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Miss-Spelled (Part 8)
I pretty much floated back into my flat that night.
"You'd better bloody call me after that, mister," were my parting words
to Jack.
I started getting myself ready for bed. I saw the plain nightgown that I
had been wearing to bed and decided that I was in the mood to wear
something a little more daring.
When I first changed, I'd had a look through all of my drawers and had
found one full of sexy negligees, underwear and even a basque. I hadn't
felt like rummaging through that stuff again. Until tonight.
Near the bottom I found a deep red, lacy, babydoll nightie with matching
panties. I think this would suit my naughty mood. I lifted it out and
what did I find underneath? A 10" vibrator. Well I am in a naughty mood I
thought to myself. And I'm going to have to give my new equipment a test
drive at some point.
I put on the babydoll and made some sexy poses in the mirror. Hee hee.
This was fun. My attention turned to the vibrator.
I jumped on my bed and spread my legs. I slipped the panties down and
turned on my new toy.
It felt weird at first. Almost a little uncomfortable. Strange sensations
that I'd never felt before. I made slow circles around the opening of my
vagina and my clitoris.
This felt good. Time to take the plunge I thought. I slowly pushed it in,
thinking of Jack, imagining him on top of me.
"Oh Jack, oooh Jack" I started pumping it in and out, slow at first and
then faster and faster and faster. I could feel the juices flowing down
there.
"Jack, Jack, oh Jack, JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK," I screamed as I
had my first female orgasm. That. Was. Incredible. I could feel the
sensations from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and everywhere
in between. I laid down on my bed for what seemed like eternity while I
recovered.
I eventually got up, went to the bathroom to clean myself up and remove
my makeup. I climbed back into bed almost instantly falling asleep with
one last thought.
Best. Day. Ever.
I awoke in the morning to the sound of my mobile text alert. It was from
Becca.
"So how did it go?"
"Call round in a couple of hours and I'll tell you all about it ;)" I
replied.
I got up and got ready, wearing my same gypsy/peasant girl outfit that I
had worn a couple of weeks ago. It was cute yet comfortable. I had an
hour before Becca was calling round so I had some toast whilst I curled
my hair.
The intercom buzzed. It was Becca so I buzzed her in. I was surprised to
see Sarah with her as well.
"I tried to get Kayleigh to come and hear the gossip as well, but she's
spending the day with your brother at that new, big shopping centre,"
explained Becca.
My brother, at a shopping centre? Voluntarily? It must be love. No prizes
for guessing whose idea that was.
I told them the full story, from start to finish, including Richie's
involvement.
"So he was just waiting by your car, waiting for you?" asked Sarah.
"Yep," I replied.
"But how did he know you were there?" asked Becca.
"My car is bright pink, with my company logo down the side. Jack's house
is on the main road as well so I'm assuming that he just happened to be
walking past when he saw it." I explained.
"Seems logical," said Sarah. "Are you not worried that he might try
something again?"
"Not really," I said. "You should have seen him. He looked terrible, like
he hadn't washed or eaten in days. He was like a shell of his former
self. Plus, he ran like the wind as soon as he heard Jack's voice." I
carried on "Also, he doesn't have that demon in him giving him ideas
anymore."
Changing the subject Becca said, "Well Jessica sounds so cute, I think
you have a number one fan."
"She is," I agreed "I could just eat her up."
"You need to be careful though," Sarah piped up. "You're not just getting
involved with Jack; you've got his daughter as well. You need to accept
that even if you and Jack fall madly in love, get married and live
happily ever after, you are never going to be the most important person
in his life. That place belongs to Jessica and you will never be able to
fit in there."
"I know. And that's the way it should be," I agreed.
It was lunch time so I made the three of us some salad sandwiches and
some more drinks, we were just settling down to eat when my personal
phone rang with a number I didn't know, but I had a sneaking suspicion as
to who it might be.
"Hello," I answered.
"Hi Sophie, it's Jack." He didn't need to say who it was. I recognised
his voice straight away.
"It's Jack," I mouthed to the girls.
"Hi Jack" I said "I didn't think you'd be phoning me this soon. I thought
guys played the `keep them waiting a couple of days` game."
"Well I've always been a bit of a rule-breaker," he joked. "Anyway, my
parents have offered to watch Jessica on Tuesday so I thought I'd best
get my reservation in first. I thought we could go out somewhere to eat
and get to know each other a bit better."
