“Time to teach that bitch of an ex-girlfriend a lesson!”

Stephanie decided the first thing she’d do on her first High School Queen Crusade was to start where most **** stories start; her ex.

Though to call Felicia Dubois her ex is implying that they actually went on more than one date before cutting it off. Felicia was a pretty french girl, with nary an accent on her, long brown hair down to her waist, sparkling blue eyes, milk white skin, and quit the curve on her thin figure. She was a good-natured soul that was in the school band as a trumpeter, and thought that perhaps the crazy head cheerleader just needed someone to chill with to be less crazy.

At least, that was what Stephanie heard about why they broke up after the first date. She was furious after that, bawling for a week like one is supposed to in these kinds of dramas. Now though, her wrath will be immeasurable.

Walking with a menacing grin, and a light step, she went to where Felicia’s locker will be, just to say hi. And as she hoped, Miss Dubois was standing there, looking fine even in a tight pair of blue jeans and a cute black fitted cami to show off her C-cups. As she turned around, she was somewhat startled on how Stephanie McGoldrich kind of stood there without warning, grinning evilly.

“Oh! Uhh…Hey, Steph, haven’t, uh, haven’t seen you in a while! You good?” Felicia asked, with no trace of her french accent she’s supposed to have (According to Stephanie’s delusions.)

The head cheerleader only politely said, “Oh, I’m just peachy now, Fifi~” As she flipped through the script, watching the words she wrote on her way to the locker take hold.

“Oui oui, zat eez good, mademoiselle~” Fifi Duboobs, Stephanie’s sexy french maid girlfriend said in her thick french accent. Fifi was a heavily busty yet thin babe from Paris, that came here originally to become an American citizen with a high education, but ended up being the loyal servant for Stephanie the moment they met.

Fifi was head-over-heels for Miss McGoldrich, and especially loved how she fetishized her stereotypical way of life, not to mention her own perverse nature, her mistress staring down her huge, head-sized boobs always would put her on the edge alone. Not to mention her constant need wear sexy french maid uniforms as per her mistress-girlfriends’ instruction, and live with her and make her happy.

But Stephanie was not happy.

She scowled down at Fifi’s uniform (Which made Fifi wet from the look-over) which comprised of a string see-through bikini top with frills, a miniskirt with tiny apron, some stockings and a garterbelt with some high heels and a maid cap hairclip, and growled at the script. Turns out she was not happy with the wardrobe choice as she would’ve expected to.

“No, no, NO! That’s incorrect!” Stephanie complains, stomping her heel at the atrocity before her. “This isn’t a sexy french maid outfit! It’s just themed underwear! If I asked for her to look like a maid in the middle of getting dressed, I’d ask for it!” She slaps the script on the front page, frustrated before opening it again to set it right, and only slightly aware of everyone looking at her strangely for pitching such a weird tantrum. Fifi only stood at attention as she should, no doubt mistress was being a little nuts right now, as usual, but she couldn’t help it regardless, she loved obeying her so much, the french little slut.

Fifi only proceeded to look puzzled at the cheer captain scribbling with fury as she shifted her heavily flared, petticoated skirt on her skimpy french maid DRESS with nervousness as if she did something weird.

Stephanie smiled more as she looked over Fifi’s sexy as hell maid uniform, the skirt ended just below her ass, but flared out considerably, bringing out a nice silhouette to the appearance, and would reveal her frilly skimpy panties should she bend forward as she does, since she knows not to bend at the knee unless absolutely needed. Her dress had some outrageous cleavage, cupping her massive boobs up into a fantastic rack of cleavage that she couldn’t help dust with her duster idly on occasion whenever she isn’t keeping the thing on her sash, of which wrapped around into a large bow around her waist’s back. her massive boobs were being framed by two poofy shoulder sleeves helped bring them into view. Her arms and legs were wrapped in long silky white gloves and thigh highs, really showing off her dainty hands and long perfect legs, an expert in balance even in her six inch heels so that she rarely had reason to bend her knees other than to show them off provocatively or to do the cancan in her spare time.

And of course, her neck was collared with a frilled black choker, and long perfectly straight hair held together with a frilly maid hairband, showing off her heavily makeupped face that she had tattooed on when she declared her servitude to her mademoiselle girlfriend, so that she may keep her puffed up ruby lips, eyeshadow, and rosy cheeks perfectly smooth and unstainable.

“Mademoiselle? Waz zere zometheeg vu needed of moi, or shall moi keep followeeng vu?” Fifi asked, cocking her head cutely. Stephanie made a big perverted grin at her, and immediately commanded her to, “Carry my books, you bitch!”

Fifi accepted eagerly, moaning at being degraded as she carried the mistress’s textbooks, mincing along while humming the french national anthem as she hobbled after her mistress, whom was now plotting what else to reign hell upon. The principle? Her cheer-slaves? Hell, maybe even just change the building itself? Ooh, the opportunities are endless for her~