Chapter 1
Veronica Lodge quickly exited the black Mercedes that pulled up just outside her parent's Park Avenue penthouse apartment.
She looked around her, taking in the familiar buildings of the Upper East Side, and shivered, despite the black fur coat around her, at the cold late December air.
It had been months since she'd been home.
A senior in high school, Veronica had foregone the New York City prep school route of most of her peers, opting instead to attend boarding school in Switzerland. It certainly had a glamorous ring to it, and she had told her parents it was all for the experience of living in a foreign country, but the real reason was the desire to get away from Reggie.
Reginald Lodge, her twin brother, and designated successor to the vast wealth and might of Lodge Industries.
Veronica was only too aware of Reggie's failings, and the fact that he'd be handed the keys to their family's real estate kingdom stirred something of a rage in her. It was much preferable to be far away while their father, Hiram, attempted to teach him again and again about the ins and outs of a business Veronica understood in her sleep.
She tugged the pearls around her neck, a gift from her parents. She hated to admit it, but she only did it when she was nervous. And she was nervous now, if only for the fact that she hated how her parents used the holidays to parade Reggie's accomplishments, no matter how small, while she was forced to play the role of good, sweet daughter.
This Christmas would probably be no different, but at least she was given more attention by assorted friends and relatives now that she was no longer in the country for most of the year.
"Ms. Lodge," Andre, her family's trusted chauffeur, said, interrupting her thoughts. "Would you care to go in?"
Veronica turned toward him, making sure any apprehension was drained from her face. "Of course," she said with a signature smirk. "Get the bags."
The elevator doors opened and Veronica was immediately enveloped by the cream and black décor her mother Hermione loved.
She smiled. It was, on some level, good to be back in her kingdom.
"Mija!" her mother cried, upon seeing her, kissing her warmly upon both cheeks.
"Hello Mother," she said, letting her handbag fall from her shoulders and taking in the rest of the apartment.
As Andre began carrying her bags up the staircase to her room, failing in his task to make little noise, her father made his entrance, appearing out of his office.
"Veronica," he said with a similar smirk to hers. "Welcome home."
"Daddy," she said, throwing herself into his arms. While she absolutely adored her father, she also knew it never hurt to play daddy's little girl. "How are you?"
Hiram began to regale her with stories of the office, with Hermione adding in details about the holiday plans and parties. She became so absorbed listening to them that she almost didn't notice the sounds of heels trotting down the stairs.
"Hey twerp," Reggie said, from behind her. Veronica immediately frowned.
"Reginald," her father said in a warning tone.
But before Veronica could get in an icy reply, she noticed a blonde standing behind Reggie. The girl wore jeans and a pale pink sweater, her hair up in a rigid ponytail. To Veronica, she looked almost entirely out of place in their fancy apartment.
"And who's this?" she asked, the condescension noticeable in her tone.
"My girlfriend," Reggie replied, placing an arm possessively around the girl.
"Betty Cooper," she said, extending her hand to Veronica, as if she were on some job interview, Veronica thought, for, no doubt, an internship involving children's literacy. Veronica took her hand, but barely.
"Betty's staying with us for the holidays," Hermione informed her. "Her parents will be out of town, so Reggie generously invited her to stay with us."
Reggie grinned at her, as Veronica's face fell. She didn't like random guests. And she definitely didn't like having Reggie's girlfriends around.
"Speaking of," Hermione added, "I really must get back to planning the New Year's party we're hosting."
"Well, then, we'll leave you kids to get acquainted," Hiram added, hustling back to his office.
Her parents gone, Veronica took the time to really glance at Betty. She was obviously beautiful, but that was no surprise. As if Reggie would ever deign to date someone unattractive. But what she did notice was how innocent the girl looked. As far as she knew, Reggie's type was basically slutty. This was something of a departure for him. The ponytail, pale skin, and sparkly green eyes just oozed virginal. Veronica was alternately aroused and repulsed by it. Normally, she hated goody-two-shoes, but even she had to admit that Betty gave off an aura of sweetness that was somewhat irresistible. It didn't help that the girl's skin had been delicately soft, the little bit of it she touched.
