peeked up and saw the cot which was attached to our bed was also empty. Puzzled, I got up and walked downstairs.“You’re a pretty girl hey?” I heard Harper say as I entered the living room. My heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness as I saw her, sitting on the couch.“Morning,” I said and realised how rough my voice was. Looking up she grinned at me.“Look baby daddy’s up!”“Why did you let me sleep in? it should be you sleeping in.” She shrugged.“You have had no sleep as well, you don’t have to wake up with me every time I feed her you know,” she chuckled, a beautiful sound. I smiled at her and lent around.“Dobroye utro printsessa,” I picked her up to say good morning to my princess. I stared into my baby’s face. She was a perfect mix of me and Harper. Harper’s soft face and beautiful lips but she had my dark eyes and much to my mum’s delight she definitely looked
Russian God Twenty Two
I looked at myself in the full length mirror and took a deep breath.“You look beautiful Harper.” Latisha was behind me in a stunning burgundy full length dress. I smiled, tears in my eyes. I looked straight ahead again at my fishtail wedding dress, full length lace sleeves because we decided to get married in autumn in Russia and two foot veil. That was my favourite. The door knocked and Maxim came in eyes closed.“We are ready ladies.” He nearly knocked himself out as he exited the room. We both cracked up laughing. I turned to Latisha who handed me my bouquet. Red and white lilies. My mum’s favourite flower.“You got this,” she kissed my cheek and put a stray hair behind my ear. My hair was down slightly curly but nothing major.“Lets go.” We left the room and walked down the stairs and to the left. Latisha opened the door and we were greeted by my wedding planner Anna.“Harper, you look amazing. Dimitri is here ready to go. Are you ready?” My heart quickened at his name.“Yes.” We
Russian God Twenty One
“Don’t forget you have a meeting tomorrow at two,” I said to Dimitri, my head in my notes. Looking up from his computer he spoke.“Thanks but did you not want to reschedule it? It clashes with the sentencing.”“No I’m not going to go.” I sat opposite Dimitri, him behind his desk. Looking up at me his eyes burned into my soul.“Are you sure?” He wrote some notes on a pad next to his computer.“Yeah I don’t care.” I crossed my legs and his eyes flicked down.“Okay. Did they say what they’re expecting?”“Four years,” I spoke softly, keeping his eyes on mine. Shutting down his computer he threw his suit jacket on. I stood up with him, notepad still in hand. My desk was stationed outside Dimitri’s office and as we walked out I threw it on my desk. The man who assaulted me pleaded guilty at the first opportunity which was a blessing for me. I didn’t have to give evidence in court which I was dreading. Dimitri grabbed my hand and our fingers entwined.“Okay, they have your victim statement t
Russian God Twenty
I opened my eyes, my headache had completely gone but my chest was still killing me. I sat up and realised Dimitri wasn’t there.“Dimitri!” I called out suddenly panicking he wasn’t there.“I’m downstairs milaya,” his voice was full of reassurance. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he met me at the stairs.“My headache is gone but my chest is still hurting”. Holding my hand he helped me down the rest of the stairs. I went into the living room and sighed in relief. It was spotless. I must have been out cold as he clearly had hovered as well.“Toast for you ” he sang, dropping a plate on the kitchen counter. I looked up at him, already dressed and he looked amazing. Plain t-shirt and grey tracksuit bottoms. I sat at the counter and looked down. I also had a cup of coffee.“Thank you.” He sat next to me with his own food.“The police woman is coming at two. Did you want to do anything this morning?” He took a bite and stared at me. I shrugged.“What’s the time?”“Ten,” he answered.“Wow
Russian God Nineteen
“Harper.” Is all he said.“Yes?” I whispered.“I don’t know what to say. I don’t think anything I’m going to say is going to help.”“Try,” I whispered.“I’m proud of you. Beyond proud of you. For everything tonight. You need some rest,” he stood up and kissed my forehead. I swallowed hard, he wasn’t coming to bed with me. Walking out he smiled as he closed the door. My eyes began watering again and I needed him here. But he didn’t want to be here. I was tainted. I stared at the ceiling for which felt like hours, my head moving up as he walked back in.“I’ve spoken to Latisha,” his voice was gentle, something I’ve never heard before.“Did you wake her?”“No. I texted her and she called me, feeding the baby.” I nodded. “She’s coming first thing, I have to go into work but will be home by lunch time. I’ll make sure of it. I won’t leave until she gets here.”“Are you coming to bed?”“Do you want me to?” The question made me sob adding to my already wet face.“Of course I do!” I shouted, m
