The Jealous Bitch - Chapter One

- by Alvo Torelli

One: In which Julie makes an enemy, meets an old man and makes a wish.

Julieta Bosch shivered at the touch of her boyfriend's hand as it moved softly across the small of her back and down onto her perfect round ass. She craned her neck upwards, chin tipped up, and stood on her tiptoes to enjoy their long slow kiss - young tongues playful and intimate. Julie couldn't believe the risk she was taking, hiding behind the bleachers of the high school with the handsome young man. If her father every found out she'd be housebound for a year. But she couldn't resist the opportunity to see him again, to feel his body close to hers and know, miraculously, that he wanted to be with her. The excitement and desire he fired in her young body left her breathless.

Edgar Rudel pulled his little girlfriend tighter, nearly pulling her off her feet. He marveled at the sensuous roundness of her young ass as he passed his hand along the thin fabric of her tight jeans - then he smiled slightly as he felt her body tighten in alarm when his hand went between her legs and pulled up into the heat of her crotch. He felt her small firm breasts pushing against him and he longed to see them, to touch them - but so far all she would do was kiss and let him stroke her back and, now, her fabulous ass. Edgar wasn't in a hurry, he knew she was worth waiting for. After all, she was only fourteen - there was plenty of time. And he'd never felt this way about a girl before.

"Eddie! Stop that," Julie whispered hotly when she felt his hand exploring the contours of her vulva through the thin denim. "Please Eddie, no!" She pushed against his wide strong chest, but not hard enough to break his embrace. Part of her wanted to wrap tighter around him and drink in his wonderful masculine smell as he explored her innocent young body.

"Yo, Edgar, someone's comin'."

Edgar turned to his lieutenant, Dash. "Who is it?"

"It's that girl - you know, Romon's little sister. You want to talk to her?"

Edgar looked back down at Julie's pretty little face. "Gotta go baby, sorry - business." He took his hand off of her ass and carefully straightened her blouse and smoothed down her hair, making sure she was presentable. No point getting her in trouble. "I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay? At the apartment?" He turned back to Dash. "Take Julie back to class, Dash. Make sure nobody gives her any trouble. I'll talk to the girl."

"No, I don't want to go! Who's this girl you're seeing? I'm not going anywhere." Julie was instantly suspicious of Edgar meeting with some girl and her green eyes flashed with anger.

"Babe, it's business," Edgar responded quietly, but with command. "You gotta go."

In Julie's world, Julie always got her own way. She was ruthless, bossy and manipulative - whatever it took to be the one at the top of the heap. How else would a mere freshman already be one of the most popular girls in school. Julie's basic persona was in complete contradiction to the aura of the bad-boy Edgar Rudel - who was far too cool, collected and sophisticated to be bossed around by anyone. Perhaps the contradiction, the challenge it presented, was part of the attraction. But Julie still wasn't going to take no quietly, not even from Edgar. She struggled and bitched, kicking at Dash's legs when he took her by the arm and started to pull her away, but he easily led her around the corner of the bleachers as Edgar looked on and grinned, admiring his feisty and beautiful young girlfriend.

As they rounded the corner Julie caught sight of Georgene Petruso and her eyes flared with intense anger. How dare Edgar meet with this pretty little girl without Julie there! "Don't get any ideas," she hissed at the younger girl as she was dragged past, "he's mine!"

Georgene was a study in contrast to the flashy and fashionable Julie. Julie wore designer jeans that fit like a glove, a beautiful silk blouse and a tailored jacket. Her straight black hair was cut short and stylish, making her look older than fourteen. Her thin lips were delicate and provocative, with perfect red lipstick to match her fiery countenance and set off her brilliant green eyes. Even her shoes screamed money, popularity and feistiness: knee high kid leather black boots with four inch spiked heels.

