James & Sarah in The Bed

James and Sarah emerged from the bathroom, each wrapped in a fluffy white towel, steam billowing out behind them, and they made their way into the kitchen. After their evening of debauchery they were famished, and as Sarah searched for a suitable snack for them to make at almost three in the morning, James got them each a pint of water, which they guzzled down almost in one go.

They talked like they had known each other forever, and swapped stories about their lives and friends as if the other would know exactly who, and what they were talking about. Sarah revealed that her flat was not entirely her own, but that she shared with another dancer, Imogen, whom she had met around a year and a half ago. She had been on her way home from the club one night and discovered a young girl on the street, a runaway, who she had been unable to ignore and had taken back to the halls of residence she was living in for her first year at university. That girl was Imogen, and she became the catalyst for some great changes within Sarah’s life.

Her halls had been hell to live in. The guys she shared living space with just wanted to fuck her, the girls resented her for the attention she received, and when it had been revealed that she worked as a lap dancer it had made things even harder for her, and she almost lost her job at Twisted because a huge group of students had filed in expecting to get cheaper dances and free blow jobs. After Imogen arrived, all that changed. Within two months they had found their own place (the same place James and Sarah were in now) and Sarah had managed to convince Imogen to contact her parents and let them know she was ok.

“She’s never opened up entirely about why she ran away from home, but I know that it wasn’t her parents that were the problem,” Sarah said.

Imogen’s parents had agreed to let her stay with Sarah and she soon found herself a job. By her seventeenth birthday she was happily settled into her new home with Sarah, and per her parents request, she was regularly seeing a counsellor about the issues she’d had at home. After a few months, however, she was frustrated with her work and wanting to quit. She wanted to dance, like Sarah. She wanted to make money fast and could see how much Sarah was bringing home only working a couple of nights a week, and she wanted to help more with the bills and rent than she was. She also wanted to go back to college and train to be a counsellor herself. She had been inspired by the woman she met with twice weekly to discuss her past, and wanted to help others in the same way. She saw dancing as a way to secure herself financially for the time she would be spending on study. While Sarah had initially been against the idea, Imogen had worn her down, and using her contacts Sarah agreed to get her an interview at The Velvet Orchid after her eighteenth birthday.

“Imogen’s a couple of inches taller than me,” Sarah continued, “With long brown hair, and dark eyes. I mean she’s gorgeous and that was never going to be a problem for the guys. She’s a little less curvy, and has smaller boobs than me, but she’s totally stunning.”

“You sound smitten,” James laughed, “Should I be jealous?”

Sarah laughed.

“We’ve fooled around,” She said, grinning wide, “But you have nothing to worry about…