A frank talk with Wilma

Stacy turns around to look at Wilma, to find her looking at her straight in the eyes, a devilish grin on her face. She doesn’t look upset, or concerned, or even just ambivalent. She looks like she’s having a brilliant day.

And in that moment, it finally clicks for Stacy. She finally understands.

“This isn’t your second night.” Stacy growls quietly.

“No shit.” Wilma’s shit-eating grin gets even bigger. “Wow, you’re only just working that out? You really are gullible.”

“Then… When we talked before, in the Casino…”

“It was all an act, yes. Keep going.” Wilma encourages her.

“You purposefully acted like you were new… So that I would want to challenge you, hoping for an easy win.”

“Reverse UNO card, bitch.” Wilma sticks out her tongue.

“Okay firstly, that’s not very cool.” Stacy says haughtily.

“That’s rich, coming from the woman who was hunting for a newbie to take advantage of.” Wilma retorts.

“And SECONDLY,” Stacy continues, not dignifying Wilma’s retort with an answer, “You are acting like you’re guaranteed to win this now. But if you didn’t notice, I held my own just now.”

“Oh honey.” Wilma says with a patronizing tone. “It’s so cute that you think you’ve got a chance. It makes it so much more fun to prove you wrong.”

“What makes you so sure you’ll win?” Stacy is practically snarling with a mixture of anger and frustration now.

“Because almost everyone in the Casino is like you. Uncomfortable in their own skin, unable to bring themselves to do the dirty stuff, because their instinct won’t let them.”

“And you?” Stacy asks, somewhat afraid of the answer.

“I’ve been a porn star for… 13 years now.” Wilma says merrily. “And not the softcore type, either.”

So that’s why the sex had felt so much like they were acting out a porn scene.

“That’s not fair!” Stacy explodes, outraged, but keeping her voice hushed enough that Patrick won’t hear her.

“Nothing about this is fair, if you hadn’t noticed.” Wilma’s grin is still just as wide. “This whole thing is a big ‘Fuck You’ from the universe.”

“Yeah? Well this is big ‘Fuck You’ from me.” Stacy sticks her middle finger up at Wilma. “I’m going to beat you, and knock that smirk off your face. I don’t know what conversions could make even a porn star feel embarrassed, but I’ll take pleasure in helping you earn a new one.”

At the mention of Conversions, Wilma’s smile does indeed falter for a moment.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Wilma spits, suddenly more angry than entertained. “Just for that, you little brat, I’m going to make this as unpleasant for you as possible.”

Stacy shrugs, not intimidated. “How? **** is forbidden in this-MMMPH!”

Wilma has pounced on her, but not with the intention of hurting her. Instead, she has slipped her tongue into Stacy’s mouth, and two fingers into Stacy’s vagina. And then, as Stacy instinctively jerks away, Wilma just as quickly removes herself from Stacy’s body.

“I’m going to shower you with ‘motherly love’ at every chance I get.” Wilma says, in as creepy a tone as she can muster.

“You’re fucking gross.” Stacy replies furiously, which brings back that annoying smirk that Wilma likes to wear.

Stacy realizes that this sort of reaction is exactly what Wilma was hoping for.

“I mean… Go ahead, obviously. I can take it. Mom.” Stacy tries to make it sound like a taunt.

“That’s the spirit!” Wilma cackles, slapping Stacy gently on the thigh before rising to her feet. “Now go and find something sexy to wear, and meet me in the kitchen.”

“Why do you get to be in charge?!” Stacy snarls, but she hears how much she sounds like a teenage brat, and cringes. “Ugh! Fine. Whatever.”

Stacy storms off to find wherever her bedroom might be in this unfamiliar house, still uncomfortably aware how it feels like everything she does is way more bratty than she would like.

I’m not 18! And this is not my house! And she is not my mom! Stacy forcefully reminds herself.

But the fact that she has to remind herself at all, probably doesn’t reflect well on her mental state in the first place.