"Hey Gwen," Vayne said, catching up with her in the hallway between classes. "I need to talk to you about something."
Gwen looked up from her phone, her brow furrowed in concern. "What is it, Vayne? Is everything okay?"
Vayne hesitated for a moment, her fingers twisting together nervously. "It's about Lucian. I heard he's dating Senna now."
Gwen's expression remained neutral, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes. "I know," she said simply. "But it doesn't matter. I'm over him."
Vayne studied her friend closely, trying to gauge her reaction. "You're over him? Just like that? I thought you two were serious."
Gwen shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "We were, but that was a long time ago. I've moved on, Vayne. I have someone new now."
Vayne's heart skipped a beat at the revelation. "Someone new? Who is it? Do I know him?"
Gwen's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's not a him, Vayne. It's a her."
Vayne's eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing with the implications. "A her? You mean... you're dating a girl?"
Gwen nodded, her expression softening. "Yes, I am. And I'm really happy, Vayne. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I'm finally being true to myself."
Vayne tried to keep her composure, but she could feel the jealousy and anger bubbling up inside her. She had always had a crush on Gwen, but she had never acted on it, assuming that her friend was straight. But now, to find out that Gwen was dating a girl, and just had ignored her, as always... it was too much to bear.
"Well, I'm happy for you," she said, her voice tight and forced. "I just... I never would have guessed that you were into girls. I mean, you always seemed so straight."Vayne's eyes narrowed as she studied Gwen's face, searching for any hint of the truth. "So, are you going to tell me who this mystery girl is? Or are you going to keep it a secret?"
Gwen shifted uncomfortably, her gaze darting away. "I... I don't know if I should. I mean, it's still new, and I don't want to... J-jinx it or anything."
Vayne scoffed, her jealousy getting the better of her. "Oh, come on, Gwen. It's me, your best friend. You can tell me anything. Unless... unless you're embarrassed about who it is."
Gwen's cheeks flushed at the accusation, but she remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line.
Vayne's anger boiled over, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Fine, if you don't want to tell me, that's your choice. But don't expect me to be happy about it. I thought we told each other everything."
With that, Vayne turned on her heel and stormed away, her boots echoing loudly on the tiled floor. She pulled out her phone as she walked, her fingers flying over the screen as she typed out a message.
Gwen watched her go, a sense of unease settling in her stomach. She knew that she should have told Vayne the truth, but she was afraid of how she would react. She loved Aurora, and she didn't want to risk losing her best friend over it.
As Vayne reached her motorcycle, she glanced back at Gwen, her expression cold and unreadable. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me," she called out, before revving the engine and speeding off, leaving Gwen standing alone in the empty hallway.
Vayne's motorcycle roared as she sped through the city streets, her mind consumed with jealousy and rage. She had always endured to be Gwen's best friend, since she couldn't get anything else with her. But now, to find out that Gwen was dating a woman and not even telling her who it was... it was too much to bear.
She pulled up to an old apartment building in downtown, the paint peeling and the windows boarded up. It wasn't the kind of place that most people would frequent, but Vayne knew it well. She climbed the rickety stairs to the second floor, her boots clomping loudly on the wooden steps.
When she reached the door, she didn't bother to knock. She just barged right in, her eyes scanning the dimly lit room. And there, on the couch, was Evelyn wearing a shiny, black leather jacket over a revealing black top with straps that accentuated her breast and a high-waisted black leather skirt that hugs the figure. The prostitute looked up at her with a knowing smirk, her legs crossed and her cigarette held between two perfectly manicured fingers.
"Well, well, well," Evelyn purred, her voice like honey and sin. "What brings you here so suddenly, darling? I wasn't expecting you came with such a short notice, you are lucky i was free to attend you"
Vayne didn't answer. She just crossed the room in two long strides and grabbed Evelyn by the shoulders, pushing her back onto the couch. She straddled her, her hands roaming over the prostitute's curves, groping her breasts through the thin fabric of her top.
Evelyn let out a soft moan, her head tilting back to expose the long line of her neck. "Mmm, someone's feeling a bit pent up, aren't they? Did you and your dear BFF have another little fight?"
