Comeuppance

“I don’t like this,” Fawn hissed. She did it softly so that the person Brandy insisted on bringing with them didn’t overhear as they waited on the ground floor for the elevator.

“It will be fine,” Brandy said, distracted by her phone. Glancing down at the number, she sent the call straight to voicemail.

“Who was that?” her best friend inquired.

“The cabin.”

“Bridget? You’ve been waiting for her to call back. Why didn’t you answer?” the bespectacled blonde asked.

“We don’t have time for her. **** is afoot,” Brandy declared.

The declaration caused several others waiting for an elevator to glance over in concern as they knew the detective’s daughter’s reputation. One married couple only a few years younger than the two blondes proceeded to back away from the line. They preferred to avoid any Brandy Fallon drama to start the new year. Another slightly older woman began searching for hotel security. The busybody never liked the cheerbrat who graduated two years behind her.

"You better not call me Watson again," Fawn warned, slightly lowering her head to stare over her cat eyeglasses.

“Relax. Bee won’t mind waiting to talk to me after she hears about what we’re about to do,” Brandy declared while they entered the elevator with their add-on and another pair. “And you stopped being Watson once Sean named the dog after him. Wrenn will always be Moriarty because she hates it.”

“That’s only because he loses in his first real appearance. Still, I have a bad feeling about this.”

“It’s easy-peasy. We basically did the same thing to Casey Foscue back in high school,” Brandy said confidently.

“Casey Foscue? Casey Foscue turned into a disaster—a Hindenburg-type of disaster,” Fawn reminded, whipping her head around in surprise.

“The fire wasn’t our fault. Who fills a room with lit candles while conducting an illicit affair? Only a damn fool,” Brandy pointed out, throwing her hands up.

The other pair on the elevator turned to look at Brandy upon the Foscue name drop. Not in the mood for a conversation with them, she shrugged her shoulders before changing the subject.

“Fine. Think of this as a repeat of junior prom and The Rash,” Brandy suggested. However, it only left Fawn more flabbergasted.

“Genesis Rasch was your Chernobyl, Dee! Everything turned radioactive,” Fawn exclaimed.

“Shhh,” Brandy sounded, motioning for her to lower her voice.

"Don't shush me! Darla practically became a shut-in for almost a month out of fear. Wrenn signed up for that summer study abroad program, hoping to lay low until the heat died down. And I'm pretty sure Best Bunk went under because of us," Fawn rattled off.

“Wait, the incident at Best Bunk was you girls?” the third member of their trio asked while the elevator car stopped on the 5th floor. The other pair immediately fled from the conversation.

“I’d tell you to forget about what you just heard, but you’ll forget soon enough,” Brandy replied before turning back to Fawn. “Stop airing out our secrets, and stop comparing my life to historical disasters.”

“You’re the one that’s bringing them up!”

“The Best Bunk was a shitty motel. Why did anyone ever want to go there?”

“Perhaps because it was close to our prom location, and they didn’t ask many questions about the parties,” Fawn recounted, shaking her head at Brandy’s selective memory.

“Too bad the Witzler hadn’t been renovated back then. Hey, maybe causing that motel to close was a good thing for this place getting fixed up.”

“You really want to make that claim around town?” Fawn challenged.

“Okay, okay, maybe getting payback on Genesis caused some unintended consequences, but I can’t always be perfect.” The librarian rolled her eyes at Brandy’s remark. “But, hey, the Le Ley twins got precisely what we intended.”

“Probably because it was Wrenn’s plan,’ Fawn stated, walking off the elevator on the 6th floor.

“Wrenn’s plan?! Why don’t you just dig that knife deeper into my back until you pierce my heart, Fawnie!”

“Wrenn devised the plan. You were just her tool.”

“Well, I was the greatest tool ever! Wait, I don’t like how that came out,” Brandy corrected. “If anything, I should get credit for turning Wrenn into a devious little bitch. If I hadn’t started corrupting her since kindergarten, she would’ve never conjured up her plan.”

“That is a fair point,” Fawn agreed.

“Uh, girls, this is entertaining and all, but would you please tell me what we’re doing?” the third blonde inquired.

“Right, sorry. Whoops, we went too far,” Brandy squealed sheepishly, reading the hotel room number. "We gotta go back a room."

“Yes, ma’am, Dee literally gets lost while reliving the glory days,” her BFF mocked.

