Prologue
Vanessa Bianchi leaned back on the bar stool, looking around at the group of girls currently dancing with their boyfriends. She sighed, twirling her hair as she looked back at her friend. Vanessa was thirty two and was used to being the center of attention, and felt as if it was lacking now. She had always been described as absolutely stunning, with long thin eyebrows she plucked once a week, seductive cat-like brown eyes, long black locks that fell around her breasts, and a wicked grin, one that most men would do anything to see.
She had lighter brown tips at the ends of her hair, and though many assumed it was dyed, it had always been a natural part of her. She curled her hair slightly every morning, so it elegantly fell past her shoulders, and had always preferred a side bang to frame her face. She wasn’t the type to do anything permanently fake to her body, like a nose job, because she knew she was beautiful enough without it. Her rosy lips were puckered now as she reapplied her pink lipstick while holding her phone up as a mirror, “how many times are you going to reapply that?” Jenny said, staring at her.
“It’s something new I’m trying out… it doesn’t look quite right,” Vanessa explained. Jenny had been Vanessa’s best friend since they had flunked out of University together. Vanessa had always thought of Jenny as almost as beautiful as she was, though not quite. Jenny had long blonde hair, large brown eyes, a wide nose and a body men would die for. Large breasts, wide hips, and a thin waist, though Vanessa had always known her ass was far greater than her friend’s. It was what she accented with most of her outfits, and today Vanessa was wearing a tight black dress with a sweetheart line, a slit up the sides and ruffles on the back, for the sole purpose of making guys stare at her behind. Vanessa wasn’t a great conversationalist, but she did make sure her appearance was always absolutely perfect.
“You know you already look perfect, right?” Jenny giggled, making Vanessa roll her eyes. They loved to tease each other, with neither woman ever really taking offense to it.
“Never mind that,” Vanessa waved her hand, “show me the video again.”
“You want to see it again?!” Jenny laughed, “you must really get a kick out making fun of your ex…”
“Of course I do! He broke my heart!” Vanessa exclaimed.
“We both know the only reason why you’re upset is because you weren’t the one to break up with him. You didn’t even like him in the first place!”
“Yes… but we looked so cute together! Everyone said so…” Vanessa pouted, “it’s the first time a guy has ever had the audacity to break up with me.”
“Oh poor you!” Jenny laughed, “okay, okay. I’ll help you mend your broken heart. Let me show you the video again.”
Jenny pulled up her phone, pressing play at the image of a beautiful beach in the middle of a warm summer day. Someone was holding up the phone to a handsome man who seemed to want to impress a girl, and was wearing a lifeguard uniform with a whistle around his neck. Both women watched with a smile on their faces while waiting for the best part of the video. “Are you ready…? 3…2…!” A dog ran up to the guy, one of the cutest Vanessa had ever seen, jumped on his crotch, and wouldn’t let go. Other beach goers were staring at him, shocked, and some began to laugh at him as he began running around the beach.
The contrast between the beauty of the man with his six pack fearing a tiny little dog was too much for Vanessa and Jenny. They laughed until tears filled their eyes, and looked extremely disappointed when the video cut off with the dog still attached. “See? At least Jake is having a miserable time as well!”
“I can’t believe Katie managed to get a picture of him on Forno beach! I knew he was working there as a lifeguard… but it’s just such a hilarious coincidence! He definitely got his comeuppance!” Vanessa wiped her eyes, still giggling away.
“My god, did you see how that dog latched onto his groin and wouldn’t let go? I wish I was there to see it all…” Jenny said.
“I just want to high five whatever person set their dog on him! He must’ve been doing something ridiculous…”
“Maybe flirting with a girl. He was always doing that, even when he was dating you. He’d even hit on me a few times!” Jenny nodded to the waiter, indicating the need for another drink. She was currently on her second, though Vanessa always knew of Jenny as a heavy drinker.
“And you’re a good friend for telling me. I can’t believe he broke up with me because I’m ‘superficial’. Hello? Can’t he see he’s so much worse?!” Vanessa shook her head, “anyway, that’s not why we’re here. We have more important matters to discuss.”
“Yes! Tell me everything. I need the juicy update.” Jenny said as she thanked the waiter for her third drink.
“You’re always so good to me, Jenny.” Vanessa winked, “I feel like I can talk to you about everything and you never judge me.”
“I know who you are inside and out, and there’s definitely nothing to judge!” Jenny leaned forwards, her face filled with rapt attention. “Okay, go-”
“So you know I didn’t bother attending Albert’s funeral,” Vanessa began.
“Naturally.” Jenny agreed. “Who would want to see the dead body of an old geezer?”
“See? I had to get my nails done!” Gods, Vanessa had no idea what she would do without a friend like Jenny.
“Okay, but how are you planning on getting the money now?” Jenny asked, “that’s what I want to know.”
“I can’t believe he died before I could get my hands on it,” Vanessa rolled her eyes, “I keep having these masterful plans, and things keep going wrong!”
“I know…” Jenny said remorsefully, putting her hand on her best friend’s wrist. “But you must have some way to deal with it. You’re still engaged, after all!” “Yeah. This is my plan - I’m going to go see his younger sister tomorrow. I think her name is Maggie. They’re having a gathering at her house, mostly to read Albert’s will. I’m going to go there and pretend to be the broken hearted fiance - you know how good I am at fake crying - and watch their stupid faces when they realize Albert’s given me all of his fortune!” Vanessa finished, extremely pleased with herself.
“You’re sure he gave you his entire fortune?” Jenny asked.
“Yes, he was absolutely obsessed with me! Gave me everything I ever asked for,” Vanessa replied confidently.
“You’re going to have to buy the Chanel purse when you get all his money! Uggh… I’m so jealous!” Jenny replied.
“It’s easy, just fake your way into an old guy’s heart. I’ve never even let Albert touch me! And he somehow thought I was obsessed with his body and personality. He was such a stupid man. In a way, I’m glad he died… I won’t have to fake anything after seeing his family tomorrow.” Vanessa picked up her drink and gulped some more down.
“You know what? I’m totally going to try to get my own man… I’m desperate to be spoilt, too!” Vanessa was glad she had called on her bestie that night. She needed a way to unwind before the lying took place, and needed to make sure the plan was sound from her ultimate ‘yes’ man, Jenny. She felt far more relaxed now, and was sure Maggie would fall for her lies.
“Now come, I want to dance and let loose. Enough about the stupid people in our lives!” Vanessa grinned and held her hand out for her friend.
“No need to ask me twice,” Jenny agreed, already standing up on her heels.
They stepped onto the dance floor together, and have done the same so many times before the girls barely had to say anything to each other as they felt their bodies move to the music. A couple of younger girls had begun talking amongst themselves, clearly making fun of them for going to the club at thirty years old, but shut up with the crowd as soon as Vanessa began moving her body.
