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Becca and Kayleigh had called round the following evening to get the
gossip on the date. They'd been shocked to see the painters in the
stairwell covering up the horrible graffiti. They hadn't seen the image
on the front door. I'd been out earlier to buy some thick undercoat
paint and cover it up myself. The image that had been painted on there
had freaked me out too much, I couldn't wait for the painters to get to
it. Way more than the "SOPHIE IS A WHORE" slogan.
"No prizes for guessing who did that," spat Kayleigh.
I told them about the Ultio Ultionis mask that had been painted on the
door.
"But you destroyed it didn't you Sophie? How can it be still haunting
you?" asked Becca.
"I don't know, maybe it isn't. I can only think that Richie knew he was
being influenced by it and he's using that to try and freak me out," I
said.
"Well they must have caught him on the CCTV surely," stated Kayleigh.
"Nope. He had a hood up and a bandanna covering his face." They can't
get a positive ID.
We changed the subject and talked about my date with Jack, which is what
they came over to talk about.
Weeks passed. The landlord of the flats had beefed up security,
installing a sensor by the door that beeped every time someone walked
past it so that nobody could sneak in the way Richie had. Kayleigh and
Danny were getting serious, as were Stephen and Debbie. Jack and I were
still taking things slow, but I think I was falling in love with him. I
hadn't dared say anything though. I was still handling him with kid
gloves due to the whole calling-me-Laura thing. I hadn't seen or heard
anything of Richie. Neither had anyone else for that matter. He hadn't
been to his home and his work hadn't seen him since the carnival. Maybe
he'd left town. My self defence classes were going well. The instructor
had moved me from the beginners group to experienced. I was still a long
way from the "Fucking Hard Core" group though.
It was Wednesday evening, I was just putting the finishing touches to
Jessica's Giselle from Enchanted dress, ready for her birthday weekend
after next. She was going to look adorable in it. The skirt was that big
I think she'll only just fit through doorways in it. I had finished
Debbie's emerald green ball gown, she just needed a fitting to make sure
everything was ok. Just then my phone rang, it was Jack.
"Hey honey," I answered.
"Hey, you," he replied.
He went on to tell me that Jessica's grandparents (on her mother's side)
had offered to have Jessica for the weekend so that Jack and I could
spend a bit more time together.
"So are you free?" he asked hopefully.
"I sure am. Not only that, I think that since Jessica is having a little
weekend away from home, I think you deserve one too. Why don't we spend
the weekend at mine?
"You could spend the night," I added playfully.
"That sounds great. She's being collected just after dinner so I'll be
round shortly after then. I can't wait."
Neither can I Jack, neither can I.
Then I had a thought. This could really be a little holiday for Jack. He
had spent the last seven years running round, looking after Jessica,
with him not anybody look after him. This weekend, I was going to wait
on him hand and foot. Then I had a naughty little idea. I made some
sketches and quickly drove to the wholesalers where I buy my material.
Some black satin, white cotton, white lace and white tulle. I drove back
home and got to work. I could afford to do this quickly as this was for
me. It didn't matter if the quality wasn't up to my usual standard.
Saturday afternoon came round and Jack and I had a lovely afternoon,
just lazing around watching romantic comedies and cuddling on the sofa.
He had recovered from his injuries and all he was left with was a slight
scar on his cheek. He was no longer in pain. I made us a nice, simple
dinner of chicken breast, new potatoes and veg with some red wine.
After dinner we sat out on the balcony. Summer was just around the
corner and it was a warm evening. We talked, we laughed and we talked so
more. The wine was flowing and conversation was getting sillier and
sillier. Until...
"You know Sophie," Jack started, "I used to think I could never get over
Laura, that I would end up devoted to Jessica until she grew up and then
I would be alone."
"Jack..." I tried to interrupt, he was being daft. A man like him would
never be completely alone for long.
"Let me finish Sophie" he spoke over me "Since I met you, people have
told me that I'm like a different person. That I have hope again. Even
Jessica tells me that I'm happier. It's because of you Sophie. Sophie...
I love you" he said with a tear in his eye.
The waterworks of happiness were flowing "Jack" I said "I love you too"
I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him the deepest kiss I could
manage.
