Sluts, Schemes, and Sordid Secrets: Victoria
I am very excited to share a collaborative piece created together with the lovely and talented Fetishes and Fantasies. This is intended to be one perspective of a two-person story - I highly encourage you to read the partner story over on F&F's site. More discussion can be found after the conclusion of this piece. Enjoy!
Deep in the de Rouge manor, an unusual fashion show was starting. There was no runway save for a regally patterned bedsheet that served as a red carpet for a pair of pretty socialites. The two models, gorgeous and used to attention from adoring onlookers, were alone in the hidden depths of a palatial estate. It might seem that this was a private viewing party for two friends, but despite their proximity on the bed, Victoria de Rouge and Cameron Carter’s relationship was like the lingerie strewn about between them: flimsy, full of holes, and completely for show. Instead it was a not-so-subtle competition between two ladies of the exclusive Eternal Fantasies gated community. A test to see whether the hot new thing or the established pattern would stay in style: who was ‘in’ and who was ‘out’.
At the moment, Victoria knew that she was the in vogue vixen in her manor. But even in an exclusive community known for attractive trophy wives, stunning sugar babies, and tempting mistresses, Cameron Carter stood out as something special. She had the face of an angel, the body of a goddess, and the attitude of a bitch from hell. In some ways the young blonde reminded Victoria of herself from a decade ago; physical similarities aside, she had a similar deportment and dress sense that put the ‘haughty’ in haute couture.
For these reasons and more, Victoria had deigned to invite the newer trophy lady to her decadent dwelling after running into her shopping at the glamorous galleria inside Eternal Fantasies. The action was sure to incense friends in the community; many of them had been burned by Cameron’s careless way of wedging herself between marriages and warned of the risks of letting a fox into the henhouse. But like the younger woman, Victoria retained her own sense of self-confidence that came with maturity. She felt that she was still a fox with enough cunning and allure to handle this flouting filly.
“What’s your opinion on this one? Think your husband might like it?” Cameron asked with a smirk, simultaneously flaunting and taunting.
“I think my husband has more mature tastes,” came Victoria’s casual comeback. “Sure, it’s a pretty little thing, but it’s basic, and cheap, and seriously lacking in support. Do you really think a rich man would admire this? Or that a superior socialite would even give it a second glance?”
“I think I have a pretty good idea of what men like,” the junior beauty responded, her smirk still there but a bit of anger in her eyes. The older woman smiled as she sensed that she had gotten under the skin of the hot-headed hottie.
“That’s all fine and well. But sometimes it’s not about what the man likes at all. Sometimes a socialite needs to feel sensual and sexy while still showing off her assets for her friends to envy and admire.”
The lack of backtalk indicated to Victoria that the young lady was taking in her lesson. Yet that was not the only thing her frenemy was taking in. The girl’s heavily painted eyes were gazing at the lacy white lingerie that Victoria was wearing, seemingly admiring the natural treasures contained within.
“Take for example, my bra. I can already see you’re envious of it. You’re enjoying my selection – maybe even what’s inside too. But this piece is also perfect for me because the elegant lace softly caresses my skin even while flaunting my breasts. Here, come feel how soft it is against your cheek.”
Slowly, the established socialite gently cupped the back of the babe’s bleach blonde hair and brought her close to the cups she was admiring. Although her guest was slightly resistant at first, Victoria was pleased to see that Cameron’s eyes closed with enjoyment as soon as her head was nestled into the tanned bosom of the older beauty. It was almost like a mother comforting a daughter after a fight; but Victoria was too young to be a true MILF and had more impure intentions in mind.
Her tender touch became slightly more forceful as she pulled the bleached blonde deeper into her cleavage, literally rubbing her face in the perfection of her bosom. Cameron squirmed as her senses were suffocated by the soft skin, radiant heat, and sweet perfume; but her wriggling hands did not attempt to separate. Instead she gently stroked Victoria’s taut midsection and cupped her sumptuous breasts in a respectful exploration of her rival’s body. It was a sign to the more experienced woman to make her next move.
