Spider Bites
Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:50 am
SPIDER BITES
By Greinskyn
Young Julie Danvers was enjoying the hot tropical sun immensely. Reclining there by the pool was simply heaven for the 21 year old newlywed. Who would have thought she’d meet some rich biochemist, marry him, and move to a secluded island all in the span of three months?
Reaching out with a slim hand Julie took a sip from her strawberry daiquiri before reclining back once more. This new life sure proved to be a real treat for a former waitress from New York…and something she was quickly becoming accustomed to. She was so looking forward to spending the winter here in this paradise. ‘Let those suckers wade through the snow I’m staying right here, thank you.’ she thought with a grin. ‘Yep no job, no bills no worries!’
“Honey have you seen Samantha?” came a male voice from out of the blue, disturbing Julie’s bliss.
…well there was one worry
Mrs. Danvers lifted her sunglasses to look at her husband. Richard Danvers was considerably older than she. Still at 40 he kept his conditioning top notch and was pleasing to look at…even if people were always confusing him for her father.
“No I haven’t,” she replied, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice. “Why don’t you ask one of the servants?”
Richard looked at his wife, the exasperation evident on his face. “Honey, Sam’s 15 years old…she needs a mother not a servant.”
Julie sighed. “I’ll tell you what. We can go out shopping together later, it’ll be fun.”
Her husband walked over to her side. His eyes had a misty quality that she’d come to realize meant he was thinking of his previous wife.
“I’m sure it will be a great time, but a mother’s job isn’t all fun and games. You have to supervise her and teach her and listen to her.” He paused, and ran a hand through his wife’s silky black hair. “She doesn’t want a sister or a friend dear. She wants a mother.”
Julie didn’t want to deal with the whole responsibility thing. Of course she’d promised Richard she’d try before they married (something she’d instantly regretted) but it was hard. After all there were so many fun things she could be doing; swimming, shopping, going out with people her age, the list was endless.
“I’m only six years older than her Richard, it just seems so weird playing “MOM.”
Richard suddenly looked at her in a way he’d never done so before. It was as if some significant realization or big decision had been made. “I understand…it’d be easier if you were older wouldn’t it?”
Julie nodded, glad to have finally made her point. “Precisely, I’m too young to be her mother. Honestly how do you even expect Samantha to accept it?”
Her husband merely nodded, not answering. His gaze shifted to a small white bottle by Julie’s side. Picking it up he asked; “How’s my tanning formula working?”
The young brunette smiled broadly, glad to be away from that annoying subject and back to her personal needs. “Oh it’s just great!” she replied running a hand down her bronze skin. “It’s only been four days and look at this tan!”
Richard smiled. “Well, it looks like this one is about empty. I’ll whip you up a new batch today.”
“Thanks Rick.” She replied, loving every minute of his doting.
“Sure, anything for my two ladies,” he answered with a smile and a wink. “Well, I better get going. The lab has a new compound that needs testing.”
Richard bent over to give his young wife a kiss. Julie took in the aroma of his cologne as their lips met. Her heart still beat rapidly moments later when their lips parted and Richard began to walk away. Dreamily she watched him go, drinking in his powerful form.
After a few steps her husband paused. Looking over his broad shoulder he asked; “Please be sure to check up on Sam, will you?”
“Sure, in a minute.” She replied, flashing one of her innocent smiles.
Four hours later…
“What the hell are you listening too?!” Shouted Julie, her voice barely audible above the din.
The blaring noise reduced considerably as the young girl twisted the knob on her stereo.
“Oh, so you do know I exist.” Replied a sweet voice full of the sarcasm only a fifteen year old girl can produce.
“It’s hard not to know with distorted crap like that echoing through the house.” Julie commented, glad she didn’t have to shout anymore. Strain, after all causes wrinkles.
“It’s not crap, its music.” Sam said defensively.
Julie reached out suddenly causing the young girl to wince. Instead of striking her, the older woman picked up the empty CD case resting on Sam’s stereo.
“DethChylde eh? I didn’t know they came out with a new one.” Said Julie as she flipped over the case to read the back. “Oh cool, they have a new drummer! Isn’t he a so sexy?!”
Sam looked stunned and confused. “Aren’t you going to yell at me or somethin’?” She asked. “You know like; “Turn that music down!” or “What are you doing listening to stuff like this?” or “I’m telling your father!” You know mom stuff.”
“Why would I do that?” Asked Julie, genuinely confused.
“Well why did you come in here then?” Sam replied with a question of her own.
Julie smiled. “Oh that! I just thought how terrible those cheap speakers sounded at full load. Tell you what, why don’t we order you a real set?”
Samantha got upset instantly. “I bought those with my own money! I worked real hard too!” She leapt to her feet. “What kind of mom are you? You’re supposed to be mad and take this away from me!” She gestured to the CD. Then in a hushed voice added; “My real mom would have.”
At that the young girl stormed out of the room her face full of tears. Julie merely shrugged, letting the girl go. At least she knew what to get Sam for her birthday...
Unable to talk the distraught girl out of the bathroom after a full ten minutes of trying, the young bride gave up. ‘Fine, I’ll go to town without you’ she thought in a huff. After notifying the servants to keep an eye on Sam, Julie went upstairs to get ready for her trip to town.
Stripping off the skimpy bikini, she walked naked and confident to the large walk-in closet. Even though the thing was huge, only about a third of it was available to Julie. Richard’s late wife’s wardrobe took up the rest. As creepy as it was, he refused to let her throw the stuff out. ‘Why hang on to this shit anyway?’ she asked herself. As if to reinforce her point, she lifted one of the woman’s outfits off the hangers.
“She was HUGE!” Julie’s voice was full of shock as she looked at the matronly size twenty-four pantsuit. With a shudder the thin brunette put the outfit back. “Uuggh!”
Eager to move on, she turned back to her portion of the closet to select an outfit suitable for her lithe figure. Moments later a breezy white blouse and a black mini accompanied her out.
