With Voyeuristic Intention
Chapter 14:
The Premier Tramp of the New York Area
"I'm so sorry Annette. I didn't want to tell you like this."
Somehow, she doesn't believe her. Staring into Sloan's beautiful face, fixed in an obvious look of contrition, Annette's first instinct is to laugh and call bullshit. Even if she hadn't been well informed about the other girl's deviousness, she still wouldn't have believed her. And it wasn't because what she was accusing her date of was out of the realm of possibility. In fact, she might even be telling the truth about Sebastian. It's her motivation she doesn't buy. The older girl is clearly salivating to tell her this news and stir up some kind of drama.
Knowing she has to tread carefully Annette keeps her own expression measured. "So, you're saying Sebastian hit on you?"
She nods solemnly, "I'm afraid so. He was flirting pretty heavily and then the next like I know he's groping my ass and saying…well it's too crude to repeat. I reminded him I had a boyfriend, but that didn't seem to faze him. When I mention you, he told me 'What Annette doesn't know, won't hurt her.'" She shakes her head as if it's all too shocking to contemplate. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Sebastian's always had a crush on me. It was awful, back in high school he used to stalk me. I even had to get a restraining order against him. Anyway, I thought he was over it."
"A restraining order?" Annette repeats incredulously. That sure doesn't sound like the rakishly lazy boy she knows.
"Yes, it was a whole thing, I don't want to get into it. I just thought you had the right to know. I respect you far too much to keep this a secret."
"You barely know me," she tells her plainly.
Sloan flinches, obviously surprised by her blunt remark. Something tells her, she's probably not used to people being frank with her given how eager everyone seems to be to kiss her entitled ass. But Annette's annoyed she's being pulled into whatever game was going on between her and the stepsiblings and she is sick of being everyone's little pawn.
"You're right, I just…thought you had a right to know that the boy you're in love with is clearly just using you. Sebastian is not a good guy he's—"
"I'm sorry," she interjects. "In love with?" This time she does laugh. "Uh, where would you get an idea like that?"
"Well, he brought you as his date didn't, he? And after what I witnessed down at the beach, I just assumed…"
"That was nothing," Annette tells her. Knowing she has to squash this before it gets out that she's dating Sebastian, she tells her, "Honestly, I was just humoring him. Which granted wasn't the smartest thing to do on a beach filled with people, but the truth is Sebastian, and I are just friends. I have a boyfriend actually, who I love very much and while Sebastian is charming, he's far from the kind of guy I'm interested in."
"Really?"
Annette nods. "Look Sloan, I appreciate you trying to warn me or whatever this is, but really it's not necessary and frankly, I'd like it if you just kept me out of whatever's going on between you and Sebastian. This has nothing to do with me."
She turns to leave, feeling pretty good about how she dealt with this strange situation. Later, when she thinks back on it however, she realizes she handled it all wrong. She should have just given Sloan what she clearly wanted—tears, anger, drama. By being honest and not withering under her intimidating stature she proved herself interesting, and possibly useful, which was catnip for someone like Sloan Porter.
"Well, it seems I misjudged you," she calls out to her departing back. When Annette stops and looks back at her she continues, "Here I thought you were just another insipid girl dumb enough to fall for Sebastian's shit, but clearly I was wrong. I enjoy being surprised every now and then."
"You're welcome, I guess?" she tells her, wishing dearly she could exit out of this conversation, but Sloan seems determined to keep her there.
"You're funny," she tells her, although she not laughing and barely smiling. She stares at Annette for a long beat, her head tilted in thought. Annette shifts her weight uncomfortable. She's rarely self-conscious but something about Sloan makes her uneasy. Finally, she speaks, "You know, I'm relocating back to New York this fall and transferring to Columbia."
"That's great, congratulations."
"Well, I'm transferring from Yale, it's not really an upgrade, but my boyfriend Andrew Lauder needs me close, you know this being election season and all."
"Oh, wow, that makes sense." Annette nods not sure why she's telling her all this.
Sloan pushes off the sofa she is leaning against and positions herself closer to her. "Anyway, I'm going to be super busy as you can imagine, my social calendar is just a nightmare, and I could really use some help. You know keeping up on things, appointments, schoolwork and making sure god forbid I don't call some senators wife the wrong name by mistake."
This is such a weird conversation. "Like a personal assistant."
"Not quite, more like a mentorship. You see Annette, every year I like to pick a girl I think has a lot of potential. You know someone like you. Smart, intelligent, capable of discretion. I offer advice, support and of course access to my many resources. In return all I expect is your loyalty. I think we could make a good team."
Annette feels a chill run through her as she takes in Sloan's bizarrely serene smile. God, it felt like the devil offering up keys to the kingdom in exchange for her immortal soul. She can't really think she'd be interested in this, could she? "Um Sloan, that's a very tempting offer, but unfortunately I don't think I'll have time. I'm just getting my footing in New York and with starting a new school and all I don't think it's possible but thank you! It's really flattering you'd consider me."
Sloan tilts her head, and her smile becomes sharper. "Oh sweetie, it wasn't a request."
"Sorry?"
Invading her personal space, she runs a hand down Annette's hair, and she has to visibly stop herself from flinching away. "You're not really going to make me resort to threats, are you?" She rolls her eyes but continues, "Did you know I head the alumni committee at Manchester? I actually met your father last year when he was interviewing. Such a lovely man and handsome! Hmm, I wonder what he would think if I told him how I walked in on you getting your virginity fucked out of you by the school man whore? He'd probably be so disappointed in you."
Annette gapes in shock. "He…he wouldn't believe you."
"Oh, I don't know, I can be pretty convincing if I want." She pulls out her phone then shows off a pic of her making out with Sebastian in the sand. "Not to mention the photographic evidence. And even if he doesn't believe me, I bet that boyfriend of yours would. Not to mention I dormed with the editor of Seventeen's daughter. I tell her about this, and she'd probably have to print a retraction. How embarrassing. I imagine it will be hard to get into an ivy league after that."
