A Marker

Betsie stood with her arms by her side and her eyes tight shut. All she could do was wait.

Rebecca took a thick black permanent marker out of her bag. Rebecca had carried one around with her ever since she felt the need to graffiti 'UR A SHIT SHAG' on Luke's locker. It was petty thing to do but it made her feel better at the time. Rebecca felt certain doing similar thing to Betsie would make her feel better about this situation. Taking the top off she neared Betsie.

Betsie felt something brush on her skin just above her breasts. Her instinct was to flinch but her last command stopped her from doing so. Instead all Betsie could do was try to work out what was being written. It didn't take long; even with her eyes closed Betsie could picture what Rebecca was writing.

Rebecca stepped back to admire her handiwork. For a moment Rebecca wondered if she had gone too far, after all Betsie was her friend but that was only fleeting. Instead Rebecca focused on how her friend had asked her dick of an ex for nudes so she could send them to a fucking nerdboy just because he asked. Plus, and Rebecca was **** to admit this to herself, it was kinda fun to have complete control over her friend. 'She's got nude pics of me,' thought Rebecca taking out her phone. 'May as well return the favour!' Rebecca took a photo of Betsie's naked form and then a second one of her upper body. Rebecca checked her phone and the second image clearly showed Betsie's face, tits and the word: BITCH written in black block capitals between the two. Rebecca thought Betsie had suffered enough when a little voice inside her head thought it would be more entertaining to give the street another show. "What to do? What to do?" Rebecca asked aloud.

Betsie wanted to plead with her friend when she heard Rebecca say 'What to do' but all that came out of her mouth was moans and groans. Being told that she couldn't move also meant Betsie's mouth couldn't move up and down; Betsie was effectively gagged. Yet that didn't stop Betsie's efforts to try and beg Rebecca not to send her out to collect her clothes. Unfortunately for Betsie it had the opposite effect.

Seeing how pathetic Betsie was acting did lessen Rebecca's anger and she did think that Betsie had suffered enough. However when Betsie started trying to beg it was too funny for Rebecca not to make the most of the opportunity. "Do as you're told and get your phone but don't hurry and don't cover yourself." Rebecca added the last part for her own amusement. Rebecca watched Betsie leisurely walk to her front door like she didn't have a care in the world.

Betsie was relieved that she could once again move. Her first reaction was to sprint to get her phone but her legs wouldn't comply. Betsie glanced down and could see the word BITCH written across her skin. Her reaction was to cover herself but her arms wouldn't comply. All Betsie could do was pray nobody would see her as her body casually made its way outside. "Please! Please don't make me go outside!" Betsie begged as she approached the front door. Her pleas we met with laughter. 'Glad someone finds this funny,' thought Betsie, adding, 'You're the bitch not me.' That thought only made Betsie feel slightly better as her hand touched the doorknob.

Opening the door Betsie quickly looked around, not for her clothes but for people. Even though she couldn't see anyone Betsie felt like there were a million pairs of eyes on her. Betsie felt like she was moving in slow motion and willed her body to move to her jeans. Fortunately for Betsie her clothes were close to the door. She fished around her jeans pockets when she heard a car engine. Betsie wanted to dart inside but instead all she could do was slowly stand, turn to face her house and unhurriedly walk back into her own house as the noise grew louder. Just as Betsie thought she had escaped embarrassment, a cry of "Ssseeeeexxxxxyyyyy!" was heard coming from the driver as he went passed. Betsie went beet red.

"Woohoo sexxxxy!" cried Rebecca when Betsie re-entered the kitchen. Betsie was relieved to see Rebecca had a smile on her face. It seemed to Betsie that the red mist had lifted from Rebecca and her friend was back. Rebecca held out her hand. "Okay, let's see what my shit of an ex sent you and what you sent to the king of the nerds." Betsie unlocked her phone. Her plan was simple; show the least embarrassing picture, claim that was the only one, have a laugh about it and get back to being friends. Rebecca had other ideas. "Pass your phone."

"I'll just show you," said Betsie as casually as possible.

"No, pass it," insisted Rebecca.

"Here," Betsie said showing Rebecca what she hoped was the least revealing image.

"Do as you're told and hand me your phone." Betsie helplessly complied. She stood there silently watching her friend.

Watching the red mist return with vengeance.