Tim is a bully, however after he is accused of beating up his girlfriend one of his victims decides to make a stand...
Then her cousin comes to stay.
I was woken up by my mobile, I blearily looked at my clock, 3am. “Hi?”
“Hi Em, have you heard from the police yet?”
“Police, why?” I was beginning to wake up properly now.
“Dilly was assaulted last night, on her way home, from the party.”
“Oh no, where?”
“The end of your road, you know in Laurel Grove.” Laurel Grove was a patch of land between the council estate and our estate, it was officially waste land but some people had turned into a sort of park several years back, none of us girls went there after dark as it was pitch black and scary.
“Do they know who did it?”
“She won’t say, but you know she had a row with your brother…”
“Tim?”
“Yeah they were shouting and screaming at each other, Derek said he had to stop Tim hitting her.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s in LGI they’re keeping her in for observation. Listen I’ve got to go, I need to ring Shell, we’re going to go down after school tomorrow, do you want to come?”
“Yeah, where shall I meet you?”
“I’ll ring you tomorrow if Shell can borrow her mum’s car. Bye.”
I sat up in bed, I knew that Tim sometimes had a bad temper but I couldn’t believe he would attack Dilly, I got up and quietly went across the landing to his room, his bed was empty and still made. Tim was two years older than me, but you wouldn’t know it to look at him, he had had various ailments when he was small and hadn’t grown very well, he had never been a big kid, and now even at 19 he was smaller than me, not by a huge amount but noticeable. I peered out of his window along the road, I could see a police van at the end but no people. I went back to bed and slowly drifted back to sleep.
School was as normal fairly boring, Friday’s were always like that. I went to the Catholic school on the outskirts of town, I got a message to say that Dilly had been sent home so I could go there after school. When I got there most of my friends were there already, Sarah was angry, Dilly still wouldn’t tell anyone who had attacked her.
“It was Tim.” When Dilly’s mum came in she kicked us out, I was walking home with Sarah, Amanda, Jen, Fiona and Shell.
“Well they did have that row, did Derek really have to pull him off her?”
“Yeah, he said Tim was really pissed, shouting and screaming.”
“When did he come home?” Sarah asked me.
“He wasn’t in when Fiona rang at 3, and I didn’t hear him this morning, so I don’t know.”
“What do you think, did he attack her?”
“I haven’t seen him since Wednesday evening. I had that field trip on Thursday and he had already gone out when I got in.”
“Well you said he hit you before, so I reckon it is him, that’s why he didn’t come in he’s at a friends waiting for the police to stop looking for him.”
“Yeah,” we turned into the end of my road and straight away we could see the police car outside my house, “I’ll see you all later.” I said and hurried the last hundred yards or so home.
“Hi mum, what’s going on?
“The police are talking to your brother, stay out of the dining room, they’re in there.” I hung around the kitchen while mum made a cup of tea, she had been baking and I helped my self to some of her home made biscuits. We talked about nothing, we were both waiting for the police to finish with Tim, it seemed like ages, but was probably only twenty minutes, Tim looking very grey came out of the dining room followed by two police officers, he showed them to the front door and after talking briefly to them let them out.
“Well what did they say?” Mum asked him.
“They wanted to know where I went after the party last night, they think I attacked Dilly,” He brushed his long hair out of his eyes and slumped in a chair by the table.”
“And did you?”
“NO…”
“Well I think it’s a good question, you didn’t come in till 10 o’clock this morning, did you tell them where you were?”
“Like I told you someone spiked my drink I went to a friends house to sleep it off.”
“So you said, why didn’t you come back here? Which friend?”
“I didn’t come back here because I didn’t think to and it was Dan’s house.” Dan was a known criminal, he was currently in prison for GBH, it seemed unlikely that Tim could have spent the night there.
“Really, what do the police say?”
“Dilly won’t tell them who did it, they can’t do me for it unless she tells them I did, so they just said don’t go anywhere and that they will be watching me.
“Have you finished, I don’t feel well and I want to go back to bed.” He walked off before mum could reply, we both watched him go upstairs and out of sight.
“Well. Did you see Dilly?”
“Yeah she’s pretty messed up, bruised all over, black eyes and a broken nose, the doctors have set it but its still swollen.”
