Taming Sophie

C H A P T E R 2

Clive finally went to sleep. He had spent all night searching for any trace of sophie. She was no where to be seen. Every tube station, every train station. He has lost her. Perhaps she would return.

Clive was older than sophie, he was almost 40, good career in architecture, great bank balance. Good looking, liked to keep himself in shape. He was kind, although sometimes stubborn. Sophie said it was the child in him. His house was large, well situated within the heart of London. The floors were wooden, his furnishings were expensive. He liked the nice things in life. That's why he loved Sophie. They had met at the Hilton. It was after a casino night, he noticed her there. She was shy at first, she was cheeky and young, her face was full of joy and danger. She seemed to enjoy the thrill of his gaze. This was her first time in London, she was very naive and extremely pretty. Sophie was so excitable, it showed at the blackjack table, she had won again. She was pretty in a bland sort of way. Her clothes were cheap, a black strapless dress which showed her elegant curves. Her shoes were patent leather, new. She had come to London to enjoy herself, and that was exactly what she was doing.

'Congratulations Miss'

The croupier passed her chips. Sophie was on a winning roll, and loved the attention of the other customers as they circled around to watch as the young girl gambled away her ever increasing winnings. She lost this one, but she was well ahead of her initial ten pounds stake.

'I think I will pass now' She smiled at Sarah who hadn't been as careful, and had lost the lot.

Sophie collected her chips and made her way to the roulette table, her friend wasn't having as much luck as she was. Sophie placed the chips in front of Sarah and began to count.

'You lucky cow' Sarah sniggered.

'Hey, it was skill not luck' They both laughed. It was Sarah who had won the weekend for two. Sarah was the same age, they had been best friends since school.

Sarah jolted Sophie in the ribs and directed her attention towards the Blackjack table.

'Hey, check out that man over there in the grey suit.... I think he likes you Sophie.'

'Where?' Sophie glanced over, eager to acknowledge Sarah's remarks.

'Behind the woman with the purple dress.'

Sophie peered again and followed Sarah's directions. An older man stood in conversation with a waiter, his eyes met with hers and Sophie turned away, embarrassed that he had caught her looking at him.

'Get real, he's old enough to be my dad.' Yet inside, she felt an attraction towards him, something which was willing her to look again. She didn't dare look, she couldn't let him see her looking at him again.

They both chuckled and laughed, Sophie felt brave and looked again. Clives eyes were fixed on her. It made her feel quite sexy. She exaggerated her movements, she wanted him to look at her. She felt great. She felt rich, she was playing with the rich people now. She wasn't in the office now. She wasn't just a secretary to a disgusting old womaniser, she was up there with the rest. Sarah was getting drunk. The champagne had hit her harder than a baseball bat. Yet, she took some more.

'Sarah, be careful, you'll get horny, and you ain't coming in my bed you mad bitch.' Sophie giggled.

'Maybe I can grab one of those oldies eh, see if they've passed their use by date.' Sarah replied in a giggle.

'Get real, they might smell of decay or something worse... Old spice.' Remarked Sophie, trying hard to restrain herself from revealing her sultry laugh from the entire casino.