Ellie's voice suddenly changed to a combination of southern drawl and Cajun accents. "You may not recognize this email address, but you better recognize it will be in your best interest to read it, slut! Or your life is going to take a massive turn for the worse," Ellie began.
"Wow, Brook doesn't start out slow, does she? Not one to mince words. She gets right down to business with her threats," Ellie commented in her normal voice before resuming.
"We've never got along since the first day we met. I just chalked that up to your being a cunt and hating the idea that a younger, prettier, and overall sexier woman took Roger away from you. Actually, I didn't take him. He ran to me and away from you. He wanted a real woman he could be proud to call his." Ellie read.
"I tried to act gracious whenever Justin and Harper came to visit their daddy. Roger and I weren't even married yet, but I treated those kids just like I would my own kin. I was even friendly to you the first time we met, but all you did was scowl. Oh, I saw you try to hide it and make nice and then you told the kids to call if they needed to come home early with that nasty little side glance at me. That was the first time I saw you for the bitch you were."
Ellie paused to laugh, "Friendly, my ass! Beth took me along for that first trade-off. Brook's goodwill was as fake as a losing politician's. The woman was positively gloating! Oh yeah, right in front of us she gave those kids big warm hugs and pulled them one at a time into her big titties as she welcomed them to 'her' home. Her home, my ass! She was just shacking up with Roger at the time. They didn't get married until a year later."
Ellie resumed her reading, "You never darkened my door again. Instead, you sent one or both of your slave girls to drop the kids off and be there to collect them when Roger and I returned them to your place. Roger just shrugged it off, but I knew the score. You were intimidated by a younger, fresher woman. I was only twenty-seven then and in my prime. I'm still in my prime. My pussy is still tight as it ever was. From what I know now, yours has to be stretched out and floppy, like any worn-out whore."
"You know I treated Justin and Harper well. They didn't say it out loud, but I know you asked them questions about how they were treated when with me. Little sneaky ways of asking, too. Like did you have a good time? Did you eat well? Like I was going to treat my man's kids like trash and not feed them the very best, just like I feed Roger. But did you ever give me credit for being a good stepmom? Hell, no!"
"You refused to darken my door, never once coming to my house even when Roger invited you for holidays. You even refused to attend the barbecue birthday parties I hosted for them each year. I wondered what kind of callous, hateful bitch would do that to her own children."
"Now I realize you were acting out because of your total insecurity. You were intimidated by a superior woman and have been all this time. I'm prettier, have a better body, bigger tits, and I'm in better shape. Most women are in awe of women like me. They want to be like me. I'm a hotter, sexier woman than most, but I am nice to everyone, even those not as blessed as myself. Which made your open disrespect hurt even more."
"The icing on the cake was how you treated Roger and me when the kids graduated high school last year. I know you remember that. All those families gathered in the convention center. But would her majesty think to sit with the father and stepmom of her kids? Fuck no! When the graduates walked across the stage the families jumped up and cheered and made a big ruckus to let their kid know how proud they were. There we were, Roger and I standing and yelling on one side, and a hundred feet away were you three, Mom and her two slaves. You have to know people came up to me later to ask me about it. It was embarrassing. Others had extended families with stepmoms and stepdads, and they buried the hatchet for at least the hour or so it took for the ceremony, but not Miss Bethany Edwards."
"Some even thought it was me being the bitch and not wanting to sit next to you, the successful businesswoman, knowing one of Roger's businesses had just failed. I could see the disbelief in their eyes when I denied it."
Beth interrupted Ellie to explain, "Roger got wind of an opportunity and decided to get into the restaurant business. He did not do his research that it is a tough business with narrow profit margins and a quarter of them fail in the first year. You need to have the resources to weather the tough times. But when Roger was offered what he thought was a great deal on two restaurants, he jumped on it. It was not a bad decision in itself as both were keeping the doors open, and that was building his equity, but he was not making enough to put away cash reserves. The big draw for one of his places was the lunch trade from the mall across the lot. Then the mall suddenly closed due to structural damage after a hurricane and had to have massive reconstruction. The parking lot on that side was occupied by maintenance vehicles and building material. Foot traffic dwindled and the restaurant could not take the loss of business; Roger could not shore it up with the marginal profits of his second place. He lost his ass."