Breaking contact, Victoria turned her partner around. With delicate precision she began to slip off the straps of Cameron’s white minidress like she was stripping away any resistance. The pretty young thing’s words of protest gave way to sensual moans as her own bosom was caressed and exposed by the other sexpot’s experienced fingers. The senior seductress smiled, recognizing the siren sounds that ensnared so many men; but in this instance the feminine cries were indicators of lust and the hostess’ expert touch getting the young hussy hot and bothered.
“Trying to measure my cup size? As much as I enjoy getting manhandled in a rich man’s home, I’d be happy to just tell youuuuu,” Cameron tried to quip and regain an upper hand in the situation. But a quick pinch from Victoria’s elegant nails caused her to squeak, shudder, and forget all about fighting as she enjoyed the pleasures of her body. Victoria was showing the sugar baby a valuable lesson in elite social circles - a pretty face can get you in the door, a quick wit and sharp mind might attract interest, but sexual skill is what can secure a financial future.
At the moment, though, security is what Victoria was trying to expose. Her hands were roaming around Cameron’s body, seemingly searching every nook and cranny for a hidden source of sexual release. But she knew exactly what she was looking for and slowly her hands began to creep underneath the curtain of blonde hair to find the nape of her neck. Leaning in, Victoria breathed softly into her rival’s ears as she whispered words that would grant a sweet release.
“Oh, I already know everything about you, Cameron. I’m sure you think you know a lot about me, too. But you still have so much to learn. And the first thing I want you to learn is that I can be your…Aphrodisiac.
The gasp of surprise as the seduced creature heard the sound of a lock click was music to Victoria’s ears. Her own heart beat a bit faster with the sense of power in her head and the heat of her own arousal in her loins as she slowly felt around the neck. There was now a small zipper that had surfaced above her flawless skin. The little nub seemed more sensitive to Cameron than her own clitoris; a mere tweak from Victoria’s fingers had the young slut screaming shrilly.
“Stop you fucking bitch! Don’t you dare!”
Calmly, Victoria acquiesced. She still maintained her grip on that slender neck, waiting briefly for Cameron to stop shaking from a combination of fear and rage. Once she was calmer, the woman in control continued to speak.
“That’s better. Anger is unbecoming a pretty young thing like yourself. But then again, we both know you aren’t quite the pretty young thing you look like now.”
She watched as Cameron’s cheeks became flushed, a humiliated rosy color that even peeked past her bronzed skin and heavy makeup. But even caught by the scruff, the sexy creature couldn’t help but act over-confident and self-important.
“So you figured out my secret...I’m surprised it took someone so long after I stole this bodysuit,” came the nonchalant response.
“I’ve known for a while, Cameron. When one of the bodysuits went missing off the factory line – my husband’s factory line – I figured whoever stole it might try making a little trouble in my neighbourhood, especially once I learned a young technician by the name of Carter Cameron had handed in his resignation the very morning of the incident”
Victoria chuckled as she spoke, enjoying Cameron’s attempts to maintain her composure and bitchy attitude. But much like she had just exposed the ‘secret’ zipper, Victoria could see cracks in that icy facade. She relished the way her tight body trembled in some combination of anger and fear, while her pretty face was slightly flushed with a tint that hinted at an undercurrent of arousal. Her expression invigorated the woman with the upper hand; but Victoria knew she had to rein her excitement in. So instead she gently stroked Cameron’s hair with a sense of affection and continued the conversation.
“So when I noticed a bombshell waltz into our little community and start picking off men without a care in the world, it didn’t take much to put the pieces together. I simply needed an excuse to get you alone to confirm my suspicions, and ‘accidentally’ running into you at the mall suited my goals. But do you know what really caught my eye? How I knew you weren’t a real bitch the second you entered my kingdom?”
Cameron shrugged as if she didn’t care; but for the first time in a while Victoria noticed a sense of interest and even admiration as she detailed her discoveries.
“To put it simply - you had no purpose. There are dozens of girls like us here at Eternal Fantasies, each of which have their own unique motivations and goals. But there was no rhyme or reason to the men you seduced,” Victoria explained, a hint of disappointment in her voice. “A gold digger would go after the richest man; a homewrecker would go after the happiest; a nymphomaniac would go after the naughtiest; a slut would go after the most well-hung. But despite your potential, you’re just fucking rich guys at random.”
