Chapter 2

Betty dragged a ballerina-pink nail across the dress-laden hangers in the third boutique she and Veronica had visited in the last two hours. Thumbing her fingers across the different fabrics and colors, she could hear V muttering "Nope, nope, nope" and the shuffle of rejected dresses across the store. After trying on what seemed like 5,000 bandage dresses, she was feeling dejected. Veronica had found this amazing silver slip dress at the first boutique, so she was all set for the Pussycats' final stop of their concert tour at The Breakfast Club tonight, but Betty was searching for something different - something that didn't scream, "Oh look, there goes pretty in pink Betty Cooper." She let out a huff of frustration as she pulled another skin-tight black dress off the rack and pursed her lips.

"What the long face, babycakes?" Veronica appeared with a waft of jasmine perfume and the click of a stiletto.

Betty faced her best friend and held the slinky LBD up against her body. Eyebrows raised, she asked, "What do you think?"

Burgundy-slicked lips pursed in silent response. "But I thought we were going for a red dress? You know, Dark Betty goes crimson? It's very film noir and I'm dying to post a Snap of you in black and white."

Betty sighed in exasperation and hung the dress back on the rack. "I really want the red dress, but so far - no such luck. The cherry lingerie was very...well received," she said with a hot blush rising in her cheeks. "And I want to live up to the expectations Dark Betty established last night." She turned and faced Veronica and lowered her voice, "More than anything though, I got a taste of this incredible power last night, V. It was...intoxicating. I don't know if it was the lingerie or just the way I felt, but I want to feel that way all the time."

Veronica raised her eyebrows and smiled in approval. "Bets, after the crazy stressful semester you've had, I think you've earned the right to feel as powerful as you want. You've been slammed at both school and The Register. You're a grown ass woman who wants to feel powerful, so go out there, get a goddamn red dress and grab your power."

Eyebrows sky-high into her hairline, Betty started slow-clapping. "Jesus V, that was seriously almost as good as the Miracle on Ice speech."

"I know, right? I was really feeling it. I'm acing my broadcast journalism class and I think I could be the next Oprah - except sassier and better-dressed," she quipped with a wink. "How about this: Let's get shoes and accessories here and then we can focus on the dress after a much-needed frapp and scone break."

Betty bit her lip as her brow furrowed. "Ronnie, we've been to three boutiques already and haven't found anything. At this rate, we'll have to go dumpster-diving on the Southside to find what I'm looking for."

"Well, I didn't want to mention this before we caffeinated, but if you want a badass red dress, you know who we have to call, right?"

Betty looked at her quizzically.

"Take one guess, Nightmare Smurfette."

Betty's eyes lit up in recognition. She laughed behind her hands and nodded her head. "Yes, I know who we have to call."

"Hello, former Vixen bitches!" A cloud of Dior Poison wafted through the entryway of Veronica's apartment, followed by the sound of a rolling garment rack.

"Is that the one, the only, Cheryl Blossom I hear?" answered Ronnie with a dramatic flair.

The ginger beauty sashayed into the living room with a dramatic flip of her signature waist-length hair. "Yours truly, peasants," she said with a delicate curtsy.

In Betty's eyes, Cheryl was the epitome of a true success story. After that horrible year where she lost her brother and father, her mother checked herself permanently into a wellness facility in Aspen - leaving Cheryl to fend for herself in Riverdale. Cheryl, determined to revitalize her family name and maple syrup business, graduated early at the top of the class and went immediately to Harvard to study business. She had her top choice of Ivy League schools but chose Harvard because it was top-rated and their crimson hue closely matched her signature color. While at school, she worked with internationally-renowned chemists and used her family's syrup reserves to create a luxury skincare line. Blossom Beauty is now the primary line of revenue for Blossom Industries and has the shareholders eating out of Cheryl's hand. As if that weren't enough, she is a doting, if not dramatic, aunt and frequently comes home from Cambridge to visit her niece and nephew. Success fit her nearly as perfectly as her scarlett leather gloves.

Cheryl, outfitted in a red and white plaid shift dress with a matching cape, sat down on the settee nearest Betty, looked her up and down and let out a disappointed "tsk."