In order to maximize her assets, a pair of black thong panties were worn under the mini. ‘That oughtta knock em dead’ she thought mischievously. She anticipated dropping several things that day… Julie didn’t bother to wear a bra. Her firm B-cup breasts didn’t need the support. To finish off the outfit, a favorite pair of black heels were added. She just loved what they did for her slim legs. A little work on her lashes, some lipstick, and a few cursory stokes through her black mane and she was off.
Time flew by faster than she ever could have believed. The clubs, the little shops, and the people she’d met had erased any thoughts of other obligations. Only darkness finally reminded Julie that it was well past time to go home.
Surprisingly there were no lectures from her husband or sarcasm from Sam. Occasionally there was a knowing look or strange comment between the two, but other than that all seemed fine. ‘Good, I’ve finally got them to accept who I really am’ thought the young brunette smugly.
****
“Wow that was some nightcap!” exclaimed Julie. “I don’t remember a thing past pulling back the covers. What the heck was in that drink anyway?”
Richard just chuckled as he finished drying off from his shower. “That’s something I’ve picked up over the years. Relaxing isn’t it?”
“I’ll say,” she replied with a yawn. “I can hardly get out of bed.”
Her statement was pure truth for her limbs felt like lead as if her body was still asleep. It was the strangest sensation that she’d ever had. After a long stretch and a short battle over going back to sleep, Julie got up and headed to the bathroom.
“Ow! What are these?” asked the young bride, rubbing some angry looking red spots on her breasts.
Richard came running looking very concerned. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
Julie turned towards her husband. “Look at these!” she said, jutting her chest out.
How could he not look, with a rack like that staring at him. The concern disappeared from his face replaced with a grin and a blush. “Very impressive honey, I can look at those all day!”
She released her breasts, causing them to drop slightly, in order to slap her husband in the arm. “Not my boobs silly…these!” At that she pointed to the tiny red marks, one on each breast.
“Oh, those…” Richard replied, drawing out the comment. “Don’t worry about those, they’re just little spider bites…nothing to worry about.”
“Spiders?” asked Julie. By her tone you could tell she was anything but “not worried.”
Richard pulled his young wife to him, his arms easily encircling her slim waist. “They’re absolutely harmless. That’s why I forgot to tell you about them.” He reassured her. “See, I have them too.”
Julie looked at the tiny little red marks on her husband’s muscular arm. Still, she didn’t look happy. “I’d still like it if you could get an exterminator in here.”
Richard promised he would then headed out of the bathroom to let his wife finish. As soon as he heard the shower start he reached under the bed and pulled out a little tray. On it were several syringes and a variety of tiny bottles.
“Time to dispose of you my little spiders.” He whispered, dumping the contents into his satchel.
Julie found several more of the bites while showering. She had one on each thigh and at least two on each but cheek. There were even some on her upper arms and belly. Those didn’t bother her as much as the one under her chin. The very thought of a spider crawling around on her face sent shivers down her spine. Still, her husband promised to get rid of them so she tried her best to put the little beasts out of her mind.
****
“Rise and shine!”
His wife pried an eye open to see the smiling face of her husband peering down at her.
“Hmmffh” was the reply, as she pulled the covers closer before rolling over on her side. Julie was asleep again in seconds.
Richard smiled. It had been only four days since the “spiders” paid a visit and already his early rising wife had begun sleeping in. A glance at the clock showed 9:45am, almost three hours later than her normal waking time. He left for work with a noticeable spring to his step.
“Shit!”
Julie couldn't believe it was almost 10:30 in the morning and here she was still in bed. 'Am I catching a cold or something?' she wondered. If anything she felt just the opposite; well rested and quite comfy.
After a long luxurious stretch the raven haired beauty swung her feet over the side of the bed. She sat there trying to ignore the urge to crawl back in again before finally climbing to her feet.
Another stretch... and a yawn.
Julie slipped on a robe and padded across the bedroom. As she went, her eyes fell on the sleek one-piece bathing suit she'd laid out the night before. Her pace faltered slightly as a pang of guilt hit. For the second morning in a row the young bride skipped her morning swim. 'Well, too late now' she reasoned. The Mothers of Tomorrow – Grades 9 and 10 Luncheon was at 11:30am, a mere hour away. 'I'll do a couple extra laps tomorrow' she vowed.
The town hall looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Quite unusual really given its tropical location. Then again the whole island was a paradox. A refuge for the extremely wealthy, it bore the marks of their tastes as well as their fortune. Depending where you went you could think yourself lost on a deserted tropical island, in the heart of Vegas, or taking a stroll along some quaint small town.
Taking a deep breath of resignation, Julie quickly ascended the marble stairs. Oh how she hated these stuffy formalities. Once at the top she took a second to adjust her summer dress and catch her breath. She thought it strange that such an easy exertion would affect her so and once again had the notion that maybe she was indeed coming down with something. She didn't have long to ponder, however.
“Mrs. Danvers!”
Julie turned to see the heavyset and panting form of Mrs. Margaret Waterston approaching. Apparently the thirty or so stairs had more of an impact on the middle aged woman... as did the thirty or so more pounds.
“How good to see you!” Julie replied.
It was the truth too. Of all the mothers she was about to face, Mrs. Waterston was about the only one who didn't look down on her as some young gold digger.
The two stood together as much to allow the older woman to catch her breath as to forestall going inside. Finally with a deep breath of her own, Margaret broke the silence.
“So are you ready to face the wolves?”
“I guess so...”
At that the two headed inside.
“It must be hard raising someone else's child”
Julie realized it was more of a statement than a question. One of many she'd bore along with the barely concealed looks of disapproval.
“Oh not really...”
Mrs. Delmar raised a doubtful eyebrow. “Surely a child so close to your age must have little respect for...”
“Julie can you come over here for a moment?” Margaret interrupted, hooking an arm around the woman before she could even answer.
The two left the gossip gathering session as fast as possible. Once at a safe distance Margaret gave Julie a knowing wink.
“I just couldn't let you endure that any longer.”
“I don't think I could have taken it much longer!”
“Here this will make you feel better.”
A plate was handed to Julie with some sort of pie or custard on it. Normally she would have declined such an offering but felt obligated to show her appreciation to her savior. Besides she'd been feeling uncustomarily peckish all morning.
“This is delicious!”
Any apprehension disappeared the second the dessert touched her lips.