“Well next time you see her give her my love.”
“I will.” I went up stairs to my room and settled down to do my homework, at tea dad was back and he and Tim had a row, Tim ended up going out, he still hadn’t got in when I went to sleep.
Fiona rang again, this time she didn’t wake me up, I was eating my breakfast, “Hi Emma.”
“Hi.”
“Listen Sarah wants to get your brother, she’s convinced he attacked Dilly, are you up for it?”
“I suppose so, what’s she want to do?”
“I think she wants to humiliate him, something like chaining him up naked in town that sort of thing.”
“Well I suppose that’s okay, when?”
“This afternoon or this evening, we’ll all meet at your place and sort him out there okay?”
“Yeah, oh and my parents are out this weekend not back till Tuesday night.”
“Cool, listen I’ll ring round. Your place at two.”
“See you soon.” My parents were going to a golf tournament, in Wales, both of them played, they then were stopping off to see my Auntie Helen on the way home. I saw them off and checked that Tim was still asleep. By the time the whole gang had arrived I had vetoed doing anything permanent to Tim, I made absolutely clear that it wasn’t up to us to make him suffer we would make it so he could either admit guilt or suffer. If he did admit guilt we would take him to the police so he could confess. Now we had to decide how to make him suffer. Sarah was all up for torture, she insisted that we could do it without damaging him too much.
“Well its worth thinking about.” Sarah said with a pout.
“NO…” We all chorused.
“I know lets make him want us, you know short skirts and stuff then tie him up and not let him touch us you know S&M stuff…” That was Jen, Jen looked like an angel but we all knew what she liked, I groaned.
“Come on Jen be serious, if he confesses after we do that to him he can just say that we forced him to say he did it. It’s got to be something that will make him confess, will punish him, and he won’t tell anyone about.” Said Fiona, she looked round the group.
“I’ve got it,” said Shell, “how about petticoat discipline?” We all looked blankly at her until Jen started to laugh.
“What?”
“We dress him up as a girl,” Shell explained, “really we should make him like a little girl, but that would be hard, but we could make him look like a teenager…”
“What?” Several of us interrupted.
“No you’re right, he wouldn’t tell anyone we made him look like a girl would he.” I grinned.
“How though, I mean he won’t just let us will he, and he is 19.”
“Yeah but I’m bigger than him, he’s not that strong, I reckon with a corset and some padding we could get him looking quite nice,”
“Oh but don’t they cost a lot?”
“Yeah…” We all turned and looked at Amanda.
“I’ll have to ask mum.” She said, looking happier, “she would probably sell us it cheap if we could… I’ll sort it, what sizes do we need?”
“Well I don’t know,” I said when they all looked at me, “hang on,” I went to my wardrobe and after rummaging around I found the handcuffs and rope that a previous boyfriend had bought me, I dumped him straight away, “he’s still asleep, if we grab him now we can tie him up and gag him, then find out what sizes he needs…”
Moments later we crept into Tim’s room, we all knew what to do, I was in charge of gagging him, the others would grab his arms and legs, we slowly peeled back his coverlet and looked at his skinny form, luckily for us he was asleep on his side, his hands were together near his face, Amanda slowly cuffed him, he didn’t so much as twitch. Next Sarah and Jen tied his legs together, he rolled over as they did the last knot up. Quickly I put the rolled up sock to his mouth, then poked him hard in the ribs. He woke with a gasp and the socks were shoved into his mouth, Shell handed me the tape and soon his gag was complete.
We stood around his thrashing form, we giggled when his underpants gained a new dimension, Jen put her hand on it and squeezed, she was evidently digging her nails in as Tim gasped and tried to get away.
It took us nearly 20 minutes to get all the measurements from him, leaving him there we sent Amanda off to her mum’s shop. We retired to the kitchen for a snack. Amanda’s mum owns and runs a fashion boutique for the larger lady, when she bought it years ago she soon realized that she had two separate clientele, the first was as you would suspect larger ladies, the other weirdly was men, moreover men who wore ladies clothing, even one of the teachers at school. Amanda’s mum had over the years got more and more stuff in to cater for the TV side of her business and now sold a lot of it over the internet, she also and this was the hard to accept part, had a pathologic distrust of men, she didn’t hate them exactly, but she often said the only good man was a man chained down. We were hoping that if Amanda explained she might let us have things at cost. Bearing in mind the forms she sold were £150 each (the good ones).
