Chapter 8:

God Forbid I Exude Confidence and Enjoy Sex

So, it turns out fucking with little Dorothy's head makes her really horny. Go figure. Honestly, Kathryn's not sure if it the blonde that's got her all worked up or if it's just the challenge itself. Either way, a week into the wager she's definitely spending more time with her collection of vibrators.

Kathryn's always gotten off on deceiving people. Not exactly an earth-shattering revelation, but there it is. Making unsuspecting idiots think she's the epitome of sweetness and light while secretly stabbing them in the back, just does something for her. However, if she's being honest, lately the game's gotten a bit stale. It's just become too easy. There's no thrill to it anymore.

Perhaps that's why she's getting such a rush toying with Annette. For once she actually has to work for it. She can't make her fall under her spell using all of her old tricks, so she has to devise new ones. Even if she wasn't aware her good girl persona was bullshit, Annette's far too self-possessed to be easily swayed by basic seduction techniques. Which explains why Sebastian is failing so miserably.

Unlike her idiot stepbrother, who chose to go after the blonde with all the finesse of a bull in a China shop, Kathryn decides subtler methods are called for. If she were to just blatantly come on to her, Annette would see through it right away and it would likely send her fleeing into the arms of Sebastian. What she needs to do is appeal to her curiosity. Twice she's gotten caught spying on other people, so clearly there's some kind of interest in sex, not just vanilla sex either. Kathryn has to exploit that untapped desire and then make sure it's guided in the right direction. Namely her bed.

Step one: Verbal Foreplay

It becomes fairly obvious early on that Annette enjoys arguing. Ten to one the little bitch was on the debate team back in the sticks. Kathryn realizes she can use that to her advantage. At dinner, while Sebastian is trying his best to lay on the charm Kathryn distracts her by engaging in her conversation about universal healthcare of all things. Honestly, as a lady of means Kathryn could give two shits but it seems like the sort of bleeding-heart topic that would get blondie going. Sure, enough she doesn't disappoint. While Kathryn pretends to argue against it, she vehemently argues in favor getting herself all worked up. By the time the final course is served, she's panting lightly and there's an attractive pink in her cheeks. You'd be forgiven for thinking she just finished a round of very intense fucking. It's quite attractive. Needless to say, Annette barely looks at Sebastian again all night.

Step two: Throw her off Guard

Kathryn discovers one of Annette's hobbies is jogging, specifically in the morning. While she does of course exercise herself, she never does so in public. Merteuil women after all don't like to perspire. However, for the sake of the wager, she makes an exception.

Getting up at an ungodly hour, Kathryn arranges to run into her while out jogging. Of course, she pretends to be irritated by Annette's presence but continues to jog along side her. She inquires if she's given into her stepbrother's advances yet, which as suspected gets her all flustered and irritated. Then she abruptly changes the topic to an upcoming dinner party Helen is throwing for a major donor at Manchester. When Annette seems surprised it was fancy (it wasn't until Kathryn suggested it should be to Aunt Helen) she admits she doesn't have anything to wear. Kathryn tells her to just go buy something. "I'm sure Target is having a sale," she throws out cattily.

Annette stops, glares. "Do you always have to be such a bitch?"

"Yes actually, I do." She runs off with an unapologetic grin.

Later that afternoon she leaves a gorgeous black beaded Oscar de la Renta dress on her bed with a two word note: not always.

Annette tracks her down while she's playing chess with Sebastian. Not surprisingly she tells her she can't accept it. Kathryn rolls her eyes. "Don't be an infant. You need a dress. There it is."

"It's too extravagant."

She shrugs. "Fine. I was just going to donate it anyway." Kathryn starts to take it from her. "If you don't like it—"

"No!" Annette jerks it back. "It's beautiful, it's just you didn't have to do it."

"Oh, I'm well aware."

They stare each other down for one heated second during which Kathryn can tell she's genuinely torn between throwing the dress back in her face or thanking her. In the end she succumbs to her manners and goes with the latter. "Thanks," she mutters, cheeks heated, before scurrying away.

