Anya

There's always been something about Russian girls. You hit the book button, and leave your mobile number. A few minutes later your phone rings.

'Hello?'

'Hello, I am calling with regard to a request for drinks with Anya tonight at 8? A rather stern voice says.

' Errr yeah, that would be grea..'

' Excellent, you are aware of her rates, she does not visit hotels without a neutral meeting ok, So where are you staying?

' Erm the heathrow plaza' you can hear some typing down the phone. and for a few seconds it goes quiet.

' Ok So if you go out of your hotel and turn left, 500m down there is a bar called Jakes. 8 pm meet, Anya will be there, would you like her to wear anything special?'

'Errr maybe like a skirt, if possible.'

'Ok well, enjoy your night, you can decide how long you wish to pay for later, although if another booking comes in you only currently have 2 hours. Approach Anya and say Moscow must be cold this time of year so she knows it is you'

With that the person on the phone hangs up. You realise they haven't taken any payment but yet seemed very professional. You only have 1 hour to get ready before the meet.

With 15 minutes to go you leave the hotel and follow the directions. Jakes bar is a decent looking pub, already surprisingly busy with several people on the dance floor, You have a look around.

Standing in the far corner is Anya, you couldn't mistake her. Cascading blonde hair, red lipstick. Good size tits in a black top. The skirt she was wearing was white, and quite tight fitting, going to mid thigh, her slender legs flowing to the floor. She was currently fighting off a couple of blokes who fancied their chances.

Your eyes are dragged to the girl leaving the dance floor though....dark red hair contrasting amazingly with her pale skin, in a ponytail to her mid back, small nose ring stud. her top was tight pushing together her handful sized tits and ending not far below then. Her stomach was athletic, her belly button pierced, a tattoo sitting low on her flat tummy. She had on some tight jeans 3/4 length, sitting low on her hips. She brushed almost straight past you on her way to the bar.