And now...in this small bedroom...it was just the three of them.
Kelsie McCollum remained on her side on the bed. Her slender body was completely exposed, her blond hair cascading messily across her pale shoulders. She could still feel the hard shaft of the giant penis behind her as it pressed against the milky flesh of her slight but shapely bottom--the penis that belonged to Chris Weathers, her massive, muscular, beautiful, caring boy.
Above Kelsie, at the end of the bed, stood the cruel vixen who had chosen to turn Kelsie and Chris's budding affection into a twisted love triangle.
Who had engineered the vile scenario through which Kelsie had been made to watch as Kelsie's best friend had pumped Chris's seed into her waiting mouth.
Who had claimed Chris Weathers for herself, for no reason other than the financial promise that his future in professional football held.
Who had destroyed Kelsie, then callously discarded her, as if Kelsie was no more than a bug on her windshield.
Who had dashed Erika Lim's dreams of becoming a Predatorette, and then spread damaging lies about Jason Lim because he had dared to defend his twin sister on the front steps of Pi Pi Pi.
Who ran her sorority house and her dance team with authoritarian vanity.
Who tried to exercise that same power across the entire campus of Perion University.
Who--as she had stood above Kelsie and Chris in her tight black evening dress, commanded them to take off their clothes, made Kelsie lie on this bed, and ordered Chis to violate Kelsie's tight virgin ass with his giant dick--had exercised that same power right here, in this bedroom.
Or thought she had.
Until right now. Until this exact moment.
Until...in the silent wake of Jacqueline's Sullivan's departure...Kelsie's McCollum's innocent blue eyes drifted upward and met her tormentor's imperious jade gaze.
Cooper Deering was still futilely holding her cell phone to her ear...even though it was abundantly clear that, in the time since she had first lifted the phone and issued her nefarious command, she had not heard a single sound on the other end of the line.
Now, Kelsie witnessed the emotional transformation taking place within those gorgeous green eyes and across that perfect face...as Cooper slowly realized...that this petite, shy girl on the bed below her, this afterthought, this annoyance, this helpless naked object of her crushing revenge...
...Might somehow have the upper hand.
The old Kelsie McCollum, that unmoored small-town girl who had meekly arrived at Perion months ago, might still have withered here, on this bed, under the harsh glare of Deering's stressed fury.
But not this Kelsie McCollum.
This Kelsie McCollum didn't look away.
This Kelsie--as she felt the heat of her man's body, heard the sound of new footsteps coming up the stairs, and watched Cooper gradually drop both her arm and her jaw--didn't even blink.
This Kelsie took the time to savor the moment.
This Kelsie produced the faintest hint of a smile.
What was coming...that would be for all of them.
But these still seconds, right here...Kelsie claimed these as her own...
...Until, at last, the wispy blond shifted her attention to the new arrivals at the bedroom doorway.
Kelsie could see that Jason Lim--even in this, his moment of technological triumph--was clearly nervous in Cooper Deering's presence. The all-powerful Pi Shop Queen had taken so much from him, had punished him so brutally when he had dared to confront her: Jason still had difficulty looking directly at the stunning figure in the black dress.
It didn't matter.
Everyone here--perhaps even Cooper Deering--knew who controlled the room now.
Her short dark curls bobbed against the fabric of her blue sweats as she strode forward.
Her brown eyes fired with confidence, with triumph, with purpose.
With vengeance.
Alexia Ramos, grinning, pointed a tan finger down at Deering's phone.
"Oh no! What's the matter, Cooper?" Alexia inquired. "Is no one answering?"
"Cooper, why ever could that be? Goodness, I hope something hasn't happened to Tracey Harrington! I mean, I'm just taking a WILD GUESS here...but I assume that's who you were calling?"
Deering's face and body were both now completely frozen with shock: Alexia's curvy figure might as well have been approaching an open-mouthed mannequin.
"But...I don't understand!" Alexia proceeded with glee as she arrived in front of Deering.
"If Tracey's not answering, then...how is she going to poison...well, ME?"
"How is she going to slip E. coli into my dinner, and Kaykay's dinner, and our whole team's dinner, at our hotel?"
Alexia reached up her hand and patted the brunette temptress' mummified cheek.
"Hello? Cooper? Is anyone in there, you twisted fucking cunt?"
Still Deering could summon no reply.
"Oh my God, just look at your petrified ass!" Alexia laughed. "But I can still see it in your eyes, Cooper! I can see those gears turning in that cunt mind! You're trying so hard to work it out! It's fucking CRAZY, right? Like...how did I KNOW all of that?"
"Well," Alexia proceeded. "I mean, obviously, one possibility is that I learned it all JUST NOW."
"You know...from all of the cameras."
Alexia cheerfully began pointing to different spots in the room: the smoke alarm on the ceiling; the digital clock on the dresser; the thermostat on the wall. The more Alexia pointed, the more despondent Deering seemed to become--until, at last, she snapped from her paralysis, sprinted to the dresser, grabbed the clock, and threw it to the floor as hard as she could.
Alexia jumped backward as the device exploded below her...then doubled over with laughter.
"What was THAT?!" the curvaceous athlete howled. "Oh my God...Cooper...you dumb bitch...did you take a covered wagon to get here today? Do you think you can just destroy video like THAT? That video is all in the CLOUD now, stupid!"
Alexia glanced back toward Jason, who was looking down at the shattered clock with bemused surprise, and blew her awkward beau a kiss.
"That video is wherever my man WANTS it to be, Cooper," Alexia assured. "You should SEE what my man can do with technology..."
Deering was staring at the shards of plastic and metal strewn across the floor. Her face was red, her fists were balled and shaking with fury...but she was clearly out of moves.
"That's right, Cooper!" Alexia announced. "Congratulations! You're the supporting character in a nice little film that we just made!"
"I'd tell you that you're the STAR of the film...but, let's be honest..."
Alexia turned, beaming, toward her bestie and her bestie's musclebound sweetheart.
"...The STARS were THESE TWO!"
Alexia raised her arms and implored her friends with her tan fingers.
"Kels, please! Do it again! One more time, just for me!"
