I'd first like to once again thank Bella_Mariposa for an excellent and patient job editing, and for providing helpful & constructive criticism. Please enjoy the story
Chapter 2
The chosen woman was called Diane. She and Brian knew each other from high school where it would be fair to say they didn't get on. Diane was a terribly spoilt child born into a loveless relationship where true affection was regularly replaced by money and presents. By the time she was 18 she had developed an extremely high opinion of herself, and often thought of herself as superior to everything and everyone. In high school she was considered the 'Queen Bee' of the popular girls; a reputation based on her astonishing good looks, her very rich parents and aloofness. Guys and girls all fawned over her, desperate to be considered among her inner circle.
On the other hand Brian was the stud of the year. Girls wanted him, guys wanted to be him. In most cases, this would have resulted in Brian and Diane being the schools star couple, but from the moment they first met they instantly despised each other. Brian often referred to Diane as 'that stuck up bitch' whereas Diane only ever spoke of Brian as 'that jumped up wanker.' Their enmity lasted throughout high school, and only ended when they went their separate ways post-graduation.
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Brian and Vicky laid out their plan over the next two weeks. Selecting the form that the blackmail would take lot of careful consideration. Various options were weighed against each other, until all were discarded. Eventually it was Brian who came up with the angle they would exploit.
"Her job's her weakness," he stated one afternoon. "She loves wielding power over other people. Threaten her job and she'll crumble."
"But how?" queried Vicky.
"It's simple," Brian whispered in awe, the idea dawning on him as he spoke. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of this before, it was perfect!
"Her law firm's still full of old men with very traditional views. They're probably very keen to knock her back a peg or two. Therefore we threaten to give them the ammunition they need to do that in the form of a PR disaster, and that is where you come in dearest..."
The plan ended up being brilliant in its simplicity. Vicky was to seduce Diane into sleeping with her. A public lesbian affair would ruin Diane's career, both at her current firm and any future prospects she may aspire to. For this purpose, a hotel room would be rigged with two camcorders to record the whole incident. Clearly, a fair amount of alcohol would be required to reduce Diane's inhibitions; however Brian was confident Vicky would be able to bag her prize. After a further week of study, the pair had roughly worked out Diane's routine. Most importantly, she frequented a quiet bar every Friday after work to let her hair down and to bathe in the attention of numerous men. This would be their opportunity. This would be when they would take her.
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"Tall gin and tonic please," said Vicky, sitting down on the bar stool next to Diane's.
For the next ten minutes, the women sat in silence, both apparently completely preoccupied in their own worlds. Eventually Vicky leaned over to Diane, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"I don't mean to alarm you, but I think that guy over there might be touching himself while watching you," gesturing to balding, overweight man sitting in a corner booth who was suspiciously 'rearranging' himself under the table.
"Ugh! How disgusting. Men are such pigs," replied Diane.
"You won't hear any argument from me. I'm Vicky by the way."
"Hi, I'm Diane."
The women moved their stools closer to each other, and descended into easy conversation, as only women can do with strangers. Several G&T's later the girls could have been best friends, as Vicky carefully steered the conversation towards relationships.
"My boyfriend just dumped me," she said, stifling a quiet sob. "He said I'd changed. He was no longer 'sexually' attracted to me. He basically thought I was ugly..."
"Bastard!" hissed Diane. "Don't believe him Vic, you're gorgeous! Anyway who needs pricks like him? He clearly doesn't deserve you! You're better off without him. In fact, we should celebrate you being free from him! Champagne, my treat!"
The two women sat steadily drinking and giggling together until the bar's closing time. However, instead of going their own separate ways Vicky invited a somewhat reluctant Diane to her hotel room.
"It's just round the corner, and I really don't want to walk there by myself," begged Vicky. "There's a bottle of wine we could have!"
The promise of yet more alcohol swayed the indecisive Diane, so the girls walked back to Vicky's carefully prepared room arm in arm so as to hold each other up. Once in the room Vicky quickly plied Diane with yet more wine, while sitting next to her on the bed. Vicky steered conversation towards men, leading to both women roundly abusing the men in their lives for half an hour. Eventually they were both agreed: all men were dicks.
As a lull in conversation arose, Vicky judged the time was perfect. Without warning, she took Diane's hand in hers and put her wine glass down on the bedside table. Not letting go of her hand Vicky pushed Diane backwards onto the bed so that she was lying down. Leaning over Diane, Vicky slowly placed her lips on hers and kissed her lightly. Breaking the kiss Vicky looked down searchingly at clearly confused Diane.
"Please," whispered Vicky. "I need someone tonight. I want you. I need you. Let me have you..."
Saying this she leaned forward again, once again pressing her lips against Diane's. This time she felt Diane begin to kiss her back, so she slowly opened her mouth and snaked her tongue out searchingly. Diane seemed to melt into the kiss, as her tongue found Vicky's and hungrily began to twist around it. Vicky grabbed the back of Diane's head, and lifted it while still engaging in a serious tongue lock. Through gentle pushing, pulling and persuasion, Vicky positioned Diane so that she was sitting up on the bed with Vicky straddling her lap, legs wrapped around her. Slipping her arms around her neck, Vicky leaned in once more, taking Diane's mouth into hers. Passionately kissing, Vicky slowly maneuvered first Diane's jacket off, then slowly began to unbutton her blouse. With each button popping free, more of Diane's glorious tits were exposed. Her soft mounds of milky heaven were encased in a sea-blue prison of lace, desperate to be released. Throwing the blouse off, Vicky sucked Diane's lower lip into her mouth and bit it lightly as she unhooked the bra, finally letting Diane's tits fall free. These could only be described as tiny mountains of perfection; pert with small but pointy purple nipples.
Vicky pushed Diane back onto the bed, and locked her wrists in her hands, holding them above her head. Keeping Diane in this prone position Vicky started to trail kisses down her neck, leaving more than one nip on her path. Eventually Vicky found her way to the top of Diane's mounds, as she slowly lowered her mouth over the nipple. She felt Diane stiffen and she began to run circles around the nub with her tongue, occasionally very lightly nipping it. A moan escaped Diane as Vicky transferred her lips to Diane's other nipple, while keeping up the assault on the first with her fingers. After several minutes of nibbling Diane's nipples Vicky stood up and told her nervous lover to wait. She soon came back with the bucket of ice the wine had been sitting in. Placing a cube of ice in her mouth, she recommenced her assault Diane's nipple. A sharp cry of surprise escaped Diane, as the ice was firmly pressed down on her nipple. The discomfort of the cold was quickly replaced by the amazing warmth of Vicky's tongue, and immediate waves of intense please swept up Diane's body. This mixture of pleasure and slightest pain was repeated time and time again on each of Diane's nipples, driving her into a lustful frenzy.
