Street Cred by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

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Luv Karen

How can I describe LP? Well every one called him LP for a start. He lived on the other side of the tracks as my grandfather would say but I kinda liked him, big, solid, polite, and thoughtful before speaking. We both were quiet and intelligent but having said that though we were in the same class we lived in a different world, he in his circle of fervent Christians and me in my middle class world from the right neighbourhood. I used to see him walking to school sometimes when I was too late for the bus and Bituin drove me through the back streets.

Sometimes the state of his clothes left something to be desired. Always spotlessly clean but it was the first time I’ve ever seen someone wear a darned shirt. Well I sort of fixed that after a French lesson one day. You know where they ask you to write down in French what your shirt and shoe size is and stuff. A few seconds with my smart phone’s camera on his homework and I knew exactly what size clothes he took.

I carefully selected a dozen top quality shirts, four pairs of slacks, two dozen socks, a dozen unmentionables top and bottom, and two pairs of black Rockports. I got Bituin, our Filipino maid, to wash them twice then tumble dry them but crumple them up. The shoes I put on two pairs of thick socks then walked them through the mud so they got all muddy before putting them in cotton bags Bituin ran up for me, the two left ones in one bag and the two right ones in another. Next I crammed everything into one of those two wheeled shopping trolleys. The normal $50 bribe to Bituin followed by a chance meeting between Bituin and his mother at the food bank that his mother used, they didn’t take donations of old clothes only food since Bituin didn’t want to cart them all over town could she find a use for them? He looked so much smarter in his new clothes.

Now how to put some money in his pocket? I flashed him a look that said linger after class. “I take a cab to my maths tutor after school but after the report in the paper last week about a girl being accosted in a cab I thought the bus might be safer, if I give you my cab fare could you escort me to my tutor then home on the bus?” “I don’t have a bus pass.” I tucked one of those annual smart bus pass card thingies in his shirt pocket. “You do now.” “What will I say if someone from the church sees me?” I didn’t think I was so bad looking. “I could wear a bag over my head?” He grinned, a good sign. “We don’t have to talk or acknowledge each other but if you were on the bus I’d just feel safer.” I tucked a twenty dollar bill in his shirt pocket. “Tomorrow night the number 14 bus.”

I swear Miss Trimble was a retired concentration camp guard and had simply forged her credentials as a teacher. I was set to work on some math problems, “Now young man since you are here you might as well do some work.” LP looked horrified but I could have told him it was useless to resist.

Have you noticed how things go in fashions? Some one thought that ex-military teachers were a good idea. Yeah sure but not at my school please. Our new six foot tall PE teacher rolled up and seemed determined to get some street cred by picking on the biggest boy in the class in an unarmed combat lesson. He introduced himself as an ex-marine sergeant. Poor LP, I mean he was big but he was a respectable church goer not into the gang street fighting scene at all.

The second time he was put down on the mat by the grinning teacher something inside of me snapped. LP was mine, we didn’t talk and he might not know it yet but he was my toy and I’ve never been very good at sharing my toys. I did my best imitation of Tracy our resident blonde.

“Oh my that looks like so much fun, can I try?” He hesitated not knowing quite if I meant to tackle him or throw LP down on the mat. I mean they don’t really teach marines very much about girls do they? I’d been taught the hit and run method of self defence. You know get your blow in first, make it hard, make it count and make it appear by accident then run whilst they are down, so I hit out at the teacher and floored him. “I’m so sorry should I have waited until you were ready?” No way could he refuse a second bout and keep any kind of street cred. I put him down on the mat another four times. Each time a different blow and each time it appeared to be a complete accident.

“This is boring can we play netball now?” I turned my back on him and started to walk away. He attacked me from behind can you imagine? It was purely reflex that I sent him spinning across my hip and he hit the floor beyond the mat. I was just about to deliver the heel down into his crutch when LP’s spoke my name. “Julie.” It was enough to bring me out of reflex mode and my heel came down hard on his inner thigh instead of its original target three inches higher. He still got a very nasty bruise though. I slipped LP a card for my gym and told him to be there at 5 before going to the health centre for assistance.

