Playing by the rules

I greeted my clients the same way every time I saw them. Stood poised, with absolutely nothing on- it got me big tips, plus I liked the attention. This was my life. Serving men's every explicit, sexual need and getting paid for it. I could charge any rate I wanted. If I liked the client then I would re think my cap. But if I didn't, then I would raise my prices for each sexual act I performed. It was the way I worked, and I liked it. It gave me free reign over the men I aroused, and by standing naked in front of them, I was showing them the goods I had to offer- knowing they wouldn't be able to resist. 

This was my regular. George Benson. He worked as a line manager for one of the major conglomerates, 'S.W.I.F.F & CO', or something like that? It's not as if I pay attention to the drivel they talk, I just suck them off... I'm not a psychotherapist after all...  Anyway, he requested that he get another appointment with me this week due to his up coming business, taking him abroad; and I delightfully said 'yes'. I liked George. Of all the men I saw he was the most genuine. Talking to me like I was a person and not just a whore. Somehow he was able to look deeper, and see me for who I was: asking about my interests and what I liked or disliked- which was nice. But my only exception, was no- and I mean no- talking about family. 

Cassie... My eight year old daughter, and reason I was able to look at my self in the mirror every morning. Every time I looked at her, I saw her dad. No one special I'll add, but someone I had loved with all my heart. She would occasionally ask about her dad... but I didn't know what to say to her? How could I tell her the man that helped create her wanted nothing to do with her? It broke my heart, and I hated myself even more for putting her through it. So I suppose being seen as a whore to the men I slept with made me feel like I was getting what I deserved. I was trash. I needed to be treated like trash. I needed to make it up to her somehow...  

He immediately clung to me like his life depended on it. I could smell the mint on his breath as his lips traced kisses down my neck. His beard rubbing against the soft exposed area of skin, making me tingle. George loved my body, and Loved to spend his time touching every piece of me. I loved his hands. They were soft and gentle whilst caressing my tummy, and I closed my eyes to savour the moment, as it was this aspect of love making I loved most. 

                  "Oh baby you smell so good..." His voice muffled against my skin.

                   "Hmm, do I hun?" I replied seductively . His fingers pinched my arse making me squeal- liking to play with me. I could tell he was hornier than usual today, his bulge was sticking me in the back, and I didn't want to think of it, but it was turning me on. 

                    "Oh George, I forget how big you really are..." Oh god! I'm getting so wet already, and we've only just started! 

He started using his fingers to rub against my pussy. With soft, gentle motions he began massaging my clitoral hood with his fingers, and the occasional "Oh", or "ah" would escape my lips, making him push his dick against me. 

                        "Oh baby I could do this all day. Feeling you... smelling you... being with you... I just want you all the time. I need  this. Please tell me you need this too?" He teased me with his lips again, following the same path he took before in kissing my neck, and I just about fought off the urge to attack his lips with mine. 

                        "TELL me you want this!" His fingers got faster in pace of rubbing my pussy as he shouted his demands at me. I was so wet! "TELL me you want it!" His voice grew louder as our breathing became in sync. 

                        "Why won't you tell me what I want to hear- baby please! I need to hear you say it!" His dick continued to bash me from behind, as his fingers grew even more impatient with me. I wanted him to finger me right there and then- forget the sex, but his stubbornness was no match for me. 

                         "Do you like playing with me Sapphire?" I didn't respond. "Do you?!" He stopped rubbing and grabbed me by my arms facing me towards him. 

His mouth crashed into mine and took my breath away. His hands found my arse and started kneading it like dough. Grabbing massive handfuls of it and slapping it whenever it escaped his grasp. I liked it, it made me feel excited. I started taking his jacket off, which made him grunt in response, reminding me who was in control. But I didn't care. I hated being naked whilst he had the luxury of being able to touch me, but not me him. He finally stopped fondling me long enough  for me to relinquish his buttons and start easing it over his shoulders. He helped me a long, and threw it on the floor out of sight. 

