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Revenge in Riverside

By: Couture



"He belongs to you!" "You deserve him."

Betsy wiped away her tears as she read the entries left on her Facebook page. Then she read the next in line. She didn't recognize the friend. Moreover, she'd never even heard of such language. She read it again to make sure it said what she thought it said.

"Fix that backstabbing bitch."

Fix the bitch. Golly, Betsy never even pondered such a thought. Fix. The. Bitch.

Betsy's pulse stirred. Something inside her began to change. To stir.

The bitch. The dark-haired bitch who stole Eddie.

Eddie.... Oh Eddie. Sweet Eddie. So cute with his red hair and freckles. Eddie, the guy she'd been in love with for so many years she'd lost count.

Betsy heard the rumors. Rumors that Eddie was shopping for a ring. That he was going to propose. She'd been patient. She'd been a good girl. Such a good girl. Betsy even blogged about it. That Eddie was proposing.

Proposing to HER.

Only he didn't. Well he did propose - only it was to that bitch. That bitch Ronnie.

Ronnie - Veronica. The mere thought of that raven haired bitch whose very existence seemed to be as a foil to Betsy made that dark feeling inside her grow ever stronger and take hold.

Rich. Beautiful. Selfish. And through spite, Veronica always seemed to desire what Betsy possessed. Ronnie, who had such self-centered selfish gall to ask Betsy to be her maid of honor - as if she never realized that Betsy was heart-broken - was devastated. It wasn't to Veronica that Eddie belonged. No, he was rightfully Betsy's. 

Worse, Betsy was forced to say yes. To be a good sport about it. Betsy - always the good sport - the good girl. Betsy cried some more. She wrote about it on her Facebook page. Everyone was so understanding - and made it all the more bearable. Until she read that last entry.

Fix the bitch. And the something bizarre happened. She blinked her eyes and the comment was missing from her page. Who could delete something from Facebook. Her Facebook.

Then her phone vibrated. She looked at the text.

"revenge -justice." and once again it disappeared.

Who could do such a thing? Betsy had no idea, but it was frightening. There was only one person she could turn to, one person who had that kind of brain power - Dibert Doile.

A Plan in the works

"Oh Dibert," Betsy's whimpered in Dibert's arms. "I'm so scared. Strange things are happening on my computer and phone."

Dibert Doile had never had a girl so close to him. Smelling of peach blossom. The feel of her chest heaving against his.

"Golly, what is this about?" Dibert asked. "Is it about Eddie and Veronica? You know Betsy- you are much too good for him. You need a fellow that appreciates you for you."

"Oh Dibert," Betsy purred. "That is so sweet. But can you check out my phone and laptop?"

Dibert checked them both thoroughly. "I can't find anything." He said, pushing his glasses back on his nose and shaking his head. "What did it say?"

Betsy bit her tongue. Revenge. Could she tell Dibert what it said? She couldn't. She couldn't tell anyone. Not after a dark fantasy had sprung into her mind that night in bed.

The cute blond's sparkling blue eyes grew calculating and she moved in close to the little geek once more. She practically purred like a kitten, her hot breath whispering in his ear. He knew she was a reporter for the school paper, and she was doing an in depth piece...but she needed something. Could Dibert get it? IT would be hard to get, but she'd be ever so grateful. Oh so very grateful.

A Trap is Sprung.

Something had changed inside Betsy Cooper. Somehow she felt more real - while everyone else was just some sort of cardboard cutout. Everyone was so trusting. It was so easy. Too easy really. All it took was a bottle of pills she'd obtained from unwitting Dibert. All it took was a little kiss on his nerdy little cheek. It made her laugh thinking how she'd fogged his little nerd glasses. It was easy. So very easy. "Where did you say we were going Bets?" Veronica asked.

"A little pre-bachelorette party!" Betsy assured her friend. Far too easy. How could she have ever come in second place to such a dimwitted bitch?

"But we just left Riverdale." Veronica felt that funny flutter of fear that always seemed to accompany those times when she was outside of Riverdale. It had been years since she last set foot outside of the city limits.

"I know," Betsy said. "Isn't it exciting?"

"I guess so," Veronica said. "It is my bachelorette party after all."

"That's the spirit," Betsy said, passing the cute brunette a small bottle. "Drink this."

Veronica downed it in one gulp. "Tastes sweet...like licorice..." The last came out as a wheeze and her eyes watered. She began to cough uncontrollably. God, what was that? "Water..." she gasped.

Betsy smiled, passing the poor fool three more small bottles. They were consumed in a blink. Moreover the burning eased up, now it just felt warm in her tummy. She felt warm all over.

"What was that?" Veronica asked.

"Just a little something to get the party started." Betsy said. "And don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from."

"Goodie," Veronica said. "It makes me feel good all over. She ran a fingernail over her full lips and gave a quizzical look. "My lips feel tingly. I don't think I can feel them anymore."

Veronica laughed and began to talk - and talk. About her latest shopping exploits. About how lucky she was to be marrying Eddie. And how lucky she was to have such a good best friend and maid of honor.

"Hey," Veronica said as she suddenly noticed something was amiss. "Why aren't you drinking anything."

Betsy smiled sweetly and took a tiny swig. "I have been drinking. As a matter of fact, you aren't keeping up with your best friend in the whole wide world. Here, have another."

Veronica dutifully did. While Betsy spotted just what she'd been looking for. She picked up the com for the limo driver.

"Driver, pull over there. Right there."

"Are you sure Miss Cooper?" the voice on the phone did his best in the given the situation.

"Don't get your panties in a wad," Betsy said. "I know these girls." But she didn't know them - not personally. However, they appeared to be just the sort of girls she was looking for. The too short skirts. The tramp stamps. The bare midriffs. Oh they were perfect. If they weren't she'd know for sure in just a few moments. Putting her window down, Betsy yelled out the window.

"What up skanks!" Betsy hollered.

The girls yelled back. Oh yes, these were just the girls Betsy was looking for.

"You want to party with me and my friend? It's her bachelorette party and we are going someplace a damn sight better than this." And then the coup de grace. "She's buying."

Veronica had one last chance. She almost succeeded.

"Betsy wait..." Veronica said. But she hesitated. She didn't grab Betsy's hand to restrain her. She didn't ask the driver to floor it. After that, it was too late.

The door was open. And in a blink the car was full of the wrong sort of people. They dressed terribly. They smelled of smoke. Yuck!

Betsy passed around a few more bottles and things snowballed downhill from there. There was an embarrassing question answer game about sexual experiences - and everyone seemed to be much more experienced than Veronica. Even Betsy was more experienced.

There were other games. A game like hot potato, only the potato was a very realistic dildo. Worse, you were not allowed to use your hands to pass it. If it buzzed while you held it, you lost an article of clothing.

Veronica thought of protesting. But everyone else seemed to be having so much fun. She didn't want to be a stick in the mud - especially when she was being given so much attention. A few times, Veronica was suspicious that Betsy never seemed to lose her clothes - never seemed to have to try to pick up the latex cock between her thighs - or her mouth.

But it was hard to think about Betsy when the drinks were making Veronica feel giddy and disoriented at the same time. Too hard to think about perserving her modesty, when the rest of the girls had no such inhibitions. Veronica wasn't even the first girl to loose her clothes. That honor belonged to a young red-head that was now dancing in the limo...if you wanted to call it that. It was more of an erotic display of flaunting her body about, showing off her tattoos and pubic hair that had been dyed bright pink. And things grew even more weird. The nude girl hopped up on Veronica's lap and began to bump and grind.

Poor Veronica could feel that wiry muff rubbing against her stomach and her thigh. Clad only in a pare of small panties, Veronica felt defenseless against such an onslaught. There was something more she didn't want to think about. There was a silky smooth wetness left behind wherever the girl touched her.

"Stacy," Veronica said, taking the girl by the hips and trying to force her off. "I would appreciate it if you - I mean ah - I don't think you should be ahh - mphhhhh..."

Yuck! Oh God, she'd been kissed. Full on in the mouth. Tongue and all. By a girl. Worse, the limo felt like it was going around in circles. Everything was spinning. She could hear Betsy laughing. "Poor Ronnie looks like she may not want to get married after all. Kiss her again Stacy. Kiss her like you mean it."

It was like the world sped up - or that Veronica was in slow motion. Stacy wasn't just kissing her, she was kissing her hungrily. Veronica was being kissed by a naked girl on her lap. The feeling was surreal. At first Veronica resisted, but she soon gave in and let the girl have her way. Soon, Veronica returned the favor. She kissed back. Her nipples grew hard. Her breath grew heavy.

There were flashes of light, as if Veronica was seeing stars. The bright pink of Stacy's muff. The scent of musk. A taste of...

Sitting across from Veronica, Betsy giggled as she snapped photo after photo. This was an unexpected bonus. She'd hoped to use these skanks to pressure little Miss Perfect into partying too much. But the girls started drinking Veronica's drinks...drinks that were spiked with Rohypnol that Betsy managed to scam off of Dibert Doile. The skinny red-head in particular had consumed 3 bottles of the spiked booze. Betsy dutifully captured it all for posterity.

Poor Veronica could feel someone touching her inappropriately, touching her nipples, her clit. But by the time she opened her mouth to protest, she'd forgotten what it was and what she wanted to protest. In a blur she was getting dressed. Wearing a bridle crown. A tight body hugging minidress with lifesavers stitched on it. No bra. No panties. Lugging a plastic ball and chain about on her leg. Giggling. Staggering about the club, assaulted by smoke, flashing lights and loud music.

Men eating the lifesavers off her dress. Inserting dollar bills in the garter around her thigh. The girl with the red hair always nearby. Being sandwiched between two girls on the dance floor. Being humped by them. Humping them back. Kissing men. Kissing women. Flashes of light. Her head hurt. Oh it hurt. Her mouth felt of sandpaper and cotton. But at least Eddie held her tight. His tight body. His...

Eddie!

Veronica blinked her eyes. That wasn't Eddie. What was that strange man doing naked in the bed with her. Veronica looked down and gasped. What was she doing naked with this strange man. And who was that behind her? A naked girl with red hair. Stacy! Oh dear Lord ... Veronica's mind began to whirl - her pulse began to race. She had to get out of here quickly. Had to find her things and pray that no one knew who she was - and what she had done.

Oh God and what was this gunk on her face and hair.

"Good morning sleeping beauty."

Veronica felt a cold dread flow into her body.

"Bets."

"You sure had fun last night."

"I...I don't remember anything," Veronica said as she attempted to disentangle herself from the two naked bodies she was sandwiched between. Where was Betsy? Was she in bed too? Worse, oh it was much worse, Betsy sat in a chair looking pretty as a picture. Ronnie had never felt so embarrassed.

"I can help you remember Ronnie," Betsy said sweetly. "I'll tell you all about it."

"No-please don't." Veronica groaned. "Just help me find my clothes and get out of here."

"They are right there on the dresser silly."

By then Veronica had managed to extricate herself and as quiet as she was able began to dress. Only there was a problem. The clothes didn't fit. There was no bra or panties. Worse, the skirt was far too short and way too tight. And the top was equally so. Three inch heels.