She's shaking now, either out of fear or anger she can't tell. "Y-you can't," Annette stutters lamely. She can feel tears prickling her eyes and now she really is pissed.
This only makes Sloan snicker. "I can do whatever I want baby, I'm Sloan fucking Porter and you're a nobody from Kansas." She cups her face and leans close, licking her lips, "You're going to look so cute kneeling before me."
"There you are!" Annette jerks away from Sloan and turns to find a smiling Kathryn standing in the doorway. She never in her life thought she'd be so happy to see her. "I've been looking everywhere for you. There's someone I'm dying to introduce you to."
She struts forward and takes Annette by the arm, leading her away. Throwing a look over her shoulder she asks their host, "Sloan you don't mind if I borrow her for a minute, do you?"
An icy chill comes over the statuesque blonde as she crosses her arms and replies coolly, "Not at all. We'll talk later Annette."
The hell we will. As she allows herself to be dragged from the room one horrifying question buzzes through her brain: When did Kathryn Merteuil become my savior?
"Okay, drink up."
Kathryn hands the shaking mid-westerner a glass of whiskey, half expecting her to turn her nose up at it. She surprises her by not only taking it but downing the whole thing in one sip. She doesn't even flinch. Her surprise must be written on her face because the blonde looks up at her from her position on the sofa and mutters dryly, "Rich kids don't have a monopoly on drinking."
"Noted." She takes a seat on the other end of the sofa and gives her a long appraisal. "Better?"
Annette shakes her head. "Not really. God, what the hell is wrong with that girl?"
"What exactly did I walk in on?" Kathryn had only caught the tail end of the convo, only enough to hear Sloan lay down some threat. It had been enough to pique her interest and intervene.
"She offered me some kind of 'mentorship' and when I politely declined, she tried to blackmail me with some pictures she took of me and Sebastian."
"Oh, and what were you doing in these pictures?"
Annette threw her a look. "It doesn't matter. She threatened to show them to my father and Trevor. Plus, she somehow knows the editor of Seventeen? God, what am I going to do?"
While Kathryn isn't necessarily sympathetic to Annette's plight and she still detests the self-righteous farmgirls simplistic morals, her hatred and desire to see Sloan brought down far outweighs that. In other words, she is team Annette in this fight. At least lending her a sympathetic ear will help soften up the blonde and edge her closer to winning that bet.
"Sloan's greatest gift is pinpointing her competitors deepest fears. You fear damaging your reputation, so she threatened that."
"That's not my greatest fear. I mean yes, I care what people think of me and a good reputation helps of course with getting ahead in this world and getting into a good school and…" Annette frowns. "Oh god, am I really that shallow?"
Kathryn snickers. "Even the virtuous and pious have their flaws." She reaches for the decanter of whiskey she took from the bar and refills their glasses. "Anyway, I wouldn't worry about it. Sloan Porter isn't long for this world."
"Okay that's the second time I've heard a cryptic comment regarding this girl. The first time was from your brother. Are you two planning something?"
She takes a long pull of her drink and says, "Maybe. Why, you want in?"
Annette shakes her head. "No, I don't want to hurt her. I just want her to leave me alone."
Kathryn rolls her eyes. "If we're going to be friends, I'm going to need you to be less of a girl scout."
"Kathryn, we are not friends."
"And after I went through all the trouble of rescuing you. Fine," she slips a hand onto her knee and teases, "We'll just be fuck buddies then."
Annette's cheeks immediately heat, and her eyes momentarily widen. "Hard no." She brushes her off, but she doesn't look panicked liked she did when Sloan was touching her. Actually, she looks like she's trying not to smile. "Jeez, you're worse than your brother." Before Kathryn can object to that she continues, "Speaking of which, Sloan said something to me weird about Sebastian."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, she claims he stalked her back in high school, which is weird as he seems to openly despise her. What exactly happened between the two of them?"
She's fairly certain Sebastian wouldn't want her sharing this story, but oh well. Besides, it's too good not to. Running her finger over the rim of her glass Kathryn launches into her tale. "You know how in junior high, everyone kind of goes through an awkward phase. Puberty, acne, body odor?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Well, that wasn't Sebastian. That boy was beautiful even back then. It was kind of infuriating actually." She shakes her head, "Anyway, as you can imagine, he was quite popular, and he took advantage of it. He started getting a reputation, so much so that even Sloan, who was three years older, and the most beloved queen Manchester had seen in over a decade noticed. Naturally, she couldn't resist giving him a turn, only Sebastian blew her off. As you can imagine, Sloan didn't like that."
"He rejected a beautiful high school queen bee?" Annette asks skeptically.
"Sebastian's always been a bizarrely good judge of character. Apparently, he saw the crazy on the wall a lot sooner than everyone else. In retrospect he probably would have saved himself a lot of grief if he had just thrown her a fuck and been done with it. But sadly, he didn't. A few weeks later Sloan started receiving these threatening emails. I want to see what your insides look like kind of shit. Her bedroom got trashed, pics of her showering got plastered all over school and she found her cat dead in her locker. All the notes and incidents were left with the same signature: floppy bear. When the police got involved, they discovered the email was sent from Sebastian's computer, the pictures were taken using his expensive, rare camera. They even had video of him depositing the dead cat in her locker."
Annette took this all-in slack jawed. "Wait, did he really do all of that?"
"Of course not, the crazy bitch set him up. I found out later she was fucking some AV nerd who she conned into helping her with the video and she must have snuck into his bedroom when she was visiting me. The school board of course threatened to expel him and hand him over to the police, but Sloan being the sweet, good-natured girl she is, just asked for a restraining order and an apology. God, I've never seen Valmont so furious."
"She killed her own cat because a boy rejected her?" she asked. "That's so deranged."
"Well, that's Sloan."