Vanessa wasn’t intelligent by any means, but she did know exactly how to sway her hips and move her ass to any song in such a seductive way it drove most men crazy. A couple of people turned to her now as she began swaying, her eyes shut with her hands up in the air. She began moving a single hand down her body, touching herself seductively as she perked her lips. She opened her eyes and targeted a single guy, her smoldering expression enough to melt anyone that watched her. She moved her hands lower and lower, to the curve of her breasts, to between her belly, and down her legs.
She pulled Jenny close to her, forced her back against her front, and the two women began swaying side to side perfectly to the rhythm of the song. Jenny’s ass pressed into Vanessa’s front as they moved against each other and soon switched positions so Vanessa was in the front.
Her hands never stopped moving as she caressed her body over and over, hinting at all the ways she could be touched in the bedroom. The men that watched her couldn’t help but fantasize about her, all wishing they were the one in the middle of the dance floor with her, and might be the champion to bring her home that night.
What Vannesa never revealed to these men was the fact that she only craved to forever be the tease, to force them to watch her body, but never be able to touch it. She was too beautiful and precious to touch with their greasy fingers.
She fell to the floor with her ass in the air and legs wide open, then climbed back up slowly, still moving her hips as she did so. A few men dared to approach her now, but she cleverly avoided all of them as she continued to sway to the music.
Yes, tonight she would dance until she couldn’t anymore, and tomorrow, she would show up at Albert’s family mansion, take everything he had, and never look back.
Chapter 1
Vanessa woke up with makeup smeared on her face, yawning loudly as she flipped over. She crawled to the other side of the bed where her side table was. The bed itself was huge, larger than a king, and was purchased for her alongside the rest of the room when Albert first had her move into his manor. They stayed in separate rooms because Vanessa had a ‘sleep apnea’ and needed to sleep alone to ‘help. The truth was, she just didn’t want to sleep in a bed with a dirty old man, and had found the perfect excuse not to.
Now, not only was she enjoying the bedroom to herself, she had the whole house to herself, it was absolutely wonderful! She flipped the alarm clock on and gasped. She was supposed to meet Maggie an hour later, and she hadn’t even started preparing yet. Usually, it took her at least three hours to get herself absolutely perfect. She knew she shouldn’t have had that fourth cocktail! It was all Jenny’s fault.
She tossed the goose-feather filled comforter to the ground, ran to her large walk-in closet, and began flipping through the clothes, trying to find the perfect item to impress Maggie. It took her a couple of minutes, but she eventually located a suit that seemed professional and fashionable at the same time. She brought it to the bathroom with her, intending to put it on after she showered after such a late night with Jenny.
The suit itself consisted of a gray jacket and gray pants, which hugged her figure perfectly and showed off her ass. The pervert Albert definitely memorized her sizes as soon as he laid his eyes on her! She wore a tight black tank top underneath and the most expensive black shoes she could find, complete with a tiny bit of a heel. Vanessa owned hundreds of pairs of shoes, and most of them had at least a small heel. It was just how she was raised.
After taking a well needed hot shower, Vanessa emerged naked and ready to put on a fresh coat of makeup. She was such an expert at doing it she barely needed to look at herself in the reflection. Within the next fifteen minutes, she had large false lashes, perky pink lips, cat-winged liner, and a rosy blush. She then curled her hair, making it fall gently around her body, and put on her favorite sweet-pea scented perfume. Yes, she was now perfect.
She rang for her driver, who had been at the estate since the morning. Gods, she loved the life she now had alone without Albert bothering her all the time. The driver took quite some time to get to Maggie’s place, though Vanessa was feeling a mix of anticipation, worry, and delight. She worried that Maggie might be rude, and not be quite as easy to trick as Albert was, and Albert had always spoken of his younger sister dearly. She was excited to see the manor itself, as she’d always been attracted to pretty things, and wanted to know if Maggie was even richer than the man she was engaged to. She was also delighted to finally have the matter settled once and for all, and she would live the rest of her life as a rich ‘mourning’ widow.
The driver turned the corner, and she was already amazed. Before her was a twirling wrought iron gate of meandering leaf motifs, behind which lay perfectly symmetrical rows of manicured trees on either side of the driveway. The house itself was hidden behind the trees and each corner they took along the way displayed a beautiful view - a flower arrangement on a small hill, a view of the property’s lake, a small chapel amongst trimmed bushes, to name but a few.
When they’d cleared the line of trees that walled the boundary the house came into view front and center, standing proud atop a hill of its own. Still, the driveway continued, but now through criss-crossed trimmed lawns adorned with statues and fountains. She could barely keep her jaw closed from sheer amazement as she stared through the symmetrical trees that lined the driveway, now only one row of them instead of a whole woodland.
The house itself was built in a baroque style with statues lining the roof, clutching shields and spears, swords and bows, watching, defending the property. Tall windows arranged in rows looked over the property and high domes peeked out above the roof. Never in her life had she seen such obscene opulence in her life, even while being raised by such a rich father.
At last, the car pulled between ornate pillars into an extensive awning. A semicircular set of stairs led up to brass-gilded doorways with long handlebars, and it seemed somebody was already set to receive her. Through the glass of the car’s window she saw a woman in a tuxedo with an indifferent look about her face. She must have been sixty five or so, with gray hair and the signs of age creeping about her face. She seemed to recognize Vanessa as she sat in one of Albert’s cars, as she seemed to immediately react and walk towards the front entrance.
Vanessa’s chauffeur stopped right at the front gates, helped her out of the car, wished her a good morning, and drove off, leaving a still flabbergasted woman behind. Vanessa recentered herself, huffed, then began walking up the stairs in her brand new suit. She reached the very top, and was about to knock on the opulent doorway when it swung open, revealing the woman she had spotted inside. “Good day, you must be Vanessa?” She asked, looking her up and down.
“I am,” Vanessa wondered if she should’ve been bowing. The woman was eyeing her up and down, and looked almost transfixed by her appearance. Vanessa had had many men stare at that before, though rarely anyone this woman’s age.
The woman seemed to compose herself after a few seconds, and cleared her throat, saying, “you’re here to see Madame Blanchet?”
“Yes, are you not her?” Vanessa asked, confused.
“Oh no!” The woman burst out laughing, “I am her butler, Philippa. I am merely the one sent to welcome guests. Can’t you tell by my attire?” Now that Vanessa looked closely, it would’ve been quite peculiar for Maggie Blanchet to be wearing a black suit, a red bowtie and matching dress pants in her own home. Philippa also had a handkerchief draped across her shoulder, clearly to be used at any moment.
“Oh, a female butler? I’ve never heard of such a thing,” Vanessa said.
“Ah, you’re quite the young and naive one, aren’t you?” Philippa chuckled. “Well, the Madame is waiting for you in the sitting room. It’s best we get going.” Vanessa began moving forward, and failed to notice Philippa deliberately walking behind her, wanting to check out her behind as they traveled down the hall together. Philippa shook her head, completely bewildered at how one could be so captivating. She had lived for many years, and had never seen a woman this beautiful in her entire life. The ass on her almost didn’t look real!
Vanessa gasped when she saw the three cats dash across the room. She stepped back, her eyes wide. “What was that?!” She exclaimed.