We got the nurse in and LP and I got hauled into the principal’s office. “Now I understand something happened in the gym today, would you care to tell me about it.” “The teacher was showing us some unarmed combat moves and it went wrong.” I blurted out. She looked at LP “You really can’t go round demolishing my teachers you know.” “But he didn’t. The teacher picked on LP and dropped him twice on the mat before I asked if I could have a go.” “You mean you caused his injuries?” she sounded incredulous. “I watched her thinking if he hurt her I’d try to hurt him but she just seemed to accidentally strike him five times, then he attacked her from behind and she sort of swung her hips and the next thing was he was on the ground.” “I saw a film once and just did what they did in the film.” I blurted out in my best full of innocence voice. We got let off and some of the others who were there got questioned and that was the end of it. We got a nicer PE teacher and I heard that when our old one got the moronic class sorry the educationally sub normal class one of the class just told him to belt up or he’d get his baby sister in to sort him out. His street cred was zilch. Mine and LP’s were up though, I could tell by the way the gangs who walked five abreast would part to let me or LP through in the school hall ways.

I was in the gym foyer when LP turned up, good job I was or they might not have let him in. There’s a sort of Porche or Mustang Cobra only place in the car park, you know the sort of place that if you want to park by the entrance you have to have the right sort of car. If I drive I use the Cayenne just to keep them happy. I prefer the Fit myself, it’s a me sort of car but the Cayenne will just about carry the shopping when I want to go shopping and it gets less parking tickets than the Fit.

I took him through to my private trainer and introduced him. “Marc this is LP, could you show him how to drop me to the floor me please?” Marc looked at LP who was looking bemused. “Why?” “Oh we had a new PE teacher, ex-marine sergeant, who thought to teach us self defence.” Marc snorted, “and he picked on LP since he was the biggest in the class.” “Come on girl there’s more to it than that.” “He dropped LP a couple of times then I did my innocent act and dropped him five.” Marc still looked at me “But from the tone of your voice he still didn’t get it did he? What did you do to him?” LP spoke up, “He attacked when Julie turned her back on him.” “Reflex and stomp?” “LP spoke my name so I managed to just stomp his thigh.” “Ouch.” There was a pause then he spoke again “Shall we give LP a demonstration so he can see what he has to do first?” I nodded and the next two long minutes were a blur of blows, blocks, and counter attacks until Marc eventually managed to drop me to the mat.

LP looked at us both, “It wasn’t an accident that you floored him so many times was it?” “Not really.” “Now just stand on the mat and we’ll see how good you are.” After LP landed on the mat Marc looked at him “We’d better start from the beginning and teach you how to fall first.” He looked at me “Six months on your tab?” I nodded. “We can start him with us but later I’ll get someone a bit bigger for him to practise on, one of the bodyguards who come in to train should do nicely, some one more his size.”

Mom was trying to get me to decide what I wanted to do for summer. She’d picked out a Cordon Blu cookery course in Paris, or perhaps a summer school at Oxford University on English history, or a combined downhill skiing and ocean surfing holiday in Australia? I looked through them on the web but didn’t really fancy any of them. I mean which ever I did I’d have my own personal body guard with me all the time with all the lack of privacy that entailed. Besides which I just didn’t want to get nuked at the airport in one of those security scanners. Body guards, that started a thought, body guard training? “Mom could I just do a body guard training course then I’d know what to look out for?” We searched through the various options and finally settled on one that had an accredited diploma. “The only thing I worry about is you being the only girl there.” “I’m sure Pat would come with me if I asked and its 50% off for the second person plus we could share a room.” I spoke nonchalantly and crossed my fingers, gambling that as long as mom could play her bridge and I was out of her hair all summer she’d agree. “Fine dear I’ll let you arrange it all shall I?”

