Victoria Takes Over (F/F)

Categories: lesbian, cuckquean, findom, feet, smelly socks, domination, public humiliation, cunnilingus, power exchange, sluttification

Synopsis: The rivalry between Victoria and Elizabeth--a feud that began with their mothers--seemed long since settled: Elizabeth had crushed her adversary years ago and now lives a luxury life, having pretty much everything a young woman could dream of. In stark contrast, Victoria's life is miserable, impoverished, and without any future prospects.

The cherry on top for Elizabeth is meant to be the charity gala she is hosting, where she is supposed to be the star of the night. Meanwhile, her former rival will be serving her and her guests for a chance to make a little money. But as it turns out, Victoria had no intention of indulging Elizabeth so easily. Her adventurous revenge right during the gala leads to unexpected consequences and becomes the beginning of Elizabeth's fall straight to her feet...

What a wonderful evening it was going to be!  

Designer dress hugging my athletic body, my golden hair curled, cascading perfectly over my shoulders.   Surrounded by others just like me - wealthy and fabulous.   

And yet for all the glitz and glamour around me, I'm the centre piece.   The host of the charity gala.   I'm only 24, but I'm the envy of every woman in the room.   I smirk as women clutch their men a little more tightly as I approach.   

"Hi, Elizabeth," they say, envy and respect in their tone.   

They never hold contact with my piercing blue eyes for longer than a few seconds.   While the eyes of their men inevitable drift to my cleavage, my 32D breasts holding them captive, the women look me up and down.   They see everything.   The thousands of dollars in clothes, shoes, jewellery and accessories.   My tanned, flawless skin.   My strong yet feminine legs.

I give them a hug, sure to press my superior body to theirs.   Their discomfort is oh so satisfying.   I extend my hand to their men, my blue eyes flickering at the women as their husband or boyfriend's lips press to the top of my hand, my manicured fingers often seeing fit to graze the man's face right in front of his inferior wife.

This all comes naturally to me.   It's how I was raised.

My mother is one of the most wealthy women in the state.   Royalty.   These days, she prefers to keep to herself rather than attend such events.   She's retired, enjoying life - and I was all too happy to step into her shoes.

As if the night couldn't get any better, walking towards me with a tray full of drinks was none other than Victoria.

I hadn't known she would be working this event - but I was delighted to see her.   Not because I liked her.   Quite the opposite!   I despised her.   She was the annoying rival that just wouldn't go away no matter how many times I felt I'd crushed her!   And here she was, about to serve me a champagne.

Victoria, I admit, is pretty.   A couple of inches shorter than me at around 5 foot 4, Victoria is my opposite in so many ways.

My tanned skin - her milky white complexion. My blonde locks - her dead straight, almost black hair. My athleticism, her soft curves.

I snickered to myself.   One of the things I love most about the comparison is that Victoria and I are right around the same chest size... but with me being taller and having the more athletic frame, she is simply no physical match for me.

And it's not just a physical advantage I hold over her.

All through high school, Victoria was second best.   Second best in terms of grades, with me beating her out for the school's top grades.   Second place in the prom Queen vote while I took the crown.   She was a great dancer... until I joined the class, completely upstaged her, leading to her quitting dance for good.   

We had different cliques.   While I was surrounded by the popular girls as the head cheerleader, Victoria held sway over the 'pretty nerds'.   

I think the triumph I enjoyed most was when her and her nerds showed up in the bleachers at football practice while I was working my cheer squad out.  

"What are they doing here?" I asked one of my minions, "Not really their scene, is it?"

I was told that Victoria had a crush on the star quarterback.   30 minutes later, star quarterback and I were a couple.   

Yet no matter how many times I squashed Victoria, unlike most girls, she just wouldn't accept defeat.   When I was accepted to her dream university, I was sure she'd change her preference to avoid another 4 years of living in my shadow.   But no.   Victoria wouldn't give up her dream to avoid me.   She won acceptance to the college, and put herself through another 4 years of watching me outdo her.

Just like in high school, I ran the cheer squad and was the most popular girl on campus.   Just like in high school, she was Queen of the nerds.   

I was sure it killed her that I could be so beautiful and popular, yet still outperform her in the classroom.   I'm just gifted, I guess.

And yet, despite my continued triumphs over her, I'd always had to TRY.   It's not like I was leaps and bounds ahead of Victoria.   She was ALMOST as pretty.   ALMOST as good a dancer.   ALMOST as smart.   And because she was so relentless at always trying to outdo me, I always knew that if I wasn't on my game, Victoria would be right there ready to take my place.

