A BDSM story of revenge.
When I was in High School, I was a bit of a nerd. Although fit, I didn't participate in any team sports. The coaches were mostly asses, as were most of the players. School work came easy to me. I was far from a teacher's pet, but some classmates resented that I always got good grades and was at the top of my class.
The girl who really got into this the most (trying to fit in with the jerkoff jocks she hung with) was named Sue. A cheerleader. Fairly attractive, but not the brightest bulb. For some reason, I have long harbored resentment and fantasies of revenge on her, above everybody else. Maybe it was her two-faced approach, ostensibly nice to my face, but I often caught her making fun of me behind my back.
Fast forward 30 years. She friended me on Facebook for some reason (we were a fairly small class and a lot of us have friended each other.) So I have some insights into her life. Grown kids, divorced (not surprising, once a bitch always a bitch.) Dotes on her dog. Likes to occasionally hit the town and post selfies with a few of her friends.
Still reasonably attractive. Which works for my purposes. A lot thicker in the thighs, middle and face, but not flabby. Again, that extra cushion is not a problem for what I had in mind.
I don't normally do class reunions. I live 4 hours away, and have build a successful life and career away from my hometown (I mentioned I was a bit of a nerd, so it's no surprise to people who know me that I'm successful.) I was pretty sure that she was enough of a gold digger to ignore what she thought of me and how she treated me in school.
I went all out in how I presented myself. I'm in great shape for a guy my age, still have my own hair, run, bike and work out regularly. I wore a very classy Armani Suit. I already drive a high-end Mercedes, so it didn't take much work for me to look like someone who could be her golden ticket.
As luck would have it, she saw me drive up in my classy ride and get out of the car looking like the prosperous catch I am. As soon as I walked into the banquet hall, she gave me the biggest hug, crushing those still firm boobs into my chest. She was dressed well, a mid-length little black dress with a nice slit up to her lower thighs. A good bit of cleavage, and a strand of good looking but inexpensive pearls. Strappy high heels. Just like the slut I remember her as, on the prowl.
The night dragged on, making numbing small talk with classmates from long ago. I've kept in touch with a select group of my old High School class, but not many. Deliberately.
Sue kept coming over, flirting a bit, touching my arm, asking me if I wanted anything. I knew I had her. People started leaving after a couple of hours. Sue was hanging by my side, waiting for my move. I looked into her eyes, and asked "want to go somewhere a bit more private?" She couldn't say yes fast enough. She walked out on my arm, and asked "where are we going?" I told her I still had a small cabin on a lake just outside of town here that I used for the occasional get-away. "Perfect," she smiled.
We got to my cabin, which, while only 10 minutes away, is fairly isolated from neighbors and afforded pretty good privacy. We barely got inside the door when she turned to me, grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in for a deep, wet kiss.
I grabbed the remote and started the gas fireplace. Steering her to the couch, I sat her down and said I was going to go grab a bottle of wine so the party could continue. When I walked into the kitchen area, I turned around to watch her. I could see her looking around, thinking, wow, this place has some bucks into it. Which was true. If there was ever any doubt what a gold digger she was, she proved it then.
I came back in the room and popped the wine open and poured two glasses and handed her one. I sat down next to her, and she took a long sip of her wine. Now, since this is a revenge story, you might think that I slipped something into her drink. Not my style. Too dangerous, and I was not going to do anything nonconsensual here.
She moved closer to me on the couch, and the next thing I know she had put her drink down and was starting to run her hand up my leg. "A little bold, there, aren't you Suzie?"
"Sue" she said. "I don't like Suzie."
"No, I think it will be "Suzie" for now. Maybe if you're good you'll earn another pet name later." A puzzled look came over her face.
"Suzie, do you remember how you used to pick on me in school? Making fun of me?"
"No, I never. Well, some of the guys I hung with did, but we didn't really mean anything by it. Why are you bringing this up now?"
"Because, Suzie, I caught you many times mocking me behind my back. And it's payback time."
"I think I want to go. Take me back to my car."
"No, I don't think that would be wise, Suzie. How does your employer think you afforded that Lincoln Navigator you drive on your salary? Or those trips you like to take to party in Jamaica and Cancun and such?"
"What are you talking about? I work hard and save my money."
"Well, it turns out that I have a long-time lover who's a Forensic Accountant. Her name is Stephanie. You wouldn't like her. She's everything you're not. Smart, beautiful, kinky as all get out. Well, she did a little digging. I became curious when I saw all your posts about your new car, your trips. I was wondering how an accounting clerk, who gets no alimony, has a lot of credit card debt and no savings could afford all that. It seems our little Susie is quite the little embezzler. Stephanie stopped counting at about $ 235,000 over the last 5 years. Does that sound about right, Suzie?"
"No! That's all a lie. Besides, you can't prove anything"
"This file says otherwise. Detailed records of all of the small amounts you siphoned off, almost every day. I guess you weren't as clever as you thought you were" I said as I spread the papers out on the coffee table."
"Wha..wha.. what are you going to do?"
"Well, Suzsie, that is entirely up to you. Unlike in High School when you gave me no choice in whether I wanted to be made fun of or not, you have several choices."
Her eyes were filling up with tears, and there was a look of shock on her face. "Option 1. We do nothing more tonight. I drive you back to your car, and tomorrow this file goes to your employer and the State's Attorney."
"I can't. I can't face that."
"Then, Option 2: We spend the next few hours getting to know each other a little better. I have a series of 'choices' for you to make, and an activity we will engage in for each one. You may not like some of them. Then again, maybe you will. For each activity, you will be given two choices. If we start one of the choices you made, then change your mind, then you still have two more choices. We can either switch to the other activity, or you can opt out entirely. In which case we go to the original option 1: your little enterprise gets exposed."
