The beautiful game - Part 2 - Remastered 08

Chapter 8 – A series of unexpected events

Alek gave Milos a look of concern as he minced on by, closely followed by Olga.

A month had passed, with the feminised men, biding their time and waiting patiently for another opportunity to infiltrate Marco’s office.

During that time, having impressed, Alek, or Hana rather, had been given a promotion. The job title hadn’t changed, he was still a barmaid. But now instead of serving drinks from behind the main bar, he delivered them to the waiting guests at their tables in the VIP section of the club.

As everyone knew, working the VIP section was a double-edged sword. It may have been more money for fewer hours worked, but that came at a cost. The women of the VIP section were there to please. Dressed in the skimpiest of outfits, their job was to move from table to table, where they would mingle, flirt, and keep the money rolling in.

To Milos’ surprise, Alek had adapted to the role like a duck to water. Teasing the VIP’s like a pro, even participating in the little dance shows with the other girls. Just like he was at that very moment, stood in front of a table of high rollers, twisting and posing as the men grinned and clapped.

Going through the moves of the routine, designed to be as provocative as possible, it was impossible to tell the difference between him and the other beauties surrounding him. With a little black dress hugging his slim athletic body like a second skin, and his hair and makeup immaculate done, he looked like a model.

Strutting by Milos gave Alek a little smile to let him know everything was alright. After all, being called up to Marko’s office mid-shift for some stress relief, as Marko referred to it, wasn’t uncommon. It was strange that Olga was accompanying him though.

Not wanting to arouse suspicion, Alek turned away and went back to focus on entertaining his table of guests. Placing his hands on the girl in front of him, he ran his hands along the outline of her buttocks as he smiled seductively at the table of excited looking men.

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In the privacy of the back corridors, Milos turned to face Olga, “Is everything ok”? He asked, trying to act calm.

Olga looked at him and squinted, “yes, why wouldn’t things be ok”? She replied, looking at him suspiciously.

“Err... no reason, it’s just... usually when I’m called to see Marko, it’s alone”, Milos said regretting starting a conversation with the cold reserved woman.

“I know as much as you, Marko wants to see you and he asked me to join you. He’s the boss, I just do what I’m told”, Olga replied, walking on ahead, indicating that the conversation was over.

Milos followed her through the corridor and up the stairs, admiring her shapely figure and toned legs. She was taller than your typical woman but beautiful non the less. Milos wondered what she was doing working for Marko, she always looked so miserable and annoyed, and in all the time he'd known her, he realised, he knew absolutely nothing about her past.

Standing outside a large wooden door, Olga knocked loudly. Almost instantly, Marko called out from inside. His deep booming voice, telling them that they had permission to enter.

With Olga stepping to one side, Milos entered first, shuffling over slowly on his tall leopard-print platform pumps to stand in front of Marko’s desk. A floor to ceiling window would normally be visible behind him, allowing Marko to view the club floor beneath. Although tonight, the drapes had been drawn, obscuring from view.

(See image 8.1)

Sat behind his desk with his arms folded, Marko waited for Olga to take a seat on the Sofa, before looking up at Milos and smiling. “There you are, my little doll, how has you’re evening been”?

Trying to appear relaxed, Milos brushed a strand of long blonde hair from his face and smiled back, “I’m doing fine, Baby, is everything ok”?

“Why are you feeling guilty about something”? Marko asked, his glaze intensifying as he stared into Milos’ heavily made-up eyes.

More than a little disturbed, Milos pouted. “Guilty”? Did I do something wrong, Baby”?

There was a moment of silence as Milos’ leg threatened to shake. Locking his muscles in place, he pushed his stiletto heels down as hard as he could into the office floor to steady himself.

Finally, Marko smiled, “I guess not, now come over here and give Daddy a proper welcome”.

Milos let out a quiet sigh of relief before bounding across the floor and plopping himself down in Marko’s lap, never so happy in his life to be kissing him.

Breaking from the embrace, Marko looked down at the feminised man in his arms. “I want you to go and get your coat, Doll”, he said, while gently stroking Milos’ smooth thigh.

“Are we going somewhere”? Milos asked, batting his long dark eyelashes.

“Not us, you”! Marko answered, giving his thigh a squeeze, “You’re going to meet an old friend, Olga will drive you”.

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Pulling up outside a fancy hotel by the riverfront, a valet ran over to open Milos' door as another went around to take the car keys from Olga. Carefully, Milos swung his legs out, trying to keep his dignity intact, and not flashing the man a glimpse of his lacy pink thong.

With the clicking of high heels on the polished marble floor, announcing their presence, almost every head in the hotel lobby turned to check out the tall stocky woman and her leggy leopard clad companion.

Over to the lift, they trotted before ascending to the roof, where the doors opened to reveal the entrance to a swanky rooftop bar.