I remember in my freshman year, when I was playing hard to get with an incredibly cute guy from one of our business classes.   I felt absolute panic when I learned that he'd given up hope of being with me and had moved on.   To Victoria.   They had been scheduled to go on a date together.   I'd had to pull out all stops to win his attention back.   Of course, I got what I wanted.   But it had been a close call.   Imagine the popularity hit I would have taken if the guy I liked had ended up in Victoria's arms!!   

The truth is, our rivalry long pre-dates even high school.  

I remember being invited, along with everyone else in school, to one of Victoria's birthday parties.   It was a Princess Party, and my mother had pulled me aside when she'd dropped me off.

"Look at her," my mother had said.   "She actually THINKS she's a Princess.   Aren't they YOUR friends gathered around her?   You need to get control of the situation, Elizabeth.   Or it'll be her school, and you'll be just another girl following her around."

Even at that early age, I knew my mother was right, and I wanted no parts of being Victoria's minion.   I started making fun of her at the party.   I distinctly remember a divide occurring.   Some of the girls were with me, some were with Victoria.   A rivalry was born that continued here into our age 24 year.

Later, I would come to understand why my mother, Stephanie, had been so forthright.   It was all because of Victoria's mother, Sophia.

I learned that their own rivalry had been an incredibly fierce one.

Like Victoria and I, our mothers had competed hard against each other all through their lives.   

While I had always had the upper hand over Victoria, the same initially wasn't true for my mother.   Sophia was 1A, my mother 1B.   I learned that my mother worked so hard to outdo Sophia, but always came up just short.   Sophia was just the slightly more attractive, more talented woman.   

My mother was an elegant, pretty blonde, while Sophia was a curvaceous, stunning brunette who oozed sex appeal and seemed to able to win the attention of anyone in a room.   

But everything changed at a graduation party.   Sophia attended with Carlos - a successful young man from an incredibly wealthy family.   As the drinks flowed and Sophia was surrounded by the most popular girls, my mother made her move.   By the time Sophia started looking around for her man, it was too late.

Legend has it that Sophia didn't just walk into the spare bedroom at the party to find her arch rival riding her boyfriend.   She also heard Carlos whispering to my mother that he'd had a crush on her for years but "settled" for Sophia.

Queen Sophia had crumbled.   Her world shattered around her.   My mother took everything from Sophia.   Her rich stud of a boyfriend.   Her friends.   Her confidence.   

That night was a twist of fate that had brought Victoria and I to this very moment.   My mother had fallen pregnant with Carlos, giving birth to me 9 months later.  

In the 2 months following the discovery of my mother with Carlos, Sophia watched all of her loyal minions turn to Stephanie-fangirls.   She heard about Carlos dropping to one knee and putting a dazzling engagement ring on my mother's finger.   And unable to take it anymore, she stumbled into a bar and right into the arms of a drunken, drop out loser.   He'd taken Sophia back to his trailer, grunting and groaning as this beautiful young woman with a destroyed confidence lay there under his big body.   Victoria was created.

Both beautiful young women.   Both pregnant.   But about to live very different lives.

On one side of the neighbourhood, single Sophia became a waitress, scraping together enough to buy her and her unborn daughter a tiny little two bedroom apartment.   

On the other side of the neighbourhood, my mother moved into a mansion with Carlos.

Shortly after I was born, my mother got rid of Carlos.   He'd been a trophy that she'd won from the woman who had always been one step ahead of her.   She didn't even like him!   She took Carlos for everything.   He barely contested.   My mother had him wrapped round her little finger.   The mansion, the cars, and Carlos' trust fund were now the property of my mother, and Carlos was tossed aside like trash.   

She made a habit of visiting the cafe where Sophia worked as a waitress, taking absolute delight in flashing her designer outfits and her "perfect daughter", Sophia given no choice but to simply serve her rival coffee and cake.   

Even now, 24 years later, my mother would never allow Sophia to recover from her devastating loss.   My mother's power and influence, curtesy of her beauty and wealth, was far reaching.   She simply blocked Sophia from ever getting a better job.   To this day, nothing makes my mom happier than watching Sophia try to do well, but rubbing her triumph in her face.   

And so that day at the little princess party, my mom wanted to make damn sure that Sophia's daughter, Victoria, wouldn't become something that Sophia could hold over her.   It simply wouldn't be satisfactory for me to lose to Victoria.

Later, my mother had warned me about Victoria.

"Her mother had me under her thumb for 4 painful years," mom told me.   "She was ruthless.   Calculating.   Awful!   Sweetie, do not turn your back on Victoria for one second.   If she's anything like her mother, you need to keep that bitch in line.   Do you understand?"