Sebastian doesn't look pleased.

Step Three: Plant the Seed

The following day Kathryn casually mentions over breakfast her plans for visiting Manchester on some made up student government business. This of course catches Annette's attention. She not so subtly hints she wouldn't mind touring the campus and Kathryn pretends to begrudgingly invite her along. Sebastian of course tries to butt in but once again Aunt Helen saves the day. Honestly, it was like the old bitch wants her to win the bet.

Kathryn gives Annette a thorough tour during which the blonde asks lots of surprisingly smart questions and listens intently even smiling when Kathryn lets slip the occasional pointed or cruel comment about certain faculty members and students. They verbally spare with one another, but Kathryn can tells Annette is enjoying herself.

Later, in the elevator between floors Annette bluntly asks, "Why are you suddenly being so friendly to me?"

"Am I?"

"Come on, giving me that dress, taking me on this tour. You haven't called me a hayseed all day."

"It's still early," she sighs staring blankly at the silver-plated doors. When she senses Hargrove watching her she finally turns to her and explains, "Perhaps I recognize some potential in you."

"Potential for what?"

"Well, that remains to be seen." Kathryn smiles. "I do know there's more to you than this self-righteous goody-goody act you have going on."

"It's not an act."

"Isn't it?"

The doors open and Kathryn slips out, effectively ending the conversation and giving little Dorothy something to think about. On the way home, they sit side by side in the back in the small car, engaging in small talk when Kathryn pretends to be interested in something out the window. She leans over Annette to get a better look, then casual as can be, rests a hand on her bare thigh. A gasp so soft it can barely be heard above the air-conditioning falls from her lips. Kathryn pretends not to notice. She lets her hand linger only a moment before pulling back all the while continuing their conversation. Annette pretends to follow along, but she can tell she's unnerved by the brief moment. The entire car ride back her legs remain clenched tight together.

Later that night as she engages in yet another marathon session with her vibrator Kathryn thinks about the softness of her skin under her hand and hears that soft gasp ringing in her ears and she cums. Hard.

"Okay shithead, time's up!"

Sebastian kicks open the bedroom door with a flourish and struts into the dimly lit bedroom. The two figures on the bed emerge from underneath the covers, partially naked, hair rumbled, mouths red and raw.

"Valmont, darling," Blaine calls out, his phony lisp masking his clear irritation. "Don't you believe in knocking?"

"Not particularly." He tosses the covers carelessly aside revealing Greg. The jock scrambles into his tighty whities. "I thought I'd find you here, you little cock slut."

"H-hey Valmont."

"You do have the worst timing," Blaine sighs, arms stretched about his head displaying his admittedly attractive physique. "We were just getting to the good part."

Despite his flagrantly ridiculous hair and his fondness for dressing like a young Republican, there was something about Blaine Tuttle, Sebastian found endlessly appealing. Maybe it was that impish smirk of his, maybe it was 'don't-give-a-shit' attitude, or maybe it was just his talent for sucking cock. Either way, seeing him in his element, he's kind of regretting ending their brief liaison last year.

"My apologies," he drawls, turning his attention on the other boy. "But I have some unfinished business with your latest play toy." Sebastian grabs a fistful of Greg's boyband hair and drags him up until they are at eye level. "Well?" he demands. "You better have a name for me."

"I-I do," he squeaks out, grimaces under his manhandling. "Bunny Caldwell."

Sebastian's so surprised he releases him. "Excuse me?"

"It's true man." Greg reaches for his discarded pants on the floor and pulls out a folded piece of paper. Sebastian jerks it out of his hand and reads. His eyebrows jump when he realizes it's one of Annette's infamous letters. Sure enough it's signed Bunny Caldwell. Goddamn.

"Holy fucking shit," he laughs, shaking his head. "That sneaky bitch, how does she even know her?"

