Geoff.
I went to see Jayne in the sex shop a couple of days before I got banged up. Jayne isn't shocked by much. I reckon working in a sex shop she has seen almost everything, but when I told her all about my night in the café bog, and on the bus with Sylvia, she couldn't believe it. Naturally I told her Sylvia came and came and loved it. I asked Jayne what her daughter's husband was called, when she said Neil, I knew. She asked why and I played the tape.
Now I've seen women seething before, like that bitch from the newsagent. I slapped a porn magazine on the counter, and said something about hoping to see her one day in the reader's wives section. She said I was disgusting, so I pointed out to her, she sold the magazines, and I bet she had a fiddle reading them when the shop was closed. She jumped up and down screaming at me, stupid bitch.
Jayne had gone a weird sort of red colour listening to the recording, and she started spouting off about knowing all along it was her. I told her to cool down.
After I got out of prison I went back to the sex shop. Jayne pulled me through a curtain, and asked me if I'd seen Sylvia. Eventually I told her everything about Sylvia, from her getting me out of trouble, to the married black bloke and them fucking in his shop. Jayne had this smile a mile wide after she had stopped with the shocked look. She started telling me I should go and see Sylvia and bring her here. She was all nice to me. I told her she just wanted revenge, and it wasn't fair on Sylvia. She told me Sylvia had the luck of the devil, and once again she was getting away with it. Jayne said, Sylvia had her fun with me, and now she didn't want anything to do with me.
Whichever way you look at it, it's true. Sylvia's fucking laughing at me. I know that now Jayne pointed it out. She might have got me out of the cop shop, but Jayne's right with that too. That's her throw back if I try it on with her again, and she pointed out the chocolate she gave me was no more than her tapping me on the head, and telling me to be a good boy and stay away. She told me I'd never get a hot one like Sylvia again, and I had all the cards and if I played them right, she saw me having quite a time with Sylvia.
So that's why I'm following Sylvia again.
Sylvia.
Jeff and I aren't getting on that well lately, I don't know why I try everything I can. Every time I say his name, I think of the other Geoff now too. Seeing him locked up was something I'll never forget. I know I've done the right thing no matter what that police woman said.
I'm under Jeff now, bent over his desk while he has his fun. I've asked him several times when we should come clean, and tell people we are seeing each other, but he fobs me off. He's started making comments about my work too. There's nothing wrong with it really, but he finds fault in things. He gets off me and I pull my panties up.
"Sylvia, I've been thinking, perhaps you're not cut out for the job. In fact I think you should go back to the shop floor."
"Okay, it's obvious you don't want a relationship."
Jeff.
Fuck this is easy, although I'm keeping the evidence, "Sorry, but I think it's for the best. Start back on the shop floor on Monday. Ask Jan to come and see me before you leave."
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, Jan. I'm sorry this being your last day and all, but I've had to send Sylvia back to the shop floor," I press the button on my tape recorder, "I found this this afternoon. I told her no action will be taken and she should return to the shop floor. This is between you and me Jan do I make my self clear?"
"Yes sir."
I watch her listening; she pulls the neck of her blouse closed, and shudders. I switch the tape off.
"Again Jan, I'm sorry you had to hear that on your last day, but I think I've nipped it in the bud."
"Quite. I've never liked her. She wears her clothes like she's parading around a catwalk. I saw she had on black seamed stockings today when she came in, they only mean one thing. If I may say the new girl Hillary, she isn't fitting in."
"Send her up to see me would you Jan, then you can go, and good luck with your retirement."
"Sir, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, come in Hillary and do sit down," those tits must be some weight to carry around all day, "Hillary, I wonder what you would think about promotion? I'm looking for a new secretary, for a trial period of 3 months," less than that if you don't open your legs.
Sylvia.
So I've been demoted. The bastard got a last fuck in first though. I even wore seams like he requested. Still it'll make the walk home more interesting.
I go out of the department store and through town. I can feel eyes on me, and hopefully they like what they see. I can feel one guy a few steps behind me. He's just falling in line with my pace.
That lorry driver liked what he saw, the fat disgusting pervert, so I ignored him. Still he'll take his revenge in my fantasy tonight.
Geoff.
Here we go down the alley. I'm watching her arse roll and those wicked seams, which are drawing my eyes, like that lorry driver who tooted his horn at her a few minutes ago. She heard it, and she just carried on with her nose in the air, pretending otherwise.
It's fucking memorising watching those seams, wait not that word, mesmerising, that's it. The fucking cow is wearing them on purpose, getting every guy excited, and pretending to be all innocent.
Jayne was right, Sylvia has moved on, hoping to snare some other bloke in her web of dirty sex and lust filled needs. Well I'm not a push over Sylvia, and I haven't finished with you yet. I have been drawn in to your games before, and I know that now. At one stage I probably loved you; I can just imagine her laughing her head off at that.
