With Voyeuristic Intention

Chapter 12:

Keep Your Friends Close and Your Enemies Closer

Sebastian smells her before he hears her. The gentle tease of her lightly floral scent with a hint of something sweet, like strawberries, wafts through his nasal cavity rousing him from his deep sleep. At first, he assumes he's dreaming, one of those really lucid dreams with surround sound and everything. Then he feels the mattress dip and he knows this is no dream. The bitch has crawled into bed with him.

And his journal is laying out in plain sight. Shit.

His eyes snap open to find Kathryn kneeling over him, her hand reaching over him to snag his most precious possession. Her face breaks into a wicked grin. "Morning."

Sebastian grabs her wrist, squeezing tightly until she releases the journal. "Morning," he grits out through clenched teeth. He closes the journal up and tucks it away in the bedside drawer.

"Someone's in a mood," she sighs, straddling him. He passively eyes her morning ensemble, a short cream-colored robe over a black satin and lace negligee. Immediately him libido lurches into overdrive as he considers all the depraved things, he'd like to do to her right then. Sebastian's very thankful she chose to sit herself upon his knees rather than his crotch.

He's also very, very proud that he doesn't have a boner.

Hoping to get her out of there before that becomes an issue, he demands, "What do you want?"

"How did it go last night?"

"With whom?"

"With Mia of course. Are you two insta-official yet?" she mocks.

Sebastian rolls his eyes. "Hardly. If you must know, it was a crushing disappointment. She was on a cleanse and didn't want to mess up her flow, whatever that means."

Kathryn fakes a pout. "No wonder you're so cranky."

Remembering the rest of the evenings events he smiles, revealing, "Actually, the night wasn't a complete waste. I ran into Annette when I returned, and we went swimming…amongst other things."

She arches one perfectly sculpted brow. "Are you insinuating you closed the deal last night with our girl?"

"No, if I had you'd be face down, ass up, presenting me with my reward right about now," he drawls, taking note of the way her thighs hug him a little tighter at the description. "I did however make out with her—"

"Big fucking de—"

"AND she agreed to come to Sloan's party with me. As my date," he adds pointedly. "I'm going to have this shit wrapped up by next week."

"I wouldn't get too cocky if I were you," she warns, that familiar predatory smirk of hers returning.

"Oh, and why's that?"

"Because you're not the only one she made out with last night."

Sebastian rolls his eyes. He wants to call her bluff but there's little point. Kathryn doesn't need to lie. "Shit. No wonder you're so chipper."

"Anything you can do, I can do better," she sing songs.

In no mood to deal with a taunting Kathryn this early in the morning, he sits up and grabs her by the hips having every intention of tossing her ass out of the bed. "Alright, that's it, get out."

Kathryn wraps her arms around his neck. "Oh, come on, I was just teasing." Nuzzling his nose, she coos, "You used to have a sense of humor Valmont. Anyway, forget about little Dorothy. Let's put her on the back burner for the time being."

He tilts his head back to examine her. "You want something."

"Obviously." Letting her hands slide down his bare chest she explains, "I want to open the discussion about Sloan again."

"Ugh! I should have known." Sebastian falls back into bed with a dramatic flourish. Truth be told he got such a shit night's sleep because he couldn't stop thinking about the intriguing possibilities of taking Sloan down. However, since he knew informing Kathryn of this would only make her smug and give her far too much pleasure. He can't allow that.

"Quit being a whiny little bitch and hear me out," she snaps, shifting back into business mode. "Since appealing to your vengeful side didn't work, I'm prepared to offer you a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

"Let's call it, payment for services rendered. Help me destroy Sloan and I'll make sure you're generously compensated."

Now that is interesting. Sitting up on his elbows he lets his gaze slide from her face to the generous expanse of cleavage peeking through her open robe. "Be more specific."

Kathryn leans in, placing a hand on either side of his torso, her intense gaze burning into his she tells him, "I'll blow your brains out."

"I assume you don't mean literally."

"I mean you bring that bitch to her knees, I'll drop to mine and give you the blow job of the century. Got it?"