Still, it was always fun to take Reggie down a notch.
"Where'd you find this one? A Forever 21 catalog," she sneered.
"Personally, I prefer H&M," Betty immediately quipped back.
If Veronica was taken aback, she didn't show it. The girl was feisty. She liked that. And she didn't seem intimidated by her like most girls were. So that was kind of sexy.
Veronica kinked up her eyebrow, as if to give a mysterious sign of approval. "I'm going to go rest before dinner. See you kids later," she said, parroting her father's language.
"Later loser," Reggie called after her. Veronica rolled her eyes. His language was so remedial. She wondered what Betty saw in him.
At dinner, after their housekeeper Greta had served each of them, began the questions.
Veronica was not how her parents had waited this long to grill Betty, but she had a feeling they wanted her there. It was widely known she had impeccable taste, and could get snobby when she wanted to. She was sure her parents were relying on her approval as much as their own. After all, Reggie was the golden boy. Whoever he dated reflected on their family.
"So, Betty," Hiram asked. "What is it your parents do?"
"Oh, they're in publishing. They own several magazines." She named a few.
"And how did you and Reggie meet?" Hermione chimed in.
"Mom," Reggie interrupted, "I told you all this. Betty also goes to Spence. She transferred last year. Her parents moved back to New York from LA."
"What sort of extracurriculars are you involved in," Hiram asked, again taking control of the conversation.
"I'm the head of The Blue and Gold, sir," Betty answered pleasantly. "The school newspaper. I also write for the literary magazine. And I'm the student government secretary."
Veronica wanted to roll her eyes. How on earth had Reggie gotten a nerd, even a popular one, to fall for him? The only thing in the world he understood was basketball.
"That's impressive," Hermione said, without her usual hint of sarcasm.
The questions continued on, but it was clear her parents had no major issues. Betty seemed like the quintessential girl next door, if the next door was the adjacent building's own penthouse. She was classy and smart. Despite her sickly sweet pastel wardrobe, even Veronica had to admit she wasn't half-bad company. At least having her there meant hearing less about Reggie's limited accomplishments.
The truth was, though, that something about this girl put her ill at ease. She was too perfect. And that made Veronica want to make her decidedly less so. An image of Betty, naked, her blonde hair falling messily, and begging Veronica to make her come swept through her mind. The bit of arousal she'd felt earlier hit her in full force as she watched Betty charm her parents, Reggie looking on like a devoted puppy. She wanted to absolutely destroy the girlfriend. In the best way possible.
Veronica left the table horny and frustrated.
The fantasies of twisting Betty like a ragdoll in different positions and fucking her senseless had absorbed her throughout the rest of dinner, and she was now dripping wet.
Veronica didn't like to qualify her sexuality. She simply liked beautiful things, so why limit yourself to boys or girls. And Betty was certainly beautiful. Veronica shuddered as she once again thought of teasing her hands up the blonde's long, sexy legs.
Her dabbles in lesbianism had started at school. After all, there was certainly no lack of girls at a girls' boarding school.
Hoping for a release, Veronica promptly dialed up her roommate and sometimes fuck buddy Cheryl.
Cheryl Blossom, the heiress to a massive maple syrup business, lived in upstate New York. But she was always ready to come down to the city to party with Veronica. Hanging out with her was fun, and the sex was always fiery.
"Hey V," the sassy redhead answered.
"What are you wearing?" Veronica asked in a sultry tone.
Cheryl giggled. "What would you do if I told you nothing?"
Veronica growled. "Come down to the city. My bed misses you." There was no point in playing coy. They were friends, but they were also not shy about using each other for their sexual needs.
"Sorry V. Toni's in town," Cheryl replied, somewhat apologetically.
Veronica sighed. Toni Topaz, Cheryl's hot, older, on-and-off girlfriend, from the wrong side of the tracks. Veronica could see the appeal. She was happy for her friend, knowing how decidedly not over the relationship Cheryl was. But that still left her in the lurch.