We settled down to watch TV and wait for Amanda, we heard various thumps and bumps from upstairs, after a while Jen and I went up to check on him. He had managed to get off the bed and halfway to the door, listening to his grunts we decided that he was trying to tell us something, and he still had a hard on. Jen suggested taking him into the bathroom as he might need to go…
It took all of us to get him into the bath, we gave up on letting him go to the toilet, it would be too difficult. As we got him there, I was rung by Amanda asking where we were she was outside and no one was answering the bell. I let her in she had four big white poly bags. We unpacked them in the bathroom…
“What’s this?”
“That’s the realistic gaffe, you put it on him and it makes him look like a woman, you know down there, and he can still go to the toilet…”
“Cool, and this?”
“Mum said I should get some glue, that stuff will stick all the fake stuff on, and you need a special solvent to get it off.”
“Are these…?”
“Yeah, I got ‘C’ cup in the end mum didn’t think ‘D’s would look good on him, The bra’s are in that bag too.
“This is his corset, isn’t it nice?”
“No it’s not,” said Sarah, we looked puzzled, “it’s her corset.” She pointed at the squirming young man in the bath. We all laughed.
I un-gagged Tim, “Let me go you fucking bitches.”
“Now Jilly, we can’t do that, you’ve been a naughty girl. We are going to make sure you look nice and then we might.” I won’t go into the details suffice it to say that we were all tired by the time Jilly was ready, we stood round her. The fake body parts were good and blended into the real bits, Amanda assured us that the glue was rated for several days, without the remover those parts were on to stay. The corset had taken a lot of the fight out of him as well, he was still handcuffed but his legs were untied. We decided that Jilly would have her debut the following day. We were all too tired now. I agreed that I could handle him on my own but decided that I needed Shell to stay with me for moral support. We would commence her training tonight.
To be continued...
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...Manchester Road is the main red light area round here, and there was sure to be someone who would like a girl like him.
"Okay," I said we were back at my place, Jilly was in her room, "We have two choices, we can let him go…"
"Two? how do you figure that? The way I see it we have to let him go, we can’t punish him if he didn’t do it."
"Okay clever clogs," I said to Jen, "do you want to tell him that we all made a mistake and hey, off you go, we’re sorry?"
"No but..."
"Right the other choice is to keep him as Jilly until Tuesday and then let him go, I reckon we could have some fun with him until then, and maybe it would stop him hitting me and mum." There was a moments silence, maybe I had gone too far.
"He’s hit your mum too?"
"Um, yeah, I thought you knew." I had showed them the bruises last time he had hit me, three big ones on the back and another on the front under my breasts, I’d been in agony for days.
"No we knew he hit you, does he hit your mum a lot?"
"Often enough…"
"Well that’s good enough for us, your mum’s a sweetie, no one should be allowed to hit her, we’ll still punish him, but for hitting instead." Jen looked round at us and nodded, only Fiona looked anxious.
I took the verdict up to Tim, okay so all I did was go up and tell him to come downstairs we were going shopping.
I suppose most of you want to know about our shopping trip, well as I had pointed out to Sarah, Tim, sorry Jilly did look fine as a girl, he wasn’t a stunner but he would catch the casual eye of passing men. Our first stop was his bank where we made him draw out his daily limit, £300. Next we decided to make it go further his money was for Jilly and food, if we saw anything we liked we would buy it, both Sarah and Jen were not so keen on this rule, but the rest of us insisted, first stop was a beauty salon.
I am not a big fan of beauty salons but as it was run by a friend of Shell’s she insisted, Jilly was to have her legs and arms waxed, and anywhere else that needed it the rest of us would stick with facials and make up, well except me, I would leave out the makeup. Jilly shot out of the room where he and Sandy had gone, he cornered me and said.
"I can’t she’ll find out, she wants me to strip."
"Jilly she knows, that’s why she’s doing it. Now get back in there and don’t make too much noise." I pushed him back in and winked at Sandy.
