by GraceFairway6 » Tue May 25, 2021 1:29 pm
Thank you, fallenprincess and TF Fan88 - I saw both of your comments when I logged on today, and I'm mighty flattered!
Here's a new instalment for everyone - a little scene that is perhaps a little more in the way of groundwork, but which'll be very important come the next chapter! I hope you all enjoy!
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5. Mercedes wakes up
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Mercedes woke up that next morning, feeling far more refreshed than she had after a sleep for quite some time. Fuck, she wasn’t expecting much, but Sophie’s tape had worked wonders. Maybe she was worth her keep after all.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and she grabbed her phone. It was coming up on half-nine - normally, she was out of bed and about her day before seven no matter when she tried to rest, so this was a miracle. She was rested, and she felt it.
She replied to Esme’s messages - she’d been sent the customary twenty, and she replied with a single one. Whenever Esme was away, she was terrified of being out of the loop, and terrified of losing her position as Mercedes’ number two. Mercedes knew this, and she liked to tease Esme with it - a casual remark here and there was enough to keep the perfume heiress in line, and enough to encourage her to do most of Mercedes’ dirty work for her.
Mercedes hated how impersonal the phone was when she was dealing with people she actually wanted to speak to - when she was around girls she liked, she wanted to deal with them in person.
Not that phones didn’t have their uses, of course, as a message to Sophie swiftly proved.
There was a knock at her door, and Sophie entered. She was dressed simply, a plain and loose white dress down to her knees, her red hair pulled back into a casual ponytail, and she looked - well - beautiful. Mercedes had never noticed it before - like, really noticed it - but it was true. She really was a good-looking girl, and without even trying.
God, she thought, I must be in a good mood if I’m thinking stuff like that.
And yet, she couldn’t quite tear her eyes away from her hallmate. Mercedes was lost in a thought that she couldn’t quite materialise, and so she said nothing.
It was eventually Sophie, standing awkwardly in the doorframe, who broke the silence, gently clearing her throat:
“Did you need me, Mercedes?”
“Oh, yes,” she said, inexplicably starting to blush a little as she caught Sophie’s eye, “yes, I wanted to thank you for the audio. I don’t know where you found it, but it worked fantastic.”
She was praising the file - there was clearly no desire in her tone to actually thank Sophie.
But still, hearing that, Sophie smiled: “It’s my pleasure, Mercedes - a friend recommended it, and I’m glad it finally helped you get some rest.”
“A friend?” Mercedes’ face hardened suddenly, a worried expression in her eyes. “You haven’t been telling other people that I have sleep problems, have you?”
“No,” she said, enough panic on her face that Mercedes could tell she was lying, “I said it was for me.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Mercedes said, annoyance in her tone. “Go get me some juice, and then fuck off, Sophie.”
Sophie did as instructed - as she told Ellie the night before, it was often easier to go along with it and just do as Mercedes demanded. And so she vanished, pouring a glass of apple juice and leaving it on Mercedes’ bedside table.
“I’m sorry again,” she said, before leaving Mercedes’ room.
As she walked out, Mercedes couldn’t help herself. She looked at Sophie as she left. In her mind, she wanted to tell herself that she was seeing the redhead out. But that simply wasn’t the truth, no - she was watching Sophie leave so she could watch Sophie, and take in her body. For some reason, some reason that she simply couldn’t place, she was checking out her hallmate.
She shook her head when she realised what she was doing. God, fuck me, she thought, I must need a bit of action. Well, it certainly has been a long time.
Mercedes hadn’t had any sex for a good few months now. She’d been seeing Colton Stanley, a guy on the swim team who came from a similar background to her. He wasn’t too bright, but he was a hot piece of meat and really good in bed - she’d had great fun letting him fuck her, and riding him, forcing him to eat her out to assert her dominance. There wasn’t much going on upstairs, but Mercedes didn’t mind that - on the contrary, him being thick as pigshit made him so much easier to push around.
She thought that they could have worked out, until she went to meet him one night at his halls. She could hear noises, grunts and screams of joy, and they were coming from Colton’s room. He lived on the ground floor, and she could see him through the gap in the hastily-drawn curtains. Colton, on his front, screaming in sexual pleasure as another man took him anally.
