A Wag's Life

2nd October 2008:
The following morning I woke up to Phil Jagielka tapping away on his laptop. At first the sound annoyed me, but then I figured I should probably get up. I sat up in bed and grinned at Phil Jagielka. “What you doing?” I asked.
“Paperwork.”
“You’re a footballer, why are you doing paperwork?”
“Because in case you haven’t noticed footballers earn a lot of money, which means there’s a lot of paperwork to go through.”
“Why don’t you just get one of those accountants?”
“Because by doing this it saves me money.”
“I heard that despite the fees you pay accountants you will probably save a lot more money than trying to do it yourself.”
“Fine, I don’t want people to think I’m an overpaid footballer.”
“But you are an overpaid footballer.”
“Thanks Summer, I really appreciate that.”
“No problem, what you’re doing is boring. Let’s do something else.”
“Summer, this has got to be done by tomorrow.”

By now Phil Jagielka was using his stern voice, it meant this was a serious matter and I was just about to make it the opposite of that. So I climbed out of bed removing my pyjama bottoms, so I was standing there in knickers and a pyjama top. “Are you undressing?” He asked me whilst continuing to look at the computer screen. I grin and lie: “No.” I then start unbuttoning my pyjama top and throw it, so it’s covering Phil Jagielka’s laptop screen. He looks at me standing there in my underwear and gets an exasperated expression on his face. “Were not even sleeping together.”
“I know.” I state. “I just thought this might get the kissing thing to happen quicker.” He leaned back on the bed annoyed and ran his fingers through his hair, he looked at me again. “I’ve really got to get this done.”

After saying that I sat on the bed next to him and replied: “I know.” Before moving my hand up my leg suggestively and looking at him with an arched eyebrow. “For God’s sake!” He complains and slams the laptop on the floor before pressing his lips to mine. “This is your fault that I’m not going to finish that paperwork.”
“I’ll take full responsibility.” I reply and for the next thirty minutes, we do nothing but kiss. And even afterwards Phil Jagielka didn’t have the motivation to do his paperwork. Mission accomplished.

Instead he was helping me pick out my outfit for pole dancing tonight, he spoke of every outfit I chose as too revealing. Well, duh, I’m a pole dancer, when are they wearing hoodies and tracksuits? Never. That’s when. As it stood he was officially saying yes or not to my gold underwear set. “No, it attracts too much attention to your cleavage.”
“That’s the whole point!” I complain to Phil Jagielka.
“There’s going to be lots of men just leering at you and saying things about you and you want us to be there and support you, well, I think I’ll have to skip this one. I can’t watch you the way you’ll be parading round up there.”
“God Phil Jagielka, you sound as though you’re my boyfriend.” I state and suddenly we look at one another in silence for the most awkward moment, before we both then avoid each other. With me going in my wardrobe and Phil Jagielka going downstairs.

In the end I decide the gold bra is perfect I found some boots which went up to my knee too, so then just put clothes over me for now. Particularly since I had to go to the pub to make sure everyone knew about me getting back into the pole dancing business.

So after getting changed Phil Jagielka and I walked to the pub. Phil Jagielka took his seat next to Fernando, I was next to Abbey. And Steven, Alex and Sami was there as usual. “I’m looking forward to tonight.” Sami smiled my way and I smiled back at him, only for Fernando and Phil Jagielka to gang up on me then. “We don’t like it.” Fernando states. “You can’t be a pole dancer. You’re better than that.”
“Fernando, it’s only a week and it’s not like I’ve done it before.”
“Do I have to come?” Fernando wondered.
“No, you’ve already seen me naked, so it’ll be awkward.” Upon hearing this Phil Jagielka then decides to jump in, so he wouldn’t go. “I have seen you naked.” He states, suddenly I feel awkward, especially since everyone is looking at us both now as if we’ve slept together. “When was this?!” I protested.
“The day you were dressed as Britney Spears, most of your costume was gone in the most… Delicate places and you decided to pole dance, despite this.”
“True. Look Phil Jagielka if you don’t want to go then don’t go. It doesn’t bother me.”
“You go Summer!” Sami smiles and hi fives me. He’ll do anything to see me at the club dancing away tonight.

Not everyone was happy about my plans, but either way they were going to happen.

Later that night I went to the club in my gold underwear and knee high boots. I walked out on stage, putting my phone to the side, only to see Sami cheering away. The next thing I know he throws a good thousand pounds in notes on the stage and I’m not even on the pole yet! However, something more shocking happens at this point.