In the end Jilly also had a facial and her eyebrows done, not really thin but you could tell, her makeup worked really well I almost felt jealous, by the time we left she was almost silent. Next stop was Centercross Shopping Plaza. This was our weekly destination, it was fairly full, and Jilly spent a lot of time avoiding people she knew. We shopped and shopped. Jilly was soon laden down with bags, she already had a small but limited wardrobe, when we bumped into Simon. Simon was one of Tim’s mates, and knew me quite well, we didn’t see a lot of him as he was normally away in London at college.
"Oh hi Emma, how're you?"
"Hi Simon, thought you were still down in London."
"No mum told me about Dilly, so I came up for the weekend, to see how she was." Dilly if I remembered rightly was Simon’s cousin.
"She’s alright though?"
"Yeah, well I’m trying to find Tim, I left him a nasty message on his phone, now he’s not answering at all any ideas?"
"None," I said trying not to look at Jilly who was nervously hiding, or trying to, behind Jen. "I’ll tell him you want to speak to him, um, what shall I say?"
"Oh I just want to..." He stopped and moved to one side, "Why’s that girl trying to hide from me?" Both Jen and Sarah moved apart leaving Jilly standing alone, she went bright red and froze.
"Um, she’s just shy, um, Simon meet my cousin Jilly, Jilly Simon."
"Hello girls."
"Hello Mr Thomas." We chorused. Simon’s Dad had appeared drawing attention away from Jilly.
"Are you ready to go Simon, I promised your mother we would pick her up at four?"
"Yeah sure dad I just bumped into Emma and the girls, I’ll catch up with you I just need to ask Emma something." Mr Thomas strolled off.
"Emma," he said drawing me to one side, "your cousin, is she staying with you?"
"Um yeah, she’s going to be around for a day or two."
"Well I’m not due back in London until Monday morning so do you think I might be able to see her tonight or tomorrow."
"Simon Thomas, you’ve only just met her."
"I know but she looks so cute, and you know I’m a good boy." He said with a grin, Simon had been my first boyfriend, we had parted amicably two years ago and were now good friends, he was one of the best men I knew, he was sensible and charming, which was strange as he had a bad reputation. He had once explained it to me. When his first girlfriend had dumped him she had told all sorts of stories about him, few if any had been true but mud as they say sticks and now everyone thought the worst of him.
I looked at Jilly cowering behind Jen and then nodded, "I’ll bring a date and her okay?"
"Yeah, I’ll ring you. Bye." He left at a jog.
"Well that wasn’t so bad, was it?"
"Jilly stop behaving like that everyone is looking at you." Jilly stopped lurking behind Jen and nervously stood still. "So what did he want?"
"He was looking for Tim, he wants a long chat with him about Dilly," I lied smoothly, Jilly blanched and looked sick. "He also wants to go out tonight with Jilly." The girls whooped with laughter.
"NO... I AM NOT..."
"Well I could say no," he looked relieved and the girls muttered about me being a spoil sport. "But then I would have to tell him why, and where Tim was. Your Choice" The girls laughed harder.
"What... You can’t be serious, I mean he’s a man and I’m a..."
"Pretty girl, that’s the point isn’t it, he’s never asked you out as Tim?
"No? So unless you want to ring him and cancel we are both going out tonight, Shell you want to come?"
"Love to but only if we go to Macey’s."
"Don’t see why not it’s got good music."
The last two hours of shopping were fun we had to find Jilly a dress for clubbing in, we ended up in a shop called Beaver, it had a lot of PVC and Latex that sort of stuff, the dress we made her buy was almost indecent, it covered up only so much and let the rest hang out, Simon was going to love it.
To Be Continued...
By the time we arrived home we all needed a little sit down, Shell went home to get her face on whilst I said goodbye to the others they wished me luck and left in a laughing huddle. Jilly had gone straight upstairs when we arrived home, I followed her up and found her sobbing on her bed, I thanked my lucky stars that I was a dab hand with the makeup brush.
“Look Jilly I’ll level with you okay?” He didn’t answer just buried his head deeper into his pillow. “Tim stop it I need to get you ready,” I tried to turn him over and after a moment succeeded, his eyes were red, his nose needed blowing and for one moment I was ready to call it all off, he must have seen the look in my eyes and threw himself at me, at first I recoiled thinking he was attacking me, I got ready to defend myself, then slowly I put my arms round him and hugged him.