After removing his jacket, I come to find out that he's got yet another layer that has to be removed. But before I get a chance to start unbuttoning his waistcoat, he ravishes my lips once more squeezing me towards him. It's as though he could just spend the rest of eternity in this very moment, not progressing forward- just standing still. I need to move this along and stop getting carried away- gain some control over yourself- woman! He pinches my erect nipple between his finger and thumb, sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body and I just want his dick inside me fucking me! I grapple with the belt to his trousers, and whip it off throwing it across the room, our kiss getting more ravenous by the minute. His tongue is lashing mine, and all I can feel is drool cascading down my chin, dripping onto my boob. 

             "I want you now- George!" In between breaths. "Take... your... boxers off and let me suck that big cock of yours..." He slaps my arse, and the noise reverberates around the room. I like the way it jiggles back into place after he slaps it. I want him to do it again, and again and again! I yank his white boxers down over his erect cock and smile at the orgasmic weapon he has packing down there! He casually steps out of them, taking a minute to catch his breath, making me feel bad for him for me forgetting how old he actually is. He must be in his late fifties, but I'm use to dealing with older male clients as I have clients much older than that. Without realising it, my hair is made loose and falls freely over my shoulders, George having thrown the clip towards the corner of the room, along with my necklace, from the clasp being broken at the same time.

                "Oh I'm sorry Sapphire- your necklace..." He looks saddened by the thought of breaking it, but I quickly reassure him.

                "Babe don't worry- it's just old tat. Had it for ages."  I grab him close to me, and lead him towards the bed, making sure I lead us safely I don't wanna break his hip I remind myself. 

He likes it when I gently ease him on the bed, and then glide my hands over his chest down south towards his dick. I prep myself before just going in with heavy duty sucking, deep throating takes practice and I like to make sure its done right. He rests his head down on the pillow beneath his head, and I see his eyes shut. I warm my hands up by rubbing them together- heating them before I take him all in my grasp and begin to rub up and down, and in a spiralling motion. 

                 "Oh yeah baby girl do daddy how he like it-" As I work up the tempo he perches up on his arms to get a better view of me at work. 

                  "Do you like it daddy?" I tease knowingly, giving him a flash of my smile- before taking him all in my mouth. 

                  "Yeah..." He says whilst trying to stay alert. "WAIT, wait, wait..." I stop immediately looking at him glumly .

                    "What? What is it? Something I'm doing wrong babe?" 

                   "I don't wanna cum yet. It just feels so good..." I see his face fall and then a thought pops up in my head. I reach for my bedside draw and pick out a condom. 

                   "Lets put this on shall we?" I glide it down his shaft and give him a smile, mentally encouraging him to carry on. He balances on his knee's and steadies his dick inside me. My eyes close and then a wave of pleasure tingles below. I like the way it feels, and I start to fuck him back

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                       "Come on mummy, let me hear you moan." I tilt my head back to keep my spine straight, gripping the covers in between my fingers- I want him to go faster. 

                       "Ahh- yes! Like that baby, don't stop." My head drops. "Yes daddy! Yes!" 

                       "Do you like that? Huh? Does my little fox like me fucking her like that?" The noise of our skin to skin contact results in a slapping sound. 

                        "Yes- Sapphire- yes! Your so wet!" Every thrust of his cock makes my pussy dribble fluid down my leg, tickling me as it slides down the skin on my inner thigh. 

 

He's almost there- I can feel it! The bashing of our bodies makes me jolt forward nearly falling off the bed, but I stand firm on his assault of my body. Every nerve on edge with each caress of his hands, resulting in my skin breaking out in goosebumps sending shivers down my spine. His hands continue to explore my back and with each touch a mind boggling sensation jolts through me like electricity. Our rhythmic pace beginning its descend and I can feel him taking his time in fucking me- slamming less into me. 

                       "Ahh George! Come on and cum in me!" He grips me firm around my hips and begins preparing himself for the inevitable. 

                       "I don't want this to end!" His voice is hoarse and his breathing rapid. 

                        "Yes- George! Yes- almost there!" He places most of his weight onto my back and I find myself leaning forward. 

