Olivia's Rebellious Year-Part 1-Birthday Presents
Hiya guys! This is Laserquest here. This is my first story. This part mainly serves as an introduction to the characters and such. The next few chapters are going to be, lets just say, much more action packed :P Enjoy, and tell me what you think!
I don't know where my life is taking me anymore. I don't know whether I've messes up or scored big-time. I'm scared and delighted at how my life has turned out, at the same time. A year ago, I was a different girl. A sweet little Catholic virgin. I was the sort of girl who had my whole life planned out, had the perfect idea of how my life was going to be.
How different things have turned out. I'm 15, and I've been disowned by my family, friends, and I'm on the run with my soon to be husband. I think I need to start from the beginning, and tell you everything.
Because this could be my last opportunity to tell. Tell anyone. And I can't miss it for the world.
So, lets go back by a year. The very start of when my life changed forever.
Fucking alarm clock. My mother had set it for half an hour early, considering it was my 14th birthday today.
I still had to go to school. I have to be a bloody lawyer or something to keep my Dad happy.
I managed to drag myself out of bed. Being fourteen really doesn't feel any different to thirteen, except I've got to "knuckle down" and "get my future sorted and planned" now, apparently. I sat on the edge of my bed, and then popped my feet on the ground. I stumbled over to my mirror, and that was a bit of a wake up call.
I hurried to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I liked to keep my fur clean and glossy, it was my bets feature. I was a dark cat, nearly black, with white paws and underbelly. I had sparkling green eyes, and long dark hair. I got my eyes from my Dad, but everything else was mainly from my mother. Including my figure. I was quite petite, but my hips and chest were starting to fill out, I guess.
I let the warm water trickle over my fur and back. I loved taking long showers, but I wouldn't get the chance this morning.
"Olivia! Olivia, you've been in there for quarter of an hour!" My mother urged. "Start finishing up in there, please!" I didn't want to piss her off, I needed to get in her good books today.
"Sure, mum. Ill be five minutes at the most." I heard my mother purr on the other side of the door, and she walked off.
I jumped out of the shower, and quickly dried myself. I looked in the mirror, and my reflection beamed back at me.
As I stepped down the stairs, I was greeted by my Dad.
"Olivia, Honey! You look wonderful today." He smiled up at me. I loved my Dad. Sometimes, on Sundays, if mother couldn't go to Church for any reason on Sundays, my Dad would "take me." We never went. We went to the Zoo one day, and to the Beach another Sunday. He doesn't do it anymore, though. I think Mother found out and put a stop to that.
"Olivia, fix your skirt, its showing far too much of your legs." My mother tutted and attempted to pull it down.
"Mother, Its fine! Its barely above my knees..." I got a glare for saying that.
"Well, Ollie, we have your presents! Open them with care, darling." My Dad announced with pride. I ran into the living room like a little kid, looking for my presents.
"Daddy, Daddy where are they?" I giggled with childish glee. My dad beamed at me and pointed to the cabinet.
I hated that cabinet. My mother kept all her Religious crap on that bloody thing. Bibles, several figurines of Jesus, I plaque with a prayer written on it, and various little things to do with God and holiness.
But on the floor next to the cabinet, was four parcels.
Two form Mother, and two from my Dad.
I opened the smallest one first. "From Mother. I hope this provides some guidance." I knew it wasn't going to be anything brilliant. It was a plaque of The Ten Commandments.
Thanks Mum.
I opened another package. It was a book titled "Loving Your God In Your Teen Years." I Hate my Mother.
My Dads packages now. They were both titled "To my princess, lots of love form your Daddy xx" I opened the first one. In it was a really nice top, dark, tight fitting with my favourite band logo on it.
"Daddy, I've wanted this for ages! Thank you so much!" My next present looked quite good too. I opened it tentatively.
"Oh, wow!" I gasped. The most beautiful shoes I had ever seen, black stilettos embelished with jewels.
"Dad, Oh my god!"
My mother growled. "Olivia! Do not use the lords name in vain! And Jacob, what were you thinking! I mean, really, heels for a fourteen year old girl! I've never..." As she rambled on, me and my dad really weren't listening. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
I noticed there were two cards. One small one, and a larger one. The smaller one was form my mother, very simple with just "Happy Birthday Olivia. Love from your Mother." I opened the next one.
"To Olivia" Happy fourteenth! Your practically an adult. And as adults can be trusted, so can you! Xx from Daddy."