"These don't fit." Veronica said. "They must be that girl's. Do you see mine?"

"Let me ask." Betsy said. Then said in a loud voice. "Hey Stacy..have you seen Veronica Lodge's clothes? Miss North can't seem to find them."

Oh God. The girl and boy on the bed were stirring. Stupid. Betsy was so stupid sometimes. Don't mention my name. It was bad enough as it was.

The boy didn't move. The girl groaned. "Oh God...I think I'm going to be sick," she said as she hurried to the bathroom. The girl had pink hair and an equally pink muff. A muff that Veronica remembered..Dear Lord no. Stacy - the girl from the limo.

Hearing the girl lose her dinner was almost enough to make Veronica join her. But Veronica couldn't afford to. She had to get out of here. Had to get out before more damage was done.

"Let's go Betsy," Veronica urged Betsy. "Have we got everything?"

"Don't worry, I have everything I need now."

They left in a hurry. Veronica's mind was racing. What could she do to get out of all this?

"We can't call Henri," Veronica said. "He'll tell daddy. How are we going to get home Bets?"

"No biggie," Betsy said. "We'll just get a cab."

Betsy hailed a cab. It was on the other side of the road, but it quickly did a u-turn, while white smoke rolled out from the back wheels, the smell of burning rubber filling the air. The driver had seen the cute little things from a block away. The raven-haired one in particular. Those long ivory legs. That mini skirt that showed every inch of those gams and just a hint of that perfect bottom. Oh yes, the girl looked worse for wear, but she wore it so very well.

"Oh thank you Betsy," Veronica said, crying tears of relief as she climbed into the car, being careful not to display the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. "You are such a good friend."

"Oh Ronnie," Betsy said, her full lips turning up and a hard cruel glint coming into her blue eyes as she took out her digital camera. "I wouldn't go so far as that. I wouldn't go so far as that at all. There's going to be some changes for you. Some very interesting changes."

The young blond took out a piece of paper and began to write. "Rule number one..."

As Betsy explained how things were going to be, Veronica was overcome by a fear like she'd never imagined existed. She felt different too. Like the word was somehow flat. Was it the world that changed? Or just her?

======================== A mouse is caught

Milton's tiny eyes didn't know where to look. The house was a mansion. Excess was everywhere he turned. But even more than the house, was the girl he was following.

Those heels. Clickity clackity on the fancy marble floor. Those legs. Wow. So long. So lean. That skirt. That pleated little number that at any moment threatened to reveal

Milton's stomach rumbled.

"Golly Veronica, I could sure go for a sandwich right now," Milton said.

Shhhh.... Veronica cast a nervous look back. "I don't want anyone to know you are here."

Milton shrugged his shoulders and scratched his head with his trademark hat. "I can't help the rumbling of my tummy Ronnie. I tell it to be quiet, but it has a mind of its own. I knew I should have eaten before I got here. I'm feeling light headed."

Veronica urged him into her room, none too gently. "Wait here. Don't touch anything. I'll get you a sandwich."

Oaf. But she needed that oaf. Veronica rushed to the kitchen and whipped up a sandwich.

"Oh no Miss Lodge," Maria the maid heard the rustling in the kitchen. "I'll make that for you."

"Don't worry," Veronica said. "I've got it."

"That is a large sandwich," the maid said. "Too large if you want to keep your figure."

"I'm on a special diet."

"You trust me Miss Lodge. Too much bread and you get fat. You eat lean meat and you stay a lean treat. And trust me Miss, you need to be lean to wear all those new clothes in your closet."

Veronica blushed at the maids words. They were a little too close to hitting home.

"My winter clothes?" Veronica asked. "You took care of them?"

"All taken care of." Maria said. "To be honest Miss Lodge, I like these new outfits better."

Veronica blushed a bright crimson. One of the first changes Betsy made was a trip to Veronica's closet and every article of clothing that didn't meet Betsy's specifications was thrown away. Veronica had ordered Maria to box them all up and pack them away. 

"I'm going upstairs. I don't want to be disturbed," she said angrily as she stormed off. Taking out her frustrations on the only person she could.

The pretty brunette hurried back upstairs bearing the humongous sandwich. 

"Golly Ronnie," Milton said, eagerly taking the sandwich and taking a large bite. "That sandwich looks yummy."

"I'm glad you like it," Veronica said as sweetly as she was able. "Milton, I was wondering if you could answer a question for me? Did...ahhh...."

The raven haired beauty's cheeks blushed a brilliant shade of crimson. The words caught in her throat.Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she sat on the designer sheets of her bed next to Milton.

"Did...Betsy give you something today?"

"Mmmppphhh... she sure did," Milton said between bite, digging a small wooden token out from his pocket and showing it to Veronica.

Veronica placed a trembling hand on Milton's knee.

"Did Betsy tell you what it was for?" Veronica asked, a slight tremor coming into her voice.

"She said it was for a contest between you two," Milton said proudly. "She said she'd buy it back from me with the world's best sandwich."

Here it was. Oh God. She couldn't do it. No, it was impossible. It was too embarrassing. Too humiliating. Veronica's eyes darted to her webcam. She could just imagine Betsy staring at her, laughing as she watched the humiliating scene taking place. Enjoying the bitter tears of her rival. But Veronica had no intention of giving the blond bitch the satisfaction of seeing her tears.

As far as the other? Poor Veronica didn't have a choice. That sadistic bitch had pictures - pictures that could not only ruin Veronica's wedding - but would ruin her life.

"I'd like you to give it to me instead," Veronica said, her trembling hand sliding up further on Milton's thigh.

Milton shook his head. "Sorry Ronnie, but this sandwich isn't all that good. It could use a little extra mayo and bologna."

Veronica unzipped Milton's pants and slid her hand inside. Where was it? Oh! Then she had the sudden realization. It was bigger than she expected. Much bigger than Eddie.

"Ronnie," Milton exclaimed, almost forgetting his sandwich. "What in the world are you doing?"

Veronica took his manhood out. God, it was big and growing even bigger. She closed her eyes to summon her courage as she slid to her knees.

"Betsy? What? What are you - we we- can't..." Milton protested weakly. "Eddie is my best friend."

"We aren't cheating Milton," Veronica said, as her hand worked him to hardness. "I told Betsy that I wanted to give Eddie something special on our wedding night. You know...this..."

Veronica took the fat cock head into her mouth. The fit was tight. It was the first time she'd ever done this. Well the first time since her bachelorette party, but she didn't remember doing it then, she had only seen the pictures.


Revenge in Riverside



She'd used her hand on Eddie. They'd bumped and grinded. But they'd never done this.

"But I wanted it to be a good present. I wanted it to be the best. Eddie is such a swell guy, don't you think he should have the best?" Veronica lied. "That's when Betsy suggested this contest. Won't you help Milty? You'll just be helping me to give Eddie the bestest wedding night present ever."

Despite the lie she told, Veronica knew the truth. There was a contest alright. She had to get these tokens. She had to get every one of them. If she didn't. If she didn't, Betsy would show the pictures to Eddie. Not only that, she'd show them to everyone.

There was no choice. Veronica took the cock and sucked it.

"Oh God..." Milton moaned. "So we aren't cheating on Eddie?"

"Relax," Veronica purred. "We are doing this... for... Eddie."

And though her head was bobbing up and down and the sounds of her slurping were pornographic, for the first time all night Veronica felt a sense of peace. She wasn't a whore. Though she had meant to lie, the truth was that they were doing this for Eddie. To get through these two weeks...so she and Eddie could live happily ever after.

The sense of peace lasted all the way through the horrid act. It wasn't till Milton stood up and zipped up his pants and handed her the wooden token that Veronica felt like a whore. Oh God, with that bitter bile still in her mouth.

"Gosh, Ronnie you were right," Milton grinned as he buttoned his shorts back up and took the last bite of his sandwich. "You do need practice."

Veronica was dismayed to see that he'd been eating...while she'd been sucking. How inconsiderate. Her eyes grew misty and her stomach heaved. But she knew Betsy was watching. She refused to give the sadistic bitch the pleasure. 

Milton patted his pocket. "Lucky for Eddie, I have four more tokens."

He had four more tokens! But he'd only given her one. And she'd had to endure so much for it! She had to protest, but oh dear God the slime she held in her mouth prevented her. Such a large load of it. So bitter. So vile. Veronica closed her eyes. She steeled her stomach and swallowed.

Gah! Oh God.

"Wait," Veronica said, still frozen in place there on her knees, the heat of fury rising to her cheeks. No one treated her like this. No one. Least of all that little beady-eyed ignoramus. "After all that and you are only going to give me one? I thought..I mean I assumed ... I'd get them all."

"Gosh Ronnie, let's not be in a rush," Milton said as he adjusted his hat and crotch. "After all the more you practice, the better the wedding present for Eddie."

But there was no wedding present. Then Veronica slumped when she realized she was caught firmly in the web of her own lie.

"I guess..." she muttered.

Milton closed the door and left Veronica there on her knees, shooting a hateful glance at her computer. He began to whistle as he strolled down the stairs.

That sure was nice. He'd never had a blowjob before. He tapped the wooden tokens in his pocket. He'd have four more too. And there was Betsy. He wondered what she'd give him for a token.

Back in her room, the peace that Veronica had felt had long since deserted her. She looked down at the wooden token, a B on one side, a V on the other. God, what she'd done to get it. God, what would she have to do to get the rest?

She wiped away the tear lest Betsy see her via the webcam. Immediately, she realized she'd smeared Milton's slime across her fair face. With a gasp, the tears she'd been holding began to fall like rain. She threw herself on the bed and sobbed into her pillow.

Back at the Cooper residence, Betsy had made herself comfortable. She was naked, leaning back in her chair, a foot propped on each end of her desk. Her former rival, Veronica North lay sobbing on her bed, all while Betsy's fingers danced over her drenched slit.

"Oh fuck...fuck...." the pretty blond gasped, her hips raising off the chair the metal squeaking as it took the weight on its back.

Betsy sighed when it was over. Four orgasms. Four in a row. Her ass sat uncomfortably in the fluids of her copious nectar. She'd made a mess of herself. But it'd been worth it. She took out her cell phone and replied to the text message that had started it all.

I fixed her. Thank you. 

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The next day Veronica wasn't the high and mighty vain princess she once was. The girl who begged Betsy to go into the restroom was a a bit more subdued.

"Please Betts," Veronica begged, with tears falling down her cheeks, making a mess of her mascara. "You've had your fun. Just please...let me be. I'll break up with Eddie. I'll tell him that you love him best. I'll tell him - I'll tell him anything you want."

"It's far too late for that Ronnie," Betsy said with a cheerful smile. "I won't just show Eddie what a little whore you are, I'll show everyone. What will everyone think of the great and powerful Mr. Lodge's baby girl when they a video of her sucking Milton's dick?'

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me bitch!" Betsy felt taller. Smarter. Stronger. More powerful than she'd ever felt.

