*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
**Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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While Ashley was upstairs, in Room 215, attempting to void her quite empty bowels, Julian and Julianna Mataffa met at the downstairs soda machine. Julian bought a can of orange soda and a can of diet Seven-Up.
"Took you long enough," Julianna teased her brother.
"Uh huh. There's ice on the dresser and I put the two bottles on top of the fridge in there," Julian said as Julianna put the soda cans into her huge bag.
"The stuff worked?" Julianna asked as Julian pulled a small vial from his jeans pocket.
"The lysergic acid diethylamide? Like a charm," Julian smiled.
"Yes, nerd, I'm so impressed you know the formula. How'd you give it to her?" Julianna asked, smirking.
"Two drops under my foreskin," Julian smugly informed his twin and she mimicked vomiting. "Then when it looked like it was about to wear off? You know how I wash cans off? Put two drops right on the tab of her second can of beer. When she took a sip, it went right in."
"Genius," Julianna praised, taking the key card from her brother. "See you later."
"Uh huh," Julian agreed and got into his Toyota Prius. "Have fun."
Julianna felt her heart hammering as she climbed the steps. Three years of fantasy were about to come true for her; she just hoped Ashley St. Martin was still susceptible, amenable to their blackmail.
It had been almost too easy; just follow the arrogant, self-involved blonde beauty and wait for her to do something immoral or illegal. And Ashley did not disappoint. Everyone knew Shelly Cronaur was a pot-head. Shelly certainly had not run in the same circles as Ashley had, so it was no mystery why Ashley would drive from summer classes at Kimble Academy to Shelly's home.
Julianna had almost dropped her camera when she watched Ashley St. Martin put her head between Shelly's legs. Marijuana itself, although illegal in the state of Louisiana, really wasn't that big of a deal, until you remembered that Shelly's father was a police officer.
The lesbianism, however, would certainly upset Ashley's step-father and Ashley's mother. The lesbianism would also kick the pedestal from under Ashley St. Martin's feet.
Watching Ashley St. Martin bribing the dour Algebra teacher had been a stroke of luck. Julianna had been leaving the empty office of the Yearbook/newspaper committee when she saw Ashley waiting outside of the classroom. Julianna ducked back into the classroom and retrieved the digital camera, sure that something nefarious was taking place.
Letting Shelly know there was proof of her drug use, and threatening to show the evidence to her father had Shelly quickly turning on Ashley. Letting Mrs. Neidemeyer know there was evidence of her selling passing grades to students had the harried, unstable woman ready to kill Ashley. And Ashley herself had already alienated herself from her former drones and minions. Upon graduation, the Ashley St. Martin entourage had scattered like cockroaches when the light is suddenly turned on.
As Julianna stuck the key card into the lock of Room 215, she steeled herself for whatever may be waiting for her. Cautiously, she swung the door open.
Entering the room, Julianna saw that the bed was empty. The air was thick with a heavy, clinging odor. Julianna realized it was the smell of sex and gave the air a second sniff. She heard the running of water and nodded with satisfaction; Ashley was apparently taking a shower.
The television showed acts of anal sex and Julianna wrinkled her face in disgust. Grabbing the abandoned remote control, Julianna figured out how to access the menu and switched the feed to 'Lesbian.'
Julianna watched a brunette using a large double-headed dildo on herself. When she had half of the fat dong pushed into herself, the brunette turned and urged a red head with pneumatic breasts to lie down. The brunette pressed the head of the double-headed dong to the red head's crotch and forced the dildo into the red head.
Julianna stripped out of tee shirts and shorts. She kicked her flip flops into the closet next to Ashley's discarded clothing. Julianna took the time to hang Ashley's clothing on the flimsy clothes hangers the motel provided.
Pausing in front of the mirror, Julianna admired herself. She had floor length black hair that she'd pulled up into a ponytail knotted at the top of her head. Her almond eyes were dark pools on her round, golden brown face. Her nose was small; Julian had a bit of a Roman nose, a little too big for his handsome face. Her mouth had light brown and pouting lips that parted to reveal straight, white teeth.
"Better be straight; nineteen months of that damned shunt and those ugly braces," Julianna said, smiling at her reflection.
Julianna loved sweets, particularly chocolate. To compensate, she drank diet Seven-Up or diet Sprite, instead of the desired Coca-Cola. Her height of five four put her eye to eye with the beautiful blonde Ashley St. Martin. But Julianna had twenty extra pounds, giving her a thicker torso and thicker waist and thicker hips, and cursed thicker thighs than the beautiful cheerleader.
Julianna's chest was thirty four inches around. Her B sized breasts were cone shaped, with dark brown areolae dotting each cone. Her navel was a tunnel in her soft belly, her cursed, impossible to firm up belly.
Julianna looked at her plump pubic mound and admired the way it looked without hair. The mound was bisected by a deep furrow; Julianna could just make out the coral pink inner lips attempting to peek out. Her clitoris was a thick hub that protruded, proud and ready.
Turning, Julianna admired her full, fleshy buttocks. She reached back and gave her left buttock a hard slap and watched the flesh jiggle in the mirror.
Grabbing her huge bag, Julianna rummaged around and pulled out a can of orange soda and her diet Seven-Up.
"Be out in a minute," Ashley called out cheerfully when Julianna barged into the bathroom.
Julianna did not answer as she rinsed off the two cans in the sink. She then wiped each can dry with the thin hand towel.
"Oh! You got the soda?" Ashely asked, shutting off the taps.
Again, Julianna did not answer; just beat a hasty retreat from the bathroom. She grabbed the cups Julian had placed next to the ice bucket and twisted the cap off of the pint of Artigas Tequila. She'd had the Virgin Island Rum before and liked rum but decided to try the tequila and see if she'd like that as well, perhaps even better than diet Seven-Up and rum.
