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It’s almost as if Alex has two sides to his personality; like he is two different people, a Jekyll and Hyde character. There’s the sweet and tender side that I like very much, but also a dominant and dangerous side that I constantly feel trying to rise to the surface. It’s the side of him that pressured me into agreeing to exchange sexual favours in return for the money, even after I told him I didn’t want to. That’s the part of him that scares me and the main reason I caution myself to tread very carefully. Then of course, there’s that malevolent aura about him too…that strange sense of being in the presence of something otherworldly…I won’t even go there trying to understand what that’s all about.
Oh, and then there’s the little matter of him potentially stalking me…
Jerking up from the bed, I grit my teeth as a violent ache suddenly shoots straight to my crotch. Fuck! Just thinking about Alex has triggered a chemical reaction and all at once, I’m soaked with feelings of uncontrollable lust. My whole body is on fire. Sparks of sexual desire ripple through my veins and my private parts feel in a constant state of arousal.What the heck is going on?Once more I fear for my sanity. It’s like hidden hands are forcing me to get up and act on impulse to satisfy this wild burning from within.
Dazed and jittery, I stumble out of bed, make my way quietly up the dark corridor to the kitchen and switch on the lights. Opening the fridge, I rummage around frantically in search of something, anything I can use as a substitute.
A Coke bottle?Nope, too hard…
A banana?No, too squishy…
A bottle of ketchup?Not the right shape…
At last, I settle for a cucumber and hurriedly sneak it back to my bedroom, hoping and praying my mum doesn’t find out what I’m up to. Throwing myself on the mattress, I peel down my soaking-wet knickers, spread my legs wide and insert the cucumber deep inside me. I gasp with delight at the cool, hard sensation and feverishly begin fingering my clit while pushing the makeshift dildo in and out of my wet hole to mimic Alex’s mind-blowing thrusts.
Back and forth it goes, each potent hit taking me one step closer to orgasm.Shit, it feels so good to be filled up again.Thrashing my head against the damp pillow, I envisage his demonic face, his hot, muscular body, imagine sweat dripping down the sculpted contours of his abdomen and release a silent cry of ecstasy. The cucumber is not nearly substantial enough, nowhere near long enough or thick enough, but it will have to do. Before long, I bring myself to a warm, pleasing climax that is not nearly as good as what I’ve felt with Alex but enough to satisfy my needs—for now. Jesus, what has the man done to me? It’s like I’m insatiable, like I’m addicted to him…or addicted to his cock. If this thing doesn’t let up soon, then I am in deep, deep trouble.
The second I arrive at work the next day, Amina grabs my arm, drags me into the ladies’ toilets and securely locks the door behind us. Her face is alive with excitement, and I swear I’ve never seen her so happy. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her crack a genuine smile until now.
“What’s going on? Why have you pulled me in here?”
“Where the hell have you been?” Amina hisses. “You’re so bloody hard to get hold of these days. Didn’t your mother tell you I tried calling you yesterday?”
“No,” I say. “What’s up? Has something happened?”
“Haven’t you heard?”
“Heard what?”
“Oh my gosh, what planet are you on? You’re really out of the loop, aren’t you?” Grinning broadly, she snatches another glance at the locked door, then pulls me in so close I can feel her breath on my face. “You won’t believe this. Guess what? Somebody burned down Georgina Wickham’s house.”
“What? No! Are you kidding?”
“Hold on, you need to hear the rest. So apparently, she had some wild party last Tuesday and some fucking legend threw a petrol bomb and set the whole place alight. How crazy is that?”
My mouth drops open. “Oh. My. God. I can’t believe it. Was anybody…was anybody hurt?”
“Actually no. Neighbours called the fire brigade and they managed to get everyone out in time. By some miracle, almost everyone got out okay. Well, all except for Georgina…”
My heart skips a beat. “What happened to her? Is she…is she…?”
“Dead?” Amina shakes her head. “No, sadly the bitch will live, but one of her arms is severely burnt, hallelujah. Apparently, she’s going to need a skin graft. How fucking crazy is that? Oh, and my trusted source tells me her parents went completely apeshit when they got back to find their house burnt down. She is in so much trouble right now, it’s unreal.”
“Do they know who did it?” I ask, trying not to let my voice shake.
“No. But now that you mention it, one of the neighbours did say they saw a suspicious black car in the vicinity just after the explosion. They didn’t get the license plate or anything and to be fair, it could be completely unrelated.”
A black car? Alex drives a black Range Rover. Please, please don’t tell me he is behind this…
“Jess, are you okay? You look a bit sick.”
“I-I’m fine. Just shocked, I guess. Wow, I can’t believe anyone would do something like that.”
She shoots me a look. “Oh, please! How many enemies does that bitch have? Nobody likes her. Half of south London can’t stand her and would quite cheerfully hire a hitman to take her out. So it could have been anyone. It could have been her drug dealer. Who knows? All I know is, the girl liked to play with matches and she got herself burned. I want to high-five whoever did it. As far as I’m concerned, they did us all a favour. That evil cow has had this coming to her for years. Do you know how many kids’ lives she destroyed in school? How many kids were made suicidal by her bullying? Maybe this experience will mellow her out and get her to reconsider being such a cold psychopathic bitch all the time. You never know, it could be the making of her…”
I nod my head absently. I can’t hear a word she’s saying. My insides feel like they are collapsing. Fuck! If Alex did do this, then I have got a serious problem on my hands. I admit to spending years fantasising about the many ways I’d like Georgina Wickham to die a slow and painful death, but now that she’s finally got her comeuppance, I don’t know how to feel about it.
Yes, the years of bullying were terrible and what she did to me recently was despicable. But committing arson…and attempted murder? That just takes things to a whole other level. And what about the other people at that party? Innocent people who might have been injured or even killed if things had turned out differently? What then? Whoever carried out the attack doesn’t seem to have been concerned by this. They acted indiscriminately, not caring who else might have been hurt in the process.