Veronica's shoulder's slumped. "Please Betsy. I'm begging."

"Then you better start collecting those tokens," Betsy giggled and then proudly displayed a token. "Look who got one from Milton this morning."

"But..." It was impossible. How had she?

"He was a little disappointed when all he got for his trouble was a sandwich," Betsy laughed. "Now it's time to pay up. Take out your paper."

Veronica fumbled for the paper. "Please don't..." she begged, as she handed it over to the smug blond.

"Turn around - bend over."

Veronica obeyed nervously. What would Betsy do next? Her knees began to tremble.

"Now let's see," Betsy said, using Veronica to write on. "Rule number two..."

Veronica shivered automatically. Rule number one had already been added. No skirt lower than her fingertips. She went around in a state of near exposure. Worse, Eddie already noticed. The mere memory was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

"Gosh Ronnie," Eddie said with a gulp, his blue eyes looking up and down his fiancee. "That skirt sure is short."

"You like it?" Veronica asked. "It's a new line from North industries. Daddy wants me to wear it. Get people talking about it."

"It's...pretty..." Eddie stammered.

Veronica felt her cheeks grow hot, her lie contained more truth than she'd wanted to admit. People were talking. She could almost hear their whispers as they watched her. The too short skirts would have gotten any other girl sent home. Being rich was the only thing that had saved her..or had it?

"Rule number two," Betsy jotted on the paper. "Last night Milton said you needed practice. Maybe that's why it was so easy for me to get his token. Well, from now on you are going to get lots of practice. Starting with this."

Betsy handed the raven-haired beauty a lollipop.

"I don't understand," Veronica said as she took hold of the lollipop.

"Of course you don't." Betsy said. "Idiot."

"I'll give you three pops each day," Betsy continued. "Two can go in the purse, but the other must be held onto at all times. In your hand...in your mouth...ha...in your snatch for all I care you little slut. But you must hold onto it personally. Now open it up."

With trembling fingers, Veronica opened the wrapper.

"Give a lick."

Veronica couldn't disguise her hatred of this bitch who was taking such pleasure in ruining her life. But she had no choice but to obey. She gave a lick.

"See - practice makes perfect," Betsy grinned. "Just remember. Only three each day...make it last. Otherwise everyone will find out just how big a whore you really are."

Veronica blinked back a tear; she dared not give Betsy the satisfaction. Betsy was still cheerful and smiling, she turned to leave, but then looked back over her shoulder. "BTW and FYI Ronnie, I've given Nate and Jock tokens this morning. Oh and Ronnie, may the best girl win."

That afternoon, Ronnie led Jock up to her room, just as she'd done Milton the day before. Jock had a nice body, unlike Milton, and his cock was much more manageable. There had only been one problem....

"Mmmmppphhh..." The pretty brunette moaned, coming off of the large boy's cock with a smack, her cheeks pink, a thin sheen of sweat covering her body, soaking through her clothes, back arching. Her too short miniskirt had fallen out of the way, her thin panties completely bunched up in crack of her shapely bottom, her crotch now soaking the fabric, exposing a hint of her dark bush. Her ivory bottom, those two perfect cheeks were being mauled and manhandled by Jock's large hands. "Stop that Jock. I'm only doing this for Eddie you know."

"I know, and gosh I'm sorry Ronnie," Jock moaned, his voice thick with lust. "But I-I can't help myself. I've always been...ah...good with my hands. But I don't know how to say this, but they seem to have a mind of their own."

God those hands. And Ronnie had to admit, he was good with them. Too good. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. And she wasn't. No she certainly wasn't, she told herself.

Jock was a big lumbering ox and none too bright. But those hands. Teasing her nipples. Handling her ass. Undressing her. Pulling down her panties. Pushing, pulling, grabbing the cheeks of her bottom Touching her slit. Her..ahhh...God...her nether hole. Betsy that bitch...probably watching everything. Seeing her state. Dear Lord.. she was so close. No, she couldn't let Betsy see that. With a burst of speed and new motivation, Veronica worked Jock's cock with new enthusiasm.

Glom. Glom. Glom. Veronica bobbed. She gobbled. 

"Oh God-" Jock moaned. He had never - ever felt such pleasure before. For once his hands stopped roaming, each grabbing a handful of long dark hair and holding on for dear life as his cock surged again and again.

Ronnie gulped again and again till finally it was over. The bitter taste was all she could taste. It was the foul taste of humiliation.

Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, Veronica assessed the damage and quickly went to work. God, her panties had somehow ended up at her ankles. Her bra and skirt were laying next to the door. How had he? It was too late for recriminations. As she dressed she became aware of another fact. She was hot. Not just hot, but HOT. Her loins felt like melted butter and there was a fire inside her that needed quenching.

"Thanks for helping me practice Jock," Veronica said. "Do you think Eddie will like it?"

"Gosh, Ronnie, Eddie's going to love it," Jock said. "I wish I could get a wedding present like that."

With a surge of confidence, Veronica exclaimed,"Then you won't be needing those extra tokens will you?"

Jock shook his head as he pulled up his shorts and took out the four tokens. His eyes looked up, his brain nearly causing him to hand the four tokens over to the pretty brunette. Until at last his other brain, the one down below overruled, and he pocked three of them. "You know what coach says Ronnie, you may be ready for the next game, but that doesn't mean you don't need to practice."

Damn it. Veronica had been so close.

That night as Veronica lay in bed, her body felt sensitive. As if she could feel every crease in her sheets. She looked over at the light on her webcam. It still glowed. Was Betsy watching? Could Betsy see? It was dark. So very dark. She turned in the other direction. Her fingers move softly. Gently. Mmmmm...Oh Eddie...Eddie. But those hands...the hands she felt belonged to someone else. It was going to be a long three weeks.

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The day was off to a poor start. Veronica thought she had done everything right.

"Idiot," Betsy spat. "What did I tell you? Rule number two? Where's the lollipop?"

"Right here," Veronica held the pop up as proof. She hated the damn things. It seemed like an stupid demand yesterday. But the constant carrying them around was difficult. If she needed her hands it had to go in her mouth. If she needed to talk, it had to go in her hands. And people were beginning to stare...at both it and her.

Betsy took out her camera and showed a small video. To her horror, Veronica noticed it was from last night. When she was with Jock. Squirming. Sweating. Quivering. God, she looked like she was in heat. She'd never felt so humiliated.

"I don't see a lollipop?" Betsy said. "Do you?"

Veronica trembled with rage. Surely the little blond bitch didn't expect her to hold onto the lollipop even then? The raven haired beauty swallowed her fury.

"No," she muttered.

"It's time for you to find out what happens when you don't follow the rules?" Betsy grinned wickedly. Skirt and panties down at your ankles. Bend over and grab the toilet seat.

"What are you going to do," Veronica said as she reluctantly obeyed. She'd guessed that Betsy would be watching her on the webcam in her room, but she'd never guessed she was being recorded.

There was a loud smack of wood on skin as Betsy laid in on that perfect ivory cheek with the flat of her wooden brush.

"Ouch!" Veronica came up in a flash, rubbing her stinging skin with one hand and taking the lollipop from her mouth with the other. "No way! No way! enough is enough."

"Get your ass back down Ronnie or I'll send this tape to Eddie right now." Betsy's eyes hardened to cold steel.

"No." Veronica steeled her resolve. She had to end this. Even if it meant giving up Eddie.

"Fine. I'll send it to Daddy moneybags." Betsy smiled and pushed digits on the phone.

"Wait.." Veronica plead, with sudden fear in her eyes. Damn you! I'll get you for this! But Veronica kept such thoughts to herself as she once again bent down and grabbed hold of the seat.

The pretty brunette flinched with every blow. She couldn't protest, she couldn't beg, not with the pop in her mouth. All she could do was brace herself and take the lick. Her trim body flexing. Her ivory bottom turning a bright red. Her lean legs dancing. Feet sliding on the tile floor. Sweating. Cheeks red. Eyes watering. It was only when the sobs came that Betsy finally stopped. 

"That should teach you - you stupid slut." Betsy said smugly.

Veronica pulled up her panties and skirt and rubbed her sore bottom.

"I'm not going to do this," the furious brunette exclaimed. "I love Eddie, and you can tell him if you want. You can break us up. But I'm not playing these sick twisted games with you any more. You can - you can even tell daddy. I'll deal with the consequences."

Betsy laughed. "Dont' forget that I'm the editor of the school paper little Ronnie. What kind of article do you think I could post about this. Veronica North of North Industries is the school slut. I'd like to see daddy explain to his shareholders how he can run a company if he can't even keep control of his slut of a daughter."

Veronica blinked back her tears. "You...wouldn't."

"Try me bitch." Betsy said, taking out a pen and paper. "Now...where were we. Ahh yes, rule # three, you can thank Nate for this one. I got a token from him last night while you were busy with Jock. Rule number three. Tops shall only come to your elbows and the hem of your skirt will only come to your wrist. There will be an inspection daily. You can guess what will happen if you disobey."

Veronica looked down in dismay. Rule number one stated that skirts and shorts ended at her fingertips. With rule number three, she'd have precious little fabric to protect what remained of her modesty. Her ass still burned. Dare she disobey?

"Have fun today," Betsy sneered. "But you better get to crackin. I don't think you can bear to lose many more tokens. I'll be nice and not hand any more out today. That doesn't mean I might not try to get one or two from either Juggie, Moosie, or Nate."

***************

"Hey Ronnie, want to go out for a milkshake tonight?" Eddie asked during lunch.

"What?" Veronica asked.

"Golly Ronnie," Eddie said, giving Veronica's hand a squeeze. "You sure seem far off lately. I asked it you wanted to go out for a milkshake tonight."

Veronica blushed. She couldn't. She'd already made plans for tonight. Milton was coming over at 7 and Nate was coming at 8.

"Sorry Eddie," Veronica said. "I can't. I have to meet the ahhh...wedding planner tonight."

"I couldn't help but overhear," Betsy said, pulling her chair up from the next table. "I don't have plans tonight. I'll be glad to go for a milkshake. You don't mind, do you Ronnie?"

"No I don't." Veronica lied. But she did mind. Especially because what Eddie couldn't see was the evil little blond bitch making sexually provocative faces.

"See?" Betsy said. "Besides I bet Veronica is busy with her wedding planning."

Veronica blushed a bright crimson. The bitch was mimicking giving head. Thank God Eddie couldn't see, but she almost wished he could so he could see what an evil bitch Betsy truly was.

Betsy enjoyed watching her rival squirm. She didn't plan on staying out long with Eddie. She had better plans tonight. If all went according to plan, she was going to watch Veronica suck off Nate. Betsy had already laid a trap for Veronica. She'd traded Nate a special tape to get his token. A very special tape she'd downloaded from the internet.

++++++++++++++

"Keep your hands on your heels," Nate ordered. "And that mouth open."

"Ouch- ouch - ack .Stop it Nate," Veronica said, fire dancing in her eyes. It was the fifth time she'd been slapped on the cheek with his hard cock and she'd had enough. "I mean it."

