Identity Games
It had taken Lyanna nearly three months to track down the woman who had been ruining her life. Now, sitting in the sauna at the Green Tree Resort, sweat beading the forehead of the candy skull on her pale white thigh, she thought back on the events that had brought her here. She couldn't help but smile.
"Sorry, Miss. Your card has been declined." The bellboy had obviously been disappointed to bring Lyanna the news; he had been eyeing her since she had walked through the front door.
"That can't be right," she said, tipping her sunglasses down, flashing her caramel eyes at the young man; The card, she knew, was fine, but it never hurt to turn on the charm. "Could you check again?"
"I really am sorry, Miss. I tried running it three times but it just won't take. Maybe you have another card?"
She rested her chest on the desk, pulling out the big guns early. "I don't. But maybe you can figure something out for me?" He had almost caved. But then his chunky boss walked in and even she couldn't melt that ice queen's heart.
From there, a few inquiries to the right people revealed that someone had gotten ahold of her credit card information. Not only that, but had actually managed to fool her bank into thinking that she
was
Lyanna.
"Blue hair, tattoos, all of it..." the teller said with a clumsy look at her cleavage. By this point, Lyanna had lost any patience she had. She snapped her fingers in the man's face making him look her in the eyes.
"You're telling me that some woman actually came in here without the proper identification and you just gave her the information she asked for? What the hell would make you do that?" But she knew, of course. The teller was a young man just like the bellboy and for lack of a better phrase, things came easy with little boys like that. With a flip of her hair, a pout, and a deep breath she could have anything she wanted. And now some 'single white female' was using it to mess up her life.
After searching on Facebook, Tender, and even Fetlife, she had managed to track down a woman that did actually look like her; local, blue hair, tattoos, and...to be honest, gorgeous. Looking over her profile, Lyanna felt as if she were actually looking at some strange reflection of herself. Had it not been for the baby blue eyes, she might have mistaken the girl for herself at a glance.
She realized she had been biting her lip while staring at the girl. She tasted blood.
And now here she was, waiting for the bitch to visit the sauna as she had the last three weeks on Lyanna's dime. This would be the last time, of course. No one made a fool out of her. No one. She sat back, poured some water on the hot stones and breathed in the steam. She had wrapped her hair in a towel so she could get the drop on the bitch; one look at her hair and who knows what would have happened. No...this had to be done carefully.
"Mind if I join?"
Lyanna's eyes flew open.
There she was; pale, busty, and beautiful. Her tattoos peeked over the towel she had wrapped around her magnificent figure and Lyanna noted that her ink was almost parallel to hers. This girl truly was her doppelganger. The thought of throttling her brought a smile to Lyanna's lips.
"Be my guest." Lyanna said, indicating the bench on the opposite wall.
The girl moved with such grace that Lyanna found herself staring at the shifting curves beneath the thin towel. She wondered what the girl was hiding under there.
Oh, but you know
she thought.
You know exactly what she looks like under there. You've seen it all before. And you love it.
"Come here often?" The girl said.
"Not as often as I used to." Lyanna said.
"Shame, you look far more interesting than the other women here."
"Oh, I am." Lyanna's heart was beating harder now. How long could she wait before she clawed this bimbo's--
That makes you a bimbo.
--eyes out?
"Truth is, I used to work here," the girl said.
"Really?" Lyanna said, taken aback. "I never noticed you before."
The girl smiled. She was rubbing her calf muscle, revealing a tattoo of a bird wrapped around her ankle--a phoenix. It was fresh.
"I've changed a lot over the last three months. No one recognizes me here," the girl said. "I hardly recognize myself."
"Really? And how did that happen?"
The girl looked up at her. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Of course."
"I came into some money."
"Really?"
And there it was. The little bitch had admitted it. Lyanna couldn't decide whether to go for the girl's eyes or her large tits first. She clenched her fists into tight balls by her sides.
"Yes," the girl continued. "I found this woman's wallet on the floor in the locker room, wrote her info down and put it back where I found it. After that it only took a bit of detective work--thank god for facebook--and I was in."
"But you did more than that, didn't you?" Lyanna couldn't play dumb any longer. "You didn't just take her money. You wanted to look like her."
Lyanna watched the girl to see if she what she would do now. Maybe she would run. Maybe she would try to attack Lyanna. Or maybe she would just deny it. All of this would have made more sense than what the girl did next.
She smiled, unwrapped the towel, and let it fall to the bench.
Her body was perfect. From her large, full breasts down to her tight stomach and even lower to her bright blue mound every inch was just as creamy and desirable as her own. Most of the tattoos on her body showed signs of freshness except for the half sleeve on her right arm--a My Little Pony theme-- and a little skull and crossbones on her abdomen.
Then the girl winked.
"Do you like it, Lyanna?"
"You fucking--"
"I did it for you. I knew it would take something like this to get you to finally respect me."
"Who the hell are you?" Lyanna asked.
"Don't worry," the girl said. " I put an out of order sign on the door before I came in. We have plenty of time for you to figure that out."
Lyanna stood up, ripping the towel off of her head letting her long blue hair spill out around her neck in wet curls. She noticed, much to her surprise, a wetness sliding down her thighs as well.
You always liked watching yourself in the mirror, didn't you?
"You stole from me, you fucking bitch."
"And you treated me like shit for three years." The girl said. "You threw your towels at me, tripped me, belittled me...you ignored me. But I know you can't ignore this."
She clasped her breasts in her hands and pressed them up to her chin. Lyanna felt rage begin to take over. The bitch was making fun of her.