It took a few minutes but the crying eased, “Better?” I asked.
“Oh Emma I was so scared, what if someone had found out, I would…”
“Jilly you look like a young girl, the only people who gave you a second glance were boys, oh and the dyke in Harvey Nick’s, but then if you flash someone you expect them to look don’t you?” He drew away from me blushing. I grabbed my handbag and pulled out my phone, “Hi Simon…”
As I told Simon that we wanted to go to Macey’s Jilly looked around then in a curious gesture straightened out her dress and obviously tried to pull herself together, the to my surprise she fiddled with an errant bra strap, the curious fact was she did it like myself or any of my friends would do, it was an unconscious gesture and totally unlike I would have expected a man wearing a bra.
“Okay see you at half seven.” I hung up still watching Jilly. “Jilly where did you go when your drink was spiked?”
She looked up at me, my question obviously startling her, “I told you I went to Dan’s house.”
“But Dan’s in prison so why go there?” I watched my brother, Jilly go a deep crimson I rather wondered if her clothes would spontaneously combust.
“Look Tim level with me, what’s going on, Dan’s dad hates you, how did you manage to spend a whole night there?”
“WHY? WHY Should I? You don’t believe I didn’t attack Dilly, WHY should I expect you to believe what I say, you’re just like all the rest…”
“Oh I know about that it was Derek who attacked…” Oh shit…
“What you know and you’re still making me go out like this?” He moved towards me looking a bit pissed, okay a lot pissed.
“But you like it.” I said clutching at straws, he went dead white and sat backwards onto the bed.
“How… How did you know?” I felt a wave of relief wash over me, my observations had not been in vain. Then he did it again.
“Stop, stop what you’re doing.”
“What?”
“What are you doing,” he looked at me blankly, “what are you doing with your left hand now?”
“Um I… I was adjusting the strap of my bra, why?”
“Tim if you had never worn a bra before you should be more than adjusting it, it should be driving you mad.” His hand dropped into his lap, he looked up at me and I could see tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
“I can explain,” I sat down next to him and put my arm round him, “the year before last, I was caught with Dan’s sister, that’s why his dad hates me. But for a while I carried on seeing Michelle, she read about it on the web some guy who dressed up as a girl so he could spend the night with his girl friend…”
“So you dressed up as a girl to please Michelle?”
“Yes,” he paused and wiped the tears from his cheeks, “well at first, then I couldn’t stop, I LIKED IT.” He burst out, “suddenly I was someone else, I didn’t have to live up to who all my friends knew me as…
“For a while after I split up with Michelle I stopped, I had very few of my own clothes, when I met Dilly I didn’t tell her, I love her, I didn’t want her to think me a freak.”
“So why if you’ve split up with Michelle did you go to her house the other night?” I asked feeling puzzled.
“I still love her, but I’m not her boyfriend, she stopped thinking of me as her boyfriend that’s why we split up, we just sat in her room and talked, we never went out and then she started going out with Martin Hanson from Birkley.”
“That guy with the motorbike?”
“Yeah, when I found out I, we had this big row and she told me she didn’t think of me as a boy, but I was her best friend. After that we stopped hanging around together as much, I couldn’t bear to see her with him, and we always argued when we were together.
“Before the party the other night I had had this blazing row with Dilly, she found out that I had been borrowing her clothes, when we got to the party we were hardly talking, then I felt so ill I went to Michelle’s house as it was closer, luckily her parents weren’t in…
“Emma you said that you knew that I hadn’t done it, does that mean Dilly told you who beat her up?”
“She made a statement against Derek.”
“The fucking bastard I’ll kill him,” for a brief moment Tim pulled away from me and I almost let go then in a sudden change of mind he pressed himself back against me sobbing. “What am I going to do?”
“Well I reckon getting dressed would be a good plan, Simon will be here in. Oh shit less than two hours.”
“Why? Derek beat Dilly up not me, I don’t want to go out, definitely not in that dress, I can’t believe you think I will.”
“Okay alright, I won’t make you go out tonight,” He looked relieved then puzzled as I handed him my phone.
“What do I need this for?”
“To ring Simon to tell him why Jilly won’t be able to make it tonight.”
“But…” He had gone white as a sheet. “What should I tell him?”