"Then met at orientation," Greg supplies. "It's in the letter."

"How did you get this?"

He gives a sheepish shrug. "I stole it."

"You know it makes sense," Blaine muses as he files his nails. "She does loath you. I warned you about messing around with that woman."

Greg makes a face. "You slept with Mrs. Caldwell?"

"Our boy Sebastian isn't exactly what you call discriminating."

"Yeah, lucky for you," he sneers at him. "Besides, I was dared to." Fucking Kathryn. "Shit, too bad she's in France for the rest of the summer. That bitch is deserving of some pay back."

"Um, actually she's returning to New York in July." When Sebastian responds to this info with a raised brow he explains, "My buddy's mom plays bridge with her, and she likes to talk. A lot."

"Wow, I'm impressed." He taps him condescendingly on the head. "Nice work Greggy."

He swats him away. "Are we square?"

"Just about."

Honestly, he has no further use for the jock and he's just going to let him go back to his fun, but then Blaine slides up behind him, clearly eager to ravish his plaything and says, "If that's all Valmont, I have my own business to get to with this young man."

Blaine hates to share his toys and Sebastian's enough of a bastard he can't resist fucking with him. Standing over the floppy hair boy he remarks, "What's the rush?" He then reaches for Greg and pulls him into a hungry kiss. He seems surprised but he eagerly returns it. As they make out, all hungry tongues and roving hands, he opens his eyes to find Blaine watching them equally irritated and turned on. Just to prove his point further, Sebastian slips a hand down his underwear and grasps the jocks leaking cock, already hard and trying to escape. He jerks him off slowly, making Greg moan like the slut he is. Breaking the kiss, Sebastian smirks tauntingly over his shoulder at Blaine.

"Valmont," he sighs, "Isn't there some sweet young maiden you should be deflowering?"

"She can wait."

Grasping Greg by the hair once again, he guides the boy down to his crotch with one hand while unfastening his pants with the other. Unlike last time, he is met with zero resistance. McConnell eagerly pulls his cock out and swallows it down, groaning around the length as he does. Sliding his fingers through his hair, Sebastian thrusts lightly against his sucking mouth. "Shit baby, just like that," he pants, his gaze once again falling to Blaine, who coolly observes them a moment before crawling across the mattress.

Rising up on his knees until they are at eye level he smiles sardonically and tells him, "Alright, you've made your point."

"What point is that?" Sebastian grins. "By the way, you were right, he does have a mouth like a hoover."

"Hmm, I recall saying the same thing about you, once upon a time." Blaine grabs Greg by the hair and tugs him off his cock. He pulls down his pale blue boxers and immediately his eight-inch cock springs free, already drooling and ready for action. Without any further prompting the jock attacks it. "That's my good boy," he praises.

Sebastian cocks a brow. "Well, if you don't want to share…"

"Now, who said that?" Blaine tugs him back then lets his hand slide over his hip and around to palm his ass. His hand slips down the back of his pants. "You know it occurs to me there's a bit of unfinished business between us."

When he feels his fingers tease his puckered hole he laughs. "Dream on."

Sebastian's bottomed before of course, but never with Tuttle. There's always been something preventing him from allowing Blaine that opportunity—namely the realization of how much he wants it. Few people hold power over Blaine Tuttle. Sebastian loves knowing he's one of the privileged few and he's not giving that up without a damn good reason.

"Are you sure?" the blonde coos, his finger pressing in just enough to be considered taunting. "I'm really quite good at it."

Sebastian releases a brisk laugh as he looks up at the lighting fixture above, trying to disguise just how tempted he is. "I have no doubt, but still no. However…"

"Hmm?"

"I could be persuaded to, ah, fuck…" he becomes momentarily distracted when Greg resumes sucking his cock again.

"To what?" Blaine asks, though clearly based on the look in his eyes he knows exactly what he's offering up.

"Fuck your brains out."

He flashes a grin and shakes his head. "You always did have an over inflated view of your own talents."

