The beautiful game - Part 2 - Remastered 06

Chapter 6 – Did somebody call for a hero?

Circling the club before opening to see if everything was in order, Milos took a moment to reflect on the changes that had happened in just the last month.

He had despised his life as a dancer, but given the choice, would he go back? Maybe! As demeaning as it had been, wiggling his body for a group of rowdy horny men, it was probably better than being Marko live-in girlfriend and personal sex doll. With the sexual appetite of a horny teenager, Marko never seemed satisfied. Sometimes called upon several times a day, Milos was always standing by to provide oral pleasure, jump in the hot tub, or anything else Marko commanded of him.

Picking up a dirty ashtray, Milos clicked his way towards the bar on his tall platform pumps, “at least this new role as floor manager is bearable”, he thought to himself, thinking back to all the wandering hands, he would have to fend off in a typical evening.

The new club, he had been working at for a while now, was much bigger than the last, and in a much nicer part of the city. The clientele here were mostly wealthy young party-goers, difficult to please but a welcome change from the creepy sex pests of old.

In fact, recently, Milos had decided to try a bit harder to do a good job in his new role. If nothing else, it made the time pass quicker and it pleased him to know, he had made somebody's night a little better. After all, the guests didn’t know the club was owned by the devil, they were just out to have a good time.

It was a pretty easy job, but the worst part, by far, was having to satisfy all the rich arseholes that piled into the VIP section every evening. The room was usually filled with Marko’s business associates and friends, a group of people Milos hated to socialize with. But as floor manager, he would do his best to smile and make sure they were taken care of, bringing them complimentary bottles of champagne, and arranging for the delivery of anything else they needed, drugs, girls, pretty much anything they desired.

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Later that evening, at around 11.30, the club was in full swing. Dressed in a rather revealing sparkly black mini-dress and teetering on a pair of patent leather platform pumps, Milos stood by the entrance to the VIP section, greeting the guests as they arrived.

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He rocked gently from one towering shoe to the other, trying to ease the pressure on his aching feet. These days, Milos could walk around in the tallest of heels all evening with barely a stumble. All onlookers would marvel at his grace and skill but that didn’t mean he was immune to the pain they caused.

Feeling a little tired that evening, having been kept up by Marko most of the previous night, Milos raked his long nails across the top of his scalp, dragging them through his long blond hair, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the comforting feeling.

Hearing the familiar sound of clumpy high heeled footsteps approaching, Milos opened his heavily made-up eyes to see an awkward-looking woman descending down the steps in front of him.

The woman looking very unstable on her feet as she slowly navigated the remaining few steps. Arriving at the bottom, she looked up with an intense look on her face and struck a pose.

Milos just stared at her, dressed in a pair of ripped designer jeans and a blue T-shirt with the superman logo, half concealed by a red blazer. The colour of the blazer matched the tall wedge pumps strapped to her feet, a pair of shoes she was clearly not accustomed to walking in.

Pursing her shiny red lips, the woman just stood there as though she wanted Milos to say something. Milos just continued to stare at her, noticing the odd shine from her jet black hair, making it look almost synthetic.

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Milos smiled at the odd woman, the way he greeted all guests, thinking there was something very familiar about her. The woman smiled back before stepping forward a few steps, stumbling awkwardly on her wedges, looking likely to fall at any moment.

“Great, another one who has had too much to drink”, Milos thought, looking over to see where the bouncers were, in case he needed to have her taken away.

“Good evening, miss”, this is the VIP section, is your name on the list”? Milos said greeting her.

Stopping right in front of him, the woman leaned in close, giving Milos a nose full of strong flowery perfume. “Milena, I’m sorry it took me so long to find you, it wasn’t easy getting in here you know”, the woman whispered in a rather deep voice.

Milos’ mouth dropped open in shock, he recognised that voice, and now looking closely at the face in front of him, he also recognised that nose, “Alek”? He gasped in utter shock.

“Ssshhh, not so loud, what’s the point of disguising myself like this if you're just going to announce who I am to the whole room”, Alek said, bringing his index finger up to his painted lips.

“Sorry, I’m just a little shocked to see you dressed like that, why are you dressed like that”? Milos asked looking him up and down once more.

“Well, Marko has me banned from entering all his clubs, but having promised to help you, I needed a disguise", Alek said as though it was a completely normal logical step to make, "My cousin Anja, you know her from the cloakroom, helped me. I think she did a rather good job, but I’m not sure about these shoes”, Alek said lifting his left leg to show Milos his tall wedge heels. “they're not the easiest shoes to walk in”.

