Nicki always played the part of the queen, and when she was actually crowned queen on Prom night she became even more insufferable. That night she went home with her two best friends, Wenona and Jasmine, girls who loved to hang out with Nicki because she was outrageous and generally fun. They had ditched their boyfriends, thinking it was funny. They just wanted a girls night. It was going to be fun.
Wenona was a platinum-blonde with a mole above her lip and pert breasts. Jasmine was a redhead and had all the boys in school lusting after her perfect body; she was often compared to Lindsey Lohan. But it was the "queen," Nicki, who still garnered the bulk of the attention. While she was beautiful, blonde and tall and perhaps too muscular with an athletic build because of her obsessive gym workouts, it was her attitude that won her all the attention. She had a sassy, almost imperious manner, and she always seemed to be in control.
But Nicki had a secret that no one, not even her fellow seniors like Jasmine and Wenona, knew. In her fantasies she liked to dominate girls sexually. While it was certainly nice to have the attention of men, even much older men, she found it particularly exciting when a girl showed her a little gleam of submissiveness. Her belly trembled thinking about the look of helpless surrender in a girl's eye when she was dominated, the bowed head of a female before the bigger, stronger Nicki. She was eighteen years old and as she grew older she felt herself more frustrated and excited by the idea of teasing and dominating another girl. She thought long and hard about her sexy friends, but she could not bring herself to do it. The whole idea was too strange and she was afraid that they would make fun of her if it went bad somehow, and then she would lose her grip on her popularity. What if it got out around the school the kind of dirty thoughts she had? Still, it did not stop her from thinking about Jasmine's supple eighteen-year-old body with the large beautiful breasts, her dazzling smile and freckled cheeks--an innocent face that seemed to cry out for defilement. But no matter how drunk Nicki got she could not do it. And as for Wenona, she was very sexy too, and the oldest of the bunch being almost nineteen. But, no, it was hopeless. She had known her friends too long; it would cause too many headaches. For months now, Nicki's erotic thoughts had turned to other girls. Ultimately, on a night when she should have been with Brent as his crew, she decided to put her nasty thoughts into action.
If one could not have one's way when one was Queen, then when could one?
Nicki's grades were never good, and sometimes she envied others for their abilities to get good marks. One girl in particular would make her jealous, and that girl was Janie. She was someone she had known since grade school and they had a history of being friends, and then enemies, and then cool acquaintances. Janie was also an eighteen-year-old senior and about to graduate with honors. Nicki enjoyed her superiority over others, but it was hard to make Janie see that. It was on this night, on this glorious night when she was crowned queen, that she would make Janie see.
They went back to Nicki's house, where her parents and younger brother were gone at their cabin in the mountains. Nicki had asked them to do so, and she got her way even in her own family. Nicki started to drink with Jasmine and Wenona, the three girls giggling in the front parlor and tossing back and forth Nicki's plastic tiara.
"Oh, your majesty!" Jasmine yelled, tossing the tiara.
"You throw like a girl!" Wenona said.
Nicki laughed, but she was clearly distracted. She kept looking out to the street, where she kept the door open. The other girls assumed she was waiting for the other popular kids to start showing up. But it was nearly midnight and still no one came.
"Are we going to have a party or not?" Jasmine said.
"Yeah. This is getting lame..."
"Just wait a minute."
Sure enough, after a minute, Janie appeared on the street, walking with her books in her arms. Nicki hurried to the door.
"Janie! Hey, come over here!"
Janie was startled. She knew who it was immediately, having lived just three doors down from the Bakers and for many years passing their house on the way to school. But it was surprising the "Queen" herself was actually deigning to address her. Maybe she was maturing. Or maybe she just had a question. It was certainly odd.
Janie was not beautiful, though she certainly could be described as cute. She had long auburn hair tied in a ponytail and pretty green eyes. She generally hid her nubile body under baggy, drab clothing, and tonight was no exception.
"What?"
"Come here."
Janie went up to the porch. There Nicki stood, the newly crowned prom queen, wearing a mere peasant's outfit of sweatshirt and jeans. Janie looked confused.
"What do you want."
"I wanted to ask you something..." Nicki smiled. It had been a while since she had been up close and personal with her old friend. Janie was becoming rather cute, even sexy. It was too bad she didn't do more with her hair, or clothes. "I was wondering if you could help me with a problem..."
"Hey, who are you talking to?"
Jasmine poked out her head.
"What, is that Janie Briggs?"
"Bring her in!"
The girls were tipsy, and giggling. Over Janie's protestations, she was pulled inside. Replacing her books with a mixed drink (which Janie sipped at and then made a face, garnering more giggles from the others), the girls sat Janie down on the couch. Jasmine and Wenona sat on either side of her. Janie was flushed, not used to this kind of attention. She took another sip from the drink. Nicki, still standing, smiled at her former friend.
"How have you been?"
"We're not really bitches," Wenona put in. "You know?"
Janie nodded, uncomfortable. She down the drink. "Well, anyway, I should go, you guys. My parents are waiting..."
"What were you doing all night? We didn't see you at the dance."
"I wasn't there, no..."
"What!"
"No, I... I..."
Janie was embarrassed. She had a number of boys ask her, but she simply wasn't interested. The whole thing was painfully bourgeois to her. But she didn't know how to explain it to Nicki and her airhead friends. Did they even know what bourgeois meant?
"You didn't go?"
"No. I... I just didn't. But I should go..."
"Wait, wait." Nicki stood before Janie, a wicked smile growing on her face. "I know what you were up to tonight!"
"I was studying..."
"Yeah, studying. Weren't you at Kaoru's house?"
"Yes, but..."
"Ah ha!"
"What?"
"Who's Kaoru?"
Nicki smiled again. Kaoru was the new Japanese exchange student. Eighteen-years-old, she was very cute, with sensuous curved lips and a long neck and nice breasts. It was the kind of thing that Nicki noticed.
"She's Janie's li'l study buddy. Isn't she, Janie?"
"Yes. I mean, she's..."
"Don't try to hide it," Nicki said. "We know what's going on. You guys were doing more than studying. Weren't you?"
"Ohmygod," Wenona said, the implication finally dawning on her. "Are they dykes, or something?"
Nicki nodded.
Janie shook her head. "No. No, we're not! How can you say that we...?"
"Oh yeah? Then how about we call her and prove it?"
"What?"