Margaret beamed in pride. “The secret is in the eggs and cream...”
Back home, Julie slipped out of the summer dress. Her intentions had been to put on something a bit more trendy and head out again. There was a new shop; Christoffe's and she'd been dying to try it out. The moment her eyes fell on her bed, however...
She slipped off her panties, the bra followed close behind. Naked, Julie slipped under the covers. The king size bed felt dreamy. 'I shouldn't have had that second dessert' she thought moments before drifting off to sleep.
Christoffe's appeared to be living up to the island's high standards... and then some. From the moment she entered until she made her selections a representative was there waiting on her hand and foot. Much to her delight a new crop of handsome young men were among them, fresh from the mainland. It seemed they were admiring her form as much as she admired theirs.
“Here you are Miss Danvers.” said a stunning young woman gesturing to a large dressing room. Your selections are already waiting for you. Ring if you need anything at all.
Julie didn't bother correcting her.
Left alone, she eagerly began undressing in preparation. It had been frustrating waiting the last two days to come here. A squall had come out of nowhere leaving her stranded and restless in the house. Deprived of the satellite she'd taken refuge in their personal theatre, watching Julia Roberts films. At least Sam hadn't been such a pain, in fact the girl made the time more pleasurable by catering to her. There always seemed to be a bowl of popcorn ready or one of her favorite daiquiris... not to mention a handy box of tissues. Still, it was entirely too domestic and stifling. The second things cleared Julie was braving the muddy roads to civilization.
Her first selection consisted of a size 6 Francoise pastel skirt and blouse combination. The blue reminded her of one of the secluded pools Richard had whisked her off to when they first arrived. 'Perhaps this will inspire him to take me back again?' she mused. With a sly grin she began to slip up the skirt.
“Uggh!”
The grin faded as Julie tried to pull the skirt in place. An inch shy of her goal, however, the hem stopped. Try as she may the material refused to budge any further, instead clinging tightly to her hips and ass. Twisting slightly the young woman took in the ugly creases. Instead of flattering her figure the designer garment made her ass seem bigger than she knew it to be. Averting her eyes she squirmed out of it again. 'Damn, I really liked that blouse too!'
A quick check to see if she'd been mistakenly given a size 4 showed it was indeed a 6... in theory anyway.
The second outfit fared little better. She actually managed to snap this one, though it dug in fiercely. It gripped her so tightly a roll of flesh peeked out at the waist. Julie's hips strained at the seams crying for release. She complied.
Again she checked the label. Again it was a 6.
“Damn designers! Why don't they leave the sizes alone?” she cursed.
Defeated, Julie peeled off the skirt and once again put on her own clothes. Before leaving she gave herself a quick inspection in the mirror... and frowned. Her blouse didn't hang true so a cursory adjustment was given. When that failed she gave another tug. 'What in the hell?' For some reason the material clung tightly to her breasts. Not wanting to overstretch the cloth she left it alone, consoling herself with the thought that it made her boobs look bigger.
“So, did you like the new line?” asked the salesgirl.
“No, the color didn't suit me like I though it would.” She lied.
No way was Julie going to ask for anything in an 8 even if it was technically a 6.
“I'm sorry to hear that. Francoise does have the same style in a bolder hue if you are interested?”
“Not really.” She tried to sound aloof. Then to change the subject added, “I am interested in a new handbag. Vogue mentioned you carry Marie's Elite line.”
The salesgirl's eyes widened. Certainly a commission from a $3,000.00 handbag would be worthwhile. Julie let her lead the way.
As she walked, the hem of her skirt rose ever so slightly...
The day was still young when Julie left Christoffe's... new bag in hand. Wanting to show off the new acquisition she'd transferred the contents from her Gucci on the spot. Of course she'd told the salesgirls to just throw the old one away. Their wide eyes had indicated it wasn't likely to reach the trash. That fact was confirmed by the struggle between the two young women when they thought she was out of earshot. 'I wonder who won?' mused Julie, with an evil grin.
“Hey trouble!”
Julie recognized that voice in an instant.
“Look who's talking!”
Turning around, the brunette beheld her friend and fellow conspirator Maia Donatero. Laughing, they embraced then continued down the walk laughing and gossiping. One could almost mistake the two for sisters; sharing a similar height and lithe build. Only their faces betrayed that notion. While Julie sported a more traditionally European look, Maia's features bore traces of an Eastern heritage.
“So, where are we headed?”
Julie glanced up. “By the looks of the sky, I'd say the beach was out.”
Maia agreed and suggested De'Salle's.
It was only 12:30 (yes she'd overslept again) so she hesitated.
“Marcus is bartending...” teased Maia.
That tipped the balance.
****
The bad weather had swelled the normally thin midday ranks. Most people filled the booths or tables scattered about. Our pair, however chose the bar... probably because it was more conspicuous or closer to the alcohol.
“No more for me thanks!”
“Come on just one more Jamaican Sunset?” Julie urged, slurring the word sunset.
“Yea, just one more?”
Maia looked from her friend to one of the sexy hunks currently buying them drinks. Neither of them had the best of intentions. She wasn't an innocent schoolgirl and knew full well when a man was trying to get her drunk. Even now she felt his hand get a little too familiar along her inner thigh.
“Nope, especially anything with “Jamaican” in its name.”
“Are you sure baby?” The hand became even more familiar.
Suddenly a new voice chimed in.
“Maia your boyfriend just called, he'll be here in a couple minutes...”
The foursome turned to look at the bartender... Julie in particular. There on the other side of the Koa wood expanse stood a solid muscular man. Now each of the men flanking the young ladies was hunky, but next to Marcus they might as well not even be there. Julie adjusted her tight top to show a bit more flesh.
“... he seemed pretty upset you missed his fight.”
Marcus' grim tone wasn't lost on the two men.
“I hate those damn fights!” Maia responded on cue. “All that blood makes me queasy.”
Speaking of queasy, both suitors seemed to have paled considerably.
“I hope he doesn't mess the place up again.” Marcus looked directly at the men.
Suddenly the pair remembered a pressing engagement and left. A round of laughter burst from the remaining threesome at their expense.
“Marcus, that was amazing!”