But with a surprising moan from George, I know that my work here is done and all is left is the cleaning up. He cums into the condom and immediately pulls out, collapsing back onto the bed, catching his breath. I'm proud of myself for making him feel special, but all it was, was an act. 

I sit on top of my bed with my feet dangling over, and smile to my self knowing a hefty tip was coming my way. I make a promise to myself that I'll get Cassie a new toy, something that she's been asking about for a while. Then George interrupts my reverie. 

                       "Ah Sapphire, where did you learn to be so convincing?" I snap a look in his direction, a little bit hurt by his statement. 

                      "What do you mean George? Do you think I didn't enjoy myself?" 

                       "Well- how can a young lady enjoy making love to a man she doesn't love?" I think about my answer, agreeing slightly but dispelling the thought of telling him so. 

                        "George, it isn't all that hard. Besides- the more we have sex the more I begin to like the little things that you do..." George perks up and I see a little gleam in his eye. 

                        "Little things? Like what? Or do you wanna keep me guessing?" I think about it a little more, not wanting to give him the information too fast. 

                         "Well..." Think of something to tell him- quick! "I like the way you touch me. Your skin is soft..." His late response tells me it isn't something he was expecting to hear.

                         "My skin is soft? What sort of answer is that?!" He expels whilst laughing. I get off the bed and put on something to cover me up. Once dressed, I walk over to where my clip was thrown and clip my hair back up. 

                          "George, its the truth." He stares at me from the bed. "I wouldn't lie to you." 

                           "In some ways I believe you. But deep down- I know you'd rather be having sex with some young, buff guy who can fuck you longer than I can..." His eyes look sad and despondent. I don't know what to do at times like this. I just hope to myself that the client will just take the hint and leave. He's had his shag, shot his bowl and now nothing's left to do! So why sit there and mope like a child? 

                           "George, what do you want me to say? Doesn't everyone want something that's not real? Like yourself... you have a wife and kids and have been married for thirty odd years- you'd think that she'd be able to give you everything I just have. But instead your here with me, sleeping with me, and paying me for sex- when you could be getting it for free with your wife." 

                             "But my wife isn't you- your beautiful young and- sexy!" I contain a laugh. 

                             "Exactly! I'm what you fantasise about- and don't think I don't know you wank about me George!" He looks amazed that I've managed to breach the subject and drops his gaze from me to the bed. 

                             "I don't think so Sapphire. If I can't have the real thing there's no point in doing anything. Not even with my wife." 

I ponder the thought for a moment, and suppress the things I really want to say and replace them with something to brighten the atmosphere. 

                               "George. Your wife's a lucky lady. What I'd give to be married to a man like you. But what I want and what I like, doesn't matter. It's about what you want. Your my client and I have a lot of respect for you." 

                                "You do?" He looks back at me. 

                                "Of course I do." I start collecting his clothes and bring them into a pile for me to pick up and give to him. 

                                "Sapphire I'm sorry. I just hate feeling like a dirty old man... I hate feeling as though I'm making you do something you don't wanna do-" 

                               "George- listen. I made my choice. I could go out and get a regular job." At this point he begins to put his clothes back on. "But doing a mundane job isn't for me. Working behind a till- or working in an office- it just gets boring. The nine to five and the fake exteriors, it can make people depressed-" 

                               "And this doesn't?!" Obviously I wasn't getting through to him. 

                              "It has it's days, like any job. But It makes me feel as though I'm helping others by lifting the load off their shoulders, and giving them a sense of release... Do you understand?" I see the clogs turning in his head, and all the frustration ease off. Finally!

                               "In some ways I do Sapphire... I guess I just see a young girl before me wasting all the good she could of done with her talents; of helping people, by wasting them on old men like me. Men that have un-liveable lives that prey for something else... Wives who hate them. Kids that just use their old man for money... You see where I'm going with this?" I nod my head in agreement. 

