Episode 9 - Running Scared
Chloe ran smoothly up the street, Nikes pounding rhythmically against the pavement. She loved to run, to clear her mind and build her body. She also loved the attention she recieved by motorists both male and female. She shot past a couple of fat power walkers, grinning with the superiority she felt as she overtook them. She knew they would be glaring at her muscled back, jealous of her and they would step up their own pace in retaliation until they keeled over, red faced and puffing.
A dog shot out from a yard and chased her. She kicked out at it and it ran off yelping. She got back into her rhythm and crossed the road, nearly getting wiped out by a volkswagon beetle. The driver screamed abuse and she continued on, oblivious to his curses. Once she was in the 'zone' very little disturbed her concentration. She was in a world of her own, so much so she didn't notice the black sedan cruising at a safe distance.
She thought of Sara and what her next plan of attack would be. She fancied her, wanted her and she would get her. She wished she hadn't made the comment about being inside her thighs. Sara seemed rather stubborn and feisty under that country bumpkin persona and Chloe had the feeling that she wouldn't give herself up just to be obstinate. She knew that Sara was attracted to her, who wouldn't be, but it was up to Chloe to find her weakness.
Since her high school days, Chloe had discovered that very few women hadn't harboured a keen sexual interest in her. She fell into the role of seducer very easily, finding that the easiest road to getting her own way was in the bed. Her first experience had been with the school prefect, who also happened to be the principal's daughter.
Chloe, two years her junior, had fingered her in the gym showers. The prefect had held on to her, moaning, nipples so hard they could cut glass, while Chloe explored her body. All the while, she had been blooming with self satisfaction at her control over the prefect. She wouldn't give anyone lower than herself or her bunch of yuppie mates the time of day in the halls, but there, pushed up against the cold tiles of the shower cubicle, she had been putty in Chloe's hand. Afterwards, the prefect had scurried off flustered and embarrassed. Whenever she saw Chloe in the halls she went bright crimson. Chloe had only smiled. By the time Chloe graduated, she had 'done' several students and an art teacher.
Chloe picked up her pace to a sprint for the final leg of her run. She rounded the corner, took the stairs 3 at a time, and stood panting in front of her door checking her pulse and time. She took her key from under the welcome mat and let herself in. She stripped and showered, moisturised and waxed and ate breakfast.
The black sedan had pulled up across the road again, it's occupant watching Chloe's apartment through binoculars. She caught glimpses of a naked Chloe walking past the living room window. The stranger was glad of Chloe's unabashed flaunting. She never pulled the drapes.
Movement on the ground floor caught her eye and she saw that bitch, Sara, coming out of her flat. Her eyes slitted, glaring at her adversary. Her knuckles grew white as she squeezed the binoculars. She could see Sara's face clearly, one that she would take great glee in messing up.
to be continued... |