“Not as good as that one last month!” Julie retorted.
Another round of laughter.
Maia nodded. “That one will be hard to beat I give you that.”
Marcus merely shrugged.
“Don't be so modest! I mean who else could convince someone we had a threeway relationship with a Sumo wrestler?”
Thus the conversation continued until Julie remembered that the last round had been paid for but not served.
“Nope!” Maia held up her hand adamantly. “I want to go to Christoffe's and I make it a rule never to shop while inebridated... um, I mean inebriated.
“Julie smiled cattily. “I seem to remember an incident involving a miniskirt...”
“OK! I usually never shop while inebriated!”
Another round of laughter... and drinks.
Julie saw her friend's attention be drawn to the same two piece combination that she herself had tried... albeit in a different color. She almost warned Maia that the sizes were a bit misleading, but the alcohol made her mischievous.
“I think that would look marvelous on you!”
“You think?”
“Oh, definitely!”
Julie suppressed a grin when Maia requested a 6. Something about seeing her struggle to fit into it was so delicious she couldn't resist. It became torture waiting while other selections were perused.
“How does this look? Not too tight I hope?”
“No, it looks great.”
Unfortunately it did. The cut fit comfortably without a trace of binding or creasing. Julie found herself questioning what she was seeing. Certainly her friend wasn't any skinnier than she was. Of the two it had always been Julie that was thinner. 'So why did it fit her and not me?' It wasn't the same dress, just the same style. 'Maybe the pastel blue one was mismarked?'
Worry creased her brow as another thought came to mind.
Seeing her friend caught up in self inspection, Julie felt her hand begin to probe her own form. Under the silky dress her skin felt warm and soft. 'Too soft?' The horrible possibility brought several things to mind, like how snug her bras had felt of late... and the incident yesterday when her shorts pinched so much she had to change. Never one to gain weight Julie had dismissed these as mistakes by one of the servants, now however...
Her hand just reached the swell of her derierre...
“I think this would look much better on you.”
Julie froze.
“Hmmm?”
Her friend turned to look at her. “I said this would look better on you. Here, try it on.”
Not waiting for an answer, Maia began to undress.
Julie stood there trying to come to terms with what was going on. Of course the alcohol clouding her mind didn't help matters any. 'Julie you're being ridiculous!' After a few moments of indecision she shrugged the whole thing off as a figment of her imagination and too began to disrobe.
Maia meanwhile had been caught up in her next choice so wasn't paying much attention to her friend. She finally decided on the frilly party dress first, but was unable to zip it up herself. Some of the ruffles kept getting in the way of the zipper. Frustrated, she turned to ask Julie for some help.
The words froze in her throat.
With widening eyes she beheld a curious sight. It seemed her friend was having some trouble with the skirt... “some” being something of an understatement. Julie had stripped to just bra and panties and was currently struggling to pull it in place. Unaware that she was being observed, the brunette wiggled her hips as she tugged. Each wiggle briefly forming a roll above each hip, small but there nonetheless. By the time she succeeded the skirt looked painted on to her butt cheeks. Creases formed at the hips and the seems there looked visibly stressed. Maia was speechless. She could only stand there and watch as Julie tried to do up the snap. 'She's actually putting on weight!' Something the startled girl would have never thought possible. Sure enough small poofs of flesh poured out over the hem... deepening with each attempt to do up the snap.
Just then Julie nervously looked over her shoulder, but Maia was quicker and seemed to be preoccupied with her own dress. Relieved, the brunette leaned over to pick up the matching blouse. As she did so a small tummy roll appeared before smoothing out once more... well almost. If one looked closely a small gathering of fat remained, slightly rounding out the once flat abdomen.
Maia noticed.
It didn't end there. It seemed Julie's bra band was digging in. The effect was highlighted by the way her flesh pushed against the fabric of the blouse on either side of the band. Even the straps seemed to be sinking in slightly into what had once been a toned physique. 'Looks like the rich life is catching up on her.' Maia looked down at her own flat tummy, remembering how much looser that outfit had been on her. It was a moment of victory of sorts after months of having Julie try on smaller outfits than she. Putting up with little comments like; “I'm sure the next size up would be just as cute.” or “That outfit should camouflage your hips” Maia smiled. 'Who has the hips now?'
Julie looked at her reflection and fought back a tear. So it was true. 'I have put on weight.' It was a tough pill to swallow for the forever slender young woman. As she looked at the way her body fought to be free of the restrictive clothing it dawned on her. 'What did I expect? Going from ten hour shifts bussing tables to lounging around the pool and hanging out at clubs.' A bit of righteous indignation filtered in. 'Well, I don't just sit. I do swim laps... except for the last couple days.'
In actuality it had been a full week since she'd last swam at the pool.
“I think it would look better with the blouse tucked in.”
Maia's unexpected comment nearly stopped her heart. 'Omigod does she notice?' What could she say to that? That she couldn't because the waist was too tight? That even if she somehow could tuck it in that it would show how much her tummy was pressing against the front?
“Um... I kinda like it like this. Sorta casual you know?”
'Yeah right sweetheart!'
“Turn around and let me see.”
Swallowing hard, Julie complied.
“Gee, that looks kind of... snug.”
Julie averted her friend's eyes. “I think I've put on a couple pounds.”
'Try at least ten.'
“Maybe a size 8 will fit better. Want me to call the saleswoman and ask for a larger size?”
Julie actually cringed. “N..No thanks! Really. I'll just up my workouts and get back in shape.”
'Oh I am so enjoying this!'
Maia thought back to earlier this evening recalling how many drinks her friend had consumed... not to mention all the little complimentary snacks. It must have been nearly a thousand calories. Frankly she was amazed her own figure had stayed as slim as it had. 'At least I have some motivation...'
“Yeah, you'll be back in shape in no time!”
The two parted ways soon after that. Julie felt a little awkward after the dressing room incident and wanted to be alone. Plus, her buzz was fading leaving her feeling yucky. With a final goodbye she tossed her new handbag and shopping bag into the passenger seat. Yes, she'd bought the outfit, though whether to convince Maia or herself that she was going to lose the weight is not sure. Certainly it should offer motivation as well as a guage to monitor her progress.
