Monday

s-pov

The school is a buzz with the blackmail scheme against Teddy Grey. A dozen of the in-kids and pretty people are in jail. Phil Park's is main villain, sitting in jail. He's busted for blackmail, Pot and X distribution. I breathe a sigh of relieve. My days just got easier as the main tormentors of my nerd persona are gone. Teddy shows bright and unfazed, by it all. The week progresses, Teddy seem preoccupied. Then Thursday in the Library at noon, he's been hiding here during lunch this week. He stares at me, like he's trying to recognize me, but he doesn't. Saturday I drive to the gig, HEAVY R has a semi-permanent Friday and Saturday schedule in South Seattle, night spot THE DRAGON CLUB. I park in a nearby underground garage, catch a ride with Summer.

As the Dominatrix, Red Widow, my 5'9 frame is adorned with black leather lace merry Widow Corset and lace mini skirt, garter belt with red lace stockings, my hair brush and pinned over my kabuki makeup face. The enigma, sexy but hidden, dominating but submissive. The perfect sex toy. I sing the really soft and sensual songs. I've write three hits for the band, and branched out with Abigail help to write for others, eight top forty this year, I'm on fire.

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t-pov

The Girl haunts me. From the moment, I looked up freezing in the water naked and confused. She's owned me. The soft hair and piercing green eyes dazed me into submission, and I don't do submission. She stands tall about 5'9, slender, well proportioned. Looks the college coed. She' smart, talented, and so naturally sensual.

The kissing and cuddle at the falls left me wanting, needing, to possess this beautiful creature. All too soon she left me frustrated at my parent house, how did she know exactly where I live. No name, No number, no future date. I pout and sullen all Sunday and Monday. Park's little blackmail scheme has blown up, Dad and Taylor are in their zone, Mom is fully ok, with them going all overboard on my enemies. I think Dad is enjoying this a bit too much. By Monday all participates are in jail. I find myself hiding in the Library during lunch.

From my exploring at the falls, she has several trademark scars. A long swirling scar on her right thigh almost looks like a tattoo removal except you can see the stitches close up. On her right hand is a sunburst burn, small about the size of a fifty-cent piece. Low on her side is two round quarter size pucker scar. Even with these she's perfect, I feel her in my dreams I can't find her, the car was a dead end.

Thursday I'm hiding out in the Library during lunch. I wait to put a book on hold. Standing behind Samantha, super nerd, she hands a book for check out, the sunburst on her hand. Vicky? I spent the rest of the day studying her. How can this be Vicky, they look totally different? I have no trouble snooping into the school records, Uncle Barney and Aunt Destiny have tutored me in the fine art of computer hacking.

I find her House, who is Bill Deyoung? What relation to Samantha? I add a tracker to her car. I spent Friday night waiting, nothing. All day Saturday, nothing. Saturday at 5pm she on the move I track her to a garage. She exits and get into a nondescript van. They drive to alley in South Seattle, pull up tight to a back door to some club, doors open, van rocks, then pulls away. The guy driving disappears.

I move around to the front of the club. I've been here a lot: THE DRAGON CLUB to see HEAVY R.

A hundred to the doorman and I'm in. Usually I stay to the shadows in the back. Tonight, I push to the stage, maybe she's one of the dancer, or actors for the stage show, and sometimes they have teenage cage dancers. Looking for Samantha? The pre-bands are ok. Than HEAVY R takes the stage, it's the witches, babes, and widows, my personal favorite, tonight. The show progresses I don't see her. The crowd is rocking, during the show various guy flash the band, throw underwear, condoms new and used. Than a teenage next to me throws a used condom on the stage at a Widow, she expertly flicks it back into his face. As she does I see the swirl scar on her thigh. The Red Widow is Samantha, Vicky. I'm confused and dazed. I leave and stake out the car. Near two am she arrives and goes to an all-night diner, near Union Lake. She sits in a booth and pulls out a thick text book.

I make my move, enter and grab a menu. Sitting across from her. "Hi Samantha, or is it Vicky." I smile.

She glares at me. "What do you want Teddy?"

"That simple Samantha, I want you!" she blushes several shades

"Sorry you can't have me" you're so wrong girl

"Sam, we don't have a choice in this, you know it and so do I." I smile broadly and happily

"Why would you want me; Teddy you can have any other perfect socially acceptable girls in school hell even the western US." Logic isn't going to help you super nerd.

"Maybe, but I want you and you alone." I smirk in glee, logic be dammed. I know what I want, her.