Sebastian does his best to keep his expression completely neutral, but his body is already humming with anticipation about getting even a small advance on his reward. He is pretty sure taking down Sloan should at least earn him full sex, but he isn't going to push it. After all, Kathryn's blow jobs were legendary. She once sucked off Blaine on a dare. He later told him it was the best blow job he's ever received. High praise from a gay man. That's more than enough incentive to get him over any lingering doubt about taking on Sloan.

"That's quite an attractive offer," he admits, his dick already stirring with interest. "Alright, I'm in."

Kathryn flinches in surprise then straightens up. Her tone dripping with suspicion she says, "That was easy."

He smirks. "I was going to do it anyway."

She rolls her eyes. "Of course you were. So do we have a deal?"

"Not so fast, I'd like to negotiate a few small details first."

"Such as?"

Sebastian slides his hands up her thighs and cups her tight little ass. He gives it a squeeze before dragging her further up his lap. "For starters, if I'm going to risk my ass tangling with that psychopath, I deserve the full five-star service."

"Meaning?"

"I get to finish on your face."

Her sharp green eyes narrow and she hisses, "No fucking way."

He's not surprised by her reaction. Last year Cass Winters delivered an unsolicited money shot on his darling sister's face after a particularly robust round of sex. She loudly kicked him out of the house then retaliated by setting him up to get expelled. Poor bastard would be lucky to get into Baruch next year. Sebastian thinks it was probably worth it.

"Fine, then your tits."

"My mouth."

He grins. "Good, that's where I planned to deposit it anyway." Sebastian gives another rueful squeeze to her ass before adding, "And I expect you to be a good little slut and swallow."

Kathryn leans forward and flicks her lips over his pout. "What kind of girl do you take me for?"

"The kind who offers to let her brother nut in her mouth as a form of payment."

She nibbles at his bottom lip. "So do we have a deal?"

He nods. "Let's destroy the bitch."

Kathryn grins triumphantly before sliding off his lap and curling up beside him in the bed. Sebastian rolls to his side to face her. "I assume you're thinking a seduce and destroy strategy is called for."

"It is what you do best. However, this isn't like seducing your typical debutant slut. A special finesse is called for if you want—"

"Shit!"

"What?"

Sebastian slumps back on his pillow with a huff explaining, "Annette. She's coming with me today."

Kathryn rolls her eyes. "I told you we're putting the virgin princess on the back burner for the time being."

"I'm not ditching her." Not after he worked so hard to secure this date in the first place.

"Fine, I'll take care of her while you work on Sloan."

He catches her suggestive little smirk and shakes his head, "Nice try. Neither one of us is going to make a move on that girl until this is over with, agreed?"

"Agreed." They shake although Sebastian suspects Kathryn is mentally crossing his fingers behind her back. He knows he is. "Now that, that's out of the way, back to Sloan. I'm going to tell you exactly how you're going to handle this."

He rolls his eyes upwards, and huffs insulted, "Kathryn, I don't need instructions on how to fuck."

"Maybe not, but Sloan has certain…proclivities and I have to be sure you're not going to fuck this up. "So pay attention."

"Fine," he sighs, rolling over to his side. His gaze immediately falls to wear her robe has opened, giving him a very nice view of her breasts threatening to tumble out of her negligee. Sebastian slips a hand inside her robe and boldly gropes her. "Explain away, but I'm going to play with your tits while you do."

"Whatever keeps you focused."

"Oh my god, that's her!"

Kathryn turns as her idiot minion whispers excitedly at her ear. She follows her gaze across the room and spots the guest of honor making her way towards them.

Fuck, here we go.

Surrounded by her gaggle of useless friends, Kathryn must physically stop herself from rolling her eyes when they all start tittering with excitement that they're about to meet the Sloan Porter. She's been at the party for barely twenty minutes, and she had hoped she'd get to better prepare herself before their first face to face meeting in over a year or at least get a couple more drinks in her system first. She should have known her former mentor would not waste any time seeking her out. Finishing off her champagne with one sip, she sets her empty glass on a passing waiter's tray and fixes her face.

"Kathryn! You came," Sloan exclaims with breathless reverence as she leans in for an air kiss. "I was so worried you wouldn't be able to make it. I can imagine your schedule is just packed this summer."

As if I had a choice, she thinks bitterly to herself.

"Of course, you know I would never miss a famous Porter soiree. Sloan you look incredible."