The look in Nate's eyes was startling. She'd always known he had a mean streak, it was the reason she wanted to be with Eddie, despite her dad's objections.

"Fine," Nate menaced. "I'll tell Eddie you sucked me off."

"I'll tell him you are lying." Veronica bluffed.

"And I'll show him this." Nate held up his cell phone and showed the video he'd recorded just moments before.

Veronica blushed a bright crimson. Damn she hated technology. Blackmailed by Betsy and now Nate. But she was forced to admit - the smiling bastard had her. He had her good.

"Now hold onto your heels," Nate said. "Open your mouth and look at me."

Ah yes, that was just the look Nate was looking for. Just like the video Betsy had showed him. Entirely furious, but all together obedient. He slapped one cheek with his cock, then the other.

"Stick out your tongue."

Veronica had no choice but obey. To make matter worse, while she was enduring this vile treatment, she was all be certain Betsy was trying to steal her Eddie away at the same moment.

But Betsy wasn't. She watched raptly the action taking place on her computer monitor. Watched as Nate slapped his cock on Ronnie's extended tongue. Watched as he ordered her to lick his balls. She came as he shoved it down the brunette's throat. As she gagged. As her mascara ran in dark rivulets down her ivory cheeks. 

"See what you are going to miss with Eddie," Nate sneered as Veronica gagged and coughed. "Lay on your back, I'm gonna fuck those tits."

Veronica didn't enjoy it, but she willingly let him mount her chest. She cried out in pain. God, his grip was like iron.

"Suck me at the same time." Nate ordered, thrusting faster and faster. Damn it. Why did she choose that pussy Eddie and not him. Ah well. he was getting his - and before Eddie.

"Oh God..oh God..." Nate pantied. Pulling out from Veronica's breasts, he quickly stroked himself to completion. "Here it comes. Here it comes."

As rope after stick rope of come landed on Veronica's face and hair. Even on her floor.

Nate tossed a token to the floor and sighed in satisfaction, attempting to put his spunk covered fingers in Veronica's mouth. But she refused, twisting her head to the side. Suit yourself, Nate thought as he wiped it clean in her hair.

It was horrible horrible horrible. Jock and Milton had been such gentlemen compared to Nate. She removed the lollipop from her panties. With dismay she realized it was soaked. It wasn't due to Nate, she told herself. It must be the cinnamon. She could still feel the warm tingling sensation.




Revenge in Riverside



+++++++++++++++++

Kneeling down in front of the door, hand busy in her panties, Maria panicked. She dared not get caught spying on her employer's daughter. She hurried away before Nate reached the door and hid in a closet.

Her heart ceased hammering as she heard the boy's shoes echo down the hall. Dear Lord, the things she had seen. Things that made her hungry for more.

+++++++++++++++++

Betsy could hardly stand. So vigorous was her orgasms from watching the humiliation of her rival. She was going to give Nate some more tokens. But she was slightly dismayed that she was running out of tokens. She'd traded a few for favors to some boys at school.

She shivered as thinking of the boy fidgeting as he handed her the vial.

"You said if I filled it up that you would..."

"Not me..Ronnie." Betsy smiled and tossed the boy a token. She opened the lid of the vial and sniffed. Yuck. Ammonia and salt. So thick and sticky. Along with some cinnamon oil and sugar, she used it to make Veronica's special lollipops.

+++++++++++++++++

These rules are getting worse and worse, Veronica thought to herself. She was doing all she could to collect the tokens, yet somehow Betsy always managed to get one every day or so.

This rule. Dear Lord..this rule was getting to her in a way the others hadn't.

"Ahhhhh...." Veronica moaned loudly. Too loudly. Hips bucking. Breasts heaving. Thighs trembling. She sucked her lollipop, it's bitter hot flavor somehow making what she was doing more bearable. 

"That's two slut," Betsy said, capturing it all on video in the bathroom stall. "Take a break and then only one more to go."

Rule number four. Six edges per day with a vibrator Ronnie now carried always in her purse. An edge. She'd never heard of such a thing. To be taken to the brink of orgasm and then stopping abruptly. It was maddening. It left her feeling so hot...so hungry...so horny. She felt like a slut. A wanton craven slut. And worse, to be made to perform such a vulgar act in front of her rival's condescending stare.

"Disgusting," Betsy sneered. "God you reek. What did Eddie ever see in you?"

Ahhhh..oh God....teasing her aching nipples to erection, Veronica began again. Number three.

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"Seven o'clock Ronnie?" Chuck asked in the hall.

"Sorry," Veronica said. "I'm meeting Milton."

"Eight."

"Jock."

"Now?"

"I don't do that at school." Veronica said. She could do it. But it wouldn't count unless it was in her room, where Betsy could watch from the webcam.

"I'll ask Milton. If it's okay with him, can you do us both?"

"Sure- but at home in my room." Veronica jumped at the chance. Three tokens in one night would be quite a haul. There were only thirty tokens. She now had twenty, plus three for tonight; there were only seven left. Seven and no more rules. No more blowjobs. No more lies.

"What was that about?" Eddie asked, startling Veronica as he came from out of nowhere.

"I'm...ah...tutoring them." Veronica lied her cheeks blooming a bright red.

"I need you to tutor me," Eddie whined, unable to pull his eyes away as his fiancee's tongue slid from between her full red lips and molded itself to one of the lollipops that always seemed to be in her possession. Something about it made him feel uncomfortable in his groin. "I haven't hardly seen you since I proposed."

"Eddie!" Veronica felt a thrill of fear, wondering if Eddie had found out about what she was really having to do with these boys, but then saw that Eddie's bright blue eyes were innocent of malice. All of a sudden, something came over Veronica. She was in such a state of need. The edges, the cocks, everything had taken a toll on her.

"You know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Now come here you," Veronica said as she grabbed her finacee and held him tight. She put a thigh over his hip and pulled his crotch against hers. Mmmmmm... she purred as she kissed him, nibbling his hear and neck.

Ronnie!" Eddie squeaked, twisting free from her embrace, and licking his lips. Tasting the strange flavor of his fiancee's lollipop. Cinnamon - but something else...something bitter. "Someone might see."

"We are nearly married." Veronica purred. She was so wet, it was all she could do not to jump his bones right now.

"Golly Ronnie, nearly only counts in horseshoes," said Eddie, his blush almost matching his bright red hair as he held his fiancee at arms length. "You know we have to wait until we are married for that sort of stuff."

"I know Eddie," Veronica purred, taking a long suck of her lollipop. "But I can hardly wait. I have an idea! Let's elope!" Perhaps that was a solution. Elope with Eddie and leave that bitch Betsy with her schemes, her tokens, and everything perverted detail. Leave them all behind.

"What got into you Veronica?" Eddie asked. "You know we can't do that. Gosh, your dad doesn't like me as it is. We have to get married the right way. Think of all the plans and money that's been spent."

"It's only money Eddie," Veronica turned, pulled down her short miniskirt and hurried to class. It was only money. She had more of it than she knew what to do with. All that money and she was sucking boys off for tokens.

Veronica didn't see the girls gathered by the lockers looking in her directions with eyes that cut like laser beams. Didn't see Nancy and Julie shake their heads as she sauntered down the hall, heels click-clacking on the floor, legs strutting, hips shaking. She didn't see Ethel pantomime sucking dick. Or hear the laughter.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Later that night Veronica heard the doorbell ring. Damn it Milton! He knew better than to ring the bell. He was supposed to call her cell first, so she could sneak him in past the help. She hurried down for the door. When she opened it, her heart dropped to her feet.

It wasn't Milton. It was the girls. Julie, Nancy, and Ethel along with two others.

"Hi girls." Veronica said. "I'd love to chat, but I have plans tonight. I have to go meet the wedding planner."

"We can go with you. Besides, we are here for the sleepover," Julie said, brushing past the tall brunette. "You remember. We planned it last week."

"I don't..." Veronica thought back. She was sure she didn't make plans for a sleepover. God, the girls were in the house already. She had to get to a phone and call Milton ASAP. Lord knows the problems she'd have if Ethel caught him coming over to her house. Yes, that was the ticket. Call Milton and have him warn Jock and Chuck. She'd be behind on tokens, but she'd make it up another day.

"I see London, I see France, I see Ronnie's underpants." Julie said, as she walked up the stairs behind Veronica. "Look girls, Ronnie's wearing a thong. Have a look. She must be wanting to give a good show. Otherwise why wear such a short skirt?"

"It's a new line from North Industries." Veronica lied.

"I bet," Julie sneered.

"Isn't it terribly uncomfortable?" Ethel asked. "I mean right there in your butt like that?"

"Actually, it's surprisingly comfortable." Veronica lied. It had taken quite some time getting used to the way they fit, but she was forced to wear them thanks to Betsy's damnable rules.

"Be nice Ethel," Julie said as she reached up and gave the fabric on Veronica's hips an upward tug. "Maybe she likes it in the butt."

"Julie!" Veronica exclaimed. She was in quite a pickle. She had an uncomfortable wedgie, but she had to bear it until at least such time as she was in her room, lest she really give the girls on the stairs below her a show. Worse, the panties weren't so much wedged up her butt, they were wedged firmly into her sex. She could feel her loins grow hot in response.

Veronica hustled the girls into her room and grabbed her phone.

"I have to cancel with the planner," Veronica said. "I'll be right back."

Only to have Julie grab her wrist and wrest the phone away.

"Stop that," Veronica said, struggling to get her phone back from the smaller yet stronger girl.

"Get her." Julie ordered.

It was Ethel that grabbed each side of Veronica's still exposed thong and lifted, taking all the fight from the taller girl, and making her dance helplessly on her toes.

"Are you sure that thong isn't uncomfortable?" Ethel sneered.

It was. It was very uncomfortable. Painfully so. Worse, she couldn't really muster a fight. Not when she was hobbled by heels and forced to carry that damned lollipop in her hand. Another of Betsy's ... my God. Betsy.

Veronica cast a glance at her webcam. "Help me," she mouthed. Perhaps Betsy was home and could do something before Julie found out about...

And Betsy was home. For a moment the thought occurred that she should call Veronica and get her out of her predicament. But seeing the girl's long legs dancing about as she sought to mediate some of the pain in her crotch made Betsy grow hot - very hot. She quickly tore off her clothes and assumed her position, there with her legs spread in front of the computer screen. This could be good.

Back at the North residence things weren't proceeding how Veronica had planned. Just the opposite in fact.

"Milton. Jock. Milton. Chuck. Raj. Nate. Chuck. Nate. Jock." Julie said. "Why are our boyfriends calling you so much? And at such late hours."

"I'm working on- ouch - a bachelor party for Eddie" Veronica lied.

"Lift her," Julie ordered - and Ronnie felt the cotton bite ever harder into her crotch. Worse, Julie lifted the hem of her skirt letting all the girls see...

"How cute." Julie chortled at the site of Veronica's shaven sex. Totally exposed to their cruel whims. "Slut."

"Ouch...I can explain.." Veronica's mind whirled as she thought of a plausible lie.

