The Mommy Porn Effect

Ella, a seemingly normal woman has a very secret life. She could be the girl next to you in lecture or behind you at the store. Only, Ella has been reading, and there is nothing more powerful than words to awaken you.

Through her on/off relationship with Tyler Dobson, and her persistent curiosity, Ella comes to the conclusion; 'It's all about sex.'

Based on a true story.

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4. Chapter 4

 

            From: Tyler

            To: Ella

 

Hey baby, sorry I haven’t contacted you, just been really busy. How’s things going? Xxx

 

            The text was very short considering, I had expected a better effort, but nevertheless I was ecstatic to finally hear from the long lost boyfriend.

 

            From: Ella

            To: Tyler

 

Was starting to think you had died! Thing’s are going well. I’ve made a couple friends and settling in well. Beautiful views around here. I need to tell you something, but first how has your first few weeks been? Xxx

 

            I tried to keep the atmosphere light and jokey, but deep down I was quite upset about his lack of communication. Still, I had to tell Tyler about my ‘experiences’. It was in the rules; we had to tell each other.

 

            From: Tyler

            To: Ella

 

Glad to hear. Things are going well here too. I have something to say too. What’s happened Hon? Xxx

 

            My heart skipped a beat. What could he have to tell me after this amount of time? Had he done something really bad? Avoided me through fear of telling me? Or had he slept with someone, like me? I wasn’t sure if I could take it, but what goes around comes back around and I had agreed to this.

 

From: Ella

To: Tyler

 

I’ve slept with someone. Only once. I know that’s the rules, and I’m telling you about it now. Sticking to the rules. What do you have to say? Xxx

 

            I decided to go for the short and sweet approach, not divulging too much, I was more interested in what he had to say. It took a while to receive a reply; I started to worry. John knocked at my door.

 

‘Ella! Ella!’ I could hear John trying to almost whisper but almost shout at the same time. I was not going to escape him this morning but the sinking feeling in my stomach only added to my hangover. I had not yet slept and I was not in the mood for a morning person.

‘Ella! Can I come in?’ I scrambled to cover myself with my covers but John had invited himself in, bursting through my door, his ever-present grin was less than welcomed.

‘You look awful! What happened last night? I thought you went to sleep.’ John wore a knowing smile, he was prying me, once more. I slowly shut and opened my eyes trying to focus my surroundings. I let myself familiarize myself with my new bedroom and looked back up at John, now standing at the foot of my bed.

‘Come on you dirty stop out. Time to get dressed. It’s 9am!’ John ripped my covers off and I thanked God for the baggy t-shirt I had found tucked in my sheet that quickly covered me. John ripped the curtains open letting a blinding stream of light enter my room, abruptly awakening me. 9am?! I was not happy, it was a Saturday and I had nothing to do. I just wanted to sleep. Sleep, and reassure my long distance, distant boyfriend, that I still loved him.

Bzzzzz. My phone buzzed at just the wrong time, pulling John back from his exit.

‘Ooh a text? Is that Tyler? Finally contacting you, eh?’ I guess John realized that now was not the time as he sharply turned with his tail between his legs and left the room. Perhaps my stern look was a bit too discerning. I would have to work on that later, right then, I wanted to talk to Tyler.

 

From: Tyler

To: Ella

 

Oh? Who was he? Surely not as good as yours truly? I want to tell you the same, a cheerleader actually xxx

 

            WHAT? How did Tyler find that appropriate? He was rubbing it in. He was proud of himself and I could almost see his smug grin as I read the text over and over. He did not care about me having slept with someone else. Well, 2 could play that game.

 

            From: Ella

            To: Tyler

 

He? She was great. A referee actually. I’ll be sure to let her mark your cheerleader. Xxx

 

            ‘That should do it’, I thought to myself. After all, I knew Tyler could not resist the idea of girl on girl, he truly was a typical lad. Unlike before, I waited seconds for a reply.

 

            From: Tyler

            To: Ella

 

WHAT?! XXX

 

            I had certainly caught his attention this time around.

