Victoria sat with her back facing the direction of travel, staring out the window of the train as the countryside rushed passed in a blur. She checked her phone, four hours and one change to go as she made her way back to London after visiting friends over the Christmas period. The train wasn't very busy, normal commuters wouldn't start again for a couple more weeks so there was only a light spattering of other travellers...

As Victoria stood behind the bar, finishing the last of her checks to ensure that everything was in place, she glanced at the time. Five minutes and the doors would open. She looked down at her body. It seemed strange: to her eyes she appeared dressed, yet she knew she was only wearing a thong and heels. The air conditioning inside the club didn't help. Her nipples stood out quite clearly, despite Martin's paintwork. Fina...

Three weeks had passed since Victoria's first night at "Sapphire Dreams." By now she was competent behind the bar and Mike had been full of praise and appreciation for all she did. He had become more of a friend than a boss. Victoria looked at the clock, still only midday on a Friday. She heard her phone ringing in her handbag, and went to the office supplies cupboard to answer it. "Hello Mike," she said with a slight smi...

Victoria was sifting through the job vacancies in the local newspaper. She already worked in an office, but the cost of living in London was more than she imagined possible and she needed a little extra money and so had decided to look for a second job in one of the capital's many bars or clubs. After thirty minutes of trawling through the paper, circling possibilities with the part-chewed biro in her hand, she saw a smal...