Philippa was so transfixed by Vanessa’s ass she almost didn’t see them herself, but began chuckling when she realized, “never seen a cat before?”
“Of course I have!” Vanessa said as she smoothed her gray suit out. “I just didn’t expect to have three of them run across the room like that!”
“Do you not like animals?” Philippa asked.
Of course I don’t. They’re nasty and covered in fleas. Vanessa thought, and realized that wouldn’t be the right thing to say, “they’re… cute! I wish they were here for longer so I could see them properly!”
“Well, Madame Blanchet is very fond of them. She has had Milly for quite a few years now, and Milly had just given birth to two kittens of her own. We’re still not quite sure who the father is! Milly must’ve snuck out one day… silly cat.” Philippa said fondly. Vanessa couldn’t understand why anyone would like a cat… but shrugged as she continued on. She just hoped the nasty fur wouldn’t be getting on her suit. “Madame Blanchet is quite the solitary woman, so I would suggest treating the kittens with respect, as they are everything to her.” Vanessa nodded - well, that was nice to know at least.
They arrived at the door to the sitting room, with Philippa walking ahead at the end to hold the door open for Vanessa, who was used to the treatment. She nodded a curt thanks, and began examining the large room, which seemed even more impressive than the outside of the manor.
Everything seemed to be adorned with gold accents, from the furniture to the ceiling to the silverware themselves. Plush Persian carpeting covered the entire floor, and three women sat around a matching furniture set that could fit more than fifteen guests, all sipping on cups of tea made out of delicate pink porcelain. They all turned to her at once, and Vanessa was spared her introduction as Philippa said, “this is Vanessa, Madame. Your late brother’s fiance.”
“Oh, so please to finally meet you in person, Vanessa.” Vanessa stood frozen for only a mere second before putting on a facade. Her face immediately dropped, wanting to look like a woman in mourning, and approached Maggie solemnly, grabbing her hand to kiss the back of it as she approached. Maggie herself was just as she had imagined. Vanessa knew she was sixty six years old, and had seen a few photographs of her around Albert’s house (which she would be getting rid of as soon as she could). Maggie had her white hair tied up in an intricate bun on the top of her head, a long face filled with wrinkles, and thin lips that were currently curved upwards into a small smile. She wore a long purple dress with a white belt around her waist. The dress itself looked more like an overcoat than anything Vanessa would ever wear, though she shook that thought aside, wanting to show the utmost respect to Maggie herself.
“Pleasure to meet you too, Madame,” she replied.
Maggie chuckled and shook her head, “no, no. Call me Maggie. We are family, after all.”
Vanessa felt a jolt of eagerness flash through her. Yes, this would be a piece of cake. “And who are your friends here?”
“This is Edith and Mary. They’re my accountants, though we’ve become quite close friends over the years.” Maggie nodded her head towards two women, one quite tall, and the other quite round. Both looked as if they were around Philippa’s age or a few years younger. Vanessa nodded to them respectfully. “Well, why don’t you sit down and join us for a chat, Vanessa?”
She agreed, and sat down on the same couch as Maggie, though quite a distance away. “How have you been doing with my brother’s passing?” Maggie asked, getting to the serious topic right off the bat. Vanessa was pleased though, she had been practicing for this, and it was her time to shine.
She put on the saddest expression she possibly could, let a drop of tear out of her right eye, and said, “well… I must admit I’ve been quite lonely in the large manor. I miss Albert’s company.”
“Oh, is that so? Well, I’ll have to say Albert and I were also quite close, so I’m surprised we hadn’t had the chance to meet. He’s always said you were busy with one thing or another,” Maggie said.
The truth was, Vanessa just didn’t want to find the time to talk to Albert’s boring old family, and hadn’t felt the need until this very moment. “Well, this is not a great time for it, but I’m pleased we’re able to meet now.”
They spent the next half hour or so catching up, with Vanessa weaving a greater and greater tale as time went on, though she was delighted that Maggie seemed to think she was wealthy herself. Vanessa suspected that was a part of the reason why Albert agreed to marry her in the first place, since he trusted that she wasn’t using him for his money, and was perfectly capable of taking advantage of her own father’s fortune. She had conveniently not mentioned that she had been cut off long before she had met Albert - but he didn’t need to know that.
Maggie, on the other hand, spent the entire encounter wondering what Albert saw in Vanessa in the first place. Yes, the woman was stunning, and more than half his age, but she felt very… fake. Maggie could tell when a person was trying to schmooze her, and that was exactly what Vanessa seemed to be doing. She was being too friendly, and seemed to be acting up her loss of Albert. Vanessa also didn’t seem very cultured, which Maggie took pride in above all else. Well, it didn’t matter. Vanessa didn’t seem like a horrible person, and she might’ve truly loved Albert, and was feeling nervous around her. Maggie wasn’t going to be rude to her solely because of her lack of intelligence and youth.
“Ah, I almost forgot m’dere. We’ve met today to discuss the will,” Maggie said at last.
Vanessa perked up immediately. She hadn’t planned on bringing it up herself, for fear of looking greedy, but she was getting tired of being around the group of old women, and wanted this all dealt with as quickly as possible so she could go back to bed. “Yes! The will. I had almost completely forgotten. I was having too much fun talking to you, Maggie,” Vanessa said with sweetness coating her tongue.
Maggie chuckled politely and said, “well, Albert’s personal lawyer still has the will, and is planning on discussing it with me privately this afternoon. In a few days, it will be finalized and revealed to the rest of the family, including yourself.”
Vanessa was shocked, not only was she expecting the will to be revealed today, she had thought the fortune would be handed to her, perhaps with a suitcase or a giant chest! “I see…” she replied, trying to maintain her composure.
“Her name is Georgina Hautercourt. I’m sure you’ve heard of her?” Maggie asked, lifting her cup of tea again to take a small sip.
“Hmm…” Vanessa thought, “not really.”
“Oh, I would’ve assumed Albert might’ve mentioned her a few times. No matter, she will be coming this afternoon, after my dear friends have gone,” she nodded towards Mary and Edith, who had been mostly quiet through the morning chat, mostly to gauge and judge Albert’s fiance, whom they had heard a lot about. “Philippa will be taking Mary and Edith home, since they’re not familiar with the area, and will have a few urgent errands to run for me as well. I do hope she’s back before Georgina arrives…” Maggie said, almost as if she was talking to herself.
“Ah, I’ve always feared working with Georgina, I’ve heard she’s quite the eccentric sort,” Edith said.
“Yes… not easy to deal with, I heard,” Mary nodded, agreeing.
“You poor soul, having to take care of her without Philippa around,” Edith continued.
“Oh, I have an idea!” Vanessa said, her heart pounding in anticipation, “I can stay and take care of the two of them while Philippa is away. Two birds with one stone, right?”
“Are you sure, m’dere? It won’t be a bother?” Maggie asked, looking quite shocked at the offer.