 

            From: Ella

            To: Tyler

 

Shame you weren’t here, anyway, I must go. I am a University Student and I am far too important and busy to be texting scruff like you ;) Make sure to download Skype, we should video chat. Your girl, Ella xxx

 

            I joked with Tyler. It had been too long since I had spoken to him, but I needed space right now. I did not need to be thinking about his exploits on top of my crippling hang over. I stumbled into my kitchen to be greeted by a group of my flat mates looking at me discerningly. I was to do the walk of shame in my own kitchen. I made my way to the fridge pulled out a fresh cartoon of smooth orange juice, found myself a clean glass and headed back to my all too welcoming bed.

 

            Sleeping through the entirety of the weekend, I found Monday seemed to creep up on me, fast and unsuspected. The warm embrace of my bed was enough to forget about all responsibilities. I fell out of my bed and smacked my hand down on the snooze button. My head had fell perfectly into a pile of dirty washing, disgusting, yet comfortable. I peeled myself away from the floor and decided it was definitely time to shower. My invigorating shower gel was unquestionably and undeniably needed. The bubbles slowly fell down my body and I watched them slide down my bath, thick and slow like honey. My phone alarm startled me, I had set it to warn myself I had half an hour to leave. Crap!

            I quickly escaped the mesmerizing pitter-patter of water droplets, wrapped myself in my towel and headed for the safe confines of my bedroom. I found the nearest clothes, put my hair up, and packed my make up to do on the way. I flew down the flights to street level and ran towards the corner. Hannah hadn’t arrived yet.
            I emptied out the contents of my bag onto a bench I had found. An old man beside me shuffled across. It didn’t take my long to apply my soft ivory foundation and long lash mascara, the usual war paint. Seeing Hannah’s car I threw the contents back into my rucksack and hurried to my feet.

            The car journey was quick. Five minutes later we were stood outside the lecture hall with enough time for a cigarette. We sat on the knee height brick wall that surrounded the flowerbed just outside the hall and shared a lighter. Student began trickling into the hall. We stubbed our cigarettes and headed indoors, anxious to finally learn what was so important. Nine am on the dot the lecturer, Dan, began to talk.

            ‘Hi team! How are we all doing today? I bet you’re wondering what’s so important at 9 in the freaking morning, right?’ Dan was a great lecturer, he’s was always so on our level, and his witty sense of humour was truly keeping us all enthralled in his lectures.

            ‘Well, as events students, you should be pleased to know that we want to start you off early this time around with a small change to the scheduling. We want you to organize a small event for Children in Need this year. This can be anything from a sponsored run to an entertainments night at the local pub. Be as creative as you like! You can work independently or in a group, whatever suits you best. The event will have to be some when within the middle of November. So we’re looking for it to be held around the 15th to the 22nd.’ Holy crap! That really was throwing us in the deep end. Hannah and I looked at each other. I had already promised friends from back home that if I were to plan an event I would get them a gig. Their band had been stuck in Bournemouth for too long, and it was the least I could do. They had truly bought me out of myself. I was my most comfortable with them.

            ‘We’ll be giving you a budget of £10 per person. So if you’re in a group of 3, you will have £30, if you make a profit, that all goes into the charity. At the end we will see how much we have earned for Children in Need as a collective. This is not to be treat like a competition. This is for charity! I know how you guys can get.’ Dan continued. Double crap! How was I supposed to organize an entire event on £10? I didn’t want to limit anyone by dragging them into my event for my friends, plus I would be too awkward to put forward any ideas of my own. I had to do this alone to get it right. ‘It’s just a personal challenge, Ella.’ I thought to myself, trying to relax in my seat.

            ‘So what do you think Ella? Any ideas?’ Hannah took a drag of her cigarette. We had been stuck in lecture for 2 hours.

            ‘I promised my friends back home that for my first event I’d organize a gig for them. What about you?’

            ‘I have no idea quite yet, but I’ll come up with something.’ Hannah smiled. I liked Hannah, and I wouldn’t mind her joining in with my event but it was personal and I didn’t want to hold her back. I hoped she’d understand.