I did.   And all through high school and college, I'd heeded my mother's words.   

And now here we were.   A look of dread on Victoria's face as she realised who she was about to serve a drink to.

"My my, Victoria," I said, "Don't you look simply... natural.   I mean, black pants, black top, servers apron.   It's almost like you were raised by a waitress.   Cheers."

I tilted my glass towards her, lips curling into a smirk as I took a sip.

She went to walk away.

"Victoria," I said.   "I assume you really need this little waitress job.   You know... after what I did to your little company.   So here's the deal.   You see this glass?   If it's empty for more than 48 seconds, I'm going to speak to your boss and have you fired on the spot.   Okay?"

She gave me a nasty glare as she walked away.

I loved that I'd played such a pivotal role in her needing to serve as the hired help at a gala.   

We had both graduated college with marketing majors - but since I was the top student, I had my choice of employment.   I accepted a role at the states top marketing firm, while Victoria ended up at a useless little firm across town.  

I made it my mission to destroy the company that Victoria worked for.   In 12 months, I tore their business apart.   I took their best staff.   Their clients, one by one, joined me.   It was effective in 2 ways.

Firstly, I became Queen Bee of my firm in no time, securing an executive role.   And secondly, the firm Victoria worked for went out of business.

It had been 3 months since Victoria had lost her marketing job, and honestly, I was sure I'd driven the final twist of the knife into her back.   My long time rival, finished for good.   It was amusing to me to see her pop back up as a waitress at my lavish event.

Soon enough, I was glancing back over at Victoria with my empty glass.   To my delight, she had a fresh champagne in her hand, quickly bringing it towards me.   She REALLY couldn't afford to lose this job!

"So eager to serve me," I smiled at her, adding, "Such a good waitress for the Queen Bee, aren't you, Vicky?"

She just turned to walk away.   But I wasn't finished.

"I'm feeling quite celebratory.   I mean, seeing you here, bringing me champagne like a good girl.   It's wonderful.   I think you best go fetch me another glass right now."

She didn't acknowledge me.   She just walked away toward the bar area.

I brought the glass to my lips, pouring champagne into my mouth, eyes glued to Victoria.   I couldn't wait to watch her scurry to bring me a fresh one.   And indeed, she was already filling up a glass for me.   After all these years, she'd finally accepted that this was her place.   Serving women like me.

And then I froze.   Over half the glass was in my mouth.   It was AWFUL!   Warm.   My eyes narrowed.   Salt.   Bitterness.

Oh no.

Victoria was looking right at me.   A sick, sadistic smirk on her face.   

I gave her the most disgusted look.   Surely not?   This couldn't be?

She nodded her head slowly, then blew me a kiss across the room.

The absolute unthinkable was happened.   I had a full half glass of my arch enemy's piss in my mouth!

"Miss Elizabeth - thank you so much for such an incredible event," some woman smiled as she approached me.

My mind was all over the place.   What was I going to do - spit it out of my mouth all over this high society woman?   Run to the bathroom, causing a scene at my own event?  

My eyes closed as I did the only thing I could do.   Victoria's piss worked its way down my throat as I swallowed.   

I screwed my face up and dry-wretched.

"Are you okay, Miss Elizabeth?" the woman asked, a look of concern on her face.  

No, I was NOT okay!!!   

My mouth TASTED like Victoria's urine!   

"I'll take that glass, Miss Elizabeth," came Victoria's voice.

She leaned in and hissed it my ear "we wouldn't want you holding onto the evidence of what I just did to you.   As for firing me, don't worry about it, I quit".

She stepped back, looked me up and down, smirked, and said, "Enjoy your evening, Queen Bee."

She gave a big laugh, tossed her long black hair back, turned on her heels, and headed to the door.  

The woman who had approached me looked utterly shocked.

"How RUDE," she said.

"Would you excuse me?" I said, chasing after Victoria.   But she was gone, nothing but her black apron left in the event doorway.   

I was burning with embarrassment.   All my triumphs over Victoria seemed tiny in comparison to what she'd just done to me.   I was humiliated and furious.   

I went to the bathroom, rinsing my mouth out again and again.   But nothing seemed to remove her taste from my mouth.   

I couldn't be here any longer.   I told one of my trusted minions that I was feeling unwell, and soon enough, my driver was taking me home.

My lavish house loomed at the top of the driveway, and the designer heels on my feet did nothing to stop me from running to the front door, up the stairs, and into my bathroom.