"Have fun, C. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she signed off.
Who did that leave her with?
There was always family friend Nick St. Clair. He worshipped Veronica and would never turn her down. But she was definitely not in the mood to deal with a male ego and a boy who thought he was better with his hands than he ever actually would be.
She supposed she could always try to fuck Andre, but he had already made it clear the few drunken times she'd attempted to get him in bed that there was no way he was messing with the boss's daughter, no matter the attraction.
Veronica sighed again. She needed relief, tonight. Luckily for her, any Park Avenue princess could easily get into a club where there'd be dozens of beautiful people waiting, like her, for a good screw.
Just as she was preparing to go soak herself in the tub before her night out, Reggie barged in, an embarrassed Betty in tow.
"Hey Sis. Did I tell you how great it is to have you home?"
Veronica was no fool. "What do you want," she asked warily.
"Well," Reggie said, slowly getting to the point. "Nick wants to do a poker night with the guys. And I want to go, but I don't really want to leave Betty alone, so do you think, maybe, you could hang out with her. Pretty please."
Great, Veronica thought to herself, exactly what I need right now. Nick's poker nights went literally all night, and often into the next morning. Having to be around Betty that whole time might kill her.
"I'm going out tonight," Veronica huffed, but she knew exactly what Reggie would say next.
"Take her with you," he said with puppy-dog eyes.
"Fine, whatever." She didn't have the energy to argue. Let Betty watch her find another hot girl to fuck. Maybe it would make her jealous.
As they exited the car outside of one of Veronica's favorite clubs, she turned to Betty and made it clear. "I hope you know that I fully intend on getting blackout drunk and finding the sexiest person in this club to take me home."
Betty didn't even flinch. "Okay, I can be a good wing-woman if you want."
Veronica hid the fact that she was impressed with this response and ushered Betty in past the bouncers and waiting crowd straight to the bar. She ordered a round of tequila shots, barely stopping to clink her glass against Betty's before downing two.
The alcohol gave her laser focus. She finally drank in Betty's appearance, having successfully avoided really looking at her since they left the penthouse, and felt her knees buckle.
Why did she have to be so gorgeous?
Gone was the pastel and ponytail. Her hair was falling like a blonde wave around her face. Her green eyes shining in the minimal light. And then there was the tight, short navy dress that showed off her stunning legs and also allowed Veronica to catch a glimpse of some delicious cleavage.
Fuck, Veronica thought to herself. At least, she noticed, Betty seemed to be also checking her out. She seemed transfixed by the contrast of the whiteness of her pearls against her sexy all-black outfit. That is until Veronica smirked in her direction and Betty sat up ramrod straight, as if she'd just been caught doing something naughty.
"Hey, wanna dance?" Betty asked, the shots clearly helping her to lose some inhibition.
Veronica agreed and the two scampered off to the dance floor. Veronica kept her eye on Betty as she began to move to the fast-paced beat. She was riveting. Her hips swayed just so and she closed her eyes as if transported. Veronica couldn't look away.
After a few minutes of watching, Veronica let herself move in, brushing up against the taller girl from the front.
Betty smiled at her and hung her arms loosely around Veronica's hips as they continued to grind against each other. Veronica could practically feel the dripping in her panties.
Fuck. It. Veronica was decided. She was going to have Betty tonight.
Returning home in the early hours of morning, Veronica decided the best plan of attack was to seduce. But not right away.
She said goodnight to Betty outside the guest bedroom. (Of course, her parents would never let Betty stay in Reggie's room, plus why waste an opportunity to show off more of your luxurious home.)
Once in her room, she touched up her hair and makeup, and made sure she had on the exact bra and underwear she wanted. Black, yes. Betty seemed to like that color on her.
After waiting a few more minutes, she tiptoed down the hall to the guest room, thankful her parent's and Reggie's rooms were on the other side of the apartment's second story.
She knocked softly and heard Betty's soft "come in."
Veronica pushed open the door, pleased to see Betty was still dressed in the navy dress. She couldn't wait to take her out of it.
