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The Dark Star Aftermath Pt 02

The Dark Star Aftermath Pt 02

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Chapter One; Teaching the Teacher

Leah Davis laid out the 8th or was it 9th outfit combination on the bed.

"Perfect," she said turning her head over her shoulder.

Leon Mclausky looked bored to tears. "Honey I love a spot of fashion but you're testing my patience... I'm seriously beginning to think you should have gone with the first one."

"Which you said made me look like a librarian," Leah smirked.

"Given you're a Teacher it was a little too day job admittedly ...but coupled with a pair of fishnets you might've looked at least like a slutty librarian," Leon snorted, laughing at his own joke, standing up from the chair in the corner of the bedroom while he sipped on the glass of white wine in his hand.

"As gay best friends go, you're a real bitch you know," Leah chuckled.

"Just call me Elton babes," Leon stood directly behind her while looking over her shoulder at the black skirt, and slightly opaque white long sleeve blouse with black piping detail around the collar. "You're gonna wear a black bra under that top aren't you my dear," he stated.

"You think?" Leah chewed the inside of her lip.

"Not too slutty but looking available enough... that was the brief wasn't it... black heavy deniers and heels and you'll have him ready to eat from the palm of your hand... if you want him to."

"Here's hoping," Leah offered, but a little less than enthusiastically. She had no confidence in herself anymore.

"Honey ...it's a Tinder date ... he'll be half expecting you to put out in the toilets after the starters," Leon chuckles.

"Stop it you," Leah states walking over to the chest of drawers and taking a black satin bra from the top draw. "I'm excited about this ...God I hope he at least looks like his profile picture."

"They never do," quips Leon.

"I've just got a feeling... like I'm due a break".

"Good for you girl, you've been single for too long that I will tell you... there must be fucking cobwebs between your legs make sure you have a dust." Leon cackles once again at his own joke.

"But when all's said I'm really glad to see you getting back out there ..." Leon looks over at her sternly "... But I insist ... You call me when you can during the night, and you call me again when you get home... you understand?"

"You worry too much..." Leah responds, "Come on let's go finish that bottle of wine."

"I feel I've earned it," Leon mocks.

**********

I watch as she skips across the Car Park towards her Mum.

Grace seems to grow a little more every time I see her. I wish I could spend more time with her; even knowing the truth, or what Mica will have me now believe is the truth, I can't stop loving her. Not seeing her for the first few weeks had been tough. I'm grateful to Mica for the few hours she's let me spend with Grace on a Saturday afternoon. Hot chocolate and cookies in a franchised Starbucks nestled in the corner of a retail park isn't ideal but it's been fun. With a place of my own it'd be easier, especially given that I don't want to burden Chloe with my baggage. To be honest even if her small flat were child friendly and not littered with drug paraphernalia and days old washing up it somehow wouldn't feel right.

I leave Chloe and Spider sat in the Van in which they dropped me off in and in which they have now come back for me in. Crossing the car park towards Mica. Who's sporting tight fitting gym gear, I barely catch her eye though. Mica crouches to embrace Grace "Oh I missed you" she enthusiastically clutches her.

Try going two to three weeks instead of three hours without seeing her I think to myself.

"There's still loads of your stuff at the flat by the way all bagged up ready to collect," Mica bluntly states barely looking up at me.

"Alright." I state barely able to bring myself to look at her either.

"Well, you need to collect it soon as I've given up the flat ... we're moving in with Mum."

Part of me is relived; glad to get Grace out of that cold damp shit hole. There's an equal part of me is annoyed at Micas mother, Bernadette, would have nothing to do with us in terms of support when we were together. She's by no means a wealthy woman but she's certainly not on the poverty line. I wonder if She knows the truth about Micas impropriety, somehow, I doubt it.

"I'll get it when I can" I try to keep my annoyance from my tone.

"Too busy with your new life, are you?" Mica looks over to where Chloe stands watching what's going on. Spider sits up behind the steering wheel of the White Van, his head down, avoiding the situation as he flicks through his phone screen.

"I was happy with my old life," I curse myself for sounding so needy, so soft.

"No, you weren't," Mica glares. "She's pretty by the way... your little blonde friend."

Despite the compliment there's a menace. As if despite everything she's done I should be the guilty one for cheating on her with Chloe. I turn my back on Mica and start to walk away.