I brushed my teeth.   Again, and again, and again.   Yet I felt I could still TASTE her!   

"I'm going to destroy you, Victoria," I snarled into the mirror.

I slipped out of my dress, into some silk bed shorts and a singlet, and slid into bed.

I couldn't get it out of my mind.   The taste!   Her devilish smirk.   Her laugh.

I tried to think about something else.   ANYTHING else!!   

But my mind would think only of Victoria.   I kept picturing myself taking that big gulp of her piss.   Kept seeing that smirk.   I could HEAR her laugh in my ears.

My finger involuntarily began to work their way into my silk shorts.   

Her laugh.   Her smirk.   Her taste...

Waves of tingles overcame my body, and my fingers began to work.   I had hot flushes, beyond embarrassed that I was pleasuring myself to the worst night of my life.

To her.

My arch rival.   I imagined our respective mother's reactions to what she'd done to me.

And soon, I was shuddering, moaning.   

"No," I cried.   "Noooooo."

But I couldn't stop it.   I was bringing myself to orgasm at the thought of the way she'd humiliated me.   Tears began to stream down my cheek.   What was HAPPENING to me??   

I closed my eyes.   I just needed to go to sleep.   Today would be history, and tomorrow would be a new day.

But even as I drifted off to sleep, my dreams filled with Victoria.   I dreamt about her squatting over that glass, filling it.   Over and over my mind replayed the moment I realised what that warm, salty liquid in my mouth was.   And then the dream shifted - to Victoria sat on a regal throne, her dark haired mother grinning behind her with my mother kneeling next to her while I knelt at Victoria's feet.   

But as daylight brought me to a stir, I took a deep breath.

I was furious about what had occurred the previous evening.   It might have been a devastating experience, but I was still ME!   And nobody slighted me and got away with it.   Least off all that bitch Victoria!

Besides, it could have been worse!  

I could have made a scene at the gala, everyone discovering that I'd just drank the service girl's piss.   My boyfriend could have been there, seeing my arch rival triumph over me.   Geez, my MOTHER could have been there, losing her mind at me being so soundly humiliated by her rivals daughter.  

In any event, I needed to get swift revenge on Victoria.

I called around, eventually discovering the whereabouts of the bitch.   Apparently, every Saturday morning, Victoria went to her local gym.

I raced across town in my Mercedes, pulling up at a tiny little run down gym.   I marched in, and straight away saw Victoria.

She was on a treadmill in tiny little shorts and a sports bra.   Breasts bouncing.   Curvy legs moving.   Shapely ass rippling with each stride.  

Yes, I had the flatter stomach.   The tighter waist.   The more athletic legs.   But Victoria had always been a close second to me, and this was no exception.   She looked good.   

Stepping off the treadmill, wiping her torso with her towel, she saw me.

"A little overdressed, Elizabeth."

I was in a floral summer dress with strappy wedges.   Certainly not gym attire.

"You're unemployed - how can you even afford to attend the gym," I mocked.

My barb didn't phase her one bit.

"Gym owner is obsessed with me.   Calls me a Goddess.   I come here for free."

Ugh.   

"What do you want, Elizabeth?   A drink, perhaps?" she mocked, evil smirk on her face.

I swear just the mention of it brought the taste back to my lips.   

"Victoria," I said, "I'm just here to warn you.   Messing with me has consequences.   And you'll pay for what you did last night."

She nodded, still smirking.

"Mmhm.   I know.   I'm expecting retaliation.   But whatever you do to me, I don't care - it'll have been worth it to forever remember that look on your face when you drank my pee.   Snotty, bitchy, arrogant Elizabeth, gulping down my urine.   So go ahead... do your worst."

She flung her towel at me before marching off to the showers.

I stood there with no words.   She'd always tried to stand up to me but she'd never had this confidence about her.   Certainly she'd never been able to render me speechless!   I guess having another woman drink your piss gives you a sense of ego.

My mind worked quickly.   She'd embarrassed me last night, and now it had to be her turn to be embarrassed.

I went to my car.   I always kept a gym bag in the trunk.   I tipped my clean gym clothes out and took the empty bag back inside the gym.   I went to the change rooms, and sure enough, Victoria was in the shower.

I opened her bag, took all the clean clothes, and stuffed them in my bag.   I shoved her dirty gym shorts and sports bra into a puddle on the bathroom floor, and skipped out of there.

I was able to go about my day like nothing had happened the previous night.   I had my revenge on Victoria.   She would have had to leave the gym in nothing but her used panties and soaking wet gym shorts and sports bra.   