Vayne didn't respond. She was too lost in her own rage and desire to form words. She just reached down and ripped Evelyn's panties to the side, her fingers delving into her wet heat.
Evelyn gasped, her back arching off the couch. "Oh, yes," she hissed. "Just like that."
Vayne's own arousal was growing, her cock straining against the confines of her jeans. She undid her fly with one hand, her other still working Evelyn's pussy. And then, she pulled her cock out, the head glistening with precum.
Evelyn's eyes widened as she saw it, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Fuck, yes," she moaned. "Give it to me, Vayne. Fuck me hard."
But just as Vayne was about to plunge inside, Evelyn put a hand on her chest, stopping her. "Wait," she said, her voice suddenly serious. "You know the rules, Vayne. You need to put on a condom first."
Vayne's brow furrowed, her patience wearing thin. "What? Come on, Evelyn. We both know I'm clean."
Evelyn shook her head, her eyes stern. "I don't care. It's the rules. No glove, no love."
Vayne's jaw clenched as Evelyn's words hit her, her patience wearing thin. "Shit," she muttered under her breath, her anger boiling over. "I don't have any condoms on me right now."
Evelyn just laughed, a low, throaty sound that grated on Vayne's nerves. "How strange," she purred, her fingers trailing up Vayne's chest. "It's almost like all of my clients only think with their cocks, and can never be bothered to bring a condom."
Vayne scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Very funny, Evelyn. But I'm not in the mood for jokes right now. I need to fuck, and I need to fuck now."
Evelyn just smirked, she reached over to a nearby drawer and pulled out a condom, holding it up between two fingers like a prize. Vayne watched her, her body tense with anticipation.
Evelyn tore the packet open with her teeth, her gaze never leaving Vayne's face. "You know, I've been thinking about this all week," she said, her voice low and sultry. "About having your big, hard cock inside me. About feeling you stretch me open, fucking me hard and fast."
Vayne let out a low growl, her hips bucking involuntarily at the mental image. Evelyn just chuckled, her hand wrapping around Vayne's shaft and giving it a slow, teasing stroke.
"Mmm, you're so hard, Vayne," she purred. "I can't wait to have you inside me. But first..."
With that, she leaned down and took Vayne's cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head and her tongue swirling around the tip. Vayne threw her head back, a low moan escaping her lips as Evelyn worked her, her mouth hot and wet and perfect.
But just as Vayne was about to lose herself completely, Evelyn pulled back, leaving Vayne's cock throbbing and aching for more. "Not yet, darling," she said with a wicked grin. "First, we need to take care of this little problem."
She held up the condom, her fingers dancing over the latex. Vayne watched as she rolled it down Vayne's shaft, her touch feather-light and maddening. It was torture, pure and simple, and Vayne was growing more impatient by the second.
But finally, it was on, and Vayne couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed Evelyn's hips and flipped her onto her back, her hands pinning her wrists to the couch above her head.
"Now," Vayne growled, her voice rough with need. "Let's see if you can still talk with my cock buried deep inside you."
Vayne's hips thrust forward, her cock driving deep into Evelyn's tight heat. The prostitute moaned, her body arching off the couch as Vayne filled her completely.
"Fuck, yes," Evelyn gasped, her nails raking down Vayne's back. "Give it to me, Vayne. Fuck me hard."
Vayne obliged, her body slamming into Evelyn's with each powerful thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by Evelyn's moans and Vayne's growls of pleasure.
Vayne leaned down, her lips brushing against Evelyn's ear. "You're so loud," she panted, her breath hot against Evelyn's skin. "I bet your neighbors can hear you all the way down the hall. Do they ever complain about living next to such a noisy whore?"
Evelyn could only moan in response, her body lost in a haze of pleasure. Vayne just chuckled darkly, her hips never slowing their relentless pace.
"How many clients have you had today?" Vayne asked, her voice rough with need. "How many times have you let your neighbors know that you've been fucked like a cheap slut?"
Evelyn tried to answer, but all that came out was a strangled cry as Vayne hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Vayne just laughed, her hands gripping Evelyn's hips hard enough to leave bruises.
They fucked like that for what felt like hours, Vayne switching between positions and angles, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from Evelyn's body. The prostitute was a sweaty, panting mess by the time Vayne finally slowed her pace, her body spent and sated.