"When can I see Grace next?" I stop and turn my head back to her.

"I'll be in touch," her ambiguous response delivered flatly. I can't even bring myself to say goodbye, not even to Grace. I steel myself and puff out my chest as I head towards the Van that Chloe's supposedly borrowed for the evening's entertainment. Her secrecy and her subsequent zealous nature excites and daunts me in equal measure. I've no idea what's involved, what she has planned but I sure as hell can't see why the obnoxious rather smartly turned-out Spider has to be involved.

Climbing into the Van Chloe offers me a weak smile, mouthing to me "You Ok?"

I nod my head.

"Man, I tell you what Jack... your Ex has got a sweet little ass on her," Spider for no known reason announces while pulling the van from the parking space.

"Spider!!" Chloe reprimands him.

"What?" he looks our way, "I'm just stating fact...she's fit anyone can see that."

"You're a fucking twat at times I can see that" I sneer at him.

"Fuck you" Spider sneers back; visibly shocked and angry at my daring to challenge him.

"I'm just stating fact" I say looking out the window as we drove towards the outskirts of the City.

Chloe sniggers besides me giving my right arm a playful squeeze.

We don't drive far. A couple of miles at best before Spider reverses the Van back into a grimy looking alleyway nestled between a row of shops.

"That's the place?" Chloe enquires.

"The Blue Moon to give it its English name," Spider confirms.

I look across the road at the restaurant with the words 'Lune Bleue' scrolled in gold against a navy sign hung above the door and stencilled on to the front windows:

"Thanks for the education..." Chloe patronisingly offers, "...Now go try and be charming and enjoy your Date."

"Birds from the trees," Spider offers before stepping out the Van, flashing Chloe a grin.

Chloe slides herself across the bench seat of the van to sit in the driver's seat. The keys I note left in the ignition. I watch Spider cross the street, dressed in a fitted pale blue shirt, navy chino's and a pair of tan shoes. I had wondered why he'd been so dressed up and had a shave. He's genuinely made an effort to be fair to the lad. Still looks like a cunt but he's the best version of a cunt he can be.

"Are we seriously expected to sit here while that prick goes on a date with some poor unsuspecting girl?" I turn to Chloe who looks over in my direction with a devilish grin.

"Just wait until you see who that unsuspecting date is Jack."

There's a glint if mischief in her eye; something I sense not to question.

I watch back out through the windscreen as Spider stands there under a streetlight outside of the restaurant while we sit in the darkness of the cab of the Van.

Minutes later I watch as she approaches. A long tan overcoat falls open to reveal a white, blouse underneath with a black skirt to the knee, black tights and heels complete her look. I recognise her immediately, my breath catching deep in my lungs.

Her light brown hair is cut a little shorter to her shoulders but as she steps into the light greeting Spider, I can make out her face even better.

"Is that?"

"Miss Leah Davis... your old English Teacher and well ... destroyer of Marriages," Chloe confirms what I already know nodding her head, her devilish grin spreads wider.

I turn back to see Spider hold open the front door of the restaurant for her.

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"Shall we give her a night she'll never forget?" Chloe states coldly.

**********

Chloe's head bobs up and down in my lap. I brace myself, locking my legs out against floor of the passengers footwell. I press my hips forward as my hands grip the back of her head through bleached blonde hair.

On the dashboard her mobile vibrates and illuminates with a message received which I don't let distract me.

"Oh, fuck Chloe ...oh fuck."

I cum heavily into the back of her throat holding her against me as she swallows down my cum.

"Oh, fuck that feels so ...so... fucking good."

I let go of her head. She raises her face from my lap with a grin as she wipes her bottom lip and looks up into my eyes, "So I've been told."

I relax into the seat of the van. A little breathless from my climax. Chloe grabs the phone from the dashboard reading the message.

"Hmm ... Spiders just finishing also." she chuckles slipping back behind the steering wheel. I watch as a Black Cab pulls up outside the restaurant and moments later Spider and Leah Davis emerge. Her arm through his as he escorts her to the Cab and steps in behind her.

Chloe turns the Vans engine over, "Showtime," she states out loud pulling away into the night-time traffic following the black cab for a short distance before over taking at a set of traffic lights.

"Do we even know where they're going?" I look back in the passenger side mirror.