                                "My daughter could be you-" He bows his head whilst buttoning his blazer up again, adjusting his shirt by tucking it into his trousers. I give him the thumbs up from afar and watch him take out six fifty pound bills and drop them on the bed. 

                                 "I guess your not exactly my daughter... She wouldn't be as understanding as you..." He walks up to me and gently kisses me on the lips. 

I kiss him back as a sentiment of knowing where he's coming from. Life can be hard, and sometimes you just wish you could have a break from the everyday struggle. I was his break. After kissing me, he walks up the spiral staircase that leads to my bedroom, and I hear him close the door and his footsteps become faint. I take a minute to get in order before my daughter gets home from school. How excited she'll be when I buy her that laptop she's always wanted! 

I relax into an indulgent bath and wash away all semblance of George. I feel as though he's all over me! The time fast approaching three fifteen and I know that Cassie will burst through the door any minute... 

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                          "Ewwwww- Mum what gives?!" She shouts at me with a puzzled expression. 

                           "Shush you! Can't mummy give her favourite girl in the world a big kiss whenever she feels like it?" I state in a matter-of-factly manner. 

                         "No- she can't." 

                          "Well, this one can- coz I love you so much Cassie. Do you know that?" She looks a little startled as if something was wrong. 

                          "I love you too mummy...? Is something the matter?" 

                            "No- baby! No. I just wanted you to know."  

Next Chapter!

                              

Memories

The day of the move had come, and Kyle stood procrastinating on his front porch. The movers stumbled in and out with boxes and heavy furniture; not even battering an eyelash to the man standing before them work dodging, who seemed to be going over something in his head. But Kyle didn't care. He had given his own time to assist the movers with the heavy load, and assist he did! Couldn't he stand on his own front porch? This had been his and his families home for years! Even now, he thought about the first time him and Camilla had fumbled clumsily across the threshold, newly in love and newly married. How she looked at him with those eyes of hers. Eyes of hazel that had fixed their gaze only on him and no other. He let out a defeated sigh, as his face fell, and an image of her took over his mind. She had been so beautiful, but yet- so ugly on the inside. 

       "Fuck her-" He said to himself, and began searching anxiously around him for the box containing all his office documents. 

          "Shit! Where is it?!" He tugged on wrapped up rugs, and moved pictures out the way encase he accidentally shoved the box behind the frames. But it seemed to be missing... He gave himself a mental beating in the hopes of managing to make himself remember, but for the love of all things good- he could not think of where he'd left it. 

          "Elizabeth?!-" He shouted, some moments passed... And his teenage daughter still hadn't replied back to him. So he tried again. 

           "Elizabeth?!-" All that took notice were the birds in the sky, flying aimlessly no doubt? And then Kyle grew agitated. 

            "Bloody - well - sake Elizabeth, can you get your arse over here? I've been calling you for ten minutes!" 

Elizabeth strolled over to the front porch where her dad had been yelling- Probably cause of me... She thought. It had been weird for them at first. Living at home without Camilla. Taking things at a steady pace, waiting for the turnout; and it seemed as though this was it. Move house. Nothing original there then... But she remained hopeful just the same. 

                "Dad, I couldn't hear you... why were you shouting?" Her expression unaltered. 

                "Couldn't you hear me? I was shouting you-" 

                 "Oh... Well... I was in the garage arranging my cd's. That box has been in there for ages, so I figured I might as well sort through what ones I want to keep, and what ones I want to chuck." She flicked her hair with the fresh afternoon breeze that swept through the garden, and made her way up the stairs for the house. 

                  "Wait-" Elizabeth waited. "Where are you going? We still have loads to load up and its getting later and later..." Kyle groaned. 

The removal men passed by, still minding their own business whilst Elizabeth digressed, and her dad sulked. If he didn't want to do the work, why did he wanna move?! But Elizabeth knew why, and she did sympathise with him- a little bit. But deep down in her most secret thoughts she blamed her dad for the way things turned out. Before everything with her mum came to the surface; her dad had been really withdrawn. That stupid book of his was to blame for all of this! And to some degree, she stood correct. "The Quiet Town" which had claimed the top spot as best selling novel back in 2010, and earning him the 'Booker Prize' award had unconventionally taken over his life. In preparation for his new book Kyle had taken it upon himself to sleep on the sofa at night; in hopes of avoiding Camilla, (worried she'd take away his 'focus'); and he had practically lived in his office. At one point Elizabeth couldn't recall having seen her dad for more than a week! 