For once she's not full of shit. Sloan does look incredible, even more so than in high school. At five foot eleven, she easily towers over almost every female in the room. Sloan has the kind of body that made men hard and women reach for the diet pills. But no matter how hard they worked out or how expensive the plastic surgeon, they would never look as good as her. Her silky blond hair is cut in a sleek bob sharp enough to cut glass. Her face is impeccably flawless, highlighted by her high cheekbones and bright blue eyes. Sloan could have been a model. When she was fifteen, she walked three shows during Fashion week until she decided modeling was beneath her. She had loftier ambitions than being a glorified mannequin, she told anyone who listened. And of course, they all listened.

The most infuriating thing about her though was that she could be half as beautiful as she was, and she would still be worshipped and adored. She is chic, she is stylish, she is elegance and grace personified. Sloan Porter never loses her cool and is always in control. It is why Kathryn spent most of her adolescence trying to be noticed by her and why she worked so hard to become her mentee. Of course, at the time, she had no idea what she was signing up for. Underneath all that poise and so called refinement, was a rotting core that made Kathryn's own dark side look wholesome in comparison. Just being this close to her again she finds herself equally repulsed and attracted.

"Thank you, but it's mostly this dress. Isn't it fabulous?" She runs a hand down her elegant black sheath dress, which definitely didn't subscribe to the red, white or blue dress-code she demanded everyone else follow. "Miuccia Prada, designed it especially for me after we spent last winter in St. Barts with her."

Kathryn curbs her urge to roll her eyes at her name dropping and simply remarks, "It's lovely."

"Oh Kat, I've missed you," she smiles taking her hand. Ignoring the fawning looks of adoration from her friends, she tugs her away with an airy, "Let's go catch up, somewhere more private. Excuse us."

She allows herself to be pulled along, sending an apologetic look to her minions. Sloan guides her back inside the house, through the throng of guests eager for her attention. Despite being the hostess she ignores them all, waving them off with smiles and a brush of her fingers. They climb the stairs to the second floor, which is blessedly free of guests and wander down endless empty corridors. The music becomes a faint dim the further they get away from the party.

The Porter summer home is much like it's owner, elegant, understated and sophisticated. Sitting on six acres, it boasts endless bedrooms, several floor to ceiling windows, an Olympic sized pool, a private spa, a guest cottage, a private boardwalk to the ocean and her nearest neighbor is Steven Spielberg. It isn't the Rosemond estate by any stretch, but it is impressive by Hamptons standards.

Sloan tugs her into a bedroom and closes the door. Kathryn's gaze sweeps the room, taking in the familiar furnishings. The last time she was in here was sophomore year, when Sloan was home for spring break and summoned her. She stares at the four poster bed in the center of the room and remembers being tied to it for hours. Kathryn's skin prickles with anticipation of what's to come.

Releasing her hand, Sloan brushes past her and makes a bee line for her vanity. "Ah, god I had to get out of there. Five more minutes of listening to Addison brag about hanging out with the Hadid's and I was going to put a bullet in my fucking mouth."

Kathryn smiles faintly as she floats around the room, pretending to be fascinated with her modest collection of books and art, while out of the corner of her eye she watches as Sloan starts cutting lines on her vanity. She snorts two then offers, "Want some?"

"No thank you." She has every intention of keeping her wits about her this afternoon.

"That's a switch, usually you can't get enough of it."

That's a lie. Sloan is a much bigger coke head then she could ever hope to be, but she lets the comment go, asking, "How's school?"

"Ugh, a total fucking horror show. I don't want to get into it." Cleaning the coke residual away with a swipe of her finger, she rubs it against her gums then gets to her feet. "I hear you're doing quite well. Student body president, head of the Whitney junior league. Becca says you're practically running Manchester."

"She's exaggerating."

"Oh please, spare me the bullshit modesty." Sloan takes a seat on her plush white sofa. Eyes blazing with illegal substances and confidence she tells her, "It's boring."

Kathryn turns around, meeting her stare. She's of course daring her to drop her Marcia Brady. Straightening her shoulders, she crosses her arms to her chest and tells her with an easy detachment, "Alright yes, I am doing quite well. I'm student body president for the second year in a row, I have early acceptance to Harvard, I'm being mentored by Julia Koch and everyone on the Upper East Side is lining up to lick my twat. Satisfied?"