"I've gotten to know everything about your Miss Davis," Chloe states heavily crunching the gears on the Van as she heads along a dual carriage way heading for the ring road.

**********

Leah looked over at him sat there opposite her in the back of the Taxicab.

Smiling at him softly; he returned her smile.

Alex Russell had been a little hard work at the start of the evening; she'd found conversation difficult to engage in. She didn't know what clicked but by time they'd chosen food perhaps they'd both loosened up a little because he'd been as charming as he was handsome. Maybe not classically handsome but he had a roughish handsome to him. Something she'd never been able to ignore in any ma'am.

Don't invite him in, she told herself, as she chanced another glance at him; something felt so right about this though. Don't spoil the evening or the opportunity. Arrange another, meeting build a relationship. Her silent monologue continued as they neared their destination.

Don't create the wrong impression she heard her friend's voices say to her in her mind. It had been so long since she'd been with anyone. Although should she not have a little fun, provided he was as keen as she was.

The Cab pulled up outside her apartment block. The Devil on her shoulder spoke for her, running a trident through the good intentions she'd wrestled with, "Would you like to come up?"

Alex turned to her, "I would very much love to... but..." he paused ruefully smiling to her, "...I need to catch that flight to Italy in the morning."

Remembering their earlier conversation now Leah couldn't help but feel disappointed. She felt so good though, so alive, perhaps it was the occasion. There's was no way that any guy could make her feel like this normally. Actually, what was she thinking she felt confused, elated, horny and confused. This wasn't her; it was as if something primal inside her, some desire spoke for her.

"Silly me I forgot" she stated finally remembering to reply him rather than extend a slightly awkward silence while her mind raced.

"I'll walk you in though... be a gentleman" Alex offered. "Driver would you mind waiting for me?"

"Don't bother me... It's your fare ticking over," the Taxi driver bluntly answers.

Helping her out the cab Alex slipped his arm into Leah's as he walked her up the short flight of three steps to the communal door of the apartment block.

"Thank you for a wonderful night," she said her smile beaming as they crossed the entrance foyer, and she pressed a button waiting for a lift to descend.

"The pleasure was all mine," Alex stated.

She reached up and kissed him, not passionately but a soft tender kiss on the lips none the less.

"Call me when you get back from your trip," she smiled sweetly feeling the foyer start to blur a little. What was the matter with her?

"I get back Wednesday shall we go for dinner?"

Her heart skipped a beat, "Dinner would be lovely... I'm paying this time though ... I insist"

"Wednesday it is then" Alex offered slowly backing away.

Hearing the lift ping, announcing its arrival Leah stepped backwards into the lift watching him depart, a wide smile still on her face as they exchanged little waves to one another.

Suddenly embarrassed to realise she wasn't alone as she continued to beam watching him leave while turn and leave while the lift doors slid closed.

"Oh hello..." she turned her head to look at the mousy haired boy and the peroxide blonde in the corner of the lift, their faces blurred a little bit she focused on the boy "...I know you, don't I?"

"Hello Miss, how are you?"

The lift rattled a little as it descended into the basement.

**********

"There' no cameras... you're sure?"

"Jack..." Chloe's patience I can tell is tested, just by the tone in her voice "There are no fucking cameras in the lifts... there are no cameras in the underground fucking Car Park...There are no Cameras other than those on the street outside the block of apartments".

She has done her homework it would appear.

"We're a White Van with fake number plates ...how many white Vans do you see and not pay attention to Jack?"

I don't respond.

Chloe drives the van along a narrow country lane taking sweeping bends at ridiculous speeds. From the back of the van, I hear occasional muffled protests.

"She said she recognised us," I state.

"She said she recognised you to be fair," Chloe corrects me with a sarcastic grin "She never taught me".

"So..."

"Jack..." she cuts frustratedly across my protest "Spider put two crushed up fucking blueys in her drink... the night I had two fucking blueys I couldn't remember my own fucking name let alone who I'd seen and what I'd been up to."

I turn my head looking out the window into pitch black countryside.

"Where are we taking her?"

"Somewhere safe," Chloe responds. "Maybe not safe for her ... but safe for us."