But to Vayne's frustration, she still hadn't reached her own climax. She could feel it building, the pressure coiling tight in her core, but it was just out of reach.
Evelyn noticed her struggle, her eyes narrowing as she studied Vayne's face. "You haven't cum yet, have you?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement. "Poor baby"
Vayne growled, her hips snapping forward in a sharp thrust. "Shut up," she snapped. "I'm close. Just... just give me a minute."
Evelyn just laughed, her body squirming beneath Vayne's. "I'm sorry, darling, but time's almost up. You'll have to hurry if you don't want to pay for another hour."
Vayne's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with options. And then, an idea struck her. "How much would it cost to take the condom off?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.
Evelyn's eyes widened, her surprise quickly giving way to a calculating look, she called a number, doubting Vayne could pay it. "Oh, I don't know," she purred. "I suppose it would cost you... let's see. One thousand dollars, and another hour of service."
Vayne's eyes flashed with determination as she reached into her jacket and pulled out her wallet. She counted out the bills, a small fortune in cash, and tossed them towards Evelyn. The prostitute caught them mid-air, her breasts bouncing with the motion.
"Is that enough?" Vayne growled, her voice low and dangerous. "Or do you want more?"
Evelyn's eyes widened as she counted the money, her surprise quickly giving way to a wicked grin. "Oh, I think that will do nicely," she purred. "But are you sure about this, Vayne? Once we do this, there's no going back."
Vayne just scoffed, her hand wrapping around Evelyn's throat and pulling her close. "I asked you for it, i'm sure. Now, are you going to fulfill your end of the bargain, or are you going to cower like a little bitch?"
Evelyn's eyes flashed with defiance, but she didn't argue. Instead, she sank to her knees in front of Vayne, her hands wrapping around the other woman's cock. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting the salty tang of Vayne's precum.
Vayne let out a low moan, her head falling back against the couch. Evelyn just smirked, her mouth wrapping around Vayne's shaft and taking her deep. She worked her with long, slow strokes, her tongue swirling around the head and her hands massaging Vayne's balls.
But just as Vayne was about to lose herself completely, Evelyn pulled back, leaving Vayne's cock throbbing and aching for more. "Not yet, darling," she said with a wicked grin. "I have other plans for you."
With that, she pushed Vayne back onto the couch, straddling her hips. She reached down, her fingers finding Vayne's cock and guiding it to her entrance. She rubbed the head against her outer labia, teasing them both with the promise of what was to come.
"Are you sure about this, Vayne?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. "Once I let you in, there's no going back. You'll be inside me, bare and raw, with nothing between us."
Vayne's eyes were dark with desire, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I'm sure," she growled. "Now stop talking and fuck me."
Evelyn just laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Vayne's spine. And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she sank down onto Vayne's cock, taking her deep inside her tight, wet heat.
They both moaned, their bodies joining in the most intimate way possible. And as Evelyn began to move, her hips rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. Vayne's body tensed as Evelyn's pussy clenched around her cock, the sensation of being inside her bare and raw sending her over the edge. She let out a low, guttural moan, her hips bucking as she came hard, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Evelyn followed soon after, her body shuddering as she rode out her own climax. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies joined and their breathing ragged, before Evelyn finally collapsed onto Vayne's chest, her head resting on the other woman's shoulder.
"Mmm, that was amazing," Evelyn purred, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Vayne's skin. "I have to say, I don't usually do this, but you... you're something else."
Vayne just grunted in response, her mind still hazy with the afterglow of her orgasm. But as the fog began to clear, she couldn't help but think about Gwen, and the fight they had earlier that day.
Evelyn must have sensed the change in her mood, because she lifted her head and looked at Vayne with a curious expression. "So, are you going to tell me what happened with your BFF Wendy? Or are you still not talking?"
Vayne's brow furrowed at the mention of Gwen's name. "Her name is Gwen," she snapped. "And it doesn't matter. She's just a friend, that's all."
Evelyn raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, really? Because from where I'm sitting, it seems like there's a bit more to it than that. You're not usually this... worked up, unless there's something else going on."
Vayne opened her mouth to argue, but she couldn't find the words. Because deep down, she knew that Evelyn was right. She was worked up, and it had nothing to do with the sex and everything to do with Gwen.