“Yeah tell me about it", Milos replied shaking his head, "perhaps you should have gone for something a little shorter, heels that high take some getting used to”? Milos said, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the situation unfolding in front of him.

“Anja said, I’d take smaller steps if I wore these ones”, Alek said looking around, “anyway, enough about my shoes, can we talk”?

“No, not here", Milos announced nervously, "Olga will see us".

"Olga"? Alek repeated, looking around.

"You know, the woman who had you kicked out last time we spoke in person”, Milos said, turning to see her on the other side of the room, and she was looking right at him, “shit, she’s just spotted us”, he said turning back to face Alek, “don’t look, she’s looking right this way”.

Alek suddenly looked a little nervous, “what do we do”? he asked looking down towards the ground.

“Just act like a woman trying her luck at getting into the VIP section, it happens all the time. In a second, I’ll turn you away. Try to act a little upset as you leave. I’ll meet you in the ladies’ bathroom opposite the main bar in about ten minutes”.

Alek nodded as Milos pointed and loudly said, “sorry miss, this section is for VIP guests only, you’ll need to leave before I get security”.

Alek threw his hands in the air and screamed, looking more comical than angry, before turning on his ramped shoes, and stomping away loudly up the little staircase.

Watching Alek stumbling away into the crowd, Milos shook his head in disbelief, his uneventful quiet evening had just become a lot more interesting.

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Leaning against the bathroom counter, Milos was resting his feet as Alek stomped in through the door.

Seeing him in the brighter light of the bathroom, Milos shook his head in disbelief. In truth, Alek’s cousin hadn’t done a bad job in dressing him up, but close up, it was obvious he was a man.

Alek locked the door behind him and spoke first “ok, we don’t have much time before someone wants to come in here, tell me what the hell is going on here? How did you end up in this situation”?

Milos took a deep breath, before telling Alek his story. He told him about Coach’s bet with Marko, how he had been forced to work at the club and all of the other things Marko had forced him to do. He tried to give him as much detail as possible but left out the part about him being a man called Milos, embarrassed but also worried that Alek might reconsider helping him if he knew that part.

Upon hearing the story, Alek fell silent, he looked deep in thought, his face hinting at his confusion, “that's awful, Milena, I'm so sorry this happened to you, but there is just one thing I don’t understand, why did Marko go after you? If it was Coach who made the bet, how are you connected in all this”?

“I don’t know, the guy’s a psychopath, perhaps it’s because I scored all those goals that cost him the bet”, Milos replied, not meaning to but sounding a little angry.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, sorry if I upset you”, Alek quickly replied, “do you know what happened to Coach”? He added continuing with his questioning.

Milos fell silent for a moment before starting to tear up. “I don’t know for sure, but I think Marko killed him”.

Seeing Milos in distress, Alek stepped over and wrapped his arms around him. He held him for around thirty seconds, comforting him before they broke apart hearing someone trying the bathroom door handle. Discovering it was locked, they soon started banging on the door.

“Time's up", Milos said looking towards the door, "we need to meet another time, I’m here every day, but if you’re going to disguise yourself like this again, you might consider getting some professional help, you look ok from a distance but up close it’s obvious you’re you”.

“Really”, Alek said, looking disappointed. “What gave me away”?

“You’re too stiff when you walk, and your wig looks too shiny, but for me, it’s the nose that gave you away”, Milos blurted out, “anyway, there’s no time for this now, hide in a there and sneak out when I’m gone”, he added, pointing to one of the empty stalls.

“Ok, we’ll speak again soon, in the meantime keep your eyes and ears open for any incriminating evidence we can use against Marko, try to stay positive, you’re going to get through this Milena”, Alek said, his red lips smiling widely.

With Alek hidden away in one of the stalls, Milos walked over and opened the bathroom door to be greeted by an angry-looking woman giving him an evil look, “why is the door locked”? she demanded.

Milos smiled, “I’m sorry miss, I’m the manager here. It seems we’re having some issues with the toilets tonight; some customers have reported them exploding and covering them with sewerage, feel free to take your chances but I’d recommend using the restrooms by the DJ booth instead”.

The woman looked absolutely disgusted with what he said, before turning and walking away huffing and puffing.