"Ah, I think we both know that's not true. My reputation is very well earned."

"Among the blushing debutant set maybe."

Drawing his face to his, he nips at his bottom lip drawing a groan. "If memory serves, I used to make you sob, you came so hard. Remember winter break? Tahoe?" Sebastian reaches out and strokes his cock. Blaine groans and presses into his fist, giving away his obvious need. "You wanted it so bad you begged, let me do whatever I wanted to you. And I did."

"Fuck, that was a hot weekend," he admitted.

"Yeah, it was." He runs a finger over his pout. "Ask nicely and I'll give it to you again."

Blaine's eyes narrow in defiance. "Get bent asshole."

"You first." Sebastian grabs him by the back of the head and kisses him fiercely. They make out hard, all teeth, tongue and spit, their hands hungrily searching out any and all available skin. It's hot, but then again it always is with Blaine. However, it never lasted. Their liaisons have been occurring since they were fourteen when Sebastian, curious if dick was exciting as pussy, let Blaine seduce him during the summer before high school. It started out with just some basic cock jerking, before graduating to blow jobs by the pool and finally Sebastian fucking Blaine all over his grandmother's Aubusson. Things cooled between them by sophomore year, when Sebastian's interest returned to pussy and Blaine got bored playing the bottom. Every now and then they fell back into it. It was too tempting not to.

Sebastian manages to slide a finger down his crack to tease him perinium. Blaine withers against his hand, and pulls off his mouth, panting. "Fuck…that's not playing fair."

"Only way to play," he chuckles. "So, what do you say?"

Blaine opens his mouth only to be cut off by the high-pitched ring of his cellphone. Sebastian groans, reaching into his back pocket. He fully intends to ignore it, but when he catches his stepsister's name he sighs in resignation and picks up. "What?" he growls.

"Where the fuck are you?" As always Kathryn is blunt and to the point.

"Westchester"

There's no need for further explanation as to what he's doing there. She scoffs. "Don't tell me you're resurrecting that unholy alliance."

"We're in the middle of negotiations." Blaine, who's unbuttoning Sebastian's shirt, flashes a deviant grin.

"Well, when do you think you're going to be done getting your dick sucked? I need you here to run interference with Ashcroft before he starts getting handsy."

"Sorry, no can do." He groans when Tuttle bends down and begins lapping at his balls. "I'll be skipping tonight's festivities. I'm helping Blaine entertain a guest."

"In other words, you two assholes are going to spit roast the hayseed jock and leave me and Annette to get molested by that lecherous geriatric. Wonderful."

"You didn't seem to mind it when his son was the one doing the molesting."

"His son is twenty-eight with an extensive investment portfolio and an even more extensive dick, of course I didn't mind." She proceeds to go off on a rant which Sebastian tunes out when he becomes distracted by McConnell's mouth and Tuttle's tongue. Between them and Kathryn saying shit like 'spit-roasted' it's a wonder he doesn't lose it then and there.

"You know what, fine," she finally huffs. "Enjoy your little fuck fest with Tuttle and the remedial reading student. Perhaps I'll have one of my own with Annette, seeing as you're not around to distract us."

He knows he should probably be concerned about Kathryn possibly making inroads on the bet, but he highly doubts she's going get anywhere tonight, especially as they'll both be at his aunt's dinner party. Chuckling he calls her bluff, "You do that. I'm sure Ashcroft would love to join you."

"Eat shit," she huffs.

Sebastian runs a hand through Blaine's hair and tugs playfully. "By the way, I have some interesting intel to share when I get back. You should find it quite intriguing."

"I wait with bated breath," she quips. "Enjoy your forthcoming STD."

Kathryn abruptly ends the call and Sebastian laughs, tossing his cell aside. "Satan's handmaiden sends her love."

"I assumed as much." Blaine pulls off his dick and rises to his knees. Wrapping his arms around his neck he flashes him an impish grin and says, "You know you get exponentially harder when you talk with her."

