Depths of Depravation

by Ray Gordon

  Depths of

  Depravation

  Ray Gordon

  Rover Books

  New york

  www.RoverBooks.com

  This book is a work of fiction.

  In real life, make sure you practice safe sex.

  This book is made available in electronic form by permission of VirginBooks by RoverBooks.

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  First published in 2005 by

  Nexus

  Thames Wharf Studios

  Rainville Road

  London W6 9HA

  Copyright © Ray Gordon 2005

  All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of the publisher.

  ISBN-10: 0-7952-9998-2

  ISBN-13: 978-0-7952-9998-8

  All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Cover Page

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  One

  Belinda peered round her daughter’s bedroom door and smiled. The sixteen-year-old was sitting at her desk, sifting through her mock exam papers and tapping on her computer keyboard. With long black hair framing her fresh face and cascading over her shoulders, Desiree was extremely attractive. Her dark eyes, full pouting lips and olive complexion gave her the appearance of a Mediterranean beauty. She was also academic. From her early school days, she’d loved studying and had been top of her class in just about every subject. With her stunning looks and intelligence, Belinda was certain that her daughter had a good future ahead of her.

  Unnoticed by the studious girl, Belinda thanked God that Desiree hadn’t yet taken an interest in boys. She knew only too well that falling in love at sixteen wasn’t conducive to studying and passing exams. Fortunately, Desiree was young for her age. She was extremely naive and had giggled when she’d told her mother that a boy had asked her out. Belinda knew that the girl’s hormones would fire up at some stage. But, hopefully, not until she’d finished at university and got her degree.

  Recalling her own teenage years, Belinda bit her lip. She’d discovered boys, and sex, at an early age. She’d then met a boy and thought that she’d fallen in love – and failed her exams. Rather than study, she’d enjoyed partying, dancing, drinking…Never giving a thought to the future, she’d lived for the moment and enjoyed nights of sex. She’d only realised her fatal mistake when her friends had gone to university and she’d ended up in a menial office job. It would be a devastating waste to watch her daughter follow that path.

  ‘How long have you been standing there?’ Desiree asked, looking up at her mother.

  ‘Not long,’ Belinda replied. ‘How’s it going?’

  ‘I’d like to get this finished this evening, but I think I’ll take a break.’

  ‘Good idea,’ her mother agreed. ‘You don’t want to burn yourself out. By the way, the new people have moved in next door.’

  ‘Oh? What are they like?’

  ‘I’ve only seen the son. Well, I assume he’s the son. Perhaps we should go round and introduce ourselves?’

  ‘Yes, why not?’ Desiree trilled, switching her computer off. ‘I’ll finish my work later.’

  Eyeing her daughter’s jeans and baggy top, Belinda was thankful that she’d not turned out like some of the other girls at the college. Kathy, in particular, was tantamount to a slut. Desiree had been rather too friendly with Kathy at one stage, and Belinda had banned the girl from calling at the house. Kathy wore very short skirts and flaunted her young body. Flashing her tight panties, wearing revealing tops, she went with one boy after another and talked about sex constantly. Desiree not only understood her mother’s concern, but agreed that Kathy was an undesirable character.

  Belinda’s real problem with Kathy was that she saw herself in the girl. During her teenage years, Belinda had worn short skirts, flaunted her curvaceous body, thought about nothing other than sex, chased after boys…Thankfully, Desiree was turning out to be a delightful girl. She helped her mother around the house and even did her share of the cooking. A friend as well as a daughter, Belinda couldn’t have wished for more from the girl. To have a boy ruin everything now…

  ‘I hate it when Dad’s away on business,’ Desiree said with a sigh, following her mother along the path to their neighbour’s house. ‘Tokyo is a million miles away. And six weeks will seem more like six years.’

  ‘I know,’ Belinda said, ringing the doorbell. ‘When he gets back, he’s got a month off. A whole month without having to go to work.’

