Everything to Nothing (42 page)

After they had
finished he dropped her off back at the place he picked her up from
and for the rest of that night she was picked up by another two
men. These two men came back the next night and soon Sarah had a
regular clientele who came to her near enough every night. She
worked every night for a month, usually being used for sex three
times a night. Sometimes she was busier, other times she was
quieter. All of her earnings, bar buying a little food, were spent
on heroin.

Chapter 33

While Sarah was
spending her thirtieth night in a row sexually pleasuring another
random stranger, Michelle was at Sally’s mansion the night before
they were due to fly to Nice on Sally’s father’s jet. It was a
gloriously perfect early summer’s evening and they were sat on a
balcony overlooking the gardens, sipping champagne, chatting idly
about anything and everything. ‘Just remind me Sally, where are we
going?’

This was the
fifth time one of them had asked this question to the other in the
last hour but neither of them was tiring of answering it. ‘We’re
flying to Nice in my dad’s jet. From there we are going to get a
helicopter to Saint-Tropez where my dad’s yacht is moored.’

‘Bliss.’

‘I haven’t
finished yet! We’re spending two nights cruising around the Med
before returning to Saint-Tropez to pick up my dad. Then we’re
making our way to our berth right next to the track in Monaco
harbour just in time for practice on Friday!’

‘Bliss!’

‘I haven’t
finished yet! Friday we have access to the garage so we’ll meet the
drivers. Friday night we have numerous parties to attend. Then on
Saturday we have access to the garage again and then Saturday day,
after qualifying, we get to drive sports cars around the track!
Saturday night, yes, you’ve guessed it, more parties and then a
private function in the Casino where I’m going to persuade my daddy
to let me blow a million pounds on black!’

‘Bliss!’

‘I haven’t
finished yet! On the Sunday we have track access to the grid and
then before the race we will whisked back to the yacht and we’ll
watch the race from the comfort of my luxurious yacht! Sunday night
we’ll attend the after race party and be surrounded by the drivers
and all the teams!’

‘Bliss! Put
your father’s jet on standby and let’s go now!’

‘Minor problem.
The jet is still in Madrid where my father is and only gets back
early tomorrow morning! Sorry honey!’

‘Damn! I can’t
wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait! Let’s buy another jet and we can
go now!’

‘My dad does
allow me some leniency with my bank account, but even he would draw
the line at me buying a jet!’

‘Damn again!
Remind me, where do our respective boyfriends think we’re
going?’

‘Your aunt’s
hen party in Benidorm!’

‘Suckers! I
almost feel guilty about lying to them. Almost!’

‘Me too. More
champagne darling?’

‘Oh go on then
darling, you’ve persuaded me!’

Sally topped up
both their glasses and as they relaxed back into their loungers
they both let out a sigh of contentment while they watched the sun
slowly sink below the distant horizon. The night descended so they
both reclined even further and in the clear evening sky they
watched for shooting stars and passing satellites while sipping
their champagne and dipping fresh strawberries into fresh whipped
cream.

Soon though the
temperature dropped and even the cashmere wool blankets that a maid
brought them could no longer keep them warm, so they retired to one
of the rooms in the mansion where they finished the bottle of
champagne, both of them feeling tipsy when they had finished it.
Stumbling and giggling their way through the house, they reached
their respective bedrooms and called their boyfriends before
eventually they both fell into a restless, excited sleep.

Early the next
morning a maid woke them both who helped them finish packing and
preparing for their journey. Exactly on time Alfred summoned them
down to the Rolls-Royce which took them on the short drive to the
private airfield where the jet had just arrived back from
Madrid.

It was being
refuelled and from a window of the car Sally saw her father walking
towards the waiting helicopter. As he saw the Rolls approach he
stopped and started to walk towards them. Before the car had
stopped moving Sally and Michelle both leapt out and ran the short
distance to where he was stood. ‘Daddy!’ shouted Sally and she
leapt into his arms. He swung her round a few times as she kissed
his cheeks. When he put her down Michelle threw her arms round him
and planted a few kisses on him too.

‘Thank you so
much for allowing us to go with you Mr. Gallagher!’