"I'd love to." And I really did. "Are you sure your parents ok with it?"
"Of course. They're always offering to watch her so that I can go out.
Before I've never really had anyone to go out with so I've always said
no. I thought my mother was going to faint when I took them up on it."
"Coolio." Coolio? When have I ever said coolio? "What time should I be
ready for and what should I wear?"
"I'll pick you up at seven and if you look even half as lovely as you did
last night, that would be perfect" He was a smooth one, this one.
"I'll see at seven, then. Bye." And I hung up.
"So where and when?" asked Becca.
"He's picking me up at seven on Tuesday," I replied.
"I'll be round for 5 then. I'll come straight from work," said Becca,
matter of factly.
I looked at her with a confused look.
"Considering what you were like getting ready when it wasn't a date, I
dread to think what you'll be like getting ready for a proper date. A
first date," she explained.
"Good point" said Sarah "I'll be here as well. I'll get Kayleigh round
too. She'll be able to do something cute with your hair."
"Do I get any say in this?" I asked.
"NO," they said in unison.
Just then my message tone went.
"Someone's popular today," said Sarah.
It was from Mum. "We're having a family tea again tonight. Hope you can
make it. Danny his bringing his new girlfriend so I expect you to dress
nicely again. Will Richie be joining us?"
I started laughing out loud. Clearly Danny hadn't told Mum who his new
girlfriend was. In this reality, she'd known Kayleigh for years. It would
also appear that my brothers had kept their promise and not told my
parents about the Richie incident.
"I'll be there. No Richie though, hasn't worked out. I can't wait to meet
Danny's new girlfriend," I text back.
"What were you laughing at?" enquired Becca.
"It was my mum. She wants me to go to their house tonight to meet Danny's
new girlfriend."
"Danny is no doubt planning some big wind up on your mum." No doubt he
was. Becca went on "You going to tell your parents about Jack?"
"No, not yet." I said "My mum is very traditional, I'm not sure what
she'd say about me dating a single father."
Becca and Sarah left around three, leaving me a couple of hours to get
ready when I got another phone call. It was Kayleigh.
"Hey Kaylz."
"Kaylz?" Kayleigh replied.
"Yeah, I'm trying something new. What's up?" I asked.
"Just wanted to make sure that you're going to be there tonight."
"Yeah I am; I wouldn't want to miss out on meeting Danny's new
girlfriend," I said sarcastically "Why hasn't he told my mum who you
are?"
"Danny's idea; thinks it'll be good for a laugh" she replied "Anyway, you
know how your mum always wants you to dress up nice for these things,
will she be expecting me to as well?"
"Well Debbie only dressed casual when she came and Mum likes her, but I
suppose dressing up a bit wouldn't do you any harm," I said. "Are you
nervous about seeing my Mum?"
"A little," she said. "I want to make a good impression"
"Kaylz, in this reality, she's known you for years. Good or bad, she
already has an impression about you," I told her.
"Shit, I didn't think about that," she sounded shocked.
"Look, just tone your language down a bit and I'm sure she'll love you.
If she didn't like you, I'm sure she would have let me know. I'll see you
tonight."
"See you in a bit; I'm still not sure about this whole Kaylz thing
though."
"It'll grow on you Kaylz. See ya." And I hung up.
I arrived first at my parent's house. I was wearing a lilac, knee length,
body contour dress, with full length sleeves and white pumps with a 3
inch heel. Smart, but not too flashy. If Kayleigh was making an effort I
didn't want to outdo her.
Stephen and Debbie arrived next, Debbie had learned from last time and
was wearing a flowery maxi dress. We all made the usual greetings of
handshakes and hugs.
"You look lovely," I whispered to Debbie.
"Thanks, so do you," she whispered back.
Danny walked in soon after hand in hand with Kayleigh. Now Kayleigh DID
look lovely. A yellow, knee length dress with a floaty skirt and
spaghetti straps. Her flamingred hair was held from hair face by a yellow
hair band which contrasted beautifully.
"Hi Danny," Mum said, she looked at Kayleigh. "Kayleigh, how nice to see
you, you look beautiful. I wasn't expecting you though."
I started giggling, so did Debbie and Stephen and Danny just smirked at
each other. Kayleigh looked incredibly uncomfortable though.
"Come on Danny, put her out of her misery" I said. Danny just burst out
laughing. "Mum," I said. "Kayleigh is Danny's new girlfriend. They've
been dating for just over a week now."