"So, what happened after? I would think Sebastian would be ostracized after something like that."
"A beautiful, charming boy worth billion ostracized on the Upper East Side?" Kathryn scoffs. "Honey, he could butcher his whole family and girls would still be lining up to fuck him. He had a rough road at first but nothing fucking a world-famous super model and financing an epic school trip to Belize couldn't fix. In the end it only helped to strengthen his whole bad boy rep. Still, Sebastian never forgot."
"He never tried to get revenge on her?"
"Oh, he tried." Kathryn snickered at the memory. "To say it didn't go well is an understatement. Freshman year, he pretended to make amends with her and it seemed to work. I think his grand plan involved fucking her and rejecting her or something. Anyway, it blew up in his face during the school ski trip. It involved a hot tub, handcuffs and some ex-lax…I'll spare you the details."
Annette's pert little nose turns up and she laughs, "Aw, poor Sebastian."
"Safe to say, after that experience my dear brother gave up any hope of getting even."
"Until today, that is?" Kathryn says nothing, just smirks around the edge of her glass.
Annette studies her for a long beat. "I'm curious where you fall in all of this."
Kathryn shrugs. "Unlike you, I took her up on her mentorship offer." When she shoots her a judgmental look she replies defensively, "I was thirteen and hungry for all things she had to offer. Sloan more than upheld her end of the bargain, she taught me a lot and in return she made my freshman year of high school fucking miserable."
"I can believe that only…never mind." Annette abruptly rises to her feet and sets her glass down. "Um, I should probably get back to the party before your brother sends a search party."
Not wanting to leave the conversation there, especially when it was leaning in such an interesting direction, Kathryn follows after her. "What were you going to say?"
"Nothing, I…" Annette turns around, her clear blue eyes wide and shifty. Kathryn can practically see the internal war playing out over her face. The girl should never play poker.
"Spit it out Dorothy."
Her gaze narrows briefly, and she puts her hands on her hips, half exasperated. "If you hate her so much, why were you having sex with her earlier?"
Kathryn smirks. "I was wondering when you'd get around to asking me about that. You really do have a thing for hanging out in doorways, don't you?"
"I wasn't hanging out," she huffs. "I was trying to go the bathroom and there you were. Stop evading the question."
"Alright, since you're so curious." Holding her stare Kathryn edges closer to her. Almost instinctually, Annette back away until she's flush against the bar of the study. "I fucked Sloan, or to be more accurate, let Sloan fuck me because I wanted to. Despite the fact that I loathe the bitch with every fiber of my being she's still a hot fuck."
She makes a face and mutters quietly, "I don't…"
"I know you have some flowery notion that people should be in love to have sex, but some of the best sex you'll ever have is with people you outright loath."
"I don't believe that. Sex should be special, sacred. Not something you give away at the drop of a hat."
"You have a lot of opinions about something you've never actually experienced. You know the expression, thin line between love and hate? It's true. They're the same, just amplified to the extreme."
Kathryn brushes a strand of her flaxen hair out of her face and continues, "Like right now you're probably thinking all sort of nasty things about me. How I'm an arrogant bitch, how you'd like nothing more than to put me in my place. Now, imagine this," Kathryn presses herself into her, settling her hands on Annette's hips, she slips her thigh between her legs. The softest little gasp falls from her lips. Mouth to her ear she continues, "That anger coursing through your veins, lighting you on fire as I'm holding you down and touching you where you want it most." She rocks her hip, grinding gently against her. She smiles when she feels the heat against her leg. Annette releases a choked gasp, her eyes wide in her heart shaped face.
"See what I mean?"
"I…uh…"
Kathryn holds her stare for a beat then steps away, watching amused as a shaken Annette tries to process. "Well, I think I made my case. I should be getting back. See you later Dorothy."
With a triumphant smirk she makes her exit. No doubt poor little Annette will have quite the restless night's sleep after that, tossing and turning as she thinks all those dark, nasty things she can't bear to think about.
Kathryn's heading down the empty foyer, on her way back to the party, where dinner is likely already being served. She come to an abrupt stop when Sloan pops out of the doorway in front of her. She startles, "Jesus, you scared me."
Looking none too pleased she hisses, "We need to talk."
We need to talk.
Upstairs, second bedroom on the right. Bring a bottle of Patron.
Sebastian reads the text and frowns. His first instinct is to just ignore it as he's had more than his fair share of Sloan Porter for one day. However, as the minutes tick by his curiosity gets the better of him. Was she after a repeat performance or did she have a more sinister agenda?
Dinner has just been served. The party is all gathered under two long white tents, sitting family style, dinning on lobster and clams. It's all very faux-rustic, Martha Stewart chic. Sebastian's so bored out of his fucking mind listening to some tech-bro wax poetic about his Lamborghini and two Instagramers discussing the latest YouTube drama, that the prospect of dealing with his psychotic middle school tormentor, feels like a welcome reprieve.
"I'll be right back I have to make a phone call," he murmurs against Annette's ears. She's trying to follow along as another tech bro explains cryptocurrency to her. "Are you good?"
She flashes him an easy smile, "Yeah I'm fine."
Sebastian makes his escape, heading back into the house. When he arrives at the upstairs bedroom, he pauses when hears muffled voices on the other side. He opens the door surprised to find Kathryn sitting beside Sloan on the bed. "What are you doing here?" she asks echoing his thoughts.
"I could ask you the same question, sis."
He slips into the room and closes the door behind him, warily eying the pile of cocaine sitting on a coffee table book between them. This can't be good. Sloan bends down to do a fat line. When she pops back up she brushes at her nose. "Finally," she greets him, arm outstretched reaching for the bottle of booze. "What took you so long?"
"I got held up getting that," he lies easily, as he watches his stepsister do a line as well.
Sloan, who is noticeably gigglier than she was the last time he saw her, gets up from the bed, wobbling slightly as she makes her way over to the desk. She messily pours out some shots. "I thought we could have a little party, just the three of us."