He rolls his eyes "Occupational hazard. Soon to be remedied when I win our bet."

"Assuming you do."

"Oh, I'll win alright, I always do one way or another." Sebastian kisses him, teasing his tongue against his lips before pulling back. "Speaking of which, what's the verdict on my earlier proposal?"

"Which proposal was that?"

Sebastian slides a finger down his ass to his puckered hole and teases it. "This one," he whispers.

"Hmm…" Blaine pretends to think it over a moment before kissing him briefly and saying, "Fuck it, why not? What are we going to do about him?" They both turn to look at Greg who is kneeling obediently between them jerking his own dick.

"Oh, I have a few ideas." Sebastian untangles himself and removes his remaining clothes as Blaine does the same. Grabbing McConnell by the hair once again he drags him to the edge of the bed and orders, "Get him ready for me."

The jock blinks at him dumbly. "What do you mean?"

"Eat his ass, fuckwit." Digging into the bedside table for some goodies he asks Tuttle, "He is familiar, isn't he?"

Blaine grins broadly as he positions himself on all fours. "Oh, most definitely. Come along Greggy, show Mr. Valmont what I've taught you."

He's half expecting some kind of protest so he's genuinely surprised when Greg enthusiastically dives in and begins attacking his hole with his eager tongue. Listening to the nasty sounds he's making Sebastian jerks his own dick while Blaine moans. "Ah, shit, that a 'boy McConnel."

Sebastian climbs back on the bed and maneuvers himself underneath Tuttle. His mouth slack, eyes half closed, he's the very picture of carnal ecstasy. His cock. hard and leaking is a tempting sight Sebastian can't resist. He wraps his lips around him and sucks, slowly at first going all the way to the base until his nose hit his pubes, before drawing back, his tongue teasing the thick vein underneath. Blaine begins to moan incoherently as he thrusts into his willing mouth. Sebastian allows it, swallowing along the length as it hits the back of his throat.

Between him and McConnel's wicked tongue, he doesn't last long. When the first spurt of cum hits his tongue he bobs harder on his throbbing length, until Blaine's filling his mouth to the brim with jizz. Like the good little slut, he is, Sebastian swallows it down, then he reaches for Blaine. They make-out lazily, with him sliding his cum coated tongue against Tuttle's. "What was that you were saying about my abilities?" Sebastian taunts.

He smirks. "I forget."

Greg crawls over to join them and Blaine turns his attentions on him. As they kiss and hungrily grab at each other, Sebastian gets off the bed, snagging a condom and some lube from the bedside table. He lines up behind Blaine and with a couple lubed fingers he prepares him. By the time he's worked three fingers inside him he's bucking eagerly against his hand while simultaneously sucking of McConnel who's moaning loudly like an eager whore. It's kind of annoying.

Sebastian drags his cock up and down his crack, nudging the fat tip against his hole, teasing him, until an irritated and horny Blaine growls, "Enough with the foreplay already, just fuck me."

Smirking he does just that. Without preamble he shoves his cock nearly balls deep inside his snug ass. Sebastian gasps, nearly bending over him in pleasure while Blaine calls out sharply, "Goddammit Valmont, fuck!"

"Just giving the lady what she asked for," he taunts, slapping his ass.

"Fuck off."

"Baby, I'm trying," he laughs as he slowly withdraws then slams back in again. "Shit, how is a slut like you this tight?"

"Practice," he grunts, sitting up a little. "McConnel why don't you be a lamb and come take care of this?" He gestures to his half-hard cock.

The floppy haired boy groans. "Will I ever get to cum?"

"Don't you always? Now come here baby."

Greg momentarily looks like he wants to argue but in the end his libido wins out. Dropping to his stomach, he wraps his lips around Blaine's eager rod while he in turn strokes his leaking neglected dick. Gripping his hips, Sebastian fucks him harder. He must hit his sweet spot because his groans of discomfort turn to moans of pleasure. "Ah, fuck, right there," he pants.