Once the tears had stopped I stood up. "Wait here," I said.
I retreated to my bedroom and opened up my naughty drawer. I found what
I was looking for.
I left my bedroom and called Jack.
"Jaaaack," I shouted in a sing song voice.
He came inside and when he saw me, I opened up my black kimono robe to
reveal what I had on underneath.
A white basque with matching panties and stockings. His jaw dropped.
"I think it's bed time."
Jack didn't take any exciting. He was hard before we entered the
bedroom. That didn't stop me though. I slowly pulled off his t-shirt,
kissing his torso as I did. I stroked his penis gently through his boxer
shorts as I took down his jeans. It was then that he picked me up,
kissed me deeply and dropped me onto the bed.
It was incredible as he gently played with my nipples and then my
clitoris, getting me worked up more and more before he gently penetrated
me with his penis. Slowly pumping before getting faster and faster. All
the while planting tiny kisses on my neck and around my chest before we
climaxed simultaneously.
We looked each other in the eyes, but didn't say anything. There was no
need to. We were in love.
I rested my head on his chest, allowing the rhythmic beating of his
heart to slowly send me to sleep. I was in love. I was in love.
I awoke with my head still on Jack's chest; his arm wrapped around me
and he was fast asleep. The clock said 5am. Perfect, plenty of time to
prepare his surprise.
I slipped out of bed without waking him, grabbed a garment bag from my
wardrobe and crept out of the bedroom. I clipped my hair up and jumped
in the shower. After cleaning myself and brushing my teeth, I put on my
bathrobe and went to my front room. I curled my hair (I was getting good
at this), applied silver eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara, followed by
scarlet lipstick and nail polish.
When I had my full outfit on I was wearing fishnet stockings, a short
black satin dress with puffy sleeves, edged in white lace, the low cut
top showing a lot of cleavage. A white tulle petticoat made the skirt
flare out so much, that if I was to lean even slightly in any direction
you could see my stocking tops. A frilly white maids cap donned my head
and I wrapped a white cotton apron around my waist which was tied behind
my back in a huge white bow. My black 5 inch pumps finished the look. I
then went to the kitchen to make some bacon, eggs, sausage, beans,
toast, mushrooms and some coffee.
At 9am I walked back into the bedroom with a full english breakfast on a
tray. Jack was still asleep but looked to be stirring. I put the tray
down and picked up the little bell I had brought with it and gave it a
little ring before picking the tray back up.
His eyes lit up when he saw what I was wearing.
"Bonjour master," I sad in an extremely over exaggerated French accent
"Je m'appelle Sofia." That was the extent of my French exhausted. "I
will be your maid for today. Here is your breakfast. Please ring the
bell when you are finished." I put the tray over his lap on the bed and
turned around to leave. I could feel his eyes follow me across the room
so just before I left, I pretended to pick something up off the floor,
bending right over so that he could see my pantied bottom. I gave him a
cheeky wink as I exited.
A few minutes later I heard the bell ring so I went back to the bedroom,
seeing that he had finished everything, I picked up the tray and left
again without saying a word. When I returned I simply said, "Bonjour
master, is there anything else you desire?"
"Only one Sofia, just you," Jack said as he grabbed me and pulled me
onto the bed. I shifted my panties to one side as he penetrated me
again.
We got out of bed, got cleaned up and spent the rest of the morning
cuddled on the sofa.
"Is that Jessica's dress," he said all of a sudden.
"Yes it is," I replied. "I was supposed to tell you it was ready but
someone must have distracted me."
"That looks incredible, it's going to make her day. I'll give you the
money for it next time I see you."
"No you won't," I stated.
"Pardon?" He was confused.
"I'm not taking money from the man I love" I explained "Take that money
and buy Jessica another birthday present. Even better, use it to buy
yourself something. When was the last time you treated yourself?"
"I honestly can't remember," he answered.
"Exactly. Treat yourself."
"You know," Jack said. "I think it's time we told Jessica what's going
on. She has been asking me why I'm out so much lately."
"You sure?" I asked sceptically.
"We need to tell her at some point. Besides she loves you. I can't see
her being anything but happy about it. Come with me when I go home, we
can tell her together and then I can drop you off here afterwards."
