Someone for Ransome

Chapter 1

Vivianne

            “Okay ladies and gentlemen, please read chapter four and study for the verbal quiz on Monday morning in English.” I knew that probably half of my students were listening to me and maybe half of those students would really do the studying. I still felt the need to tell them what needed to be done every day before they left. As I watched my students file out of the door headed to the last class of the day, I had a flashback to a darker time in my life and how learning helped me get through it and make something of myself. I learned early on that the only person I could trust was me and only I oversaw my destiny. Learning was something I was great at, so I studied hard and graduated top in my high school class and landing my butt a few full ride scholarships. I became the best in college as well learning five languages other than English. Then landing this great teaching job. Things were going well…

            I do spend my nights alone most of the time. Gabriella and Priscilla my best friends and roommates work the night shifts. So, they sleep while I am at work and leave when I get home. Gabriella works in a bar/club in St. Petersburg and Priscilla works at a gentlemen’s club run by the Bratva. We all have our stories and they are not rainbows and sunshine, and maybe that is one of the reasons we became best friends.

            Tonight, is Priscilla’s 21st birthday and Gabriella invited over to the club to have drinks and dance while she bartends.

            “Ella, yes I promise I’ll be there I wouldn’t do that to Pris, and you know it.” Sighing into the phone I packed up my things and erased the white board. I was given a smart board by the district but something about the marker smell and writing out the language in their alphabet, I do not know, it makes me feel connected. I flip the light switch and lock my door, not really paying attention to Gabriella complain about some drunk Russian hunk she had to listen to all last night.

            “… I swear to God I would stab her eyes out with a spoon if that crazy psycho didn’t leave me alone.” Gabriella rambled on and on as I made my way to my car.

Coming back to the conversation I was practically yelling at Gabriella to slow down so I could understand. “Ella, ELLA… slow down. What are you talking about? Who isn’t leaving you alone? You know I don’t want to bail you out of jail.”

“Oh GOD, Vivi haven’t you been listening to me at all. Not me, although I would do more than just that to a crazy ex, but no the drunk hunk from last night. He kept going on and on about how he needed to find his true mate and how she wouldn’t want him just for his treasure filled basement.”

As I listened to Gabriella tell me again about the man from last night, I started to get this weird feeling like my body was humming. But it was concentrated near my right hip where my awful birthmark was. I would always get picked on for it by other girls. Who has a dragon head shaped birthmark on their body? I wasn’t sure what this meant or why it just started suddenly, but I was determined to find out now.

“What did you say his name was?”

“Oh, he said his name was Ransome Dragomirov. He is the owner and founder of Iron Curtain Security. You know the one that the Bratva uses all the time. Why do you know him Vivi?”

“I don’t know Ella. I have this strange feeling in my hip where that weird birthmark is. But I don’t think I have ever met anyone by that name before. Well I am going to make something to eat and get in the shower. I’ll see you in a little bit, okay?”

As her goodbye to me she reminds me I need to step up my game and wear something super sexy. I just laughed at her and hung up. She was always trying to hook me up and get me laid. Being a virgin at twenty- four wasn’t something to brag about. At times it was difficult, my relationships would always end the same when I wouldn’t give myself up, they would end it. Telling me that it was just an unspoken rule that you be ready to give it all in by like the third date. I have been called many things because I am still a virgin but hey, I don’t mind. One day it will change but until then I can handle myself.

After stepping out of the shower and toweling off, wrapping up my mane I catch myself in the mirror. With the childhood I had it was hard for me to see anything special about myself in the mirror. I was thicker than other Russian women. My chest was also bigger, a good size, like a hand full. My narrow waist and big hips that led to a butt that went on down to thighs made for squeezing a man’s head. This made buying jeans hard. You know you need them big enough to go over those thighs and butt but snug enough to stay up on your hips. The most exotic feature on my body is my hair, it’s a fire orange color that cascades down my back in big curls. With this hair color my eyes are also unique, they are a green color but not a normal green. More like an alive green like when spring starts to bloom, and you have that green color of new life.

Maybe that is why men wanted to get me in bed so bad, to see if I had one of those fiery spirits. Or maybe they wanted to see if the carpet matched the drapes…. Which they do. Whatever the reason I never stayed with a man long and I never gave myself away.

I decided to take Gabriella’s advice after looking in the mirror for beauty. I settled on pulling out all the stops tonight. Starting with my makeup, I applied the eyeliner a little more, and chose a smoky eye color for the shadow. Doing a pale pink color for my lips, I finished with a up do that left some curls hanging around my face.

Running into Gabriella’s room I grabbed her shortest and most revealing dress… oh fine maybe not exactly all those things but to me it was.

I pulled this dress down again for the hundredth time since pulling it over my curves. I knew this was a bad idea, but I was trying to get out of my comfort box. I was looking for bold and sexy and something that screamed I am a hot thick woman.

Oh, I found it all right.

Plunging neckline that showed a good amount of my ample breasts. Long sleeves to help with the chill that was in the air all the time. And a fit like no other. It hugs every curve I have and shows off my body in a way only one of those little black dresses can. It was short though a few inches below my generous ass, so there will be no bending over in this lovely thing.

Oh, and panties, yeah those were not going to happen in this thing. Commando it is because I don’t own any thongs and don’t want panty lines.

Alright here goes nothing. God please help me, I pray as I push open the front door to Bermudy.