Author's note: This is a story based on Pretty Little Liars and takes place during Series 5, at which point all the characters are 18 or over.
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"Hello loser."
Hearing those horribly familiar words combined with the horrifying sight of Alison DeLaurentis sitting on the bed of her motel room had Mona Vanderwaal stopping dead in her tracks, the momentary relief she felt from going 'home' forgotten in the blink of an eye.
Of course this wasn't her home, that would have been bad enough, but this was her home away from home. Her HQ, rebuilt to its former glory after the police tour it down. Fortunately she had copies of all the pictures. Unfortunately her nemesis had now seen them, and all she could do now was damage control.
Of course Mona wouldn't give Alison the satisfaction of seeing her sweat, so she closed the door and locked it before plastering on a smile and as sweetly as possible declaring, "Alison, how nice to see you-"
"Are you A?" Alison interrupted bluntly.
Mona gritted her teeth, "No, I was, and then you stole it from me."
"No I didn't, and I'm not sure I believe you." Alison said.
"Well then we're at a stalemate." Mona said dismissively.
"Not anymore." Alison said, getting off the bed and beginning to slowly advance on her rival, "I have pictures of this entire room, which is just like your last one, and when I show them to the police, along with you in this cute little black hoodie-"
"That wasn't-" Mona tried to interrupt.
"I don't care!" Alison said forcefully, "I don't care if you're A or not, you're a pain in my ass. One I'm tired of dealing with, and all I have to do is send these pictures to the cops and those incompetent morons will toss your ass back in the loony-bin where you belong. Maybe even jail."
"Go ahead." Mona challenged, "You know all that's circumstantial evidence at best, and the worst I'll get is some therapy."
"Maybe." Alison conceded, "But how will our mutual friends see it? How will your precious Hanna? You remember Hanna don't you, the one with no idea you have an extra special shrine in your closet devoted especially to her, because you're so in love with her."
"Leave Hanna out of this!" Mona spat.
"Oh sweetie, Hanna has been part of this since the start and you know it." Alison pointed out, before confessing, "But no one has to know about your little back slide into crazy town. All you have to do is cooperate."
"Cooperate?" Mona parroted.
Alison nodded, "Turn around."
There was a long staring match between the two 18-year-olds, and then Mona raised an eyebrow and slowly turned her back to Alison. She had no idea what the bitch was planning, and wouldn't have done this if it wasn't for the full-length mirror near enough to her that she could see behind her, but she had to admit she was intrigued. Mona then got an incredible shock as Alison lowered her gaze, bit her lip and then took a step forward and gently grabbed two handfuls of the brunette's butt, Mona letting out a surprised gasp as her sworn enemy began squeezing and fondling her cheeks.
"Cute." Alison murmured just before she reached out to grab Mona's ass.
"What?" Mona murmured, her eyes wide as her ass cheeks were squeezed by the high school bully.
"Do you remember Jenna?" Alison said conversationally as she first grabbed Mona's butt, "She was such a pain when she first got here, but now she's secretly my most loyal ally. Do you know why? It's because I found a way to put her in her place. To make her my bitch. To stop her being a pain in my ass, by becoming a pain in hers."
As Alison smiled with smug satisfaction Mona stammered, "What are you talking about?"
"Anal. Butt sex. Taking my strap-on and shoving it up your ass." Alison clarified, "You know, just like you like to do to women. Like Hanna's Mom. I have pictures of that too, I don't think you want Hanna to see those, do you?"
Going very pale Mona weakly accused, "You're bluffing."
"Am I?" Alison grinned, before leaning into whisper, "You know, I'll never admit this, but I think the problem with us is we're too alike. Well, you're mostly a knockoff of me, but the important part is we're two tops battling for dominance. Imagine how much we could get along if you accept you're the weaker model and start bending over for me."
For who knows how long Mona just stood there weighing her options, and then in a weak voice demanded, "Delete the photos."
"After." Alison promised, trying not to smirk as she held up her phone and added, "I'll delete all the photos from my phone if you give me your ass."
"Bitch." Mona grumbled, ignoring Ali's giggle as she began to strip, starting with her shirt and ending with the tightfitting skirt and panties she was wearing, quickly turning when she was half naked to state firmly, "You can do whatever you want to my ass, but I'm not eating your nasty pussy."