I went and got changed. I wanted to look nice for when we told Jessica
the news. Not just that but my Mum had invited everyone to tea tonight
again so it would save me getting changed later on. I put on a red,
knitted dress with short sleeves and a skirt that came to mid thigh. I
completed the look with black tights and my knee high boots with a
chunky 3 inch heel. Debbie and Kayleigh had been dressing up for these
things so I had decided to tone it down a bit from what I used to, so
that
I didn't outdo them.
"I DON'T WANT HER TO BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND" screamed Jessica when Jack told
her that I was Jack's girlfriend and that they'd be seeing a lot more of
me. She stormed out of the room and slammed the door. That could have
gone better.
"JESSICA, GET BACK HERE AND APOLOGISE TO SOPHIE RIGHT NOW!" he shouted
back.
"Shhh, Jack," I reasoned with him. "It's a little bit of a shock for
her, she's had you to herself all her life, now she probably thinks that
she's got to compete with me. Let me talk to her." I followed Jessica to
her room.
"GO AWAY," sobbed Jessica as I entered the room.
"I just want to talk to you, I'm not cross with you," I reassured her.
"Can I sit here?" I motioned to her bed. She nodded 'yes' as she looked
at me with bloodshot eyes.
"I won't lie to you," I started, "your Daddy and I love each other very
much. And it's true, that there are times when we are going to want to
go out on our own."
"But I don't want you to," she argued. I continued.
"But it's not just your dad I want I want to spend time with. It's you
as well."
"Really?"
"Really. Don't think of it as me stealing your Daddy away, that's the
last thing I want to do." A thought came to me. "Have you seen Lilo &
Stitch?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Well, you know how in the beginning, it was just Lilo and Nani and had
been for years, but then at the end Stitch and David joined their ohana
and they became one big happy family?"
"Yeah," she answered.
"Well that's what I want to do. I want to join you and your Daddy's
ohana and maybe one day, we can be one big happy family." I hoped this
was going to work.
"Really?" I saw a little smile come through. "Can we go surfing?"
I laughed, surfing was a regular activity they did in the film.
"I've never been surfing, but maybe one day when you're a little bigger,
we can learn how to together."
"Really?" she asked again. Ahh. The power of Disney.
"So can we be friends? Your Daddy still needs to take me home and I'd
love to show you where I live, but only my BEST friends are allowed
where I live."
"Yeah, yeah," she said excitedly.
Jack could only smile when he saw the two of us enter the front room
hand in hand.
As expected, Jessica was mesmerised by my flat, in particular, the large
canvas with the photo of me and the girls in our princess costumes and
the dresses that I was part way through making.
"You made these?" she asked wide eyed.
"I sure did," I replied.
"Could you make me one please?" she hadn't seen the Giselle gown that
I'd already made for her, I'd hidden that away earlier.
"I'm a little bit busy at the minute honey, but as soon as I have
chance, we can design one together. I can teach you how to make them if
you like?"
"YAY," she yelled excitedly. "Sophie?" she asked. "Would you like to
come to my birthday party next week?"
"I'd love to."
The evening went pretty much as expected. Kayleigh and Debbie had
learned that as long as they wore some form of dress that they'd get a
positive response from my mum. Just as I thought it was going to be the
same old kind of evening my Mum dropped the bombshell.
"So Sophie, who's this Jack you've been seeing?" Kayleigh's head
dropped.
"Sorry Sophie," Kayleigh said. "I completely spaced out and happened to
mention him the other day."
"Don't be sorry Kayleigh," Mum said. "She shouldn't feel like she has to
hide things like this from me." She sounded disappointed.
I told her the story about how I met Jack and about Jessica. That we'd
been seeing each other for a while but we'd been taking it slow and that
things had only just started getting serious.
"I'm not sure how I feel about you seeing a single dad" Mum responded
"But at least you've been mature enough to take it slow and not jump in
when there's a child involved. Why don't you bring the two of them round
next week so that we can meet them? Jessica sounds delightful."
"I'll ask them," I responded.
We were just about to leave when Kayleigh pulled Debbie and I to one
side.