“Ok, you’ll find her in there”, Olga announced.

“Find who? and are you not coming with me”, Milos asked, feeling unnerved and anxious being in an unfamiliar place, in his skimpy little dress.

Olga narrowed her brow, looking irritated by the question, “You'll know when you see her, I’ll wait in the lobby until you’re done”.

Exiting the lift, Milos took a deep breath before placing his long acrylic nailed fingers on the surface of the heavy glass door and slowly pushed it open.

Greeted by the sound of soft piano music and people chatting, he took a few steps forward looking around and wondering how he was ever going to find this mystery person.

“Can I help you Miss”, a snooty looking waiter asked, stepping in front of Milos.

“Uhm.. yes, I’m meeting someone here, but I don’t know their name”, Milos stammered, feeling ridiculous as the words left his mouth.

The waiter looked Milos up and down, turning up his nose. “I’m, sorry, miss, but we run a respectful establishment here, you can’t do your business in here”!

It took Milos a moment to realise what the waiter was talking about. But when the penny dropped, he was left in a state of shock. “Oh no, you’ve got the wrong idea, I’m not a prostitute”, he shrieked, casing a few nearby heads to turn.

The waiter looked unconvinced, “ok, then please, tell me your name and I’ll see if you have a table booked”, said the waiter, stepping over to a small desk and opening a little book.

“Candy Doll”, Milos murmured, wanting to die from the humiliation.

“Ha, not a prosti…. The waiter's sentence trailed off as he found the name in his book and his attitude suddenly changed.

“Outside table, with a view, I’m sorry for the earlier accusation miss, I hope you can forgive me, this way please”, the waiter said, smiling and leading Milos outside.

Not wanting to make a fuss, Milos following the man outside, weaving his way past tables of people enjoying a drink and the pleasant evening air.

Halfway across the patio area, like a deer in the headlights, Milos froze as he caught sight of the person he was meeting, it was Bojana. Sat directly in front of him, dressed in a short black skirt and sheer summery top, she lifted a manicured hand and beckoned him over. With his breathing became laboured, and his palms sweating, Milos thought about what he was going to say to her.

Before the failed escape attempt, he and Bojana had spent a lot of time together. He’d always been wary of her, keeping his guard up, but he couldn’t deny, they also had a lot of fun together.

Bojana had appeared in his life when it was a living nightmare, and for a brief time, hanging out with her, made life slightly more bearable. Granted, under normal circumstances, he would have never voluntarily chosen to dress as a slutty looking woman and hang out in a nightclub. But sad as it was, apart from Coach, Bojana was probably the best friend Milos had ever had.

Stopping in front of her, Milos looked down through his thick lashes as Bojana glared back up at him. “Hi Bojana, I… I…”, he sputtered.

Bojana, placing a long fire-engine red coloured acrylic nail in front of her lips, shushed him, “Sit down Milena and have a drink”, she said patting the chair to her left.

“Bring us two vodka and sodas and lots of ice”, Bojana announced in her sultry voice, looking up at the waiter who was still hanging around.

“Yes, Miss, coming right up”, the waiter answered before leaving the two old friends to catch up.

(See image 8.2)

Turning her body to face Milos, Bojana crossed her legs and smiled, “I forgive you Milena”, she declared as a wave of relief washed over Milos.

“I’m sorry, too”, he replied, “It wasn’t you that I was trying to get away from, you know”?

“I know, Babe”, Bojana sighed. “At first, I was too angry to see it, I felt betrayed when you tried to leave, but now that I’ve had time to think things through, if I were in your situation, I probably would have done the same thing”.

“I wanted to tell you”, Milos blurted out, “I wanted to say goodbye, I just couldn’t be sure if you’d tell Marko or not, you know what he is capable of”?

Bojana bowed her head, “I understand all too well", she said in a sullen voice.

“If you know about the things he’s done, why do you put up with it, why don’t you go to the police”? Milos asked waving his hands around wildly.

“I can't”, Bojana replied forcefully, looking back up, “my brother may be a monster, but he’s the only family I’ve got, I could never turn him over to the police”! Bojana stated, her tone suddenly changing to become more serious sounding.

Milos rubbed his thighs nervously, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that”, he said apologetically before looking away.

Bojana closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “It’s ok, I’m not angry, Milena, you need to understand, I'm being held captive just like you. Well, not exactly like you. I have more freedom, but I'm still restricted in what I can do and who I can see. If my brother doesn’t approve of something, I can’t do it, end of story”.

“That can’t be easy for you”, Milos replied, having never realised before.

Bojana reached over to take Milos’ hand, “I’ve missed you Milena”, she said with a smile, "can we be friends, again"?

Smiling back, Milos squeezed her hand, “I'd like that, I’ve missed you too”, Bojana.