"You might as well tell the truth," Ethel spat. "Milton has already spilled the beans."

"Ethel!" Julie snapped. "What did you tell her for? I wanted to see her squirm."

"It's some sort of contest," Ethel said. "Between you and Betsy. It wasn't enough to fight each other for Eddie. You had to come after our boyfriends too. What are the tokens for? So you can brag to each other of which boys you stole?"

"It isn't like that." A tear fell from Veronica's cheek.

Julie took Veronica's chin and forced the girl to look into her menacing eyes. "You better not lie."

Tears fell. "Betsy is blackmailing me. I have to...I HAVE to get those tokens. I just have to." Veronica hung her head in shame, feeling a sense of release.

Back at the Cooper house, Betsy was in a state of panic. These girls had found out. The jig was up. How much trouble was she going to be in?

"So you weren't trying to steal Milty?" Ethel said.

"No," Veronica sniffled. "I just needed the tokens. Otherwise - Betsy - makes me do things. Humiliating things."

"This getup," Julie quickly filled in the missing pieces. "The lollipop. All this stuff."

"Yes," Veronica felt a sense of relief. Now she had someone who would help her out of her fix.

But Veronica didn't see the light dancing in Julies eyes or the rosy flush of her cheeks.

"What are we going to do?" Nancy asked, releasing the squirming girl from the torment she was inflicting. "Will it be enough if we can get all these tokens that Betsy has given out? Should we tell the principle?"

For just a moment Betsy suffered enormous recriminations. Not for blackmailing her raven-haired friend, but for not intervening with these stupid girls. Now her plans were unraveling.

"Wait a minute." Ethel gave Julie a glance. "I don't know about you, but Milty - well I make all these sandwiches for Milty and he keeps - well - he ignores me. This is - well - this is a chance- an-"

"What are you saying Ethel?" Nancy was flabbergasted at the insinuation. "We can't. Surely we can't."

"Well...Jock is good with his hands," Julie said. "But I've always felt that...I have hands enough for that sort of thing. I've always wanted...yearned for."

Julie took the lollipop from the incredulous raven haired beauty and held it to the girl's trembling rosy red lips. "What do you say Ronnie?"

"Never." Ronnie muttered in a panicked voice as she caught where Julie was heading. "I'm not that - I'm not that way."

"We can't." Nancy looked this way and that. Like a deer caught in the headlights. She'd reluctantly agreed to this in the first place. Now things had taken a turn she hadn't expected.

"Come on Nanc," Julie said. "Don't be a wus. Remember, this is the girl who has lorded it over us for years and years. Her money. Her popularity. Her clothes. Her trips. Everything."

Back at the Cooper house Betsy began to relax. Oh this was going to be good.

But no so much for Veronica. Julie walked across the room, leaving a trail of clothes as she went. The girl was petite. Her muscles rippled. Shoulders that were a bit too broad and hips that were a bit too slim. She sat down on Veronica's dresser and spread her limber legs at right angles. She held a token between her fingers and gently ran it along the damp lips of her sex.

"If you don't want this token," Julie purred. "I'll just give it to Bets tomorrow. I'll give her all of them. What sorts of things will Bets make you do for one coin? Goodness, what sort of things would she make you do for five?"

Poor Ronnie. Three inch heels were mandatory. Skirts were only the length between her wrist and fingertips. The lollipops. The edging. The shaving. The thongs. She couldn't bear the thought of one more sadistic rule, much less five.

Julie sat knowingly. She ran Ronnie's lollipop along her lips and over her clit. The cinnamon oil making her grow positively hot. Steaming.

"Come closer Ronnie," Julie whispered. "Don't you want this token? How can you get it way over there?"

And so Veronica was lured ever closer.

"Please Julie," Veronica begged. "Can't we work this out? I have money."

"If you are going to beg, at least get on your knees and make me an offer."

Blushing furiously, on her knees, staring at a very wet sex, watching the hypnotic; it was a last ditch effort by the tall brunette. "Five hundred?" Veronica implored.

"And a foot rub?" Julie said.

"Okay." Was it really going to be this easy?

"Start rubbing." Julie ordered.

Veronica reached for a foot.

Julie shook her head. "Both - at the same time."

The kneeling brunette stretched her arms out to each side and began to rub. Her breath grew heavy. Her cheeks blushed a bright crimson. This position drew her close, so very close to Julie's sex. So close she could smell the dark musky scent of sex so very strongly.

"Hold this while I consider your offer," Julie smiled, as she pushed the now sodden lollipop toward Veronica's lips while the brunette turned her head to the side to avoid contact with her lips. "Keep rubbing or the deal is off."

"Please Julie, I'm not - mmpphhhff." Gay. That's what Veronica meant to protest. But now the bitch had forced the lollipop into her mouth. Not only did she taste the now familiar cinnamon and bitterness, there was a tanginess as well. God she'd done it. At least on the night of her bachelorette party, she remembered nothing of it. But she was certain to remember this.

"You know what I want little Ronnie," Julie purred. "Isn't it better than the alternative? What will Betsy make you do next? What do you think it will be? Oh I bet it will be horrible won't it. Don't you think? Hmmm...isn't this really what you want?"

Veronica's heart began to flutter. This was gross. This was distasteful. But what of the alternative. Like Julie said, what would Betsy make her do next? Outside of the tokens, it wasn't any one of Betsy's sadistic rules that were terribly bad. It was how they all lumped together to be so much worse than the sum of their parts.

The lollipops - the clothes. It wasn't just the way they made everyone look at her. It was the way people treated her now. Before, she was treated with deference- with respect. Now? Now she was treated like some simpleton. Like some stupid bimbo. A slut. 

Worse, these edgings had somehow... she wasn't just acting a part - she was becoming the part.

As Julie removed the lollipop from Veronica's mouth, the brunette drew close and extended her tongue.

"Wait," Julie said, running her fingers through Ronnie's luxurious locks and tilting the girl's head back. "Tell me what you want."

Veronica blushed. Wasn't it enough to do it? But to say it? There on her knees, with these other girls watching. She didn't want this, yet lightning surged through her loins. Why was that? Was she this way? Or was it the fact of these other girls looking at her. Watching her admit.

"You'll give me the token?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes," Julie smiled. "But first you have to tell me what you have to trade for it."

"I want to - mmmm - I want to lick you," Veronica stammered. "Please..."

Betsy Cooper heard those words ten miles away and trembled in orgasm. Oh God...what a good one. Unbelievably good. Oh that dirty little bitch... her rival..her nemesis was now a dyke. The girl had come close the night of her bachelorette party, but most of the pictures had been staged. A moving of semi-conscious bodies into very compromising positions. But this? This was real.

Veronica began to lick in earnest. Her tongue had already grown dexterous over the past two weeks.

Julie moaned, her legs danced under the onslaught of pleasure of that skillful tongue as it teased her lips, her opening, her clit. "Oh girls, I've never felt anything like...ohhhh....oh anything like her. She's good. She's real good. I think she was holding out on us. She must have done this before."

Veronica's cheeks burned in shame. But nothing like the shame she felt as Ethel slowly undressed her. She tried to resist, but she wore practically nothing. It took little effort until she was totally disrobed. Naked for these girl's prying eyes. To what they might discover.

"She's wet," Ethel giggled. "She likes it Julie. She likes it. You are right, I bet she has done it before."

"mmmmphhhhgg" Veronica protested.

"Don't be a spoil sport Nance." Julie purred. "See, she likes it. You know what they say about preacher's daughters. I think the same goes with stuck up little CEO's daughters too."

Nancy didn't need to be asked twice. "I got next."

"No," Ethel said. "I already called it."

The skinny girl had a wicked gleam in her eye and Nancy knew better than to quibble over it. There was more than enough of Ronnie to go around.

However, once Julie trembled in the throws of orgasm and Ethel set into Ronnie with a hunger, Nancy began to regret giving in quite so easily. The skinny girl, was short and her body was skin and bones. She was pale, wore glasses, and was long in the nose. Of the boys in school, only Milton shown an interest. But it wasn't in Julie, only in the sandwiches she brought to win his affection. She had needs, needs that no one had ever fulfilled.

Until now.

The other girl's stared in amazement as skinny little Ethel managed to manhandle the larger girl. Trapping arms beneath slender legs. Squatting on her face.

"Lick me." Ethel ordered. "No, not my clit. You gotta work up to that. Start with my bush. Mmmm...now my lips. Work my groove. Suck my cum."

With growing horror, Veronica learned how to please another woman. Not in the way she had Julie. She had thought it horrifying enough at the time, but it had been easy enough. A dancing of the tongue. A flutter on the clit. And it was over.

But not with Ethel. The girl was insatiable and hungry. She wanted everything. Her toes licked. Her ankles kissed. Thighs. Sex. Stomach. Breasts teased. Nipples nibbled. Lips. Everything. And though over the past days Veronica's tongue had grown dexterous, it lacked the stamina to please this demanding girl. 

Please her in ways that Veronica never imagined.

"Now my taint." Ethel ordered, now the girl was sitting atop Veronica, but this time in reverse fashion.




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"Mmmphhhh." Veronica protested. She didn't even know what a taint was.

Ethel merely tweaked the brunette's nipples in a harsh fashion to make the girl open her mouth. She sat down. A few more tweaks coaxed out a reluctant tongue.

"Mmmmmmm..." Ethel moaned, her fingers rubbing gently on Veronica's tender nipples. "That's it. That's the spot."

"Now my hiney hole." Ethel purred.

At the Cooper house there was a high pitched scream. "Oh God- oh God - oh fuck" as Betsy had her third orgasm of the night.

Back at the North house, Veronica was experiencing an entirely different set of emotions.

No. No. No. Dear Lord no. But those cruel fingers tweaked and twisted. She was already so very sensitive. Veronica quickly caved and licked that dank hole. And those fingers grew gentle and Veronica couldn't help but moan and flex her legs, humping her hips. Desperate for touch, yet being ignored by everyone.

"It's my turn Ethel," Nancy complained. "You've hogged her for over an hour."

"Yeah, give us a turn," the other two girls joined in the chorus.

"Shut up," Ethel groaned. "Fuck I'm close. I'm so damned close. Faster, faster- now my clit." Her skinny hips began to shake. Sweat rolled down her back.

Veronica eagerly attacked the girl's clit with abandon. Bringing her off quickly and efficiently. Afterwards, she brought the other girls off. Then she was attacked by Ethel once more until at last the night grew short.

Betsy had long since given up. She recorded the events, but her passions were met hours before. She slept soundly while Ethel had her third orgasm of the night. Even the other voyeur, Maria the maid, left her vantage from the keyhole in front of Veronica's door.

++++++++++++++++++++++

The morning had been rough. Dark circles lined Veronica's eyes, she had slept only an hour the night before. To make matters worse, she'd been ordered out of her panties and over Betsy's lap in the narrow confines of the bathroom stall.

"Please Miss Cooper," Veronica plead. "I couldn't last night. You must have seen what happened."