She had stormed away from the building in shock, feeling appalled - not at the sight of Colton engaging in gay sex (although she’d have been lying if she said her homophobic tendancies didn’t factor into it at all), but at the fact he was doing it while they were dating. She was disgusted, knowing that he was cheating - on her.
Didn’t he know who she was? She was Mercedes Alexander, and she ran this place - and yet, he thought he could get it better somewhere else. No, it wasn’t on - it wasn’t happening, not to her.
Some strings were pulled and Colton soon wound up off the swimming team, and then transferred to a different, lesser university. She hoped she’d never see him again - she didn’t want to admit it, but she was hurt.
And since then, she hadn’t been with anyone. Her needs were being fulfilled by a handy vibrator and her own fingers - they did the job just as well, and without the need for some fucking man who could go off and screw her over.
Or so she thought. And now, here she was, looking at Sophie with strange thoughts on her mind. Urgh, a shiver ran through her entire body, what the hell was the matter with her?
Maybe she could distract herself - the best way to put her mind right about where Sophie stood was to tell her, right to her face. It wasn’t cruel, she thought - it was simply reasserting the order of things. She didn’t want Sophie getting ideas above her station - no, she needed to know that she belonged below the posh girl, and that was how things should be.
She sent another message to the redhead, who appeared in her room a few moments later.
“What can I do for you, Mercedes?” she asked.
Sophie was still dressed in her white dress, but Mercedes noticed that she had some casual sneakers on.
“Are you going out, Sophie?”
“Yeah, I’m meeting up with a friend. But I can hold off if you need me to do something for you?”
She knew her place, Mercedes thought. If she was in a mood, she’d have made Sophie cancel her plans to stay here and do some arbitrary job just for the fun of it. But no, not today - she was genuinely grateful for the rest. And there was something else - some feeling in her mind that she couldn’t quite grasp, but which told her she wanted to make Sophie happy. And, if she did, that would make her happy too.
“No, no, don’t worry. I just wanted to say - well - thank you for helping me rest,” she said, unsure about the kind words hanging from her lips and the tone of sincerity she tried to adopt. As she said them, she thought they didn’t sound like her at all, and yet she wanted to be nice to Sophie. This wasn’t like her first thanks - this was genuine.
“It’s my pleasure, really,” she smiled, looking a little embarrassed.
“You say you’re going to see a friend now, right? Is it the friend who gave you the audio?”
“Yes,” Sophie smiled, “it is.”
The grin on her face was part happiness at the acknowledgement, and part the thought of what Ellie was going to do to her when she arrived.
“Okay,” Mercedes nodded, not sure about what she was going to do, but her unconscious mind wanting to do something - a combination of the commands lingering in her mind and her usual desire to dominate battling.
She didn’t anticipate what she’d do, and neither did Sophie.
The redhead tensed up as Mercedes wrapped her arms around her in a hug. Sophie hadn’t known Mercedes for that long, but she knew her well enough to know she wasn’t a hugger. She didn’t show affection - at least, not like this, and not with someone she’d made clear was beneath her. Sophie didn’t know what to do - she uneasily raised her arms as best she could and returned the hug, no enthusiasm at all in the gesture.
What was happening? Was Mercedes testing her or something?
Mercedes didn’t know what she was doing either, but as she hugged Sophie, something in her mind said she’d made the right choice. There was something wonderful about holding this beautiful girl in her arms - Mercedes relaxed into the hug, hints of a smile in the corners of her usual scowl. She breathed in without thinking, taking in the scent of Sophie.
She held the hug a little longer than was comfortable, but she eventually forced herself to break it off. As she looked at Sophie, she felt disappointed that the redhead was no longer in her arms. And she felt a little turned on.
No, more than a little.
She needed to do something about that now.
“Right,” Mercedes said, adopting her usual hard tone, “time for you to fuck off, Sophie - I’m busy.”
It took a moment for Sophie to register the command - she was still stunned at what had happened - but she eventually nodded. “Yes, right, have a great day.”
Sophie left the posh girl’s room and returned to her room to grab her coat. Mercedes listened as Sophie headed down the corridor, and the closing of the entry door. She was amazed she lasted that long before her fingers dove between her legs, and she started playing with herself in a desperate need to cum and release that sexual tension inside.
“Fuck,” she screamed as she came, “I need to get fucked.”
At least an hour, and a couple more orgasms, had passed before Mercedes’ rational mind broke through, and demanded to know what the hell had happened.