“So what, Queen High and Mighty? What do you want from me then?” Cameron quipped with a scathing tone. As she spoke, she tried to squirm slightly out of her captors’ grip; but Victoria only clenched more emphatically Cameron’s neck and the skinsuit’s zipper.
“I want your loyalty,” was the simple answer. To the surprise of the younger woman, Victoria then completely released her hold and deftly maneuvered so they were face to face. Victoria stared deep into her opposite’s eyes with a sense of power, poise, and passion before descending quickly to Cameron’s exposed bosom. Soon Cameron was squirming not in an escape effort but a sign of ecstasy as the elder trophy wife’s experienced mouth manipulated her sensitive mouth.
“This is what I can give you. Pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever known. I can teach you how to wield it and I can lavish you with it as a reward for your loyalty,” Victoria whispered softly as she occasionally rose from the waves and valleys of Cameron’s natural beauty. She could see that the lustful lass was starting to succumb to her sexual spell. Her shadowed eyelids were shut and her head was completely tilted back, exposing her tender neck to the whims of the more mature woman. Cameron’s hair fell straight down from the crown of her head, a platinum wave of an angel acknowledging her fallen defenses to this devilish mistress. Victoria saw the signs and began to advance her argument in another way.
“You are a talented temptress for sure, one with a delightful enjoyment of depravity that I adore. But right now you are still a bitchy vessel directed by the urges of a former man who lacks the vision to make you truly special. I can help you change that. Let me fill you with knowledge and skill. Let me show you purpose.”
To emphasize her point, Victoria pushed the more pliable Cameron back onto the bed, then slowly lifted the short hem of her dress. Her French-tipped finger softly prodded the bodysuit’s most sensitive natural spot, a button which spurred a gasp in response. But Victoria wanted to show that she was in control and could fill a void other than Cameron’s mind and motivation. A single finger probed the young sexpot’s pussy, exploring the opening like she owned it.
“Please...you think pleasure is enough to make me pledge myself to you?” Cameron said, trying to reassert control in an area she had expertise. “I’ve taken dicks five times the size of your withered finger, old lady, and there’s no - oooooohhhhh!”
Victoria chuckled as she let her fingers do the talking. Her digits danced inside and around Cameron’s twat in a way that no man’s brutish, clumsy club could match. She was the true epitome of bitchiness, a teasing sexpot at the peak of her prime, and there was no being better than her at manipulation of power and pleasure.
“Despite being a novice, you are a natural. I mean, mere days after first stealing this bodysuit you were strutting around my neighbourhood with all the bravado of a natural born bitch,” Victoria said, stroking Cameron’s ego as she continued to stroke in-and-out of the young slut’s hungry hole. “In a short time you have made Eternal Fantasies your personal sexual playground, and for that you have my admiration. Honestly, if you actually put any effort into your ability to corrupt anyone you touch, you might have even made a formidable enemy for me.”
The established trophy wife increased her pace, building pressing and probing more aggressively as she spoke. Victoria knew that Cameron was becoming putty in her hands; but the greatest clay trophies are crafted from the hottest, most fiery furnaces and Victoria intended to crank up the heat. Leaning in close enough so Cameron could feel her hot, steamy breath, she began to spit the fire of a woman from hell.
“But believe me when I say, that is not in your best interests. I could destroy you on a whim. I could be subtle and discreetly reveal your secret to my husband, letting him and his executive friends reclaim their stolen asset and kick you to the curb, forced to remain a pathetic loser for the rest of your life. Or I could be aggressive and rip this zipper open, pulling you out like a soft sissy hermit crab from your false, glamorous shell and exposing you for all the world to see. And after what you’ve done to some of my neighbors, I know plenty of men and women who’d jump at the chance to take their revenge by making you their own personal cumdump.”
The passionate lover finally stopped manipulating her partner’s enflamed sex, making the young slut whimper and pant with need but forcing her to focus on what the goddess was about to say. Victoria leaned in closer still, her lips almost kissing Cameron’s flushed ear, as she seductively whispered a final warning.
“So don’t you fucking forget how merciful I am when I choose to do this instead.”