"That you were supposed to be giving me three edges, but instead you were fornicating with those girls?" Betsy sneered, landing one hard blow after another on Veronica's ivory cheeks. "Is that what I must have seen?"

"No- they - I ouch- ouch," Veronica's legs danced as she tried to evade the worst of the blows. Till finally it hit her. This was a fight she could not win. She could only...

"One-two-three," Veronica began to count the blows. At nineteen the tears began to fall. At twenty nine, all thoughts of modesty had vanished. At thirty-five the tears fell in earnest. At forty-two, she stopped trying to evade the blows and quietly took them. At fifty the blows stopped, but Veronica lay obediently. Even as Betsy felt the heat of her bottom. Worse, had discovered the wetness between her thighs.

"You are quite the slut aren't you Ronnie?" Betsy asked.

"Yes Miss Cooper." Veronica groaned.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry. I should have - I shouldn't have forgotten the rule last night."

"How many rules are there now?" Betsy asked.

"Seven"

"Say them."

"No skirt longer than my fingertip. I'll suck three lollipops during the day. I must keep them at hand or mouth all day. Tops can be no longer than my elbows and my hem can be no higher than my wrist. Three inch heel and no fewer than ten pieces of jewelry. I will wear nothing underneath or a thong and I'll keep myself bare. I will address you as Miss Cooper. I will edge under your supervision six times each day, three in the morning, and three before bed."

"Seven rules, is that too many for an idiot like you to remember?"

"No Miss Cooper."

"Good, then you won't mind an eighth rule." Betsy smiled as she showed the horrified girl a token. Betsy had broken the rules with that token. She didn't get it from anyone. Word had gotten around, and now it was impossible to fool anyone into giving up their token. They were as valuable as gold. So this time, Betsy didn't give it to anyone, she kept it for herself.

"Please...I can't bear..." The night - what those girls did to her. Then this morning morning - it was all too much for Veronica.

"Perhaps you can convince me otherwise," Betsy whispered in the girl's ear before guiding her to her knees. "Like you did last night."

Veronica was surprised at the glimpse of blonde muff. Her rival wasn't even wearing panties. In the back of her head, a voice protested that she refuse. That this was her hated rival. Her blackmailer. The most horrible person in the world. At one time Veronica would have listened to those words. But Veronica had changed. This was a situation, she knew how to handle. The scent of musk familiar.

Veronica kissed. She licked. She pleasured.

"Three edges - at the same time," Betsy warned. "I won't tell you again."

Still licking, Veronica fumbled in her purse. She turned on the vibe and set to work. Her cheeks burned in humiliation when she heard the door the restroom open. The gasp of surprise and then the giggles that followed.

"Look under there."

"Gosh."

"I think it's Veronica Lodge," said a voice.

"At it again."

"What a slut."

"Are you sure it's her?"

"Look at that bag. It's Gucci. And those heels. It has to be her."

The voices grew dim as Veronica hovered on the brink of her first edge. She worked Miss Cooper's clit with enthusiasm. It wasn't until two more edges passed and Betsy trembled in orgasm that she remembered those voices. More people knew. Just what she needed. She had to get out of this fix quickly, or word was certainly going to reach Eddie.

After she was sated, Betsy quickly stood and smoothed her skirt back down. She reached for the door, even as Veronica was struggling into her panties.

"Wait Miss - Cooper," But Veronica's warning had come to late. The door was open and a pair of girls looked into the stall with two pairs of laughing eyes and tittering giggles.

"I'll come over tonight and collect the rest. And don't forget to wash your face Ronnie," Betsy said as she strode away with confidence and power. "That lollipop can't hide everything from Eddie you know."

Veronica glanced at the mirror. She could hardly recognize the sodden face that greeted her. God, what if Eddie found out? She'd clean up, but first she had to take care of the damage right here.

"Please don't tell Eddie," she begged the two girls. "I- I have money."

When Veronica finally left the restroom. She was a bit poorer. And her Gucci purse had been traded in for a far more trashy one. She'd been forced to please two of the girls with her mouth.

Veronica's knees hurt. Her tongue ached. All she could smell was the scent of sex. She was positive that life couldn't get any worse.

=====================

But throughout the day, Veronica discovered something new.

"Hi Ronnie." "Hi Ronnie."

Everywhere she turned, they were saying "Hi" to her. Being nice to her. Sure there were problems because they would usually try to hit on her immediately after.

"I don't have any tokens, Do you think we can still?"

"Sorry, it wouldn't be fair to everyone else," Veronica's cheeks burned as she made the hushed reply. 

And everyone was pretty good about it. They were disappointed. But they were happy overall. Except for two.

Nate was one. He was willing to take no for an answer, but he wanted more. He wanted everyone to know he'd banged the high and mighty Veronica Lodge. He went to the computer lab and loaded the video he secretly taped of his debauchery with Veronica North and sent it to everyone.

++++++++++++++++++++ Later that day,

"Hi Ronnie," Jock said.

"Hi Jock," Veronica replied. "Sorry I can't. Not without a token."

"I know," Jock said. "Look, it's about what Nate did. Do you want me and the guys to beat him up for you?"

"What do you mean?"

"The tape he made," Jock said. "He shouldn't 'a. Should he?"

"What tape?" Veronica's heart hammered in her chest.

"The one on the internet. The one with you and him."

No. God no.

Veronica fled to the computer lab in a state of panic. It took forever for the machine to boot. She didn't have to look far. It was already on TMZ.

Veronica North goes down. North heiress is sex tape scandal. She refused to watch the tape, but she couldn't resist looking at the comments.

Slut. Attention grabbing whore. Ugh, look how skinny she is. I'd tap dat' azz.

Nate. That bastard did this to her. What could she do? Who could she go to for help? There was only one answer. Daddy.

She tried several times, but each time the butterflies in her stomach made her press end before the call was placed. It wasn't necessary, in the end her phone rang. It was her dad.

"Oh daddy...." Veronica bawled. "It's horrible...."

Her dad had little sympathy for his spoiled child.

"What is wrong with you Veronica?" Mr.North raged. "You have been given it all, and this is how you show your appreciation? This is the thanks I get?"

"I'm sorry daddy." Tears fell. Veronica had no one. No one. Not even her father would help her.

"Our lawyer has issued a DCMA order," Mr. North said tersely. "They are going to have to take the tape down, but the damage has already been done. The story is out. I've booked you for rehab at the Pines for a month."

"I'm not..Daddy, I don't need rehab."

"I don't care Ronnie. You may not, but your image does." Mr. North said. "There's no argument. That is going to be our story. Period. We'll talk later. There's someone in my office I have to see."

"But daddy the wedding."

Veronica heard cold laughter on the phone. "I never wanted you to marry that red-haired idiot in the first place. But it wasn't me that ended your wedding, it was you and that damned boy. I actually liked that boy Nate. I thought he had a good head on his shoulders. But now it turns out he was an even bigger liability than Eddie. I have to go Ronnie. Bye."

Oh God. Her daddy was right. If her dad had seen the tape - Eddie surely had by now too.

Oh Eddie!

Veronica called his seven times, but there was no answer. She'd just have to find him to put things right.

==============

Veronica wasn't the only that was busy. Betsy didn't expect to see the sex tape with Veronica and Nate. When she saw it, her first thought was that someone had stolen one of her recordings. That she was going to be in big trouble. Then she realized it was being taped from different angle. 

It must have been Nate.

A feeling of smug satisfaction overcame her then. There was more. She had a wonderful idea on how to take advantage of the situation.

She went straight home and changed into her best clothes, and headed straightaway to North Industries.

"Hi Mr. Lodge," Betsy said. "Judging by the phone call, I guess you've heard what happened."

"Yes Betsy," Mr. North said. "I wanted to ask. Have you noticed Veronica acting strange lately?"

"Yes," Betsy said. "At first I took it for wedding jitters. But now I realize it must have been more serious."

"I agree," Mr. North said. "We are placing Veronica in rehab tomorrow."

"Are you sure that's wise?" Betsy asked.

"It happens to young people all the time."

"Because when older people think of North industries, they think of you," Betsy said. "But when young people think of North Industries...well we think of Veronica. Sexy. Young. Single. Strong. Can you afford to have Veronica disappear? Be seen as some sort of strung out drug addict?"

"I don't know what options I have otherwise."

"I could manage them," Betsy said. "Just of the young brands."

"Are you using this crisis as an opportunity to stab my daughter in the back?" Mr. North arched his eyebrows cynically.

"Not at all," Betsy said, "As a matter of fact, I resent that accusation. I've been Ronnie's best friend since childhood- and you haven't let me finish or I can leave now if you wish"

"Sit down Miss Cooper," Mr. North said. "Now, finish."

"As I said," Betsy continued. "I would manage the brands. I would also manage Ronnie. Keep her in line. Out of trouble. Ronnie would still be public face."

"We don't really have young brands," Mr. North said.

"You will," Betsy said. "You are going to call it Ronnie. A young hip clothing line."

"Hmmmmm....continue..." Mr. North was considering the idea. His doubts were now dispelled. Surely Betsy wouldn't try to stab his daughter in the back if she were planning a fashion line named after his princess.

"There'd be no rehab. We will go after Nate directly and discredit him. "

"Good." "Teach the little bastard. I like it."

"But I need some leverage to be able to manage Ronnie," Betsy said. "You know how stubborn she can be. If she has a drug problem, what would stop her from buying it while I'm not looking?"

"I will cut off her allowance and remove her access to her trust fund."

"Perfect." Betsy said. "You keep the fund. And uou can put me in charge of her allowance, then I can make sure she spends the money on necessary items."

"That will work," Mr. North said. "As you can see Miss Cooper, I have been remiss in raising my daughter, it is time she learned that her actions have consequences."

Betsy felt giddy inside. This was turning out easier than she imagined.

"Now Mr. Lodge, Let's discuss salary and there's the matter of an office..."

++++++++++++++++++++++++

"I saw what you did with Nate," Eddie said, his cheeks turning red with anger. "You've made me out to be the but of everyone's joke. I hope you are happy."

"Oh Eddie," Veronica cried. She'd finally found Eddie, but so far she'd been unable to convince him to take her back. "I-I never meant to hurt you. I swear. I really didn't. I did it to ...protect you."

"I could have forgiven you for most anyone," Eddie said wiping away a tear. "Anyone but Nate. Even if I could forgive, I could never forget the stuff I saw you do. Golly Ronnie, he was slapping your face with his ...thing. I was mad, but I was almost embarrassed for you. Ronnie...I want my ring back."

Veronica looked at the ring one last time. She should be happy. The ring had caused her nothing but trouble. If so, why was she crying. Why was her heart breaking? With shaking fingers, Veronica tugged the ring off and gave it back to Eddie and watched as he turned and walked away.

She'd lost Eddie, but maybe now - now she could get her life back.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

Veronica went straight home. It was time to bring back the Veronica Cooper of old.

"Maria," Veronica said. "Where are my old clothes I asked you to put away for me?"

"I gave them to Charity Miss." Maria said.

"But that was thousands of dollars worth of clothes!"

