Let the right friend in

“Kim’s not here she’s off to college,” I say to her friend. I want to say her name is Tina, but maybe it’s Tiffany. Regardless she’s there at the front door wearing what looks like a workout costume if you were practising your stripping. It’s more than a little offputting. I don’t want to sound like an old mom (I just turned 38!) but kids these days.

There, now I do sound old but still, it’s too sexy to be wandering around in. I’m glad my husband’s at work and not home, he’d want to invite her in for a chat. Instead, I was polite but wanted her off my doorstep so that my neighbours didn’t see me talking to someone dressed quite so… provocatively.

“I’ll tell her you stopped by,” I say, trying to close the door. It won’t shut, as there’s now a foot stuck in between it and the frame. Tina (or Tiffany) pushes it open more and enters with a satisfied smirk on her face. 

I turn to tell her to leave but she’s already moving towards the couch in the living room.

“I can wait,” she said.

“Kim won’t be back for weeks,” I point out, letting the exasperation seep into my voice. I have things to do today, and dealing with one of my daughter’s old high school friends isn’t on the list.

She smiles and sits on the couch, patting the empty cushion beside her, “Come, sit down. You look tired.”

“I’m not tired, just busy. Thanks for dropping by but I really have things to do,” I say nearing the end of my rope with being polite and subtle about not wanting her around.

The younger woman chuckles a bit, a kind of knowing and tired laugh as if she expected this reaction but had hoped that it would not come. Once again she gestured to the empty part of the couch beside her and said firmly, “Sit.”

There was something in her voice, not a threat exactly but a sort of dominance, that made me sit. It was not as though I thought that she would do something violent, it was just that I felt I had to sit down right there and then. She smiled more, wider, as I did what she said.

“Good. See your daughter was always very beautiful, it’s no surprise that you are too. However, she was always very cruel, mean girls are such a boring cliche but they exist. The pretty popular people,” she said as she looked at me as if examining a piece of meat. For a while, I had worked at a restaurant where the waitresses were encouraged to dress sexy for tips. I did well there, got tips, but this look she was giving me reminded me of being leered at by the patrons.

I wasn’t sure where this was going but felt like I should defend my daughter. “Look she was young and teens can be mean. I’m sure she feels bad about it now.”

Tina or Tiffany smiled, licking her bright red lips. She placed her hand on my chin and directed my face so that we were staring right into each other’s eyes. Hers seemed to sparkle and shine, like they were filled with flecks of gold. When she spoke her voice deepened, and seemed to take on a melodic musical tone. 

“Look deep into my eyes, lose yourself in them,” she said in a husky voice that sent a sexualized quiver up and down my spine, “Fall into them and let yourself go. I’m much more than I used to be, back when your daughter tormented me. I’m going to make her my slave, but I’m going to start with her family. You find that a great idea don’t you slave?”

I nodded, it was a great idea. 

“In fact, I’m going to move in with you. Share your bed. Live on your bank accounts. Feed on you,” she said smiling wider. Two fangs were now prominent in her mouth, but I didn’t notice them. The gold flecks in her eyes danced so wonderfully.

The eyes grew and then vanished. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on the side of my neck as Mistress fed. I felt bliss and then sleep took me. My last thought was how wonderful my husband would find serving our new Mistress Tina (or maybe it’s Tiffany) when he came home.