  ‘Oh, hi,’ a young man said, opening the door.

  ‘We thought we’d introduce ourselves,’ Belinda said. ‘We live next door.’

  ‘Come in, come in,’ he invited them. ‘The place is a bit of a mess, I’m afraid. The removal people just dumped everything and left. I’m Tony, by the way.’

  ‘I’m Belinda and this is my daughter, Desiree.’

  ‘Desiree?’ he echoed, smiling at the girl as she followed her mother into the hall. ‘What a lovely name.’

  ‘Are your parents home?’ Belinda asked him.

  ‘Er…No, no. They live up north. This is my house.’

  ‘Your house? Oh, I…I’m sorry.’

  ‘Look, I can’t offer you tea or anything. I haven’t even got –’

  ‘No, no, we don’t want tea,’ Desiree broke in. ‘We only came round to say hello.’

  ‘That’s very nice of you. I’m pleased to meet you both.’

  ‘We’ll leave you to it,’ Belinda said, casting her eyes over several cardboard boxes blocking the lounge doorway. ‘You’ve obviously got a lot to do. Once you’ve settled in, you’ll have to come round.’

  ‘Yes, yes, I will. Talking of tea, is there anywhere round here where I can buy some milk?’

  ‘There’s a corner shop. If you walk to the end of the street –’

  ‘We have plenty of milk,’ Desiree broke in, her dark eyes frowning at her mother.

  ‘Yes, of course,’ Belinda said. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t think.’

  ‘I’ll bring some round,’ Desiree offered.

  ‘Thanks, I could do with a cup of coffee.’ Tony caught Desiree’s gaze and smiled. ‘It’s good to know that I have nice neighbours.’

  ‘It is,’ Belinda agreed. ‘The woman who used to live here was…I shouldn’t gossip. Right, we’ll leave you in peace.’

  ‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ Desiree said, following her mother out of the house.

  * * *

  Taking a bottle of milk from the fridge, Belinda thought how pleasant Tony was. He was a nice man, she mused as she passed the milk to her daughter. Wearing jeans and a T-shirt with his dark
hair cut short, he was also very good looking. But she thought that he seemed rather young to have bought a fairly expensive house. Reckoning that he’d either been left some money or had an extremely good job, she told Desiree to explain that her father was away on business.

  ‘I don’t want Tony to think that I’m a single mother,’ Belinda said chuckling.

  ‘Of course he won’t,’ Desiree returned with a giggle.

  ‘Tony has a lot to do, so don’t be long. The last thing he’ll want is you under his feet.’

  ‘I’ll only be a minute,’ Desiree said as she walked through the hall. ‘Besides, I have my work to finish.’

  * * *

  Desiree wandered through her neighbour’s open front door and found him unpacking in the kitchen. It must be awful to live alone, she thought, coming home to an empty house, having to cook dinner and do the washing up and housework…But he seemed happy enough, she decided as he locked his dark eyes to hers. She placed the milk on the table and he offered her a cup of coffee.

  ‘I’m really pleased that you’re my neighbour,’ he said. ‘Hopefully, we’ll become good friends.’

  ‘I’m sure we will,’ she agreed readily. ‘Don’t you mind living alone?’

  ‘It can be pretty boring at times,’ he said, filling the kettle. ‘There again, with you living next door…It would be nice if you called round sometimes. Sorry, I’m jumping the gun.’

  ‘No, not at all. I’d love to come round. Oh, Mum said to tell you that my dad’s working away. She doesn’t want you to think that she’s a single mother.’

  ‘Where’s he working?’

  ‘Tokyo. He’s going to be there for six weeks.’

  ‘Lucky devil. I love Tokyo.’

  ‘You’ve been there?’

  ‘Several times. I’m an IT consultant. The work takes me all over the world.’

  ‘Wow.’ Desiree gasped. ‘You’re the lucky one. Have you been to America?’

  ‘Yes, I have. I know I shouldn’t ask but…Do you have a boyfriend?’