At this Mum grabbed Kayleigh in a huge hug. "Oh Kayleigh, that's
fantastic news. I've always loved you and Sophie's friends." The look of
relief on Kayleigh's face was beyond measure. Bless her.
The night went well. Mum wouldn't leave Kayleigh alone so that left me
and Debbie to chat. Mostly about her ball gown. We decided that since she
was a huge fan of Game of Thrones, that I could add some sleeves that
flared out from the elbow, that would brush the floor when her arms were
down, to give it that medieval look. She loved the idea.
The night came to a close and we all left. Kayleigh was happy that she'd
been accepted by Mum, even though she'd technically been accepted by her
years ago. We parted with Kayleigh reminding me that she'd see me
Tuesday. I went home and straight to bed. Not seeing the figure hiding by
the bushes near my flat.
Monday was uneventful except for my self defence class. We concentrated
mostly on kicks and knees tonight with the promise of some submission
wrestling next week.
Tuesday arrived and even though my date with Jack wasn't until seven and
the girls weren't coming round until five to help me get ready, I was a
clumsy, jittery mess. I tried to focus on my work but I just couldn't
concentrate. I did the only thing I could think of to help towards
tonight, and that was to go and shave my legs, not that they really
needed doing.
Kayleigh arrived early to get started on my hair.
"But we don't know what I'm going to be wearing yet," I protested.
"Yes we do, me and the girls were discussing it yesterday," Kayleigh
replied.
"Do I not get a say?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Because my dear Sophie, we know better than you," Kayleigh said, in an
almost sinister fashion.
Becca and Sarah soon arrived with a bottle of wine "to calm my nerves."
Sarah went and poured four glasses out while Becca went to sort out my
outfit for this evening.
Kayleigh finished my hair and started on my makeup. Since Kayleigh had
not let me look in a mirror I didn't really know what my hair looked
like. I could feel that it was in an updo, that it was all gathered in a
loose bun on the back of my head, but a little to the right and that I
had two whispy tendrils framing my face. She finished my makeup and
started on my finger nails. Becca then entered the room.
"When you're ready, everything you're wearing tonight is laid out on your
bed," she told me.
Kayleigh couldn't exactly stop me from looking at my nails. They had a
clear varnish on with white tips. A "memory" told me that this was known
as a french manicure.
By the time we had finished the wine, my nails had dried and it was time
for me to get dressed.
"I've turned your mirror round so you can't see yourself until you're
finished," Becca told me. "We'll hear you if you try and move it
yourself," she warned.
I walked in my room and saw what she'd laid out. It was the classic
little black dress. It had a little stretch to it so that it would hug my
curves. Next to it were a black, lacy, push up bra with a thong to match,
black stockings and a suspender belt. She'd even laid out some jewellery.
A delicately thin, white gold necklace, three white gold bangles and a
ladies watch. On the floor were a pair of black pumps with a five inch
heel.
I put everything on in and announced to the girls that I was ready. The
three of them came in, showing their appreciation with cat-calls and wolf
whistles.
"Time for the big unveiling," announced Sarah, as she and Becca turned my
mirror around.
My jaw dropped. I had never seen myself like this.
"We decided," Becca said, "that since Jack has only seen you dressed as
Belle and in that fun & floaty number from the other night, he needs to
see your sexy and sophisticated side."
They had definitely succeeded with that.
"Anyway," Kayleigh announce. "It's 6.45, so we had better make ourselves
scarce. Remember to make him wait a few minutes," she reminded me.
The three of them left and suddenly my flat felt very empty. I put
everything I would need in a black clutch bag that matched my outfit and
sat on the sofa.
The intercom buzzed. "Hi Sophie, it's just Jack." He sounded very
nervous, bless him.
"Come on up Jack, I won't be a minute." I unlocked my front door and
retreated to my bedroom.
I heard a knock on the door. "Come on in Jack, have a seat and make
yourself comfortable" I shouted "I'm almost ready."
A couple of minutes later I went out to meet him. He was looking very
handsome. Like me, he was in all black. Black shirt, black trousers,
black jacket and black shoes. I was impressed.
"Woah," was all he said when he saw me.
"You like?" I asked playfully.
"Me like very much," he responded.
I walked up to him, touched his cheek and gave a gentle kiss on the
other. "Shall we get going then?" I asked.
We left my flat and started walking down the stairs to the main entrance.
