I lick my lips and taste the gorgeous deep red lipstick applied so carefully; I glance at my image reflected in the minicab windows and gaze at the evening revellers as they make their way to the clubs and bars in London’s West End. I am amazed that here I am dressed as a complete slut in an off-the-shoulder asymmetric short pink dress, showing a yard of chocolate coloured, fully fashioned seamed stockinged legs, killer 5” heels and ankle chain. The transformation having occurred just a few hours before; this was in London’s East End at a dressing service that exists for only for us ‘special’ girls.
The minicab driver’s voice brings me back from thoughts; his voice heavy in its Pakistani accent:
“I sorry miss – the road in front of the club you wanted is blocked with road works – can’t get any closer!”
“No problem I can see Madam JoJos I’ll get out here.”
What on earth was I thinking? It was a good 500yds from where we had stopped; the streets thronged with people and the pavement rough and uneven. Mind you I was used to being out dressed as Angy both during the day and night - although not always dressed quite like this!
As if in a dream, I have paid the driver, confirmed a pick-up time of 2:30am and checked his mobile phone number by dialling it on my phone. I am out showing stocking top as I climb out as elegantly as I can but this is a short dress and even the best of girls would have had difficulty in hiding the fact that I was wearing stockings and suspenders. No matter I am out pulling my short white coat around me as I wave to the cab driver and set off towards the throngs in Soho.
Concentrating on my well practice girly walk: foot one in front of each other, rolling on the ball of my foot as I put the spindly 5” heels down first (avoiding the cracks in the pavement – I have fallen once before and apart from the damage you can do to yourself it draws even more attention to yourself!) Arms with palms turning outward - hips rotating in a feminine wiggle (not too much). Just a quick glance at my ankles with the chain glinting in the street lights and then the elegant feet with blood red toenails showing through the re-enforced hose.
