The beautiful game - Part 2 - Remastered 07

Chapter 7 – New girl in da club

As hard as he tried, Milos just couldn’t find any dirt on Marko. Granted, he had heard plenty of awful things while sat on his lap while he talked business, but words weren’t going to be enough. He needed something physical that would tie Marko to a crime.

As the weeks went by, Alek had again gone radio silent with the last note sent over two weeks ago. This lead to Milos becoming more and more desperate, and in his desperation, he started taking more risks. Like almost getting caught in Marko’s home office, exiting just as Olga walked around the corner. With his heart was in his throat, she asked him what he was doing. He quickly made up an excuse about looking for Marko, knowing full well he was out.

Olga most likely knew he was lying, with the worst part being, he had found nothing incriminating in the office. Most of the draws and cupboards were locked, and the computer was password-protected. Without a key or the password, he knew full well, he wasn’t getting into either.

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Used to being treated like a human Barbie doll at this point, Milos stood outside the club, having just driven up with Marko, in his fancy sports car. He no longer felt embarrassed or exposed wearing revealing outfits, like the outfit he wore that evening. These types of clothes had long ago become normal everyday attire for him, but what he couldn’t get used to were the pre-work photoshoots that had started about a week ago and now become a daily ritual.

After turning this way and that, bending and twisting, trying to keep the wind from ruining his hair, that he had spent over an hour on earlier, Marko finally lowered his phone, signalling the end of the photoshoot. Milos’ reward was a long passionate kiss and a squeeze of his bottom while feeling Marko’s erection pressing firmly against him through the thin silky material of his tiny dress. As per usual, Milos didn’t react, he just rode it out until it was time to totter off to start another shift as the floor manager of a sleazy downtown nightclub.

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It was a fairly typical evening in the club, a few drunks needing to be kicked out after getting in a fight, someone vomited in the men’s bathroom, and Milos strutted around on his stripper heels with the eyes of every man he passed, drawn to his plump bottom, wiggling from side to side with every step he took.

A few hours into his shift, with his feet and ankles throbbing, Milos was sat by the bar, drinking a strong vodka cocktail, and taking a well-earned rest when Olga approached.

“Finish that up, Marko wants you to take a bottle of champagne over to Mr Pavlovic’s table”, Olga announced, giving him a disapproving glare.

Milos sighed, “can’t someone else do it? I’ve been rushing around all night; this is the first break I’ve had”.

“He asked for you! You know he’s one of Marko’s most important VIP’s right”? Olga replied in an annoyed tone.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, on my way, Boss”, Milos said, giving her a sarcastic salute.

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With a complimentary bottle of champagne in hand, Milos minced across the floor of the VIP lounge. His destination, a table of smartly dressed men in the corner, but halfway across the room, he stopped as something unusual caught his eye.

On a chair, by the far wall, sat a woman. Her long nylon legs were crossed seductively, and her ample cleavage was spilling out of the top of her tiny strapless animal print dress. Opposite sat Marko, smiling and chatting. There was nothing unusual about Marko sat with a beautiful woman, it happened all the time, but what was unusual was the way the woman was looking and smiling at Milos. There was something very familiar about her that he just couldn’t put his finger on.

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Quickly regaining his composure, Milos trotted over to deliver his champagne. He was greeted with a smile from a bearded muscular man, “thanks, Babe”, he said, giving Milos a little pat on the backside as he proceeded to open the bottle.

With the cork popped, Milos moved as gracefully as he could around the table to fill the glasses of the men hungrily eying him up like a dog would a piece of steak.

Glanced back over at the woman sat opposite Marko, he saw her flirting heavily, leaning over to touch his knee as she giggled away at one of his terrible jokes.

Moving around the table to fill the next glass, Milos looked towards the stunning woman’s smiling face, for some reason, he just couldn't stop staring at her. Her makeup was expertly applied with pink shadow blended behind long dark lashes that framing her large almost black eyes. This woman gave off the impression of someone who knew how to emphasise her best features without overdoing it, not the usual airhead slut Marko hung out with.

Returning to pouring the next glass after pausing briefly to swat away a wandering hand that had found itself onto his inner thigh, Milos found his eyes drawn back to the woman once more. This time he examined her outfit, she looked so comfortable wearing the tiny dress moulded to her thin frame. Milos imagined her to be equally as comfortable strutting around on the towering black ankle boots dangling from the end of her sleek nylon clad legs.

“Candy, Candy”, screamed the moustachioed man, pulling Milos out of his trance, “what the hell are you doing, you stupid bimbo”? Looking down Milos saw the reason for the shouting. Champagne was flowing over the top of the glass he was filling, and onto the table beneath.