She pushed the trembling skinsuit slut onto her knees then, for the first time since sitting on the bed, twisted her slender form into a submissive position underneath the other woman. Her wicked tongue was not done with Cameron; instead it was just starting as she began to explore her moist slit. As an experienced woman of pleasure she knew that sometimes words were not needed. Mrs. de Rouge wanted to show Miss Carter that she understood her body better than any man ever could, including the former factory worker who was currently occupying that gorgeous form. She could teach her all sorts of things about sex, society, and being a beautiful woman...and all she was asking for was allegience.
The oral explanation of loyalty and understanding continued for a while. Victoria was both a lover and a mentor, her cunnilingus showing her cunning and care for a potential partner in taking over control of the exclusive community. She was planting a seed in that womb, the idea that Cameron could become a top sugar baby if she learned all the necessary skills from the established trophy wife. All the young slut had to do was one thing…
“Pledge your loyalty,” Victoria commanded, as she lay back to let Cameron accept her offer. After a pondering pause, a head of platinum hair slowly descended into Victoria’s muff, about to show her silent sign of agreement to their pact. They would be partners as tight as the skin Cameron wore and would learn to fully utilize with Victoria’s guidance. But for now, they turned their attention to whiling away the hours until Victoria’s husband returned home in as many sordid ways as they could think of…
There are so many things I want to say about this piece. But to give it is about partnership, I'd be remise not to thank my collaborators. Papa Dragon is an incredible Daz 3D artist and talented writer of captions who is always able to make a story hotter with their visual work or proof-reading suggestions. I also cannot thank Fetishes and Fantasies enough for being an amazing writing partner throughout this process. We have enjoyed each other's creative talents in varying settings for a while now. But each and every time I have worked with them in any capacity, I am blown away by their writing ability and conscientiousness when it comes to erotic captions and stories. It is one thing for someone to push you to be more creative and more technically sound as a writer; F&F pushes me to be a better person with regards to writing erotica.
I am also grateful to F&F for this experience because has reminded me of the reasons I keep writing. Part of seeking out collaboration is to engage with others, to learn together, and to write for the enjoyment of others. Building bonds in a community like Evie's Emporium with so many talented artists like F&F and PapaDragon is why I'm still here writing TG/TF content for over a decade. It is not always easy to feel that connection even when surrounded by other artists - in fact back in December I was seriously contemplating stopping for good. But this piece, both my love for this story and commitment to someone else, brought me back and provided the motivation to continue on with new content for the foreseeable future.
So why do I love this story? Well it starts with the models themselves. Nicole Aniston and Spencer Scott are modern day goddesses with beauty beyond compare - but even better their aesthetics lend perfectly the characters they represent. Aniston is absolutely flawless, the perfect 10 that is a perfect fit for a trophy wife. She looks like a fashion model built for fine clothes and luxury items in the most exclusive bedroom; the fact that we get to enjoy this golden-skinned, light-haired goddess on beds in photographic photoshoots is a sign there is a goddess.
Her partner in this piece, Spencer Scott, is one of the few people who could share the spotlight with Aniston and not be overshadowed. The platinum blonde bombshell is an absolute knockout with a pretty, sultry face built for the camera. Usually I don't get to use her much in my work because I tend to shy away from the lesbian scenes that she does almost exclusively; but in this situation she is the perfect foil to Aniston. Slightly younger, with a smoldering stare from that face of feminine perfection, she fits so well as the scheming sex kitten that must be tamed and taught by another pussy.
Aside from the characters, I had so much fun developing this plot with F&F and writing it as a mirrored setting (again, if you haven't done so already, read F&F's perspective in parallel). We made a conscious effort to mirror these works - the dialogue is virtually identical, the progression is pretty much the same, but what varies is the depth of detail into the mindset of each character as they dance in those satin sheets.
This was a new experience for me as a writer and I felt that it went fantastic. We ended up writing our parts and building off each other - I wrote a first draft, then F&F wrote their perspective with extra scintillating detail, and then I improved my piece based on their direction and phrasing, until we had gone back and forth into the final iteration. Much like the back-and-forth between our characters, the dance of writing this piece was hot and fulfilling, and I very much hope to do something similar in the future.
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