               "Dad? I'm going up stairs to my room, to get my suitcase. What exactly is it you want?" Better lose the attitude, She thought. 

                "What? Now?! I thought I told you to pack that stuff in the car already?" Kyle leaned back in his already opposing stance awaiting her response. Does he want an argument? 

               "Dad? Come on. I'm tired. We've been packing all day. I swear I'm getting a blister?! Its just been a really long day! I don't particularly want to move house and I'm not too happy that we are!" She turned her back to him in a huff and carried on with her original plan. Finally getting her trunks in the boot of the car. 

                   "Lizzie- don't be a spoilt brat. Have you seen my office box?" His quizzical stare had gone unnoticed and his voice was lost along with the wind. But Kyle continued his search. He hadn't mean't coming along as harsh, the last person Kyle wanted to upset was Elizabeth. He just didn't realise how all the points Lizzie had raised had been affecting him too. That's when he decided to walk down the stairs and saunter over to an abandoned coffee table that held boxes containing papers. He scanned the papers twice, each resulting with nothing. Wrong box, he thought. 

There was still clutter prominent on the front garden, and it seemed to be taking these removal men longer than Kyle anticipated- clearly! But soon enough the clouds had separated in the sky and the moon had relinquished the sun from the day time making way for its glorious entry into night. And with cars loaded up, the Belle's were finally ready to make their way over to their new house. 

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Meanwhile, across the slopes and near the centre of town was the Quebec house. Standing complacently amongst the rearing town centre night life and loud crowds, nearly everyone knew the Quebec's. They were a friendly bunch, consisting of Clinton, Vanessa, and Jamie. But Jamie knew Elizabeth Belle from way back- primary school even! Having always been friends. But tonight, things remained quiet as usual... Vanessa cooking the families favourite meal of mac and cheese and Clinton nestled in front of television. 

As Vanessa went around cooking up a treat and adding tantalising spices and herbs to the mixture, she hummed a happy tune and danced around the kitchen. Cooking came easy to Vanessa as it had always done, and wearing her favourite dress made her feel like one of those 1960 housewives! Blissfully unaware of the hazardous things that transpired outside her safe abode. 

And when everything was all washed up and put away- dinner served, Vanessa could finally relax with a, " Bon appetite!" 

Yes. The Quebec's were innocent enough; working, paying taxes, their national insurance, all in the duty of being good citizens. 

                           "Hey hun? Where's Jay? She still not back yet?" Clinton stopped mid flow before ingesting another sloppy mouthful. 

                             "Hmm... I'm not too sure? Maybe she's back at the Belle's?" 

                            "No I don't think so. Wasn't it today she said that they were gonna be moving?" Vanessa raised her eyebrow's in thought containing the mild panic she felt. Oh no! was it today? Must remember! Think, think, think, think! Think DAMMIT!  

                            "Umm..." Oh jeez, I can't remember! Why does he always ask me as if I know?!

                       "Have you rung her today?" Clinton pried some more. 

                              "Well- Clinton, I have been rather busy today... so I assume I forgot? Besides! It's not as if she answers when I ring her anyway..." Vanessa could breathe happy again and preyed the topic of conversation would change. 

                             "Oh! I don't know?" Clinton put down his fork and rested his hands at the sides of his plate. "What is it with that girl? You know I haven't seen her to speak to in three days! Are you sure when you spoke to her she said nothing was up?" 

                             "Yes love- she did. She asked me to stop badgering her and to leave her alone..." Vanessa hovered her fork in the air waiting for Clinton's response, as undoubtedly he'd have one. 