Vanessa shook her head, “no. I’ve said before, I’ve been feeling quite alone in such a large manor, and it’ll be nice to have some company. Besides, I’ve taken care of many sweet elderly in the past, so I’m sure I can take care of whatever you or Georgina might need!” Vanessa couldn’t believe herself how smoothly the lies came out of her mouth, it must’ve been from all the practice she’s had with Albert.
“Well, this is delightful. I’m so glad we’re getting along well, Vanessa,” Maggie said, again proving to Vanessa how easy this will all be for her.
Edith and Mary soon departed with Philippa quickly behind, all waving goodbye to Vanessa and noting that they would see her again. Vanessa went back to sitting with Maggie, who raised an eyebrow, “well, I’ve had enough of sitting here and sipping tea. Should we have a tour around the manor?”
“That sounds delightful!” Vanessa answered. She wasn’t looking forward to being with Maggie for the rest of the day, but she was desperate to get her hand on that will, and besides, she would have fun looking at all the fancy decor and intricacies of Maggie’s manor. Maybe it could even be hers one day!
They spent the next hour or so walking around the manor, with Maggie pointing out different antiques and places of interest. Vanessa couldn’t believe how big it was on the inside. There was a theater room, a large ballroom, dining room, and countless bedrooms, even larger than Albert’s. The backyard consisted of a large garden with a central water fountain, making Vanessa completely speechless. She didn’t think anyone could surpass Albert with his own grandiose home, but Maggie seemed to have beaten her own older brother in wealth.
She listened attentively as Maggie continued to talk, wondering when the lawyer would finally arrive. It was near noon when a car pulled up, and the two women were on the second floor as Vanessa looked out the large window, wondering if it was finally Georgina.
“Oh, it looks like she’s here!” Maggie said, “do you mind going down to receive her, just like Philippa did?”
“Of course!” Vanessa said, though looked back at Maggie as she began walking back down the stairs, “you’re okay on your own?”
“Oh silly girl,” Maggie chuckled, “I’m old, not crippled! Now go, or Georgina might be frustrated by the lack of proper etiquette!”
Vanessa nodded and began jogging down the stairs, wanting to make a good first impression to Albert’s lawyer as well. “I’ll wait for the two of you in my dressing room!” Maggie exclaimed behind her.
Vanessa opened the door right as the lawyer was about to knock, and the two women stood at the giant front doors, eyeing each other up. Vanessa still panted after having jogged to get there. Georgina was extremely peculiar with her outfit, with a large hat, fur wrapped around her neck, and a long gray overcoat. She had white bushy eyebrows, large ears, and short hair that circled her ears. She was… not what Vanessa would have imagined a famous lawyer to look like.
Georgina, on the other hand, looked amazed. In front of her, instead of the usual boring old Philippa stood a gorgeous tall woman that smelt like roses! She leaned into Vanessa and sniffed, not caring if she minded or not. Vanessa looked completely flabbergasted. Where was this woman’s manners?!
“Well, hello there. I’m Vanessa, Albert’s fiance,” she reached her hand out, trying to compose herself from such a bizarre first reaction.
Georgina let out a wide goofy grin and reached her white-gloved hand out as well. She shook Vanessa’s hand aggressively, gripping it firmly as she did. “Ah. Of course you are. I’ve heard you were quite the beauty, but I never imagined something such a vixen! Of course Albert wanted to marry you! I would’ve wanted to snatch you up myself!” She gave Vanessa a pat on her head, making Vanessa cringe internally. What was with this old lady and respecting people’s personal space? If it were anyone else she would’ve slapped her by now, but this was someone she still had to respect… for now, anyway. Maybe when she finally grasped Albert’s inheritance Vanessa could show Georgina how to have some manners.
Georgina suddenly stood straight out of nowhere, like her mission was set, and began moving forwards without a second glance at Vanessa. Vanessa rushed after her, “ah, let me grab your coat for you!”
Georgina didn’t even appear to have heard her, and used a cane Vanessa had just noticed now to propel herself forwards way faster than normal for a woman of her age. Vanessa had to jog after her to catch up, “Quick, quick, gotta get to Maggie!”
“Okay, Georgina. I understand. Just let me grab your coat for you!” Vanessa rushed after her, blocked Georgina’s way, and began grabbing her coat. Georgina seemed to finally realize what she was doing, and began leaning into her as she swayed from side to side. Gods, Georgina must’ve been senile at this point, this was not normal behavior! She should’ve listened to the others when they warned her in the first place. No matter, Vanessa still needed access to the will, and this was how she was going to get it.
She finally managed to pull the coat off of the old lady, and ran to hang it up at the front coat hook as Georgina began to abruptly start moving towards the grand staircase again. “Wait for me!” Vanessa called out behind her. She couldn’t help but think back to yesterday, when she was sitting on her own thousand dollar pouf, reading a magazine with not a care in the world. Today, she was chasing an old lady around the house, begging her to slow down!
She reached Georgina again, and reached her hand out, “are you sure you don’t want to wait for Maggie to come down?! I don’t think you should walk up the stairs in this state?”
“Oh pish posh, you silly girl! I’m not that old yet!” Georgina responded, and had the absolute audacity to pat Vanessa on her ass. Not only did she pat her, she grabbed onto it and stroked it with her gloved hands, “oooo I’ve never felt such a wonderfully soft tushy!”
Vanessa stopped all of her frantic actions at once. She felt like her entire body was consumed by flames. Never, in her entire life, had she ever been touched without explicit permission. Most of her boyfriends had never even had the audacity to touch her until months into their relationship! Albert, her own fiance, had never even had the privilege of touching her other than a single peck on the cheek, and now she was being groped by an old lady that could never understand the gift she’d just been granted. Her mind seemed to race a mile a second, until she finally cooled herself down and let out an extremely shrill and fake laugh. “Hah! You’re quite the silly one, Mrs. Hautecourt!”
Again, Georgina didn’t even seem to acknowledge this at all, and began strutting up the stairs again like she owned the place, humming a melody as she did so. “Oh, that’s a nice song, Georgina,” Vanessa said, trying her best to remain calm, “do I know it?” She linked her arm around the older woman’s, trying to help her not fall down the stairs.
“Of course not! I come up with my own amazing bops!” Georgina replied, and began singing even louder. “Hu rum rum rum!”
Vanessa could feel Georgina begin to lean heavily on her, and was leaning back so far it seemed like she was about to fall down the stairs. Vanessa wasn’t a very strong person, though she did go to the gym quite frequently, and managed to hold Georgina still. She couldn’t understand how Georgina hadn’t danced her way to her grave yet with this sort of behavior.
“Oh ho ho, what a strong girl! I guess I can depend on you!” Georgina laughed so hard at her own joke she began spinning around, and Vanessa gasped as she tried to hold on with all her might, forcing the two of them to dance across the stairs as they spun together.
Georgina stood behind her, with nothing to hold her still any longer. In order to save herself, she reached her cane out and hooked the top of it against Vanessa’s pants, pulling it back and down as she began falling down the stairs. Vanessa gasped as she tried to hold onto the wooden handrail, but the grand staircase was too large, and she wasn’t even close to it. She could only try to balance herself as Georgina fell back more and more, and began pulling Vanessa’s pants down as she did so.