Evelyn just laughed, a low, throaty sound that grated on Vayne's nerves. "Well, if you ever want to talk about it, you know where to find me. And in the meantime..."
She leaned in, her lips brushing against Vayne's ear. "If you're going to keep giving me such generous tips, I'd prefer it if you and your BFF fought every day. It seems to do wonders for your... performance."
With that, she climbed off Vayne and sauntered over to the bathroom, leaving Vayne alone with her thoughts and her anger. She sat there, her mind racing with images of Gwen and her mystery girlfriend, Vayne knew that she would do whatever it took to win Gwen, even if it meant fighting dirty.
Vayne called Gwen as she walked out of Evelyn's apartment, her mind still racing with thoughts of their fight and the sex that had followed. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before the call connected.
"Hey, Gwen," she said, her voice steady and calm. "I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. I overreacted earlier, and I shouldn't have stormed off like that."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Vayne thought that Gwen might hang up on her. But then, her friend's voice came through, soft and tentative.
"It's okay, Vayne. I'm sorry too. I should have told you about... about my new girlfriend. I just didn't know how you would react."
Vayne's jaw clenched at the mention of Gwen's girlfriend, but she forced herself to keep her cool. "I understand," she said, her voice tight. "And I'm happy for you, Gwen. Really. I just... I want us to be friends, you know? I don't want this to come between us."
Gwen sighed, and Vayne could picture her running a hand through her hair, a habit she had when she was stressed. "I don't want that either, Vayne. You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose you."
Vayne felt a pang of guilt at the sincerity in Gwen's voice. She knew that she had been acting like a jerk, and she hated herself for it. But she also knew that she couldn't let Gwen go, not without a fight.
"Hey, listen," she said, her voice brightening. "I'm actually on my way to pick you up from college right now. I can give you a ride home, if you want."
There was another pause, and Vayne held her breath, waiting for Gwen's response. And then, finally, her friend spoke.
"Okay," she said, her voice soft but steady. "That would be great, actually. I just missed my bus, and I don't feel like waiting for the next one."
Vayne let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "Great," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "I'll be there in five. See you soon."
Vayne pulled up to Gwen's house, the engine of her motorcycle rumbling softly. Gwen climbed off the back, her legs shaky from the ride. She turned to Vayne, a small smile on her face.
"Thanks for the ride, Vayne," she said, her voice soft. "I really appreciate it."
Vayne just nodded, her eyes scanning the street. And then, she saw her. Aurora, walking towards them from the library, her arms full of books. Gwen's face lit up at the sight of her sister, and she waved enthusiastically.
"Hey, Aurora!" she called out, her voice bright and cheerful. "I didn't know you were coming home early today."
Aurora looked up, her eyes meeting Gwen's. And then, she smiled, a slow, secretive smile that made Vayne's heart skip a beat. The two sisters greeted each other, their voices low and intimate, their bodies leaning in close.
Vayne watched them, her mind racing with suspicion. There was something about the way they looked at each other, the way they touched each other... it was almost too intimate for sisters.
Aurora noticed Vayne watching them, and she turned to face her, her expression guarded. "Hey, Vayne," she said, her voice polite but distant. "Nice bike."
Vayne just scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Yeah, maybe when you're a grown up you can ride a Harley too," she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. "If you can handle it, that is."
Aurora's cheeks flushed at the implication, but she didn't rise to the bait. Instead, she just shrugged, her gaze flicking back to Gwen. "I'll keep that in mind," she said, her voice cool and collected.
Vayne felt a surge of anger at the dismissal, but she pushed it down, forcing herself to keep her cool. She turned to Gwen, her expression neutral. "I have to go," she said, her voice flat. "I'll talk to you later."
Gwen nodded, her brow furrowed in concern. "Okay, Vayne. Be careful, okay? And... thanks again for the ride."
Vayne just grunted in response, already climbing back onto her bike. She revved the engine, the sound loud and aggressive, and then she was off, speeding down the street and leaving Gwen and Aurora behind.
As she rode, Vayne's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and suspicions. There was something going on between those two, she was sure of it. And she was going to find out what it was, no matter what it took.