"You look prettier now," Maria said. "Maybe your new clothes, how you say, make you more friendly. So I get rid of old clothes. Now you stay friendly yes?"

"No!" Veronica fumed. "Now I get furious. I should have your pay docked for giving away my clothes. Dimwit, you probably sold them. Did you sell them Maria? Did you?"

Maria walked over to her empoyer's daughter. Her eyes turned hard. The two women glared at each other. Each one refusing to be the one to give.

"You not mean to all those boys. Two, sometimes three boys a night." Maria laughed, smiling wickedly. "Or with all those girls last night."

"I wasn't!"

"I see everything," Maria purred.

"You were spying on me?"

Maria nodded.

"I'll have you fired. I'll press charges."

"Some reporters come by today and ask me a lot of questions about you," Maria eyes danced with mischief. "They ask about Nate boy. I say nothing. No espeak English. But maybe I remember my English. Maybe I call them back. Maybe I tell about Nate. Maybe I tell about other boys. About girls. About everything."

"No," Veronica begged. "Please. Look I'm sorry for getting mad at you."

"You hurt my feelings," Maria whispered, as she pressed on Veronica's shoulder's pushing the pretty brunette to her knees. "Now you make me feel better."

Trapped, Veronica looked up at her maid in helpless desperation. The woman may have been a beauty at one time, but the years had been less than kind. They'd left Maria overweight with spider-veined chubby thighs. Veronica slid her hand up those large thighs to find the woman's panties.

"Use your teeth." Maria ordered.

Veronica bit back her retort. One day soon, this Latina bitch would get her comeuppance. But for now, there was little Veronica could do but obey. Disappearing within the dark confines of the woman's skirt and not coming back until she had captured a bit of the fabric between her teeth.

"Now make love to me like you did to your friend last night."

"I - can't." Veronica stammered, her face flushed and hot. Now was the time she should be putting her life back together, not leaving it in more shambles.

"Hand me a phone dear," Maria said. "There's a reporter I need to call. Your father will be so disappointed."

And so Veronica closed her eyes in submission, and once again brought pleasure to someone with her lips. It was more distasteful now than some of the other times. Not only was Maria not as attractive as the others she'd been with, the woman was obviously low class. She was a servant. A housekeeper. God, who knew who the woman had been with? Or if she had some sort of disease? 

Poor Veronica persisted. She wasn't sure which was worse, being made to perform such an intimate act on 'the help' or the dreadful things the woman moaned while she was in the throws of passion.

"How you like it Miss Ronnie?" Maria cooed. "How you like my hot tamale? Mmmm- you make me wet Miss Ronnie. I never have anyone do this before. And now, now my boss do this for me. My how the tables have turned, haven't they? Use your tongue."

Praying her housekeeper was clean, Veronica stuck out her tongue and licked.

"Put it inside me," Maria moaned. "Get it in there. Or I swear I will tell the whole world about what a pervert you are."

The young girl's tongue ached as she pressed it into the older woman's hole. The woman's curly hairs tickling her nose.

"That a girl,"Maria swooned, holding onto the couch for fear she would fall down. "Now use your fingers on my clit. But keep that tongue where it's at."

The helpless brunette reached up and strummed her housekeeper's clit, while keeping her tongue buried in the woman's cunt. Finally the chubby Latina trembled in the throes of a powerful orgasm. When she came down, she patted Veronica on the head.

"Isn't it..how you say, ironic," Maria said. "I clean up behind you - but now you clean up me."

But the housekeeper wasn't done. Not quite. Veronica stood, and turned for her room, but Maria, tugged her back.

"Forgetting something," Maria asked.

"What?" Veronica didn't have a clue. She just wanted to go to her room before her housekeeper could see the tears welling in her eyes.

"Kiss me and thank me."

God, could things get any worse? To be blackmailed into - into sexually pleasing the help - the help - and then be expected to thank the woman for it. But there was nothing she could do. She was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Veronica bent down to kiss her housekeeper, but the woman turned her head to the side.

"On the cheek," Maria said. "Who knows where your mouth has been. Ha-ha..well I guess we both do, don't we Miss Lodge?"

Veronica hastily kissed the woman on the cheek. "Thank you Maria," she muttered and fled up the stairs.

"Oh MIss Lodge," Maria called after the fleeing girl. "That room better be clean when I come up later. If it isn't. Well, you know what they say, if you leave a mess for me, I leave a mess for you."

The Hispanic maid caught the confusion in the young brunette's eyes. The maid smiled and ran her fingers through the damp matted curls of her sex. "If you don't get my meaning - if your room is messy, I go to see the gardner before our next visit. You messy for me? I'll be messy for you. Nice and creamy. Mmmmm. Usted tiene gusto?"




Revenge in Riverside



"Yes ma'am," The words escaped Veronica's lips before she could even think of their portent. She called the maid ma'am. The help for God's sake. Slowly but surely, her world was slowly coming unraveled.

******************

Veronica had things to do. She did not need this right now. Did not need to be cleaning her room. She needed to be getting her life back together.

But the thought of chubby Maria, running her fingers through her sodden sex, all while saying, "You messy for me? I'll be messy for you. Nice and creamy. Mmmmm. Usted tiene gusto?"

Poor Veronica couldn't bear the thought of doing it. Of licking the hateful woman after having sex with the gardner. Maria was bad enough, but at least she smelled clean. But the gardner, he smelled- God only know's were he'd been.

So she cleaned her room. To make matters worse, Maria came up to her room, sat down in a chair and watched her clean. It was bad enough to suffer the humiliation of cleaning in front of the help, but to make matters worse, whenever Veronica thought she'd finally finished, Maria would ask,"New sheets? You vacuum? You dust?".

And that was the worst, the very worst. For as Veronica dusted the furniture, Maria came up behind her, slipped her hand inside the young woman's panties, and began to rub. Ever so gently.

Despite her mind's protestations, her body quickly succumbed to pleasure. This woman, this cruel ignorant woman, but those fingers felt so good. They made her loins hot. They made her body shiver. They made her sex quiver. Taking her nearly to the brink. Yet, even though Veronica surrendered, the maid stopped before she drove the girl to climax.

The poor brunette moaned in frustration, and the maid smiled wickedly.

"I watch you through the door at night. I watch you use your mouth on all these people. These girls. These boys. Yet I see none of them use their mouth on you? I see you on the phone in that chair over there. Teasing this juicy little mouth over and over again." Maria teased her finger over Veronica's wet folds before continuing. "Teasing but not pleasing. Oh little Ronnie, I like watching you squirm - my perverted nina. We are going to have so much fun you and I."

Oh God, she had seen her edging. Veronica's cheeks bloomed a bright crimson. To make matters worse, her maid assumed that Veronica was some sort of pervert, and was oblivious to the fact that she was being blackmailed. On one hand Veronica wanted to tell her maid the truth, but on the other she feared the outcome that if Maria found out, she'd join forces with Betsy. For while Maria might want to be licked and want Veronica to clean her own room, the woman lacked the perverse cruelty that Betsy possessed.

It was at that moment that Veronica's phone buzzed. A text message. "Come to your office ASAP."

Oh God! Daddy. The night was going from bad to worse.

"I've got to go," Veronica told Maria. "Daddy wants me at the office."

Veronica stopped at a clothing store on the way to North Industries. She couldn't show up to meet her daddy dressed like some tramp. She picked out an outfit and handed the girl her credit card and went to put it on. It wasn't perfect, but it would do. It felt good to finally wear something where she didn't have to worry about flashing someone or the broad expanses of skin she displayed.

But the salesgirl, a girl who already pissed Veronica with her condescending stare, acting as if she didn't belong in a nice clothing store, came back looking as snide as ever.

"I'm sorry, but the sale was declined."

"There must be some mistake," Veronica said to the girl who was clearly an idiot. "Run it again."

"I'm sorry Miss," the sales girl said. "But I'm going to need those clothes back."

"Wait," Veronica stammered, fumbling in her purse. God, the vibe that Betsy ordered her to carry around. Worse, the girl had seen. Veronica blushed, passing the girl another credit card. "Please...try this one."

Veronica was humiliated. Worse the store manager now stood next to her to make sure she didn't flee with the clothes.

The sales girl returned with a phone to her ear.

"It's for you." the salesgirl said.

"Veronica Lodge?" asked a voice on the phone.

"Yes."

"Do you have any other credit cards in your possession?"

"Yes."

"Will you give them to the Miss Sullivan?"

"Yes."

Veronica dug in her purse. Just fucking great. Now the manager had seen the vibe. Her day was on a never ending string of terrible things. Well, at least she'd have an outfit suitable to see her daddy in soon.

Veronica watched in horror as the sales girl took out a pair of scissors and destroyed her credit cards. The little bitch! She'd have her job.

"Did Miss Sullivan destroy the cards?"

"Yes." What? How did the person on the phone know.

"Have a good day Miss Lodge," the voice on the phone said. "Thank you for choosing Visa."

"I'm afraid we will need those clothes back now," the salesgirl said.

Veronica changed in stunned silence. Her credit cards were destroyed. She was down to her last hundred dollars. She knew one thing. She couldn't see her dad dressed like this.

"What will this buy me?" Veronica asked.

Veronica North left the store exactly as she'd gone in, save for a silk scarf. She used it to hide her cleavage. It dressed her outfit up. Maybe just a little. She prayed it was enough.

++++++++++++++++++

On the way to her office Veronica rehearsed the replies to the questions her dad was sure to ask. It was a mistake. A youthful mistake. Nate made the tape secretly. He'd betrayed her. She accepted responsibility. And most importantly, it would never - ever happen again. Her clothes? That could be explained. She was going to a party. Some sort of club party."

Veronica opened the door to her office. The lights were on. Her leather chair was facing the opposite direction.

"Daddy - I can explain...." Veronica began, tears already building in her eyes.

The chair spun around. It wasn't her dad. It was... Betsy.

"There will be plenty of time for that explanation," Betsy smiled. "But first lock the door."

"But - where's..." Veronica stammered. Her eyes darted to her desk. Her name plague was missing. It had been replaced with another - one that read, "Betsy Cooper."

No. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be.

"Lock the goddamn door," Betsy's eyes narrowed in anger. 

"Yes..Miss ...Cooper..." Veronica obeyed. She didn't even think about what she was doing and disobeying wasn't an option. Something in her had changed. 

"Good girl," Betsy smiled,but there was no kindness in her eyes. "Now where were we? Ah yes, you were explaining. You can start by explaining what you are doing without your lollipop."

Fuck. Veronica couldn't meet her dad sporting a lollipop. But her dad wasn't here. Instead it was Betsy.

"It's in my purse." The words came out haltingly. Submissively.

Betsy's eyes hardened, but on the inside she was giddy watching her former rival quake in her heels.

"What are you waiting for?" Betsy said. "Get it out. Idiot."

Veronica's cheeks colored and she fumbled in her purse, unwrapped the lollipop and stuck it in her mouth.

"Not that quickly," Betsy said. "I think there is a little punishment that has been earned."

"Please. Not here." Veronica begged in pity.