"Just look at you - my poor little bumpkin Betty. Dearest Ronniekins here phoned me regarding your little dilemma and I dropped everything and immediately came from the newly-renovated Thornhill to help remedy the situation. Luckily for you and your sad little wardrobe, I've been curating a collection of crimson couture since I was a darling wee babe. That being said, I've selected a handful of pieces that I think would be most appropriate for the Pussycat soiree this evening. I'm doing this out of the kindness of my heart, despite the fact that you're using my clothing as a tool to bone that beanie-wearing hobo Jughead Jones."

"Hold the phone, evil Jessica Rabbit," Veronica retorted playfully. "My darling B is actually undergoing a self-reinvention and wants to channel her inner bad bitch. This is strictly for her and her evolution as a powerful woman." Veronica leaned over and high-fived Betty as she raised a singular eyebrow in Cheryl's direction.

Cheryl clapped her hands in excitement. "Oh my god, this is Betty's Devil Wears Prada transformation. She's about to metamorphosize from a sweater-set-wearing, uptight caterpillar into a scarlett-bedecked, HBIC butterfly. This is my Meryl moment."

Ronnie's brows raised in dismay simultaneously with the scowl on her pert mouth. "Wait, if you're Meryl, than who am I?

Cheryl side-eyed Ronnie with expert precision. "Stanley Tucci, of course, you troll."

Veronica huffed as Betty let out a sharp chuckle. "Cheryl, I seriously appreciate your help, but you're a bit smaller than me…"

"That's because I sustain myself only the envy of others and my ambition - but leave it to me and V."

She pulled the rack toward Veronica and the two immediately began conspiring on the individual dresses in increasing levels of dramatics.

"I think this is too burgundy, yes?"

"Are you insulting my variation of reds, little Veronica? I'll have you know that my hair is the perfect blend of both pure red and copper, so burgundy sets off those tones flawlessly."

"Don't get your panties in wad, Cheryl, I was simply speaking to Betty's hair and coloring…"

"Please don't mention my underthings, cretin."

"GUYS," Betty said loudly over the cacophony of Veronica and Cheryl's arguing. "I can already tell you which dress on that rack I'm going to wear."

Cheryl rolled her eyes with a loud huff. "Betty, I put some serious thought into curating this selection for your little bombshell-inspired revamp, so the very least you can do is give me a quality makeover montage to work with here."

Betty rose off the settee and walked to the rack. She plucked one of the center hangers off the cold iron bar and held it against her body, lips pursed and eyebrows raised in silent question at her well-intentioned, but demented fairy godmothers.

Veronica's face immediately erupted into a wide smile as she answered, "Excellent choice, dollface." She turned toward Cheryl expectantly.

Cheryl crossed her arms over her chest with a small frown. "Fine! Perhaps that may be the best option for your prepubescent body, but I still think you should be forced to try on all the options."

Veronica shooed Betty to the closet to try the dress on while she placated Cheryl. "Let's go make a Manhattan, shall we? And you can tell me where you got those amazing Louboutins…"

Betty faintly heard Cheryl respond, "As if you could afford them," before shutting the door to the closet. She turned and found herself facing the full-length, antique gilded mirror in V's closet for the second time in as many days. Hanging the dress reverently on the dressform next to the mirror, she quickly peeled herself out of her jeans and sweater and pulled the tight ponytail from her hair. Slipping the smooth fabric over her head, she quickly fastened her newly-purchased stilettos and opened the door.

"Guys!" she yelled toward the kitchen. "I'm ready for what's sure to be a demeaning inspection!"

She walked into the kitchen and directly into Ronnie's line of sight. Quite unlike her cool and composed self, V's eyes grew wide and she coughed into her cocktail. Cheryl turned and a smug smile settled on her face.

"Well, well, well Miss Cooper - who knew you had it in you?

Veronica had a hand over her heart when she earnestly responded, "Seriously Bets, you look insane. Like some dream-girl version of your actual self."

Betty's mind quickly returned to Jughead's note from the morning. "That's exactly what I'm going for," she said with a soft smile. "But, Cheryl, I literally have no idea what underwear you wear with this dress."

Cheryl let out a quiet laugh while Veronica shrugged sheepishly next to her.

"Oh darling girl, that's because you don't wear any."