By Greinskyn
Young Julie Danvers was enjoying the hot tropical sun immensely. Reclining there by the pool was simply heaven for the 21 year old newlywed. Who would have thought she’d meet some rich biochemist, marry him, and move to a secluded island all in the span of three months?
Reaching out with a slim hand Julie took a sip from her strawberry daiquiri before reclining back once more. This new life sure proved to be a real treat for a former waitress from New York…and something she was quickly becoming accustomed to. She was so looking forward to spending the winter here in this paradise. ‘Let those suckers wade through the snow I’m staying right here, thank you.’ she thought with a grin. ‘Yep no job, no bills no worries!’
“Honey have you seen Samantha?” came a male voice from out of the blue, disturbing Julie’s bliss.
…well there was one worry
Mrs. Danvers lifted her sunglasses to look at her husband. Richard Danvers was considerably older than she. Still at 40 he kept his conditioning top notch and was pleasing to look at…even if people were always confusing him for her father.
“No I haven’t,” she replied, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice. “Why don’t you ask one of the servants?”
Richard looked at his wife, the exasperation evident on his face. “Honey, Sam’s 15 years old…she needs a mother not a servant.”
Julie sighed. “I’ll tell you what. We can go out shopping together later, it’ll be fun.”
Her husband walked over to her side. His eyes had a misty quality that she’d come to realize meant he was thinking of his previous wife.
“I’m sure it will be a great time, but a mother’s job isn’t all fun and games. You have to supervise her and teach her and listen to her.” He paused, and ran a hand through his wife’s silky black hair. “She doesn’t want a sister or a friend dear. She wants a mother.”
Julie didn’t want to deal with the whole responsibility thing. Of course she’d promised Richard she’d try before they married (something she’d instantly regretted) but it was hard. After all there were so many fun things she could be doing; swimming, shopping, going out with people her age, the list was endless.
“I’m only six years older than her Richard, it just seems so weird playing “MOM.”
Richard suddenly looked at her in a way he’d never done so before. It was as if some significant realization or big decision had been made. “I understand…it’d be easier if you were older wouldn’t it?”
Julie nodded, glad to have finally made her point. “Precisely, I’m too young to be her mother. Honestly how do you even expect Samantha to accept it?”
Her husband merely nodded, not answering. His gaze shifted to a small white bottle by Julie’s side. Picking it up he asked; “How’s my tanning formula working?”
The young brunette smiled broadly, glad to be away from that annoying subject and back to her personal needs. “Oh it’s just great!” she replied running a hand down her bronze skin. “It’s only been four days and look at this tan!”
Richard smiled. “Well, it looks like this one is about empty. I’ll whip you up a new batch today.”
“Thanks Rick.” She replied, loving every minute of his doting.
“Sure, anything for my two ladies,” he answered with a smile and a wink. “Well, I better get going. The lab has a new compound that needs testing.”
Richard bent over to give his young wife a kiss. Julie took in the aroma of his cologne as their lips met. Her heart still beat rapidly moments later when their lips parted and Richard began to walk away. Dreamily she watched him go, drinking in his powerful form.
After a few steps her husband paused. Looking over his broad shoulder he asked; “Please be sure to check up on Sam, will you?”
“Sure, in a minute.” She replied, flashing one of her innocent smiles.
Four hours later…
“What the hell are you listening too?!” Shouted Julie, her voice barely audible above the din.
The blaring noise reduced considerably as the young girl twisted the knob on her stereo.
“Oh, so you do know I exist.” Replied a sweet voice full of the sarcasm only a fifteen year old girl can produce.
“It’s hard not to know with distorted crap like that echoing through the house.” Julie commented, glad she didn’t have to shout anymore. Strain, after all causes wrinkles.
“It’s not crap, its music.” Sam said defensively.
Julie reached out suddenly causing the young girl to wince. Instead of striking her, the older woman picked up the empty CD case resting on Sam’s stereo.
“DethChylde eh? I didn’t know they came out with a new one.” Said Julie as she flipped over the case to read the back. “Oh cool, they have a new drummer! Isn’t he a so sexy?!”
Sam looked stunned and confused. “Aren’t you going to yell at me or somethin’?” She asked. “You know like; “Turn that music down!” or “What are you doing listening to stuff like this?” or “I’m telling your father!” You know mom stuff.”
“Why would I do that?” Asked Julie, genuinely confused.
“Well why did you come in here then?” Sam replied with a question of her own.
Julie smiled. “Oh that! I just thought how terrible those cheap speakers sounded at full load. Tell you what, why don’t we order you a real set?”
Samantha got upset instantly. “I bought those with my own money! I worked real hard too!” She leapt to her feet. “What kind of mom are you? You’re supposed to be mad and take this away from me!” She gestured to the CD. Then in a hushed voice added; “My real mom would have.”
At that the young girl stormed out of the room her face full of tears. Julie merely shrugged, letting the girl go. At least she knew what to get Sam for her birthday...
Unable to talk the distraught girl out of the bathroom after a full ten minutes of trying, the young bride gave up. ‘Fine, I’ll go to town without you’ she thought in a huff. After notifying the servants to keep an eye on Sam, Julie went upstairs to get ready for her trip to town.
Stripping off the skimpy bikini, she walked naked and confident to the large walk-in closet. Even though the thing was huge, only about a third of it was available to Julie. Richard’s late wife’s wardrobe took up the rest. As creepy as it was, he refused to let her throw the stuff out. ‘Why hang on to this shit anyway?’ she asked herself. As if to reinforce her point, she lifted one of the woman’s outfits off the hangers.
“She was HUGE!” Julie’s voice was full of shock as she looked at the matronly size twenty-four pantsuit. With a shudder the thin brunette put the outfit back. “Uuggh!”
Eager to move on, she turned back to her portion of the closet to select an outfit suitable for her lithe figure. Moments later a breezy white blouse and a black mini accompanied her out.
In order to maximize her assets, a pair of black thong panties were worn under the mini. ‘That oughtta knock em dead’ she thought mischievously. She anticipated dropping several things that day… Julie didn’t bother to wear a bra. Her firm B-cup breasts didn’t need the support. To finish off the outfit, a favorite pair of black heels were added. She just loved what they did for her slim legs. A little work on her lashes, some lipstick, and a few cursory stokes through her black mane and she was off.