"Funny, I thought the placed I just left was your party," he drawls, taking a seat beside Kathryn. He shoots her a look and she, appearing decidedly less fucked up than Sloan, just shrugs.
"Ugh, I'm already over it. Everyone interesting has left. I thought we could have our own private party." She totters forward, thrusting two shots at them. Sebastian reluctantly takes it and downs it quickly. Sloan grins. "Good boy, now take a hit."
He stares at the cocaine with little interest. While he doesn't engage in it as regularly as Kathryn, Sebastian isn't opposed to snorting some bumps especially if it's at a party. However, he wants to keep his wits about him tonight, especially if he's going to try to go for gold with Annette later. With a bored sigh he tells her, "No thanks."
Her eyes become noticeably harder, and it occurs to him she might not be as sloppy as she appears. "Don't be a pussy, floppy bear," she sneers. "Do a fucking line."
"Or what?" he challenges. "I'm not one of your little minions Sloan, you have no power over me."
Her eyes light up like a child at Christmas. Clearly, she was hoping he'd say that. "Because if you don't, I'm going to tell that sweet little girlfriend of yours what you did to me this afternoon." Brushing aside her blond hair, she pulls back her halter top to show off the bruises he left on her neck. He'd bet his inheritance those aren't the only ones on her. Not wanting to deal with the drama, Sebastian releases a tired sigh as he leans in and obediently snorts a line. It burns his naval cavity and make him feel edgy. "There, can I leave now?"
He makes for the door only for her to pull him back. "No," she tells him, wrapping herself around him. Nuzzling his face, she turns to Kathryn and says, "Do you know, I fucked both of you today?" She then laughs like it's the funniest thing she's ever heard.
Kathryn rolls her eyes and gets to her feet. "Sloan, I should really be getting back."
The blonde grabs her before she can make an exit. "Oh, you're not going anywhere my little toy," she purrs menacingly at her. "Party's just getting started."
Little toy? Sebastian cocks an eyebrow at his sister who looks away. He always knew Sloan ran power games over her, but he wasn't sure how far it went. Interesting.
Sloan flops back on the bed, the bottle of Patron in her hand and looks them over with a self-satisfied grin. No doubt she thinks of them as her puppets. The bitch has no idea they were just bidding their time until next week when they could take her down right before her speech at the National Young Republican conference.
"You know I always had this fantasy," she tells them, dipping her finger in the cocaine and licking it off. "What would it be like to have a three-way with siblings? I've never fucked family before. You two aren't blood of course, but you're close enough. Practically grew up together. So, what do you say, are you up for it?"
Sebastian had to give her this much, the crazy bitch has balls. Kathryn is decidedly less impressed with the idea. "Absolutely not, that's revolting Sloan," she huffs. "He's my brother. You're going to far."
"You can never go too far," she tells them, and Sebastian has the video evidence of that.
"Well in this case you can," Sebastian tells her. "It's not fucking happening."
Her eyes flash at the challenge, "Wanna bet?"
"I'm not doing it Sloan," Kathryn spits, and he can't tell if she's actually this angry or if it's just for show.
She starts for the door only for their hostess to call out, "Take another step and I'll tell everyone about Ibiza."
Kathryn spins back around, eyes flashing in fury and snarls, "What, that I blew a couple of tourists while you had a gang bang with the cabana boys? Go ahead."
"I was thinking more of the after party, remember, back in my room with Calvin Fisher? Sebastian you should know your sis is very flexible and quite the size queen. She took both those cocks like a champ. You don't play ball and make my little fantasy a reality, I'll tell everyone about that night and Calvin with back me up."
His sister seemed to be visible shaking at the thought. "Sloan, please don't make me do this," she pleads, voice trembling. "I'll do anything."
"Oh, honey, I know you will." She grins wolfishly, "Now get naked and climb on your brother's cock."
Sebastian's eyebrows raise as he watches Kathryn reluctantly start to remove her clothes. He honestly doesn't know if she was for real or not. Kathryn wouldn't really go along with this, would she? Maybe she was just waiting for him to object. "Look Sloan, this has gone far enough—"
"Valmont, spare me the false heroics. We both know you're dying to fuck her. I know your tastes and I've seen the way you look at her. You sick fuck, your own sister. She's probably the only girl who's ever been truly out of reach. Well, here I am handing her to you on a silver platter."
"You're fucking twisted."
She just snickers as Kathryn, stripped down her to her white push up bra and matching panties slowly approaches him. With her back turned from Sloan the pathetic look on her face morphs into a sinister smirk. Oh fuck, she is most definitely up to something.
With Kathryn standing before him Sloan barks out, "Touch him." Reluctantly she places her hands on his chest. He has to give her this much, his sis is a hell of an actress. She is shaking and practically whimpering all the while her gaze remains sharp and knowing. "Now feel his cock."
She sniffles as if crying and slow as molasses, brings her hand to rest on his groin. She gasps and looks up at him with faux horror. "You're hard?"
"What can I say sis, I've always had a thing for you."
"You're disgusting."
"You ain't seen nothing yet." Grasping her by the hips he pulls her into him before shoving her back on the bed. Even though he suspects she won't go through with this, his cocaine riddled libido doesn't care. "Spread your legs," he barks, unfastening his belt. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do this."
He crawls on top of her, pausing briefly to look over at Sloan who is watching them with rapid interest, her hand already making its way between her legs. He cups Kathryn's face and leans in to kiss her before she turns and looks over at their hostess. "Before we go any further, Sloan I need you to do something."
"And what is that?"
"Turn around."
Her nose wrinkles in confusion but she does as asked. Kathryn then reaches for a remote idling on the bed and turns on the TV in the corner. The screen instantly fills with the image of him ruthlessly fucking Sloan's ass while she begs for more.
