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W Is for Wendy

I heard the taxi pull up outside and grabbed my little black handbag and my keys. As I walked out towards the taxi, the three men working on the small building site over the road looked across towards me and shouted and whistled appreciatively. They'd probably seen Amanda earlier, but I like to think they appreciated a slutty tart like me more than the classy woman who had visited me barely an hour ago. Visited William, that is. But William had disappeared, it was Wendi they were whistling at.

So, I gave them a show, because I love to tease them. I wiggled my hips and strutted boldly and proudly, with a smile, over towards the taxi. As the driver opened the door I eased my tightly-wrapped bum onto the seat, flashing an awful lot of leg and stocking-top as I slid myself into the back of the cab. Leg which I hoped my lover would be feasting his eyes on before long.

"Where to, miss?" asked my driver.

"The Grosvenor Hotel" I replied.