Russian God Eighteen
***This chapter has descriptions of sexual assault. Please skip this chapter if you need to***Dimitri dropped me off at work and I waved at a few of the girls as I got into the changing room. I undressed quickly, I had my work ‘clothes’ on underneath and as we walked out into the night club the music started. It was just another night for me, my show at ten thirty and just after midnight a customer beckoned me towards him. He was young, younger than me. Blonde messy hair and build like a house.“Can I get a dance?”“Of course come,” I purred at him walking towards the private booths. Nothing had changed for me work wise while with Dimitri if anything I found it a little boring. To mix it up I did like to close my eyes as I gave a dance and picture him. Mouth slightly open them eyes staring into my soul. The man sat down as I closed the door. His own eyes were strong and I could tell he was massively turned on. The music cut in and I did my thing. Getting lower and closer to him as I
Russian God Seventeen
6 months later.My face was hurting from smiling so much. Looking down at this beautiful human made my heart ache.“He’s beautiful Latisha. I’m so proud of you.” She sat opposite me, looking fantastic for someone who had just had a baby.“Thank you. He is a cutie isn’t he.”“Looks like me,” Graham said standing behind her.“No he doesn’t.” Dimitri came back. He was sitting on the arm of the chair I was sitting on. Latisha burst out laughing, her tea nearly spilling everywhere.“Dimitri, you want a hold?”“Yes please.” I stood up so he could sit down and passed the baby to him. I thought he might be uncomfortable but he had clearly held a baby before. Baby Mitchell looked tiny in his arms.“So guys wedding plans? I’m not pregnant anymore so you’re allowed to get married now.” I laughed as I sat where Dimitri had just left.“We don’t know. Ninety percent of Dimitri’s family is in Russia other than his sister so it would make sense to do it there but I don’t want people travelling there.
Russian God Sixteen
I was straightening Dimitri’s tie as he was looking down at me.“What do you think this means? This is quick right?” We stood next to his car about to go into court. His solicitor had called us that morning at 11am to say the jury had come back. Dimitri was a pack of nerves and I was trying to be the cool one for once.“Very. They had what an hour yesterday and then like two this morning.”“Is that a bad thing or a good thing?” He asked me, his face full of panic. I wanted to say good but I still had an awful feeling in my stomach. We made it into the courtroom and before he went into the glass box I pulled him close. Like reading my mind he put his ear to my mouth.“I love you. Whatever happens we’ll deal with it. You’re stuck with me now,” grabbing my face he kissed my lips.“I love you”. I walked back to the public gallery and sat down. Dimitri’s co-defendant gave him a hug and they shared a laugh before sitting down.“All rise!” Standing up again I watched the jury come into the c
Russian God Fifteen
I sat at the kitchen counter flicking through some magazine when my phone rang. I picked it up. Latisha.“You okay?” I answered.“I’m good you?”“Yeah not bad. Look,” she paused. “I’ve been reading some bits on Dimitri’s trial and I really think his innocent Harp.” I rolled my eyes. It has been over a month since he came to my work and I hadn’t spoken to him at all. Loads of my stuff were still at his house but I knew I could buy more stuff. I don’t know if he tried to call me as I blocked his number. He didn’t attempt to come to my house or my work. My heart was broken and I missed him terribly but I didn’t feel like I had any other choice. August the 18th came and went but I refused to watch the news and had no idea how his trial was doing.“What do you mean?”“Well for starters the guy who nearly died? He testified to say that Dimitri and the other guy were good friends, that they wouldn’t do that to him. Apparently he was in the embassy that day and is adamant it was someone else.