The younger girl, Georgene, wore only the simple school uniform of the middle school across the street from Johnson High. Her pleated skirt was limp from too many washings, and her blue sweater was a size too big - probably a hand-me-down. Julie pegged the girl at about twelve, although her misfitting clothes and lack of jewelry or makeup made her look even younger. But there was no denying that the preteen girl was gorgeous! Long blonde curls cascaded down to frame her small face. Full luscious red lips, huge blue eyes with long thick lashes and a small wide nose formed a perfect angelic face - a face that Julie knew would draw in any boy.

Georgene's beautiful blue eyes were cast down as she passed Julie, and her tiny nose quivered in apparent nervousness. At Julie's hissed warning she looked up in frightened surprise and locked eyes with Julie for an instant. But Georgene said nothing and Dash dragged Julie on towards the school buildings.

Dashiel Crestic was a loyal and reliable assistant to Edgar Rudel, extremely valuable in a fight or a tense situation, but he was a simpleton. It took Julie two minutes to lose him in the crowded halls of the high school and then circle back to the corner of the bleachers where she could spy on Edgar's "business" dealings with the pretty little girl Georgene. She already wanted to tear the other girl's throat out and what she overheard didn't make things any better.

"Please, please, sir, you have to give him more time!" The pretty twelve year old pleaded from her knees. Her long blonde curls fell across her face, hiding the tears that trickled across her high cheekbones. "He'll come through, I swear."

Edgar looked down at her and sneered. "I want it now, not later. If I don't get it today, then it's double tomorrow, and double again the day after!"

"But sir, he..."

"But sir nothing!" Edgar took the girl by the arm and roughly pulled her to her feet. She barely came up to his chest. He pulled her tight and she shivered with fright. But Edgar's ferocious face softened into a subtle smile and he spoke quietly, silkily, barely loud enough for Julie to hear from her hiding place. "You sure are a pretty little thing. And you're brave to come in your brother's place. I like that. I like brave pretty little girls, with pretty hair and blue eyes. Do you know what I'd like to do with you Georgene? Do you think you'd like it? I don't think your brother should have let me know what a sexy little sister he has."

Julie couldn't see the way that Georgene's eyes were growing wider and wider with fright. But she could hear her boyfriend cooing at the little girl and see him holding her tight in his arms. Even though she couldn't quite make out everything he was saying her blood got hotter with every word. She was just about to burst from her hiding place and confront them when a hand grabbed her arm from behind and spun her around. Dash's awful face looked down at her with a frown that made him even uglier than usual, and without a word he dragged her off towards the school again, Julie kicking and biting all the way.

Julieta Bosch walked home, nearly crying and so angry she could barely breathe. She paid no attention to her surroundings as she stumbled along her way. A gust of wind came up, then she started and gasped when a piece of paper blew against her boots and stuck there. She stooped to untangle the paper, then continued distractedly down the sidewalk. "I can't believe it," she thought in anguish. "He said he wanted to be with me. How can he do this to me? And with such a young girl - with no class, no fashion sense. Oh! I should just go smack him, and then I should whack her and then I should... Ahh!"

Julie finally looked at the piece of paper. "The Professor's Magic Wish Emporium!" it said in large gothic letters. "Wishes granted - reasonable rates - free consultations. Satisfaction Guaranteed!" There was no address or phone number, just the cryptic wording, "If you needs us, you'll find us." "Wishes?" she thought. "Magic?" She went back to her jealousy and her aimless miserable walking.

About ten minutes later Julie tripped on a crack in the pavement, nearly falling to the ground. She was suddenly pulled from her reveries and she looked up to find herself halfway down a narrow, unfamiliar, dead end alleyway between tall downtown buildings. It was dark and a little bit scary. This was just the sort of place a girl like her - pretty, young and alone - shouldn't go. At least no one seemed to be around to menace her.

A light went on over a nondescript doorway behind Julie and she whirled around, startled. In a half-circle on the smokey glass window was printed "The Professor's Magic Wish Emporium". There were no other markings. She looked down at the circular she'd been carrying around with her. "If you need us, you'll find us." she read silently to herself and then looked up at the door again. Her hand trembled slightly as she turned the knob and headed through the door.