With the coast clear, Milos exited the room, planning to head back to his spot outside the VIP area, only to accidentally catch Marko’s eye who just happened to be sat on a sofa directly opposite the bathroom door.

With a wave of his hand, Milos was beckoned to join him. He was greeted with a kiss on the lips and Marko’s hand cupping his left breast, giving it a hefty squeeze.

“Pour yourself a drink, Candy Doll, relax for a bit”, Marko said, placing his arm around the feminized man and pulling him in close.

Milos folded his legs and stared at the bathroom door, waiting for Alek to come out. He didn’t have to wait long as thirty seconds later; Alek poked his head out and looked around suspiciously. Luckily Marko was too busy telling a story to notice.

With his eyes wide and breath held, Milos watched as Alek pushed a strand of fake hair out of his face before straightening his little red jacket. He then stepped out, tripped, and almost knocked a woman clean over. To keep Marko from looking up, Milos reached out with his hand and started to stroke Marko’s crotch. It seemed to do the job as Marko, groaned before continuing with his story.

“My God”, Milos thought as he watched the crossdressed man apologise to the woman before quickly staggering off across the room towards the exit, “he’s going to get us both killed”.

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After the meeting with Alek, Milos once again had hope that one day soon, he might escape the clutches of Marko and return to some sort of normal life. After all, If Alek was willing to disguise himself as a woman just to meet, he must really be committed to helping him.

In order to get through the following days, Milos came up with a scenario in his head. He imagined himself to be a spy, sent to infiltrate Marko’s empire and bring him to justice.

Listening more carefully to conversations between Marko and his associates now, Milos felt like James Bond, that is until a stray strand of blonde hair fell in front of his face, or he caught sight of his feminized in a reflective surface with him looking more like a Bond girl than 007 himself.

Sticking to his task, whenever possible Milos tried to make mental notes of anything unusual or incriminating, writing down each evening in a note to Alek, anything that he felt could help him get out of there.

Life continued on like this for the next two months or so. Lots of notes were exchanged with bits of information overheard going one way, and encouraging words coming back the other, but as far as a face to face meeting or a plan, nothing had come to fruition.

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Stepping out of the car, his body jiggling wrapped in a tight satin mini-dress, Milos took a few tentative steps on his new heels. This new pair, that Marko had recently bought him, didn’t have much support around the toes, causing the front of his foot to slip around inside. Taking tiny mincing steps, he tottered around the front of the car and over to a waiting Marko, who held his arms open for Milos to reluctantly embrace him.

The sloppy kiss and the fingers running along the outline of his thong panties made Milos’ stomach turn, but he didn’t resist, he just relaxed and surrendered. Closing his eyes, he tried to imagine he was kissing a beautiful woman, albeit difficult with Marko’s beard scratching his smooth face and the feeling of the man’s growing shaft pressing into his upper leg.

Three hours later and now tipsy enough to have blocked the kiss from his memory, Milos was stood behind the bar checking to see if the bar staff needed anything, when from his left-hand side, a blonde girl spoke in a quiet voice, “Hi Milena, it’s me, Anja, from the cloakroom”.

Milos looked puzzled, “Oh, hi Anya, what are you doing down here”?

“Well, there was a job advertised for bar staff, I applied, and Marko just hired me, I'm to watch for the rest of tonight to learn the ropes”, Anya said, smiling.

“Wow, that’s great, having you down here will be like having an extra set of eyes”, Milos said, smiling back.

“That’s the idea”, Anya replied, "another pair eyes to watch Marko and see what he gets up to”.

Milos took her hand and gave it a little squeeze, “thank you, Anja, it means a lot that you and your cousin are prepared to do all this to help me, just be careful ok”?

“Of course, I know what’s at stake, I’ll be careful, I promise” Anja replied sincerely, “oh and speaking about my cousin, she’s waiting for you in the old changing room at the back of the club”.

“She”? Milos asked, his eyes squinting.

Anja giggled quietly, “well, she’s really been working hard to look the part, you’re words really struck a chord last time you two met, but you better go and see for yourself, before someone discovers her”.

“Ok, thanks Anja, I’ll head back there as soon as soon as I can, let me know if you need any help settling into your new job, and one more thing, you better call me Candy from now on, we don’t want to draw suspicion”.

“Oh, sure thing, Candy, and thanks for the offer to help, I’m sure I’ll take you up on it at some point”, Anya replied, “anyway, I better get back, good luck”.