“Oh, shit, I mean, I’m terribly sorry, sir”, Milos said apologetically, “I’ll clean that up straight away”, he added, feeling annoyed with himself for getting distracted by the

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An hour passed and having just checked in with the DJ to see if he needed anything, Milos was heading towards the bar. He was weaving his way through the dancing drunks like a pro on his painful footwear, when he suddenly spotted her again, the woman from earlier.

She was staring right at him, and as he approached, she stepped over to block his path.

“Were you going to just walk by without saying hello, Milena? That’s awfully rude, you know”? The woman announced with a cheeky grin on her face.

“Alek, oh my god”! Milos shrieked, louder than he had intended recognising his voice, “what have you done to yourself”?

Alek chuckled, “I guess by your reaction, I’ve perfected my disguise”, he said opening his arms wide.

“Are those real”? Milos asked with his mouth hanging open in shock while looking down at Alek’s ample cleavage.

Alek nodded, “If I’m going to work here, I need my disguise to be perfect, I can't risk being found out for yours and Anja’s sake”.

“Wow... what you're working here”? Milos said shaking his head confused, still unable to comprehend that the stunning woman in front of him was actually Alek.

Alek smiled again, “Anja mentioned a few weeks ago that one of your bar girls quit, what you saw earlier was my interview, I guess Marko liked me, I start tomorrow”.

“My god! you’re crazy, what if he'd recognised you”? Milos exclaimed.

“Well with these new extensions in and these coloured contact lenses, I don't even recognise myself, I had you fooled right”? Alek said, tossing his long black hair across his shoulders, “not that it was easy doing what I just did, you can’t imagine how difficult it was to sit and flirt with that monster after what he did to my old man”.

“I’m sorry Alek”, Milos said pulling a sympathetic face, “I can't imagine how awful that must have been for you. If it’s any consolation, I think you’re really brave, not many people would be willing to change their appearance so drastically. Oh, and you look amazing by the way”.

Alek’s mood changed hearing the last comment, “well I should hope so”, he said striking a pose, “I spent half of yesterday in the salon getting tortured".

“So, what now”? Milos asked stepping forward slightly.

“Well, nothing crazy at first, we’ll just observe but now that I’m here, we’ll have a third set of eyes, looking for dirt on Marko. No one will suspect me, and when the time is right, I’ll get up to his office and see what I can find”.

“Thank you, Alek, I really appreciate you for doing all this. Before you came along, I had all but given up hope”, Milos said, feeling a little overwhelmed and fighting the urge to hug the feminised man.

“Don’t mention it, and remember, this is personal for me too”, Alek said, slamming the heel of his boot into the ground loudly, “that piece of shit, killed my old man, and thinks he's gotten away with it. Well, I’m not going to let that happen”.

“We’ll make him pay, you and me together Alek”, Milos said nodding.

“That we will, Milena”, Alek said smiling, “oh, and by the way, since I work here now, you better call me Hana”.

“Oh... ok then, Hana, you better call me Candy Doll", Milos said with a sigh, "no one here calls me Milena”.

“A sexy name”, Alek announced jokingly.

Milos pouted, “you’re one to talk, looking like that”, he said, scanning down Alek’s slim frame, “why pick a pair of shoes with such a tall heel? Can you even walk in those things”?

Alek shifted his weight from one leg to the other, “If I’m honest with you, they are killing my feet, but I can walk ok, as long as I take small steps and watch where I put my feet. They were Anja’s idea, she said Marko had a thing for girls who wear really high heels”.

Milos grunted, knowing it to be true, “well Hana, I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow, nothing personal if I ignore you or order you about, I guess I'm your boss now”.

“No problem, Miss Doll, I’m going to be a model employee”, Alek replied, turning to leave, and striking a pose.

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Milos groaned at the comment, “please, never call me, Miss Doll again. Candy is bad enough”! He announced.

The pair looked at each other for a moment before starting to chuckle loudly at the ludicrous situation they found themselves in. Two grown men stood in the middle of a nightclub, in painfully tall high heels, done up with perfect hair and makeup, and blending in as two sexily dressed women.

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Five weeks later.

Having spent the day at one of Marko’s pool parties, forced to parade around in a skimpy bikini fetching and carrying drinks as all the guests stared and ogled his body, Milos felt exhausted as he arrived at the club on Marko’s arm.

They parked in his usual spot and what followed was the usual photoshoot. Wearing a tight-fitting peachy pink mini dress, paired with a pair of extremely tall platforms covered in thin straps that rubbed his feet, Milos went through his repertoire of poses.

Anyone looking on would have seen nothing but a slutty looking woman, posing for her boyfriend. Not a soul would have guessed that the woman in front of them, with her extreme hourglass figure, surgically altered to resemble a playboy model, with the lips to match, beneath it all was a man called Milos. But on the inside, Milos was still himself.