Sloan audible croaks, her eyes wide as saucers. "What the fuck is this?"
"Well, it appears to be you getting railed six ways to Sunday," Kathryn offers helpfully.
Sebastian slaps his forehead. "Oh man, did I forget to tell you, we were being filmed? My bad."
"You son of a bitch!"
The blonde turns around and lunges for him, but Kathryn pushes her off. "Knock it off."
He rises to his feet getting out of the line of fire while Kathryn stands between them. "Give me that goddamn tape," she hisses, reminding him a little of that freaky girl from The Exorcist. "I swear to god Kathryn I will fucking ruin you."
"Oh, what are you going to do, spread some lies around about me? Go ahead. You know what's stronger than the mighty reputation of Sloan Porter? The internet. You say one fucking word about me to anyone and everyone will find out what a twisted cunt you really are."
Sloan shakes her head smiling, "I'm not afraid of you. You're nothing but a little toy Kathryn, a little toy I like to play with. You can't touch me."
"Wanna bet?" Kathryn fast forwards to the part of the video where she demands he piss on her. "I wonder how you're future father-in-law will react when he sees video of Sloan Porter begging the man whore of the UES to make her his toilet? Let's find out."
Kathryn pulls out her phone only for Sloan to leap up and try to grab it. "No! You can't."
"Can't I?" She shoves her back down on the bed.
Wide eyed and panting Sloan says, "You set me up."
"Well, you made it so easy for me," she smiles, brushing the hair out of her face. "I knew if I dangled Sebastian in front of you, you wouldn't be able to resist. You've always been half in love with him."
"Excuse me?" Sebastian demands. This is news to him.
"Didn't you know?" Kathryn asks, flashing him a grin before turning back to her prey. "We made up all this shit about Sebastian being in love with Annette."
"I am trying to nail her, that much is true. But did you seriously think I would fall in love with a virgin from Kansas and want to be reformed like some shitty teen movie? I'm a little offended."
"I then told him exactly how you like to get fucked and he was more than willing to throw a little humiliating and degradation your way."
"You fucking bitch," Sloan hisses, looking broken and bitter. "After everything I did for you."
"What you did for me?"
"I fucking made you."
Fury flashes over his stepsister's face as she reaches out and grabs a fistful of Sloan's hair, not unlike he did earlier today. Jerking her forward she hisses with deadly malice, "Let's get one thing straight, you did not make me. I'm nobody's minion, least of all yours. I never was. I used you to get what I wanted and now that you're no longer useful to me, I'm disposing of you. You see I might have put up with your shit, but I was never your toy. You were mine." She shoves her back and crosses her arms, "And you're going to continue to be my little toy until the foreseeable future."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, from here on out you work for me. I say jump you say how high mistress, got it? You step out of line once not only will I show your darling Andrew this, I'll show the whole world. One click and you'll become the premier tramp of the New York area."
"You're bluffing," Sloan huffs, glancing at him as if he would save her.
"I think we both know I'm not."
Kathryn's in full killer mode, all steely voice and rigid assurance and control. It was hot. Sebastian doesn't think he's ever wanted to fuck her more.
"Now, not only will you be my number one bitch, but you're also going to publicly apologize to Sebastian and you're going to leave Annette Hargrove alone."
Sebastian nearly does a double take at that. He would think she'd be more than happy to throw Annette to the proverbial wolf, but Kathryn is just full of surprises that evening.
"Do we have an agreement?"
Sloan slowly rose to her feet. Physically she easily towered over her, but Kathryn might as well have been ten feet tall. For the first time in her life, Sloan Porter appears beat. Sebastian does his best to commit it to memory. Looking at the both of them she nods, "Fine, whatever you say. Will you give me the tape?"
"At the end of the summer, if I felt you've earned it, but I wouldn't count on it."
She looks like she wants to argue, but she knows she's in no position. She just nods and heads for the door. Before she can leave Kathryn calls out, "Oh Sloan, about that sick little fantasy of yours?"
Kathryn abruptly turns and reaches for him, pulling him into a searing kiss. To say he's caught off guard is a massive understatement, but he quickly catches up, grabbing his stepsister by the waist and pulling her into him. Before he can slip her any tongue, she pulls away and smirks maliciously at her foe, "Tastes good."
Sloan just gapes at them wide eyed. "You can leave now," Sebastian tells her. He runs a hand down his sister's chest and gropes her. "I work best without an audience."
"Jesus, I really did underestimate you two."
"You have no idea."
Without another word she leaves them. As soon as the door's closed, Sebastian tilts his head back and exclaims, "Holy shit!"
Kathryn laughs, "I think I nearly came."
"I think I can do better than that." He tugs her back to him and kisses her lavishly. For once she doesn't squirm away or shove him off. Most definitely a first.
Sebastian's only kissed Kathryn once, when they were twelve, right before their parents married. He was brash and horny, so damn eager for her he couldn't look her in the eye without getting a hard on. During their parents' engagement party, after he found her getting fingered by Crawford Davis, he realized she wasn't little miss sweetness and light she pretended to be. Sebastian pressed her into the wall and kissed her. This was back before he knew the rules of this game between them. Before he realized the danger in showing his cards too soon. Kathryn had pushed him off and laughed at him.
It was the worst kind of learning moment. Easily one of the worst moments of his distinguished career. But maybe that's all about to change.
Sebastian guides her backwards, kissing her fiercely against the wall. His eager hands grope impatiently at her half-dressed body. She whimpers against his mouth, her tongue flicking against his own making his brain momentarily short circuit. Fuck, this is everything.
"Did you plan all this?" he asks, between kisses.
"Not exactly," she pants, cupping his face, as she stands on her tip toes to deepen the kiss. "I suspected she was going to pull some bullshit when she took me in here and I thought it best to have a backup plan. That's why I played along with her whole twisted fantasy. I was waiting for the video to download."
