Chapter 2 - tom

So I start drinking, and ordering couple of burgers for her. After the second drink a guy invites me to dance, and I order her to finish everything that is on the table.

I dance well. Well, not WELL. I was a terrible ballet dancer when I was 8. But I'm very good at dancing in small dark bars. I dance with the guy, but my eyes are focused on Olivia. She knows I'm looking at her, because as she eats she lowers her glance to the plate. Eat up baby. You have a long way to go tonight.

When she finishes, I just go back to table without saying a word to the guy. I step behind her chair, my hands are on her waist, or at least the place that was her waist long ago before she met me. "Ready for seconds, dear?" I whisper in her ear.

"Not yet, Sophie." She pants. "I need to rest for a bit." She moans.

"Oh... I see..." I say, my lips touching ever so slightly her ear as my finger make their way down, where the skirt is clutching the belly so tightly it's about to rip. "Honey, I don't think you'll be able to remove that skirt, it's too tight..."

"Oh no! It's really all I could think about since the moment I've put it on." She says in anxiety.

"I'll take care of this, honey." I tell her in a soothing tone. "You just eat the desert I'll order."

"But I can't eat anymore..." she moans, as I notice another guy coming to our table.

"You will eat." I say coldly, holding up her second chin harshly with my fingers and turn her face to me while I put on my dominatrix expression.

The guy that moved closer seems now a bit hesitating after he saw that, but then with new courage he is coming over. He looks pretty adorable. Really not my type, though. Gigantic blue eyes, red hair, milky skin without even one freckle, tall and lean. As he moves, Olivia notices him too - and, well, look at that. It seems he is her type.

I get slightly annoyed, and let go of her face immediately, taking my sit back. How dare she? Is that the guy I've imagined? The sweet husband waiting for her to come back home from ***ing weight watchers?

I get myself a cigarette, shoving her between my lips while I look at her with my vengeful glare. She seemed confused at my behavior. "Where the *** is my lighter?"

"There you go." Says mister right behind me, lighting my cigarette in a flash of blue-red fire. Good for you, redhead. "Can I keep you company?"

No.

"Sure thing." I say in my bored tone. "I'm Sophie, and that's Olivia. She has a crush on you."

"Sophie!" Olivia cries, her face are getting red.

"Am I wrong?" I ask her sharply. She looks at her empty plates. The guy looks a bit uncomfortable as he sits down.

"Well, I'm Tom. And I'm actually... More into you, Sophie." He pulls his shoulders awkwardly. "Just so there won't be any misunderstandings."

Olivia seems to be trying to dig a hole in the ground with her stares. So mister perfect isn't that perfect after all.

"Not into fatties, Tom?" I ask sweetly, grabbing her fat roll under the table. He smiles shyly.

"Not really, though I don't think it's a nice way..."

"Then how would you call Olivia here?" I ask with a fake interest. He is submissive, I can tell. I can smell it. "Big girl? Chubby? Heavy? Overweight? Big bones? Lard ass - "

"No, of course not lard ass!" he says with a scared little laughter, looking at Olivia.

"Don't stop me Tom!" I raise my voice. "Com'on, she likes it. Can't you tell by the color of her face?"

"I really can't..." he is having a hard time keeping a still face. Poor guy.

"I think she likes it when I call her porker. You're into porkers, Tom?" now I can smell her again, above the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. She is so horny and wet. I order her some desert as she is clutching her hands against her raw red cheeks. In a second thought, I call the waitress back and order a few more drinks. Tom really needs to lighten up.

I finish my cigarette, and Olivia slowly eats from her huge cheese cake. I feed her a bit with my fingers, and Tom stares at us half curious and half disgusted as he drinks. "Wanna feed her?" I ask, feeling a bit more generous after he offered the pay the whole thing and gave me couple of good class cigarettes.

"Nah... not really." He says, twisting his face.

"Please, Sophie, let's just go home." Olivia says, holding back her tears. I was really harsh with her today, I guess. All because of that guy. I just don't want her to be attracted to anyone but me. Is that really that terrible? But I feel guilty. I'm so messed up, and I've been screwing her around too much today. I want to make it better.

"Fine." I say, getting up. "Let me help you up."

"Oh, I'll do it. Tom gets up in a gentleman manner, helping her up... and starts laughing in a not so gentleman manner as the skirts finally give in and a large rip stretching the fabric. "I'm - I'm so sorry, it's the alcohol." He mumbles through his laughter, and I take Olivia's hand, pressing it ever so lightly. Although I've tortured her and mocked her the entire evening while he was gentle and kind- this laughter, above all, gets to me and annoy me.

"Tom, would you like to come with us?" I ask cheerfully. He seems pretty excited. "But only as long as you promise to do anything I tell you."

"Sure thing!" he says, taking out his wallet.

"Don't worry, darling." I tell as we move to the exit. "you had a hell of an evening, but you'll be in heaven tonight."