"Hey," Veronica said, putting on her seductive voice. It had never failed her before.
"Hi," Betty responded, looking equally excited and nervous to see her.
"Did you have fun with me tonight?" Veronica asked, walking closer to the girl, as if circling her prey. She could swear she saw Betty shivering.
"I liked dancing with you," she added as she reached her destination two feet from Betty.
"I did too," Betty whispered.
Veronica cocked her head at the taller girl. "Why are you with Reggie?" she asked, running her fingernails against Betty's arm as she did so.
"I…" Betty stammered. "I…he's nice and cute."
"I think you could do so much better," Veronica whispered in her ear conspiratorially. She left a kiss on the lobe for good measure.
At this, Betty definitely shuddered.
Veronica smiled up at her now. "Is he good in bed? I've always wondered."
"Veronica, I…I don't really…think…"
"Because, I want you to know that I am. Although I'd much rather show you."
A whimper escaped Betty's lips.
"Betty," Veronica asked carefully, coming even closer. "Do you want me to kiss you?"
Betty bit her lip, a worried look in her eye. But she didn't say no. That was all Veronica needed.
She guided Betty's head down to her own, taking in the sweet taste of her kiss, as Betty, all too eagerly it seemed to Veronica, kissed her back.
God, the girl tasted like fucking strawberries and cream. So pure.
They made out like that for a few minutes, standing up, Veronica running her hands over Betty's sides and hips, getting a feel for her body. Her curves were incredible and her skin delectably soft.
At one point, she moved her lips to Betty's neck, kissing it roughly, and Betty moaned and shook against her.
Veronica smiled, and guided her down to the bed, brushing her hands down her sides, before straddling her. She ground her center into Betty's and Betty moaned again. Veronica felt like she was dying from the sound.
Their breasts brushed against each other as Veronica leaned in and kissed her again. She teased her tongue into Betty's mouth, and Betty responded, their tongues massaging each other gently at first, and then more aggressively. Veronica lifted her hand to Betty's hair and ran her fingers through the strands on the back of her head as she kissed her harder. God, it felt good. Kissing Betty was so sweet, but still so sexy. Veronica had never experienced such an irresistible combination.
Her thoughts from earlier returning to her, Veronica knew she wanted to get this girl naked. And soon.
She moved her hands down to the hem of Betty's dress, caressing her thighs, running slow circles over them. She slowly started to lift the fabric up, pausing as her fingers came into contact with the fabric of Betty's underwear. Veronica looked down and noticed they were white lace. She felt herself get even wetter. God, she hoped Betty's bra matched.
She let her body crawl down Betty's, and with two hands began to lift the dress above Betty's head. To Veronica's delight, the bra did indeed match. And there was Betty, a blonde goddess in virginal white, looking vulnerable and totally aroused before her.
Digging her fingers into Betty's ass, Veronica wasted no time in getting her lips on the new areas of skin. She kissed up Betty's stomach, loving the way the girl was writhing underneath her. She kissed the tops of her breasts, her hands wandering to the back to take off her bra, now certainly unnecessary.
"You're so fucking gorgeous. You know that, right?" Veronica asked her, staring down at the beautiful breasts hanging loose before her.
Betty just blushed in return, which fueled Veronica further.
She latched her mouth onto Betty's nipple and sucked hard, grinding into Betty as she did. Betty moaned. "Oh my God, Veronica," she called out. "That feels so good."
Veronica worked her magic over the girl's other nipple, pleased at the sounds of Betty's hungry little whimpers. She smiled and moved up to catch Betty's lips again. This time, Betty became more aggressive, her hands rubbing all over Veronica's back and ass, squeezing it just so. Veronica liked that and ground her lower body into her again as reward.
Veronica began to kiss down Betty's body, stopping as she reached her pelvis. She smirked at the large wet spot soaking up Betty's underwear. It was definitely time to get those off. She wasted no time pulling the girl's panties down, her fingers tickling Betty's long legs as she went.
And then there was Betty in all her naked glory.