She pulled out her phone, her fingers flying over the screen as she typed out a message to Evelyn. "I need your help," it read.
Vayne and Evelyn sat in a booth at Pizza Hut, the aroma of melted cheese and greasy pepperoni filling the air. Sivir, the lazy waitress with a perpetual scowl on her face, took their order with a minimum of effort before disappearing into the back.
Evelyn looked around the restaurant, her nose wrinkling at the tacky decor. "I have to admit, Vayne," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I wasn't expecting you to bring me to such a fancy place for our little... meeting. But I appreciate the thought."
"I didn't bring you here to talk about the decor," Vayne said, her voice low and serious. "I brought you here because I need your help. With something... personal."
Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Oh, really? And what makes you think I would want to help you with something personal, hmm?"
Vayne leaned in closer, her eyes meeting Evelyn's. "Because I'm willing to pay you for your time, of course. And I think you'll find my offer... quite generous."
Evelyn's lips curved into a slow, seductive smile. "Well, in that case, I'm all ears. What seems to be the problem, darling?"
Vayne took a deep breath, her mind racing with all the details. "It's my best friend," she said, her voice tight. "Gwen. I think... I think there might be something going on between her and her sister. Aurora."
Evelyn's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she didn't say anything, just waited for Vayne to continue.
"I mean, they're always together, and they're always touching each other, and... it just doesn't seem normal, you know? It's like they're in love or something."
Evelyn nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "I see. And you want me to find out the truth, is that it? To see if they're really... together?"
Vayne nodded, her jaw clenched with determination. "Yes. I need to know what's going on, once and for all. I can't stand the uncertainty anymore."
Evelyn leaned back in her seat, her eyes narrowing as she considered the request. "Well, I can certainly look into it," she said, her voice cool and professional. "But it won't be cheap, Vayne. This kind of work requires a certain level of... discretion. And discretion doesn't come cheap."
Vayne waved a dismissive hand. "Money isn't an issue," she said, her voice firm. "Just tell me what you need, and I'll get it for you. Whatever it takes."
Evelyn's smile widened at that, her eyes glittering with anticipation. Evelyn takes her phone and calls a girl, telling her to come by at the Pizza Hut in Downtown. "Well, in that case, I think we have a deal. Now, let's wait for someone to arrive..."
15 minutes later, another girl entered the restaurant. she was wearing a cropped white top, revealing the midriff, paired with a pair of black high-waisted leggings that have ripped detailing on one thigh and a purple, quilted jacket with gold trim and cuffs. Evelyn turned to Vayne, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Ah, perfect timing," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Vayne, I'd like you to meet Akali. She's one of my... colleagues, if you will, althought she preferes to work on delivery than in the appartment."
"Pleasure to meet you, Vayne," Akali said, her voice low and sultry. She slid into the booth next to Evelyn.
Evelyn leaned in closer to Vayne, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Akali has a... unique set of skills, shall we say. She's an expert at following people, gathering information, and... shall we say, uncovering the truth."
Vayne's heart began to race at the implication, her mind already spinning with possibilities. "You mean... you can find out if Gwen and Aurora are really together? For sure?"
Akali nodded, her eyes gleaming. "If there's something going on between them, I'll find out. No matter how well they think they've hidden it."
Vayne felt a surge of hope, followed closely by a twinge of guilt. She hated the idea of spying on her best friend, of invading her privacy like this. But she needed to know the truth, no matter what it took. she gave the adress to Akali, and showed her a picture of Gwen
Akali nodded, her eyes sharp and focused. "You have my word," she said, her voice cold and professional. "I'll start tonight. soon, you'll know everything."
And with that, the two women stood up, ready to leave. But just as they were about to walk away, Evelyn turned back to Vayne, a wicked gleam in her eye.
"And Vayne?" she said, her voice low and seductive. "If you need someone to... comfort you, once you know the truth, you know where to find me."
AN: As i think everybody knows the champions, i don't usually describe their attires or looks, but in this chapter i think it was important. Both evelynn and Akali should be depicted in theri KDA attires, and vayne should have the haircut and glasses from her Sentinel skin. That's all, and remeber that if you like this story, you can always leave a comment. Also, i just noticed that Evelynn is written with Double N, forgive me about that