Chloe had thought, it appeared, of everything her clinical precision in coordinating this all up was admirable. Scary but admirable. Setting up a fake Tinder profile using Spiders image the very top of the deceit. For several weeks she'd been exchanging messages with Leah Davis lulling her in; creating a convincing back story for Alex Russell; the fake profile Spider had lived up to so convincingly it appeared at the French Restaurant. French being Leah's favourite food according to her Tinder profile. Spider had seduced her then having gained her trust he'd spiked her drink surreptitiously while she'd been distracted.

Chloe and I had sat watching it all play out at the table in the window of the restaurant. I'd been shocked at first. How had Chloe found out everything about her. Who she was? where she lived? "I like that TV programme... Sherlock...either that or some people really need to work on how open their online presence is," had been Chloe's only explanation.

By time Chloe and I had guided her from the lift to the waiting Van, it's back doors wide open for her she could barely put one foot in front of the other without assistance. She'd been heavily slurring her words, looking so confused as we'd guided her into the back of the Van, where she still was.

"Shiiiittt," Chloe slams the breaks on.

"What?" I panic.

"Missed the fucking turning," Chloe's states frustrated, slamming her hands on the steering wheel Crunching the Van into reverse gear before backing up then turning left through a gate with large sign that clearly read 'Stirchley Grange Mills' despite the peeling paint.

Headed along a rough track the van lurches from side to side as Chloe negotiates potholes and large puddles. Eventually pulling the van up between a number of huge abandoned looking buildings. Broken windows line many of the multi-storey old looking factories come warehouses. Parkin up Chloe shuts off the Van and turns of the headlights.

"Now what?"

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"Payback," Chloe gleefully states.

Climbing out of either side of the Van we walk around to the rear doors. Chloe kisses me holding my face before she reaches for the handle of the double rear doors. Swinging the doors open Chloe turns on the torch on her phone. Illuminating her; I watch as Leah Davis lies there on a filthy double mattress; her eyes wide open, her pupils hugely dilated. Hands cuffed behind her back her ankles held with a second pair of cuffs, a crude gag from a length of material dissects her mouth.

"Payback" I nod to Chloe.

**********

Leah Davis lays there face down on the rough yet soft surface.

A million images play through her mind.

Visions of a meadow in summertime in the distance a male figure walks slowly ahead.

She tries to reach out but can't.

She tries to speak but can't.

Her eyes flicker.

She feels hands on the back of her shoulders.

She's in her classroom; there's a boy he's being unruly she can't think of his name she wants to reprimand him but can't think of his name.

She's cold she feels cold air up the backs of her legs ...between her legs.

She feels him.

She feels him.

She groans.

Her hands feel so heavy she wants them but can't use them.

Lancing pain.

A girls voice soft and echoey on words she struggles to understand.

Her hips thrust; she feels him but can't see him.

It feels good.

She's letting him fuck her.

He feels good inside her.

Breathing heavier.

The taste stale in her mouth.

She can't speak.

Groaning out feeling so sensitive.

Feeling so alive at his touch.

He fucks her so hard.

On her back now.

"Alex Russell you're... you're fucking..."

She sees Alex.

She watches him walk away.

It's not Alex it's not him.

Who is it?

The warmth between her legs.

She groans.

She tenses.

Her climax builds.

Silhouetted figures loom over her.

She remembers him now.

His touch.

Their illicit behaviour.

She shouldn't.

He pushes and she accepts.

She cries out but makes no recognisable sound.

Her body trembles.

Taken so deep.

So hard.

Logan we shouldn't.

Breathless she shakes.

She feels the wet warmth.

Her body aches.

She breathes slowly.

Darkness takes over.

Memory fades.

**********

Lay in bed next to Chloe I'm unable to sleep as I face the ceiling watching as in the far corner of the room a spider spins a web busily. I watch it distracted but equally fascinated.

Picking up my phone for the fifth or sixth time in the last fifteen minutes the screen illuminates the dim room briefly before I turn down the brightness. Chloe stirs and begins to wake; eventually she rolls over kissing my lips with a long-drawn-out kiss.

"What time is it?" She enquires.

"Eight Forty-Eight." I answer my eyes scanning through the inane musings of pretty much everyone I follow on Facebook. My tormented mind seeking a distraction.

Chloe's phone vibrates heavily on the side table; she reaches her arm blindly for it with her face still buried in the pillow. She groans reading whatever the message that has just landed mentions.

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