It was cozy and warm in the small office, a welcome change from the chill of the alleyway. A handsome older gentleman in a white coat over a simple blue dress shirt and a dark black tie sat behind a desk, looking at once like a friendly family doctor - trustworthy and kind.

"Hello dear," the elder gentleman spoke, indicating one of the two comfy looking armchairs in front of his desk. His voice was deep, warm and reassuring. "I am the proprietor here, Professor West, but all my clients call me Imrash. Please, tell me your wish." His eyes sparkled under long bushy white eyebrows and his thin frame reclined back in his chair, expectantly.

Julie was confused, but there was no sense of danger. Quite the opposite, she felt oddly protected and welcome. She sat in the indicated chair. It was so comfortable, like it was made just for her. "Uhm, well, I-I'm not sure I really have a wish, sir."

"Julie, please, it's Imrash, or just Professor if you prefer. 'Sir' makes me feel old."

"H-how do you know my name?"

"Julieta Bosch, such a pretty name." He said no more, he just glanced at an ornate brass name plate on his desk: "Professor Imrash West, Ph.D., R.A.P.E.M." His penetrating friendly eyes returned to Julie and waited.

"Uhm, R. A. P. E. M.?"

"Royal Academy for the Practical Execution of Magic."

"Ohhhh." Julieta's eyes dilated and she felt a slight shiver. "Wow, magic?". There was no reply to this, just those continuous steady eyes. "Uhm, well, I really don't know if I have a wish s..., I mean Professor."

"Please dear, everyone has a wish in the deepest part of their heart. Let's see - perhaps a free consultation would help. After all, you wouldn't be here unless you really needed the wish now, would you?"

"Um, uh, I guess not?"

"So, what is it Julie, what is that brought you to Imrash on this fine afternoon? Why were you so upset just now?"

"I think that little bitch Georgene stole my boyfriend! Oh!" Julie suddenly covered her mouth. She couldn't believe she'd just blurted out such a vehement and private emotion to a complete stranger. But she immediately felt better for having confided her woes to the nice gentleman. It was so strange. And he just looked at her patiently. She took a deep breath. "I want to kill her!"

"Oh my, dear. That's not the sort of wish I'm prepared to grant to anyone."

"No, no, I didn't really mean kill her. It's just, oh, I want him back, and I want her to, to, to, I don't know, something awful. I want to do something awful to her!"

"Calm down dear, please. Let's start from the beginning. Tell me everything."

It didn't take long for the full story to flow out of Julie. The pretty fourteen year old freshman had met her eighteen year old boyfriend Edgar through her half brother, Terri Passer. Terri, along with Dash, was one of Edgar's two closest friends and the two boys were very loyal and deferential to him. Edgar's family was well off, and he was clearly the hottest and most popular boy in school. He also ran some sort of business on the side, with the help of Dash and Terri, something he wouldn't talk to Julie about. But he always had lots of money and the fastest, coolest set of wheels in school. Julie knew Edgar was a bad boy and way too old for her but she couldn't resist his advances when he'd first met her on a visit to her brother. He was so handsome, cultured and popular, and he could talk a girl into just about anything. Besides, being his girlfriend helped cement Julie's position at the center of the most popular crowd - even if she was only a freshman - and as far as Julie was concerned that's exactly where she belonged and where she intended to stay. She planned to be the first freshman girl ever to be taken to the senior prom, and on the arm of the sexiest boy in school.

And now along came Georgene Petruso, a twelve year old blonde bombshell who had just stolen Edgar's affections by batting her big blues eyes at him. Julieta knew perfectly well that Edgar liked younger girls - evidently even younger than herself. It was disgusting and humiliating. "By Monday it will be all over school. I'll be a laughing stock. I can't stand it." Julie's voice broke down as she finished telling Professor West her story and she openly cried.

Professor West waited patiently for Julie to regain some composure before he continued her 'consultation.' "Julie, dear, I don't quite see how you can be certain your boyfriend has been unfaithful. Surely you trust Edgar more than that. How could you truly have loved someone so much if you didn't trust him?"

