Things were going well for Brooke Davis. Her dream of becoming a fashion designer was slowly becoming a reality as she had finally got her website up and her clothes were selling like hot cakes. She was on track to graduate with not spectacular grades but enough to get her by. Best of all, she had the one person she'd always wanted as her lover and a little pet of their own. And not an animal, a girl. She and her girlfriend Peyton Sawyer were now the proud owners of Haley James Scott, a.k.a. tutor girl, a.k.a. the best lesbian fuck pet a girl could ask for.
Brooke beamed with pride and lust as she thought of her pet, submissive little Haley on her knees before her begging to eat her pussy or be fucked, the seemingly innocent girl now using all sorts of filthy words to describe what she wanted her mistresses to do to her and how exactly she wanted to worship them. Which of course made Brooke think of her girlfriend and all they had been through together to get to this point of blissful happiness.
There was only one problem, Brooke was still living with her frienemy Rachel Gatina. She didn't want to anymore...no, scratch that, she'd never wanted to live with Rachel. She had moved in with the redhead out of necessity and now she was only still living with her to keep the truth about her and Peyton, and Haley, from getting out. But in a couple of months they would be all graduating and then Brooke would move in with Peyton, and maybe their pet, and everything would be perfect.
As Brooke reached her 'home' for a night without Peyton or Haley she told herself to make the best of it. All things considered things between her and Rachel hadn't been that bad lately. It might even be fun to hang out with the bitchy redhead, especially if Rachel chose to walk around scantily clad as usual. She would never show it as it would inflate Rachel's massive ego but the truth was Brooke very much enjoyed that, the cheerleader captain having to use all her self restraint to not stare at that admittedly rocking body.
Sure enough Rachel was wearing a nice low cut top and kind of tight fitting pants which really showed off her assets, however it wasn't what immediately grabbed Brooke's attention when she entered the room she shared with the bitchy redhead. It was the fact that one of her many strap on dildos was sitting right there next to her, the toy positioned so that the shaft was pointing straight up in the air, Rachel no doubt positioning it like that to be as menacing as possible.
"Hey roomie, lookie what I found." Rachel smirked, casually putting down her magazine and picking up the sex toy, "Not that it was that well hidden, so I'm thinking you wanted me to find it."
"Don't flatter yourself." Brooke rolled her eyes, "Besides it was under my ugliest clothes, the ones my Dad bought me, and since there's no way you'd try and steal any of those I've got to think you were snooping through my stuff."
"First of all, those aren't your ugliest clothes. And secondly, you know me well enough by now to know I'm not big on privacy. At least not when it comes to other people. Besides, there should be no secrets between us. Especially since we're BFFs now." Rachel said with an evil smile.
"Since when?" Brooke scoffed.
"Since you started dating Peyton and turned Haley into your rug munching pet." Rachel said coolly, enjoying the look on Brooke's face as it momentarily faltered.
Rachel knowing about the strap on was one thing. Even if she showed it to everybody at school no one would believe she had found it in boy crazy Brooke Davis' stuff. Rachel knowing the truth about her relationship with Peyton, and worse Haley, was a different story. Worse still Brooke was totally giving it away by pausing.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Brooke said, failing to sound remotely convincing.
"Sure you do." Rachel said, getting off the bed and walking over to Brooke, "You and Peyton finally got together, bringing that whole irritating love triangle to it's proper conclusion. Then you realised you're just such a pussy craving slut that one girl just wasn't good enough for you, so you had to turn your precious little tutor girl into a muff muncher to try and satisfy you. And I've got to admit, you didn't do a bad job. That bitch is way more polite now. And really good with her tongue."
Again Brooke couldn't hide her surprise, or the fact that she was more than a little turned on, "You and Haley?"
"Yeah, I let that little dyke eat my pussy. Figured it'd be kind of a pity fuck, poor little thing seemed totally starving for cunt. But truth is, it was the best head I've had since, well ever. So I was thinking, since we're now both each other's only real friend, maybe we could make a mutually beneficial arrangement." Rachel offered, stepping into Brooke's personal space.
Immediately liking the sound of that Brooke grinned, "What did you have in mind?"
"It's real simple, come graduation I'm getting the hell out of this town and making something of my life. Till then, in exchange for keeping your secret and letting you still live here, you'll be my personal pussy licker." Rachel explained, before clarifying, "That means whenever I want my pussy licked, you come running. I don't care whether you're shopping, sleeping, fucking one of your dyke girlfriends, or even studying, you get down on your knees and lick my fucking cunt until I give you permission to stop."
"Sounds good to me." Brooke grinned even wider than before and stepped closer so the two girls were practically face to face, "As long as you return the favour."