Vanessa gasped. Her pants were now halfway down her body, and her pink striped panties were now on full display for the other woman to see. Vanessa couldn’t imagine it! She was completely and utterly mortified. She was a composed, beautiful, classy woman and now she was made a complete fool of! Georgina burst out laughing as she stared at Vanessa’s panties, not even trying to hide the fact that she could see them in the first place, “what a wonderful sight I have in front of me!” Vanessa could feel herself tip downwards, and she tried desperately to maintain any sort of dignity she had left while not falling down the staircase at the same time.
Suddenly, Georgina released her grip on her, jumped onto her back, and yelled, “go, go, horsey!”
Vanessa gasped, and tried to maintain her balance once more as she was not completely tilted forwards. She swayed, and finally stood still, gasping loudly as she did. “You want me to carry you up the stairs!?”
“What did I just say? Giddy-up now! We have no time to waste!” Georgina chuckled, wrapping her legs around Vanessa as she swayed. “By the way, I loved your panties! What an adorable design for a young girl!” For a second, Vanessa considered letting the old woman go and let her fall down the stairs and forgetting this ever happened. Then, she sighed and nodded, and began climbing. She hadn’t expected anyone to see her panties today! If she had, she would’ve worn something more fitting for her stature, not girly pink striped ones! You never think… Vanessa, that’s how you get yourselves in these kinds of situations!
She carried Georgina the rest of the way up to the second floor, and was only relieved to find that Georgina was quite light, though Vanessa had never had someone on her back like this before. She realized after a few seconds that this would be a good time to ask about the will before the old woman met with Maggie, and cautiously asked, “can I ask about Albert’s will? I do wish all of this will be sorted soon… so I can go back to my mourning,” she lied smoothly.
“Hu rum rum!” Georgina continued to sing, “Oh dear, oh dear. No, no. I cannot speak to you about the will! It is important I discuss the details with Maggie first! Hu rum rum!” She went back to her song, like Vanessa hadn’t asked at all.
Vanessa rolled her eyes. This was by far becoming one of the worst days of her life.
Maggie was now standing in front of a large ornate gold mirror, staring at herself as she puffed up her white hair. She talked to Milly, a silken white furred cat as she stood next to her, licking her paws, “that’s better. We must both look our best for Georgina! He’s our oldest and dearest friend, afterall!”
“Meow!” Milly replied, still licking her paw. They both looked up at the knock at the door, and Maggie invited them in almost immediately.
Vanessa appeared at the door, panting and completely out of breath. “Madame Hautecourt has arrived…” Maggie stared at her in shock, wondering what had gotten into the girl since she had seen her last. They both gasped as Vanessa’s expensive gray dress pants fell around her ankle, exposing her pink and white striped panties once more.
“Oh gods!” Vanessa gasped, leaning down to pull her pants back up, “I’m so sorry!”
Maggie stared at her in absolute silence, not understanding what had happened. “No worries m’d—” Before Maggie could finish though, Vanessa ran out of sight, completely mortified. Maggie chuckled to herself, she hadn’t imagined Vanessa wearing such adorable panties!
Georgina appeared, and Maggie smiled, immediately walking closer to greet him. She picked up Milly, and gave Georgina a big hug. “So good to see you, Georgina!”
Georgina squeezed Maggie tight, “ah, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the privilege of working with!”
“You’re shameless, Georgina!” The two old women chuckled amongst themselves.
“Now, shall get started talking about business?” Maggie asked, intrigued about the mystery of her brother’s will as well.
“No, no. First, we must dance!” Georgina approached the record player Maggie had saved from her own father, and set the arm on the record. An Elvis song began playing, and she grabbed onto Maggie’s hands. The two women began strutting around the room, giggling like school girls as the three cats jumped and played around them.
Downstairs, Vanessa was completely mortified. She had held onto her pants and walked all the way to Philippa’s area, where she had the laundry room set up. She was angry, humiliated, and embarrassed. She had spent all day schmoozing up to Maggie, trying to have her ultimate respect, and this stupid lawyer had to come and ruin everything! She pulled her pants off, stood there in only her panties and her tight black tank top, and began trying to iron her trousers, which were all creased and widened from Georgina’s man handling.
She began to heat up the iron, plugging it into the wall as she waited, tapping her foot down impatiently as she tried to formulate her next plan of action. After a few minutes, she checked the iron, and grumbled to herself as she realized she hadn’t even pressed the on button. She had seen people iron on tv shows, but they never explained how to do it! She’d always had servants or dry cleaners do that sort of thing for her… Maybe she would start to learn her lesson now, and not rely on other people. Though from what we’ve seen so far, it didn’t seem like Vanessa would ever be able to learn her own faults!
She turned the iron on and tapped her foot again, this time crossing her arms in frustration. Again, she checked, though this time she hadn’t realized she had it on the highest setting. She pressed her finger against the tip of the iron and gasped, releasing her fingers from it. Damn, it was hot! She blew hard on her delicate hands, which hadn’t done a single day of hard work in its life. How could a beautiful and sexy woman such as her, so proud of herself, have to deal with a frail eighty seven year old woman, and be bested by her?
She couldn’t believe she was standing in the basement of the manor on her own with her panties out in the open, having to iron her own pants. How did she get into such a silly situation? She began ironing the pants, and having not turned the iron down, managed to burn a corner of the pants, leaving a fairly large triangular imprint. She grumbled to herself, cursing the old woman and claiming she would send her a large bill for ruining such expensive pants. She lifted the pants, examining her work. It was burnt, and was still creased in some spots, but it would have to do for now. Vanessa didn’t have time to waste taking care of attire, she needed to get to the bottom of the will situation.
She slipped the pants back on, breathing a sigh of relief that it still fit her relatively well, and slipped her coat on as well. With newfound determination, she exited the laundry room, climbing back up again. She stopped right at the door, and was about to knock when she heard Maggie distinctly say, “well, get on with it then, Georgina! What’s with all the secrecy about the will?”
“Well… it’s quite a hilarious matter, actually,” Georgina chuckled, “but we both know how Albert is!” Vanessa furrow her eyebrows together… why would the will be hilarious?
“Hilarious?” Maggie said, “care to explain?”
“Albert… Albert has left the will to your cats!” Georgina revealed. Vanessa stepped back, absolutely shocked. She mustn’t have heard it correctly. It didn’t make any sense. The cats?! No, no. She definitely heard wrong. She stepped closer again, pressing her ear to the door.
“The kitties? Really?” Maggie sounded shocked as well.
“He wants you to have everything you need for your dream, to be able to build a real orphanage for stray cats, a paradise for them with ultimate comfort, as written here.” Georgina explained.
Vanessa could hear the quiver of Maggie’s voice as she said, “no… he didn’t. Oh, Albert. What a kind, kind soul. He was the greatest brother any old lady like me could ever have.” She sniffled, and Georgina seemed to have handed her a handkerchief, “oh Georgina, how will I ever be able to thank him?”