Ellie snickered. "It didn't help your relationship when you bought both businesses for less than the value of the buildings themselves. You kept the more successful restaurant running like it was. Then you converted the other place into an office building. You made enough selling the equipment to pay for the renovation. It's a real estate office on one side and a cell phone outlet on the other now."
"I only covered half the renovation costs with the sale of the equipment." Beth countered with a grin. "I knew a guy who was setting up a restaurant up I-49 and needed to equip the place. I gave Roger a fair price, considering. He got out from under it before he went totally bankrupt with a little money to try something else. I know it kicked him in the nuts to get bailed out by his ex. Well, halfway bailed out."
"Yeah, I heard you tell him you could wait until the bank foreclosed on both buildings and pick them up for pennies on the dollar, OR he could sell them to you and walk away with something. Nobody else wanted the businesses. It was your offer or bankruptcy. You had him by the balls, and you have to know if that bothered him, it made Brook livid. Well, that success may have contributed to this." Ellie pointed to the laptop and Beth's proud smile vanished as she dropped her eyes and nodded.
Ellie looked back at the monitor and continued to read aloud. "With the kids going away to school in Baton Rouge, I have not had to deal with you or either of your slave girls for almost a year now. Your little ploy to give Harper and Justin each a car last summer so they could drive back and forth between our homes and school was a low thing to do. It made Roger and me look cheap but I think the kids understood the circumstances. When I see them next, I'll explain how you were just compensating for your feelings of inadequacy."
"And yes, that is what you have felt all this time, isn't it? Inadequate. Not woman enough to keep her man happy. And when he traded up, you went into a tailspin. I just recently found out just how much it bugged you that Roger turned to me, first for companionship as a lover, and then as a wife."
"Yes, I heard all about how you ranted about ex-cheerleaders getting ahead because of their talents on their backs or their knees. You even talked all about the airheaded bimbo with the big tits your ex married. How her tits were getting bigger and her ass was getting too fat to do those backflips and splits she used to do. You stopped just short of actually naming me. I bet you have come to regret that drunken tirade you made almost three years ago. Well, I intend to make you regret it even more."
"You are probably wondering how I came to discover your fall from grace when you were taken to task that weekend. You see, one of those two women who stripped you and beat your ass into submission was on the same high school cheerleading squad as my cousin, Serena. You may not remember her among all the women who have used you since, but I'm sure you will recall her when you reunite and she shoves your face into her pussy. Serena was introduced to a little submissive slut who despised and insulted ex-cheerleaders and was given the chance to take the submissive bitch down a few notches and teach her to respect her betters. Serena, being bi, jumped at the opportunity and claimed a pair of the slut's panties as a trophy afterwards. She told me how much she enjoyed her sessions humiliating the slut and making her regret her attitude, how listening to her bawl as she squirmed over her lap with a blistered ass was music to her ears."
"According to Serena, the slut took her lessons to heart and became a submissive toy for any woman who knew the score and which buttons to push. Dominant women would introduce her to one another and pass the cunt around for the others to enjoy. The slut claimed she hated it but was too much of a wimp to ever stand up and refuse. Imagine my surprise and utter joy to find out that slut was none other than YOU."
"Serena moved back to Baton Rouge, where we grew up, but comes over on occasion to visit friends. Last week she stopped by to tell me about a contest to see who could be the first to take down a perverted tramp who decided she didn't want to give it up to her betters anymore. The cunt had decided to renege on her promise to perform whenever called upon. The bitch needed to taken to task, and the first to take her down would be rewarded."
"I have to admit, I found the whole situation ludicrous. I could not believe any woman could be that needy and submissive, so lacking in self-respect she'd become a willing, if reluctant, sex toy. Then she showed me the panties the slut gave her as a trophy of her conquest, and I almost peed myself with excitement. To find out the slutty cunt who gave up her ass to any superior woman was my own husband's ex-wife thrilled me to no end."
"It's too bad I did not know about this a few years ago. We'd have settled our differences long ago with your face between my legs apologizing tearfully for your disrespect. You'd have been swallowing Roger's cum once again, but this time, secondhand from my pussy. I'd have kept your butt sore and red as you atoned for every slight, every insult, you ever imagined sending my way."
"I'd have taught you how to show proper respect to a superior woman. But we can make up for our lost opportunity."
