The Game Of Lust

The Gossip Girls

Regina's pov

After my expedition in the rain, I came up with a nasty cold and stayed off work for a couple of days, with I spent in Vivian's house. That way I wouldn't have to deal with any unwanted visitors, certain that no one knew Vivians apartment. After, the third day, I was well but chose to stay off work and told them I was still unwell, I wasn't ready to face him, I wasn't ready to face the others as well, after the humiliating incident.

I spent the weekend with my dad and brother, played a little bit of golf though It wasn't as simple as i had imagined. Dad and Alfred suddenly disappeared from my presence, leaving me behind and fortunately for me I was the only lady there and all the men watched me lustfully like the last slice of pastry on a plate.

It wasn't my lack of skill that caught their attention, but nonetheless I found it amusing that men still found me attractive, though a number of them were old geezers.

A Young man out of the many prying eyes pointed at me, walked up to me in a strip collared golf shirt and dark brown pants, he had his hands in his pockets.

“I couldn't help but notice you struggle a bit … allow me to assist you,” he said, swaggering towards me.

“Good morning I'm Francis,” he smiled and took my hand to his thin chapped lips and kiss it.

“I'm Regina,” I replied rescuing my hand from his grip.

“Lovely to meet you.” he scanned me before speaking again, “Allow me.”

Francis took the club from me and set a ball on top of the tee.

“Is this your first time Regina? ”

He swung the club and struck the ball, sending it flying meters and meters away.

“Yes, it must be quiet obvious” I chuckled. I was just eager to try it,” I said, keeping both my hands behind myself.

“Then let me teach you a little bit,” a smile cut across his square face.

“please teach me what you know, ”

He handed me my gold club and told me where to stand as well as how to to stand, his many great instructions left him standing behind me. He asked me to lean my back foward to strike a hit. I did as I was told and just when I leaned forward, I realised how close he standing, his fly was brushing gently against my ass. I turned around only to sight Alfred in the distance, marching towards us. I knew what he would say and I wanted to prove to him that I could handle myself, I was offended by Francis's s****l advances, he was coming on too strong but I wouldn't let Alfred notice, I wouldn't let him see me as a child he needed to protect when we were the same age.

And I certainly didn't want to get Alfred's famous “You should've been more careful” look, so I began to giggle and act obvious to Francis's actions, before I could strike the ball he reached us with a scornful look on his face. I knew just what he would do and in this case i couldn't complain, I moved away as he stood between us. Just as I expected he quickly dismissed Francis with the usual frown and unmannerly habit of refusing handshakes.

“What was that for?” I asked, pretending to be annoyed when really I was glad.

“You obviously weren't interested in him.” he said sternly, crossing his hands over my chest like a jealous wife.

“But He was so nice” I said grinning at Francis who was now yards away from us.

“They always seem nice but did you notice the wedding ring he had on?” Alfred mentioned in a tarty tone.

“He had a wedding ring on? ” I turned, startled by his discovery, even though I already noticed the wedding the moment he took my hand up for a kiss.

“I have a really good eye for things like this,” he said proudly with a smug look on his face. He acted as if he was the only honourable man out there, condemning other men for the things he was also guilty of doing. Alfred spoke of himself so high handed as though we were not siblings and that I'd be unaware of how unfaithful he was with the littlest of commitments. I waited for him for praise himself and when he was done, I faced him.

“You know so much about this cause you're not so innocent yourself,” I blurted out, to avoid his shock, I opened a can of bottled water and skipped away gingerly.

My brother looked different, he seemed different, he still found great joy taunting me but that wasn't it, there was something not there anymore, he seemed sober somehow, and attentive. I couldn't help but worry about his well being, not that these changes were negative but still I worried, I never got to ask him about himself cause dad was there with us and Alfred liked to pretend that all was well in front of our parents. Dad dropped me off at my place, the last place I wanted to be, all because I couldn't tell him I was squatting at a friend's place in order to avoid a certain someone in short I was running from my overbearing boss, I was still mad at him.

I decided it was time to finally have my car repair, no longer could I live that way, jumping trains and cabs under the rainy weather. I missed the comfort of my car and I really didn't want to walk in the rain anymore or be forced to ride with Cole.