I went to the high street shops, first opening my gym bag and dumping Victoria's clean bra and panties and cute little dress into the trash before heading into a few of the stores.

My boyfriend joined me for lunch.   I really hit the jackpot with him.   Wealthy, successful, soooo cute, and absolutely head over heels in love with me.

A few more shops, and I was ready to head home for a relaxing Saturday evening.  

As I approached my car with bags of shopping, I realised it was unlocked.   I guessed I must have been so consumed with throwing Victoria's things in the trash that I forgot to lock it.

I went home, making a few trips to the car - firstly to fetch my shopping, and next to put my gym gear back into my gym bag.

As I opened the bag, a scent whiffed over me.   

I'd describe it as salty with a hint of sweetness.

I peered into the bag, and my body froze!

Right there were a pair of white ankle socks and black panties!   

What the hell??

I saw a piece of paper, reaching in and pulling it out.

"Dear Elizabeth.

If you wanted my clothes, you could have just asked.   Who would have thought Miss Rich Bitch would need to steal from me.   Here, you might as well take the rest of what I was wearing

xx"

I couldn't believe it!   This bitch had broken into my car just to put her dirty panties and socks into my gym bag??   

What was meant to be a triumph for me had been a little win for Victoria.

I found myself breathing in, allowing the scent of the woman who'd bested me twice in 24 hours to infiltrate my senses.

I'm not sure how long I stood there, breathing my arch rival in, but eventually I snapped out of it and slammed the trunk shut.   

If I thought getting Victoria out of my hand yesterday was hard, today it was impossible.   Her scent just wouldn't leave me.   It was like I'd been infected by it.   I tried showering.   Eating.   Drinking some wine.   Putting on a diffuser.

But as the evening turned to night, my every thought continued to be of her.

"No," I whispered to myself.   "Elizabeth... no."

But my legs wouldn't obey.   I found them carrying me out to my car.   I opened the trunk and the scent wrapped itself all around me.   

"You win, Victoria," I whimpered.

I carried the open bag up my stairs, collapsing on the bed with it next to me.   I kept breathing in deeply.   This was the scent of my triumphant rival.   The woman I'd kept in her place all these years.   And it was intoxicating.

My hand once again worked its way down my body, into my panties.   The other reached into her bag, pulling out the garments.

I had my left fingers in my panties, my right fingers in hers... and I slowly brought them to my nose and breathed in.

I pictured those panties sliding aside as she urinated in my glass.   I pictured them on net as she ran on that treadmill.   I breathed in, again and again and again.

Draping the panties across my chest, I reached for her socks.

A describable moan escaped my lips as I brought the gym socks to my face, burying my nose in them as my fingers began to move more feverishly.   I was squirming as I allowed her scent to enter me and take over my body completely.

"Ohhh," I moaned into her sock, "You win.   You win, Victoria.   You win, Victoria.   Victoria.   Victoria."

I couldn't stop myself.   My lips opened and I shoved one of her socks into my mouth, biting down hard on it as I brought myself to orgasm, shaking and screaming into the fabric.

Feelings of utter shame washed over me as I lay there.   But I couldn't bring myself to discard the garments.   My fingers were clutching one of her socks while the other laid over my face, me continuing to breath it in.

Yesterday, I'd masturbated to Victoria, then managed to go to sleep.

Today, my left fingers began to touch my body again.   Victoria's scent had me at its mercy.   I simply could not resist as my fingers sunk into my panties once more.

I would cum three four times that night, each time the wave of shame and embarrassment quickly giving way to my desperate need to get closer and closer to my enemy's scent.   

When I woke up the following day, my cheek was resting on one of Victoria's socks, the other clutched in my hand, her panties draped over my other cheek.

I didn't move my body.   Instead, I allowed my free hand to once again slide into my panties.   I was thinking a little more clearly than last night, but not much.   I was clear enough to know that this was CRAZY!    And that it had to stop.   But... not just yet.

Just one more orgasm while I whimpered Victoria's name and ran my tongue all over her sock.   

Ugh!   Okay!   That was enough!  

After a long shower, I was able to bring myself to get dressed and take Victoria's socks and panties to the trash.

Well... that's not true.

Firstly, I stood there inside my front door, breathing them in for a few minutes, even rubbing them on my face... before with a sigh I finally opened the front door and tossed them into the trash.

I stood there, collecting myself.

"Snap out of it, Elizabeth," I commanded.

Just then, a crappy little car that certainly didn't belong in this neighbourhood pulled up slowly in front of my house.

Looking over, I saw the dark hair and pretty face that I'd been imagining all night.

