'Victoria? Tori? Where are you?' My mother called as she entered my room.
'I'm here mum,' I called from my ensuite toilet.

'Your father and I are leaving now sweetheart. Don't get into too much trouble while we are away. We should be back next Saturday,' she said as she left my room. You see my father is a multi-billionaire and they were going on a trip to Dubai for a week. I wasn't going to miss them as much as I should

. This meant I could go out. It was Sunday and I was going to a bar to get plastered. I slipped on my back less mint dress and my mint green thong. I was hoping to pull tonight, ready for school tomorrow.

Oh yes, I forgot to mention it was my first day back at school tomorrow after the summer holidays. I was 15 on the 31st August and was going into my last year of senior school. I went a private school in London where I was doing okay. But not as well of my parents would want me to do.

I pulled on my shoes and left the house in the capable hands of our housekeepers. Yes, we were VERY rich. I got in my chauffeur driven jaguar and told him to take me to a bar. Any bar in London he could find. I never took any money out with me, because men often offered to buy me drinks so I didn't need any money. I looked a lot older than 15 so I could get into club and bars without being ID'd.
'Will this do Miss Matthews?' My driver, Antony asked as we pulled up to a bar, that was kind of busy.
'Yes this is great thank you Tony. Will you pick me up tomorrow from any address I text you?' I asked him, making sure I could get home tomorrow.
'Of course Miss. Have a nice night,' he said as I got out of the car. He never told my parents about my antics. Nobody did. They were scared I could get them fired so they left me to it. I strutted into the bar and looked around. It was mostly men in there and I could feel all eyes on me. That's how I liked it. I strolled over to the bar, swinging my hips from side to side. As soon as I got to the bar, a gorgeous lad moved up next to me. He had chocolate brown, curly hair and emerald green eyes.

'Can I buy you a drink sweetheart?' His deep husky voice becoming apparent.
'I'll have a urm.. Malibu and coke please. One piece of ice,' I answered, showing him a full smile. 'Thank you. I'm Victoria, but you can call me Tori.'
'Harry. Remember that. You'll be screaming it later,' he said winking, and taking a swig of his whiskey.

'You're cheeky,' I told him as I took a sip of my drink. We spoke for a while and I learnt a lot about him. He was 21, and had moved to London from Cheshire over the course of the summer for work. He was amazing and he was my shag for tonight.
'I think, Tori, that you are a bad girl who hasn't been caught yet. I think you like it rough,' he whispered seductively in my ear.

'Maybe I do. You'll just have to find out,' I whispered back, cheekily. 'I need to go to the bathroom.' I stood up and swung my hips as I knew he would be watching. I walked into a cubicle and did my business when I heard the door swing open. I flushed and walked out. He had followed me into the bathroom.

'You do know this is the ladies room don't you Harry,' I said as I washed my hands. I fixed my hair and turned to face him. He came closer to me
'I couldn't wait any longer,' he said seductively, his eyes getting darker with arousal. He leant in a kissed me hard. He grabbed my thighs and sat me up on the side. I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him in tightly to me.

'Your place?' I asked him. He nodded and took my hand, leading me to the door out of the bar and into the streets of London.