"I've got Sarah's hen party about organised," she told us.
"Cool, what are we doing?" I asked.
"Just going round the pubs and clubs down town. Sarah doesn't want
anything too extravagant."
"Sounds fair," said Debbie.
All this sounded a bit tame for Kayleigh.
"What's the twist, what aren't you telling us?" I asked suspiciously.
Kayleigh gave us her best innocent look before admitting, "Ok, there is
a fancy dress theme."
"Which is?"
"Moulin Rouge."
When I got back to my flat, I did a google search for Moulin Rouge
costumes. I had never seen the film in either reality so wasn't entirely
sure what she meant.
Ah, I thought. This is Kayleigh all over.
It was all bustiers, basques and corsets, frilly skirts and tutu's,
stockings, high heels, silk gloves, feathers and top hats. This was
going to be fun, but wasn't entirely sure I'd be comfortable going out
in public like it. No wonder Debbie looked a bit scared when Kayleigh
first said. At least we had been given a couple of months to get things
ready for it.
The next week went without incident. I'd been round Jack's house on
Wednesday evening to spend a bit of time with the two of them. We had
tea together and watched a film of Jessica's choice. Princess Diaries. I
loved this girl. All three of us sat down on the sofa, Jessica sat in
the middle. She looked like she was in her element. Jack's face said
he'd seen this film a million times before. I mentioned about my mum's
suggestion for them to come for tea on Sunday and while Jack looked a
little scared, he agreed to it.
Saturday soon rolled round, and with it Jessica's 8th birthday party.
Jack booked a room in the local community centre, with a buffet and a
kids disco. The party started at 3pm so I arrived just after. I was
wearing the white dress with the flared skirt and the rose print on it.
Pretty, but not over the top. Jack was wearing a smart t-shirt and
jeans. I walked over and gave him a quick kiss. There were a lot of
kid's mothers there. It turned out that Jack's situation was public
knowledge and so he'd always had a legion of mothers happy to give him a
hand when it came to Jessica's birthday. Jessica was running round in
her Giselle dress. Turns out she'd refused to take it off all day. I met
Jack's parents and they were lovely and seemed genuinely pleased to see
me. The mothers of the other kids were making polite conversation. I did
get the impression that some of them would be happy to murder me in my
sleep if I did anything to hurt Jack or Jessica. I was going to have to
watch my step. Although once Jessica had informed everyone that I was
the one who had made her dress, I got a lot of them wanting to take my
details so they could acquire my services for either themselves or their
daughters. I was going to be one busy lady it would seem.
The party drew to a close, Jack and Jessica looked exhausted. I offered
to help Jack's parents so that the two of them could get home. Jessica
had loved my present for her, a white gold necklace with a heart pendant
that I thought would suit her dress. It had been a lovely day.
Before you knew it, it was Sunday and with it, the Jameson family tea.
My Mum loved little Jessica, she was wearing the dress that Jack had
originally got her to wear for her party, a white with rose print party
dress with spaghetti straps. She looked like a proper little lady.
Kayleigh and Debbie made a huge fuss over her as well while Jack mostly
spoke to the men of the family. It all went amazingly well. Hopefully
now, Mum wouldn't be as concerned about me dating a single dad.
The next two months flew by. Jack and Jessica had become a welcome
addition to my family get togethers, as had I with theirs. I had
received my official invite for Sarah and Mike's wedding. Not that I
needed one. I was bridesmaid for crying out loud, but I was happy to see
Jack and Jessica had been added onto the guest list as well.
Debbie's gown had gone down well at the autism charity ball. Because it
was quite unique in design, plenty of people had been asking about where
she had got it from. I was going to be even busier in the coming weeks
than I had thought after Jessica's party. Orders for little girl dresses
had gone through the roof. I was going to need more dress forms and
probably increase the size of the gallery on my website.
