In It To Win It [The Sociopath’s Script 1]

Eight years ago: At St. George Medical College; a young sprightly Sandra Hill and her friend Shannon Clair were the first to burst out of the doors from their lecture hall. They energetically waltzed through the hallways in giddy anticipation of their college break. Shannon met Sandra at the college. Despite not knowing much about one another at the time, they both still felt the urge to label themselves as best friends forever (BFFs); which isn’t an uncommon phenomenon amongst female relationships. Those were the good old days; days when everything was much simpler… days when the only thing to worry about was studying for tests… and the days when the only thing to consume your thoughts was campus boys hitting on you. Sandra was a nice young lady who hailed from a respectable middle-class background. She was naive in nature, but was still an admirable character that was capable of surprises. Shannon was however an enigma. She kept her background secret due to the fact that it was quite sketchy. She came from a meager background and was understandably fervent to make something out of herself in life. Calling her extremely determined was quite the understatement. Having developed a full figure ‘8’ body by the time she was at the tender age of fifteen, Shannon paid her tuition herself via stripping and occasionally dabbling in harlotry. She made quite a lot just by shaking her cookies on stage. However, that wasn’t enough for her; she liked an assured way of life so she slept around for a hefty price; a young high-class escort and the demand for her in comparison to other hookers was staggering. That part of her life was kept clandestine from anyone who closely knew Shannon. She didn’t want anyone to find out about it; especially her friend Sandra. On the way to the top; all is fair in love and war. So Shannon developed a plan; a full-proof plan that required a painstaking amount of patience; a plan that would guarantee her a life in affluence for as long as she would live! And the plan Shannon developed became the main thesis of this tale! * * * * Being the good girl-pal that she was, Shannon had set up her friend with various young lads that proved to be a disaster from the get-go. However, on that particular week leading to that day, she met with a 24 year old lad that proved to be quite fitting. Shannon couldn’t wait for her friend to meet the young man she couldn’t help but incessantly talk up. The youthful coeds sashayed to the bathroom adjacent to the lecture halls and both set up their make-up kits on the sink. As Sandra freshened up her looks, Shannon was smearing cherry lip-gloss and simultaneously reassuring her friend, “Trust me, Sandy; you are gonna love him. Don’t judge him by the way he looks. He’s a genuine sweet-heart and he easily breaks.” A skeptical look instantly engulfed Sandra’s face and she was quick to point out her concerns, “First of all; where did you even meet this guy? Secondly; no thanks! I’m not falling for that one again; not after the guy you tried to set me up with last fall.” “Patrick? You mean Patrick? What was wrong with Patrick, Sandy? He’s rich!” A sardonic snigger immediately escaped Sandra, “Really, Shannon? What wasn’t wrong with him? He might be rich, but that’s all he has. He was dull, shallow, selfish, self-centered and the icing on the cake; he had the biggest nose I’ve ever seen; oh and huge teeth to complement his fascia. And just in case you are forgetting; my dad is also well on the way to getting rich. Wealth isn’t a factor here anymore, Shannon. My dad gets me whatever I want these days anyway.” Shannon immediately became defensive as she followed her best friend out of the lavatory; still trying to justify setting up Sandra with ‘Big Nose Patrick’. They strolled towards the exit of the building as Shannon continued, “His nose wasn’t that big, darling. You are exaggerating. And since you are the one who brought your father up… is he seeing anybody?” “You are not dating my father, Shannon!” Shannon laughed, “Come on, Sandra; your dad is not seeing anybody. It wouldn’t be so bad if I became the next Mrs. Owen Hill. Then you and I can become sisters with the same name haha…” She paused and thought for a second “…Wait… I’ll become your mother… your rich stepmom who spoils you! Are you telling me you don’t want that? I know you’ve always wanted a mom… come on, hook me up with your dad and you’ll have the coolest mother you could ask for! I know you want it…” Sandra barked back, “Of course I don’t want that, Shannon! You’ll be sleeping with my dad! Oh s**t… I can’t believe I just said that out loud...” She almost gagged, “… Plus, you just want him for his money; which isn’t that much right now anyway!” “Yes, it isn’t much right now; but his company is growing rapidly and I know that soon… y’all will probably be billionaires. Let me into the family, Sandy. I know I can give Mr. Owen Hill the best v****a he’s ever had in his life… I’m talking 21 year old p***y! Don’t c**k-block your own dad…” Sandra acted as though she was hurling. She complained, “You’re gonna make me puke.” “Come on, Sandy; I’m only kidding.” Sandra digested the sentiment from her best friend’s lips. Although she put it as a yarn, something inside told Sandra that Shannon wasn’t just joking; she secretly wanted Mr. Owen Hill, Sandra’s dad. And which lady wouldn’t? The man was what ladies referred to as a total babe! Sandra Hill’s suspicion was right; Shannon did in fact secretly want to date Mr. Owen Hill. She however didn’t know whether she was only attracted to her BFF’s father just for the money or if it was something else that drew her to him like a moth to a flame. Unlike Sandra, who dated men in her age group, Shannon was quite fond of older men. And Mr. Owen Hill was not only worth 10 million dollars and rapidly growing in affluence, he was also quite striking in appearance. Sandra’s father had a chiseled physique, handsome rugged facial features and money flowing out of his pockets. Ten million dollars is still a substantial amount of money. Sandra Hill remarked as she paced herself down the campus steps, “Look Shannon; it’s not just about