"Evil genius," he mutters, suckling her bottom lip. "It wasn't the original plan, but it was damn satisfying. However, what does this mean for the rest of our scheme?"
"We're going to have to accelerate it—as in tonight." Sebastian pulls back, considers this. His unease must show on his face because she argues, "We have no choice. Sloan might have played defeated but don't buy it. It's only a matter of time before she finds something on us to turn the tables. We have to destroy her for good which means we leak that video tonight. It's perfect. There's already a built-in audience for her downfall."
He knows she's right. Sloan is far too dangerous to leave her hanging in the wind most likely hell bent on revenge. She's probably plotting their demise as they speak. It has to be tonight.
"Okay, you're right," he agrees.
"I love hearing those words out of your mouth," she purrs, running her tongue across his bottom lip.
He kisses down her neck, looking for that spot to make her squirm. "I would have liked to have gotten that public apology though."
"Oh please, we both know that bitch would sooner set herself on fire."
"True enough"
Grasping his face, Kathryn pulls his mouth back on hers. They make-out hungrily, high on hormones, cocaine and their upcoming victory. Oh, fuck how did he ever live without this? When Kathryn throws her leg around him and grinds into his hard on, Sebastian could come in his pants. But he doesn't. He knows better now. Besides, he'd rather cum somewhere else.
Breaking the kiss, he presses at her shoulder and murmurs, "Get on your knees."
Kathryn snorts. "I don't think so."
Sebastian pulls back annoyed. "Are you fucking kidding me? We had a deal."
"Yes, we did. The deal is you get your reward after Sloan is brought down. We're only halfway there." She nuzzles against his nose teasingly, "Exercise a little patients Valmont."
"I've been patient for five goddamn years," he growls.
"Then a couple more hours should be nothing." She kisses him briefly and promises, "You'll get yours Sebastian as soon as she gets hers."
He releases an aggravated exhale through his nose and stares her down. Gripping her chin, he tilts her head back and warns, "You better not screw me on this Kathryn."
She takes his hand and brings two of his fingers to her mouth. Slowly, sensuously she sucks his fingers down to the second knuckle all while holding his stare. His cock twitches in response. Releasing his fingers with a wet pop, she smiles wickedly up at him and counters, "I thought that was the whole point."
Well, it's not like she's wrong.
Annette is feeling no pain.
Wandering down the empty beach, her shoes in one hand, an empty wine glass in the other, she stares up at the night sky as it explodes in color. Not literally, she's not that drunk. Just a healthy buzz. Annette pauses to admire the fireworks, grinning like an eight-year-old. Down the beach she can still hear the revelers. When the party had taken a turn for the chaotic and her date seemingly ditched her, she thought it best to get out of there. She should probably head back and call an uber or something but she's enjoying the feeling of the sand between her toes and the salty sea air against her cheek.
"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you."
She turns around to find Sebastian approaching her. Somehow even when wearing dress shoes in the sand, he still doesn't loose his swagger. She might have been annoyed if she wasn't so happy to see him. She runs to greet him, losing her shoes and her glass on the way to careening into his chest. He feels solid and warm under her hands as she practically feels up his chest. Maybe she's more drunk than she thinks.
"I needed to get out of there. The party was getting weird. Some people started getting naked."
"Hmm, yeah I should have warned you about that. Usually at these things, when the higher profile guests leave, everyone starts to get a little loose. Sorry about that."
She presses her chin against his chest and peers up at him through her lashes. "Where have you been? You keep disappearing."
He caresses her hair. "Sorry about that, I had to take care of something with Sloan."
At the mention of that horrible girl's name, Annette makes a face, sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth. "Ugh, I don't want to talk about her."
"I don't blame you." Sebastian lifts her chin and examines her. "Hey, are you drunk?"
She shrugs. "I may have had a glass of wine…or three." She doesn't tell him about the whiskey with Kathryn.
He snickers. "Lightweight."
"I can handle myself just fine mister."
"Well alright then." He slings an arm around her shoulders and guides her down the beach. "You want to head home?"
Five minutes ago, she wanted nothing more. Now, with him smiling at her like that and with his arms wrapped around her, she can't imagine being anywhere else. Annette comes to a stop, her hand in his shirt keeping him close. Gazing up at him she tells him in what she hopes in a flirty tone, but she suspects it's more intense, "You can kiss me."
He arches a brow and smiles at her more amused than predatory. "Oh, can I now? Maybe you should ask nicely."
She scowls. "Maybe I should just go find someone else." Annette starts away only for him to pulls her back into a fierce kiss that takes her breath away. She winds her arms around his neck and stands on the balls of her feet to get closer to him.
Sebastian pulls back briefly, a smile on his lips. "I think I like you tipsy," he murmurs before kissing her once again. Annette's alcohol fueled brain temporarily forgets that not only is this a bad idea, but that she promised herself after Sloan showed her those compromising photos, that she would avoid getting physical with Sebastian again.
Oops.
When the kiss becomes more aggressive, and Sebastian's hands begin to roam over previously uncharted territory, Annette presses herself further into him and he stumbles backwards into the sand, taking her with him. They land, a tangled mess of limbs and lips. He laughs, "Well, shit. There goes my suit."
"Something tells me you have plenty more." She tugs at his shirt, pulling him forward on top of her, his mouth finding hers. Cradling her head, Sebastian draws her down to the sand. The rational part of her brain is screaming at her to get a grip and get out of there. But the other, hornier part that's been craving this for weeks, demands she stay put.
To her surprise it's Sebastian who pulls away, panting lightly as he looks down at her. "Maybe this isn't a such a great idea. I kind of feel like I'm taking advantage of you."
She laughs, because come on now. The boy turned her virginity into a fucking bet and now he's trying to do the right thing. She doesn't buy it for a minute.
"Why are you laughing?"
"You trying to be noble."
"I feel like I should be offended," he drawls, deadpan. "I'm not that bad."