Anyway, it was Saturday and it was also Sarah's hen party. It was agreed
that everybody would meet round mine as I had the biggest front room for
everybody to fit in and have a couple of pre night drinks. I had just
poured myself a large glass of red and was checking myself out in the
mirror. I was wearing a black bustier, a black, frilly tutu that was
longer at the back than the front, stockings, a black choker with string
beads and cute, small top hat that was held on by a hair band. It all
had pink details such as bows, ruffles and stitching. My hair was pinned
back whilst flowing over my shoulder in loose curls. I added the
finishing touches by putting on my black 5 inch pumps (I was getting my
wear out of these recently) and rolled up the pink silk gloves that
almost reached my armpits. Damn I looked hot. I'll be keeping this
outfit for some bedroom activity with Jack I thought.
Sarah, Kayleigh and Becca soon arrived. We had decided that the three of
us who were bridesmaids would wear basically the same outfit, but
instead of using pink, Becca had gone for a royal blue and Kayleigh had
gone for a bright yellow. Sarah looked incredible though. Everything she
wore was snowy white. A white bustier, white heels, white stockings and
a short skirt that puffed out with petticoats, but also had long
scrunched part at the back that would trail the floor. Instead of a top
hat, she had three long white feathers in her hair (which was pinned up
in a gorgeous updo) and a veil that hung down hair back. There would be
no prizes for guessing who the bride to be was.
Everybody else showed up soon after including Debbie, a couple of
Sarah's cousins and some of her work colleagues. Everybody had put the
effort in and everybody looked sensational. We'd be drawing some stares
tonight. Debbie looked a little self conscious but a couple of drinks
would soon sort that out.
The night was a complete success. We drank, we danced, we drank some
more. Kayleigh followed up on an earlier promise and arranged for a male
stripper to meet us in one of the bars and dance with Sarah. It was a
brilliant night.
"Hiya Sophie" I heard a familiar voice say "You look a bit different
tonight." It was Darren, my mixed martial arts instructor with Alex and
Barry, two of the guys who were in the group that I referred to as the
"Fucking Hardcore" group.
"Hi you guys" I gave them each a hug.
"What's with the get up?" asked Alex.
"Hen party," I responded, that was the only explanation needed.
"Well you certainly look different than on a Monday," said Darren.
I introduced the three of them to the rest of the group. Becca and two
of Sarah's single work colleagues had shown particular interest in them.
I didn't know if any of them were single, but let them try I thought.
The night came to an end, Becca gave Alex a particularly passionate
goodbye and we made our way to the taxi rank. I was lingering at the
back of the group, checking my phone when I heard a voice.
"Hello Sophie." It sounded so much like a stereotypical bad guy voice,
deep and gravelly that I assumed that it was one of the MMA guys. I
turned round, it was Richie.
He looked terrible. His hair was long and stringy, his skin was almost
white, his face gaunt and teeth were yellow. Both he and his clothes
looked like they hadn't been washed in months. He grabbed me, covered my
mouth and dragged me into the alley and I dropped my phone.
Once far enough down the alley, he pinned me to the wall by my neck. I
had panicked. All of my knowledge from my MMA classes left my brain and
I'd turned into a frightened little girl. I felt pathetic.
"Look at you, you slut," he sneered.
"Richie, what do you want?"
"Not you. Don't worry, I'm not going to rape you." He acted like he was
disgusted by me.
"I want the power back." As if I should have known what he was talking
about. "You know, Ultio Ultionis. When he was in me I was unstoppable. I
was strong, I was devious, I could influence people with a word. You
know, I didn't even have to threaten those three idiots to attack that
guy you were with. I told them to and they did it. With power like that
I could've been anything I wanted. And all I had to do was make you
miserable whenever you got too happy. But you took that away from me
when you burned his vessel. But Ultio Ultionis can't be destroyed, he's
out there somewhere and you know where," He was ranting like a mad man.
"Richie, I don't know..." He slapped me hard across the face.
"Richie, Please I don't..." He slapped me again. "LIAR," he shouted.
"WHAT'S GOING ON DOWN HERE." It was Darren, followed by the Alex and
Barry, who were followed by the entire hen party.
While Richie was distracted, I drove my heel into his foot and punched
him in the throat. Struggling to breathe, he ran away down the alley
with Alex and Barry chasing him. Darren stayed with me and the hen
party.
"You ok Sophie?" he asked concerned.
I just collapsed into him and burst into tears. I thought all of this
was over. I was wrong. Why can't I be happy?
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