  ‘No,’ Desiree murmured, nervously twisting her long black hair around her slender fingers. ‘What about you? A girlfriend, I mean.’

  ‘No, no. I’ve been out with one or two girls, but I’ve never met anyone I’ve really liked.’

  Desiree felt her stomach somersault as she pondered on the prospect of becoming Tony’s girlfriend. But she’d only just met him, she reminded herself, as she watched him pour the coffee. And he’d said nothing about taking her out. Did he like her? she wondered, suddenly becoming conscious of her dowdy clothes. She reckoned him to be in his late twenties, but decided that he wasn’t too old for her. Her heart fluttering, her dark eyes sparkling, she wished that she’d brushed her hair and worn something more feminine. She had a short skirt but had never bothered to wear it. Spending most of her time studying in her room, there’d been no reason to dress up.

  Feeling quite at ease with her new neighbour, Desiree brushed her long black hair away from her fresh face and wondered whether she should explain why she was wearing dowdy clothes. Although she was relaxed, she felt self-conscious about her baggy jeans and didn’t want him to think her a tramp. Again wishing that she’d worn something more alluring, she said that she’d been helping her mother in the garden. Tony looked her up and down and smiled.

  ‘You’d look beautiful in anything,’ he complimented her.

  ‘Thanks,’ she said, her stomach fluttering.

  ‘What do you normally wear? What sort of clothes do you like? Are you into goth stuff or –’

  ‘A skirt,’ she broke in, wondering whether to go home and change. ‘A short skirt.’

  ‘I like girls to look feminine. You’ll have to show me the next time you come round.’

  ‘I could change now,’ she proffered eagerly. ‘It’ll only take a few minutes.’

  ‘All right. I’ll carry on unpacking while you’re gone.’

  Desiree rushed home, bounded up the stairs to her room and yanked the wardrobe door open. She grabbed her short red skirt as she recalled Tony’s words, kicked her shoes off and tugged down her jeans. I like girls to look feminine. She’d never looked feminine, she reflected. Spending her money on reference books, she’d never given a thought to clothes. She changed into a T-shirt, donned the skirt and eyed her reflection in the full-length mirror. She had a pretty good figure, she decided, turning this way and that, and hoped she’d meet with Tony’s approval. She looked OK, but she was going to have to buy some decent clothes.

  Desiree heard her mother chatting on the phone in the lounge as she went downstairs. Slipping out of the house unnoticed, she took a deep breath before showing herself to Tony. Her stomach was somersaulting and her hands were trembling slightly; she’d never felt like this before. And she’d certainly never dressed up for anyone. Unfamiliar sensations were rippling through her young womb and she didn’t know what was happening to her as she pushed her neighbour’s front door open and called out.

  ‘In here,’ Tony said, emerging from the lounge. ‘God, you look…You’re amazing, Desiree.’

  ‘Thanks,’ she said shakily, feeling self-conscious as he looked down at her long legs.

  ‘You’re so like your mother. Long black hair, a lovely olive complexion, big dark eyes…Is there a drop of Mediterranean blood in your family?’

  ‘My grandmother is Greek. On my mother’s side, of course.’

  ‘Ah, that explains it. I’ve taken your coffee in here,’ he said, leading her into the lounge.

  ‘Wow.’ She gasped. ‘A wide-screen television. And hundreds of DVDs. You must be rich.’

  ‘Hardly.’ He chuckled. ‘Here, sit down,’ he invited, clearing the sofa of cardboard boxes. ‘So, tell me about yourself.’

  ‘I don’t know where to begin,’ Desiree said. ‘I’m at college, hoping to go on to university…I’m pretty boring, really.’

  ‘Not at all,’ he said, eyeing her naked thighs as she sat on the sofa. ‘You’re a very attractive girl, Desiree. We’ll have to go out for a drink one evening.’

  ‘Oh, er…I’m not old enough to drink,’ she confessed sheepishly.

