Lola Smirnova - Twisted

We rush back home, swallow some take-aways that we grab on the way, and jump into the shower. A few minutes before leaving our apartment, I get another text from our pimp with the client’s name and address.

I can’t believe my eyes – it is Ali’s address! The name is different, though. The blood rushes through my head and my heart is jumping out of my chest. Oh my fuck! Please, please, please… let it be him…

The concierge is the same man, but I doubt he recognises me. The unpleasant thought about how many women Ali has fucked since our first session leaves a sour taste in my mouth. But the front door thrown open immediately after we buzz banishes my navel-gazing: it’s him…

‘Hi girls, you are right on time!’ he almost shouts through the ear-piercing music with his delicious smile, the image of which I’d carefully stored in my memory’s ‘forever’ file after I first met him.

‘Please come on in!’

The music is so loud we don’t even bother to respond.

I can see the pleasant surprise on Inna’s face; I don’t know whether it’s about the design of the apartment or our host.

The light in the living room is dimmed. The white designer coffee table, illuminated by the TV’s flashing light, is stuffed with liqueur bottles, packets of chips, cigarettes, and a beautifully adorned silver tray of white powder.

Inna and I settle on the couch. The guys are already pretty tipsy. While organising us some drinks, they explain the occasion.

‘This is my best buddy, Ersin,’ Ali utters with a smile, fondly squeezing and shaking Ersin’s shoulders, ‘and today is his birthday! So you ladies will help me make it a really special night for him.’

They both giggle, and before I know it, Ersin drops onto the couch next to me, handing me a glass of bubbly, while Ali settles next to Inna.

The pulse in my head starts painfully to strike – either Ali is so drunk that he doesn’t even recognise me, or his friend liked me more than Inna and he is just too much of a gentleman to spoil Ersin’s birthday present.

Crap! I sound like Lena already…

The next thing I see is Inna and Ali smooching and groping each other. And before I even get the picture, Ersin is pulling me into the bedroom…

The birthday boy takes off his jeans, pulls off my top, and, after a few kisses and grabs of my nipples, puts me down on my knees and pushes his hard cock into my mouth. ‘Suck it, baby. I want to come in your mouth.’

I do as I’m told, like a zombie. The jealousy drowns me in rage and hurt; all I can hear are Inna’s loud sex breaths and screams in the next room.

‘You are not in the mood?’ Ersin asks me while lifting me up off the floor and throwing me on the bed. Then he climbs on top and fucks me until he comes. An unstoppable hot stream of tears runs down my face, which I don’t even try to wipe or hide. I don’t care about anything but those noises. Ersin doesn’t notice them anyway until the moment he rolls off me. ‘Oh… you liked it too…’ he says with a satisfied smile. ‘It’s okay, don’t worry, I’ve seen that before – your tears are from the strong orgasm you just experienced…’

Swollen-headed idiot!

We wait for some time, until the other room goes quiet, then we dress and walk out. Ali is lying on the couch wearing only boxers; Inna, naked, picks up her clothes and goes to the bathroom. I can’t look at them. I am scared I will start crying again right there, in front of him.

Ersin takes my hand and pulls me to the couch, makes me sit down, gives Ali five and exclaims, ‘Wow, buddy, the best birthday present ever!’ They both start laughing.

Inna comes back all dressed, pours herself another glass and addresses me with a smile: ‘Are we all paid and ready to go, Victoria?’

Ali gets up and searches in his pants pocket for the money, then hands it to me.

‘Victoria, I will give you an extra fifty if you say now that I was a better lover than him.’

They start laughing loud again, and Inna exclaims, surprised, ‘What are you talking about? I didn’t know you two knew each other?’

All I can feel are the pulsing strikes in my head and the hot tears on my lips again. ‘Fuck you!’ I throw the money into Ali’s face and storm out of the door.

‘What the hell happened there?’ Inna’s stunned voice is almost screaming when, a few minutes later, she finds me sitting and crying on the sidewalk in the parking lot behind the building.

‘Are you insane? Why did you throw the money at him?’

I say nothing and she hunkers down in front of me, removing my hands from my tear-stained face. ‘What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me…’

‘Don’t you get it? I daydream about this bastard for the whole month but he chooses you!’ A new stream of blubbering muffles the end of my sentence.

‘If I’d known you knew him and had feelings for him, I would never have done anything like that,’ Inna exclaims. ‘I am sorry, Jul, I wish I’d known… Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘When I realised that the bastard didn’t even recognise me it was too late. Besides, what could I say? It was clear he wanted to fuck you…’

‘Okay, Jul. Let’s find a cab and get out of here.’

She gets up and pulls me up too.

‘Please don’t cry. He is a jerk!’

She sighs and hugs my shoulders.

‘Although I completely understand why you were so carried away by him. He is a great fuck… But Jul, you are not sixteen any more. You can’t act like you are, and because of bullshit like this throw away the money we work so hard to earn.’

‘I know. I’m sorry. I just lost it…’ I reply, feeling guilty.

‘You know what?’ Inna smiles to me as we get into the cab. ‘Let’s stop at the grocer on the way home and get some cheesecake and ice cream. It’s the best panacea for any love-related blues, and luckily does not require a prescription.’

‘I am not in love, Inna! What nonsense!’ I protest with a weak smile.

Then why the hell I am so attached and emotional? I’ve only seen this guy twice in my life but I’ve never felt anything like this before?

When we get home, we take a quick shower, jump into bed, drink some wine, eat our asses off, watch some Russian comedy that Inna chose ‘to help the healing process’, and fall asleep.

The melody of my cell phone wakes me up. Although it feels early, I assume it’s at least midday.

‘Hello,’ I answer, without even looking at the number, trying to clear my throat at the same time. The noise that comes out of me makes me sound more like an ogre than a 19-year-old, 49 kilogram woman.

‘Hello… Victoria? Can I speak to Victoria, please?’ The voice makes me jump off the bed.

‘Yes, it’s Victoria speaking.’ I sound a little better and he recognises me. ‘It’s Ali… from last night. Please don’t put the phone down. I know you are upset with me but that’s why I’m calling you.’ He hesitates for a second. ‘I found your number in my cellphone. If you remember, you called me for directions the first time we met, a month ago.’

He pauses and I stay quiet too. My heart beats so loudly that I am scared he will hear it.

‘I wanted to apologise for what happened last night. I acted like a jerk… I guess. I didn’t know I was hurting your feelings.’

‘No worries, even though you did act like a jerk. Apology accepted.’ I try to talk without my voice getting neurotically squeaky. ‘Anything else?’

‘Yes. I was wondering if you would give me a chance to apologise in person. Would you consider having a dinner with me?’

‘Yes, I would.’ Damn. I answer too quickly and my voice does squeak.

‘How about tonight? Are you available?’ I can hear him smiling on other side of the line.