Miranda walked from the restroom hallway back into the noisy, smoke filled dance club. As she turned the corner she glanced to her left and came to a sudden stop, eyes wide. The table in the corner, where all the rich girls from the college had been sitting was now nearly empty. She recognized the only girl remaining, a tall, stunning blonde in a revealing black & silver outfit, as Pam, one of the schools leading upper class party girls. But what made Miranda stop so suddenly was Pam's behavior. She was sitting behind the table looking innocently out at the dance floor, but her right hand was beneath the table furtively rummaging through a bright red purse that obviously wasn't hers. Without really considering why, Miranda stepped back behind the corner as she felt through her own purse, retrieving her new phone. She leaned out around the corner and used the video function of the phone to zoom in and record the corner booth just as the statuesque blonde withdrew a handful of rumpled bills from the red clutch and quickly slid them into the black purse on her lap.
Miranda ducked back into the hallway and played back the short video clip. It was less than 30 seconds long but clearly showed Pam taking the money and hiding it in her purse. Miranda smiled as she tucked the phone back into her own purse. She wasn't sure yet how she was going to use it, but she thought it might be time for Miss High and Mighty to be put in her place.
She went back to the booth where her friends waited and continued the night's festivities – but she was running the possibilities through her mind. And later in the evening when she say one of Pam's friends start raising a fuss with the club's manager about someone stealing over $300 from her unattended purse, Miranda knew she had a real chance to bring Pam down off her high horse. When she saw her go up to the bar by herself Miranda quickly excused herself and followed after. She walked up to the bar where Pam leaned waiting for a drink, and without a word held her phone with the damning clip playing up in front of her face. Pam looked annoyed for a second till she realized what she was looking at, then shock and panic filled her face.
She snapped her head around to meet Miranda's eyes and stammered, "Why? What do you want? Who are you?"
Miranda smirked. Typical that she wouldn't remember any of the "little people" around her. She handed Pam a scrap of napkin with her address scribbled on it.
"Be at my apartment at 2 a.m. or I'm going to the police in the morning."
As she turned to leave she heard Pam protest, "Why? What? You just don't understand!", but she just kept walking.
She returned to her friends and a few minutes later saw a shaken Pam rejoin her friends. Miranda smiled and began to make her good-byes. She had some things to do before 2:00 rolled around.
When a knock sounded at her door shortly before 2 a.m. Miranda was just finishing the preparations for her plan. With one last look around she turned through the small foyer and opened the door. Pam stood there, as gorgeous as usual, but with some of her confident façade lacking.
"Well, I'm here. What do you want from me?" she said in a tone of forced cockiness that showed her true nervousness.
"Come on in," Miranda replied, ignoring the question. She turned and gestured for Pam to follow her. She had showered and changed out of her clubbing dress and was now wearing a modest midlength robe as she led the blonde into the living room. She sank into an overstuffed chair, leaving Pam to stand facing her. Before Miranda had even fully settled down with her feet propped up on the ottoman in front of her, Pam started talking.
"I don't know why I'm even here! That video wasn't what you thought it was – you just don't understand!" She glared down at the smaller brunette. "No one would believe it anyway – especially coming from the likes of you!"
Miranda reached over to the table beside her and took a drink from the wine glass there. She looked up at Pam's face, which had an expression showing both anger and worry.
"I think that they would believe it, especially after the trouble your friend made over her stolen money. What was her name again – was it Annie?" Pam nodded abruptly. "I think she'd know that I couldn't fake something like that. And somehow I don't think she'd be very understanding if she found out that you'd been stealing from her, do you?"
Miranda looked up at Pam and took another drink. Pam was becoming more and more agitated and she loved it – the farther she felt pushed the better the chance Miranda had of bringing her plan to completion.
"I don't know or even care why a spoiled rich girl like you would be stealing from her friends. But I can tell you the results – possible criminal charges and jail time, definitely some disciplinary action from the university, including being written up in your permanent record. And I'm sure that would be the end of that particular circle of friends." Miranda stared at Pam's nervously frowning face. "It might as well be the end of you at this school, I'd say."
"Fine. What do you expect me to do now?" Pam muttered. "You just don't understand..."
"And I don't want to," Miranda interrupted. "That means nothing to me. But after considering it I think there may be a way for you to get out of this without any problem."
Pam stared at her for a moment, and a smile began to form on her ripe lips. "Ohhh, I see. How much will it take to make that video disappear?" Her natural arrogance was beginning to come back and Miranda didn't want that.
"No money is going to get you out of this one," she replied. "No, your daddy's money isn't going to save you this time." She smiled as she saw Pam's sneer crumble into uncertainty and fear – that was much more to her liking.
"Have a seat and we'll talk about it."
The tall blonde turned towards the couch, but before she could take a seat Miranda lifted her feet and scooted the ottoman towards her.
"No, not the couch. Have a seat here, in front of me, so I can see you better."
Pam looked at her, arrogance now totally gone from her expression. She slowly smoothed her skirt and sat upright on the low stool. Her blue eyes never left Miranda's face as she clutched her purse on her knees. "What do you want from me?" she stammered.
Miranda sat up and reached for her wine glass, ignoring the question.
"Closer, move in so that we can talk face to face," she said softly.
Pam slowly slid the ottoman forward another foot so that there was only about four feet between them. Miranda finished her drink, sat down the glass and leaned back in her chair. She smiled at Pam for the first time.
"Better," she said. "Much better. Well, with your behavior being so bad I've already decided that the right thing to do is to turn you in. After all you are a criminal, right? So the first thing in the morning I'm going down to the police." She smiled at the wide-eyed shock and panic in Pam's eyes. "But after careful consideration I've decided that there is one thing you could do for me that might change my mind – and ONLY one thing."
"What is it? What? I'll do anything," Pam quickly replied.
"I'm glad that you said that," Miranda smiled back at her. From her position reclining deep in the armchair she smoothly lifted her legs and hooked her knees over the end of the arm. Her robe slid up, showing that she was naked underneath, and her bare pussy spread open, revealing her soft pink inner lips.