Her face splits into a sharp grin, "Very. I knew investing my time in you would pay off. It's so satisfying seeing my little toy is thriving so spectacularly…at least in most aspects."

Kathryn's confidence dims and her smile falters at hearing that nickname she despises so, not to mention the clear implication about her less than successful love life. Before she has a chance to ruinate on it, Sloan asks, "Tell me, how are you spending the summer? I was surprised not to see you in Greece with Court."

Fuck, here it comes.

"Actually, I've been staying with Aunt Helen and Sebastian at the estate. The new headmaster's daughter is visiting and I thought it best I get to know her. Eliminate any potential threats as it were."

Sloan tilts her head and offers up that enigmatic smile. "Hmm, well as you know my family has been vacationing in Mykonos and I ran into Court there. He told me about your falling out. Of course, I don't believe a word he says about you." Kathryn can feel a cold sweat break-out along her neck, but she ignores it, remaining perfectly still. "Teenage boys can be so cruel and judgmental. I mean what right does he have to call you a bulimic headcase?"

Scrambling for purchase she says, "Yes, well, I must say he didn't take it well when I broke things off with him. I guess he's liable to spread any kind of nonsense around to make himself feel better."

Sloan says nothing for a long beat, she just stares her down, until Kathryn shifts uncomfortably. When she finally speaks her tone is dripping with condescension, "Kathryn, he told me all about Cecile Caldwell. Apparently, he's completely bestowed with her. I'm so sorry but there's no need to lie to me. We're friends, right?"

Friends. There's a four-letter word if she ever heard one.

"Of course," she replies, forcing a smile. "It's just humiliating, that girl is…well borderline retarded sounds harsh but somehow not harsh enough. She's a virgin, not surprisingly."

Sloan rolls her eyes, "Naturally. They love that don't they? Uncharted territory." She pats the cushion next to her and Kathryn obediently takes a seat. "You have nothing to be ashamed about. He's the asshole."

She's not ashamed, she pissed, and Sloan very well knows that. "Thanks Sloan, but not to worry. I have the situation well in hand. I have every intention of stomping out this little romance before it begins."

"I'm sure you do," she remarks, reaching out to caress her hair. "Of course, that's assuming someone doesn't let it slip that he dumped you for that virginal sophomore."

Kathryn's face falls at the obvious threat, "Sloan, you wouldn't…"

"Don't worry," she assures her with another radiant smile. "I take care of my own."

For whatever the fuck that's worth.

"So, changing topics, I assume you've heard I'm transferring to Columbia?"

"Um, yeah. Congratulations, but I thought you loved Yale?"

"Ugh, Yale is so pedestrian now, they let anyone in who can fake a rowing photo. Plus, my economics professor is a misogynistic asshole, the girls are lame. I had to get out of there. Besides, Andrew's father is running for re-election next year and you know Andrew is being groomed to take over his brother's seat in Congress in four years."

Kathryn nearly rolls her eyes at the mention of her asshole boyfriend. Andrew Lauder came from one of the most prominent republican families in the country. Sloan has been dating him since freshman year at college. He is blandly handsome but boring as hell and shit in bed. Kathryn knows from personal experience having fucked him last year. Sloan of course knows nothing about it.

"God, can you imagine the two of us on the campaign trail? His name and reputation, my ability to strategize. It will be epic." She stares off for a minute, no doubt dreaming about her future success as a politician's wife/Fox news anchor before coming back to herself. "Anyway, as you can surmise, I'm going to be just swamped with commitments so I'm going to need a strong number two. I think you'd be perfect for it."

I'd rather set myself on fire thank you very much. There is no fucking way she's spending her senior year as Sloan's personal slave, but she can't very well say that, so she treads carefully. "Thanks Sloan, but my plate is so full I'm afraid I won't be able to give you my full attention. But you know I know a ton of great girls who would love to work under you."

Sloan smiles in a way that doesn't meet her eyes then reaches for her, cupping her face in a tight grip. "Aw, baby. I'm not asking."

And there it is. Kathryn tries to pull away, but she just tightens her grip. "Sloan…"

"Unless you want everyone to know all your dirty secrets, I suggest you remember your place." Leaning in close she nuzzles against her nose and murmurs, "Remember little toy, I made you and I can destroy you just as easily."

