THE PRICE OF FAME
Chapter 1
The following story is to read as fiction only. Rape is a horrific experience and anyone who commits it is not welcome in civilized society. It should never be carried out and I would never wish it upon anyone.
Setting the scene with this chapter but as regular readers know I will be ramping it up in further chapters.
It was a warm evening as I left work which was usual for this strange English summer we had been having this year which had extended through autumn so leaving work without a coat was nothing out of the ordinary. I had finally managed to finish all of my duties and left the hospital with a smile on my face, I was finshed for the weekend and looking forward to spending the time with my boyfriend. We had only been going out with each other for a few months but he was already perfect for me, he was kind and funny and made me feel like a princess. He was the reason I had stopped writing my erotic stories on RU for awhile, why have fantasy when you have the real thing waiting indoors!
I opened up my phone and saw a message from him, he was going to be working late tonight at the gym so was hoping I would order a Indian takeaway for us to enjoy when he got back. I felt a bit disappointed that I wouldn't be seeing him until later on but it gave me a wonderful idea in my mind and I decided that the food wasn't going to be the only thing that was hot and waiting for him this evening.
I still lived with my parents and my sister, my parents had gone away for a business trip and Sophie was staying with her boyfriend this weekend so it was going to be just me and Chris in the house alone for the weekend, I had thought about what to wear for the special occasion and I could just feel my black and red corset calling me from inside my special drawer which housed all my more kinky items.
I sent him a message back and began to walk towards the bus stop, my head in it's usual happy place and I wished my fellow workers a good evening as they passed me by. It was then that I noticed the man looking at me from the other side of the bus shelter. He must have been in his late thirties possibly early forties and was just staring at me. He was dressed well, a nice button up white shirt with a black jacket and jeans, his shoes were well polished and his hair had a perfect parting. He looked like he took care of himself both in his clothing and his general style, it was just the way his eyes were fixed on me that bothered me.
I suddenly felt very underdressed and wished I had brought a coat or something with me. I wasn't dressed to attract attention, I was just wearing a green dress which came up mid-thigh a pair of tights and knee high boots. It was similar to what I would wear everyday at work and I never had any problems before, in fact compared to some of the women in our department I was considered overdressed but it was this man's eyes that made me want to have a long trenchcoat to cover me up.
As I tried to make myself look busy on my phone he came up towards me and cleared his throat.
"Excuse me, do you mind if I ask you a quetion?" He asked coming very close to me and making me aware of the lack of people around us.
"I think you just did." I replied trying to make light of the situation more for my own benefit.
"Yes, you are right." He laughed, his smile making me feel more at ease. Maybe I had gotten this guy wrong, perhaps I had been reading too much of Vile8r or TheYellowKnights stories and was just used to strange men being creepy.
"Well, in that case forgive me for asking but I had to know. Are you Rachel? As in RU member Rachel_t?" He asked looking me over with greater detail.
"Why yes I am. I can't say I've ever been recognised before for that, normally it's just for being the funny girl in admin at the hospital." I said to him with a giggle. I never thought that anyone I could possibly encounter would be a member of RU, it just never crossed my mind that I could be recognized.
"I just want to say I'm a great fan of your work, I loved reading your stories and the stories that get written about you. I have to say congratulations on winning Author of the month in July for your story, it was fantastic for a new writer and you really made me hate your character. I couldn't wait for her to get destroyed." He said with great enthusiasm, his smile growing deeper as he seemed genuinely pleased to meet me.
"Just for the record, I'm not like the Rachel character at all in real life. I'm actually a quiet and soft woman who just enjoys writing." I say to him, instantly becoming more relaxed and feeling a sense of pride at my accomplishments and getting that same buzz when I got that award and when I get a comment from someone.
He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a mobile phone, I looked towards the automated display to see how long I would have to wait for my bus but was disturbed when this nice gentleman who had given me such praise put his arm around me and pointed the phones camera at us.
"Can I take a selfie of us together." He said, more of a statement than a question and without waiting for my answer took a selection of pictures which I was sure I didn't look good in.
"So, what is your username then?" I asked him feeling very trapped as he still held me in his embrace with the camera pointed at us both.
"I haven't got a username, I'm just a lurker but you can call me Kenneth." He said as I eventually got free from his grip and sat down on one of the seats that had become availiable due to a bus arriving and picking up passengers.