           

            The rest of the day passed slowly as I sat in lecture watching my phone. I debated whether or not to contact Tyler. Hannah gave me a lift home around 2 o’clock. At least Monday’s weren’t long days. I traipsed into the kitchen, threw my rucksack down on one of the tall, black stools and raided my cupboards. Finding the ingredients for a cheese sandwich, I smiled. Perfect. I headed to my room with a notepad and pen and started to draw up ideas for my event. A few hours later my page was crowded with notes. I called my parents.

            ‘Mum?’ I checked to see who had answered the house phone.

            ‘Yes Sweetie, how are things?’

            ‘Going well actually. I’m organizing an event for Children in Need.’ She could hear the excitement in my voice.

            ‘Wow! Well, you definitely sound cheerier than the last time we spoke. What are you organizing? Is it with the University?’

            ‘Yes mum, but I get to organize it myself. I was thinking of a band night. You know just about everyone I know is a performer.’

            ‘That sounds amazing Hon! I’ll have to start practicing then. Oh, and you’ll need a raffle! Dad, Nan and your Uncle can help with that. We’ll try to see if we can get any prizes up together. Will your friends make it down there okay? If not, maybe, I could book a van, although it would cost a lot…’ her voice trailed off. My mum had always been one for going over the top, both in attitude and effort. Her helped was more than appreciated though. I had forgotten that my mum was a performer! I was kind of hoping to only plan the one group, but I didn’t have the heart to turn her down. It had been a long time since she had been on stage, but her confidence was growing and she had performed for a few little family gatherings, so I knew this meant a lot to her.

            ‘I was going to ask you if you could perform,’ I lied, ‘I’m sure they’ll find their own way down, but thank you for the offer Mum.’ I was genuinely appreciative. It had been a while since my mum and I had got along so well, so it was wonderful to hear her in this mood. The least I could do was let her perform.

            ‘Have you heard from Matthew yet?’

            ‘No, actually.’ It was odd to not have heard from my Uncle. At 26, there was not a large age gap between us and we had grown up together in the same house when my Nan remarried to a man who couldn’t put up with him. Matthew and I were close like brother and sister, somehow minus the arguments. At home we would go out clubbing together, but recently he had a new partner; Martin, so we hadn’t made the time for each other recently.

            ‘Have you at least called Nan?’ Crap! I really had done nothing.

            ‘No.’ My voice had hesitated.

            ‘Oh Ella, she’ll be worried sick. You know what she’s like.’

            ‘I know.’ My tone resembled a child’s with their hand stuck in the cookie jar.

            ‘Well, I’ll let you go. You have some phone calls to make. Love you Sweetheart.’

 

            She was right, but I itching to tell the group that I was going to plan their gig for them. ‘It wouldn’t take long.’ I reassured myself and dialed Scott’s number. Scott was the head of the band and my true best friend, quirky and a creative genius. I could picture him with his long blonde hair, skinny little body, wearing his trademark dark green skinny jeans, an official ‘Clash’ top, and some checkered shirt.

            ‘Scott!’ I was ecstatic to be contacting Scott. It had been so long.

            ‘Ella! How have you been?’ He sounded just as keen as I was.

            ‘Great thanks, I actually have some news for you.’ I pretended to act upset.

            ‘Oh no, Ella, are you okay?’ I loved playing Scott. He was too easy to fool.

            ‘It’s just that, I have to… ORGANIZE YOUR GIG FOR YOU!!’

            ‘WOAH! Really?! Ella, you’re the greatest! When is it?’ Scott’s voice had brightened, I could feel his eye’s widen through the phone.

            ‘It’ll be some when in the middle of November, so a little while yet. About 6 weeks time? I’ll have to give you the details as I get them. It’s only been assigned today. Oh, and my mum will be performing too.’

            ‘Oh, that will be amazing; everyone loves your mum. Oh and one more thing, we have a new addition to the band. Phil. He’s a trombone player, and a kazoo player, and, well he’s just an ‘everything’ kind of guy. He does stand up comedy. Do you reckon he could have a set for that?’ This was perfect. It would be a variety night. That’s what could tie the acts together; having absolutely nothing in common. Scott’s band, The Schemers, were a ska punk band, and my mother performed rockabilly.