She got out of her car.

She wore a little black skirt that showed off all of her shapely, creamy legs.   A low cut black top, milky breasts heaving as she strutted toward me on wedged heels.

"Hey bitch," she said, "I just thought I'd stop by and let you know that I expect my clothes to be replaced.   You might be able to get away with literally everything - but you're the one with the fancy car and this big fucking mansion.   I want my things replaced."

I just stood there, heart racing.

"And that includes the socks and panties I left you," she giggled.

Her little laugh and the mention of her socks and panties sent shivers through my body, and yet I could feel my face flushing.

"Did you hear me Elizabeth?   I'll give you my address and you can have my replacement things sent....."

She stopped mid sentence as she looked at me.

I was demanding my brain to think of something to say.   But nothing came out.    

Her smirk grew and grew.   Clearly, she could see that I was flustered.

"Well well well... what DO we have here?!" she grinned, stepping in towards me now.   "Is the Queen Bee speechless?"

I was a literal statue.   Just standing there like an idiot, face bright red, unable to do... ANYTHING.

"All these years," she said slowly as she began to literally circle me like I was her prey.

"All these years of your catty, sassy replies.   I get demanding with you one time and you're speechless.   How interesting."

"V... Victoria," I uttered, cursing myself at how meek I sounded.

"I figured I'd wait for you to send me my replacement clothes, Elizabeth.   But I think I want them now.   As in RIGHT now.   Come.   You can take me to one of those fancy shops you love so much."

It was a blur.   I found myself going inside to fetch my keys while Victoria stood in the doorway, looking around.

"Wow.   This house is magical," she said absentmindedly.

Before I knew it, we were in my car.   I was driving, Victoria in the passenger seat staring directly at me.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, Elizabeth," she said slowly, adding with a grin "But I very much like it."

I avoided her gaze, focusing on driving, trying to order myself to get a grip.   But the scent from my last sniffs of her socks and panties seemed to still be engulfing me.   I just couldn't think clearly.   And Victoria seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my obvious discomfort.

"What did you do with the little gifts I left you in your trunk, Elizabeth?" she asked.

"Threw them in the trash, obviously," I lied.

"It's really not nice to throw another woman's things away, Elizabeth.   But it's okay... you're going to buy me much nicer replacements this morning."

When we arrived at the high street I so often frequented, climbing out of the car, Victoria asked me what my favourite shop was.

I pointed to a store called "Danica's Delights".   It was a collection of all things designer, from tops and skirts to jackets, bags and shoes.   They always had the newest and most limited editions, which was very much to my taste.

"I've always wanted to go in there," she said softly before adding cheerfully "Let's go."

I found myself walking a few steps behind her as she skipped her way towards the store.   The low cut black top she was wearing had a strap wrapped around her back, leaving the rest of her milky-skin-wrapped back on display.   My eyes drifted down to her incredibly shapely ass, her skirt bouncing around her thick, creamy thighs.   I felt my breath catch.   I'd never been into women.   I viewed other women as rivals - I was ultra competitive.   But I couldn't help but admire Victoria.   She was soooo beautiful.   I remembered how she said the gym owner thought she was a goddess.

"You are a Goddess," I thought to myself, shaking my head, unable to reconcile why I was suddenly so taken with her.   But there was no denying how I felt.   I had quickly developed a devastatingly strong crush on my arch rival.   

Shopping for her was not something I wanted to do.   But I DID want to be around her!   

By the time I caught up to her, she was entering the store.  

It was clear that Victoria wasn't used to shopping in a place like this.   Her eyes were wide as she traced her fingers over garments, staring at price tags.   

Suddenly, she pulled out a stunning little navy dress.   

"I want this," she said, excitement in her voice.

I knew that dress.   I'd looked at it on my last shopping trip.   $355.   The things of Victoria's I'd ruined... the cute little dress and clean socks and panties I'd thrown into the trash, the sports and shorts I'd thrown into the puddle, and the panties and socks she'd planted in trunk - probably came to about $120 in total!   But that navy dress really would look incredible on Victoria.

I nodded, opening my hand for her to pass it to me.

Her excitement turned to amusement at me not even questioning the amount.

"That replaces the dress," she said as she tossed it over my arm.   "Now for the sports bra and shorts you ruined."

She walked over to the corner where there was a lulu lemon collection, and she picked out a black sports bra and little gym shorts, tossing them at me.   Another $99 for the bra, and $89 for the shorts.   

Again, a little nod from me, Victoria's smile growing.

