Bitch Face

‘Shit.’ Luna grumbles under her breath. You sense she has a bad feeling about this message even though she hasn’t read it yet. The afterglow from that amazing orgasm is cut short as she picks up her phone.

You read it together through her eyes. The phone screen shows that the message is from ‘Bitch Face,’ but you somehow know that this is Ellie, the perfect and beautiful most popular girl in the school. She is always surrounded by a cohort of friends, or hangers-on, or minions, however you see them. They are like those little fish who swim around sharks and whales, cleaning them and trying to be useful so they don’t get eaten. You had never really attracted Ellie’s attention being neither popular enough to be useful to her or unpopular enough to be worth bullying. It was surprising that Luna had received a message from Ellie at all, and it was unlikely to be good news. Luna and Ellie weren’t exactly social equals.

‘Bleachers. Now. We need to talk’ was all it said.

You sense that Luna has been waiting for this. There is a memory of something she has done to cross Ellie but you can’t make out any detail. The memory is floating there, just out of reach.

You withdraw from Luna, feeling a vague sense of emptiness as though you have just lost a part of yourself. She pauses as she adjusts her clothing, perhaps feeling the same thing. You are still aware of the satisfied sensation in her body along with the worry of this meeting with Ellie and hope that your connection is still there.

You decide to try to find out what’s going on here and close your eyes to imagine the track. You feel the sun on your face and the light breeze in your hair, smell the grass and the dustiness of the running track itself. Opening your eyes, you are actually there. Cool! You hold your hand out to inspect the ring thinking that these new powers are really something!

Turning around you see Ellie and her gang of minions on the bleacher seats. You are surprised to see Carrie there too, looking scared. She is definitely not Ellie’s gang material: bookish, clever and thoughtful, you know her a little bit from some projects you’ve worked on together. Actually, you have to admit that Carrie has sort of ‘carried’ you through those projects, being much smarter than you. She is unlikely to be friends with Ellie and being a little on the larger side and wearing glasses she’s not the cheerleader type that Ellie would normally hang out with. Today Carrie is wearing a baggy jersey top and grey sweatpants, so definitely not Ellie’s type. No, she is here under duress.

Ellie is undoubtedly beautiful, if only on the outside. Her body is curvy and she dresses to show it off. Pretty, with long brunette hair and striking green eyes, she can be charming and lovely if she wants something from you. But her cruel sneer and calculating scowl puts you in mind of a rabid dog due to the way she is suddenly transformed from a pretty innocent girl into a grisly, snarling creature.

You concentrate on Ellie as she sits playing with her phone. She is calm, content with her reasons for being here today. There is something missing in her, something you can’t identify. Something human, something which lets her love or care for or understand the people around her, it’s not there. You feel her breath moving in and out of her lungs, and you allow your heartbeat to match hers perfectly. You are absorbed, watching the game play on her phone and your yellow painted thumbnail as you swipe the screen.

Ellie is thinking about what she’s going to do to Luna and Carrie. She intends to punish them for something but exactly what their crimes are you can’t read. She wants both girls to be under her control, to work for her somehow. Frustratingly you just can’t see the details. As you decide to leave and warn Luna, you look up and Ellie’s face sneers as the beautiful goth girl walks up the steps toward you.

Ellie stands and swaggers over to meet Luna by the handrail. ‘So, bitch,’ she begins, ‘who gave you the right to get into my business?’

‘It’s not right,’ Luna states, ‘you can’t take advantage of her like that.’ She gestured toward Carrie. ‘And I’m not scared of you.’

Ellie grinned. ‘You should be.’ She nodded to the girls flanking Carrie who gripped the shorter girl by the arms and dragged her to the handrail beside Luna. Two of Ellie’s other minions came to stand a little too close to your friend. This was about to turn nasty, you could sense it in Ellie’s mind. She was going to enjoy this.

‘Sweet little Carrie here,’ Ellie snarled as she stepped up to the smaller girl, ‘tells me that she’s not going to continue writing my assignments after your little chat.’ Shit, so that’s it, you think. This is why Ellie is so angry.

The two goons either side of Luna grip her arms and hold her next to the rail as Carrie’s captors release her arms. Ellie grips the hem of Carrie’s jersey and lifts it up over her head in one fluid motion, taking her glasses right off her face with it. ‘So now I need to find some new motivation for this little cunt.’ As Carrie’s face reddens with shock and her arms fly to her breasts Ellie grips the shoulder straps of her bra and yanks them down so that her bra is around her tummy.

The cruel brunette steps over to Luna, grinning. ‘And I also need to find a way of stopping you fucking with my shit.’ Without warning Ellie pulls Luna’s top up over her head and yanks her bra down to her waist. Ellie smiles and stares at Luna’s pale breasts. ‘Hmm, nice,’ she purrs. ‘I bet your stupid dead boyfriend loved sucking on these!’

Wait, when did that happen? Luna has spoken to you about her boyfriends occasionally, but she never told you one had died. You don’t have time to think about it further as Luna spits in Ellie’s face. You can feel the anger and hurt emanating from your friend.

‘Oh, shit!’ laughs Ellie, wiping her face. ‘You know, I was going to take a picture of your tits and let you go. But now it’s going to be much, much worse.’ You try to think of a way you can use your powers to intervene.

She looks at her goons. ‘Give me their clothes. All of their clothes.’