Chapter 5

Angela completed yet another fulfilling day of teaching, effortlessly showcasing her natural talent for the profession. Her headmaster often hinted at her potential to advance within the school, possibly even managing it in a few years. However, Angela’s colleagues and friends couldn’t help but feel that she was destined for something greater, like a bird too beautiful for the confines of its cage.

At twenty-three years old, she possessed a rare combination of intelligence, beauty, and charisma. Her peers speculated about her future, wondering if she would become the esteemed wife of a famous individual, embark on a successful career as a diplomat or politician, or even carve her path as an entrepreneur.

Despite her demanding job, Angela managed to carve out time for personal growth and exploration. Before her evening dance class, she squeezed in an hour of dedicated study, showcasing her commitment to self-improvement. Angela thrived on a balanced lifestyle, exemplified by her dedication to both hard work and leisure.

In her urban dance class, Angela unleashed her energy, sweating it out alongside her peers. She relished the camaraderie and laughter shared with the other dancers, but when they extended invitations for drinks afterward, Angela politely declined. Instead, she prioritized her studies, recognizing the importance of maintaining focus and discipline in pursuit of her goals.

As the evening drew to a close, Angela returned home for more study sessions, determined to excel in every aspect of her life. Her unwavering dedication and determination set her apart, laying the groundwork for a future filled with promise and potential.

After studying she sent some texts to Peter, who was desperate to see her again, and emailed Daniel who was excited to visit his favourite cousin in London. She then checked the email from Fatima, with bated breath.

She had a booking. At a hotel room in Liverpool Street. Tomorrow evening.

Her stomach convulsed with nerves. She would have no way of knowing who this man was. She thought of everything that could go wrong. It seemed a respectable location and apparently, the clients were vetted carefully.

She thought about what to wear. She prided herself on her appearance and ahead of her last date with Peter, she had already waxed her body hair. She touched herself as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She bunched up her breasts and admired herself. She had always been told she was beautiful and could not help but agree. She picked out the sluttiest underwear she could find, a red thong, and red bra, and packed it for tomorrow.

The following day at school, Angela taught her pupils but was continually distracted by what she was going to do after school. She felt nervous yet excited. At the evening bell, she headed out of the school and to a local gym she rarely used, where she took a quick shower and changed into her red lingerie underneath her sensible teacher’s outfit of black pencil skirt, white shirt black bow, and black jacket. She put on her largest heels and strode towards the local tube station trying to calm the knot of nerves in her stomach.

Unknown to her, Edward Pembroke had booked the hotel room hours earlier than he claimed. He had taken a half day off work and had spent the afternoon carefully wiring the hotel room with three hidden cameras. The cameras were adaptable and could be easily disguised. He had brought some plastic hooks to attach to the walls just for the sake of looking permanent and holding hidden cameras. Another such camera was attached to the television facing the bed. Another was on the wall of the bathroom adjoining the hotel room. Pembroke also fully charged his glasses, and at his last count, realised he would be able to enjoy six different angles of the action in the hotel room.

Pembroke was far from attractive, but shaved all his body hair and cleaned himself carefully. His protruding belly spoke of too many takeaways while sat in front of a computer. His crooked teeth, bald head, and underbite betrayed the geeky lack of self-confidence he always had, but they also made the large glasses less conspicuous.