"Well I guess we can't have the rich and famous heiress to the North fortune caught getting a spanking by her new boss. It would show a lack of professionalism. Panties off and take a seat."

"But."

"Okay, have it your way. Panties off and over my lap."

"Wait," Veronica stuttered. Quickly rolling down her dainties and taking a seat in front of Betsy.

"Now edge for me," Betsy smiled. "Until I am satisfied you've learned you lesson."

With cheeks blushing a dark crimson, Veronica stole her hand between her legs and began to rub. Her breath sped involuntarily. Having to do this intimate act was humiliation enough. Worse, was the fact that this was getting to her. She was beginning to crave the feeling a need in her hot loins.

"Do it properly," Betsy urged. "Spread those fat lips. Show me what a disgusting pervert you are."

Veronica's tongue darted out, licking her full lips. She caught her lower lip between perfect teeth, and spread her legs exposing her sex to her hated rival. Sweat beaded on her brow as she reached down with her left hand, catching moist lips between forefinger and thumb, she spread. She was wet. She was dripping. She knew that Betsy was right. She was a disgusting pervert. Only a pervert would be turned on being blackmailed into doing such intimate acts.

Veronica reached down for her purse, so she could take out her vibe.

"Leave it be," Betsy said. "Use your lollipop, it will help you remember to keep it with you next time."

The poor brunette moaned and gave a slight tremor of fear. The amount of cinnamon oil in the pops had increased with every batch. At one time, it would have been merely warm, now it would be hot. Very hot. Did Betsy know?

The blond's nostrils flared and her cheeks grew hot. Oh yes, she knew. And from the look in her eyes, Veronica knew she'd find no sympathy in those blue eyes.

With trembling fingers, Veronica removed the lollipop from one set of lips and moved it to another. She played the red candy ball over her groove and danced it over her clit. It wasn't so bad. Maybe her fears were unfounded. She teased herself under the intense gaze of her rival

It took a minute, and then her sex grew hot. Very hot.

"Your daddy heard about the video of you and Ronnie. So we had a long discussion today." Betsy began. "And as you can see, I've been given a job and a nice promotion. So, what do you think of my new office?"

"You - can't - can't -" Veronica panted.

"Spread your legs," Betsy ordered. "That's a girl. A little wider. Now fuck yourself with it. In and out. In and out."

"I hate to break this to you Ronnie. But word through the grapevine is that you've had to take a demotion," Betsy continued. "You report directly to me now. Your trust fund has been cut off. Your credit cards canceled. Your allowance? Think of it as your salary. Work it faster. Play with your tits."

Veronica tugged her creamy breasts from her tight fitting halter top. She thumbed her fat nipples. They were already tiny hard pebbles. Her other hand worked lollipop in and out her burning hot tunnel. It made perverse wet sounds with each passage. She was leaking copious amounts of juice on the leather seat. She felt her body tense up. Oh fuck.

"Stop." Betsy ordered. "Stop. You think Nate's tape was bad. He has nothing on you. I have everything. Now get the lollipop out of your cunt and get it into your mouth."

Veronica's eyes rolled back in her head. The heat from the cinnamon made her sweat like she'd run a marathon. Her sex was not just aroused, but swollen. Her lips puffed. Her clit distended.

It took all her concentration and will to hold off the cravings in her body. Not even being ordered to, she stuck the sodden pop into her mouth.

"Now that I'm in charge of you," Betsy continued. "We have to be certain that you don't embarrass yourself again and do some damage control on this whole Nate situation."

'But you were the one that caused the whole Nate situation,' retorted a tiny voice in the back of Veronica's mind. But that voice that used to shout had grown quieter and quieter still, until now it was only a whisper.

Veronica watched helplessly as her rival picked up a phone and dialed. Who would it be? Daddy? Eddie?

"Hey Ethel," Betsy said cheerfully. "I guess you've heard about Nate's tape of you know who by now."

Betsy giggled and rolled her eyes. "Yes, indeed. Who hasn't?"

"Ethel- Ethel-" Betsy tried to get a word in edgewise to the high-strung girl. "Let me talk damn it. Whew, as I was saying. Veronica is in quite a pickle. She needs a way to refute this video. She needs friends she can count on. Stop laughing. Hear me out. Veronica's desperate. She'll do anything if you help her. What? Look, all you'd have to do is be her girlfriend. Yes, that type of girlfriend. You are laughing again. Think about it. If Veronica is gay, she'd never make a tape with Nate. Of course it must be fake. No, I never said you were gay. But do you have a boyfriend? Even you can see that there'd be some advantages to having Veronica North as your girlfriend. Think about it."

Poor Veronica. On one hand she admired the cold logic. It would work. She'd be off the hook with the Nate video. Everyone would assume it was fake. She wouldn't have to face her daddy about it. She wouldn't have to face everyone else over the contents of that horrid night with Nate.

But on the other hand. Ethel. Gods, anyone but Ethel. The girl didn't possess the cruelty that Betsy did, but she was at least as depraved. Worse, the girl had a sexual hunger that appeared insatiable. If Ethel agreed to help, Veronica feared she be more than just a show girlfriend, that she'd be a real girlfriend and all that it entailed.

Entailed. Butterfiles flew in the brunette's stomach at the word. In Tail. The memory was so vivid, Veronica wondered if it would forever be etched in her mind. Those pale skinny legs sitting astride her head. Facing the opposite direction. Holding the small globes of her ass open. A few hairs surrounding a dark crater.

"Lick my hiney hole."

Veronica was overcome by a shiver of fear. She shook her head to clear the memory. Betsy was placing the phone to her mouth.

"Tell her please."

"Please.."

"Tell her you are desperate."

"I'm desperate Ethel."

"Say you will do anything."

"I'll - I'll do anything."

"I'll do it," Ethel said, and poor Veronica didn't know whether to be relieved or terrified. 

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Three nights later, Veronica took a look outside the window of the limo. It was time for her debut. The paparazzi were there in full force. God. The pretty brunette took one last look in the mirror to make sure her face was presentable. There was no remaining wetness on her face. Evidence from when she had gone down on Ethel on the ride over.

The driver opened the door, and Veronica did her best to keep her short skirt down as she got out of the car. The camera flashes were blinding.

"What about the video? Are you dating Nate? I heard it was going to be released on a porn video. Any comment?"

"First off I'm not in that video. It was clearly Photoshopped. Anyone who isn't stupid can see the pixels are you know...pixelated. Besides, everyone knows...I'm into girls - not silly boys."

Cameras went crazy. Shouts grew more frantic.

"Is that your girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"What's your name." This to Ethel.

"Ethel Clump."

"How long have you been dating?"

"Like practically forever." Ethel said.

"What are you wearing?"

Veronica licked her lollipop and turned around. Her shorts sexy gold lycra hotpants and they were positively tiny. They hugged her every curve. It was perfectly clear to everyone that she wasn't wearing panties. On the seat was her new emblem. A lollipop. Below that written in cursive was her name - Ronnie. Her top was a sexy plunging cleavage top. She could feel the humiliation cut into her like a knife, but she refused to give in. She had to appear - in control. "You like it?" she asked. "It's my new line. It's called Ronnie." 

"Turn around one more time." someone shouted.

"Sorry, we gotta go." Ronnie said and Ethel possessively an arm around her, her hand possessively palming the sexy brunette's bottom.

The two girl went into the club and danced the night away. Only tomorrow would tell if the ruse worked.

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"Have you heard anyone ask you about the Betsy brand?" Betsy asked from behind her desk. "You were at that show last week, did you hear any buzz?"

"Nothing," Veronica said. Betsy looked relieved. Only Veronica knew there was only one thing worse than bad reviews, it was no reviews at all. The Betsy brand was on its last legs. It was all due to the advertising campaign for Ronnie's brand. "Ronnie-it's racy." From that moment on, the Betsy brand was labeled as boring. 

"I saw you on TV last week," Betsy said. "Next time, be sure to mention the Betsy brand."

"Yes ma'am."

"Rub faster," Betsy urged. "You've grown lazy. Rub it. Frig that disgusting clit."

Veronica rubbed faster. She was hot. She was wet. Her pulse was racing. Her loins quivered with excitement. Poor Veronica had fallen all the way to the bottom. But sometimes you have to go down to the bottom before you can work your way back up. Veronica had come along way in the last few months. It galled her, not so much for being forced to edge herself in front of her rival, but that her body still reacted the way it did.

"Oh oh oh!" Veronica cried, her legs shooting out at right angles. The mouth of her sex contracting, begging for orgasm that was denied.

"God, you make me sick." Betsy said, her voice thick with lust. Watching greedily as her hated rival squirmed naked under her harsh gaze.

Veronica paused for her body to recover, before proceeding on to her next edging. It was now or never.

"I'm moving in with Ethel." Veronica said.

Betsy didn't take the news very well.

"Fuck no." Betsy said. "Besides, you can't afford to. The heir to the North fortune can't afford to be seen living in some dingy rat infested shack. But I tell you what, if you need to get away from home, you can stay with me and Eddie. I need a maid you know."

"Ah-ah- I have my own money," Veronica said. "I'm being paid now. Paid just to show up at clubs and have a good time. " The pretty brunette could tell from the cold hard look it Betsy's eyes that somehow she'd overstepped her bounds, and switched to a completely different tact. She thought quickl, and switched to a completely different tact.

"Please don't be mad with me Miss Cooper. It wasn't my idea. It was Ethel's. Can I really stay with you? It would be nice to talk to Eddie, we left it on such bad terms and I feel so guilty. How much longer to I have to ..ah...oh God, how much longer to I have to be with her Miss Cooper? When can I - when will I be allowed to date boys again."

Veronica tried to keep her eyes void of the calculated manipulation she was using on her blond rival. The very last thing she wanted was to live with that bitch, to be under her thumb twenty-four seven. But if they Betsy thought that staying with Ethel was a worse torture, she be eager for Veronica to stay with the girl.

Betsy looked at the diamond engagement ring on her finger. She'd been looking at it quite often lately, thinking it was smaller, and maybe duller than it was when she was first given it. Then thinking that Veronica still wanted to talk to Eddie, well, it made that ring shine with new light.

"Oh I know exactly what you want, you little slut. You'd love nothing more than to be in my house trying to steal my Eddie." Betsy spat. "Little bitch, you just earned yourself another edging. Make that two edgings. You'll date boys, only when I'm good and ready for you to date boys. Until then, until then you'll live with Ethel and make sure you do whatever it takes to keep that kinky bitch happy."

The brunette moaned. Her legs trembled as they spread involuntarily. She quivered as she waiting for her body to return to normal from the brink of her second edging. God she was in a fucking state. She wanted, no-needed to come. It made it hard to think. But even so, she was playing Betsy like a fiddle. Veronica had grown to love Ethel. In addition, living with her meant not being a plaything for Maria her former maid. Then she'd she only have to deal with Betsy.

"You are going to keep that skinny bitch happy aren't you?," Betsy was barely able to talk. Knowing the control she had over her rival made lightning dance in her loins. "Aren't you?"