‘Nonsense. I
couldn’t think of two people I’d rather spend my time with!’

‘Thank you
anyway daddy. We can’t wait to see you in Saint-Tropez!’

‘Me too angel,
but I need to go now and close this deal or I won’t be able to come
at all!’

‘Sod the
business and come now!’ Sally stamped her foot and for a fleeting
moment the I-want-line appeared on her forehead.

‘If I sodded
the business there would be no trips to Monaco because we’d be
bankrupt!’

‘Good point!
Well hurry up and fly out soon Mr. Gallagher!’

‘I will ladies.
You enjoy the yacht and the cruise. It will be beautiful out there.
I’ll see you soon!’

‘Bye daddy!’
Sally placed a few more kisses on his cheeks.

With that he
walked quickly away to the waiting helicopter and the girls watched
his pilot take smoothly off. Sally and Michelle waved as he flew
away from the airfield and then they turned and walked towards the
jet as their luggage was being transferred from the car to the
aircraft. Soon after that they heard the engines being turned on,
and the pilot instructed them to their seats as they began the
taxi.

With a rush and
a roar of engines the jet thundered down the runway and with a
whoop of delight the girls watched the land disappear away from
them. Quickly the jet banked over as the pilot turned the plane
towards the south-east and the French coastline.

*

During the
flight the young ladies were treated to a gourmet breakfast
prepared for them on the flight by one of Mr. Gallagher’s chefs.
While eating the meal they also drank freshly squeezed orange juice
and watched a movie on the plasma television. After a couple of
hours they began their descent into Nice airport and they were
treated to a glorious view of the city and the deep blue of the
Mediterranean as the plane dropped down to Aeroport de Nice-Cote
d’Azur.

Quickly their
luggage was offloaded and they were whisked across the Aeroport to
the helicopter terminal where they transferred onto a Bell-Ranger.
The aircraft lifted off and headed south-west along the French
Riviera. Sally and Michelle could not take their eyes off the
passing beautiful coastline as they were flown over Antibes, Cannes
and soon, almost too soon for them, they descended into the
heliport. As soon as they stepped off the helicopter a man was
waiting for them and he led them to a large Mercedes that drove
them through the streets of Saint-Tropez to the Nouveau Port. Here
the Mercedes pulled up alongside a boat that surprised Michelle
with its size. ‘Oh, it’s quite big isn’t it?’

‘This is just
the tender sweetheart.’

‘The
tender?’

‘Yeah, it
floats under the main yacht in its own storage compartment.’

‘Huh? It floats
under the yacht?’ asked Michelle.

‘You’ll see
when we get there.’

‘When we get
where?’

‘Out to
Samurai, the yacht.’

‘So this isn’t
the yacht?’

‘No, of course
not.’

‘But it’s a big
boat’

‘No, trust me,
it’s a small boat.’

As they walked
from the car to the tender two crew members leapt from the boat to
help them onto the deck. When they were settled into the
comfortable seats a man approached them from the bridge. ‘Miss
Gallagher, so lovely to have you onboard again.’

‘Thank you
Roger. It is good to be here. Roger, this is my friend Michelle.
Michelle, this is Roger, the captain.’

‘Hi Roger. Nice
to meet you.’

‘You too
Michelle. Are you ready to leave straight away Miss Gallagher?’

‘Yes.’

‘Perfect. It
will take five minutes for us to approach Samurai. Please relax and
of course please instruct the crew should you require anything to
drink or eat but lunch will be ready for you fifteen minutes after
we arrive.’

‘That’s fine
Roger. Please depart when you are ready.’

With a smile he
left them and returned to the bridge. The crew cast off the lines
and smoothly the boat left Saint-Tropez harbour on the approach to
the yacht. As they rounded the breakwater they could both see a
yacht moored a short distance away. ‘There she is. Samurai!’
exclaimed Sally.

‘I stand
corrected! This is a small boat!’

‘Told you.’

‘My word. It’s
huge!’

‘One of the
biggest in the world!’ exclaimed Sally again.

‘Wow! It looks
it! How big is it?!’

