Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Florence Pugh or Zendaya or Sydney Sweeney or Maude Apatow or Alexa Demie or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Beyonce spent the rest of the day thinking exactly how she was going to get back at those Euphoria girls. Arguably, she shouldn't have spent so long, but she was angry, and she didn't want to give them the chance to make the next move against her. No. She was determined. The next move should be hers.
But what should it be? Go straight after Alexa Demie, arguably the biggest threat? Or punish Tessa and/or Zendaya? And really, at this point, could she really afford to underestimate the likes of Maude Apatow or even Sydney Sweeney, when they had proven themselves to be effective tops, at least when within a group? And for once, it felt like the wrong move could have disastrous consequences.
Ultimately, as much as she wanted to try and top them all right from the beginning, she decided it was best if she went for a more subtle approach. So, she called up one of her all time favourite white bitches, and a new addition to her collection, to have them meet her at her hotel room. She then contacted the Euphoria girls, letting them know that she had a deal for them.
Unsurprisingly, they were quick to reply, even if they had to reschedule, because Sydney couldn't make it. Oh, the life of a hot new actress, Beyonce thought. Which only made her even more confident with her choice. And indeed, she was deeply anticipating their next meet up, which both felt like it took too long, and felt like it took no time at all.
When finally the time arrived, and there was a knocking at her door, Beyonce turned to one of her new favourite bitches, and ordered, "Well, answer the door, ho."
Florence Pugh bowed her head in response, and then quickly replied, "Yes, my Black Mistress."
Before Florence could make it to the door, it swung open, revealing Alexa, who grinned happily in greeting, "Hey there, cutie. Mmmmmmm, aren't you a tasty treat?"
Despite her best efforts Florence preened, and then stammered in greeting, "H, hi?"
"Awww, sweetie, there's no need to be shy." Maude chuckled, quickly following Alexa into the room, "We don't bite."
"Speak for yourself." Alexa quipped, before grinning, "Mmmmmmm, and I'm guessing you're the kind of girl that likes that shit. Am I right? Yeahhhhhhh, mmmmmmm, I can tell."
"And she's not guessing." Sydney clarified, as she was the third one to enter the room, "Our girl Zendaya was only too happy to tell us all about you, and the other Marvel sluts. Ooooooooooh, which reminds me, I really got to join the MCU. It totally sounds worth it, just for the private all girl parties, ha ha ha ha, mmmmmmmmm yeah."
"It really is." Zendaya confirmed, being the last to enter, and quick to lock the door behind them, "Trust me, I know."
"Also, you'd look amazing in those tight fitting costumes." Alexa grinned wickedly.
"Thanks, babe." Sydney beamed.
"No need to be modest, you know it's true." Alexa pointed out.
"Who's being modest?" Sydney raised an eyebrow, "Do you hear me disagreeing?"
"Where's Scarlett?" Maude questioned loudly announced, trying to get them back on track.
There was a brief silence, where the majority of the Euphoria girls finally took note of their surroundings, at which point they were left feeling disappointed, especially Alexa, who even turned to Beyonce and whined, "Really, bitch? You wanna play it like that? Really? Awww, and after we were so nice to you before. Mmmmmmmm, and your girl, Tessa."
"She's doing good, BTW." Sydney grinned, "Mmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhh, we're taking real good care of her. Especially my girl Alexa. Oooooooooh fuck yes, she's the best."
"Yeah, I don't care about Tessa." Beyonce said dismissively, before clarifying, "Not anymore. I gave her a chance, and she blew it. Big time. Turn her into the biggest anal whore in Hollywood for all I care. I'm moving on to bigger and better things. Like you, Sydney, mmmmmmmm, and your giant white titties. And that fat white booty. Which will be both mine."
"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Alexa scoffed.
"I just made that clear, dumb ass." Beyonce quipped, "I really shouldn't have to clarified that."
"I know, right? Mmmmmmmmm, my girlfriend's the hottest bitch around." Alexa said proudly, before her brain caught up with her, "Hey! I'm not a dumb ass. You're the dumb ass."
"I agree." Maude said dryly, "Meeting us without Scarlett? Or at least, more back-up? Not smart, Queen B. Not smart at all."
"Hey, you were the one that re-scheduled." Beyonce pointed out, "I just neglected to mention that there was a re-scheduling conflict on my end."
"Or, you just didn't want to risk one of your favourite bitches?" Sydney offered.
"Yeahhhhhhhh, it's definitely more that." Alexa agreed, "I can see the fear in her eyes."
"Mistress Beyonce fears nothing." Florence protested, sounding appalled.