“Oh that’s easy, just tell him that Jilly is your alter ego, but you’re not really into boys.”
“Okay…” He blanched, “WHAT, I can’t say that.”
“Well I don’t know what you’ll say, but remember he does want to speak to you about Dilly.” I left him there I at least meant to go out tonight, I did wonder what I would tell the others, I had a quick shower and did my hair, my hair is a shocking shade of purple, it almost got me kicked out of school when I had it done, I was grounded for nearly a month, mum had been livid. When I got back to my room Tim was in front of my mirror examining himself in the mirror, I could hear him saying something but couldn’t hear what. I crept closer carefully staying out of the reflection.
“I could go out, it’s not like anyone would know, and I did enjoy this afternoon… oh the look on Jen’s face when… I dunno maybe I should tell Em… I don’t know…” I crept back to the door and closed it with a thump he spun and looked at me with a guilty expression.
“So did you ring him?” The look of fear on his face answered my question “So you’d better get ready then don’t you think?”
“Do I have to wear that dress?”
“Yes, of course you do, one thing it’s just right for you and the other thing it makes you look older, you wouldn’t get into the club otherwise.
“Look I’ll help you, shower first make sure you don’t get your hair wet, here wear this.” I handed him a shower cap.
“What? Why?”
“Well we haven’t got time to re-do your hair, do we?”
“I guess…”
“Come on then!”
Part three is a little short but I've posted part 4 as well to give you something to read.
JC
“C’mon Jilly don’t be shy.” Jilly slowly descended the stair.
“Hi Simon.”
“You look gorgeous, that dress, are you sure?”
“What?”
“It’s very um, risqué.”
When Simon finally arrived we were both ready Jilly looking rather sulky and very scared, I answered the door and invited him in. “Evening Em, any sign of that brother of yours?”
“No, no I think he’s staying at a friend’s house.”
“I really need to speak to him, I left a really nasty message on his phone but now…”
“Look here’s Jilly.” I really wanted Simon off the subject of Dilly as I think it was only the fear that Simon wanted to ‘Talk’ to Tim about her that had stopped him ringing him. Simon turned and looked at the figure hesitating at the top of the stair; it was almost comical the way his jaw dropped.
“Wow!” He managed to gasp.
“C’mon Jilly don’t be shy.” Jilly slowly descended the stair.
“Hi Simon.”
“You look gorgeous, that dress, are you sure?”
“What?”
“It’s very um, risqué.”
“I… I like it… um are we going?” Jilly had gone dead white and it was with obvious effort she had stopped herself bolting back upstairs. Simon offered Jilly his arm and after a moments hesitation and a look of despair aimed at me she took it.
“Jilly coat.” I said brandishing a coat I hadn’t worn in a while she took it from me clutching it like a drowning sailor would a life-belt. “We need to pick up Shell on the way, okay?” I asked as I locked the door.
“Yeah sure.” Simon helped Jilly into the front seat, I managed to get my self into the back, chivalry be damned. Simon climbed in and started the engine, “so Em why haven’t I met your pretty cousin before?”
“She’s not really a cousin.”
“…” Jilly gasped.
“Her mum and my mum were best friends; you must have heard us talk about Auntie May?”
“Yeah sure,” Simon said with a noticeable lack of conviction.
“Well Jilly is Auntie May’s daughter.”
“So why did you say she was a cousin.”
“Well we think of each other as cousins.” Said Jilly in a quiet voice.
“Oh, so why haven’t I met her before?”
“I live with my dad so I don’t normally come and see Em with mum.”
“Okay but you're here on your own now?”
“Yeah, um, mum and dad are trying to work out their differences I said I would come here and visit so I didn’t have watch them kill each other.”
“Ah, and you're going home on Monday?”
“Tuesday morning I hope.” Well that’s sorted I thought Simon was paying more attention to the road now which is good because I don’t think I would want to explain to the paramedics what’s going on if we're in an accident.
We pulled in to the drive in front of Shell’s house moments later she was snuggling up next to me. “Hi Shell, are you ready to do some dancing?”
“Hi Sim, are you going to drive us there or are we gonna sit here talking.” Shell answered him back.
“Okay, okay, just asking. So how’s college?”
“Not bad, you?”