‘One hundred
and twenty meters long and all ours for two days!’

‘It would take
two days to see it all!’

‘I don’t think
I’ve seen it all and we’ve had it for two years now! It is usually
in the Caribbean but my dad had it brought over.’

The yacht was
indeed huge. It was in fact one hundred and twenty one meters long,
with a beam of twenty meters and a draught of five meters. The
superstructure of the vessel was white, but the hull was a deep,
royal blue. Its maximum speed was twenty knots and had another four
smaller tenders held in various berths on each side of the vessel.
Usually the yacht housed a helicopter in a hangar in the rear, but
this was away for essential repairs.

Along with the
helicopter and tenders, there were numerous jet skis and other
watercraft held at various point in the yacht. On one of the decks
of the yacht there was a large pool and spa area, surrounded by a
large bar. There were also two others bars and spas, one located on
the port side, one located on the starboard side. These were hidden
behind large watertight hatches when the yacht was moving, yet when
they were needed the hatches dropped down giving another access
point to the sea. In order for the yacht to function smoothly when
it was full of passengers, it needed a crew of sixty, but while it
was only Sally and Michelle who would be using the yacht for the
next couple of days, the crew was merely thirty.

The tender
approached and it drew alongside the yacht. All that Michelle could
see was the deep, royal blue of the hull, and as she looked up the
side of the vessel she could see one of the two massive radar
beacons that she was sure were bigger than her house. Reducing its
speed, the tender turned wide around the rear of the craft and was
held here while a massive section of the aft of the yacht was
lifted up to reveal the docking station for the tender.

Expertly Roger
guided the tender; its name was Katana, into the storage berth
underneath the main superstructure, between the port and starboard
bulkheads of the hull. Slowly it came to a stop, and as the ladies
stepped from Katana onto the teak deck that ran around the tender’s
berth, they were greeted by the Chief Steward. ‘Miss Gallagher.
Miss Walmesley, welcome aboard! Please, allow me to guide you to
your cabins.’

They followed
him through Samurai, up two levels until they reached the
sumptuously decorated residential area of the yacht. With a
flourish the steward opened one of the cabin doors and Michelle
could not help gasping as she looked into the cabin.

‘Miss
Walmesley. This is the Princess Suite. I hope you will find it
satisfactory for your needs.’

‘It’s perfect!
Thank you.’

‘Please, feel
free to settle in. We have lunch ready for you in fifteen minutes
which will be served in the pool area.’

‘I don’t
know…’

‘I’ll come and
get you in ten minutes honey. Freshen up. Oh, and change into your
bikini, but underneath something less revealing while we eat.’

‘Right, will
do. See you soon.’

Sally left her
and Michelle turned to study the room. The first thing she noticed
was the bed. It was huge, it was similar in size to two king size
beds next to each other. She kicked off her sandals and her feet
sunk into the thick carpet which she ran across and dove onto the
bed with a squeal.

Bouncing off
the bed she ran across to the windows and opened the curtains which
gave her a view of the sea across to Saint-Tropez. With another
squeal of delight she found the refrigerator which was full of
bottles of expensive champagne and snacks such as caviar and
truffles. Turning around she looked into the bathroom and a sigh of
contentment left her lips as she saw the large marble Jacuzzi bath
then quietly she heard a discreet knock on the door and one of the
crew called her name. ‘Miss Walmesley. Your luggage.’ Michelle
opened the door and one of the crew members carried her bags into
the room. ‘While you are at lunch I can unpack them for you. Is
there anything you need now?’

‘Erm, yes. My
bikini and cotton shawl. They are in that bag.’

‘Please feel
free to freshen up why I find them for you.’

‘Thank
you.’

She went into
the bathroom and had a quick rinse in the shower until she heard
another discreet knock on the bathroom door and the member of the
crew stated that Miss Gallagher was here to take her to lunch.
Quickly Michelle threw a towel round her and skipped into the
bedroom to find her bikini and shawls out on the bed. The crew
member was making good work unpacking the rest of her clothes and
Sally was lounging in one of the chairs looking out of the window.
‘Are you ready?’