Betty followed closely behind Veronica as they pushed their way past the bouncer and into The Breakfast Club. She could feel the thump-thump-thump of the bass inside her chest, beating in time with the top 40 remix the DJ was playing. The strobe lights flashed across the club, highlighting quick glimpses of people mingling, grinding, flirting. Veronica held her hand as she navigated their way to the bar, squeezing their way through the dozens and dozens of people who had crammed in to see Josie and her band's final performance of the year. Finally reaching a break in the crowd at the bar, Betty pulled her hair over her shoulder as she felt a light breeze tickle her bare back. The fire-engine red dress hit her at mid-thigh and dipped into a low V in the front, coming to a point right below her small - albeit, in their defense, perky - breasts. Her mouth quirked up into a small smile as she thought about what she considered the dress' show-stopper feature. Her back was completely bare all the way to the little dimples right above her ass. Ronnie had curled her hair into loose waves and Cheryl had even given her the lipstick - maple flavored, of course - that matched the dress perfectly. Even her stilettos were red - decked out in velvet with a bow that topped the stacked heel. She felt powerful and sexy and very Dark Betty.

"Earth to Bets!"

Veronica's sharp snap in front of her nose broke her trance. "Sorry, I guess I was daydreaming," she replied with a small grin.

Veronica let out a small chuckle. "Hell dollface, with the way you look, I'd be surprised if I didn't start daydreaming about you soon," she commented with a wink.

"Me?!" Betty replied. "Look at you, V! That dress was made for your body and I still can't get over how amazing you look with long hair." Veronica let out a sassy wink and turned to get the bartender's attention.

After her parents' arrest, Veronica had turned to yoga to ground herself and find some solace. She was now a certified yogi with the long, lean limbs and quiet grace to prove it. She taught several classes at Blossom Lotus Studio - owned by Cheryl, of course - and was always giving Betty techniques for stress relief. Her silver slip dress hung closely to her lithe frame and she had artfully arranged her messy curls into a loose, complicated braid that hung over her shoulder.

Veronica turned with two Manhattans in hand. Passing one to Betty, she grabbed four maraschino cherries off the bar and lightly dropped them in Betty's drink. In response to Betty's singular raised eyebrow, Veronica responded, "What? They're basically like your signature symbol now. You totally stole them from Cheryl and for that, I am eternally grateful."

Betty rolled her eyes with a quick chuckle and looked at her phone. 10:30 PM. The Pussycats would be on soon, but she knew that Jughead and Archie wouldn't be there for another half an hour. Downing her Manhattan with a stiff swallow, she grabbed Veronica's hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor.

"Whoa, Betty Bolt, hold your horses, would you? I haven't finished my drink."

"Drink it down, V. Dark Betty feels like dancing," she said in a conspiratorial whisper.

Eyebrows raised, Veronica drained her Manhattan and slammed the glass onto the bar. "Well then. Lead the way, dear heart, because what Dark Betty wants, Dark Betty gets."

Betty grabbed Veronica's hand and led her out onto the packed dancefloor. They pushed their way into the main throng of people and Betty let herself give in to the music.

Having danced non-stop for song after song, Betty felt a bead of sweat trickle down her back, racing the one moving down her decolletage. She lifted the hair off the back of her neck and swayed to the beat.

She felt a presence move in behind her and before she could turn, she heard Archie's voice yell, "Hey Ronnie, why don't you introduce me to your new friend?"

Veronica bit on her lip in laughter as Betty whirled around in surprise.

"Archie!"

Archie's eyes widened and his jaw almost hit the floor when he took in the face of his childhood best friend.

"Holy shit, Betty, I thought...I thought that you were someone else."

Betty couldn't contain her laughter anymore and both she and Ronnie broke down, laughing hysterically. A bold flush had risen high on Archie's cheeks, battling fiercely with his ginger hair.

Betty smiled back up at her old friend as she patted his cheek lightly. "Arch, it's fine. It's a new look, I know. What do you think Juggy will say?"

"You can ask him for yourself, here he comes."

Jughead pushed up to Archie, two beers in hand, wearing a white tee with his signature "S", but no beanie in sight. His tousled hair was falling into his eyes in a way that pulled at her heartstrings.

"Hey man, you're welcome for the beer. You know I hate clubs, even ones named after my favorite angsty 80s movie." He looked around, eyes passing over Betty despite her being a few feet away from him.

"Hey, do you know where Betty…" His eyes finally locked on hers and she bit her lip as a shy smile formed on her face. Eyes not leaving his, she pulled her hair over her shoulder and did a slow circle, eyes snapping back to his as he saw the expanse of her bare back.

Mouth slightly open, eyes glazed over, Jughead hadn't said a single word yet in reaction to Betty's new look.