                               "Vanessa- your too easy on the girl! Don't you know she needs boundaries? She can't just stay at a mates house and not come home for two days! God knows where she's been?!" Clinton brushed his lap and pushed back from the table to stand, he was worried about his daughter; what if something bad had happened to her and he had remained blissfully unaware of the fact?! What if she was in a ditch?! What if she had been violated! What if she was in dire need of him and he'd forgotten her! Loads of thoughts attacked his brain like flashes of light, each flash being another visual of his daughter falling victim to some major catastrophe beyond his control. 

So Clinton rang his daughter's phone waiting despondently for her voice to greet him on the other end. It rang, and rang and rang...

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The night time didn't reflect the beauty the house beheld, in Kyle's mind. At this point in time he was beyond the verge of just being pissed off, he was fucked off! It had taken all day from eight thirty in the morning to wait on remover's; lug heavy furniture in and out of the house, and then when finally getting to the new house- waiting on the lorries to drop off the rest of the furniture from storage!

Yes. Today had been a very long day. Kyle felt it, Elizabeth had felt it, and now that all the work was done Kyle felt cheated. 

And the time had come when Kyle could finally relax. Breathing in and out whilst hearing- nothing. Complete peace and quiet which was welcomed, and missed. Thoroughly missed. Kyle liked time to himself... When things seemed impossible to overcome he would just sit by his self and brood. But it didn't seem like brooding, just in deep thought- perhaps? He could see all his life play out in front of him... all the good times... the bad times... all the times that made him think twice. Like Camilla... Sixteen years they had been married! And it wasn't as though he hadn't done right by her, he just put himself first- for once... He could see it all now. The arguments- the lies- the hurt- the betrayal... especially the betrayal. 

Then an image of them would appear. Lying, cheating, deceiving...

Then another image! Two bodies entwined and intimate- intimate then he and Camilla had ever been, engrossed in heated love; powered by passion and driven by a compelling need, to destroy. 

Destroy his world and destroy his entire being. Destroy a life he thought was worth everything in the world to possess... Just to see it all fall down around him... 

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Indeed. The betrayal had been the worst part. And now thats all Kyle could see. Him and her. His best friend, and his wife. But Kyle could do no more than let out a contented sigh. Right now, he had come out on top- not letting her get to him too much. She had already taken away everything, he had nothing else to give. It was over. They were over. Dammit. She'd already seen to it that she invested in a good lawyer, and sent out the divorce papers. She had no heart at all and couldn't care less about what happened to him. And this gave Kyle a plan. The only reason why she'd send out divorce papers is so I'd sign them and send them off straight away... Kyle's mind continued to drift. Well... He thought. Maybe I'll just forget... 

Yes! I'll just simply forget.... 

Next Chapter!

Old friends

Old Friends

Something Camilla always despised was lunches. She didn't know why? She just did. Getting dolled up to look like she gave a damn about herself and how she looked when just meeting simple 'friends' as if it was a big deal?! Uhhh! I just fucking hate it!  she harnessed the thought to herself, and tried reining in the annoyance she felt by telling herself it would all be over before she knew it. But deep down, the hassle she had gone through by trying to persuade Richard (the cook who still worked for her husband) to come in and do a little light cooking for her and her companion was way harder than she thought it would be. Why couldn't he just 'do' whenever she clicked her fingers minus all the use of expletives, upon giving her an answer? 

Opening the door with a huge smile plastered on her face and a look that could convince anybody she was really truly happy to see them, was all it took to persuade Gretchen Alloway. An old friend of Camilla's and an old sparring partner, these two weren't always pals, and it always made Camilla laugh how things did change with time. But its not as if they fought often, not like that could ever have been acceptable here, in Spring County?! But the odd sarcastic comment was enough to compel both of them in believing that neither one of them liked the other enough to spend more than two minutes in each-others company - which is why at first they only spoke in passing; obviously being far too busy to stop and chat! But events changed and there was reasons why they began to see eye to eye with another.

    "Oh, Camilla you look so beautiful! How bloody long has it been?" Gretchen started by hauling her into a hug. 