The last year had been a tough one, to put it mildly, with multiple occasions where he had thought about giving up and ending it all. But he had held on, and today was going to be the first step in a plan to make Marko pay.

With the shoot over, Milos knew the routine, trotting over to give Marko a passionate kiss. As they broke apart, Milos looked Marko in the eyes and asked in a sultry voice “Are you picking me up later”?

“Of course, Candy Doll, I’ll phone ahead to let Olga know when I’m on my way, it shouldn’t be too late”, Marko said as he took a big handful of Milos’ plump bottom and gave it a hefty squeeze.

“Ok, see you later then”, Milos said, turning to walk towards the club.

“Candy, wait up a minute”, Marko announced, worrying Milos as he slowly turned back around to face the man.

“Are you happy being my girl”? Marko asked randomly.

Put on the spot by the unusual question, Milos had to think fast, “Of course. Baby, I love being your Candy Doll”, he said, skipping back over and planting another kiss on Marko’s lips, inside feeling as though he was about to throw up.

After a short make-out session involving a lot of tongue, Marko took a hold of Milos’ shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes, “I’m really glad to hear that, Doll, I know life has been difficult for you this last year but I’m glad you’ve put all those silly thoughts of running away behind you. I mean it must have been tempting, especially when that reporter showed up, asking questions, and putting ideas in that silly little brain of yours”.

“Reporter”? Milos gulped, “oh, you mean the guy that came to the strip club? I’d forgotten all about him”, he added, looking around trying to act ditzy, “Olga threw him out, right”?

Marko held his stare making Milos feel incredibly uncomfortable, “you haven’t seen him since, have you”? he asked sternly.

“No, Baby and even if he did show up, I’m happy Marko, I'm happy with you”, Milos said, trying to sound genuine but on the inside absolutely terrified.

His mind raced, “Is it happening again? Does Marko know about the plan? is this another warning, just like when we tried to get away before”!

“That’s what I thought my Candy Doll, forget I said anything, now get your cute little butt inside or you’re going to be late for work”, Marko said, giving Milos a hard smack across his backside, making him jump up in the air and scream.

Trying not to grimace, feeling saw from the hard smack, Milos strutted over to the back door of the club. Before entering, he looked back over at Marko, standing by his car, and gave him a little wave, “shit, shit, shit”, he muttered to himself as he headed straight for the main floor, "I need to find Alek".

Inside, the club was still being prepped for opening, the cleaning crew were moping the floor, the bar staff were filling the fridges with bottles, and the DJ was testing his equipment.

Rushing into the room, Milos almost slipped on the slick floor, catching himself at the last second, and cursing, having to wear such ridiculous shoes. Looking up, he came face to face with Olga, staring at him from across the room. Knowing he needed to act natural, he straightened his dress and gave her a smile and a wave. She looked at him oddly for a moment before scowling and walking away.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Milos looked over towards the bar as his heart sank, “shit, where is he”? he whispered to himself, “think Milos, think, where could he be”?

Suddenly remembering that some of the girls sometimes hung out in the alley out back, smoking and chatting before their shift started, Milos calmly as he could, set off to take a look, this time, being extra careful where he placed his feet.

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Having heard female voices laughing before he even opened the door, Milos stepped out into the dingy alley, and to his relief, saw Alek sitting on some steps with his cousin Anya, and two of the other girls that worked behind the bar.

Seeing Alek sat there chatting, Milos smiled and shook his head. Even after working with him every day for weeks, Milos still found himself stunned every time he saw the feminine looking man. It really was quite incredible just how quickly he had adapted to life as a woman.

Sat there amongst the girls, he didn’t look at all out of place at all. His makeup was expertly applied, his jet black hair looked clean, and his mannerisms were indistinguishable from the other three women sat around him.

Looking up, Anja saw Milos looking over at them before nudging the others, who quickly looked up, ready to greet their boss.

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“Hi, Boss, want a smoke”? Anja said smiling.

“Not right now Anya, I just need to speak to Hana, could you girls give us a second”? Milos said, looking at the other women to indicate he wanted them to leave.

“Everything ok, Boss”? Anja asked hearing the worry in the tone of his voice.

“Yes, nothing to worry about, Anya, I just need to borrow Hana for a few minutes, she’ll meet you inside soon, “Milos said, smiling as he turned to look Alek in the eyes.

“Come on girls, breaks over”, Anja announced, “let’s get back inside”.

Milos watched as the other women stumped out their cigarettes and got to their heeled feet. They then stood up and smiled at him as they passed, their eyes clearly showing their annoyance at having their break cut short.

Anja and Alek stood up last and approached Milos, “you want me to stay too”? Anja asked stepping forward after the other women were out of earshot.