Time flew by faster than she ever could have believed. The clubs, the little shops, and the people she’d met had erased any thoughts of other obligations. Only darkness finally reminded Julie that it was well past time to go home.
Surprisingly there were no lectures from her husband or sarcasm from Sam. Occasionally there was a knowing look or strange comment between the two, but other than that all seemed fine. ‘Good, I’ve finally got them to accept who I really am’ thought the young brunette smugly.
****
“Wow that was some nightcap!” exclaimed Julie. “I don’t remember a thing past pulling back the covers. What the heck was in that drink anyway?”
Richard just chuckled as he finished drying off from his shower. “That’s something I’ve picked up over the years. Relaxing isn’t it?”
“I’ll say,” she replied with a yawn. “I can hardly get out of bed.”
Her statement was pure truth for her limbs felt like lead as if her body was still asleep. It was the strangest sensation that she’d ever had. After a long stretch and a short battle over going back to sleep, Julie got up and headed to the bathroom.
“Ow! What are these?” asked the young bride, rubbing some angry looking red spots on her breasts.
Richard came running looking very concerned. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
Julie turned towards her husband. “Look at these!” she said, jutting her chest out.
How could he not look, with a rack like that staring at him. The concern disappeared from his face replaced with a grin and a blush. “Very impressive honey, I can look at those all day!”
She released her breasts, causing them to drop slightly, in order to slap her husband in the arm. “Not my boobs silly…these!” At that she pointed to the tiny red marks, one on each breast.
“Oh, those…” Richard replied, drawing out the comment. “Don’t worry about those, they’re just little spider bites…nothing to worry about.”
“Spiders?” asked Julie. By her tone you could tell she was anything but “not worried.”
Richard pulled his young wife to him, his arms easily encircling her slim waist. “They’re absolutely harmless. That’s why I forgot to tell you about them.” He reassured her. “See, I have them too.”
Julie looked at the tiny little red marks on her husband’s muscular arm. Still, she didn’t look happy. “I’d still like it if you could get an exterminator in here.”
Richard promised he would then headed out of the bathroom to let his wife finish. As soon as he heard the shower start he reached under the bed and pulled out a little tray. On it were several syringes and a variety of tiny bottles.
“Time to dispose of you my little spiders.” He whispered, dumping the contents into his satchel.
Julie found several more of the bites while showering. She had one on each thigh and at least two on each but cheek. There were even some on her upper arms and belly. Those didn’t bother her as much as the one under her chin. The very thought of a spider crawling around on her face sent shivers down her spine. Still, her husband promised to get rid of them so she tried her best to put the little beasts out of her mind.
****
“Rise and shine!”
His wife pried an eye open to see the smiling face of her husband peering down at her.
“Hmmffh” was the reply, as she pulled the covers closer before rolling over on her side. Julie was asleep again in seconds.
Richard smiled. It had been only four days since the “spiders” paid a visit and already his early rising wife had begun sleeping in. A glance at the clock showed 9:45am, almost three hours later than her normal waking time. He left for work with a noticeable spring to his step.
“Shit!”
Julie couldn't believe it was almost 10:30 in the morning and here she was still in bed. 'Am I catching a cold or something?' she wondered. If anything she felt just the opposite; well rested and quite comfy.
After a long luxurious stretch the raven haired beauty swung her feet over the side of the bed. She sat there trying to ignore the urge to crawl back in again before finally climbing to her feet.
Another stretch... and a yawn.
Julie slipped on a robe and padded across the bedroom. As she went, her eyes fell on the sleek one-piece bathing suit she'd laid out the night before. Her pace faltered slightly as a pang of guilt hit. For the second morning in a row the young bride skipped her morning swim. 'Well, too late now' she reasoned. The Mothers of Tomorrow – Grades 9 and 10 Luncheon was at 11:30am, a mere hour away. 'I'll do a couple extra laps tomorrow' she vowed.
The town hall looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Quite unusual really given its tropical location. Then again the whole island was a paradox. A refuge for the extremely wealthy, it bore the marks of their tastes as well as their fortune. Depending where you went you could think yourself lost on a deserted tropical island, in the heart of Vegas, or taking a stroll along some quaint small town.
Taking a deep breath of resignation, Julie quickly ascended the marble stairs. Oh how she hated these stuffy formalities. Once at the top she took a second to adjust her summer dress and catch her breath. She thought it strange that such an easy exertion would affect her so and once again had the notion that maybe she was indeed coming down with something. She didn't have long to ponder, however.
“Mrs. Danvers!”
Julie turned to see the heavyset and panting form of Mrs. Margaret Waterston approaching. Apparently the thirty or so stairs had more of an impact on the middle aged woman... as did the thirty or so more pounds.
“How good to see you!” Julie replied.
It was the truth too. Of all the mothers she was about to face, Mrs. Waterston was about the only one who didn't look down on her as some young gold digger.
The two stood together as much to allow the older woman to catch her breath as to forestall going inside. Finally with a deep breath of her own, Margaret broke the silence.
“So are you ready to face the wolves?”
“I guess so...”
At that the two headed inside.
“It must be hard raising someone else's child”
Julie realized it was more of a statement than a question. One of many she'd bore along with the barely concealed looks of disapproval.
“Oh not really...”
Mrs. Delmar raised a doubtful eyebrow. “Surely a child so close to your age must have little respect for...”
“Julie can you come over here for a moment?” Margaret interrupted, hooking an arm around the woman before she could even answer.
The two left the gossip gathering session as fast as possible. Once at a safe distance Margaret gave Julie a knowing wink.
“I just couldn't let you endure that any longer.”
“I don't think I could have taken it much longer!”
“Here this will make you feel better.”
A plate was handed to Julie with some sort of pie or custard on it. Normally she would have declined such an offering but felt obligated to show her appreciation to her savior. Besides she'd been feeling uncustomarily peckish all morning.
“This is delicious!”
Any apprehension disappeared the second the dessert touched her lips.