"Clearly I'll need the perfect shoes to match that dress.   Don't you think, Elizabeth?"

Shoes were not part of the deal!   I hadn't stolen or ruined her shoes!  

But she was right.   I mean, there's no way Victoria would have had any shoes that should be paired with that stunning little navy dress.   

She picked out a pair of navy Jimmy Choo heels at $1,230!

I went to say "are you crazy?"

But as I glanced down at her wedge-clad feet, the scent of her socks from last night and this morning seemed to return to my senses.   I found my eyes lingering on the milky skin atop her feet.   The feet that had caused that salty yet sweet scent that had overcome my entire body.   

A little nod, and she was tossing a pair of size 6's at me.   I was caught by the fact that she was the same shoe size as me.   I could be buying those stunning heels for myself... but instead I would be buying them for my arch rival.   For the daughter of the woman my mother had destroyed.

"We'll take all of these", Victoria said to the lady at the store, Paula, who had served me so often.

"She'll be paying," she grinned.

"Wow," Paula said, "That's so generous of you, Elizabeth."

I turned bright red.   

"Uh... well... anything for a friend," I lied.

My knees went weak as I swiped my card, $1773 gone just like that!

It wasn't the fact I couldn't afford such a lavish amount... my shopping trips usually fell somewhere in the $1000-$2000 range... it was the fact that it was for HER!   For a girl I despised!   A girl I'd competed with for almost my entire life!  

"Now," Victoria said as we exited the store, "time to replace my panties.   Where do you buy your lingerie, Elizabeth."

I pointed across the street to Victoria's Secret, Victoria giggling as she said, "Ah, Victoria's Secret for Victoria.   How perfect!"

Victoria was full of confidence now.   She was an absolute demon in the store.

"These," she said, "And these!   Oh YES, these!"

Bras and panties filled my arms as Victoria kept picking out more and more and more.   

"No more Target lingerie for me," she squealed with delight, adding "That'll do for now."

It amazed me that she didn't ask.   She didn't show any sign of thinking one pair of her Target panties was worth arms full of Victoria Secret lingerie.   And most incredibly, she didn't think for a second that I'd say no.

"Go pay, Elizabeth," she commanded.

Another $649.

"$2,422.   I think that ought to teach you about the wrongs of stealing other woman's clothes, don't you think?"

The drive back home was torture.   I couldn't reconcile why I'd just let Victoria do that to me.   And worse, I couldn't stop glancing over at her.   Her beautiful grinning face.   Her heaving breasts.   Her curvy, shapely legs.   Part of me just wanted this to be over.   But the other part wanted to be around her, and was sad that our time together was almost up.

And so, when we got out of the car and she walked back to her car with her shopping, I called out to her.

"Victoria..."

She turned.   "Yes, Elizabeth?"

"Would you uh... like to come in for a drink?"

She looked me up and down.   

Walked towards me.

"Just what has gotten into you, Elizabeth?"

I didn't know the answer to that question.   I just stood there, staring helplessly into her eyes.

"Okay," she said slowly, "Let's see just what's on that mind of yours.   Sure... I'll come in for a drink."

To say it was awkward would be a serious understatement.   I had no idea what to say to Victoria.   And she just sat there on my couch next to me, enjoying my obvious discomfort as she sipped a cocktail I'd served her.   She would periodically uncross and recross her legs, and try as I might, my eyes couldn't stop themselves from staring at them every time.  

"I've been trying to figure out what it is that's made you so... not you... today, Elizabeth," she said.   "At first, I thought it might have been that I tricked you into drinking my piss.   But that can't be ALL it is.   Because when you came to my gym the next day you were your usual bitchy self - stealing my clothes and everything.   So there is OBVIOUSLY something else that's gotten into you.   I'm dying to know.   Tell me... why did you let me go on that shopping spree today?   Why did you invite me in here for a drink?   Why are you sat there all awkwardly next to me?   What is up with with you, Elizabeth?"

I looked down.   And told the truth.

"I don't know."

She recrossed her legs, my eyes again involuntarily moving over to them.   

"Elizabeth...."

I pulled my eyes from her legs, looking into hers.

"Do you have... like... a crush on me?"

As my silence extended, her smirk grew.   And grew.   And grew.

"Well well well.   The big bad Elizabeth thinks I'm preeeetttty," she giggled.   "But it just makes no sense.   I mean - we do not like each other.   And plus, you have a boyfriend!"