      "I dunno? But you don't look any different! What on earth have you been doing with yourself?" Camilla gave her the once over and sniggered to herself at the thought of Gretchen having lost weight, she was way smaller than she had ever been... Its obvious she's gonna point it out...

      "Oh, shut up you! Did you think I was born yesterday? I know when your having me on! Don't tell me you can't notice how skinny I am?!" Gretchen emphasised a blink to her friend and did a turn, waiting for her response. 

Feigning her surprise and immediately faking interest, Camilla continued making amends as best she could, false flattery she thought.  Its not as if she didn't care about her friends triumphs... well... she just didn't care!

     "Look Camilla. Surgery can get you anything you want. But enough about me. What have you been doing with yourself?" Having left the space open, Gretchen waited nervously. Something was odd with Camilla... why did she request that she drive all the way into town? Her house was up the hill...what was this place anyway? 

          "I'm not gonna pretend that its been easy Chenny... But truth is. I'm getting a divorce!" The shrill gasp from Gretchen was like a high pitch scream in Camilla's ears! What was it with her over exciting behaviour? Couldn't she just exclaim sadly like everybody else had done upon hearing the news. 

             "Yeah... Its a surprise. But look! This is our daughter's town house, and for the meantime - my new home. Isn't it gorgeous?" Camilla presented another fake smile, but it wasn't as effective. Gretchen knew all of Camilla's ploys. 

            "You wanted a divorce from your husband whose some big shot author?!" Damn! Have to reel in the happiness, and bring out the fake tears, Camilla thought to herself. 

           "It's not as easy as all that!" Camilla said whilst turning away from her friend. But before turning the whole one eighty she felt a soft hand impose on her own and limply pull her over towards the sofa.  

                "It may not be easy beautiful, but thats why I'm here. Come on." 

To tell you the truth brashness of it all had surprised even Camilla, never recalling a time when her friend had been this imposing. Maybe she had her fooled the whole time? Or maybe her friend was just looking for an excuse to play the 'compassionate' role? drudging along behind her, Camilla let out a deep exhale when finally being released from her friends clutches and took a seat beside her. How Chenny's gonna hate me after I tell her the truth, Camilla thought along to herself. But maybe she could pull her onto her side... make her see that all she did was to gain back some control over herself? What?! Who was she kidding? She didn't need allies! Camilla Harding never needed anybody to be on her side, or to pretend as though they cared for her! She was an independent woman who could take care of herself! One way or the other... Being married to that prick had been arduous enough; without the thought of having to explain her actions to the likes of others!

              "Now. Tell me from the beginning." Gretchen began, making her way next to Camilla, who sat with the straightest posture Gretchen had ever seen, all that etiquette having paid off of course.   

Gretchen had tried to take it all in and be as understanding as possible, but there was only so many excuses someone could make. That's all Camilla had, excuses. So far Gretchen gathered that being married to a fine specimen of man - Gretchen considered, was hard work from where Camilla was concerned. She kept repeating herself too, as if needing to convince herself that she did the right thing; up and leaving her fifteen year old daughter in the process. But Gretchen could see through the charade, and the obvious atonement Camilla seeked from her daughter, who Gretchen thought might not be in the forgiving mood. Nope. In Gretchen's mind; cheating on your husband with his friend was never permissible, so how come Camilla seemed so compelled to think otherwise? At one point, she was even hunched over in tears, hat strewn across the floor, and weeping sorrowfully at what she had done to her daughter.

If thats all it took, Gretchen thought - then her own mother would have forgiven her... But as it was, she undeniably went to the grave having not spoken to Gretchen for twenty two years. 

       "Hhm" Said Gretchen and up went Camilla. 

             "Look. Chenny. I know what you must be thinking. *Sob* And I just want you to know that... *Sob- sob - sob* I'm not... *sob* that sorta person to just - sleep with some random guy!" Camilla said,blurting the last part out. 

              "I know, Camilla... I know." An awkward silence.... "But after all he was Kyle's publicist." Darn! Thought Gretchen, something for sure Camilla would never allow her to take back. 

