Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the characters are well over eighteen years of age.
I neither judge nor condone any of the heinous actions detailed in this chapter of MEAN GIRLS of MAPLEWOOD. That being said, I appreciate all comments on this story good and bad. Feedback feeds this tale of GIRLS GONE WILD and I would love to continue hearing from my audience.
The room was shrouded in complete darkness with no detail, even minutely visible as the door opened revealing a shapely silhouette. The lights were turned on with the flick of a partially damaged switch illuminating Leslie as she cautiously stepped inside the room followed by April. She walked at a half step, almost like she were walking the gallows while April watched taking it all in, enjoying every luscious curve on display. There was a noticeable crimson tint to her usual pale skin as she flushed thinking about what was going to happen. Leslie was almost a head taller than her, but the demented blonde miscreant was charges up with power. Leslie stopped folding her arms under her bosom facing April's disheveled bed with its wealth of blankets and elevated height from an added mattress. She still felt there was a chance Red would appear from a closet or something to murder her, but there was nothing she could do about it now. April slid her satchel bag from her shoulder hanging it on the back of the door. She would disassemble it later so that her recent internet related shenanigans wouldn't be discovered. The chubby misfit measured her steps walking around a silent Leslie to the edge of her bed where she yanked all of the sheets and blankets to the floor. She still had the ends of the bedding in her fists as she cranked her head in Leslie's direction finding the stunning brunette visibly horrified. Both girls stared at one another knowing why they were there.
April continued staring even when Leslie had to avert her eyes out of mounting, prevalent fear. Some part of her psyche was screaming for her to pounce upon the shorter girl. Leslie wanted to beat her to death, but found that once she was alone with April, things were not what she'd expected. There was something evil and raw radiating from her short, chubby form that gave the cheerleader pause. She retched a bit under the gaze of her nemesis as April took notice, nostrils flaring from lust. There was an expectancy about her that dictated what was going to happen next as Leslie slowly stripped off her warmup jacket fumbling with the garment at her elbows before stripping it free of her body. She was alarmed when April motioned for the jacket, gingerly taking it from her folding it under her arm. The buxom brunette took her time stepping out of her gym shoes noticing April wanted them as well. Leslie straightened her back as a field of goosebumps appeared on her arms and chest while April waited. The dark pools of mascara around her eyes seemed infinitely darker contrasting with her light blue eyes and almost burgundy hued lipstick. The makeup made April look like a witch, a far cry from the girl she'd bullied along with Red some months ago. It was almost like they were too entirely different beings as she stood there cradling herself like she was cold or something.
April continued staring hard at the beautiful teen soaking up her fear as the girl looked downward into her own deep cleavage. The hard tan lines were higher that the ill-fitting sports bra covering her large breasts. Leslie's hands dipped down hooking thumbs into the elastic waistband of her workout leggings pulling the stretchy material outward before carefully drawing them down her shapely thighs. She kept her eyes cast downward looking at her own progress working one leg free at a time before glancing up at April. She found her progress being aped as the chunky blonde discarded the dress she'd stolen from her mother's closet. Leslie found herself staring at the miscreant blonde's own massive chest which dwarfed her own, before slipping out of her sports bra. There was a healthy, rubbery jiggle to the dueling sets of breasts, both ironically covered in numerous hickies for similar reasons. Both girls shadowed one another, sliding out of their panties, but April took the time to toss aside a concealed drywall knife she'd been hiding on her person. Leslie's heart skipped a beat knowing how close she'd come to being cut by the shorter, stout blonde.
"Th-This what you wanted; to see me naked, huh?"
April didn't say anything noticeably licking her lips at the sight of Leslie fully nude. She'd orchestrated her downfall constantly chattering in Red's ear running the auburn beauty's best friend down until things had come to a head culminating with what she believed was Leslie's mass deflowering. She'd chaffed at the thinly veiled disgust from the co-captain of the cheerleading squad regarding her "relationship" with Red which resulted in a fast mounting sense of self-loathing until she was unable to take it anymore. Before she knew it, she was focusing more and more on the stunningly beautiful brunette wanting to bring her down to ground level almost as much as she wanted Red's respect. With Leslie around she'd never get what she wanted. Her crystal blue eyes roamed all over the flawless body in front of her looking for any flaw and finding none. April took a cautious step backward opening the drawer on her vanity table removing a small photo she'd printed from her computer. She never took her eyes off Leslie as she put the photo on the end of the bed where she could see it.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!!" Leslie found herself looking at a tiny photo of a prolapsed anus, thinking the worst.
"Brad Tucker; I thought you liked my work?"
"Why're you showing me this sick shit?" Her heart thumped in her chest as April tossed out three other matching tiny photos for her to view. Each of the photos was progressively worse as Leslie cupped a hand over her mouth in disgust.
"They always say they're going to kill you, scream and cry when you're doing it; but you just hold on, reaming their backdoor until it turns into a pussy. You see, the trick is to get them to cum with their ass, Leslie. Until that happens, they're not yours; you know what I'm talking about. We, me and you; we're the same."
"I'm nothing like you."
"We're all alone here bitch; don't lie to me when you fucked yourself with Red because you couldn't keep your hands off Humbert. You went back and lied about Red to blackmail him into letting you into his ass a second time."
"She told you that?"
"Melissa told me everything, Leslie; what'd it feel like cheating him out of his ass a second time, huh?"
"I-I don't want to talk about that; WHY DO YOU WANNA KNOW?!!"
"I already told you, we're the same; I just wanted to know if you BROKE Humbert when you took him that second time? It's been on my mind lately and I need to know, bitch. You know, he's had surgery to correct the damage you did to his shitter. Must have left quite an impression, right Leslie?" April studied her face noticing the slight signs of emotion as her bottom lips quivered while the corners of her eyes began to glisten with approaching tears.
"Please."
"You're a rapist just like me, bitch; now you wanna sit here in front of me lying to yourself and God. You LOVED IT, right Leslie? Loved the feeling of taking him against his will even though you cheated your way into it, huh? I'm a little more honest and I've made sure all of them are honest, too. You see, you gotta keep working to get at the fucking prostrate until you turn it into mush. It's fucking awesome making guys ejaculate with their assholes, right?" Leslie felt like running from the room unconsciously turning towards the door.
"You-you're sick, crazy as fuck."
"So you're gonna pretend like you're just a girl when you've done the same thing bitch? You're not a monster too, Leslie? It's just us here together, my mother works nights and if you're worried about Red; she's handcuffed to a bed down at county general. Come on bitch; tell me what it felt like raping Humbert's boy pussy that second time?"
"No."