Geez!   I hadn't thought about Tim all day!   He was a really great boyfriend.   Hot, obviously.   Incredible body!   Treated me like an absolute Queen.   Successful.   Sweet.   He had left after our lunch on Saturday for a business trip, and I reasoned that that's why I hadn't thought of him all day.   But I knew I was lying to myself.   My thoughts had been of Victoria ever since that whiff of her socks and panties first infiltrated my senses from the trunk of my car.

"You're right," I said softly, "It's just a stupid momentary thing.   Maybe you should go."

Victoria laughed.

"Or maybe... you should go fix me another cocktail."

She handed me her glass.   

"Victoria..."

She just cut me off.   

"Oh shut up Elizabeth.   It's obvious you want to spend the afternoon staring at my legs.   Cocktail, now."

She snapped her fingers at me and I rose, Victoria grinning widely as she said two words that had an effect on me I can't even explain.

"Good girl."

My knees buckled.   Being called a good girl by this woman made me furious and melted me all at the same time, and I trudged my way to the kitchen, soon returning with her drink.

"So how long have you been into women?" she asked as I handed her the glass.

"I'm not!" I said.

"Hmm.   So it's just me you're attracted to then.   Interesting.   Personally, I like women just as much as I like men.   Maybe even more so.   And as much I hate you, obviously you're hot.   I think I'd quite enjoy being the first woman to bed Queen Elizabeth," she giggled.

Wow.   This was actually happening.   I was about to have my first lesbian experience, and with my arch rival of all people.

"Set our glasses down," she said, passing her glass to me.   I placed them on the coffee table, standing in front of her.

"So before we go any further... I want to hear you admit it.   I want to hear you tell me that you want me."

I took a deep breath.   I'd never found anyone as attractive as I found Victoria at that moment in time.

"I want you, Victoria," I said in an almost-whisper.

"Tell me, Elizabeth.   In your entire life, have you ever wanted someone and not gotten what you wanted?"

I thought for a moment.   No.   If I'd set my sights on a guy, he'd been mine.   Every single time.   I shook my head.

"That must be nice," she said, "Knowing you can have whoever you want.   But this time... you're going to have to work for what you want."

I stared at her confused.   What did she mean?

"It's obvious you're desperate for me, Elizabeth.   But I'm not like the men you've so easily seduced over the years.   If you want me... you're going to have to win me.   You're going to have to show me that you'll do anything for the chance of being with me.   And the first thing you can do is get down on your knees."

Oh what a turn.   Just moments ago, I was imagining Victoria and I kissing, exploring each others bodies.   Rivals finally falling for each other.   But now... this bitch wanted me to BEG?

"I guess you don't really want me after all," she mused.   "You're right.   I should go."

She stood, staring me in the eyes.

She stepped in close to me, bringing her lips just an inch from mine.   She put her pretty hands on my shoulders.

"Should I go, Elizabeth?"

My head gave a little shake no, and she pressed down softly on my shoulders.

"On your knees, Elizabeth."

I felt my legs buckle, my knees giving way as I began to slink slowly to the ground.   My face descended past her breasts, her stomach, her waist, her perfect thighs, her lovely calves.

And then *thud*

My knees hit the floor, Victoria placing a hand commandingly on my head.

"Wow.   You must REALLY want me," she said as she towered over me.   "How does it feel to be on your knees for the woman you've looked down on for almost 20 years?"

"It's awful," I said softly.

"Of course it is," she mused, "And yet there you are.   Look up at me, Victoria."

My eyes lifted, looking up at her.

"Do you think I'm beautiful, Elizabeth?"

I just couldn't control myself.

"Yes," I whispered.

She took her hand from my head, turning it over and presenting it to my face.

"Kiss my hand, Elizabeth."

I reached up my hands, taking hers in mine.

The physical difference was obvious.   While I had a manicure with French tips, Veronica's nails were short and plainly treated, though her hand was still so pretty.   My tanned skin provided a contrasted against her pearly white complexion.   And yet, it was clear that initial visible queues were not everything.   Victoria's hand was incredibly soft, and I brought it to my lips... the first time my lips had ever touched any part of another woman.   

"Don't stop," she ordered, me pressing my lips to the top of her hand over and over and over again.

And then, she snatched it away.

"Your reward for kneeling for me," she said matter-of-factly.   "But my hand is all you get for now.   If you want more, you'll have to earn it.   Understood?"

I could only nod.   

Victoria grinned down at me.

"Think of a way to impress me and let me know when you think you have something to offer me.   Until then..."

She presented her hand to me again, but as I went to kiss it, she turned it, palm pressing against the side of my face as she shoved me over.

Before I knew what was going on, Victoria was opening my front door, walking out with a "see you soon, Elizabeth".