"Right here?" he taunts hitting it again.

"Shit, fuck, yeah that's it." Blaine begins throwing his hips back like the eager cock hound he is.

"So, ah…shit…speaking of sluts, how goes the wager with you know who?"

Sebastian smirks as the mention of his stepsister. "It's coming along quite nicely," he lies. He hasn't made any further progress with Annette, meanwhile Kathryn seems to be dominating all her time. However, he can't very well admit any of that so he tells him with false bravado, "I should have it wrapped up in a couple weeks."

Blaine whimpers. "And…ah, Christ, right there…you think she'll really go through with it, your winnings I mean?"

"Oh, I'm expecting her usual bullshit, but it doesn't matter," he groans as Tuttle squeezes his muscles around his dick and his hips snap harder. "One way or another, I'm going to fuck her into submission if it's the last thing I do."

"Knowing her, it just might be." Blaine begins to buck against him. "What do you want to bet, you bust a nut before you even get all the way inside her."

Sebastian bites his shoulder then flashes a grin. "You're on."

"Loser tops?"

"Nah, I'm already topping you. I win I want access to your fuck pad in Singapore over winter break."

"Fine," Blaine pants, his hand now going double time on McConnel's cock. "I win I finally get to plow that ass of yours."

"Deal." Sebastian jackhammers inside of him, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other his hip. He'll have bruises in the morning. That familiar tingle in his balls tells him he doesn't have long. "Shit, are you close?"

"Oh yeah," he moans.

Sebastian abruptly pulls out, earning a whimper of protest from him. Tearing off the condom, he climbs up on the bed beside Blaine and shoves his cock into Greg's mouth alongside his. The boys eyes widen in surprise but he doesn't protest, even when Sebastian grasps him by the back of the head and starts fucking his face. "You like that Greggy?"

He moans, mouth now stretched obscenely wide. Blaine laughs. "Oh, our boy can't get enough dick."

Sebastian reaches around and fingers Blaine's hole, teasing his prostate as jerks himself off in Greg's mouth. Neither lasts long and they cum near simultaneously in the jock's hungry mouth. There's so much cum it dribbles out the side of his mouth. Sebastian will later note in his journal that it made him look like a lewd fountain he once saw at a porn convention.

Blaine pulls out and shoots once more across his cheek, before collapsing on the bed in exhaustion. "Oh, fuck me that was good," he pants, his hand lazily circling his chest.

Crashing beside him Sebastian chuckles, "And you didn't want to share your toys."

"Well, you get them all dirty. Case it point," he looks back at Greg, still kneeling obediently, face drooling with cum. "Greg, baby, you're a mess."

Blinking dumbly at them he asks pathetically, "Do I get to cum now?"

Having lost interest Sebastian rolls off the bed and heads for the shower. "He's all yours. I trust you can take it from here."

"Where are we going?"

"Does it matter, or would you rather go back inside?"

Annette very much would not. Which says something about how odious their dinner guest that evening was that she'd rather wander around in the dark with friggin Kathryn Merteuil, than spend another second in that man's presence. His name was Preston Ashcroft, and he was supposedly one of Manchester's most generous benefactors—hence why Mrs. Rosemond threw a dinner party in his honor. Generous or not, the man was not only criminally boring but a letch as well. When he wasn't regaling them with self-aggrandizing, long-winded stories of his youth, he was openly ogling their breasts or letting his hand settle uncomfortably on their backsides. When Kathryn created some bullshit excuse to leave, Annette jumped at the chance to join her.

"Keep up Dorothy," Kathryn calls back to her, already a good ten feet ahead.

Annette scowls as her heels keep getting stuck in the wet grass. Finally, she says to hell with it and takes them off, clutching them to her chest as she catches up with Kathryn. "So, where's your brother anyway?"

This makes her smirk. "Pinning after him Hargrove?"

"Hardly"

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but if I had to guess he's probably balls deep in some slut as we speak. Probably two."