I broke the news to Patrick, well LP’s second name was Patrick at least, that he was coming to summer camp with me for free the next time I saw him. He seemed reluctant until I pointed out that his mother wouldn’t need to spend money on his food all summer then he capitulated. I was going to take the Fit but then thought of LP and took the Cayenne instead with its longer front leg room. When he heard I was planning to use the Cayenne he had me meet him at the bus stop by the highway. Can you imagine he was worried in case the neighbours thought he was dealing drugs or that the local drug dealers thought he might be muscling in on their turf, this guy is so paranoid. The drive there was smooth apart from a couple of guys who wanted to race me for some reason can you imagine? One thing I like about the Porche is its nice and quiet at highway speeds. I offered to let LP have a drive but he thought he’d better not, he just didn’t like the idea of driving an expensive car in case something happened.

The hotel was great, the room was big, with two double beds, mind you I thought he was going to freak out when he realised we would be sharing. “Calm down, no one from your church will know about this. You can get changed for bed in the en suite and I promise not to even look at you in your pyjamas. I had to keep the costs down a little bit otherwise mother would have been suspicious. No one else needs to know we share a room, unless you were thinking of inviting someone back?” Well mother wouldn’t really but LP didn’t need to know that and I always think a need to know basis works best with parents.

The course was fun, driving SUVs at high speed, evasive manoeuvres, playing with all sorts of guns, LP was having fun and enjoying himself. We sorted of ever so slightly bonded. We talked about what we’d learnt that day in the evening lying in our separate beds. Can you imagine a guy who likes to talk, definitely my kind of toy. I could feel myself feel warm glowy feelings which I was very careful to keep to myself. Still all good things have to come to an end. I mean we passed the course and were issued with our diplomas, more importantly I learnt what to watch out for as potential problems but back at school once more we ignored each other and settled back in our respective circles.

At the end of the school year we have our prom. I couldn’t wait to see LP in a tux I thought he’d look great but then reality hit in. I’d be expected to go with Alan, well his parents and mine played tennis regularly together and anyway LP didn’t have the money for a tux or tickets but maybe, just maybe. I caught Brie looking at the prom poster in the hallway. “Are you going?” “I’d like to but no one’s invited me and I can’t afford a dress anyway.” “Well if you don’t mind my cousin’s old prom dress the dress might not be a problem. She’s about your size, want me to bring it over to your place and you can try it on?” “I couldn’t.” “Why not? It’s only cluttering up her wardrobe and she thinks it was too expensive to throw out. Accepting it would be doing her a favour.” Brie hesitated a moment to long and I knew she’d taken the bait. “All you have to do is just try it on.” I repeated she nodded and passed me her address and I said I’d be by that evening.

That evening we tried the dress on, it was a perfect fit, well almost, two small tucks in the side seams and it would be perfect. She turned from side to side admiring herself in the mirror. “Well Cinderella is ready for the ball but I still don’t have a Prince Charming or a Limo.” I dived in the sports bag I’d brought with me. “One tux but unless you know someone really big it wouldn’t fit.” “And I’d have to get them to ask me as well.” “Couldn’t you ask them?” “I’m not that liberated I’m afraid.” She looked at me in the mirror then brightened. “Really big you said?” I nodded “LP sized?” “Probably.” Well considering I brought them in his size they ought to be. “My mom knows LP’s mom really well so between the two of them I’m sure they could drop a really big hint.” “You mean like here’s a tux and a pair of tickets, now go and invite Brie to the ball?” I handed Brie a pair of tickets and she grinned. “Oh but I can’t cycle in this dress.” “Suitable transportation will be provided curtsey of the El Cheapo Limo Corporation. Just give me a nod when he’s asked you. Now remember keep my name out of it.” “Yes Fairy Godmother.”

Thursday Brie gave me the nod. Thursday evening I spoke to Bituin about transport after giving her a fifty. Bituin thought for a moment, “Is this to do with Caroline’s dress and the prom?” I nodded, “Another fifty please.” I was astounded, Bituin normal rate for everything slightly shady had always been fifty. I hesitantly handed it over and she looked self satisfied. Oh well I supposed the cost of bribery had just gone up but $100 to act as chauffeur for the night seemed steep.