Margaret beamed in pride. “The secret is in the eggs and cream...”
Back home, Julie slipped out of the summer dress. Her intentions had been to put on something a bit more trendy and head out again. There was a new shop; Christoffe's and she'd been dying to try it out. The moment her eyes fell on her bed, however...
She slipped off her panties, the bra followed close behind. Naked, Julie slipped under the covers. The king size bed felt dreamy. 'I shouldn't have had that second dessert' she thought moments before drifting off to sleep.
Christoffe's appeared to be living up to the island's high standards... and then some. From the moment she entered until she made her selections a representative was there waiting on her hand and foot. Much to her delight a new crop of handsome young men were among them, fresh from the mainland. It seemed they were admiring her form as much as she admired theirs.
“Here you are Miss Danvers.” said a stunning young woman gesturing to a large dressing room. Your selections are already waiting for you. Ring if you need anything at all.
Julie didn't bother correcting her.
Left alone, she eagerly began undressing in preparation. It had been frustrating waiting the last two days to come here. A squall had come out of nowhere leaving her stranded and restless in the house. Deprived of the satellite she'd taken refuge in their personal theatre, watching Julia Roberts films. At least Sam hadn't been such a pain, in fact the girl made the time more pleasurable by catering to her. There always seemed to be a bowl of popcorn ready or one of her favorite daiquiris... not to mention a handy box of tissues. Still, it was entirely too domestic and stifling. The second things cleared Julie was braving the muddy roads to civilization.
Her first selection consisted of a size 6 Francoise pastel skirt and blouse combination. The blue reminded her of one of the secluded pools Richard had whisked her off to when they first arrived. 'Perhaps this will inspire him to take me back again?' she mused. With a sly grin she began to slip up the skirt.
“Uggh!”
The grin faded as Julie tried to pull the skirt in place. An inch shy of her goal, however, the hem stopped. Try as she may the material refused to budge any further, instead clinging tightly to her hips and ass. Twisting slightly the young woman took in the ugly creases. Instead of flattering her figure the designer garment made her ass seem bigger than she knew it to be. Averting her eyes she squirmed out of it again. 'Damn, I really liked that blouse too!'
A quick check to see if she'd been mistakenly given a size 4 showed it was indeed a 6... in theory anyway.
The second outfit fared little better. She actually managed to snap this one, though it dug in fiercely. It gripped her so tightly a roll of flesh peeked out at the waist. Julie's hips strained at the seams crying for release. She complied.
Again she checked the label. Again it was a 6.
“Damn designers! Why don't they leave the sizes alone?” she cursed.
Defeated, Julie peeled off the skirt and once again put on her own clothes. Before leaving she gave herself a quick inspection in the mirror... and frowned. Her blouse didn't hang true so a cursory adjustment was given. When that failed she gave another tug. 'What in the hell?' For some reason the material clung tightly to her breasts. Not wanting to overstretch the cloth she left it alone, consoling herself with the thought that it made her boobs look bigger.
“So, did you like the new line?” asked the salesgirl.
“No, the color didn't suit me like I though it would.” She lied.
No way was Julie going to ask for anything in an 8 even if it was technically a 6.
“I'm sorry to hear that. Francoise does have the same style in a bolder hue if you are interested?”
“Not really.” She tried to sound aloof. Then to change the subject added, “I am interested in a new handbag. Vogue mentioned you carry Marie's Elite line.”
The salesgirl's eyes widened. Certainly a commission from a $3,000.00 handbag would be worthwhile. Julie let her lead the way.
As she walked, the hem of her skirt rose ever so slightly...
The day was still young when Julie left Christoffe's... new bag in hand. Wanting to show off the new acquisition she'd transferred the contents from her Gucci on the spot. Of course she'd told the salesgirls to just throw the old one away. Their wide eyes had indicated it wasn't likely to reach the trash. That fact was confirmed by the struggle between the two young women when they thought she was out of earshot. 'I wonder who won?' mused Julie, with an evil grin.
“Hey trouble!”
Julie recognized that voice in an instant.
“Look who's talking!”
Turning around, the brunette beheld her friend and fellow conspirator Maia Donatero. Laughing, they embraced then continued down the walk laughing and gossiping. One could almost mistake the two for sisters; sharing a similar height and lithe build. Only their faces betrayed that notion. While Julie sported a more traditionally European look, Maia's features bore traces of an Eastern heritage.
“So, where are we headed?”
Julie glanced up. “By the looks of the sky, I'd say the beach was out.”
Maia agreed and suggested De'Salle's.
It was only 12:30 (yes she'd overslept again) so she hesitated.
“Marcus is bartending...” teased Maia.
That tipped the balance.
****
The bad weather had swelled the normally thin midday ranks. Most people filled the booths or tables scattered about. Our pair, however chose the bar... probably because it was more conspicuous or closer to the alcohol.
“No more for me thanks!”
“Come on just one more Jamaican Sunset?” Julie urged, slurring the word sunset.
“Yea, just one more?”
Maia looked from her friend to one of the sexy hunks currently buying them drinks. Neither of them had the best of intentions. She wasn't an innocent schoolgirl and knew full well when a man was trying to get her drunk. Even now she felt his hand get a little too familiar along her inner thigh.
“Nope, especially anything with “Jamaican” in its name.”
“Are you sure baby?” The hand became even more familiar.
Suddenly a new voice chimed in.
“Maia your boyfriend just called, he'll be here in a couple minutes...”
The foursome turned to look at the bartender... Julie in particular. There on the other side of the Koa wood expanse stood a solid muscular man. Now each of the men flanking the young ladies was hunky, but next to Marcus they might as well not even be there. Julie adjusted her tight top to show a bit more flesh.
“... he seemed pretty upset you missed his fight.”
Marcus' grim tone wasn't lost on the two men.
“I hate those damn fights!” Maia responded on cue. “All that blood makes me queasy.”
Speaking of queasy, both suitors seemed to have paled considerably.
“I hope he doesn't mess the place up again.” Marcus looked directly at the men.
Suddenly the pair remembered a pressing engagement and left. A round of laughter burst from the remaining threesome at their expense.
“Marcus, that was amazing!”