Kathryn dearly wants to scratch her fucking eyes out, but she knows she can't. Not now, not when she is so close to destroying the wicked witch once and for all. So she plays along, one last time and replies in a subdued whisper, "Of course, I'm sorry Sloan."

"That's my good girl." Still cupping her face, she draws her forward and crushes her mouth to hers. Despite the fact that she does indeed loath her with every fiber of her being, Kathryn eagerly returns the kiss. Partly because she knows Sloan will threaten her or worse if she rejects her, but also because well, she enjoys it. Kathryn's never fully understood this part of herself that gets off at least a bit on letting Sloan dominate her. She's used to being the one in charge in the bedroom. It was only with Sloan that she willingly gave into her submissive side.

The kiss continues, gaining heat with Sloan, thrusting her tongue into her mouth, claiming her dominance over her. She then pulls away, leaving Kathryn panting and orders in a breathy whisper, "Get naked. I want to see you."

Kathryn blinks, taking the command in before shakily rising to her feet. Standing before her, she reaches for the tie behind her neck and loosens it allowing the front of her white silk jumpsuit to slid down. She then removes the rest of it, letting it fall to the floor at her feet and leaving her in a white push up bra and matching thong. Sloan looks her over like she's a prized mare, her eyes sliding down her body then back to her face. "All of it," she orders.

She nods and slowly draws the straps of her bra down before unhooking the front. She tosses it aside then slips out of her panties. When she's completely nude a faint smile grazes Sloan's lips. "You still shave, how thoughtful. These girls today still insist on a natural bush. It's tragic."

"I know what you like," she tells her, as if she has any effect on her grooming habits whatsoever.

This of course pleases her, and she nods. "Bend over."

She doesn't need further instruction. This is hardly the first time Sloan has made her do this. Kathryn turns, spreads her legs a little then bends over, touching the floor. She stays in this position until he calves begin to strain and her back aches while Sloan studies her. After what feels like forever she remarks passively, "Very nice. Okay, walk."

Kathryn straightens up then slowly struts across the room, letting her hips sway just so before turning around and waiting for further instruction. Sloan tilts her head. "Court really was a fucking idiot to let you go." Kathryn knows better to preen under the compliment, so she remains silent and waits for further instruction. "Crawl little toy."

She drops to her hands and knees and crawls across the hard wood and shag carpet until she's kneeling before her. Keeping eye contact with her, Sloan effortlessly removes her own panties from under her dress, then opens her long legs displaying her bare cunt. With her superior expression she orders, "Well, show me how much you missed me."

She knows she should be infuriated being ordered about like this, being forced to lick this bitch's twat and she is, but she is also very turned on. And that pissed her off something fierce.

Of course, Kathryn doesn't let any of that show. Instead, she slides her hands up her thighs and proceeds to eat the shit out of her. Knowing what Sloan likes she doesn't waste any time with any unnecessary foreplay. Instead, she spreads the lips of her sex apart and takes a long, deep lick inside of her. Sloan's hips jump off the couch and she reaches out grabbing a handful of her hair. Shit, there goes my chignon. Kathryn takes a minute to luxuriate in the heady taste of her, familiar and strange before getting down to work. She suckles at her engorged clit while alternately fucking her with a couple of fingers, angling for that spot inside her that will make her scream. Sloan's hand at her hair tightens, pulling it at the root. It hurts, but she likes it just the same. Sloan holds her in place while she shoves her hips up, nearly suffocating her with her cunt. Kathryn just eats her harder.

It doesn't take long before she's coming undone. She's panting loudly and her thighs are shaking from the effort to hold herself back until she finally cums with a desperate gasping moan. She floods Kathryn's mouth with girl cum and her thighs lock tight around her head, momentarily leaving her deaf. When she finally relents her grip and her body sags to the couch in temporary exhaustion, Kathryn realizes she said something to her.

"What was that?"

"I said, I always forget how good at that you are. I taught you well."

The bitch couldn't even let her have that. Kathryn remains kneeling before her as she stares up at Sloan who has her arm thrown over the back of the couch, an expression like a contented house cat covers her face.

Licking her lips she orders, "Come here."