She put a spell on me, I really think she did, and she's a witch. I've seen the weird board thing in her house, to contact the dead with, and she even has a witch costume in her wardrobe, next to the maid's one, and the schoolgirl outfit. Okay the others are for fancy dress, but she is hiding her real self in plain sight. My mate Stuart knows a thing or two about witches. He was related to the witch finder general, now that bloke did a good job back then, I even seen the film with that actor in, Vincent Rice.
You fucked with my head Sylvia Summers, like you do with your poor nephew, and your ex husband, making him believe he liked you fucking other men. She put spells on him I reckon. But this second time around I'm ready for your games. No one takes the piss out of Geoffrey Baker.
Sylvia.
After all I've done for Geoffrey Baker he knocks on my door, bursts in, and demands money. At least I've convinced him I only have a thousand pounds in my account, well I have, in that one. I've got 5 times that in my savings account, but I'm guessing to a small time crook like him, he will be thankful for anything.
We walk out into the road, and I feel the cold air round my stocking tops. He's got his arm through mine, and he as warned me not to do anything daft. A thousand pounds is a small price to pay for never seeing him again. I have to believe that I can trust him not to want more money. I have tried to stay calm and focused, and I'm hoping that because I haven't screamed he'll keep to his word.
It's nearly 10 o'clock and there aren't that many people on the bus, just four in fact, including the driver. Geoff sits me on a seat next to the window right at the back. The emergency door is right next to me. I think that maybe I can get it open and jump out, but I'd be risking a possible serious injury. I tug my skirt down, but it is short and sits 6 inches above my knees.
"Why do women do that?" he asks in a whisper, "pulling your skirt down like that just draws attention. If you don't want men looking at your legs, why not wear a longer skirt?"
"I wanted to get changed, but you wouldn't let me," I respond.
"I know you dumb bitch, I just mean in general. Like those tarts on the telly, they sit there doing their stupid morning shows in their tight little dresses, and spend half the time trying to cover their thighs. I'll tell you why, they gets paid to show it all off, because their programs are so naff it's the only way they get viewing figures. Viewing figures you see, they is putting their figures on show, viewing figures, get it?"
I'm trying to see if this bus has a camera fitted. I don't think so, I can't see anything obvious. That detective Parson's couldn't keep his eyes off my tits, and I reckon they could see them on the video, even thought they said not. I've never thought about being a policeman's wife. Sylvia Parsons? No maybe not.
God he's still going on in my ear.
"Some of them even wear stockings. I bet they get more money if they flash their stocking tops. You are wearing stockings I can see the strap holding them up."
I cringe as his finger traces up my suspender strap over my skirt. I push his hand away. He whispers and I close my eyes and sigh. I bite my bottom lip, as he puts my hand in his, because otherwise I won't like what he'll do. He tells me I'm being good, and his huge hand squeezes mine, gently. I bet if he wanted he could break all my fingers by just squeezing. I feel his hand and mine move on my leg, it drags the hem of my skirt up over my stocking top, so the red clasp holding my black stocking top is exposed. I swallow the tears, as he puts my hand and his on his thigh. At least I don't have to worry about the police seeing a video of me with Baker again. I'm sure there isn't a camera on this bus.
The bus stops and two young men get on, chatting about football. I watch them getting nearer and nearer the back of bus. I try to wriggle my hand free but Geoff holds it tight. One of the men nods to Geoff as they sit on the back seat across from us. I know one of them saw my exposed stocking top. He looked a little shocked. I can feel my face flush and my heart thumping, and it's not just because they can see my thighs, it's just as much because they think Geoff and me are actually together. We are holding hands, and now Geoff puts his free arm around me, and pulls my head on his shoulder!
The two men are quiet now, and I get the impression they are taking little glances at Geoff and me.
"Hey, are you boys off out for a beer tonight then?"
They look at each other first, and then nod.
"I'm taking me missus out, got to keep them happy boys, you'll find out when you have one of your own, it isn't just about shagging all the time, although she does like it a lot, the dirty cow."
I swear if I could reach the emergency door handle, I'd jump out now. Thankfully Geoff shuts up.
"Well this is our stop, come on Missus you'll have to finish my blow job later. See you lads."
Geoff is still chuckling at my embarrassment as we head off down the road. I want to swear at him and tell him what a fucking bastard he is, but I don't. I march to the bank, just wanting to get this over with. When I can only get £300 out of the machine it annoys Geoff greatly. He mumbles about stupid bank withdraw limits.
"Well we will just have to amuse ourselves until after midnight," he snaps and grabs my arm and pulls me a long.
Geoff.