I also couldn't afford attending another kids birthday party for the sake of getting a ride home, so I called a mechanic and had it fixed. I to revamp the romantic relationship between my car and I, that Sunday I took a joy ride around town, i'd forgotten how much it meant to me, the car was my eighteenth birthday present from my dad, I couldn't let the memories die so easily. It would be a weekend of self care, I first went to a spa and had my nails done, something I hadn't done in ages. “This time I was going to be about myself and no one else” I thought. Afterwards I went to a boutique and bought myself comfortable clothes and work clothes as well. I stood in front of a large mirror, checking out the tight fitted leather pants I had on, I always wore loose fitted jeans but wanted to try new things this time around. It was way too tight for me, I found it difficult to sit or to bend over in it as I posed in front of the mirror, I'd forgotten how good I looked in leather pants. While I admired my curves in the mirror, I noticed a person approaching me from behind a rack of expensive coats, I assumed it was one of the workers.

“Oh my, I knew it was you Gina!”

I turned slowly, registering the voice, it was high pitched and childlike and belonged to no one else but Sharon.

“Sharon!” I called out in shock as she jumped into my arms and wiggled me tightly.

“How've you been?” I asked, looking for the nearest escape routes.

“I'm alright Gina dear, Where've you been this past week? ” she freed me from her arms and stood, swinging from side to side with excitement, she was dressed in a peach colored two piece, a sweater like top and track pants, the first four buttons were free and made way for her perky boobs. The outfit hugged her body like another layer of skin, though it had a soft and towel like texture. Sharon simply looked like a walking doll.

“Uhh … yea I uhh … stayed somewhere close to work cause of weather.” I stuttered.

She peered at me with suspicion in her eyes, searching for something

I wasn't yet aware of.

“I've been trying to reach you for a week Regina.”

“I'm sorry about that.”

She turned around and called over three other ladies who were standing by a mannequin in work out clothes.

“Becca, Sam guys come over her!”

They abandoned the mannequin and rushed to stand by her side, I wondered when she made so many other friends,but she acted like Vivian and I were all she had.

“Guys this is my dear friend Regina, she's my maid of honor,” she announced in a smug tone.

“Oh my gosh, so this is Regina huh?”

The other lady exclaimed, it seemed to me that this unfamiliar lady had already heard so much about me, regarding her confirmation. They all looked similar, perhaps it was the matching outfits that threw me off but I was glad sharon finally got clueless friends like herself.

“ok, I'm gonna go now, ” I said turning away. She darted to me held on to my arm. “I'm so happy I bumped into you Gina and speaking of wedding please help me pick out a wedding dress.”

“what?”

“Pretty please” she purred, rubbing her made up face on my shoulder like a cat, looking for attention.

“Yea sure ” I quickly agreed jn order to avoid any more if her agitating gestures.

I pulled me away, to a different part of boutique. I sat with her other friends and we all waited patiently for her to show us some of her choices

She trottered out of the dressing room in an off white princess gown, her breasts were pressed tightly together like it was duck taped . She could hardly breath. The hands were covered in dry itchy lace.

“What do you guys think? ” she asked adjusting her boobs in the dress.

The ladies looked to each other quietly before answering, “ Oh my gosh Sharry! You look gorgeous,” one of them said and the others nodded. I remained quiet rather perplexed by the nick name, ‘ Sharry’

“What do you think Regina?” she turned to me, all of me wanted to agree so she would look like a Nineteenth century harlot on her wedding but I couldn't.

“You look like you can't breath” I said out of concern for her.

“Well it's nothing I can't manage, ” she forced her lips into a smile.

“Why would want to manage on your wedding? ”

She paused with her mouth open then slowly walked back into the dresser with one of the sale's clark.

She returned quickly in another frightening dress, it was a corseted dress and long as well, it had long rubbery sleeves on it and her boobs spilled from the top.

“ I really want something sexy and unique,” she said and posed “What do you guys think of this one ? ”

“You look breath taking! ” one spouted happily, she didn't only look breath taking she looked breathless as well.