Kathryn rises to her feet then straddles Sloan's bare thigh. The older girl slides her hands around her waist and tugs her forward, taking her erect nipple between her lips. She suckles her hard while her other hand massages the other. Kathryn releases a throaty moan, happy for at least a little relief. Sloan pulls off of her with a wet pop. "Show me how bad you want it."

Once again there's no need for further instruction. Having been through this scene more times than she can count, Kathryn begins to grind against her thigh, getting herself off. Back and forth, she humps her former mentor's leg. A slow smile spreads across Sloan's face as she grabs her wrists and pins them behind her back, forcing her breasts to arch. Kathryn continues to grind, lost in her own humiliation and pleasure. When she feels Sloan's fingers just gently ghost against her clit she cries out making the other girl laugh. "Christ, I forget how wet your pussy gets. Always so desperate for it, aren't you my little slut."

Kathryn gives a shaky nod as she continues to grind. Just as she feels her orgasm is in sight Sloan commands, "Enough. You're going to ruin my dress." She stops panting with irritation. Somewhere Sebastian is laughing himself silly at her ordeal. "I want you to get up and walk to the window."

This was a new one. Shakily she gets to her feet the needy throb between her legs taunting her, and stares at the floor to ceiling windows that cover the back wall. Hesitantly she walks towards them only to stop when she stares at the very active party going on below. This crazy bitch can't be serious, she thinks. There's no way she's going to put herself on display for all of upper crust Manhattan to see. She pauses and looks back at Sloan who is watching her dispassionately with her arms crossed. "Sloan I…"

"Do it, press those pretty little titties against the glass. Show them what they're missing." When Kathryn just stares at her and shakes her head she sighs. "Okay, let me put it to you this way. You don't do this, and I'll make sure everyone knows about spring break at Ibiza."

Kathryn flinches at the threat remembering that very fun but very debauched spring break trip. Realizing she was fucked she turns back to the window and slowly approaches it. Staring down at the people gathered below she waits for them to see her standing there bare assed naked. She waits but nothing comes. She even notices one older man look up in her direction, but he has no expression. What the hell?

She nearly jumps when she feels Sloan come up behind her and press a hand to back, pressing her further into the window. Sliding her hands around her waist she whispers in her ear, "It's mirrored glass, idiot. You didn't really think I'd make you put yourself on display for everyone, did you?" Her laugh is sharp and cruel.

Fucking cunt.

"You used to be smarter than that baby." Her hand slides down her back and then firmly smacks her ass. Kathryn jumps, crying out in surprise. It soon morphs into a moan when she feels her slide two fingers inside her hungry pussy.

"Never forget bitch, you belong to me." Sloan runs her nose down her neck and orders, "Now, I want to hear you beg…"

The party is not exactly what Annette was expecting. Back home in Kansas, Fourth of July parties meant barbecue, cut off shorts and hotdogs. But in the Hamptons, it meant champagne, catered hors d'oeuvres she couldn't pronounce and famous people. So many famous people Annette can't keep count. Everywhere she looks there is some actor, musician, politician or influencer. Everyone is dressed in beautiful, expensive couture as they swain around this lavish, beautiful house. It is like something out of a movie.

She should probably feel more out of place than she does, wearing her pretty but cheap floral sundress she got from the discount rack at Macy's. However, thanks to Sebastian she doesn't even think of it. Actually, she's having the time of her life. He knows everybody and he introduces her to everyone, never making her feel awkward or like she doesn't belong. He's charming and attentive and sweet. It's almost unnerving how good at this he is. Even though logically she knows this is all part of some larger game, she finds for the time being anyway, she doesn't mind his attention a bit. She's rather enjoying it.

Annette excuses herself to use the bathroom and he kisses her cheek and promises to introduce her to senator Gillibrand. She makes her way through the party that continues on inside and searches for a bathroom. Somehow, she manages to get herself turned around, so she wanders upstairs. It's quiet and she knows she probably shouldn't be up there, but her need to pee circumnavigates any desire to be a good guest. Annette wanders into a small white colored office that look like it belongs on a Pinterest board and makes an immediately beeline toward the attached bathroom.

The bathroom is huge, with a giant jacuzzi tub, glass enclosed shower, and heated floors. There's another door on the far side of the room. Who the hell has a bathroom like this off their office? The rich really are different, she thinks.