“Not as good as that one last month!” Julie retorted.
Another round of laughter.
Maia nodded. “That one will be hard to beat I give you that.”
Marcus merely shrugged.
“Don't be so modest! I mean who else could convince someone we had a threeway relationship with a Sumo wrestler?”
Thus the conversation continued until Julie remembered that the last round had been paid for but not served.
“Nope!” Maia held up her hand adamantly. “I want to go to Christoffe's and I make it a rule never to shop while inebridated... um, I mean inebriated.
“Julie smiled cattily. “I seem to remember an incident involving a miniskirt...”
“OK! I usually never shop while inebriated!”
Another round of laughter... and drinks.
Julie saw her friend's attention be drawn to the same two piece combination that she herself had tried... albeit in a different color. She almost warned Maia that the sizes were a bit misleading, but the alcohol made her mischievous.
“I think that would look marvelous on you!”
“You think?”
“Oh, definitely!”
Julie suppressed a grin when Maia requested a 6. Something about seeing her struggle to fit into it was so delicious she couldn't resist. It became torture waiting while other selections were perused.
“How does this look? Not too tight I hope?”
“No, it looks great.”
Unfortunately it did. The cut fit comfortably without a trace of binding or creasing. Julie found herself questioning what she was seeing. Certainly her friend wasn't any skinnier than she was. Of the two it had always been Julie that was thinner. 'So why did it fit her and not me?' It wasn't the same dress, just the same style. 'Maybe the pastel blue one was mismarked?'
Worry creased her brow as another thought came to mind.
Seeing her friend caught up in self inspection, Julie felt her hand begin to probe her own form. Under the silky dress her skin felt warm and soft. 'Too soft?' The horrible possibility brought several things to mind, like how snug her bras had felt of late... and the incident yesterday when her shorts pinched so much she had to change. Never one to gain weight Julie had dismissed these as mistakes by one of the servants, now however...
Her hand just reached the swell of her derierre...
“I think this would look much better on you.”
Julie froze.
“Hmmm?”
Her friend turned to look at her. “I said this would look better on you. Here, try it on.”
Not waiting for an answer, Maia began to undress.
Julie stood there trying to come to terms with what was going on. Of course the alcohol clouding her mind didn't help matters any. 'Julie you're being ridiculous!' After a few moments of indecision she shrugged the whole thing off as a figment of her imagination and too began to disrobe.
Maia meanwhile had been caught up in her next choice so wasn't paying much attention to her friend. She finally decided on the frilly party dress first, but was unable to zip it up herself. Some of the ruffles kept getting in the way of the zipper. Frustrated, she turned to ask Julie for some help.
The words froze in her throat.
With widening eyes she beheld a curious sight. It seemed her friend was having some trouble with the skirt... “some” being something of an understatement. Julie had stripped to just bra and panties and was currently struggling to pull it in place. Unaware that she was being observed, the brunette wiggled her hips as she tugged. Each wiggle briefly forming a roll above each hip, small but there nonetheless. By the time she succeeded the skirt looked painted on to her butt cheeks. Creases formed at the hips and the seems there looked visibly stressed. Maia was speechless. She could only stand there and watch as Julie tried to do up the snap. 'She's actually putting on weight!' Something the startled girl would have never thought possible. Sure enough small poofs of flesh poured out over the hem... deepening with each attempt to do up the snap.
Just then Julie nervously looked over her shoulder, but Maia was quicker and seemed to be preoccupied with her own dress. Relieved, the brunette leaned over to pick up the matching blouse. As she did so a small tummy roll appeared before smoothing out once more... well almost. If one looked closely a small gathering of fat remained, slightly rounding out the once flat abdomen.
Maia noticed.
It didn't end there. It seemed Julie's bra band was digging in. The effect was highlighted by the way her flesh pushed against the fabric of the blouse on either side of the band. Even the straps seemed to be sinking in slightly into what had once been a toned physique. 'Looks like the rich life is catching up on her.' Maia looked down at her own flat tummy, remembering how much looser that outfit had been on her. It was a moment of victory of sorts after months of having Julie try on smaller outfits than she. Putting up with little comments like; “I'm sure the next size up would be just as cute.” or “That outfit should camouflage your hips” Maia smiled. 'Who has the hips now?'
Julie looked at her reflection and fought back a tear. So it was true. 'I have put on weight.' It was a tough pill to swallow for the forever slender young woman. As she looked at the way her body fought to be free of the restrictive clothing it dawned on her. 'What did I expect? Going from ten hour shifts bussing tables to lounging around the pool and hanging out at clubs.' A bit of righteous indignation filtered in. 'Well, I don't just sit. I do swim laps... except for the last couple days.'
In actuality it had been a full week since she'd last swam at the pool.
“I think it would look better with the blouse tucked in.”
Maia's unexpected comment nearly stopped her heart. 'Omigod does she notice?' What could she say to that? That she couldn't because the waist was too tight? That even if she somehow could tuck it in that it would show how much her tummy was pressing against the front?
“Um... I kinda like it like this. Sorta casual you know?”
'Yeah right sweetheart!'
“Turn around and let me see.”
Swallowing hard, Julie complied.
“Gee, that looks kind of... snug.”
Julie averted her friend's eyes. “I think I've put on a couple pounds.”
'Try at least ten.'
“Maybe a size 8 will fit better. Want me to call the saleswoman and ask for a larger size?”
Julie actually cringed. “N..No thanks! Really. I'll just up my workouts and get back in shape.”
'Oh I am so enjoying this!'
Maia thought back to earlier this evening recalling how many drinks her friend had consumed... not to mention all the little complimentary snacks. It must have been nearly a thousand calories. Frankly she was amazed her own figure had stayed as slim as it had. 'At least I have some motivation...'
“Yeah, you'll be back in shape in no time!”
The two parted ways soon after that. Julie felt a little awkward after the dressing room incident and wanted to be alone. Plus, her buzz was fading leaving her feeling yucky. With a final goodbye she tossed her new handbag and shopping bag into the passenger seat. Yes, she'd bought the outfit, though whether to convince Maia or herself that she was going to lose the weight is not sure. Certainly it should offer motivation as well as a guage to monitor her progress.