"But I heard him talking to her, whispering to her, and he was holding her so close." Julieta sniffled. "Oh, I don't know, I don't know!"

"And I wonder, dear thing, if your concern isn't more about your position in the in crowd and less about how much you care for Edgar Rudel, or how much he cares for you. Don't you trust him?"

"No, no, I love him. I don't care about that. But, but I have to know! And that little hussy - I just want to, to..."

"Really, hmmm. Well, is that your wish then, dear, to find out if Edgar is true to you?"

Julieta pulled herself together and pursed her lips in an angry scowl. "Yes! I want to know. And, and, if that little bitch has stolen Edgar then I want to punish her! Bad! But oh, I don't want Edgar to know. I'd never get him back if he knew."

"Well, dear, that's quite simple, quite readily accomplished. But first there's the matter of payment - I'm afraid I'm not in the position to hand out wishes of this magnitude without some recompense." The old Professor arched his eyebrows at Julie.

"Oh! But, but I only have a few dollars with me. Oh, this is silly, you can't really..." Julie was flustered.

"That's quite alright dear, I don't accept cash and I only charge clients after the successful completion of a wish. If your wish doesn't come true, then there's no charge. Let's see, I think I can let this particular wish go for the price of, hmm, a promise of wish assistance."

"A promise of what?" Julie asked?

"A promise of assistance with a wish, dear," the Professor answered patiently. "Yes, yes, it's quite fitting. You get your wish now and then later in return you will assist me to grant someone else's wish. You can, oh,... what is it you young people say? Pay it forward, that's it, pay it forward. Do these terms sound agreeable dear?"

"Uhm, I, I, I don't..."

"Don't worry dear, I can promise your assistance will hardly be inconvenient to you - you won't even have to leave your home. Indeed, I wager you'll quite enjoy it. Now then, if that's agreeable, then you have to make the wish yourself - you have to say it out loud - that's how the magic works."

Julieta paused. This was silly. No one can grant wishes. Can they? But, what was the harm? She took a deep breath. "I wish I could find out if Edgar is cheating on me with Georgene. And, uhm, and if she stole him from me then I can punish her as much as I want. Oh, ah, without getting caught."

"Aghhh. Very good." Professor West settled back in his chair. Julie hadn't noticed how he'd become more and more animated and strained as she got closer to finally articulating her wish. Calmness washed back over his face and he looked vacantly in the air as he softly drummed his long bony fingers on the desk. "Now, let's see, not the most complicated wish of all time, but interesting, interesting. Hmm. Yes, yes, I think that would work quite well. Say twenty four hours, oh yes, quite well!"

"Uhm, what?" Julieta asked the old man, perplexed.

"Oh, sorry my dear." Professor West returned from his rumination and looked into Julieta's pretty eyes once again. "This is really quite a simple wish - the hard part is the added condition that you not get caught. In fact that's really the only part of the wish that requires any true magic, the essence of the wish if you will - you can easily handle the rest on your own, if you exercise a little imagination. Your wish will commence tomorrow morning." The old man consulted his watch. "Shall we say six a.m. You will have precisely twenty four hours, no more, no less. It's that simple. But remember dear: Imrash West doesn't grant your wish directly, I only make it possible for the wisher to achieve their desire on their own. The magic will give you the opportunity to realize your wish, but you must choose to fulfill the wish on your own. You can always back out."

"But, but, what's going to happen?" Somehow Julieta's skepticism had disappeared and she was fully convinced of the old man's ability to really grant her a wish.

"Oh now, what would be the fun of giving it all away - oh no dear, magic just doesn't work like that. You're a smart girl, you'll figure it out. Now I really think you ought to be heading home. It's getting a bit late, isn't it?"

"But, Professor, I, I,..." But there was no Professor. There was no office. Julie sat up in her own bed, still dressed. She heard her mother call her for dinner and she suddenly knew it wasn't the first time she'd been summoned. It must have been a dream - a very odd and real dream, but...

Continue on to Chapter Two or return to the beginning of The Jealous Bitch.

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