Cathy's Future.

[Sienna]

26: Paul – Dreamweaver32

Kenny and I talked, for what seemed like hours and slowly he began to unload. I started to warm to this young man, his streetwise humour and his surprisingly good command of the English language, made our meeting very pleasant. Not only was it pleasant, but also, very revealing.

To hear Kenny’s side of the story, Cathy wasn’t the hard done to one at all. From a very early age she had realised that her body was the way to get her what she wanted and she used it at any opportunity she saw fit. It was Cathy who had got Kenny onto the drug scene and not the other way about, as she had told me, the reason that Cathy was so bright was that she used her womanly charms to get an older professor to give her private tuition and when she got what she wanted from him, she dumped him like hot shit. Kenny even told me how she had seduced him, her own brother, in her lust for knowledge and now she had it, she teased him mercilessly. He went on and on and by the time he had finished, I had a sour taste in my mouth. This was one self-centred calculating bitch, I thought to myself and thank God I had found her out before she totally ruined my life too, as she had already done to countless other poor men.

Between us Kenny and I worked out a plan to set up, not just Kandy, but Cathy as well. It was about time she got her comeuppance. I couldn’t help but wonder how she was getting on with Betty. She was no doubt worming her way into her good books, shit, she would probably try and seduce her too, if she thought Betty could do her some good, or give her some new lesbian experiences. I couldn’t help but think that, somehow she had set all this up, so she could be the Queen Bee on the estate and take over Kandy’s empire.

I think she had the nerve to try it, but as usual, use other people to do her dirty work for her. This girl is a user. Not of the drugs she peddles, she’s far too clever for that, but of people. Anyone who is taken in by her friendliness, her teasing, or, as in my case, her intelligence, she takes from them what she wants and tosses them to one side. Well, has she got a surprise coming?

I reminded the duty sergeant that Kenny could press charges for his previous mistreatment; he reluctantly agreed and released Kenny to my care.

The next part of our plan involved me trusting this young man implicitly. It would take a thousand pounds to replace Cathy’s stash and I had agreed to give him the cash to obtain it. I was doing this out of gut instinct and I just hoped my instincts were better placed this time than they had been with his bitch of a sister.

We had decided that he would get the drugs from someone other than Kandy and I would give them to Cathy. Along with some more cash, she would try and convince Kandy that she wanted out of the business all together. The extra cash would provide a means of buying herself out. Although it seemed very doubtful that he would even consider it, but convincing enough to allow Cathy to arrange a meeting, at the normal time in the job centre. The police would be given an anonymous tip off and Bingo! They would both be caught in possession and taken away.

After giving Kenny the cash and a warning, not to let me down, I drove home wondering what I would be greeted with on my arrival. I knew I had to try my hardest not to let Cathy be aware of how my feelings for her had changed, but I also knew that was going to be very difficult. She was a very astute young woman and very mature for her age. However, she was still very young and could act like a silly little child at times, and I did not want her blurting out to Betty what we had been doing just prior to her arrival the other day.


27: Cathy – Sienna.

All the time I was in the city I was watching out for Kandy and his gang. I knew most of them and that made it easy for me. But it seemed that Paul’s chat to him had done the trick, for now.

On the way home Betty opened up to me a little more. “Paul thinks a great deal about you. Not that I mind too much,” she explained. “He’s that kind of person. And he has a heart of gold. I blame that last affair on that little bitch he had working for him.” She turned to me as we parked on the drive. “I think I can trust you Cathy. Atleast I hope I can.”

I saw the kinder side to Betty and gave her a re-assuring smile. Staying with these two was, I hoped, going to be just that bit better now.

Paul returned home that evening and we had made him something special; his favourite potato pie with lamb steak, which was also a traditional local dish. But Paul did not look too happy. He gave Betty the usual hug and kiss and then looked over at me with a very disappointed stare. I wondered what I had done to deserve it, but I didn’t persue it there and then.

At dinner Paul never once spoke nor glanced at me. I was definitely in his bad books for some reason and Betty announcing that she had spent over three hundred pounds on me in clothing made him clench his fist silently. Then Betty suggested that I show him everything we had bought as a kind of private fashion show. “I don’t mind turning the lounge into a catwalk. Nothing interesting on TV anyway,” she said. “Besides, we can both show you what we bought. Including the sexy underwear.”

I thought it might cheer him up too. I knew how much he fancied me and considered that both Betty and I flaunting ourselves in front of him sounded really cool. So we both rushed to the bedroom and turned it into a dressing room, applying each other’s make-up and making sure that we both looked as sexy as possible.

Betty was certainly something. Once that barrier between us had been broken I saw her for what she really was. There was a certain sexual appeal about older women and I realised that even more about her as I watched her, touched her body and admired more than ever before.

As I applied her lip-gloss I stopped and stared into her eyes. “What’s wrong?” she asked. I felt as if I wanted to give her a really heavy snog there and then. She was definitely gorgeous in makeover. A real glamour puss as some might say. “Cathy? What are you thinking about darling?”

“Oh nothing,” I replied. “Just a few things going through my silly mind.” I laughed it off, but she held me with both hands and looked at me. I stared back and I began to feel myself being drawn into her even more.

“Cathy, tell me what you are thinking right now…please?”