Olivia fumed silently as she watched her father, James, with his new bride, Jane. Her father had been listless the last few years since her mother had died, allowing Olivia to live the life she wanted. Winter in St. Moritz. Vacations to Bora Bora whenever she felt the need for a beach. Clubbing on Ibiza and St. Barts.
Jane was threatening all of that. Jane, thought Olivia, was a bloody American who was a good Christian woman, who believed in hard work, in children who earned their own way in the world. Olivia was not about to do that. How she had ever met her father was still a mystery to her.
Worst of all, Jane had brought her own daughter from a prior marriage to the family. Laura was such a bore. No fashion sense, and so, utterly plain that it made Olivia feel as though she was becoming uglier just for being around the girl. Always reading on her kindle. Asking Olivia if she had any suggestions for going to grad school, even though she had only recently been accepted for her undergrad degree. Like why would I help her, thought Olivia, I got in on Daddy's name and stayed in because they knew his donations would end if I didn't get my MBA. The thought of her father sending this ... yank... made her stomach want to turn.
She had talked with her friend, Tabitha. Tabitha had been her special friend ever since her day partying at university. Tabitha had been mousey little red head who had been forced upon her as a flatmate by the college. When she discovered that the little ginger haired geek could actually perform spells, Olivia had made it her business to make sure that Tabitha was her girl. By the end of the year, Tabitha was her devoted slave. In the seven years since, Tabitha may have gotten her own job, her own apartment, and her own life, but whenever a text came from Olivia, she dropped everything for her Mistress Olivia.
Olivia wanted the problem taken care of without any traces of her fingerprints on it, so she instructed Tabitha to use a spell to deal with the problem. It wasn't the first Tabitha had tried magic to help her out. In fact it had become something of a habit. When her boyfriend, Ioan, dumped her for some Brazilian wannabe model towards the end of summer, she and Tabitha had cast a spell that made it hard for him to get... well... hard. She still giggled at the memory of that.
Tabitha had tried a spell, one which was supposed to make her father see all the flaws in Jane. But it had backfired. In fact, if anything, he idolized her to Olivia even more when she dropped in expecting to see discord at the family townhouse in London. Later that afternoon, when she dropped by Tabitha's flat, she was furious. After taking out her frustrations on Tabitha's ass with the crop she kept there, she sat down and worked through with Tabitha why the spell failed.
Sitting uncomfortably on her whipped ass, Tabitha explained that the only thing that could have prevented the spell from working was that her father really did love Jane. Olivia growled, "So you mean everything we would normally do to break them up, that would backfire and make them more in love like today?" Tabitha nodded.
"What about setting someone else up to tempt Daddy?" asked Olivia.
"What do you mean?" asked Tabitha, looking up at her.
"I mean, dear old Daddy was a regular old horn dog," said Olivia with contempt. "He cheated on mummy so often that mummy started leaving out a robe and heels for Daddy's bimbos in the guest house."
"Your dad had a type?"
"Oh my god does he have a type," laughed Olivia. "Blonde and boobsie. The more vapid and chav like the better."
"We could get someone, change them to look like your dad's preference,... but if he really does love Jane, he might not stray."
Olivia laughed. "Oh he will. An old leopard doesn't change his spots. And then love won't protect my stepbitch" She thought for a moment. "It will have to be someone who is around him all the time. Someone who, even if he isn't immediately ready to go to, will be too much of a temptation for dear old Daddy to resist for long."
"Who?" asked Tabitha.
"Laura," she said with relish, "of course."
Concocting the spell after that was relatively easy. The ingredients to make a bimbo with Daddy issues was easy enough. It just took balancing some things like blood of a bimbo - easy to get since Olivia knew so many party girls that getting a few drops was child's play, although it did mean having to go to a club favored by the chav crowd which she did not enjoy. The hard part was getting something of Laura's. In the end, she took some of Laura's hair from her brush the next time she visited Daddy and Jane. Rose essential oil and yerba santa were added to the brew by Tabitha. A day later, she presented Olivia with a small vial. "Get her to drink it, and the effects should start to show within a day."
The next day, Olivia sat through an interminable hour at a coffee shop with Laura. Laura showed up looking usual tragic self, thought Olivia. Her step sister had her hair in a loose, single ponytail that was all but concealed by the dark brown hoodie she wore. A pair of baggy jeans and Doc Martens completed the ensemble. She wondered what the potion would change her into? Right now it seemed like there was no hope for her with those boring brown eyes, pale complexion, and, judging from her what her hoodie was covering, small tits. Olivia listened, and watched as Laura drank her spiked latte, making sure that she drank the whole thing.
Laura felt a little funny that night after dinner. She laid down and fell asleep, her dream plagued with images that scared her. In her dreams she felt like a demon was stretching and changing her.
