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Helena’s New Life Part 1 – Trap is Sprung
By Sonya Esperanto sonyaesperanto_15@hotmail.com
Story:
Sarah was a wicked spoiled Blonde English girl. Her parents allowed her the
freedom to do whatever she wanted. Only at the age of 13, she was traveling
all on her own, in mainland Europe. She was in Paris but hated it, since she
insisted that the rest of the world speaks in English, even if they are in
their own countries. The French hated her, seeing how her chauffeur was
driving her around and how arrogant her look was. Her chauffeur followed
her, wherever she went, especially since this was the Holiday Season. Her
parents were in New York and she decided to go to Europe. Her parents said
“what the heck, she has to see the world for herself”.
Sarah looked at all the French people outside her car window. Just as the
French men, women and children stared out at her, they couldn’t bear to
stare back at her for too long. Her freckles and milky pale complexion made
her look immature and child-like, but there was something EVIL about Sarah.
She made those that looked at her, feel inferior afterwards. “These French
peasants ought to know better than to stare at an English aristocrat. We
save their asses during World War II, invented modern technology and they
dare look at me like that”, bitterly bragged the spoiled English brat.
Sarah fondled her Blonde hair, with its pony tail. She didn’t even miss the
Boarding School she was in. Her chauffeur (loyal to Sarah) answered, “What
would you expect from these froggies. Peasants, all of them.” Sarah
answered, with a very evil look in her eyes, “Peasants that I want to own.”
Sarah and her chauffeur did not stay for long. Her butler was soon to fly
over from the island, to join them. Soon, they were going to embark on a
vacation trip to Italy, with its sunny and hot Mediterranean weather.
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Naples was hot this time of year. Sarah was walking around, with her butler
and chauffeur on the streets of Naples. Stuff here were cheap, unlike in
England, where the Pound was stronger than any world currency (making things
over there, too expensive) , save for the Kuwaiti Dinar.
Sarah was so rich, that she had bought for herself, so many Italian made
shoes (from Versace) and expensive dresses. Even the adult beautiful tanned
Brunettes and Raven-Haired women of Naples, were at awe and even jealousy,
watching the wealth of this spoiled English brat, make them look cheap and
inferior, especially with her Posh accent and brags about her aristocratic
heritage.
Finally, Sarah stopped shopping for the day. She had all her purchased
stuff, put inside the limousine trunk. Then afterwards, she and her two
employees went to a café (paid by her). The café was facing the sea side and
many tourists came here, to relax too. While Sarah sat all by herself, her
butler and chauffeur sat on another table. They respected each others’
momentary privacies.
While Sarah was sipping at her Cappucino, opposite her table, was sat a tall
attractive Italian woman. She was wearing the latest from Versace, and had a
nice slim sexy body. She was actually 6 foot 1, while Sarah stood only at 5
foot 6. While Sarah was pale and Blonde, this woman was tanned and had black
hair. Sarah’s green eyes contrasted to that woman’s blue Napoli eyes. Sarah
had a wicked idea, in her wicked English head.
The women was sipping her latte, which she seemed to enjoy and she sat all
alone. Sarah thought, that is one beautiful woman. She probably sleeps
around or her boyfriend hasn’t come yet. Sarah was just too bold. She came
and sat on the woman’s table, carrying her drink.
The women then started to stare at this pale 13 year old and was in for a
surprise. Sarah was not only rich but had the right to be arrogant, because
she was very intelligent, fast and even was a black belt on a couple of
martial arts.
Sarah spoke to the woman, in Italian, “May I join you.” The Italian woman
was smiling, “Sure. But wouldn’t you want to join your friends”. The Italian
woman looked around and she didn’t see any other kid Sarah’s age.
Sarah pointed out to the table, where her butler and chauffeur were sat,
saying, “That is my butler and chauffeur.” Sarah looked at the woman and
offered a hand shake, “My name is Sarah. I’m from England”. Sarah gave the
woman a nice wink. The Italian woman was shocked. The Italian woman smiled,
thinking that this was a very friendly English tourist.
Sarah asked her politely, “What is your name? I can buy you lunch if you
want”. The Italian woman answered, “Helena.” Sarah could see the crucifix
she wore on her neck. “I see that you are a very good Catholic”. Sarah then
looked back at Helena and smiled. Helena just smiled and had to laugh, “Wow,
you get around.”
Sarah called for the waiter and had ordered some food for her and her
Italian guest, who was too shocked at how rich this 13 year old girl was but
also, how friendly she was. Helena dipped at her spaghetti and she enjoyed
it. Helena smiled at Sarah, saying, “Thank you Sarah. I really appreciate
this.”
When Helena finished eating her spaghetti, she asked Sarah, “I’m sorry if I
am going to sound rude but why be nice to me. You only saw me sitting here
just now”. Sarah tried flattering Helena, “Because I love Italians”. Sarah
then leaned closer to Helena and sincerely said, “I think Italian women are
the most beautiful in the world, especially the women of Napoli”.
Helena really felt flattered and her ego go high. “Thank you Sarah. That is
a real nice compliment”, Helena said. Sarah could tell that Helena knew that
too and was the egotistical type, that she was the type to love hearing nice
stuff said about her.
Sarah got Helena chatting up. Sarah was an expert at getting people to talk,
without them even noticing it happening. Helena wasn’t seeing anyone at the
moment, as she broke up with her boyfriend and did not intend on having
children, which already was a common factor in 21st Century, and like
England, had a low birthrate, which was why immigration was always allowed
by their respective governments.
Helena also said that she lived all by herself in a flat. Her housemate had
married some rich Greek Cypriot and left Italy for America, Los Angeles.
Sarah told Helena that she studied in a boarding school and traveled the
world, but always wanted to meet Italians and admitted hating the French.
Helena joked with Sarah back, “You Brits are known for that. But we Italians
hate the French too”.
Both woman and girl broke out in laughter and the butler and chauffeur knew
perfectly well, what their young mistress was doing. “You think she’ll
last?” asked the butler. “Why do you think she called you all the way from
England for”, joked the chauffeur.
Three hours passed and Sarah and Helena were having good conversations,
joking about British and Italian men and boys. Helena felt like she was
talking to an adult, rather than with a child. Sarah was just too mature.
Sarah then told Helena about where she was staying in Naples. She had a
mansion, and told Helena which one it was. Helena was surprised, saying,
“You own that mansion. I thought the mafia owned it”. Helena shook her head
kiddily and said, “No, it is my parents but I own it”.
Helena then thought, as to why Sarah chatted her up. She wasn’t close to her
parents and so, she wanted an adult woman whom she could relate to. As it
got dark, Sarah then told Helena, “Hey Helena. Do you love romance movies. I
have tons of DVDs in my place. I am inviting you to stay the night.”
Helena looked excited. At first, she thought. This wasn’t a good idea. A 13
year old was inviting her but then again, the girl wanted to hang around
with some locals. Who knows. She may even teach Sarah a few things about
Italy, that Sarah does not know about.
“Ok. I am up for it”, Helena said. Sarah smiled, “Excellent”. Sarah then
continued, “We could watch Titanic, Brokeback Mountain, Gone With The Wind”.
Sarah had reeled Helena in, with her specially prepared trap.
They all got inside the limousine and Sarah told her butler and chauffeur ,
who were sat on the drivers’ seat, “Helena is staying the night. We are
going to do some shopping tomorrow”. Helena wasn’t sure what Sarah’s butler
and chauffeur were going to make of this but they looked like the type, “as
long as I get paid, I don’t care”.
(to be continued)
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