The drinks arrived shortly after and for a few minutes they chattered away. Milos learned how Bojana had spent the last few months in Paris visiting a friend as she rejoiced in telling him about all the wonderful places she had been and the things she had done.

Feeling more relaxed, Milos finally built up the courage to ask a question, one he desperately wanted to know the answer to. Waiting for Bojana to finish telling an amusing story about a missing handbag and a peculiar taxi driver before, approached the subject. “Bojana, I need to ask you something”? he said sheepishly, "I'm not sure if you'll want to answer but I have to ask"

Noticing the serious look on his face, Bojana nodded her head. “You want to know what happened to Coach, right”?

Milos slowly nodded, amazed at her psychic ability to read his mind.

She took a deep breath before pointing her acrylic tipped finger towards the river behind her, “I’m sorry”, she said shaking her head, "he's gone".

Milos almost choked as a mixture of emotions flooded his brain. Deep down, he knew Coach was dead but having it confirmed was just so final. His body slumped back slowly onto the sofa as tears formed in the corner of his eyes.

Bojana shuffled over and put her arm around him, “he was important to you, tell me about him”? she said, stroking through his hair in a comforting manner.

Milos looked up and smiled weakly, “he wasn’t a saint, that’s for sure", he replied, wiping a tear from under his eye", he had his issues that's for sure. But he was also kind, he cared about people, he saved me”.

For the next few hours, the pair chatted away remembering how much they enjoying each other company. They talked about Coach, Marko, the club, complaining and reliving past events.

As the evening drew to a close, Milos had come to realise just how much Bojana hated Marko. He got the feeling, although she would never betray her brother. She would also probably look the other way if she ever found out about his plan to escape.

The evening ended with the arrival of Olga, “time to go home, Candy, Marko just called”, she stated bluntly, making Bojana glare up at her.

“Ok, ready”, Milos responded, getting to his feet, and giving Olga a fake smile. The fun was over, it was time to put his game face back on.

Wobbling slightly on his tall heels, probably not helped by all the vodka’s he'd drunk, Milos looked out at the lit-up river below them. He’d always loved the river; its peaceful nature had always helped him think. But after the information Bojana had divulged earlier, that, like a lot of other things in his life, was now gone. Just another thing to add to the list that Marko had taken from him.

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Scanning his surroundings, Milos wondered why he was there. After another afternoon of pampering at the beauty salon, getting his hair and nails done, he had received a text from Marko to meet at this location.

Picked up by the car and dropped off outside a random bar by the river, Milos was starving after barely eating all day. The last thing he wanted to be doing was standing around in his painful shoes waiting for Marko.

The bar itself was situated in quite a pleasant location, with its front, facing the magnificent view of the river. Not sure if Marko expected him to get a table or just wait outside for him, Milos took out his phone and tried to call. After getting no answer, he sent him a message instead, “I've arrived, are you almost here”?

Waiting on a reply, Milos hung around for a moment, feeling very awkward in his tiny red dress, and fancy red heels. The wing-like decorations on the sides of his torturous footwear drawing more than a few second glances.

It also didn't help his nerves that every time he looked around, he caught the eye of some man, taking a secret glance at his legs. Some trying to be sneaky and not alert the woman with them, but others were much less subtle.

“Hello beautiful, what’s your name”? A bald-headed man wearing sunglasses announced, approaching from inside the bar.

Still ashamed every time, he had to say his name aloud, Milos acknowledged the huge man towering over him. “Hello, I’m Candy Doll, I’m supposed to be meeting my boyfriend here, his name's Marko, Marko Mitic, have you seen him”?

Hearing the name, the man gulped, his face turned pale, and his eyes quickly darted up from Milos’ breasts to look him in the eyes. “Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were with Marko, please, I meant no offence. I’m Davos, the owner, please take a seat, I’ll get you a drink, anything you want, on the house”, Davos said looking flustered.

“Fine, I’ll take a water, thanks”, Milos said, liking the idea of being able to sit down and take the pressure off his throbbing feet. But before he had the chance, the previously confident Davos, looked behind Milos and turned away sharply.

Eager to see what the man was so frightened about, Milos turned on his heels to see Marko approaching, holding a single red rose.

“A beautiful flower for a beautiful woman”, Marko announced, making Milos sigh and bow his head out of pure embarrassment.

(See image 8.3)

Presenting him with the rose, Marko stepped forward and kissed Milos on his shiny red lips, caressing his body through the silky material of his dress, not caring one bit about all the people gawking at them.

When Marko finally released him, Milos felt a little dizzy. He stumbled slightly before Marko wrapped his arms around him.

“Hey Davos, bring my Candy some water, will ya”? Marko shouted, causing the bald-headed man to spring into action.

“Are you ok”? Marko asked, looking genuinely concerned as he helped Milos over to a nearby table.

“I’m fine, please don’t fuss”, Milos replied as he was helped into his seat. “Why have you brought me here, Marko”?

