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Ann's Story: Chapter Eighteen 'The Event' - Yellow Magpie

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Published on September 17th, 2011 | by Yellow Magpie


Ann’s Story: Chapter Eighteen ‘The Event’


Yellow Magpie’s Saturday Serial continues with Chapter Eighteen. You can read chapter one,  two and three here.

As the London event drew near Ann was feeling increasingly nervous and unsure. But Thelma kept reassuring her. To help her feel better she had promised that she would travel with her to help her get ready and be there afterwards when she got back.

‘It’s only three and a half hours or four at most and it will be all over. Before you know where you are you will be back in the hotel then we can go shopping the next day and have a nice lunch before we fly back,’ Thelma said encouragingly.

Ann reluctantly agreed and before she knew it she was on the plane on route to London. She hadn’t slept the night before and vowed she would never do it again. She thought of her beautiful red dress folded carefully in tissue paper in her suitcase and the dream she had when she bought it which seemed a lifetime away now.

‘Damn it will I ever meet someone really nice?’ she wondered. But she knew one thing for certain she was never going to meet anyone special working as an escort.

That evening in the hotel room Ann felt ill at the thought of what she was about to do.

‘I don’t think I can go through with this’, she told Thelma. ‘Will you go instead?’

Ann you will be fine, I can’t go I was at the same event last year with a different guy so I might be recognised and he might be there again this year and I don’t want to embarrass him it wouldn’t be professional. Now let’s get you ready,’ she said dismissing Ann’s concerns.

Ann showered and Thelma applied her makeup complete with some lash and hair extensions. When Ann put on her dress and she had to admit she looked pretty good.

‘You look smashing,  you will bowl him over and take the eye out of all their heads’ Thelma said hugging her warmly.

She reached into her bag and sprayed Ann with some of her very expensive smelling perfume.

‘Now you go and knock ’em dead, and have a great time‘ she said.

Ann took a few deep breaths before she and Thelma went down in the lift. In the foyer, Ann noticed that for the first time it was she who was getting all the looks not Thelma which gave her a boost.

At the hotel door Thelma gave her another hug and once again reassured her that everything would be terrific before Ann stepped into the taxi.

After about ten minutes the taxi stopped outside the Blue Palace Hotel where the event was being held. Ann thought it looked very posh. She got out shakily and watched enviously as it drove off leaving her alone at the bottom of the steps.

She felt like running to get as far away as possible from the hotel, Thelma and her new job as an escort. ‘How the hell did I let myself  be talked into this situation?’

She thought about her mother and how much she would have disapproved of what she was doing. However, still she made her way up the steps.

‘Good evening Madam’ said the doorman as he held open the large heavy glass door for her.

‘Oh good evening,’ Ann answered timidly.

The arrangement was that she was to meet Ian Hamilton at the far end of the hotel so they could walk back to the foyer as if they had arrived together.

In traditional fashion he said he would be carrying a red rose. Ann hurried down the long corridor and around a corner and there he was, a small bald man wearing a black tuxedo with a rose in his hand.

Ann went straight up to him and whispered in a conspiratorial manner, ‘Are you Ian?’

Yes,’ he said, also whispering. ‘You must be Rebecca Wilson.’ 

Ann was about to apologise and make a hasty retreat when she remembered that this was her working name. ‘Oh yes Rebecca Wilson, that’s me,’  she said.

‘Well I have all your details, so hopefully everything should be alright’ 

Ann wondered what details he was talking about but she just smiled and tried to look confident.

He was not a handsome man and his face was quite red with small shiny blue eyes in a rather plump face. His nose had a few broken blood vessels beginning to appear and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

‘He looks more nervous than I do,’ thought Ann and she began to feel sorry for him.

The two of them walked back to the foyer with Ann linking this small stranger which felt totally surreal.

There was a champagne reception and after a few sips Ann began to relax, ‘maybe this won’t be as bad as I think.’

Ian told her he had been a solicitor for over 25 years and had his own practice. He turned out to be very shy and said he was glad the agency had sent her and he was quite relieved that it wasn’t someone over confident.

The more they chatted the more Ann was beginning to enjoy herself.  Ian told her a lot about himself, how he had come from a very poor background and had worked hard and put himself through college.

Before they went in for dinner, Ann paid a quick visit to the ladies and rang Thelma to say everything was okay he was quite nice and she was enjoying herself.

‘Told you’  said Thelma triumphantly.

As she returned from the ladies the bell was ringing for dinner and people were making their way into the dining room. Ian put his arm around Ann’s waist and it wasn’t altogether unpleasent in fact having not been with a man for so long Ann had to admit it felt quit nice.

The dining room was packed and Ann could see many of the men looking her way and she was delighted and she could see Ian was proud to have her on his arm.

But just as she was beginning to have fun, a bombshell!

Oh good God no! Oh please God don’t let this be happening’. Ann was staring across the room in horror at her former boss William Johnson.

‘Shit, shit, shit, what am I going to do? What will I do? God please tell me,’ prayed Ann in absolute panic. ‘What is he doing here?’

‘I think we are sitting over here’, it was Ian’s voice as he steered her right over to the very table where William Johnson was now sitting with his wife Ruth.

‘Oh please let the electricity go or let the roof blow off or something… ‘

But things were going from bad to worse and they were now standing right across the table from the Johnsons and before William Johnson even recognised Ann, she heard Ian saying hello ‘William nice to see you again, how are you Ruth?

He was introducing Ann, ‘William this is Rebecca. Rebecca this is William and Ruth.’

At first William Johnston didn’t recognise her but slowly the realisation dawned on him that it was Ann he was looking at. Ann wanted the floor to open and for her to fall into it as she held out her hand and said ‘Hello William. Hello Ruth‘.

It was going to be a long long night.

You can read chapter one,  two and three here.

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