Eyes clouding in self-doubt, Betty reached for him and questioned, "Juggy?"

Somehow springing to life, he reached out and grabbed Betty's hand and pulled her into his arms, wrapping himself completely around her and cementing his lips to hers. She let out a little "Oomf!" of surprise and then settled into the kiss, wrapping her hands around his neck and running her fingers through the locks that just reached the collar of his shirt. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she could taste the maltiness of his beer and something sweet. His hand ran down her back and settled on her ass, giving it a light squeeze. A quiet moan escaped Betty and she pressed her hips forward, seeking relief against the prominent bulge in Jughead's dark denim jeans.

"Ahem!" said Archie loudly, somewhere in the distance.

Betty and Jughead reluctantly pulled apart and let the lights and noise of the club fill the air around them. Jughead smiled that shy smile of his down at Betty and she reached to rub the red lipstick off his face. Archie ran a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"We are blatantly in public, you guys."

"Oh Archiekins, stop being such a spoilsport," said Veronica, still quasi-dancing around them. She grabbed Archie's hands and whirled him around in a circle. "Besides, it was deliciously sexy, if I do say so myself. It was like watching a modern day James Dean and Marilyn Monroe, but with more blatant sexual tension and fewer painkillers."

Jughead quirked a small smile on his lips. "Uh, thanks Ronnie."

She planted a playful kiss on his cheek. "Enjoy my masterpiece, Mr. Jones."

Archie still looked baffled as Veronica grabbed his hand and led him toward the bar. Jughead grabbed Betty's hand and took her to a dark, quiet corner on the far side of the bar. Once alone, Betty turned toward Jughead and stepped back into his chest. His arms automatically wrapped around her and settled on her hips.

"Hi, dream girl."

Betty smiled and placed a gentle peck on her boyfriend's lips. "What do you think?"

"What do I think? I don't think I formed a single thought for the first thirty seconds that I saw you."

Betty scoffed, "I know! You terrified me, I thought you didn't like it!"

Juggy's eyes looked at her in complete skepticism. "Didn't like it? Are you serious? Betty Cooper, you look…" He stepped back to fully appraise her new look. " I can't put into words how you look, but all I know is that I've been hard since I saw you and I want to fight every man that has looked in your direction since the beginning of time."

Betty playfully rolled her eyes. "No one else is looking at me."

Jughead raised his eyebrows in challenge. "False, literally everyone with a penis is looking at you, including Kevin who has been giving me the thumbs up for the last five minutes." Jughead waved halfheartedly over her head toward the corner of the bar where Kevin must have been.

Betty laughed fully and Jughead pulled her back into his embrace. Leaning down to her ear, he whispered, "Everyone is staring at your ass and it's making me very possessive." He slid his large, rough palm over her ass and squeezed, nipping at her shoulder lightly with his teeth.

Betty's sharp intake of air was the only signal Juggy needed and he pressed his hard cock into her stomach. "Let's just leave - we can go back and hang out at the trailer," Jughead said with a sly smile in his voice.

Feeling his warm hand still on her ass, Betty looked up to Juggy and replied, "Well, now that you mention it, I'd like to start where we left off last night." With a quick kiss on his lips, she gathered her courage. Jughead had been so open with her last night and she had dreamed of telling him her dirtiest fantasy since they first had sex. Thinking they were finally ready, she said, "Juggy, I'd like to try something new - maybe we could…" Betty felt her courage falter and looked off into the crowd.

Jughead tucked a finger back under her chin and pulled her eyes back to his. "Hey, it's okay. What do you want to try? Reverse cowgirl or something?" he asked with a soft chuckle.

Swallowing her pride, Betty licked her lips and said, "No, Juggy - actually, I've always wanted to try...anal."

Jughead's eyes popped out of his head and his mouth formed a round "O" in surprise. Eyebrows shooting up into his hairline, he squeaked out, "Anal? Seriously?"

Betty nodded shyly. "Yes, I've wanted to for awhile now. Well, I watched this guy-on-guy porn back in highschool and that kind of jump started the fantasy, so-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa Betty. I'm all for experimenting, but you've had a seriously challenging couple of years. What happened to taking it slow?" Jughead looked at her skeptically and it frustrated her beyond words.