Two £100 notes slid out of the envelope.
"Daddy, Oh my God! Thank you so much!"
I hugged him. I couldn't stop thinking about it one the way to school. My friends greeted me when I got in with presents and a big happy birthday, It was great!
I sort of flitted through school. I was quite smart and adored by the teachers so it wasn't that difficult.
Last period of the day, and I was really prepared to just get on with it. I only really wanted to go home.
But I walked into the class, and everything changed.
There was a new teacher. Well, teacher isn't exactly the word.
God, Angel, Heavenly, Sexy... and he looked way too young to be a teacher.
I was first in class so I could just sit and take him all in.
He was a lion. A great, smooth, dark mane framed his perfect face. He had creamy fur, and blue eyes. What a perfect creature...
All the girls who entered the room did a double take. Some gasped, some smiled slyly, one girl even just stood there for a few seconds staring.
Thank god he was busy on the computer, he didn't notice.
When everyone was in class, he got all the pupils attention (which wasn't that hard) and stood up in front of the class.
His shirt snugly fitted around his muscles. I think he had a six pack, but I didn't want to look like a pervert so I tried not to linger too long on his body. He had quite tight trousers, and he had muscular legs just waiting to be freed from them.
"Hello, class. My name is Mr. Palmer. Your maths teacher has suffered a bit of an injury. A car accident, to be exact. And she will be in hospital for quite a while. So, Ill be taking this Maths class for the time being. If you could open your books to page 32, We will be taking a look at Integers today..."
I couldn't believe I was thinking this, but I was really, really glad that Mrs. Clayton had injured herself. She was a nice lady and all, but her feminine charm and sweet little Deer body was no match for the manly, sexy and divine Body. I wanted to run my fingers through his great mane, have him sweating all over me.
He could teach me multiplication any time he likes.
The end of class was nearing, and he told us to pack up.
"If anyone needs any extra help, be sure to ask." I had an idea then. My Mother had been urging me to get some extra tutoring (As if I wasn't already doing well enough). Was this the chance I had been hoping for?
The bell rang, and my friends Sonia the Rabbit, Jessica the Panther and Morgan the Wolf were waiting for me at the door. I signalled for them to move on, and I went up to the teacher desk.
"H-Hello, sir?"
His eyes flashed up to meet mines. "Hello. Anything you need to sort out, Olivia?"
"How do you know my name?"
"You have the best records in your year, Olivia. You havent had anything under an A since you were 6. Do you need anything?"
My throat went a little croaky. "Well, Mr... Palmer? My parents would like me to get to my... my best potential in Maths. Would you mind tutoring me, maybe after school?"
Mr Palmer flashed a smile. "I'm just new here, Olivia. I'm quite newly qualified, you see. I can't tutor people... yet. I'd love to tutor you sometime though. Ill need to talk to the head teacher and your parents too. Sorry."
I smiled. "Its okay, Mr Palmer. Sorry to bother you."
I went for the door.
"Don't be, Olivia. Anytime."
My friends had waited for me regardless, even though Id told them to walk on. Sonia smiled at me.
"Ooh, your getting extra-curricular stuff from Mr. Palmer? Hmmn, don't mind If I join you..." I growled at Sonia.
"Grow up! I just want a good education, that's all..." Jessica laughed, her deep throaty laugh and shot a look at me.
"You want education from him, but of a more exotic variety..." My friends giggled. "We ALL noticed how you were eyeing him up! You could buy some condoms with your birthday money!" I gasped.
"Jessica, for fucks sake. Grow up. I want to get a job, and save that money! A good job that pays alright."
Jessica smiled at me. "I know a good job that pays pretty fine. I'm looking into it." She had a glint in her eye that I couldn't quite pick up the meaning of yet.
"Jessica... what is it?"
"Hmmn, well there's a new strip club in town, and they are looking for dancers. We could easily pass for old enough, and you could buy some underwear with your birthday money."
I stared at her with a look of horror. "Jessica, your considering being a stripper!" I purred with laughter. "Your barely fourteen, we couldn't pass it off!"
She looked at me seriously. "Oh yes we could. It pays really, really well. And the money increases the longer your there and the better you get. Poledancing, lapdancing, maybe a bit of stripping but nothing more. You could earn back your money in half a week, I swear."
I began to get interested. "Really, how much we talking?"
Jessica smiled. "I new you'd come round. Well, the club pays you money but you'll also get tips from the lucky customers..."
I smiled.
"Lets check it out."