Prom night at last, dressed in my understated designer dress and with Alan to escort me through the door I felt at ease. I quickly scanned the other dresses, not much competition there, and mutually admired my friend’s outfits before noticing a rush to the door. Alan and I followed at a discreet distance. A horse drawn carriage was approaching, one of the horses looked familiar, it was mine. I hid behind Alan so Snowball wouldn’t spot me and give me away. Bituin had done Brie proud, she’d somehow arranged for the carriage at my riding stable to be brought out of the stables, and polished until it shone. One of the grooms from the stables was acting as coachman dressed up in a red coat and wearing a top hat, no doubt that was the additional $50. Bituin in livery was standing on a perch at the rear. As an entrance it simply outclassed everyone else’s limo.

Brie was the undisputed queen of the ball, certainly the person who had her photograph was taken the most times. Her corsage was a work of art, but that was something I’d overlooked and I wondered where it had come from. I dispatched Alan to claim a dance with her when I saw how his eyes rested on her. I heard few catty remarks about how she’d managed to be wearing a this season’s designer dress but on the whole everyone was impressed and it was her night to shine. LP looked absolutely gorgeous, I mean I couldn’t dance with him but I watched the others eye him up. He was wonderful, he took care to dance every dance, often it was his partners first time on the floor. He was just being his usual thoughtful self and I felt myself warm towards him.

The next day I saw Brie in the washrooms. “I never imagined that the El Cheapo limo was going to be a horse drawn carriage. Oh and Randal saw me in a new light so we’re going out on our first date tonight.” “LP?” “I’ve known LP forever he’s more like a brother to me. Still he cleaned up nicely and he mentioned he was surprised when the carriage came to collect him. Something about their limo needing a service so they hoped he didn’t mind the horse drawn carriage instead. Mind, God that was a night to remember, Oh and how old was that old dress?” “Caroline’s prom was ten days ago.” “You mean it really was a this year’s designer dress, Oh My God.” I hushed her and slipped away.

My grades were accepted and I was off to university never to see LP again. I was sad in a way but you had to move with the times and I was excited and busy with preparations. Nicole, Dad’s PA, had purchased a two bed roomed apartment within walking distance of campus for me and furnished it. Bituin was trying desperately to teach me how to boil an egg. Toast I could manage but anything more complex I had difficulty with I mean how are you supposed to time both the toast and an egg at the same time for egg on toast? The night before I was due to set off I had one last session with Miss Trimble more to say thank you than anything else. LP escorted me for the last time but when we got there Miss Trimble handed him an envelope, inside was an offer for a maths course from my university. “But I hadn’t planned on going so hadn’t applied.” “I thought as much so applied on your behalf. Now you don’t have to go but these days with student loans and things you’d be stupid not to and you are a long way from being stupid young man. Besides they have a $2,000 a year bursary for all students.” I led a dazed LP out to the bus stop. “You could always come with me tomorrow and see if you like it.” “But where would I stay?” “I have a two bed roomed apartment so you can sleep on the floor for a night. I’ll pick you up at 7 am.”

That night I fantasised about being away from home and prying eyes, LP and me for four years in my apartment. It was the most erotic fantasy I’d ever had, I mean not just his body, all those rippling muscles from heaving boxes around at the supermarket but I recalled our time together on the course when we’d talked. Next morning in deference to the extra leg room I crawled to the Cayenne and set off before parents were up. Bituin saw me off and slipped me both a bag of food for the trip and one of those highly insulated cooler boxes full of frozen goodies with strict instructions not to open it before I had the freezer door open. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek then set off. LP crawled in with a sports bag of clothing that we just about managed to squeeze in and then we were off. We ate as we travelled LP feeding me tiny nibbles between my lips.

The apartment was great, absolutely great, much better than I would have found by myself. LP grabbed one of the bedrooms, they both had king sized beds in them and en suites, whilst I unpacked the freezer box. At least we had enough frozen food to survive for a couple of weeks.