Jack looked to be in pain.
"Are you ok?"
"Just my ribs, they're stinging a little," he explained.
"Why didn't you say so? You could've waited downstairs for me. I wouldn't
have minded, you silly bugger," I said.
We got to his car. It was an old Mondeo. Clean though, very clean. It
looked like it had just been valeted. I climbed in and felt guilty as
Jack climbed in the driver's seat and winced in pain again. He looked in
the rear view mirror and just stared. He looked a little concerned.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's probably nothing, I thought I saw someone watching us in my mirror.
They're not there now. I've been a little jumpy ever since the carnival,"
he explained.
After seeing Richie the other night, I wasn't entirely convinced he was
just being "jumpy."
We went to a lovely little restaurant, not too far from my flat. It was
Italian and the food was fantastic. Almost as good as the conversation.
"I've always been into dressmaking, ever since I was twelve. My mum had
taught me to sew etc so I started using that skill to make the kind of
clothes that my parents couldn't afford to get me. When the "ladette"
craze among girls phased out a few years ago, I noticed that girls
fashions were getting girlier. I decided then that if I could ever make
money as on old-fashioned dress maker, this was the time. I was right and
I've done very well out of it." I explained when he asked about my
business.
"You must be, that flat of yours is incredible," he responded.
We had finished our desserts and were just about finished with the
coffees when Jack looked at his watch.
"Well Laura, I'm sorry to say this but we need to go in a few minutes. I
need to relieve my parents from Jessica duty"
He caught me by surprise there. "Laura?" I asked.
His face dropped.
"Oh my god Sophie, I am so, so sorry." He was panicking.
"Laura is Jessica's mother, isn't she?" I half asked, half told.
"Yes," he admitted. "I am so sorry. I'll drop you off at home, I won't
bother you again."
I won't lie. It hurt. But Jack was in a very delicate place right now. I
needed to handle this with kid gloves. I held both of his hands in mine.
"Jack, don't be silly," I started. "Laura was the love of your life and
the mother of your child. You never fell out of love with her. I know I'm
the first person you've dated since then. In a way, the fact that you
called me by her name could almost be considered a compliment. I really
like you Jack and I'm not going to let one slip of the tongue stop us
from exploring this further."
"You are incredible," he said looking incredibly relieved.
"I know." I smiled at him. "Shall we go then?"
Jack pulled his car into the car park by my flat.
"So shall we do this again sometime?" he asked.
I didn't say a word. I simply put my hand on the back of his neck, pulled
myself close to him and kissed him deeply.
"I'll take that as yes," he said.
"You take that as a yes. Call me," I responded.
I started to get out of the car and Jack went to follow.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm walking you to your door."
"I don't think so; I saw how much pain you were in dealing with stairs
earlier." I said "If you want to make sure I get in safe, just watch me
from your car. It's a secure building so once I'm at the front door, I'm
safe."
I gave him another quick kiss and got out "Remember, call me. Soon."
I walked to the door, hearing my high heels clacking on the concrete. I
got to the door and used my electronic fob to release the lock. I turned
round to wave at Jack and blow him a kiss. He returned them and set off
driving.
I stepped inside and started climbing the stairs to my flat. I didn't see
or hear the hooded figure sneak in through the door before it had chance
to fully close.
The next morning I was woke up by someone banging on my front door. I
didn't hear my intercom buzz. It must be one of my neighbours. I looked
at my clock, it was 7.15.
What did someone want with me at this time? I put on my bathrobe and
answered the door. It was Ms. Jenkins from one of the flats upstairs.
"Sophie, dear," she started. "I think you have better see this."
I stepped outside and all along the walls of the stairwell, in huge,
black, spray-painted letters was the slogan:
"SOPHIE IS A WHORE" over and over again.
I turned and looked at my front door. On there, in the same black spray
paint was the image of a mask. The mask of Ultio Ultionis.
Author's note:
Yes, I know I said I wasn't happy with the whole demon thing. But the
readers seem to disagree with me, so I'm continuing with my original
plan. Please keep your reviews coming in. I cannot stress enough how much
your comments have helped to influence my ideas and made writing this
series so enjoyable. I've known from the start how this series would
finish, but the journey there has been chopped and changed so many times
because of the people who are kind enough to spare a few minutes and tell
me what they think. It's your comments that have pushed me to keep on
writing.
Love Sophie x
Barbie
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