Wake me up

Chapter 1 - Daydreamer

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I`ve always felt like an outisder, that no matter what I didn`t quite fit in. Over the years I just figured that I was overthinking it, that I hadn`t found my place yet, my people, my destiny. I have amazing friends that i love, but something is still missing. Now at 28, I stopped trying to figure out what it is. 

For the past two years i`ve been working in a bar, or "bar". It`s a dump.. But it`s a job, something to do and a paycheck. That paycheck is key, because tomorrow i`m finally going away. And maybe, just maybe I felt a spark within me when i thought about going to London, maybe this is it.

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Two more hours and my shift is over, two more hours and i can get my ass out of this place, back to my apartment and start packing. Because tomorrow me and a group of friends are going to London! I`ve never been to England, but I`m going to be a total tourist and look at everything, take selfies with everything and be a total nerd. It`s going to be a great trip, sightseeing, eating, clubbing and meeting some sexy British guys.

"Arwen! get your head out of the clouds, and take that mans order" my boss yelled. I looked right over at the bar and lo and behold an already drunk guy was sitting staring at me waiting for me to come. "what can i get you?" i said, "your ass all over my crotch" he answered back while giving me a disgusting grin. I love my job... "I`m just here to do my job, so please give me your order and I will go get it for you" i said back while rolling my eyes. "b***h, did you just roll your eyes at me? You better f*****g behave female, or I`m going to tell your boss that you`re a f*****g b***h who can`t seem to do her f*****g job"! he said angrily. I turned around  to compose myself before I did yet another "bad" thing to any of my costumers.  Suddenly I felt a hand slapping my ass, and I looked into the mirror right in front me that is behind the liquor shelves ,and saw the guy leaning over the bar, grinning while looking at me in the mirror. I took a deep breath, grabbed a glass and filled it with water. I turned around and threw the glass of water in his face. "f*****g b***h" he yelled out loud. "What`s going on here?" my boss asked while coming out of his office. "Your f*****g bartender threw a glass of water in my face" he said while staring at me. "Arwen", my boss said "this was your last chance! You can`t throw water, slap, or verbally abuse the costumer!" he said while crossing his arms. "Well" I said " I wouldn`t do those things, if your f*****g costumers learned to keep they`re hands do themself, and this isn`t my last chance, because I quit". I sat down the glass, grabbed my purse, and walked out of that run down disgusting place you call a bar.

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As I walked down the street away from the bar ,I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, I finally quit that job. How I survived there for 2 years i have no idea, but I`m finally free. It was 00:10 am and I decided to walk home to get some fresh air and think about the trip. The plane left at 11:00am in the morning,  so thank god I had some time to sleep. I decided to stop for a minute. I looked up to the sky and took a deep breath. It was almost a full moon, I couldn`t look away. I`ve always loved the moon, the light, the peace and weird sense of power I felt every time I looked at it.  I closed my eyes and soaked it all in before finally walking home. 

As i walked in the door the first thing I wanted to do was go get a shower and a glass of wine. I went over to my little bar, grabbed the biggest wine glass I have and poured a rather big glass. Don`t judge me! that job really sucked, and I need it! I went into the bathroom, turned on the water and got undressed. While I was waiting for the water to heat up I looked at myself in the mirror. I don`t look bad, but I`m not a model or anything. 5`8, blue eyes and curvy. My stomach is pretty much flat, but I have an ass, boobs, hips and everything else. My hair is blonde, almost going down to the center of my back. God.. I need a haircut. I took a sip of my wine before stepping into the shower, it felt nice. Washing away the smell from the bar. As I started washing my stomach I felt my hand going lower, and I started to touch my c**t. Slowly at first but then going faster, I couldn`t help myself and I started moaning. I was getting wet and found myself going faster and faster, and I felt the orgasm building up.  I was moaning louder until the orgasm washed over me and my whole body stiffened with pleasure. I need to get laid.. It`s been over a year since i had s*x. It`s not that I dont want to, I just don`t want a one night thing. So until I find a guy that doesn`t think with his downstairs brain, my rabbit vibrator and my fingers will have to do. 

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I finished showering, shaving, everywhere... I washed my hair and the rest of my body. I got out, dried off and put on my pajamas. I walked into my bedroom, and put on some music before going to my closet were I found my suitcase. I threw it on the bed, and went back to my closet to start finding some clothes. "What on earth do i bring? It`s London, It`s mid september and Google says its around 16 degrees." I pulled out some outfits and put them on the bed, we are only staying 3 nights, so I don`t want to overpack. I looked at my options, black skinny jeans, blue skinny jeans, a couple of jumpsuit, white button sweater, a leather jacket, a black clutch, my LBD. Which for some reason i`ve never worn.  I also pulled out some cute blouses, one with leopard print, a black lace top. And I also decided on some basic t- shirts. I went over to my underwear drawer and opened it. "what on earth am I bringing" i said out loud. "Raven said we had to bring our A game.." Sexy lace it is then, and some comfy ones. But she doesn`t have to know that.  I pulled out some pyjamas and shoes. A mix of sneakers, black heels and ankle boots. I folded everything and put in into my suitcase. "And I`ve over packed... How on earth am I supposed to fit my toiletries aswell.. I never learn" I said while rolling my eyes.  "Well that`s a problem for tomorrow, because it`s 3am, and I need some serious sleep. The plane leaves at 11am, got to be at the airport at least 09:00am, which means I gotta leave at 08:30am, Fantastic... I decided to finish my wine before going to sleep, making an excuse in my mind that I will fall asleep faster if I finish it. I love wine.. I tucked myself into bed, set my alarm to 06:30am, turned off the lights and went to sleep, not knowing that one trip would change my life forever.

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