Alone once more, Milos looked around. Olga was nowhere to be seen and Marko was up in his office, giving him the perfect opportunity to sneak off and speak to Alek.

Ducking quickly behind the bar, Milos slipped through a side door that led to the back of the club. Clicking down the back corridors, with his new high heeled sandals still bothering him, having not had a chance to break them in yet, Milos hoped Alek would have some good news for him.

Entering the room, where Anya said he would be, Milos spotted Alek immediately. In truth, he was pretty hard to miss leaning back with his legs up on the sofa. Milos quickly closed the door before turning to stare at the crossdressed man with his mouth ajar.

Anja was right, Alek had definitely put some work into his disguise, he was a much more convincing woman now. His makeup suited his skin tone and his eyebrows looked as though they had been shaped a little to compliment his face shape.

The same tall red wedge shoes, he had worn last time, were still strapped to his feet, but this time he had paired them with a stretchy pair of wet look leggings and a red knit top with the shoulders cut out.

A smile formed on Alek’s plumper than before looking lips, “so what do you think of the new look? Better than last time, right”?

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Milos was lost for words, and it wasn’t just because of Alek's nicely put together outfit. He couldn’t help but stare at his face, “your nose, it looks smaller”, he blurted out.

Alek smiled, “yeah, well after what you said last time, I had it shaved down a bit, I’ve never really liked how it looked anyway”, he said, lifting his hand up to his face before touching the end of his new nose with a black-tipped fingernail, “so, any news”? he added, changing the subject.

Milos walked over and sat down next to him, watching as Alek swivelled his sleek looking legs out of the way, “nothing much I’m afraid, I’ve been listening out for information and trying to remember the faces of all the people Marko meets, but he’s always so careful with what he says around me. How about you? Anything new from your end”?

“I’ve got a plan to get you out of here, but to be rid of Marko for good, we need some evidence we can use against him. With it we'll make him pay for what he’s done, That fucker is going to rot in prison, where he belongs”, Alek shouted angrily.

Looking over at Alek, Milos got the feeling there was something he wasn’t telling him. “Alek”, Milos said looking him directly in the eyes, “tell me the truth, why are you really helping me? I mean, I appreciate it, it's just not many men would dress up as a woman to help a complete stranger without a really good reason, never mind getting surgery”.

Alek paused and looked away for a moment before turning back to face Milos once more. “Ok, you’re right and you deserve to know the truth. This is personal for me. Have you heard of Roman Isamov”?

Milos looked at him oddly and nodded to indicate he had, Roman Isamov was the politician who had mysteriously vanished after doing business with Marko a few years back.

“Well, he was my father”, Alek revealed, causing Milos to gasp in shock. Suddenly it all made sense, the reason why Alek was willing to go to such extreme lengths, the reason he was willing to risk his life. He wanted revenge, revenge against the man who had murdered his father.

Seeing the shock on Milos’ face, Alek spoke again “You understand now, right? Marko needs to suffer for what he’s done”, Alek said angrily, shaking his fist in the air before taking a breath.

Calming down a little, he turned back to face Milos, “but please know this Milena, although there is nothing more important to me than making Marko pay, I’m 100% committed to helping you too, we are a team now, and the way I see it, we both want the same thing”.

They chatted for another ten minutes, bonding over their hatred of Marko and discussing their plans going forward until Milos noticed the time, “shit, I’ve been here for too long, I need to get back to work before someone comes looking for me. You should go too, are you going to be ok leaving without being seen”?

“I’ll be fine, Anja showed me a side door”, Alek said nodding, “keep digging around for information and I’ll do the same, something is bound to turn up. Marko will make a mistake sooner or later, and when he does, we’ll be there to pounce”.

The two crossdressed men standing up on their heels, hugged before heading for the exit, Milos first to see if the coast was clear and upon seeing an empty corridor, he signalled to Alek.

“I’ll see you soon ok, and remember, I’ve got your back, Milena”, Alek said as he gave Milos’ back a little rub before strutting off down the long corridor.

Milos shook his head as he watched Alek’s tight bottom sway from side to side as he strutted confidently away down the corridor, having quickly mastered his wedge shoes. But with the shock of Alek’s makeover waring off, Milos couldn’t help but feel excited. Inside, he just knew Alek was going to get him out of there, he just needed to dig up some dirt on Marko and not get caught doing it.