            ‘That sounds great Scott. Let him know he has it. Will you be able to get down here okay?’ My mind flickered to my mother’s offer.

            ‘Yes, Phil drives. Thanks Ella, it means a lot!’ My eye’s lit up. I was so happy to have made Scott’s day, especially after so long of having heard from him.

            Carrying on with my planning an idea hit me. I wanted to invite Tyler, but why not have him involved? He had studied performing arts at college, and I had seen him perform. A stroke of genius became me. I could get him to dress up in drag, and present the acts! I knew he would only say that he didn’t have enough time to prepare a set, but presenting wouldn’t take long. I called him.

            ‘Tyler?’ I was doubtful as to whether he had answered his phone.

            ‘Oh, Ella, how are you?’ I had hoped he would have been as excited to hear from me as the others.

            ‘I’m fine thank you. How are you?’

            ‘I’m good. Been busy with Uni. Sorry I haven’t called you.’ I decided to let it go.

            ‘It’s fine Tyler, I understand, but I want you to come round. Mid-November. I’m planning my first event!’ I tried to sound excited, but Tyler’s tone had dampened my spirits.

            ‘Oh okay, I’ll do my best. I’m sure you’ll do great!’ His voice lightened.

            ‘Are you excited?’ I pried. I wanted more than that.

            ‘Of course I am! My girlfriend’s going to be a famous event organizer.’ I couldn’t tell if he was being serious, but nevertheless he seemed genuinely excited. I relaxed in my seat a little.

            ‘Hell yeah I am!’ I wanted to revel in the attention of my boyfriend a little longer.

            ‘I have a friend here too; Hannah. She’s lovely! Oh and Scott’s band are coming down. I’m doing a variety night. Oh, and my mum, she’ll be performing, and Scott has a new member who does comedy. I’m giving him a set too!’ I let myself continue on.

            ‘Oh wow, so you’re already on your way then? Great! I’m proud of you Ella.’

            ‘Wait!’ I cut him off. ‘One more thing, I want you to be involved. I don’t have a presenter yet. All I need you to do is introduce the acts, do the raffle, and say goodnight.’ I purposely did not tell him about dressing in drag. I had a better idea…

            ‘Oh, aren’t you supposed to do that? It’s your event isn’t it?’ I frowned at the phone. Why was he so closed off? So hard to get around?

            ‘No, I’ll be checking that everything is going to plan. Making sure that everyone has what they need. I will be very busy. It would be a great help, and I know you’ll enjoy yourself. Please? For me?’ I pleaded with him.

            ‘Fine.’ His voice was stern. ‘Oh go on then.’ The change in his voice was dramatic, like a parent being pulled round to a child’s odd request. I heard the output of air from his mouth. It had been so long since I had got to kiss that mouth. I wanted Tyler. I wanted him back, there and then.

            ‘Oh, and Tyler, I daresay it’ll be done on a weekend, so hopefully you could stay a couple of nights? I’m sure we would have fun,’ My voice took a more sultry tone, ‘especially, considering, it’s not far off our anniversary…’

            ‘Oh?’ Tyler knew exactly what I was getting at, ‘Well, I’m excited to see you nevertheless, but I must say you’ve caught my attention.’ Tyler always adopted appropriate grammar with the mention or insinuation of sex. I found it extremely attractive. A well-spoken man would always find a way into my bedroom.

            ‘I’ll be glad to see you there. Have you downloaded Skype, Sir?’ I mocked.

            ‘Not yet, I will have to get right on that, Miss.’ His voice was strong. My knees went weak. I never quite understood my weakness to a posh role-play.

            ‘Yes, you will Sir!’ I tried to assert some authority.

            ‘Now, young lady, don’t take that tone with me, or I won’t be so compliant.’ Tyler’s stern voice made me melt into my bed.

            ‘Sorry, Sir.’

            ‘Much better, my Skype download shouldn’t take too long so I want you waiting by your computer screen, understood?

            ‘Yes, Sir.’ I always adhered to his orders when he was in this mood. This was probably the most playful Tyler got, other than when he would act like a small child, but those moods were irritating, this most was seductive.