money.” Shannon carried on with her argument, “What’s with you and not wanting money, girl? You don’t want it; you don’t want me to have it: what’s with you? I’m telling you right now; I’m setting you up with a guy who is a poor hustler. And I better not hear you complain!” “Money isn’t everything, Shannon. I need a relationship to be meaningful and exciting. That’s why I’m not dating Patrick. If this other guy is as good as you say he is then I’ll date him regardless of his status in society…” Shannon chuckled, “You go ahead and do that. As for me, well, I’d put up with a big nose and some hideous teeth for what Patrick has to offer, girl.” She said as she applied another dose of glitter to her lips whilst walking and looking at her tiny make-up mirror. As they trotted towards the campus parking-lot, they could perceive a thunderous, obnoxious V-twin engine approaching. Following a recent comment from Shannon, Sandra carried on her ‘Patrick bashing’, “Are you kidding me, Shannon? Whenever he sneezed, I was afraid his brain would come flying out of the bat-caves he called nostrils…” Shannon giggled as Sandra continued, “… And I was also terrified that his huge teeth would bite and dig into his chest whenever he bowed down his head.” The duo stopped their stride beside Shannon’s red Volkswagen Beetle. The motorcycle’s V-twin engine roar was getting closer and closer; setting off car alarms in its wake. The biker was about 60 yards away and forthcoming. At that time; the custom paint job on the rider’s Harley Davidson Knucklehead was still fresh and sparkling. The biker on it had worn full rider regalia; a black jacket, black helmet, boots and gloves to match; adding a certain panache to his overall ensemble. The back-fire from the bike’s muffled exhaust was earsplitting whenever he twisted the throttle; which added to his style as he expertly maneuvered between the cars and finally skidded to a halt a few yards away from the ladies. He revved the beast once more just to punctuate his arrival. The guy truly understood how to make an entrance. Shannon hugged the youthful 24 year old after he dismounted the beast; and then she introduced her best friend. Shannon had however underestimated the power of destiny. The magnetism on the ‘couple-to-be’ was immediate and intense. Upon seeing the handsome youngster, Sandra was instantly infatuated by his oozing charisma. His smile was enchanting, making her mind instantly race with different scenarios of how their love would play out. Sandra pictured straddling him on his vintage motorbike, holding his waist snugly; with her long silky hair swaying in the wind as they ripped through the open road. She imagined her warm breath on his neck. She even saw his abdomen when he unzipped his leather jacket and envisioned running her fingers through the ripped torso within. Sandra was still in her fantasy world when Clayton’s deep sonorous voice jolted her back to verity, “Hi, I’m Clayton Ray. Shannon told me a lot about you, but I must point out that she never truly explained how hot you are…” the statements made Sandra’s cheeks turn crimson. She was flushed and lightheaded. Her hips began swinging side to side like a little girl scatterbrained in a candy shop as Clayton continued, “…would you like to take a ride on my vintage piece?” Shannon hadn’t yet noticed the overt smoldering chemistry between the two. Her job as cupid was already done. Nevertheless, Shannon instantly got protective of her friend; brushing Clayton’s advances off, she hissed, “Um… sorry, Clay. She was just telling me that she wasn’t interested in a date. I’m sorry that I made you come all the way…” Before she could finish, Sandra cut her statement short in a slight perturbed whisper, “Hey, hey, Shannon! What are you doing? I didn’t say that I didn’t want a date. Please leave… now…” She whispered as she repetitively poked at Shannon’s ribcage using her elbow. Shannon then eyed her friend’s flustered visage and got the hint. She backpedaled to her car as she said, “And you accused me of not being a match-maker. See you later, love…” She turned to Clay, “… take care of her will you?” Shannon then hopped into her car, turned it on and screeched off. After watching Shannon leave, Clayton turned to Sandra, “I’m not a fan of blind dates but I have a good feeling about this one. Tell me; do you like motorcycles?” He asked as if he didn’t already know the answer. Of course, she did. Shannon had already filled in that blank to him about her best friend. What straight-minded college girl wouldn’t like a powerful instrument made of steel and chrome vibrating between her legs? Did I as a writer accidentally infer the wrong statement here? No, I didn’t. You may think that the anecdotal context here is a huge dildo; but you would be wrong. The sentence refers to a classic mean machine expertly constructed in the pre-World War 2 era. It’s a Harley Davidson Knucklehead! Not that an old-school cruiser and a dildo have much of a difference; both have the uncanny ability to get any lady wet; especially when they rumble when the female has straddled them. Any biker knows that secret; the quickest way into a girl’s pants is to have her ride with you for at least twenty minutes; just to be sure. One must keep revving the beast as you go along. By the time you are getting to your destination, half the work is already done for you. Your female passenger should be soaking in her fluids. All male bikers already know that there is no need for the part most men secretly despise; the foreplay. After the ride, it’s onward to the adult deal…… You are welcome for that particular piece of knowledge, non-bikers! And, there’s less carbon dioxide emission! Join the movement! Anyway, Sandra answered Clayton, “Yes, I do love motorcycles, Clay.” “Well then… hop on. Let’s go touring the town.” Sandra approached the bike, blushing as she talked, “So Clay… what do you do?” Clayton Ray patted excess dust off his bike’s passenger seat as he answered, “I’m a musician. I’m still trying to make it out here. There you go…” He said after the seat was sparkling, “…Have a seat.” He spluttered pointing to the passenger’s designated seat on the bike. Chapter Two