Infatuated

Quite often really good looking men would come into the club and I would take them home and shag them senseless.  Some were one night stands, some I saw quite regularly.  None of them ever really meant anything to me.  However, occasionally, out of the blue, I would meet someone who I had fireworks with, and became attached to.  Daniel was one of those people.

Daniel was Turkish, and totally blew me away emotionally and physically.  We met at the club one evening, he came in with a group of friend and his brothers, and they drank and had a good time.  He spent the entire night at my table, and I would dance for him during my table shifts.  He was absolutely beautiful to look at.  Wonderful olive-caramel skin, chiselled jaw, and the most wonderous chocolate brown eyes with long black lashes.  His body was hard, and he was impeccably dressed in suit and tie.  His hair was jet black and combed back in a style that flattered his face perfectly.  He was a work of art.  When at the end of the night he handed me his business card and asked me if I would like to have dinner sometime, I didn’t hesitate.

Daniel had a way with words.  He was charming, smart, and knew just the right things to say to a young impressionable girl like myself at the time.  He told me that I was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, and that he would like to get me into modelling, as we could make me a fortune together.  I would blush, and be so flattered.  He took me out to the most luxurious of restaurants, and would always pick me up with the most utterly breathtaking gifts, or bunches of flowers.  I recall one bunch of red roses were so large I could hardly fit them on my lap.

3 months into our dating, we had still not slept together, as like my previous experiences, I had a feeling that when this happened, the challenge would be over and Daniel would lose interest.  Though one night it all got too much.  He smelt so good, I was loosened up with fine champagne and when I felt his hard body pressing against me after dinner on the balcony, I just knew that tonight was the night.  He whispered that he loved me, and proposed marriage that night.  It was all I needed to hear.  We drove to his Uncles lavish mansion, and upon arriving, we danced romantically to the song ‘Lady in Red’ (I was wearing a red dress) before he made love to me like I had never been made love to before.  He was sweet, passionate, and the most amazing lover.  We made love all night long, and it wasn’t until he dropped me home the next day with bedroom eyes that I had butterflies in the pit of my stomach.  Would I ever see Daniel again?  He had proposed to me right?  I was the love of his life?  He was my knight in shining armour who was going to take me to extrordinary modelling heights?

The following day I called his mobile phone number (the only one he had given me) and found it was switched off.  He was busy, that was ok right?  I called it again.  Still no answer.  Finally I called his brother’s phone and caught him.  Ahmet his brother had been with him the night we met, and he said that he wanted to talk to me in person.  We met one afternoon in a coffee shop, and he told me everything.  Daniel was married with 2 children, and his 3rd baby had just been born.  He had a weakness for beautiful women, and would often seduce one that he had his eye on, before dumping her like a peice of rubbish.  Unfortunately this is what he had done to me.  He wasn’t going to make me the next top model, or marry me, or do any of the other romantic things he had promised.  They were all lies.  Every.  Single.  One.  Of.  Them.  I shook hands with his apologizing, embarrassed brother and left.  I felt absolutely gutted.  What a bastard.  He had lied to me and downright used me.  I cried for days.  I cried for my vulnerability, I cried that I was so stupid.  I felt used.  I felt worthless.  Was this all that I was ever going to find in my life?  Hurt and heartache?

When my emotions changed from hurt to anger, I decided it was time for revenge.  I knew Daniels last name, I knew the address he took me to for the final seduction was his Uncle’s place.  I couldn’t believe I was so stupid that I didn’t put two and two together why he wasn’t taking me home to his own luxury house.  I knew they were a turkish family, and I knew that his Uncle had an expired Visa and was living on borrowed time in Australia.   Time for Tyra the dumb stripper to make a few phonecalls to Govt. officals.

About a month after my vindictive phonecalls, I recieved a death threat in the mail box.  I knew that Daniel had a highly influential family, and realized that if there was a chance I would be killed, this was going to be it.  I was glad that I had done what I had done.  I felt so used, and completely set up by Daniel.  I wanted him to suffer, just like I had.

12 years later, I am still alive and kicking, as the death threat was just that.  A threat.  Whether Dagwood protected me, or the whole thing was called off, I don’t know to this day.  It felt good to get some revenge and get some of my own back.  Just like the bullied school girl, Tyra had decided enough was enough.  For now.