“I’m happy, though I miss you a lot.” Shell, Simon and I broke into peals of laughter at that, Shell and Simon never really got on. “So Em how’s school?”
“Cool.” I didn’t want to talk as I was having trouble with Shell nibbling my earlobe. Simon glanced back at us in the mirror.
“Look will you two lesbos stop trying it on in my dads car?” Shell stuck her tongue out at him before sitting up and taking hold of my hand. Luckily Macey’s is a non-straight bar/club. We’ve been before as you can probably tell.
The club is on three floors the top floor is called the Reading Room, it’s quiet, booths down one side and sofas and arm chairs on the floor. During the day it is just what it says, and they have news papers and stuff. At night it’s the best place in the world to do a bit of necking, the lights are dimmed right down. Middle floor is the bar proper normal inner city bar, plenty of room music isn’t over the top. The lower floor is the club; music is a mixture of eighties, nineties, rock and pop. I personally prefer techno or trance but I only get that in limited doses and on theme nights. Tonight is the normal mix possibly with a DJ to liven things up a bit.
The other advantage of Macey’s over more traditional clubs is I know the owner, Madame Acrá mé is an old friend of the family. She knows that we will buy drinks somewhere so instead she makes it easy we come to her club and go easy on the drinks, I’ve been drunk before I don’t want it to happen again. Obviously if we’re asked our age we lie and say we’re all 18+ tonight I’ll be the only sub 18 in our group. Even better Mondays are teen nights under 18s only no alcohol at all, my friends and I are regular attendees.
So back to the story, we pulled up outside the club quite quickly Simon found a parking space. “Um guy’s can we stop with the Jilly nonsense too?” Jilly asked as Simon cut the engine.
“…” said Shell and I.
“But…” said Simon slightly more sensibly.
“I haven’t been Jilly since I was seven years old my name is Alice so please call me that.”
“Okay.” Shell and I chorused.”
“Okay, um, if you're called Alice why Jilly?”
“I’m Gillian Alice Davies, it was Jilly for short when I was little, so when I started secondary school there already were two Gillian’s, so I went with Alice instead.”
“Oh okay.” Simon said doubtfully. I was beginning to worry Simon seemed to sense that there was something wrong with Jilly, oops Alice. I hoped he wouldn’t cotton on I liked having him as a friend and didn’t like lying to him but…
We climbed out of the car some of us with more grace than others, we bypassed the queue and presented our membership cards at the door. The club is very strict on drugs and stuff like that so anyone who comes in is photographed then if they cause any trouble they can be easily identified, because we were regulars we had got permanent membership cards mine because I was under age had parental permission too. All the people in the queue would be given a temporary card on entry. The system was quite good basically the cards stored your money so you put money on the card then paid for drinks with it. Full members got a discount on entry, food during the day and could jump the queue. Jilly, sorry Alice would need her photo taken, I went with her to ease her tension.
To my surprise the photographer was none other than Madame Acrá mé herself, “Hello Emma, how are you today?”
“Fine thank you.”
“And who is this?”
“This is a friend, her name’s Alice.” Phew remembered.
“Hello Alice you wish to join or just temporary membership?”
“Um temporary please.”
“How old you are?”
“Uh, I’m nineteen.” Shit.
“Oh girls when will you ever learn, why you try and pull wool over my eyes? You are not old enough to be 19, maybe 16?
“And Emma I’m surprised I would have thought you would have told your friend not to lie to me, your old friend.”
I looked at my brother and made sure the door was shut, “Actually he is 19.”
“No there is no way she is… Wait you say he?”
“Yes, this is Tim!”
“EMMA! I thought…”
“Shush child, yes now I see, so yes he is 19. I am amazed you are very pretty girl Tim wait I will get photograph.” She was as good as her word and snapped two pictures of Tim with the tripod mounted digital camera, “We make you new membership card, but we make you 17 so no-one think you old lady like me.” Alice looked like she would protest but after looking at me she desisted, “Now be good girls and enjoy selves please, we talk later about this.” That surprised me I wasn’t expecting it to go any further.
We made our way back into the lobby and rejoined Simon and Shell in time to stop them tearing each other to pieces, Simon immediately put his arm round Alice’s waist and led her into the bar area. “So what happened?”