Next morning we hit the campus, it felt so different. No one looked oddly at us together or anything they just accepted us as a couple. I hugged myself. LP talked to a couple of the lecturers in the maths department and decided he’d like to stay so we went down to the finance office and I paid both our tuition for the year and then we sat down and had a coffee whilst I thought about what I’d just done. Sort of blown all my food money on LPs tuition, not good. I mean I could call home but I really wanted to be independent plus LP’s size meant he was going to need even more food than I. “Something wrong?” “No I was just thinking we have to eat something as well as have a roof over our heads.” My eyes drifted to the next table where a Princess and acolyte were pouring over the small ads in the paper. “You wouldn’t be looking for some where to stay would you?” “Why do you know somewhere?” “We’ve an apartment five minutes’ walk away, want to come and see?” LP gulped down his coffee and the rest of mine before following us.

We walked through the door and the girls looked round. “It’s practically perfect.” “You’d have to share a room.” “That’s OK we can live with that.” “But there’s only one bed.” Blurted out LP. “Even better.” They turned and gave each other a hug and a deep kiss. “Oh I think we’ve embarrassed him.” “LP Oh he’s deeply religious and has been strictly brought up.” Emily gave a little shiver “Oh I like strict and positively love to play with whips.” LP looked even more embarrassed as Emily walked up to him and unzipped him stroking his length. “My you’re a big boy aren’t you? Are you really going to eat me like she mentioned in the coffee room?” “Emily put him down. I’m sorry about Emily she can be a bit mischievous at times. She just needs a bit of discipline.” Emily gave her Princess an anticipatory look. LP was looking unhappily at the sofa. “It’s a bit short.”

Emily stared “But aren’t you two going out together?” We both looked at her as if she was mad. “No.” “But there’s something between you.” “Oh that goes back years when she brought me a dozen shirts.” “How did you guess?” “Not all the collars had their plastic stiffeners taken out when they were washed.” “You never mentioned anything?” “Why should I, they were great shirts but I wasn’t sure why you played fairy godmother with Brie.” “Do you know everything?” “No but I recognised Snowball.” I sat down deflated. “If you must know I wanted to see you in a tux at the prom, Brie was just the way to get you there.”

“All he needs is a person in authority to give him permission to enjoy himself.” “You mean I should just tell him Leroy go into the bedroom, get undressed and wait for me?” “With respect I don’t think a slight young girl has enough authority, you need something like a six foot Marine Sergeant.” Leroy doubled up with laughter “She eats them for supper. How many times did you drop that one on the mat before he took the hint?” I started to chuckle as well. “Only six times, and he was back working on the third day after that.” “My god you guys have some history.” “You mean like the time we shared a hotel room for seventeen weeks on the body guard course and nothing happened.” I quirked my eyebrow at him. “Was it likely to?” “It was hell having you so close and I still dream about that black silky thing you wore to sleep in.” Wasn’t it fortunate I’d brought my old black nightdress with me, I’d almost left it behind. Leroy was growing hard and I couldn’t resist kneeling in front of him and kissing his pecker. Well I kissed the tip first then let my lips move down slowly. “My God what are you doing?” he asked. “He really is innocent isn’t he? A real virgin, you could pimp him out, I know a couple of Princesses who’d pay $20 an inch per hour, double that for exclusive use of a virgin.” I nodded at the first comment my mouth being full at the time. “If you have your bodyguard licenses daddy will be thrilled, he was threatening to arrange a body guard for me.” Emily got excited, “What a gag for a fancy dress party Leroy the pimp and his three working girls?” I let Leroy escape. “Leroy get yourself in our room and into our bed. You are going to enjoy yourself and me. You’re not being pimped out to anyone else, you’re my toy do I make myself understood.” “Yes ma’am.” I turned to Emily, “Yes and one photo on the Internet and Leroy’s family is upset, mine would be upset.” “And so would mine, not a sensible idea Emily.” He scurried off to the bedroom and I followed him tearing my clothes off and leaving them scattered on the floor as I went. I’d waited years to be able to bed this guy and I could feel in my bones, or should I say as I felt his bone in me and his lips on mine this was going to work.