It's not until she's almost done peeing that she hears the moaning on the other side of the door. Her first thought is that someone is hurt. Then she realizes it's two very distinct voices she's hearing. You would think at this point she could tell when two people were having sex. Hell, she should have a P.H.D in it by now.

Annette finishes up and has every intention of getting the hell out of there but then she hears it. A very specific high-pitched cry. She would know it anywhere. Kathryn. Who the hell could she possibly be having sex with an hour into the party?

Now curious beyond all belief, Annette stares at the second door of the bathroom. She knows rationally she should get the hell out of there, but she can't turn off her ragging curiosity or the sudden insistent throbbing between her legs. Grasping the glass handle of the door, Annette slowly inches the door open, holding her breath the whole time. Peering around the corner she silently gasps at what she finds.

It's Kathryn alright. She's completely naked, bent over the side of a couch, her face, pink and sweaty, pressed against the white cushions. She looks completely wrecked. Behind her stood a tall, blond girl, gripping her hips as she frantically thrust against Kathryn's ass. Annette isn't sure exactly what she's watching but she realizes she's very turned on. The sounds of their bodies crashing together, the sweat, the grind. It is animalistic. It's…well, hot.

The blond grabs a fist full of Kathryn's hair and jerks her upwards. Holding her in place, she continues to slam her hips against her ass, while her hands grope her breasts violently. "You like this my little toy?"

"Y-yes," Kathryn cries out, her face twisted in a kind of desperation Annette's never seen before. "Please…please…"

The woman slaps her hard on the ass, the sound making Annette flinch. "Speak, you dumb little bitch."

"More," she whimpers, "Give me more."

"Earn it then," she growls against her ear.

Still gripping her by the hair, she abruptly shoves her to her knees. The sound of her hitting the hard wood is loud enough, Annette can hear it clear across the room. Kathryn winces but doesn't object. What the hell is happening here? Never in a million years did she ever imagine she'd see haughty bitch Kathryn Merteuil act so subservient. It is so completely different from how she behaves with Sebastian or anyone else for that matter.

It's then Annette notices what she thought was a belt around the mean blonde girl's waist is actually some kind of harness and it had a large black dildo attached to it. She's fucking her with a strap on. Annette feels like a moron for not recognizing it sooner, but then again, what kind of experience did she have with such things? Fascinated she watches as without further prompting Kathryn starts fellating the fake plastic cock, her mouth bobbing frantically as she sucks and slurps at the toy.

"Touch yourself," the blonde barks as she begins ramming her hips against her stuffed mouth. Kathryn chokes and steadies herself against the couch. Obediently she slips her hand between her thighs.

This doesn't last long before she once again is jerking Merteuil to her feet, snarling, "That's enough you greedy little slut. Back in position."

Once again Kathryn bends over the side of the couch, presenting her ass for mounting. The blonde wastes no time slamming back into her body. Only this time she doesn't move. She grabs Kathryn's wrists and pins them behind her back, then she slaps her ass again. "Alright slut, show me how bad you want it," she spits. "Fuck yourself on my big cock."

Annette can feel her own nipples throb with excitement at the hash command. She desperately wants to touch herself as she watches this depraved scene, but she doesn't dare chance it. She is playing with fire as it is being this close. So instead, she remains rooted on the spot, barely breathing as she watches Kathryn begin to ram herself back, effectively fucking herself on the toy. The other girl meanwhile begins squeezing and playing with her ass, her fingers sliding between her cheeks. Kathryn seems to buck harder in response.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" the girls taunts. "If you want that finger in your ass you better work for it, slut."

Kathryn whimpers, erratically throwing her hips backwards. She tosses her head so she's facing Annette's direction. Suddenly she notices how her gaze narrows and becomes more focused, until…

She's staring right at her.

Annette's breath catches in her throat when she realizes she's been caught. She waits, expecting to see some kind of embarrassment or shame take hold of Kathryn's expression but it doesn't happen.

Instead, her face breaks into that familiar predatory grin. Then she moans louder, slams his hips harder. "Oh god…oh fuck…give me that finger…please…put it in my ass…"

Kathryn doesn't care that she saw her like that. She wants her to see it. She's enjoying it.

Annette abruptly closes the door and then stands on the other side of it panting loudly. Her legs feel like jello and her heart is beating wildly in her chest, but she ignores it. She flees the bathroom, running from whatever the hell she just witnessed. A heady mixture of embarrassment and desire spur her on as she makes her way back to the party.