I wished that my bus would hurry up and come soon as he sat next to me and I felt his leg press against mine, the dress I was wearing suddenly seeming very short with the top of my tights beginning to show. His eyes began to look me over again and I caught him more than once look down the top of my dress. I didn't want to give him any reason to think that this was more than a honest encounter and for the first time I wished I had selected a more discrete profile picture.
"Why haven't you posted stories in awhile? You promised us a collection of Rachel stories and I miss reading about you while looking at you." Kenneth said looking at his pictires he had taken of us with a smile on his face.
"To be totally honest I haven't had the time, you see I met a guy and we have been going out for the past few months and he has just been keeping me very happy so writing has sort of fallen by the wayside." I explained to him growing more uncomfortable as his smile began to fade from his face as I explained about my relationship status.
"In fact he is meeting me when I get off the bus and taking me out for a nice meal." I lied to him hoping he wouldn't get any further ideas to make me more uncomfortable.
"Our loss I suppose, I always loved your writing and thought you are the most attractive girl on the site, your eyes with that innocence. The way you smile at the camera knowing what you are doing to men, the choker around your neck betraying your sexual side. In fact looking at you now you should post some full body pictures as you have been keeping them secret on your profile." Kenneth continued all the while swiping through his phone not paying attention to me.
If Kenneth had looked at me he would have seen the colour wash from my face as I started to think things over in my mind. Lurker's can't access members profiles so how would he know about my different pictures, he had lied to me about not being a member. He knew exactly who I was at the start of our conversation and the knowledge of my personal life which he had mentioned to me during our chat. I suddenly felt very vulnerable and wanted more than anything to be anywhere else than here, the air had become very cold and the chill down my spine forced me to shiver causing my leg to vibrate next to Kenneth creating more contact than I had intended as he looked down at my twitching leg and put a hand on it to try and settle it.
"Feeling cold princess? How about you let your new friend Kenneth keep you warm as we talk about new material for stories." Kenneth said his hand beginning to squeeze my knee with a harsh grip.
I bolted up and pushed him away from me, my eyes filled with anger and disgust as he tried to grab my arm and pull me back towards him.
"Look Kenneth, I don't know who you really are but I'm not going to allow this to go any further you hear me! Don't you even think about touching me again and don't you ever talk to me you hear me! It was nice to meet you but I don't want to discuss anything else ok, that part of my life has taken a step back and I'm happy with my boyfriend." I practically shouted back at him causing him to flinch back at my outburst.
"Alright, ok, don't go fucking mental on me bitch! God, you pay a girl a couple of compliments and she thinks you are going to jump her bones. If anyone can't let RU go it's you love, you're seeing rapists everywhere. You think you're that much better than everyone else in your fancy job and new boyfriend, how do you think he would feel knowing you write about him in your stories, telling the world about your sex life and fantasies. I liked you because you had a wonderful mind and was sexy as fuck, a perfect fantasy for men like me who just want to enjoy the thought of being with a girl like you but no. You let the hype and fame of the comments get to your head and now look at you, you're no better than that bitch Rachel in your stories. Well sorry for being interested in you." Kenneth said in an angry tone before moving away from the bus shelter in a fit of rage.
Five minutes later my bus arrived and I hurriedly looked around and got on, swiping my Oyster card and settling down at the back of the bus where it was nice and crowded. I had been on edge since Kenneth had left that being sat on the bus with it's mass of humanity and sounds of people engaging in normal conversations put me at ease so I got my phone out and logged into RU to check on my messages and reply to my friends on it. Perhaps if I had been paying more attention to the world around me instead of my fantasy life I would have noticed the man in the hat get on the bus and slink upstairs quickly.
Fifty minutes later my bus arrived just outside of my little village which I called home and I got off the bus with my cheerful smile back on my face and the thought of a tasty chicken tikka masala running through my mind. I thanked the driver for the journey and almost skipped along the pavement with glee. It was very dark now and I knew I only had ten minutes walking to get home, just down the High Street and through the park and I would be back home. As usual there was no one about but it didn't bother me, crime was practiacally non-existant here in fact the last big crime was who stole the giant gnome from the village hall.
I lost myself in my own little mind and didn't notice anything around me, especially the fact that my bus had stopped only a few short meters from the bus stop I had gotten off at and let another passenger off who was walking behind me now.
To be continued....