Betty shook her head to clear the liquor-induced fog from her mind. "Jughead, I never wanted to take it slow! You made that decision without me. I want to experiment and be rough and have it out with each other…"

"Jesus Betty, where is this coming from? We had mind-blowing sex last night and now you're bringing this up? Was that not enough for you?"

"Juggy, of course it was enough for me!" Betty said pleadingly.

"Well, somehow we're now discussing your desire to have angry anal, so I don't think it did."

Betty's eyebrows shot up her forehead. "Angry anal?! Are you serious, Jughead? I suggest one fantasy to you and you blow it way out of proportion. What happened to being honest with each other?"

Frustration racked Jughead's expression - his eyes were fraught with it and he kept running his hands through his hair. Betty was honestly baffled by his reaction.

"You want to be honest, Betty? I think I can't be what you need right now." Jughead stormed off in the opposite direction toward the side exit.

"Jughead!" Betty yelled across the club, her voice lost in the music. Distraught, she sat down in a booth and held her head in her hands, trying to process what the hell just happened. Breathing heavy and trying to hold back tears, she pushed herself up and searched desperately for Veronica. It was like she sent a Betty Beacon in the air, because Ronnie immediately made eye contact across the room and was by her side in less than a minute.

Gripping her hands, dark eyes full of concerned looked into hers. "Bets, what happened?! One minute you're jonesing all over the Jones boy and the next I see him storming out of the club!"

Betty wiped a stray tear furiously off her face. "Ugh, V, I brought up the damn anal fantasy. It was too much too soon."

V's eyes went wide. "Ooh, you brought up the anal fantasy. Like the tied-up, face-down…"

Betty shook her head in exasperation. "No, I didn't even make it that far! I barely mentioned the idea and he ran off, saying something about how we needed to take it slow and that he can't be what I need. God, what did I do?!"

Veronica's face was full of sympathy as she rubbed circles into Betty's bare back. "Well, babycakes, perhaps the club wasn't the best place to have this discussion, but I'm sure he will come around. I think he probably just felt bombarded."

Betty finally registered the loud music and flashing strobes and realized how out of his element Jughead would have been in that moment.

"Ugh, you're so right, V. I made such a mess of things," she said, hands covering her face.

"Do you know where he might have gone?"

Betty looked toward the exit. "Probably to the trailer. He's been staying there while FP is out of town. I should go."

Betty quickly hugged Veronica and made her way to the exit, regret pulsing through her veins. As the exit door closed behind her, she heard the DJ cut the music.

"Ladies and gents, please give a huge Riverdale welcome to international pop phenoms, Josie & the Pussycats!"

Betty opened the Uber door and stumbled as her heel sank into the soft, muddy ground. The air smelled of bonfires and damp grass; and the sky was lit with stars and a full harvest moon at Moccasin Manor trailer park. Moccasin Manor was close to the where Juggy's beloved Twilight Drive-In once stood before Mr. Andrews tore it down while they were in high school. That project stalled after Veronica's parents went to prison, so now the lot stood abandoned and was prime Serpent territory. Betty visited often, so FP had told the rest of the Serpents that she could roam freely and wasn't to be bothered. He and Juggy may have had their problems in the past, but you couldn't help but appreciate having powerful connections - even if it was with the Serpents.

She felt the crunch of gravel under her feet as she made her way back to FP's trailer near the rear of the park. A shiver chased down her back and goosebumps raised fast and furious on her arms and bare back. FP had been out of town visiting Jellybean in Toledo, so Jughead had been staying to keep an eye on the trailer. As she approached his lot, a delicate frown formed on her lips. Jughead's motorcycle wasn't parked in its usual spot, but Betty could see a soft light shining through the small kitchen window. Betty's eyebrows furrowed in concern. Ever since FP had been arrested in connection with Jason Blossom's death, local punks had taken it upon themselves to vandalize his trailer - despite the fact that he was found completely innocent and didn't serve any jail time for protecting the Serpents.

Betty quickly snagged the spare key from under the faux rock near the front door and quietly let herself into the trailer. The blast of warm heat rolled over her as she quickly looked around the small living area. She didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but she couldn't risk turning on the light and revealing herself. After getting her bearings, she could immediately sense two things out of place. First, filling her nose was a musky, male - was that sandlewood? - scent. She disturbingly found the smell very sexy. Creeped out by her own thoughts, she quickly shook the idea from her mind. Secondly, she could hear the shower running near the bedroom.