I notice to the side is Rapper. Oh, I wonder if his wife knows about his visits to these pole dancing clubs. I quickly grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of him. “What are you doing?!” He protested.
“After all the times you have humiliated me in front of the press well, I’m going to do the same to you.”
“Oh… We’ll see.” He smiles and snaps a picture of me. “Now when everyone will open up the newspaper and see you dressed like that your reputation will be ruined.”
“No it won’t. I love being a pole dancer. I’m not ashamed.” He sat there with his arms crossed upon me saying that.
“Oh, as if I want to see you gyrating on a pole anyway!” He replied and stormed off.

Of course, he ran away like he always does, round one Summer one and Rapper nil. I wanted to do my evil laugh, but it would seem a bit out of place whilst pole dancing. So I made my way to the pole and started swinging on it, climbing up it and going upside down on it. I did a lot of things on the pole and my crowd was enjoying it. Sami yet again throws more money my way, obviously enjoying seeing me this way a little too much. He moved in close to me when I was standing up normally and whispered in my ear: “Fancy taking me out back later for a private show.”
“I don’t think so, Summer Davies doesn’t role that way.” I reply.
“Oh…” He grunted and shoved a fifty in my cleavage before sitting back down. It was strange how Sami was seeing me in my underwear parading around on stage, but I was a professional and was going to continue. Well, I thought so. You know when I wanted Phil Jagielka and Fernando to come to watch me dance on the pole. Well, I did want that and I didn’t mind Phil Jagielka being here, but the fact Fernando was now here was very weird.

The last time he’d seen me in this little clothes (apart from when I slipped on a banana the other day and flashed a little too much) was when we were sleeping together. And before we were sleeping together we were actually together. We hadn’t been in anyway intimate for a long time and now here he was watching me dance on the stage in my underwear. Suddenly pole dancing didn’t seem like so much fun. So instead I turned towards Phil Jagielka and winked at him, if anyone was going to get me through this, he was. I didn’t care about him seeing me in my underwear, especially after my shenanigans this morning. And yes, there was no way he got his paperwork done today. Anyway, because he was here I put on the show of my life. I bent into positions on that pole that I didn’t know my body could even do.

I was as flexible as anything and after a while even Phil Jagielka couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. And if I thought that was hard to believe well Sami was like one of those kids that stand right next to the TV just to watch their favourite programme. He was stood up, nearly on the stage himself, with his eyes fixed to my boobs. The crazy thing with Sami though is that if I were to sleep with him, never again would he be looking at me the way he was now. He’d be like I’ve seen you, now I need a new body. He moves on quick.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Fernando looking to the side a little awkwardly, he didn’t want to be here as much as I didn’t want him to be here. We could do the friends thing easily enough, mainly when there were other people around, but this, this was too much. Before I could think about that even more suddenly Sami went crazy, it all clearly got too much for him and he pounced onto the stage grabbing my leg and looking at my face saying: “Please let me have sex with you.”
“What? No!”
“I’ll give you one million pounds!” For a moment I was tempted and even pondered that thought in my head, however, then I thought of an even better response. “Sami, I’m not a prostitute.”
“Why do you torture me?” He asks and I manage to shoo him off me, before making my way out back. My night of pole dancing has officially come to an end now the next girl can come on.

After going out back I got dressed and went out to my friends. Phil Jagielka was the first one to hug me. “I’m sorry I got jealous, it’s only a week.” He whispered in my ear and then went to get a drink. Sami nearly knocked me over when he ran over to me. “I’ll do anything you want if you let me have sex with you?”
“God, do you sink this low with other girls who won’t sleep with you?” I ask him.
“Sadly yes.” He replies before walking off to the bar, leaving me with Fernando. I take a seat and were both silent for a long time. “That was umm…” Fernando began, but then didn’t even finish his sentence. “Umm…”
“Yeah.” I say.
“That was awkward.”
“I know!”
“Why did I come here?” He asks.
“I don’t know, you were all against it.”
“I know, but then Phil Jagielka came round and said he’d only go if I would.”
“You shouldn’t have come to see this, it was bad enough seeing you down here, but imagine if you were the one up there I’d feel weird watching that.”
“Yeah.” He replies. “To tell you the truth, I think I’m going to go home.”
“Ok.” I say and he gets up then to leave the club. Only for Abbey to then walk in, Fernando walks back over to me and says: “You know what, I think I’ll stay for a few drinks.” He then walks over to the bar, whilst Abbey comes and gives me a hug before also walking to the bar.

I make my way over to Phil Jagielka and Sami Hyypia, who are happily enjoying their drinks, whilst Abbey goes and talks to Fernando. “How are you?” Phil Jagielka asks me whilst looking at me for a moment.
“I’m good.” I smile back at him. “How about you?”
“I’m not so good.” He responds. “I’m just going to get some fresh air ok?”
“Ok.” I grin and he then leaves the club to go outside, expecting me to follow for this big making out session. “That was weird.” Sami states to me.
“What was weird?” I wondered.
“Well, he’s saying he don’t feel good, but he couldn’t sound more happy about it.”
“Oh? Really? I never noticed. Anyway, I’m off to the bathroom.” I lie and sneakily make my way outside, only for Phil Jagielka to practically pull me to one side.