“Thank him when you see him in heaven, my dear Maggie,” Georgina replied. Vanessa was shaking. She took a few steps back and hit her back against the hallway wall. She’d never been so angry in her entire life, and that was saying something, because she was almost always mad at someone. He was giving his fortune to goddamn cats?! She wasted two years of her youth to schmooze this old man and she was getting nothing out of it?! The wealth was hers and only hers, and she wouldn’t be Vanessa Bianchi if she let that old buffoon get away with this!
She was so angry her hands were balled around her newly ironed pants, and as she thought more and more about the sheer audacity of Albert, she pulled upwards, not realizing her belt was wrongly attached to the hook of the dress pants She looked down to see the pants itself had ripped clean through the back, the seams having completely torn.
She gasped out loud, realizing what she had done. Vanessa would likely have to spend the rest of her day with her embarrassing panties and sexy little butt completely exposed! Seems Karma had done a good job. You are a stuck up woman with a horrible attitude Vanessa, and this time you're going to have a hard time. You’re the real silly kitten here, Vanessa!
She spent the rest of the day thinking about her next plan of action while trying to figure out what to do with her ruined pants. She knew now that the only way to stop all of this from happening was to get rid of Maggie’s stupid cats. Maggie would be so upset she would decline the fortune and give it to Vanessa, and she would finally complete her plan with Albert once and for all.
Chapter 2
She had made an excuse with Maggie and Georgina, wanting to escape from them while she still had her dignity intact. She tried to cover her ass while she was in the car with her driver, and immediately threw it away when she got home. Albert had given her hundreds of presents, a pair of pants wouldn’t matter in the long run, especially after she had secured the fortune.
That night, she put on a black tank top, figuring it would be the most secure for a heist, black jeans, and called for a taxi instead of her driver. No, she didn’t want anyone to know what she was up to, and hoped that she took all of the precautions to make sure the crime couldn’t be linked to her. Not only had she left the front gates open before she left, she had also cleverly left a window open before she left the manor, and now only needed to lift herself up slightly before hefting herself over the edge. She knew it would only be Maggie and Philippa left in the house, and the two older women wouldn’t have great hearing, anyway. She had a few pieces of salmon defrosted from her fridge, and now flapped it in the air as she whistled, hoping the cats would come to her.
She walked around the manor, trying to avoid Maggie’s bedroom as much as possible, eventually seeing Milly curled around her bed with the two kittens in her embrace. Well, this was going to be quite easy, then. Vanessa tossed the fish in a sack, lifted it, and dropped it on top of the three cats at once. “Meeorrww!” She heard as she took out a rope and began tying it around the top of the sack. She felt like a very clever supervillain, and couldn’t help but wonder if this was a great new look for her.
She exited the house through the same window, realizing her plan was already almost complete. It was much easier than she had imagined! She was about to call the taxi again when she spotted a cute vespa sitting on the side of the curb. She approached, wondering if it belonged to Maggie. A key with a cute poof was hanging on the side mirror, and Vanessa felt as if the vespa was placed there just for her. She hadn’t driven a motorbike for quite a while, since she had visited Italy with her father, but she still knew the ropes, and could still remember how much fun she had in the past riding it around the streets of Rome.
She stuck the keys in the ignition and was delighted when it purred to life. She stuck the cats behind her, making sure they were secure, and began driving. She wanted to get this done as soon as possible and go back home. She knew she would still have to drop the vespa off, and the longer she took, the more suspicious she was.
The roads were becoming more and more winded as she traveled up a mountain path, and as she swerved at a high speed, she lost control of her hold on the cats, whose bag were wrapped around her wrist. She gasped as she felt it unwind, and saw the sack fly down the path and into the yard of a suburban house. She stopped at once, glancing down at it. Damn… she was in trouble now. She stood there alone in the dark, wondering if she could just leave the cats there and let someone else raise them, but knew at once the extent Maggie would go to find them again, and realized she couldn’t risk it. If the cats were returned to Maggie, she might never let them out of her sight again.
Disgruntled, Vanessa u-turned backwards, going down the hill to find the house. It took her fifteen minutes to circle around until she found the two-floored chateau she had last seen the sack fall close to. She stopped the engine, looking at the house and wondered if she would have to deal with tight security. She removed her helmet, made sure her hair was perfect, and began walking towards it.
Thankfully, she wouldn’t need to climb over the fence. The door itself was unlockable from the inside, and with Vanessa’s small fingers, she managed to flick it open. She grinned, once more feeling confident about her new task.
As she began peering around, she abruptly heard a small growl coming from in front of her. She stopped her breathing all at once. No, this wasn’t going to be good. She hated dogs just as much as she hated cats - they were all dirty animals, after all! And from her past experience, it seemed dogs hated her just as much as she hated them. A figure began materializing from the darkness, a single paw in front of the other. “Oh no… no no no!” She began running back to the vespa, but it was too late. The dog was far quicker than she was. It jumped on her legs, forcing her to fall over on her front. The dog tore at her pants, pulling it downwards as she screamed into the grass, still trying to be silent enough that she wouldn’t wake the home owners. The dog began tearing and biting at her black jeans, and eventually grabbed onto her red polka dotted underwear, pulling it from Vanessa’s ass and giving her an immense wedgie. “No!!” She cried out, trying to bat the dog away.
Part of the underwear was ripped off by the dog, and the other half was still hanging down from her jeans. Her bare butt was once again fully exposed, and now in front of a mutt on top of everything else. She began crawling army style out the backyard and towards the fence, but turned around to glare at the dog, giving it her meanest expression. The dog seemed to be staring right back at her with humor, like it had wanted to embarrass her in the first place. It seemed even puppies knew Vanessa was the villain, and wanted to punish her alongside everyone else! Vanessa’s red panties were hanging from its mouth, and she almost wanted to jump the dog to grab it back. Before she could, though, the lights in the house turned on, one on the second floor. She gasped, and her heart began to pound wildly.
Her fight or flight response activated, and she jumped up and began running, with her naked ass exposed to the cold night air. Again, Vanessa had gotten her karma. She had spent her entire life getting her way, and now the universe seemed to be punishing her for her greed and ignorance. She ran with her panties flapping in the air towards the vespa, getting away from that place, feeling so frustrated and embarrassed she could barely contain herself.
At the house, a girl stepped out from the backdoor, looking down at her dog. She had orangish-brown hair that fell to her chest, black glasses, and currently wore her pajamas - blue sweat pants and a black t-shirt with a white long shirt underneath. Her dog Misky approached, whining a little with Vanessa’s panties still in her mouth. Zoey, who lived on the property alone, knelt down and picked up the panties, confused. As she was about to ask Misky out loud, she heard a soft whine and purr, and looked over to see the thrown sack laying on a bed or roses in her mother’s garden.