            Our phone call ended and I booted my laptop. My MacBook Pro was a gift from an important client of my mother. My mother helped people with legal work, but expected no payment, most sent her presents as a thank you. One in particular who won an alarming amount of money could not stop sending her exotic gifts, 2 of which being for me; my MacBook and my Samsung Galaxy S3. It was surreal to have gained such expensive gifts from a man I had never met and only ever thanked over a telephone call. My MacBook featured a decent front facing camera perfect for Skype.

            An hour passed and I had not received a Skype call from ever-distancing boyfriend Tyler. For the first time I allowed myself to feel upset, I cuddled myself up into my bed and the salty tears slowly and singularly fell down my hot, red cheeks. I couldn’t keep convincing myself that Tyler and I were ok. My tears slowed until they came to a complete stop. The feeling was odd. I had allowed myself to truly think about the situation. Why hadn’t I contacted Tyler? Why did I test him to see if he would contact me? The thought crossed my mind that I wasn’t testing him, I was becoming just as distant as him, my tears were foreign and the reason behind them unknown. I wasn’t truly upset. I knew deep down I had to stop blaming Tyler, and take responsibility. It was a harsh reality, I didn’t care as much as I thought I did, but every time we spoke and the situation between us bettered, I lost myself in a fairytale, convincing myself of feelings built on nothing.

            I continued my planning as the hours rushed past me. Really, I wanted to find one more act. I ventured onto Facebook and found the Brighton University Music Society and posted the opportunity. I was just settling as John knocked on my door.

            ‘Hey, Ella, how are you doing?’ John’s random, pointless visits to my room made me smile, it was pleasant to feel part of something bigger there, where I had little else.

            ‘Oh hi John, I’m alright, what’s up?’

            ‘Oh nothing, just a little bored, finished my work for the night. Do you want to watch a film or something? I have popcorn!’ As much as I hated to move from my comfy position, I had worked hard and a film did sound good.

            ‘You know what, yeah, sure!’

            ‘Great, I’ll get the blankets and we can get cozy on the sofa.’ John had great ideas. With that, he waltzed out of the room and headed off to get the film, popcorn and blankets. I forced myself out of bed and grabbed my favourite pillow. Tyler had bought it for me. It was a black teddy bear head with blood dripping from the mouth, known as a gloomy bear. I couldn’t see it at the time, but it was a perfect definition of my mindset portrayed in a cuddly cotton item.

            ‘What are we watching?’ I realized I didn’t know what I had got myself into. This was John after all.

            ‘Sex in the City! Of course!’ I hated to play on the stereotypes of gay man but, seriously?

            ‘How about something a little less ‘’gay’’ John?’ I joked with him.

            ‘Well, how about we have a look at your films then?’ John seemed keen to root through my DVD’s.

            ‘Sure, come with me. On the left would be the room of Ella, if you look towards the far wall you will see the book shelf. There are four shelves, disregarding the top. The first holds Ella’s literature, the following three; DVD’s.’ I adopted a fake tour person voice, mocking the interest in my room, and of course the amount of DVD’s.

            We finally decided on Bruce Almighty and made our way to the living room, a sofa each and popcorn within reaching distance for the both of us.

           

The week went far too fast after that. It was definitely time to be searching for my venue. Living in the town center I didn’t see much point searching online for things on my street, so at 6pm on the Thursday evening I put on my smartest clothes; a white blouse and an A-line black skirt, accompanied by my professional black pumps. I felt confident and I looked it. I decided to ask the nearby pubs if they had a date free near that time, after looking at my calendar I penciled in for Friday 16th November. No luck. Out of my choice of three, one was booked, one didn’t accommodate live musicians, and the other was far too small. I was about to give up for the night when I came across a little club by the name of Blue just off the Eastbourne high street. It advertised itself as an alternative club/bar. It was the answer to my prayers. I entered the club and noticed the dim blue lighting that ran around the ceiling. The club was dim, the tables and chairs black, and rave club lights lit the small dance floor. The club was well set out and featured a mezzanine floor, which seemed to act as the stage. My mouth dropped open, now all I had to do was secure the venue.

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