She pushes past guests desperate for air and sunshine. Desperate to put at much distance between what she just saw and herself. As if that will somehow absolve her. Annette's so lost in her own head she doesn't notice when she runs right into someone. It's Sebastian. He turns around, steadying her, concern etched on his face. "Hey, are you alright?"

She blinks, coming back to herself. "Um, yeah, just too much sun," she lies.

"How about we go down to the beach. You want to go swimming?"

Annette thinks of the cool water against her overheated skin and suddenly there is nothing she wants more. "Yeah, that sounds great."

"That was nice," Kathryn remarks as she ties her hair back in a tight, fixed bun. "I missed this."

Of the many adjectives she would use to describe the scene that just transpired, nice would not be one of them. Hot? Sure. Deranged? Most definitely. Humiliating? Hell yes. It sure as shit wasn't nice. She's bruised and sore and she's barely going to be able to sit down for the rest of the day without wincing. However, she can't have Sloan suspicious that she's anything more than her willing disciple, so she plays the part of the pathetic little underling, eager for her love and approval. Naturally, Sloan is a real bitch about it.

"You're not going full dyke on me are you?"

Kathryn looks away affecting a look of hurt, "No it's just…I missed you. No one gets me like you do." Barf.

Sloan isn't impressed as she brushes her off with an errant, "I missed you too, but cut it with this maudlin crap, would you? I need you at your full bitch capacity."

"Of course, Sloan." Kathryn stands and slips back in her heels. "I should get back to the party anyway, I'm sure my brother is wondering where I went."

She purposely slips a reference to Sebastian in there, hoping she'll take the bait. Sure enough, she doesn't disappoint. Sloan's eyes flicker with interest but her tone strives for casual as she asks, "How is that brother of yours? He's acquired quite the reputation since his middle school days. Is that story about him and princess whats-her-name true?"

"Yes unfortunately," she sighs.

"What a pervert." Only Sloan could make that sound like a compliment.

"Yes, but maybe not for long." When the older girl looks at her in interest, Kathryn smiles and takes a seat across from her. "Can you keep a secret?"

"What are we twelve? Of course."

"Well remember I told you the new headmaster's daughter is staying with us? Well, she wrote some article about saving herself for true love or some bullshit. Not surprisingly Sebastian set his sights on her. He never could turn down uncharted pussy. However, turns on the joke is on him. He claims he's falling for her. For real."

"Ew"

"I know right? I thought he was just full of shit, but he hasn't slept with a single girl since they met. I think he's on the level. It would be sweet if it wasn't so pathetic."

Sloan stares off in thought a minute before a slow, calculating spreads across her face. "I bet I could dismantle that little love affair if I wanted."

Kathryn let's her face fall in alarm. "Sloan, don't…he's happy. Maybe for the first time in his miserable life."

"Oh, grow up Kathryn. He's pussy whipped and I'm just the bitch to cure him of that."

She stands up and grabs the older girl's arm. "Please, you can't do this."

Sloan tosses her hand off and laughs meanly. "Careful little toy, that sounds an awfully lot like an order." Grabbing her chin she adds icily, "You know better than that."

"Sorry," she whispers.

"Remember your place." Sloan releases her then brushes past. "Now, I have to get back to my party. Oh, before I forget. Andrew is having a few of his frat brothers back to his place in the city later tonight. I'd like you to come along to entertain them."

"Entertain them?" She echoes incredulously.

"What you want me to spell it out for you? Be sweet and charming, then show off what a good little cock sucker you are." She pauses checking her reflection in the mirror. "You know the drill."

The bitch has been back for two less than twenty-four hours and already she's making arrangements to pimp her out to her boyfriend's scuzzy friends. God, she was going to enjoy dismantling her life.

Kathryn nods. "Of course Sloan."

She smiles, blows a fake kiss and heads back to the party, leaving Kathryn alone. The fake pleasant expression on her face falls away as she gets up out of her chair and closes the door. Walking over to the bookshelf she removes the micro-camera she set there earlier and moves it to a location closer to the bed.

Sloan taught her many important lessons over the years but by the far the most important was this: Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. The evil cunt will never see it coming.