She approached, undid the badly done tie, and gasped as three cats fell out onto the soft grass. “What on earth–?” This was by far the weirdest night of Zoey’s life. She looked at her puppy, asking, “did you attack the person who did this?” It must’ve been a woman, judging by the polka dotted print, “good girl, Misky!” Misky barked, and rubbed herself against Zoey’s hand.
The kittens looked shocked at first, but saw her and began bouncing around, seemingly like nothing had happened. The adult, which Zoey assumed was their mother, began purring and rubbing her body against Zoey’s leg. Zoey’s heart seemed to swell to double its size. “Well, I guess we’ll be keeping you! I love kittens!” She picked all three of them up in one scoop and cooed at them as she entered her house.
Vanessa could feel her bare ass against the cool seat of the vespa the entire ride back. She was absolutely and utterly humiliated. The only consolation she had was the fact that Maggie may have lost her cats forever, and Vanessa would still have the chance to get the fortune.
She returned the vespa to exactly where she found it, and had to cover her ass as she once again called a taxi, hoping the driver wouldn’t notice her unusual behavior.
The next morning, Maggie woke up, absolutely confused. She was used to getting licks from Milly and the kittens every morning, and today, there were no cats on top of her bed! She crawled out in her long night gown, and began searching. She searched the entire morning, and enlisted all of her staff members to help as well. It was no use, she couldn’t find the kittens anywhere. Philippa worried Maggie would undergo a heart attack, and spent the afternoon trying to calm her down, forcing her to drink as much tea as possible as Maggie cried.
Back at Vanessa’s manor, she was feeling anxiety. She was humiliated, but she knew she would have to go back. She had to make sure the cats were gone forever, and with the amount Maggie loved them, she was sure to find them eventually, especially with the money at her disposal. She spent the entire day trying to figure out what to do, and concluded that she would be brave and face the mutt that had attacked her.
She wore a similar tight black tank top and a pair of blue jeans this time, having had to throw the black ones out the previous night. She drove herself this time, taking one of Albert’s many cars this time, though she parked it a few houses down to not rouse suspicion. She walked slowly up to the fence, peering inside to make sure the dog wasn’t around. Not seeing a thing, she walked back around to the house, knowing the kittens might be inside. She plucked a hairpin out of her hair, and pushed it inside, trying to wiggle it around. It was what she saw in the movies, so it was sure to work, right? She wiggled it and pushed it in, trying over and over again to feel or hear some sort of click. Her heart was racing again, and she just wanted this damned thing to be over with.
Right when she did hear the click though, she heard some sort of contraption slide to the side, and gasped as she saw some sort of mechanical device begin rising from a tile a meter away from her, seeming from out of nowhere. The device looked like some sort of clown, with a wide painted smile of a woman plastered on its face, before Vanessa could react, the clown opened its mouth and began repeating the word, “password” over and over again in a monotone robotic voice. Vanessa had no idea what was going on. Feeling confused and frightened, she opened the door, and gasped when she suddenly felt a tug at her pants. She turned around and realized she was currently being pinched by a pair of mechanical pincers, which had emerged from the clown and were now grabbing onto her underpants.
“Not again!” Vanessa whined as her trousers began coming down once more. For what felt like the hundredth time, Vanessa’s sweet and perky ass was exposed to the cool night air, with her butt completely uncovered. “No, not this time!” She exclaimed softly, and began trying to pull the pincers off her body while moving deeper into the house at the same time.
A tug of war ensued with her versus the pincers. Though Vanessa was moving as hard as she possibly could, like with the treadmill at the gym, it seemed like she wasn’t moving an inch - the machine was just too strong for her. She tugged back so hard that her panties were slowly stretching… more and more… until she sprung forwards as they were completely ripped off. “NO!” She cried out with her jeans now around her knees. Behind her, she could hear the clown making loud robotic chuckling noises. She panted, stood up, and slammed the door in the clown’s face. Vanessa had faced her comeuppance once again, and could not figure out why it kept happening to her! She was now standing in a stranger’s house with her ass completely exposed, with some sort of strange robotic contraption laughing outside at her! This was not how she had imagined her life without Albert to be like! Did you really think you would be able to get away with this, Vanessa? Life punishes those who don’t treat others with respect, and now you’re learning your lesson with your clothes torn and your buttocks exposed!
She rubbed her rosy cheeks, trying to calm herself down. She was Vanessa Bianchi and she would be getting the job done! She pulled her pants back up, and grumbled a little at the rough jean texture against her perfectly soft cheeks. She would have to deal with that soon. She was just glad she had her pants still on her, not like the previous night. She began looking around, wanting to find any clues she could about the cat’s whereabouts, though was delighted when she immediately spotted the sack where she had put the cats. She approached it, and was stopped once again by a loud ripping noise. “Really!?” She cried out, as her pants were completely ripped in half from something that was pulling at her from behind. Some sort of hook was attached to her jeans, and had pulled it cleanly off of her.
She was now completely naked from the waste down, except for her shoes. Vanessa gasped and pulled her tank top down, trying to cover her groin over anything else. She turned around, just wanting to get out of the place again, when she spotted her - a young woman standing at the bottom of the staircase while holding a hook in her hand, which was still attached to Vanessa’s jeans. “You!” Vanessa yelled, not caring about being silent anymore. “You bitch! I’m going to get you!” She began moving towards Zoey, and saw Zoey drop the handle of the hook and lift up a gun with two of her hands.
“You were saying?” Zoey smirked. Vanessa narrowed her eyes on the gun, and realized it didn’t look like the ones on TV… though she couldn’t tell what it was, “it’s a blow dart gun. Not going to kill you, but will give me some joy in using it on you. I can see your small brain trying to figure it out.”
Vanessa wanted to strangle her, but knew it wouldn’t be wise to do so, “look at you, standing in my doorway completely naked. Do you have no shame, woman? I could call the cops on you in an instant for indecent exposure!”
“You did it to me in the first place!” Vanessa whined. No, she would have to come back another time. This was already too embarrassing. She began running out the door, though Zoey had fast reflexes. She raised the gun and fired a few darts into Vanessa’s backside, making her yelp in pain. She ran down the street with tears in her eyes and the lower half of her body completely exposed to a suburban neighborhood, where anyone could easily come out and spot her indecency. How does it feel now, Vanessa? To go from having everything in the world to running around half naked in the neighborhood? Have you learnt your lesson yet? Her backside seemed to glow under the street lights, illuminated over and over again until she finally reached the car and slammed the door, breathing heavily. She slammed her head down on the version, gasping. She’d never hated someone this much in her entire life, and she’d barely even talked to her!
Back at the house, Zoey reached her mechanical device, picked up the underwear from the pincer, and chuckled to herself. She had been sure that whoever had left the cats would show up again, and had set up quite the trap in anticipation of this. She’d just been accepted in University as a mechanical engineer, and clearly for good reason. Now she finally had someone to mess with with all the devices she’d engineered throughout her childhood. Though, if she were being honest with herself, she was surprised it even worked. That woman must’ve been really dumb if she was capable of falling for such a simple trap… Zoey hoped she would come back again. She was now her new favorite toy to mess with, and she wasn’t done yet. Not at all. She walked back into the house to get some milk for the kittens, knowing she would love them even if she never found their original owners.