Taking up a seat opposite, Marko looked around and smiled, “well, what do you think of this place, do you like it”?

Milos scanned the room once more; he had seen nicer places. “It has a nice view, I guess”, he answered in an emotionless voice.

“So, you like it, great”, Marko announced, clapping his hands together, “That’s good because I just bought the place and you’re going to run it for me”.

Milos was speechless. Was Marko being serious? Him, run the place, but why? The timing seemed very convenient. Could it really be a coincidence?

Marko took his hand, “What’s wrong? I thought you’d be pleased, I remember you telling me, how much you liked to be by the river”, he said with a smirk.

Milos again didn’t know how to respond, was this a test or just a cruel joke? Did Marko know what he and Bojana had spoken about at the bar? Did he bring him here looking for a reaction?

Milos fought back the anger and the tears, “that’s so thoughtful, Marko, I love the idea, thank you”, he said before leaning across the table to give him a kiss. His tormentor’s coarse beard scratching against his soft skin as he wondered if it was possible to hate anyone, more than he despised Marko at that moment.

Luckily for Milos, the kiss was interrupted by Davos bringing over the glass of water. Marko thanked him but looked annoyed by the man's poor timing. Milos on the other hand was grateful for the interruption. Grasping the glass awkwardly with his long-nailed fingers, he took a large gulp to wash his mouth out.

“I want you to start next week, we’ll gut the place and redesign everything. You chose the décor; I trust your opinion. but, go easy on the pink, hey”! Marko teased, chuckling at his little joke.

Milos bit his tongue and smiled, “me! are you sure I’m the right person? I don’t really know anything about decorating, and I’m happy in my role at the club.

“And you do a great job there”, Marko responded, “but this place is going to be a real gold mine once we do it up, it just needs a woman’s touch”, he added, again smirking.

Milos panicked inside, if he was forced to work here, he would lose contact with Alek, destroying all of their plans. “Baby, are you sure about this? Won’t you miss me? if I’m stuck here, I won’t be able to visit you in your office for our relaxation sessions”, Milos purred, rubbing Marko’s knee, and feeling dirty for acting so desperate.

Marko smiled, “oh don’t worry about that, Dollface, I’ll be here every day overseeing the project, we can just make our evening relaxation sessions into afternoon playtime”.

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That evening, in the club, Milos waited for a quiet moment to talk to Alek alone. At around ten o'clock he found his opening.

Having been posted at the back entrance to the VIP section, the one used by the really exclusive guests who wanted to come and go without being seen, Alek stood, lifting one shoe off the ground before changing to the other.

Knowing it was unusual for Milos to approach him mid-shift, Alek gazed at him confused as he strode across to him.

As he approached, Milos smiled, admiring once again, just how feminine Alek looked in his strappy platform pumps, he must have been in pain, having been stood there for hours.

The heels matched his dress, a promotional costume from the brewery, that Marko liked the girls to wear on occasion. A pale pink, frilly little number, designed to display every inch of the wearer sexy legs.

(See image 8.4)

“Evening boss, is everything ok”? Alek asked, looking around nervously.

“Hana, we have a problem”, Milos announced, his voice filled with dread.

A look of concern appeared on Alek’s face, “What is it? what’s wrong”?

“Marko wants to move me! He wants me to work at another location”!

“What? When”? Alek asked, gingerly taking a step closer.

“Next week”, Milos stated, shaking his head.

“Next week”! Alek repeated, probably louder than he had intended. “No, that can’t happen, the plan is set. You need to change Marko's mind or delay it somehow”.

“I’ve tried, there's nothing I can do, he’s made up his mind”, Milos exclaimed.

Alek paused for a moment to think, bringing his right hand up to stroke through his long silky hair with his long shiny nails. “We have to do it tomorrow”, he announced confidently, when he finally spoke.

Milos looked shocked. “Do what tomorrow? The plan? We can’t! it’s not too risky”!

“We have no choice. It’s far from ideal and we’ll have to improvise a little, but it can be done”, Alek said nodding.

Ok, but how should we…”, Milos started speaking but Alek cut him off. “Hey, someone’s coming, let’s talk later, ok?”.

Looking over his shoulder, Milos saw a man approaching, “Ok great, thanks Hana, now get back to work”, Milos ordered loudly, trying to keep up appearances.

“Yes boss”, Alek replied, stepping back to take up his position by the door.

As he tottered away, Milos caught part of the interaction Alek had with the man. “Good evening, Handsome. Are you on the list”? Alek purred.

It still amazed him, how easily Alek could slip in and out of being Hana. Scary in a way, but also a good thing. If Alek wasn’t such a good actor, surely, they would have been caught by now. But there was no time for thoughts like that now. There were more important things to worry about like seeing through their master plan. The one where Milos would finally be free to live his life, and Marko would be getting his just desserts.