Almost immediately his lips are on mine, his arms around me in a tight hold and our passionate kissing session is taking over. I feel my whole body tremble underneath his touch. I feel my heart beat like a beat box and fall into the kiss more and more. As I slowly move away from him we share a knowing smile. “It’s hard keeping this thing secret.”
“I know.” I agree
“We should probably go back inside.”
“Yep.” I sigh and we try to inconspicuously go back inside, first I go in followed by Phil Jagielka. I take a seat next to Sami and then Phil Jagielka comes and takes a seat next to me. “I know what’s going on.” Sami states.
“Huh?” I asked him scared.
“Phil Jagielka, like me has been dying to get into your pants for so long that he asked you for a private pole dancing show.”
“No, don’t be stupid.” I laugh it off, relieved he doesn’t know about what’s going on.

Unfortunately, both Phil Jagielka and I get paranoid for the rest of the night that people know about what’s going on between us. And part of why I want to keep it secret is that I know that Fernando has given his blessing, I’m just worried about how he’s going to react despite that. “You two are close.” Fernando states to us.
“No, were not close.” Both Phil Jagielka and I say simultaneously, looking at one another worriedly. “I meant that you must be getting close since you both are living together.”
“Yeah, best buddies do that.” I grin.

Later that night things went from bad to worse. “Just admit it!” Sami complained to me.
“Excuse me?” I asked in the middle of my drink.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“Yes, I’m sorry…” I began.
“What have you got to be sorry about?”
“Umm…” I begin.
“I knew you liked me underneath everything all along. Come on Summer, let’s go back to my place.”
“Not in a million years.” I smile and he rolls his eyes.

And anyway, despite me and Phil Jagielka both being paranoid that night, it turns out we weren’t far off from the truth. As it was then that Sami looked at us seriously. “Guys, I know.”
“Know what?”
“I know you’re together.”
“Were not together.” Both Phil Jagielka and I whispered.
“Yes you are.”
“Look, there’s something going on between us, but were not together.” I state.
“Ok, well, I gathered there was something going on when you followed him out earlier and I thought it would be funny to wind you up all night.”
“That was you?! You were making us paranoid on purpose?!”
“Yes.” Sami giggled.
“Please don’t tell anyone about this, especially Fernando. I’d rather no one knew right now.”
“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” He smiled and placed his hand on mine.

I nodded my head and smiled upon hearing that. “Thank you Sami.” I said and kissed him on his cheek to say thank you, suddenly he looked perked up. Of course, I should have known that by kissing Sami on the cheek he would take it as a lot more than that. “Wow.” He began. “You’ve kissed me. Now I know I’m halfway into getting you in my bed.”
“It was on the cheek.” The next thing I know he plants one right on my mouth, I quickly push him away and stand up. “Ok… That’s my Sami limit. Let’s go.” I say to Phil Jagielka and he nods his head and just like that we start walking home.

We were quiet for a while, just thinking about the day we had. “So the Sami thing…” He began.
“Oh please! As if he’s halfway to sleeping with me!” I laugh it off.
“I don’t know, you seemed to like him kissing you.”
“If you remember rightfully I pushed him away.”
“That you did.” Phil Jagielka replied and we both then went back to silence as we reached my home. Just as I’m about to walk into the house, Phil Jagielka grips my hand. I turn towards him. “What are we doing?” He asks me.
“Going into my home.” I suggest.
“No, seriously. This whole kissing thing, what’s the point? I get that we both enjoy it and everything but let’s be honest here, I didn’t break up with Sandra to start this kissing thing up and I’m pretty sure that’s not why you broke up with Fernando…”
“Phil…” I began.
“No, I need to tell you this. I love you Summer and that is the real reason why I broke up with Sandra and I’m fed up of staying away from you because it’s not the right time, or because I’m worried you still haven’t gotten over Fernando. And I’m just fed up with being guilty about it all the time.”
“Phil…” I say again, but the next thing I know his lips are on mine.

He’s got me in this most breathless, amazing kiss leaving me speechless. His hand goes to the back of my head, his fingers brushing through it like a perfectly gentle comb. He brings his body closer to mine, deepening the kiss, but making it softer and warmer too. I feel his breath, I taste his exotic taste and as he pulls away I’m lost for words. He looks worried for a moment, but then gazes into my eyes and says: “So, what do you think?”

I wait before giving him my answer. Making the anticipation grow. However, after a few moments I can’t help but squeal: “Yes!” Before throwing my arms around his neck and going back to kissing him. And it’s in that moment of kissing Phil Jagielka that I realise for the first time in a long time that this is what true happiness feels like…