“No, it will look too suspicious if you stay”, Milos said, looking over his shoulder, “you go back inside and keep an eye on Olga, we'll fill you in later”.

Anja nodded before leaving Milos stood there facing Alek who was adjusted one of his shoes.

“God, these shoes are too tight, they're rubbing my feet raw, I knew I should have gone for a size up”, Alec said looking up at Milos, “what’s going on anyway? Has something happened”?

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“It’s Marko, he knows”, Milos said, panicked.

“Knows what”? Alek asked, standing up straight and sounding concerned.

“About the plan, he knows”, Milos said, his eyes now wide with fear.

“What! Are you sure? Calm down and tell me what's happened”, Alek said, leading Milos over to the steps, he had just been sat on moments earlier.

After awkwardly sitting down in his tight dress, and somehow not flashing his panties Milos took a breath and told Alek what had transpired out in the carpark.

“Me? he asked about me, as in Hana”? Alek said confused.

“No, you as in Alek, the male reporter, he mentioned the time you visited the strip club, saying how glad he was that I hadn’t tried to run away with you”, Milos said placing his head in his hands.

Alek placed an arm around a shaking Milos, “ok, let’s just calm down and think for a minute, is it possible that you're overreacting a bit? it could just be a coincidence, and you’re probably nervous about tonight, It’ll be ok, I'm just going to slip in and out, no one will see me”.

“No, you, don’t understand”, Milos said forcefully, “this happened before”. A tear slowly rolled down his cheek. “He warned me that night too, the night we got caught, the night… Coach… you know”, Milos added before breaking down in tears.

The feminised pair just sat there for a minute while Milos let it out with Alek holding him close. When he calmed down a little, Alek smiled, seeing Milos with panda eyes and mascara lines running down his cheeks. “Milena, you don’t have to do this you know? no one is forcing you, but I’m not sure we’ll ever get another chance like this one”, he said, showing Milos the key to Marko’s office he had taken off a security guard the previous evening.

“I’m scared Alek, I don’t want to be responsible for anyone else getting hurt, I don’t want to have your death on my coincidence too”, Milos said sobbing.

“Hey, I’m a big boy”, Alek said before smiling and looking down at how he was dressed, “well normally anyway. Listen, I can make my own decisions, you don’t need to worry about me”, he said as he gently brushed a blonde lock of hair from Milos’ face.

There was a moment’s pause as Alek slowly moved his face towards Milos’. Their lips touched briefly before Alek pulled back a little almost to see if it was ok to continue.

Lunging forward, Milos smashed his plump lips into Alek’s or the briefest of kisses before Milos quickly pulling back, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that”, he said looking away embarrassed.

“It’s ok, Milena, I was the one who kissed you first”, Alek said smiling and stroking his back gently.

“But I'm not what you think, I haven't been honest with you”! Milos mumbled.

Alek placed an arm around his shoulders, “Whatever it is, you can tell me, you can trust me”, he said in an encouraging voice.

After a moment's hesitation, Milos turned, “I’m not Milena Ivanovic, My name is Milos Ivanovic and I’m a man! That’s the real reason Marko was so angry and punished me! I’m the reason Coach is dead”! He blurted out before breaking down in tears once more.

A stunned Alek didn’t know what to say, finding it almost impossible to believe that the ultra-feminine creature next to him was actually a man like him. But as he thought it through in his mind, a few snippets of interactions and conversations came back to him. Small things that had seemed odd or out of place at the time, now made perfect sense.

Hugging Milos tightly, he let him know it was ok and waited until he was ready to tell him the story.

Sat outside on the step that evening, Alek finally discovered how Milos had ended up playing for the Tigers, how Marko had discovered the truth, and the utter hell he had been forced to live through for the last year or so.

After listening to Milos speak, careful to not interrupt, Alek stroked through Milos’s hair softly and gave him a little peck on the cheek, “I think you’re incredibly brave to have not given up hope, you're amazing”.

“You’re not angry at me for lying to you”? Milos asked pulling back slightly to see if Alek was being sincere.

“Angry? I’m furious, but not at you, I’m angry at that scumbag Marko, he’s going to pay for what he's done if it's the last thing I do”, Alek said grinding his teeth, his hated for Marko somehow having gone up a level. “But not tonight”, he added, shaking his head, and brushing a strand of hair from his face, “go wash your face, Milena, and freshen up your makeup, we’ll hold off on the office raid for tonight, there will be another opportunity soon.

Milos nodded, with a newfound respect and admiration for Alek. When he had met the cocky reporter all those months ago, he had misjudged him, thinking he would just let him down just like everyone else in his life had always done. But looking at the beautiful man next to him, smiling confidently in his tight blue dress and sky-high heels, Milos knew he had been wrong about him. Alek wasn't going to let him down, he was someone he could depend on, a true hero.