Melissa glanced to her side as she pulled onto her street. Jessica was completely silent and still, like a statue as she stared out of the window with her head resting on her palm.
What am I doing? Melissa's grip on the steering wheel relaxed slightly as she felt a weight settle itself upon her chest. She was second only to Kyodai-Hime at school with a circle of sycophants eager to fulfil her every whim, her family was loving and her grades were above average. There was nothing missing from her life. Nothing except for the princess.
Melissa had staked a claim on the ruler-to-be the second it was announced that she would be attending school. No one dared make a move until Melissa had taken her shot. And that she had. Her knuckles turned white around the wheel as the memories surged.
Things had been going perfectly for the first two weeks. Kyodai-Hime had been so amazed by everything and more than eager to have a guide, a role which Melissa graciously filled. Melissa then moved in for the kill, so to speak.
"Good afternoon, Kyodai-Hime," Melissa had greeted her princess at lunch and sat by her side. Others were all seated there, but kept their distance for fear of Melissa's wrath.
"Good afternoon, Melissa," Kyodai-Hime had been her smiling self just like always. Warm and charming and incorrigibly sexy. Even Melissa, who had been with dozens of partners at that point, was practically smitten with the future ruler.
And still was, she reminded herself in the present.
Their conversation had gone naturally while Melissa scooted in ever so slightly closer with every passing moment. She gave a look to the others, who all quickly made themselves scarce. That was her chance.
"Kyodai-Hime," she had begun, confident as she always was, "Have you got a girlfriend yet?" The princess had chuckled at the query.
"No, Melissa. And I don't want one," Kyodai-Hime faced Melissa and stared her in the eye, "Certainly not someone like you, Melissa."
"I beg your pardon?" Melissa recoiled. She blinked and blinked, as if that would clear her hearing.
"I've heard a lot of things about you. I don't want a girlfriend, Melissa, and I definitely don't want to be a toy," Kyodai had lost her smile. If anything, she had looked sad, like she pitied Melissa.
"Hello, Kyodai-Hime," a chipper voice had said from behind the princess. Melissa looked up and saw a futa she knew from middle school, one whom she had effectively reduced to a sex toy for a brief while. The futa had appeared not to have recovered the last time Melissa had met her. But she was smiling, beaming even, as she gazed upon the princess.
"Afternoon, Kylie," Kyodai-Hime turned away from Melissa who sat, frozen, with her lunch partially eaten and her mind reeling with a single question.
What did I do wrong?
"M-Melissa?"
Melissa jumped in her seat as reality settled in around her.
"What?" She snapped. Anger and indignation burned in her veins, poisoning her voice. She whipped her head around to face her passenger, half expecting to see Kyodai-Hime sat beside her. Jessica's brow was furrowed worriedly, despite the detest lingering in her eyes. Melissa relaxed her expression and exhaled heavily. There's no reason to be angry, she reasoned, "Get out." Melissa popped her door open, as did Jessica. She locked the car and lead the way into her house.
It was a Victorian style, two story structure refurbished time and time again to keep up-to-date. It almost faded into the neighbourhood of similar households with their cool, white paintjobs mingled with the sky blue trimmings to create an appearance Jess wouldn't associate with the manipulative, bombshell walking ahead of her.
Jess slowly followed Melissa, keeping her face as neutral as possible while she worked to figure out why the blonde had snapped. Even in the short time since meeting her, Jess never would have expected Melissa to lose control of her emotions.
"My family's out on a hike today, so we've got the place to ourselves," Melissa explained as she unlocked the oak door. Jess glanced around the area. No one was outside and she could see only a few cars in driveways. Large trees lined the street, overshadowing the sidewalks just like the ideal suburbia. A clear opening to run, Jess thought and glanced to the open door, where the blonde teen kicked off her shoes. Jess took a step towards freedom, but stopped dead in her tracks.
What if I can turn this around? The thought crept into her mind like a snake and sank its fangs into her psyche. Venom coursed through her head in the form of images and desires she'd never had before. She could see Melissa on her knees, begging with a puppy-dog expression. Then she saw herself standing before the blonde, naked and erect. Jess physically shook her head, yet the visions refused to so much as loosen. Even if she could turn it around, Melissa still had that phone.
And that was all she had. Jess's eyes widened. She licked her lips and glanced toward the house; Melissa was preoccupied with arranging her shoes, bent over with her wide ass presented. Jess felt her desire throb behind her skirt and looked away with a familiar burn in her cheeks. She must've hesitated for too long as Melissa stood and turned.
"What're you waiting for, Jessica? Hurry up and get inside." Jess lowered her head and trudged indoors. Melissa closed the door behind her, "Well, here we are. No need to give you a tour. My toys belong in my room after all. Come on," Melissa led the way down her foyer to her stairs. Jess followed several steps behind, trying to distract herself with the surroundings.
Melissa's house was a far cry from Kyo's, however the same could be said about every home on the planet. Jess glanced into the living room. It was spacious, with a large, double couch at its centre, a massive TV hung over a faux fireplace and a coffee table atop a fine rug. The floorboards looked like teak. She didn't see the kitchen clearly, but it looked equally as large. There was a closed door at the end of the hall.