"Yes, you are, but it's okay." Annette tugs him back, "Sebastian I'm fine. I know what I'm doing."
"Really? You're not going to sober up and be pissed at me tomorrow morning?"
"I guess you'll find out tomorrow," she murmurs against his lips.
He puts up no further objections and they resume making out. He keeps his hands respectively at her waist for a few minutes before he begins exploring her body once again. When she feels his hand at her breast, gently squeezing and massaging her, she tilts back her head and moans. Her dress is thin, and he only has to brush his thumb over her nipple once before it stiffens against his fingers. Annette squirms against him, grinding against his thigh between her legs.
And then she's thinking about it. Kathryn, pressing her against the bar, grinding against her. Annette had never felt anything like it. Until now that is.
Emboldened by her lack of resistance, Sebastian's other hand makes its way up her thigh and under her dress. When she feels his hand brush against her sex she gasps, more from need than surprise. He finds her gaze and asks, "Is this okay?"
She gives a jerky nod, actively trying not to grind into his hand, less she gives herself away as a needy slut. Sebastian touches her through her panties, and she wonders if he notices how wet she is. Judging by the little smirk he's wearing she's guessing yes. He kisses her again, distracting her as his fingers work their way into her panties. Annette cries out when she feels him touch her pussy at last.
"Relax," he whispers against her mouth.
She nods again as he begins touching her, teasingly at first, parting her folds, drawing a finger around her clit but not touching it. He slips a finger inside her and feels her hymen. Annette tenses briefly, fearful he might try to break it, but he quickly retreats. Sebastian teases her a little more until she's squirming against his hand in frustration. He chuckles warm against her neck and then finally, finally touches her clit. "This what you want?"
If Annette had any shame in that moment, she might have been humiliated by her eagerness, but she didn't have it in her to care. Fuck, this is so much better than touching herself.
She comes embarrassingly fast. Sebastian's rubbing her clit in hard little circles while she wantonly grinds against him. One hand is gripping his suit jacket, the other the back of his neck. When she feels that familiar tingling pressure gather between her legs, she's almost disappointed. She wants it to last longer but she can't help it. She comes with a sob, burying her face in his shoulder, clenching her thigh's around him tightly.
Panting loudly, she stares up at the night sky above her as she comes down from her thigh. Sebastian clears his throat and she thinks she might have been staring off into space for longer than normal. Turning she finds him watching her with a proud, little bemused smirk. Despite his annoying arrogance she tells him, "You're really good at that."
"Well, if you're impressed by that, you should see what else I can do" he laughs, before resuming kissing her.
Annette wraps her arms around him, languidly kissing him back. Feeling more empowered thanks to her orgasm, she let's her hands roam over his body, exploring his chest, his back, his ass. When he shifts, she takes the opportunity to snake a hand between his legs. "You're hard," she states dumbly touching his cock. "I mean you're…hard." God she's an idiot.
Sebastian smiles, "Occupational hazard." He kisses her briefly. "You're very cute."
She's about to toss back something witty when she hears her phone go off. Annette turns, looking for her purse. A moment later she hears another phone. She doesn't miss Sebastian's wince.
"What is that?"
"Forget it, we're busy." He attempts to kiss her again and it almost works but the phone buzzes again. Something's wrong.
Annette pulls away. "Hold on a minute. It might be my parents."
He tries once again to tug her back to him, but she squirms away, snatching her nearby purse. She fumbles for her phone and finds she has an email alert from her Manchester prep account. It's a video attachment. Without even thinking, she opens it.
Ten seconds later she very much wishes she hadn't.
At first Annette doesn't even know what she's watching. But then she recognizes Sloan, on her hands and knees. And then she recognizes her great dane…
"Oh my god!" she shrieks, dropping her phone in the sand. "W-What the hell…?"
She can still hear them, hear Sloan's enthusiastic moans. Desperate to turn it off she picks up the phone, fumbling to turn the video off and accidentally seeing more. She doesn't know if it's the images that will forever be burned into her brain that turns her stomach or the alcohol, but suddenly she feels the bile rise up in her throat and she can't stop it. Annette lurches over and hurls into the sand.
She'll give Sebastian this much. He doesn't sneer and turn away, but rather comes up beside her and pulls her hair out of her face. Annette empties the contents of her stomach then wipes her mouth. "You okay?" he asks.
She turns to find him looking as cool and collected as ever, which she can't understand as he watched the video too. "What the hell was that?" she asks. "Why…why…" she stumbles for words.
Sebastian shakes his head telling her, "I warned you the girl is severely fucked in her head."
"But why would she send that to people…?" As the words are leaving her mouth, she realizes the answer of course. Sloan didn't send it. Kathryn and Sebastian did. This was part of their grand scheme to take down Sloan. "Oh my god, it was you," she breathes. "You and Kathryn sent this out."
He shakes his head, "Annette, it's not—"
"Don't fucking lie to me Sebastian," she yells, jerking away from him and getting to her feet. "Kathryn told me you had some plan in the works. Jesus, how could you do something like this?"
"Trust me, she more than had it coming."
"Why, because she made people think you stalked her and gave you some stupid nickname?"
He flinches. "Who told you about that?" Realization settles on his face and he shakes his head muttering, "Fucking Kathryn."
"Jesus, how could you do something like this to her? You've completely ruined her life. I don't have any love loss for that girl, but this is…brutal." No matter how much money and influence you have, there was no getting away with this. Sloan would be shunned and humiliated for the rest of her life.
"Why are you getting pissed at me? I'm not the one humping a dog and recording it. That girl is deranged and now I let the world know about it. I'm not apologizing for that," he tells her defiantly.
"Wow, you really think you did nothing wrong."
"I didn't say that."
"No, you just don't care, is that it?" She stares at him as if seeing him for the first time. God, how could she have been so stupid. She knew exactly who Sebastian was, but she didn't care so long as she got an orgasm. This game she's playing with the stepsiblings might be titillating and fun but at the end of the day he won't hesitate to crush her to get what he wants. He won't even feel bad about it when he does.