            "But, I didn't know him that well- "

           "Of course you didn't! I'd hope that even you would have a shred of human decency." Camilla gave away a hurt look and tried to pretend to gather her bearings, aha! This is coming along so swell! Camilla thought. Shows how well she really knows me! 

The lunch had better be ready by the end of this, cause Camilla was bound to wear herself out from all the pacing she was doing.

     "Camilla, can you stop walking around, for fuck sake?" Which managed to yank Camilla back to reality. 

        "I know you think its all a lie-"

       "Well then, convince me otherwise... Tell me this wasn't just one of your latest schemes." That bitch! Who the f- wait. I can't stop the act. Not now! I'm having fun...

       "Chenny... how can you say that to me? After all the years you've known me. After everything, you should believe me when I tell you we were in love-!"

This time, Gretchen knew she was having her on. In love?! Camilla had never been in love. She had even known deep down that even Kyle; lucky as Gretchen thought Camilla had been in marrying him, had never really loved him. Camilla had big hopes, big dreams, but she had been real immature - a trouble maker. 

        "In love you say?!" Gretchen could hardly believe herself! 

         "Yes-"

   

        "What?! I'm not stupid!" Gretchen implied, harshly. 

         "Sweet heart, lets not fight..." Camilla sniffed, whilst delicately handling her shades to wipe away the tears and smudges her eye make up had made.  

Gretchen, having walked up to confront her, stopped in front of her waiting for a reaction. Which usually wouldn't be for both parties to burst out in fits of laughter!

            "Oh, honestly honey! What Bull shit you do come out with?!" All past anger and resentment replaced with relief and alleviation, with regular fits of giggles from Camilla. 

            "Well I wanted to know how far I could go with the whole thing-"

           "How far you could go?! More like drone on for Watling's sake! I thought I was gonna have to break your little charade up myself!" Both women looked at each other and let out a heavy sigh trying to make the hurt from laughing too much subside. Still giggling like prattling girls. 

            "Oh, but Chenny you don't disappoint do you?" Gretchen pulled a questionable expression.

            "Nope. Did you think I would? Let you have all the fun and happily have you take me along for the ride?! I don't bloody well think so!" 

                    "Oh, love it is really good to see you!" Camilla related whilst giving Gretchen a quick peck on the cheek, before starting to forcedly tug at her old friend. 

Oh yes. Thick as thieves it seemed these two were... All false charms and witty humour, at the misfortune of others. 

            "So it was all true then...? You did love this Mark character?" Gretchen's interests were piqued.

             "Why? Heavens no!" Camilla forced out, followed by roaring laughter. But then she grew serious, and withdrew into herself, looking away from Gretchen's obnoxious stares. 

               "Every time I let him touch me I felt every bit less of human... hardly believing what I was doing to myself- let a lone my baby girl... Elizabeth..." Her mind wandered. "My little girl is back there in that prison... all alone, without me..." She began to recapitulate all the times she had been the most happiest, and each thought led straight back to Elizabeth. Her daughter's long dark mane of hair and strikingly beautiful face, which always had a smile; even though in Camilla's mind there had been nothing at all to smile about. 

                       "I would shrivel away from Mark at times just to forbid him from stealing glances at me. He made me sick! Even the thought of him now makes me want to hurl myself and heave, until the mere memory of him is forced up to!" 

Gretchen looked Solemnly at Camilla, never having seen this side of her and thinking her rather vulnerable, before saying:

                     "Was bedding him really that bad?" 

But Camilla didn't want to visualise him at all, and hated her friend for making her do so. 

            "He's not a man... damn it! He's not human! But I hate Kyle more..." 

With that Gretchen strolled up beside her in a teasing manner, and said:

              "That's my girl..." 

Next Episode!

Okay! So this is the first taste! I am so in love with Camilla and her devious ways, I could of written the interaction of these two for hours and hours! But with that in mind I hope people give it a chance because there's so much more to come! 

   Thank you to those who do give it a chance and read, much appreciated :)