The walls were painted a welcoming brown with lighter toned trimmings. Several pictures hung on hooks. Jess paused halfway up the stairs as an image caught her eye. It was of a little girl with thick, blonde curls and a bright, frilly dress. Her visage was completed by a 100-watt smile. Jess took a step further up and saw another of the same girl, this time with a sour expression as someone off-camera held a toy in front of her. The person was clearly teasing her with it.
Jess couldn't resist a giggle and spoke, "That's Melissa?"
Melissa heard her name and twisted around to face Jess. The blonde's cheeks tinted red as she realised what her captive was staring at. She clambered down the stairs and grabbed Jess by the wrist.
"I said, 'come on'," Melissa growled and pulled.
"Shut up," Jess grumbled and tugged her hand back. For a moment, silence hung between the two. The stairs creaked as Jess shifted her weight on her feet, her eyes focused on the steps, as her heart pounded so fast that it felt like it would crack her ribs. She knew Melissa would retaliate any minute, viciously at that. Why did I say that? Jess fretted silently.
"Get moving," Melissa snarled and resumed her ascent. Each of her steps were heavy and seemed to echo in Jess's ears, who gulped then followed, but not before taking a final glance at the two photos; one of the sweet little girl with everything she wanted, and the other a scorned child with hatred burning in her eyes, "Hurry up!" Melissa snapped from the top. Jess rushed up the remaining stairs and came to a stop just in front of the blonde.
Melissa opened the first door on her left and walked inside. She raised a finger and beckoned Jess inside without looking in her direction.
"Shut the door." Melissa ordered. Jess complied, before leaning against the barrier between her and escape. She saw Melissa's shoulders rise and fall heavily.
"Melissa?" Jess squeaked. Part of her was concerned as her adversary's breaths came fast and heavy, while the other thought this to be a chance to flee. Both fell silent as Melissa took one final breath and turned to face Jess.
"Did I tell you to speak?" Jess shook her head meekly, "No. So, be a good toy and stay quiet. If you're good," Melissa's lips tilted and her gaze darkened, "Maybe I'll even let you moan a little."
Like you could stop me, Jess replied in her head. At least, she thought she'd kept it quiet. Melissa's expression said otherwise as she strode over, came to a stop directly in front of Jess and glowered down at her, then brought a hand up to squeeze Jess's cheeks, scrunching up her face. Jess kept her eyes to the side, however she could feel the blonde's glare bore into her skull like a freshly fired bullet in slow motion.
"Say one more word and the deal's off, got it?"
Jess nodded mutely. Perspiration beaded across her forehead and her heart pounded so loud in her ears -- she was certain Melissa could hear it -- while her lungs struggled to work. This was humiliating. She could handle being overlooked by everyone, maybe mocked for her short stature on occasion, but being here, helpless in front of this bully, it was worse than anything she'd experienced. Even when she'd grown an erection in class was less tortuous. Even yesterday's detention couldn't compare.
At least there she was able to turn it around with some false bravado. Jess's heartbeat calmed marginally as her mind worked and recalled her own threats. Would they work here? She glanced at Melissa, whose glare hadn't weakened in the slightest, nor had her grip, and felt her brief surge in confidence implode. There was no way she could stand up to this girl.
Not without Kyo there.
Melissa waited several moments before blinking and slacking her grip. She forced her practised smile back to her face and stepped away, assured that Jessica wouldn't speak out of turn again. Her body thrummed with desire, so much so that it was a struggle to maintain her appearance. Just the thought of what Jess could be packing sent a thrill down her spine, straight to the core of her lust. Control yourself, Melissa reminded herself and took another deep breath.
"Strip," she commanded and sat on her bed. She saw Jessica's eyes widen and her hands clench nervously. Melissa almost laughed, but restrained herself, "You deaf? I said, 'strip'." Jessica only bit her lip and glanced about fretfully. She's kind of cute like this, Melissa thought and stood.
"I swear, you're hopeless," Melissa grumbled and strode over with long, confident strides until she once again came to a stop in front of Jessica. She placed a hand against her door and leaned forward, her face coming inches away from Jessica's, as she brushed her fingers along the trapped girl's thigh, "Just this once, I'm going to help you. But you'd be better be prepared for next time."
Jess inhaled without thought. Her eyes went wide as she felt her lips part. Fear seized her being. She was going speak out of line again. Melissa wasn't one to make idle threats. Jess knew that from hearing the rumours about her.
"You gonna sing The Lion Queen now?" Jess snarked. Melissa reared back, her own eyes a mirror of Jess's as they widened. Jess couldn't restrain her grin or the sense of jubilation at breaking Melissa's confidence, if only for a second. However, that second was enough to plant separate ideas into both of their minds. Jess straightened her back slightly and stared squarely into Melissa's eyes, as the blonde unconsciously shrank away at the sudden upset to her plan.
"That's the way you want it? Fine," Melissa pulled out her phone, "Last chance, Jessica. Remember, one tap and everyone will know," she grinned cockily and poised her thumb over the touchscreen. This isn't a problem, Melissa assured herself, it's good that she's fighting, otherwise it's no fun. Despite her thoughts, her other hand clenched and her fingers dug into her jeans.
Jess flinched at the threat and her confidence faded just as quickly as it had risen. She'll do it, I know she will. Her lips parted to apologise and her knees quivered under her weight.
She won't do it. Her voice -- yet also not hers -- filtered through her thoughts.
Yes, she will. Jess asserted, eyes wide in fear. Before 'her' voice could return to say otherwise, she bowed her head.