"I have to get out of here." Gathering her things, she brushes past him and heads back to the house.
"Annette! Where are you going?"
"Back to the estate."
"Okay, I'll take you."
She spins around. "No, I don't want to talk to you anymore tonight. I'll find my own way home. Just leave me alone Sebastian."
He looks like he wants to say something, but she doesn't want to hear it. She needs to get out of there and away from him before she lets him convince her otherwise.
And just like that Annette sobers up.
It's a shit show of epic proportions and Kathryn is loving it.
Standing on the balcony overlooking the front driveway, she watches with detached amusement as the partygoers spill out of the house. Some are laughing, some shrieking, a couple of guests are hurling into the shrubbery. A group of Instagram models are loudly threatening to inform on Sloan to PETA. Another girl is sobbing loudly next to a couple of boys imitating what they saw in the video. Meanwhile Sloan is massively losing her shit.
"It's fake news!" she screams at her guests. Her normally perfectly coiffed hair is a mess as she stumbles in her heels while desperately grabbing at her famous friends, trying to keep them from leaving. They shrug her off, calling her a freak. "It's not true, I swear. It's not real! Goddammit it's not real! It's not real!"
She keeps repeating this over and over as the crowd grows more raucous, some are filming her. Most are laughing. There is nothing the world loves more than a beautiful girl falling apart at the seams. And Sloan is most definitely hitting rock bottom. Kathryn sips her champagne and smiles serenely. She's so glad she thought to post that video not only to the entire Manchester mailing list, but every contact in Sloan's address book as well.
Sebastian soon wanders into the fray. She watches her stepbrother make his way through the crowd, watching the various scenes around him with his typical air of boredom. Eventually he looks up and notices her on the balcony. His aloof expression morphs into a calculating grin and puckers his lips in a kiss.
Suddenly Sloan is grabbing him by the jacket, jerking him around. In full hysterics she snarls, "You, you did this! You-you sent that video."
"Excuse me?"
He tries to pry her lose but she hangs on, her eyes wild as she lashes out. "You're trying to pay me back for what I did to you in high school."
"Oh, you mean when you made up some story about me stalking you and tried to ruin my life because I turned you down?"
"You twisted fuck. I know you're behind this. You fucking piece of—"
"Oh, I'm twisted?!" he bellows, cutting her off with a harsh laugh. "That's rich coming from you, doggy fucker!" Several people in the crowd laugh at this. Sebastian doesn't let up. "Tell me, how did your boyfriend react when he found out his golden girl was into bestiality? Must have been a real eye opener for him, then again given everything else you're into maybe not."
"Shut up. Shut up!" she shrieks.
"I always knew there was something seriously off about you. But you managed to surpass even my wildest expectations. You need serious help."
Sloan attempts to take a swing at him, but he grabs her by the wrists, easily overpowering her. He shoves her away and then begins to bark at her. The crowd soon join in, barking and howling at her until Sloan, clutching her ears, runs back into the house. There is laughter and high fives and shameful shakes of the heads in her wake. Sebastian looks up, meeting her stare. He gives her a nod before heading back to the driveway to retrieve his car. Kathryn realizes her work is done and it's time to go.
Exiting the balcony, she starts to head down the stairs to leave when Sloan rushes in collapsing in a fit of tears and anger at the bottom stairs. Kathryn pauses coldly observing her. "Poor Sloan," she simpers condescendingly, "This just isn't your night, is it?"
The older girl turns at the sound of her voice, something resembling hope flashes in her expression. "Kathryn," she pants, "Kathryn you have to help me."
"Do I?"
"You have to tell them Sebastian is responsible for this. They'll believe you. You have to tell them it's not true. Please! This will ruin me."
Kathryn pauses, considering her a long moment. "You know, I always had this fantasy. You, on your knees, begging for my help as you wither in agony and despair. Somehow, I thought it would be more fulfilling than this." She shrugs, continuing her descent. "Oh well."
"I'll do anything you want. I'll be your slave. Tell them it was Sebastian, tell them he set me up."
"Well, I can't say that. It would be a lie. Sebastian didn't send that video."
Sloan stares at her a beat, the realization taking hold. "You," she whispers. "It was you."
Kathryn grins "Who else?"
"You fucking cunt, I'll destroy you. I'll tell everyone about you and him!"
Unbothered she jerks away and sneers at her. "Do your worst, you have no power anymore Sloan. You're being cancelled as we speak. This time tomorrow you'll be nothing more than a disgusting punch line to a bestiality joke."
"And what will you be?" she croaks.
"Me? I'll be the new you. Only sharper, smarter, better armed. You taught me well and even though your reign ended in disgrace, I am grateful for that. But it's time for a new queen, don't you agree?"
She struts past her on the stairs, only for Sloan to make a last grasp for her. "Kathryn, please—"
"Ah, remember your place," she tells her icily, tugging herself free. "Goodbye Sloan."
If she says something to her retreating back, Kathryn doesn't hear it. She's on such a high as she exits the party, she doesn't pay any attention to the few remaining revelers loitering outside. She's laser focused on the boy lounging against the jag in the drive way.
"I believe this is what Greenbaum would call closure," he drawls as she nears.
"You were magnificent," she purrs, pressing herself into him. It would appear highly inappropriate to anyone who was paying attention. Luckily nobody was.
Sebastian slips a hand around her back and leans in close, whispering against her ear, "You've never wanted to fuck me more, have you?"
Kathryn merely smiles at him. It's true but there's no sense admitting it. "Where's your date?"
"She took an uber home. She wasn't impressed with Sloan's video." He rolls his eyes. "I'm sure you'll hear all about it tomorrow."
"It can wait." Grabbing him by the belt loop, she tugs him back towards the car. "Let's head home. I believe we have a deal to settle."