Annette's face turns up at the crude turn of phrase. She wants to point out that that's a very weird thing to say about your brother, but she knows Kathryn will only shrug it off and not own up to anything. Instead, she says, "How did he get out of attending this?"

"The same way he always does," Kathryn sighs. "For one, he has the attention span of a toddler and as soon as he gets bored, he'll start saying inappropriate things just to amuse himself. And two, Sebastian is a male and therefore not required to adhere to the same social obligations as us."

"That's not fair."

Kathryn pauses just long enough to throw her a look. "Gee, you think?"

Annette rolls her eyes. "I feel kind of bad abandoning Helen like that. I don't care how much money that guy gives the school. I can't image she would have invited him into her home if she knew he was like that."

She's genuinely surprised when Kathryn laughs, the musical sound cutting through the humid night. "Wow, you really are naive, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Helen knows exactly what creepy Ashcroft is like, why do you think she insisted we join them for dinner?" She reaches out and brushes a strand of errant hair off Annette's cheek, telling her, "We were the bait darling."

Annette stops short. "Wait, you're saying she purposely set us up to be ogled? No way, I don't believe that."

"Did you see her raise any objections when that old perv put his hand on your ass?"

Remembering back to earlier that night, Annette remembers getting panicked by the unwanted touching and when she looked to Helen, the older woman pretended to be preoccupied. Ironically enough, it was Kathryn who came to her rescue, insisting Ashcroft come see some newly acquired painting. "That's so sick. I thought she was…"

"A sweet old lady? Think again, she's just as ruthless as everyone else, only she hides it better than most."

"That's messed up."

"Welcome to the Upper East Side, Kansas," she shrugs. Annette is still trying to process this when Kathryn remarks off handedly, "By the way, nice dress."

She looks down at the gorgeous, beaded dress and almost blushes. She really hadn't wanted to wear it, but it was the only formal thing she had that that could compete with the likes of what Kathryn is wearing. "Thanks again, but just so you know, I'm not buying this sudden interest in being best friends. I know you're up to something."

Kathryn is unbothered. "I never claimed otherwise."

"What do you want?"

"I see great potential is you Dorothy. Sure, your sense of style is hideous, your supposed morals are out of touch and embarrassing and your general personality is annoying, however, you're not totally lacking promise."

"Wow, thanks."

"Despite your general naivete, you're actually quite intelligent. You're also ambitious without being obvious about it. Not to mention, you are the headmaster's daughter and there's power that comes with that." Kathryn looks back at her and even in the dark Annette can feel her eyes sweep over her as she adds, "Also you're very beautiful."

She's grateful in that moment for the dark so she doesn't see the blush that undoubtably is covering her cheeks. "Thanks," she mutters quietly.

"I can definitely use that."

Annette scoffs at this. "And what if I don't want to be used?"

Kathryn swings around so she's facing her as she walks. With a mischievous grin she teases, "How do you know until you try?"

Something about her tone and the almost suggestive glint in her eye, startles her so suddenly that she trips. Kathryn immediately steadies her with a hand on her hip and another on her wrist. Annette's breath comes out in a near hiccup when she realizes how close the brunette is. She finds her stare in the dark. "You okay?"

Feeling warm and unmoored, she abruptly pulls out of her grip and brushes past her. "I'm fine," she remarks tensely. When Kathryn quickly catches up with her, Annette demands, "Why are you like this?"

"Like what?"

"Like how you are?"

Shrugging she replies, "Because I'm good at it, and because I enjoy it."

"You enjoy playing with people's minds? You like deceiving people into thinking you're something you're not?"

"Yep," she says with a bright, unapologetic smile. "It's fun, you should try it sometime." Kathryn nudges her shoulder against her, and Annette has to stop herself from smiling.

"If you're so proud of your behavior, why bother to hide it in the first place? Why not just act like your brother?"