"What the fuck are these kids doing?!" Betty thought incredulously. Grabbing the baseball bat that permanently resided near the front door, Betty walked slowly to the bathroom, taking note of the steam pouring into the hallway from the cracked door. Mind reeling, Betty reached the entry and held her breath in fear and anticipation. A fresh wave of the sandlewood scent hit her pert nose. In a move she knew was either brave or stupid, she slowly pushed open the bathroom door inch by inch until she could fully see the mirror in front of the shower. Fog was delicately creeping along the edges of the mirror when Betty dropped the bat into the shag carpet with a barely-there thud as she took in the culprit.

Her eyes wide and mouth slack-jawed, Betty took in a dripping-wet, buck-naked FP Jones, water rolling down his body as he stood under the steamy spray. Shock hit her like a ton of bricks and her jerk reaction was to cover her eyes and run, but her feet refused to move, planting themselves into the soft carpet. Betty had always secretly thought that FP was pretty sexy for a dad, but the sight of him like this took those thoughts to another level. Leaning against the far end of the shower, the glass wall did nothing to hide him from her view. Although, she knew she couldn't have looked away if she tried. FP was a tall man, muscles tight and tan and so...wet. Betty felt herself inhale a small gasp as her eyes took in FP's chiseled chest that was lightly covered in dark hair, curling in the steamy heat.

Betty snapped out of her haze when FP let out a small grunt. She immediately hid herself behind the wall, eyes peeking over the doorframe to see what might have caused the noise. Another involuntary gasp left her lips when she took in what was happening in the trailer shower. FP, leaning against the back shower wall, eyes lightly closed in concentration, was running his hand up and down his cock, slowly pumping up and down, over and over again. Betty stood fixated as he let out small grunts in time with his hard, determined hand motions. He moved off the back wall and braced himself against the glass front of the shower, right hand still furiously rubbing his cock. A low groan escaped his lips and Betty herself had to bite back a quiet moan as she felt the hot heat pooling in between her legs. Nipples hard and begging to be touched, Betty couldn't believe herself when she gently pulled the delicate strap of her dress over her shoulder, exposing her nipple to the warm, steaming air. Teeth tormenting her bottom lip, her hand was possessed by her own need as her fingers started lightly toying and pinching her nipple.

FP's huge hand was pumping his cock in a way that had Betty salivating. She saw him swipe a huge bead of precum off the top of his head and couldn't contain the moan that escaped her. FP's head jerked up in surprise and his eyes instantaneously met hers in the mirror. Frozen to the spot, hard nipple still exposed to the air, Betty's mouth hung open as FP took in the sight of her - flushed, panting and eyes begging him to continue. He stared at her for five painful seconds, and then - to Betty's equal shock and delight - his mouth set into a small smirk and a single eyebrow was raised at her in challenge as his hand slowly began rubbing his thick cock again, base to tip, over and over. Feeling bolder than she had ever felt in her entire life, Betty started toying with her nipple again while he stared directly into her eyes, bringing himself close to climax. His small grunts and groans grew louder as he raised his eyebrows and nodded at her skirt. Betty, immediately understanding him without any need for words, lifted the silky hem of her red dress slowly up, gasping as the air hit her soaked pussy lips. She held the hem in her left hand as her right drifted slowly down, fingers dragging over her smooth, bare skin. His eyes were glued to her, demanding her hand downward with every second. They both groaned simultaneously as her fingers finally ran over her clit. Eyes not leaving his, she used some of her hot slickness and furiously began rubbing her clit in time with his accelerated pumps. Breasts aching and pressure building low in her stomach, she knew she was close to cumming. Their moans mingled together in the steamy air as they watched each other get off. FP's grunts grew louder and louder until he came violently with a growled "Betty" leaving his lips.

Her name on his tongue was all it took to push Betty over the edge, stars and heat exploding behind her eyes. She moaned long and low as she came undone in front of her boyfriend's father. She came back down to Earth, basking in that delicious, post-orgasm warmth. Regaining her senses, Betty panted lightly for breath as her legs grew heavy and unsteady. Her hand instantly dropped the hem of her dress as she took in FP against the glass wall of the shower, eyes shut and chest heaving while his cum ran down the drain. All it took was half a moment for panic and realization to take over. By the time FP let out a final, shaky sigh and looked to the door with a wry smile, Betty was gone, gravel stones and tears flying behind her as she ran away from Moccasin Manor.