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Again, he pauses.
“I suppose so,” he says. “OK, the cost of the session is four hundred pounds, and I normally take a deposit of one hundred pounds from your debit or credit card to secure the booking.”
How much?? Bloody hell, no wonder Mark complains about how expensive he is.
“No credit cards. I pay cash,” I tell him.
“I understand that, but I do need a deposit to secure the booking, I’m afraid.”
Shit. Another factor that I didn’t take into account. How am I going to pay the deposit without revealing who I am? I look at my watch as an idea comes.
“Text your address to this number. I vill get driver to post deposit in cash through your front door tonight. Envelope will say ‘From Kristina’, so you know is from me. Ven you have money, you text again to confirm.”
“OK. This is all highly unusual, but I can see you’re keen to protect your privacy, Ms Olgatov. I look forward to meeting you next Friday. I normally include a list of items to bring with you on the confirmation email, shall I text those as well?”
“Yes. Text is good. Goodbye.” I ring off and punch the air with sheer relief. I’ve done it! I’m going to see Toby again. Now all I have to do is work out how to stop him from slamming the door in my face, but I’ve got a week and a bit to figure that part out. I plug the burner phone in to finish charging and, within a few minutes, it pings to let me know that I’ve received new text messages. The first text contains the studio address, which of course I already know. The second one contains advice about hair, make-up, nails and waxing, and a list of items I might want to bring with me, including lingerie (obviously), high heeled shoes and boots, a white shirt, plus fetish wear if I want to.
“I don’t want to, thank you.” I say to the phone. I had a boyfriend once who was very into fetish gear, and I was curious enough to give it a try. I hated it. Apart from anything else, the squeaking sound the rubber made had the same effect on me as someone dragging their nails down a blackboard, which was a massive turn-off. It was also very difficult to get into and out of, and I sweated profusely in it. Unsurprisingly, the relationship didn’t last. I do have some sexy lingerie – the type that’s scratchy and uncomfortable but not designed to be worn for very long – but I think I might treat myself to some new stuff for this. I’m not actually sure whether I’ll go through with the photoshoot, but I ought to be prepared, just in case.
It’s just after two-thirty, which means I have plenty of time to get to Bluewater, do some shopping and, most importantly, get a hundred pounds out of the cashpoint to post through Toby’s door on the way back. I grab a suitably sized envelope, write ‘From Kristina’ on it (taking care to disguise my handwriting), stuff it into my bag and head down to the car.
I love Bluewater. To be fair, I love most shopping centres, but Bluewater is the closest one to me and therefore has a special place in my heart. The post-Christmas sales are still on, but it’s not too busy now that most people are back at work. I decide to go for two different styles of lingerie. In Ann Summers I buy a very tarty-looking push-up Basque set in black, with crimson detailing. In Rigby & Peller I spend a fortune on a beautiful matching bra and knicker set; I like it so much I decide this is the first underwear I want Toby to see me in. Next, I pop into M&S, where I buy a man’s white shirt. I don’t currently own any high heels; I’m tall enough as it is, so I would tower over people if I wore heels. Despite that, I decide to push the boat out and end up spending far more than is decent on a pair of red stilettos in Russell & Bromley.
By the time I come out, it’s dark and I’m ready to put the next part of my plan into action. I stuff the hundred pounds I’ve just withdrawn into the envelope and set off for Sevenoaks. When I get there, I pull my hoodie up and keep my head down as I approach the studio, so that he can’t see it’s me if he’s watching. I hurry away as soon as I’ve posted the money through the door. By the time I arrive home, another text has arrived on the burner phone.
Dear Ms. Olgatov. I can confirm that I have received your deposit, and I look forward to seeing you on Friday 12th July at 2PM. Regards, Toby Roberts.
We’re on.