  ‘How old are you? If you don’t mind my asking?’

  ‘Well…Almost seventeen.’

  ‘I know that we’ve only just met,’ he began, again eyeing her naked thighs. ‘But…’

  ‘Yes?’ she trilled expectantly.

  ‘Well, I was wondering whether…No, it’s too soon.’

  ‘Please…What were you going to say?’

  ‘It doesn’t matter. You probably think I’m too old for you, anyway.’

  ‘No, no, I don’t.’

  ‘Desiree, I’ve never met anyone like you before,’ he said softly, joining her on the sofa. ‘I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I have to say it. I think I’ve fallen for you.’

  ‘Oh, right,’ she murmured, unsure what to say. ‘I…I’ve fallen for you, too.’

  As he placed his hand on her knee and pressed his lips to hers, Desiree closed her eyes and enjoyed her first kiss. Unable to believe that he felt this way about her, she thought that she’d found love. This was heaven, she mused dreamily, lost in the passionate kiss. Love at first sight? With Tony living next door, she’d be able to see him every day and…As he ran his fingertips up her naked thigh, she moved back and frowned at him.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, lowering her head. ‘I…I think…’

  ‘What is it?’ he asked. ‘I thought you felt the same as me?’

  ‘I do. It’s just that…’

  ‘You don’t want me? Is that it?’

  ‘No, it’s not that I don’t want you. It’s just that I’m not ready for –’

  ‘I can’t believe how wrong I was,’ he interrupted her, shaking his head.

  ‘Wrong? No, no, you weren’t wrong.’

  ‘Wasn’t I? You pushed me away, Desiree.’

  ‘No, I didn’t.’

  ‘It’s all right, you don’t have to explain. I’d better get on
with unpacking.’

  ‘Tony, I…’

  ‘I’ve got a lot to do, Desiree. I’ll see you around some time.’

  ‘I’ll see you tomorrow?’ she asked as he stood up.

  ‘Maybe.’

  ‘Don’t you want me to come round?’

  ‘What for? I mean, what’s the point?’

  ‘Because I thought…You said that you’d like me to call round. You said that we’d become good friends and –’

  ‘Yes, I did,’ he cut in. ‘But, obviously, you don’t want to become good friends.’

  ‘Tony, I’m not ready for that sort of thing.’

  ‘You’re too young for me,’ he said despondently. ‘I should have realised that.’

  ‘No, I’m not too young. I’ve never had a boyfriend before. Please, give me a chance.’

  ‘All right, come round tomorrow evening. But don’t mess me about, OK?’

  ‘OK. I’ll see you tomorrow.’

  Leaving his house with a tear rolling down her cheek, Desiree was sure that Tony didn’t want her. She’d ruined everything, she thought, as she avoided her mother and headed for her bedroom. She’d let Tony down, let herself down, and ruined any chance of a relationship. But things had moved so quickly. She’d only been with Tony for a few minutes and he’d kissed her and tried to slip his hand up her skirt. She’d not felt ready for sex. To have allowed him to go further…Wondering whether she should have consented to his slipping his hand up her skirt, she knew that she was going to have to go further with him at some stage.

  ‘Are you all right?’ her mother asked, peering round the door. ‘Oh, you’ve changed into your skirt.’

  ‘Yes, I…I thought…’

  ‘Are you going out?’

  ‘No, I’ve been to see Tony.’

  Belinda frowned. ‘You came back to change?’

  ‘Yes, I wanted to show him my skirt.’

  ‘Oh, right. So, er…What do you think of Tony? Do you like him?’

  ‘Yes, I do,’ Desiree said, sighing.

  ‘He must be about thirty years old,’ Belinda said, realising that her daughter was feeling emotional. ‘I expect he’s got a girlfriend.’

  ‘No, he hasn’t,’ Desiree returned defensively. ‘He said that he’s never met anyone he’s really liked.’