Kathryn's brows knit together, and she looks at her like she just suggested she wear off the rack. "I think you know the answer to that." When Annette just stares back at her non-plussed she sighs and explains, "How do you think that would go over? I'm a well bread lady from one of the most prominent families in the country. If I even so much as use the wrong fork I'd be questioned, meanwhile Sebastian can fuck his dick raw though most of Manhattan and he's celebrated. God forbid I exude confidence or enjoy sex. I'd be vilified and strung up in the town square. Subterfuge is my only option."

Annette knows everything is saying is true, but she still doesn't fully by it. It sounds more like an excuse than a reason. "That's no justification for acting the way you do."

"Oh really? Well, how about this Dorothy," Kathryn stops short in front of her, bringing her face in close, her eyes are intense as she tells her, "The world is shitty and unfair, so why shouldn't I take what I want from it? Why should I be required to live up to anyone's moral code but my own?"

She cocks a brow. "You have a moral code?"

"No," she flashes a smile adding, "But I could."

Annette shakes her head and resumes walking. "Do you know what I think?" Kathryn calls out after her, "You're secretly envious of me."

"You're insane."

"Am I? I think you're bored shitless playing the good little girl and you're dying to know what it's like to be me."

Annette blinks, startled by the idea. Although she immediately brushes it off, in the back of her mind she can't help but wonder if there's not a little bit of truth to it. Still, she doesn't bother giving her a real response, instead, rolling her eyes and telling her, "Get over yourself Kathryn."

Walking on ahead, she realizes they've arrived at one of the outdoor pools. It's all lit up and beautiful with the moonlight glistening off the water. Annette dips her toes in the cool water and nearly moans in bliss. It's such a hot, sticky night that she's tempted to dive right in. Instead, mindful of her expensive dress, she takes a seat at the edge of the pool and slips her feet into the pool. "Oh my god, that feels amazing," she groans.

Walking around the other side Kathryn remarks, "It's so fucking hot, I think I'm going to go in."

Annette's brow lifts in surprise and she laughs, "Are you seriously going back to that house to get your suit?"

"Of course not." She then abruptly slides the straps of her burgundy dress off her shoulder and the slinky garment falls to the concrete leaving her in only a black lace push up and panties.

Mouth falling open a little, Annette tries not to stare but can't seem to avoid to. "Are you…are you just going to go in…like that?"

"No, I'm going to go in like this." She unclasps the front of her bra, exposing her breasts, then tosses it aside. "After all, it's just us."

Annette wants to tell her to stop or at least look away but all she can do is gape as she watches Kathryn shimmy out of her panties. The next thing she knows she's standing ten feet away from a completely naked Kathryn. She doesn't want to ogle her, she really doesn't, but it's kind of hard with her just standing there, hands on her hips, completely self-assured. And really, she has every reason to be. She's gorgeous, almost annoying perfect, from her perfectly proportionate breasts to her blemish free, toned stomach, leading down to her…

Wow, she has no hair down there. I wonder if she…

Annette shakes the thought away before she can fully realize it and averts her eyes. Of course, Kathryn won't be ignored. "Well Dorothy, are you going to join me or what?"

"Um, I don't think…I mean…"

"Oh, come on hayseed," she sighs. "Don't be such a pussy. Get in."

Something about the obvious sneer in her voice makes Annette snap to attention. Remembering all the times Kathryn's mocked her to her face and behind her back, she's suddenly overcome with the urge to prove she's not the virginal goody goody she thinks she is. Shaking off her embarrassment she meets her stare across the water and says, "Alright."

Turning off the part of her brain screaming at her not to do this, Annette gets to her feet and quickly tugs her dress over her head. Gazing defiantly at Kathryn, she tosses it away. The brunette smirks.

Oh god, what are doing Hargrove? Suddenly losing some of her nerve her eyes drop to the water as she tugs down her bra straps. Well, there's no backing out now, she tells herself. With shaking hands, she removes the rest of her clothes.

And just like that, she finds herself naked with Kathryn Merteuil.