“She asked Alice her age, she said 19. Madame didn’t believe her so I told her the truth.”
“How did she take it?”
“Who Alice?”
“No Madame.”
“She seemed pretty cool with it, she gave him a new card with his new face on it, said we’d talk about it later.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, shall we go downstairs and do some dancing?”
“Go on then I’ll get the drinks in and meet you by the stage.”
* * *
Macey’s closes at 2 in the morning by half twelve I was knackered, I was upstairs in a arm chair with Shell in my lap. The drinks had begun to catch up with me, “Potty stop.”
“Don’t be long.” I disentangled myself form Shell and made my way towards the toilets, halfway there I spotted a familiar form or on closer inspection I spotted two familiar forms doing what until moments ago I had been doing with Shell. Deciding that the toilet must wait for a few moments longer I sat down on the edge of the table in front of them, I prodded Alice in the ribs. She turned and glanced at me, then looking startled started to disengage herself from Simon. “Toilet now!”
I reached the toilet or more properly the queue and moments later Alice looking very dishevelled met me. “Do you want him to find out?” I asked venomously.
“No, it’s just I…”
“You do don’t you, when I found you he nearly had his hand up your skirt if he finds out we will both be a laughing stock, you realize don’t you.”
“I don’t care, I… I love him.”
“WHAT? What about Dilly?”
“I love her too but in a different way, when he puts his arm round me I feel so safe, so protected.”
“And you’ll feel so beaten up if he finds you’ve got extra parts down there.” We had progressed by this time into separate cubicles, so my haranguing of Alice had to stop. When I had finished and flushed I stepped out and waited by Alice’s stall, she seemed to be taking a long time so when a complete stranger stepped out of the cubicle, I stepped back in shock. I repaired my battered makeup and left to look for Alice, the seat formerly occupied by her and Simon was now occupied by two thirty something men who were obviously trying simultaneous mouth to mouth resuscitation. Finally I resumed my seat underneath Shell.
Shell didn’t want to talk so we went back to inspecting each others mouths with our tongues.
When the lights finally came up at a little before two o’clock we made our way outside and looked for the car, it wasn’t where it had been parked, before panic could set in however Simon pulled up in front of us, “Would Madam care for a ride?” He said to us with a grin. We piled in Shell in the back me in the front. We drove home in silence I tried to ask Simon about Alice but he just shushed me, after we had dropped Shell off he drove me back to my house but before dropping me off he asked. “Emma why?”
“Why? Why what?”
“Emma I thought we were friends, I am extremely hurt.” Oh shit
“When did you find out?”
“I knew all along, I kept hoping you would tell me, after all I thought you were my friend.”
“You mean you knew Tim was Jilly in the shopping centre?”
“Of course we’re best friends I knew about Michelle and Alice, he looked more curvy in the shopping center but I would recognize Alice anywhere.”
“But, but in the club you were kissing him and everything.”
“You should know I’m comfy with my sexuality, I’m not gay, I was however making out with an incredibly sexy girl tonight, she knows the score but how can she tell me anything when you're being all dominant and bitchy.”
“Oh god I’m sorry.” I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Look tell me it all right from the start, I want to know what my current girlfriend has been going through since yesterday.” So I told him, everything the lot, nothing left out.
“I cannot believe you would do that to your own brother, so he’s hit you, I’ve seen the bruises too you hit him back, you gave as good as you got. And using me wanting to apologize against him was unfair, he was so frightened tonight until I told him I was sorry for the message on his phone.”
“Simon will you ever forgive me?”
“Yes I will, I hate the way you did it but I think Alice has a real chance of happiness now she will need a lot of support for some time if she is to continue being happy.”
“Continue?”
“Yes Alice is here to stay I think, Madame Acrá mé has offered her a job you know?”
“A job?”
“Front of house at the club. Now I want you to talk to Alice I want you to apologize properly, I will forgive you but Alice needs to too. Goodnight.” He kissed me on the cheek and I climbed miserably out of the car, “oh and I want those so called friends of yours here tomorrow afternoon, I need to extract promises from them too.”
“Night Simon.”
Okay so part 5 will be along soon, what will Simon say to the gang, what will Dilly say about her boyfriend, will it all end happily ever after all will be revealed.
JC