"Your pussy is so wet for me, isn't it, baby girl?"
Betty could only nod, her face betraying all of her desire to be taken by Veronica.
"Let's feel."
Veronica danced her fingers over the inside of Betty's thighs, feeling the heat escaping from Betty. She dragged her forefinger to the spot she wanted, running around the border of Betty's center. She continued to tease the blonde, loving the way her lower body moved hoping for Veronica's finger to accidentally slip in. As if Veronica would let that happen.
"Beg me," Veronica demanded.
"Please Veronica," Betty managed to get out, her head lolling into the mattress.
"Please what," she said, as her other hand cupped Betty's left breast and squeezed.
"Please touch me."
"Touch you where?" Veronica replied, her fingers poised.
"Please touch my pussy."
She was immediately inside Betty, two fingers pushing into the girl's gorgeous pink center. She curved the tips of her fingers as Betty whimpered, and caressed the inside of her. After a few minutes of moving in and out, her fingers hitting every sensitive spot, and Betty breathing and writing heavily beneath her, she began to circle Betty's clit with her thumb. Betty let out a series of loud moans, as Veronica rubbed the nub slowly at first and then faster. God, Veronica loved how vocal she was.
"Yes, Ronnie, yes, yes, yes," Betty practically screamed, the nickname falling easily from her lips.
Veronica rubbed her clit even harder excited to watch Betty fall apart.
"Oh my God," Betty was babbling. "Oh my God, Ronnie." Veronica could see Betty's body shaking, the sweat glistening over it. She pulled her fingers out of her and instead used her palm over Betty's clit to coax her to a climax.
The girl was so so wet, and Veronica could see the pleasure running through her like an electric current, as she guided her hand against Betty's clit, rubbing it as if her life depended on it.
"Fuuuuuck," Betty got out, as the climax hit her, the waves of pleasure washing over her.
Veronica went back up and captured Betty's lips, not even giving her a moment of rest. She bit her lips and teased her tongue, and a breathless Betty tried to keep up the momentum of her intense kissing.
Finally, she pulled away and smirked. "If you think that was good, just wait until I taste you."
Betty's mouth fell open into a small 'O' and Veronica was sure she was just as wet as before her orgasm, if not more so.
Not waiting for a response, she kissed her way down Betty's body, not stopping until she reached the ready and waiting lips. She licked up the slit of Betty's entrance, stopping for a moment to see the blonde close her eyes in deep pleasure, and then proceeded to lap up her juices. God, she tasted good.
Veronica worked her tongue inside of Betty, earning another "Oh God" from the blonde. She continued to lick her, rolling her tongue in different directions, to keep Betty on edge. She then made her way up to Betty's clit, curling her lips over the sensitive bundle of nerves. She sucked it relentlessly, Betty moaning and twisting under her, barely able to form words.
"You like that, baby girl?" Veronica teased, lifting her head up to the soaked, breathless goddess shaking above her.
"Please don't stop," Betty whined, a red flush of embarrassment coming over her cheeks.
Veronica smiled and went right back to sucking the life out of the girl's clit.
She came once more, deeply, Veronica's name dripping off her tongue.
This time, as she finished, Veronica rolled off Betty, standing up and appraising her. It was perfect. Exactly as she'd wanted. Betty, naked, sweaty, her hair everywhere, lips swollen. She was like a fallen angel-destroyed.
Veronica smiled and began to straighten her clothes. As much as she wanted to keep going, and get her own release, she had a feeling Betty was spent. She was sure sex with Reggie was nowhere near as erotic or intense as what had just happened here. Plus she wanted to leave the girl wanting more.
Betty sat up and looked at her. Shame mixed with satisfaction shone over her face. "Veronica," she started, "I…wow…I…don't know what to say. I mean, Reggie…and everything"
Veronica didn't want to hear her guilt, especially when she didn't feel a bit bad about what she'd just done to the girl. Pleasuring Betty to destruction could very well be the highlight of this winter vacation.
"Don't worry about it, Veronica smirked. "Consider it an early Christmas present."