Vanessa spent the entire next day feeling sorry for herself. She paced back and forth, grumbling and talking to herself as she cursed the stupid little girl that got in her way. No, she wouldn’t be bested this time. She would go back before the girl managed to make any more stupid contraptions.
This time, she wore her usual black tank top with light brown cargo pants, making sure to fit all of her supplies in the many pockets.
This time, she wouldn’t be bested. She decided the best way to go about it was to scan the house from the outside, making sure the girl was sleeping and wouldn’t be getting in her way. She sat there for an hour, though spent most of it making sure the nails she had done a week ago weren't chipping. By the hour mark, she was startled when she saw the girl holding Vanessa’s sack and running to a large shed right behind the property. Vanessa raised her binoculars, and was surprised to see the girl had fear written all over her face. Why was she so terrified? Was it because of the smelly cats?
A few minutes later, Zoey came out, no longer holding the sack, and let out a long sigh before going back inside the house. Vanessa smiled. Yes, this all made sense. The girl couldn’t handle taking care of the cats anymore, and was trying to get rid of them! Why else would she be using the sack? She waited for a few more minutes, then ran across the street to the large shed. The door was slightly ajar, and she spotted the sack immediately in the corner of the room, where it was mostly filled with gardening supplies. Yes! Jackpot!
She was about to approach when the door of the shed suddenly slammed behind her, she turned back, and was about to start pulling on the door when she heard the clown’s robotic laughter in the room once more. It was so loud she couldn’t even hear herself think, and as she cried out, “stop laughing at me!” she began tugging on the now locked door. She heard the sliding of a lever, and felt something behind her, long and thin. She was too scared to turn back and look at it. She began shaking as she heard the sound of scissors clipping, and felt it press against her cargo pants. “No, no, no…” The scissors began making a shape against her pants, but very poorly done… she was too scared to move, for fear it would cut her beautiful body, and realized after a few cuts it was making a circular shape, exposing her panties to the world again. Well, she was so used to it by now, if that was all that was going to happen, it would be alright. This time, she wore black lacy panties. It was one of her favorites, but she wanted to show the stupid girl she wasn’t scared of her!
“Is that all you’re going to do to me, you silly girl?” She cried out. She wasn’t scared anymore. She turned back around to go and get the sack, but was stopped once again when another level clicked, and a metal bucked high above her was released, falling down on her head. “Argh!” She cried out, and a wooden plank was released from the floor, hitting her square in the ass, which was no longer protected by the thick cargo pants. The momentum was so hard she fell over onto the floor.
She whined and gasped, lamenting on how she’d gotten into this situation again. When will you learn to give up, Vanessa? How much more humiliation can you go through? Your pretty little ass is exposed once more, and you were bested by a girl who’d just graduated from high school! Aren’t you humiliated enough? The contraption lowered its handle towards where she was lying on the ground with a hook out, and began to lift her panties up with the hook, giving her an enormous wedgie. It was clear Zoey was somehow controlling it from wherever she was hiding. It was being pulled so tight Vanessa’s ass was on full view once more, and she gasped from the intrusion.
It seemed she wasn’t fed up yet, because she turned to her back, readying herself to get up from her humiliation. As she did, it seemed Zoey was ready for her again, because a rat trap snapped clean on her ass, giving her more pain than she’d ever felt. To finish it off, as she jumped up in pain, another dart was released from the ceiling, hitting her other buttcheek. She was standing in the middle of a locked shed, panting, her pretty little body exposed, glaring at the devices that were now surrounding her, wondering where Zoey had set up the camera to watch this humiliation. Vanessa shakily raised her hand and gave the air her middle finger, “screw you!” She growled.
She carefully removed the mouse trap and dark from her buttocks, letting out a hiss of pain as she did so, and let out a loud sigh. She gently removed the hook from her panties, letting it go as it swayed in the air. She wouldn’t be letting the girl keep it this time! She turned around to face the sack, pleased to see it was still full. Yes, the kittens were definitely inside. She ran towards it, just wanting to get out, and tore the front of the sack open.
No, she was definitely in for it now. Her face fell when she saw what she had just set off… a huge bundle of firecrackers! “No…” she said, and was about to run when they all set off at once, the explosion so large she could barely see anything in front of her as her clothes were burnt clean off. In front of her, beautiful bursts of light illuminated the shed.
It felt like only a second before the smoke cleared, and she looked down in absolute agony, seeing her entire outfit ripped to shreds, with only her bra still loosely intact. She felt the remains of her pants slowly fall downwards, and she frantically tried to pull them up, realizing only half of it was left. The only thing left on her was the bottom half of her pants and bra, and she was feeling cold from the aftermath and absolutely humiliated. She was covered head to toe in debris and dust, and more filthy than she’d ever been her entire life. Vanessa Bianchi felt completely and utterly defeated, as she should be. She ran to the door, amazed to see it was now unlocked, and pressed a hand on her crotch and the other holding the remains of her pants, which were wrapped around the bottom half of her leg as she began the run back to her car, once more exposing her pretty little behind to the entire neighborhood.
Zoey walked in only a second later, her face covered in tears from laughing so much. The fool really fell for such a trivial trap once more. Zoey was honestly having the time of her life. What kind of idiot would bring the cats out to the shed like that? She had spotted her from a mile away, and knew her plan was absolutely perfect when she spotted Vanessa hiding in the bush, clearly in plain sight.
She knew now that the cats would be safe, and she was looking forward to showing them off to some of her friends! There’s no way the silly Italian woman would want to come back after such a horrible embarrassment. She looked around, wondering how she was going to clean up the mess she had just created, and burst out laughing again when she saw scraps of the torn underwear on the ground. Yes, this was another pair for her growing collection.
Vanessa reached for her phone on the passenger seat, dialing Jenny on speed dial as soon as she began driving. Jenny answered only after a single ring, though Vanessa knew Jenny was almost always on her phone. “I need your help,” Vanessa started, not in the mood for pleasantries.
“What do you mean?” Jenny asked.
“There’s been… unforeseen events. I’ve gotten myself in a huge mess, and I don’t think I’ll be able to figure this out on my own,” Vanessa admitted.
“Wow! You’ve never admitted that before!” Jenny said, “it must’ve been really bad. Should I come over now? We can talk about it more!”
Vanessa shook her head, then realized Jenny couldn’t see her, “no… I’m indisposed right now. I’ll get back to you tomorrow. I need a long and hot bath after what I’ve just gone through.”
“Oh Vanessa…” Jenny sighed, “I hope you’re okay. Don’t be too hard on yourself, or you’ll get wrinkles!” Vanessa growled and hung up. She couldn’t deal with Jenny right now.
In fact, she couldn’t deal with anyone at all. She was driving almost completely naked in a brand new car, covering it in ashes and dust, and her mind was spinning with how she was just bested by a little girl.
No, Vanessa wasn’t done with her yet. She would be getting her revenge!