“Please. Like you don’t get lost in the stacks at work at least once a week, Miss Graff,” Brandy sassed back.

“Girls.”

“Sorry, sorry. Here, take this,” Brandy said, motioning for Fawn to hand over Daisy’s purloined passkey. “No, no, seriously, you need to go in there.”

The older blonde hesitated before sliding the keycard into the slot. The two younger friends pulled out their phones in anticipation of the upcoming scene. Immediately, moans and slapping noises reached their ears.

“Go!” Brandy insisted after the older blonde glanced back at them with a shocked expression. “This concerns you.”

Taking a step forward, the youngest Fallon sister also looked over her shoulder.

“Aren’t you coming with?”

“Oh, no. I’m a teacher. This wouldn’t be appropriate. I’ll record from out here.”

“You’re a librarian, not a teacher.”

“I’m a member of the school faculty, and you know that!” Fawn snapped. “And you’re about to miss the fun.”

“Shit!” Brandy swore, entering Room 602 just as a bloodcurdling scream erupted.

Rushing inside, the adventurous blonde caught the last moments of the scene spread across sideways on the queen-sized bed. Brandy didn’t know Oscar Vargas. All she saw was an unexpected second teenager thrusting his cock into Kimberly, who lay on her back. Austin knelt on the bed while the platinum blonde sucked his dick. Brandy managed to capture the moment Oscar and Austin’s heads snapped over in the direction of the screaming blonde. Both boys gulped in instant fear.

“Yeow!” Austin screeched, throwing his head back as he howled in pain.

It took Brandy a second to realize the reason for his howl. Knowing the quarterback’s history with her nephew, she hardly winced in empathy at the startled Kimberly biting down on the cock in her mouth.

“Mrs. Rusk!” Oscar yelled at the precise moment that Miranda stopped with her bloodcurdling scream. “Shit!”

The camera phone captured Oscar yanking his wet, sticky dick out of Kimberly’s pussy with a frightened and sheepish expression. Immediately, the usually arrogant teen scrambled to find his clothes while his friend’s mother barely glanced in his direction. Oscar wouldn’t escape the consequences. He’d be in deep trouble later after Miranda called up his mother.

“Y-You whore!” Miranda bellowed, her voice echoing out into the hallway, where Fawn grinned.

“Oww, oww, oww!” Austin cried as his mom’s old squadmate released him from her mouth. With tears rolling down his cheeks from the excruciating pain, the quarterback rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud.

“My son? My son, Kimmie?!”

“Miranda, wait. I can—" the platinum blonde never finished as her old friend leaped onto the bed and onto her.

Having pulled up his jeans and shoes, Oscar grabbed his shirt while abandoning his boxers and socks. With a frightened check on the two women on the bed, the running back barreled his way past Brandy. Determined to get the hell away from the commotion, he still skidded to a halt in shock at the door’s entrance.

“Miss Graff?” Oscar sounded, absolutely shocked to see the school librarian in the hallway with her phone pointed at him.

“Oh, Oscar. You sure stepped into quite a mess,” Fawn remarked, shaking her head. Then, she chuckled as he took off again, booking down the hallway toward the stairs.

Back in the hotel room, the two forty-year-olds tussled on the bed. After an initial streak of slaps, Miranda fought to retain the upper hand as Kimberly descended into hair-pulling. Shouts of “slut” and “homewrecker” interspaced the slaps and tugs. There was even a partial remake about Annette knowing better than to screw her son.

Brandy captured it all with a shit-eating grin. She even dropped an “ooh!” when Miranda balled her hand into a fist and clocked Kimberly on the lips with a solid punch. The forceful blow caused Kimberly to scamper off the bed, only to promptly trip on Austin. With her feet entangled in the teen’s legs, the platinum blonde fell on top of her recent lover.

“Get away from my son, you bitch!” Miranda ordered, swinging out her leg.

The attempted kick narrowly missed her intended target's head as Kimberly ducked. Next, she tried to crawl as fast as possible to safety. However, the move on the floor brought her closer to Brandy.

“Aahhhh!”

“That’s for trying to pull the same shit with Sean!” Brandy stated, revving up a second hard kick to the crawling woman’s naked ass. "And that's for just being a bitch!"

Despite Kimberly screaming, “Fucking stop that!” Brandy issued another three stiff kicks until her sister’s old cheermate reached the bathroom. Shoving the door shut, Kimberly managed to reach safety for the time being. Brandy gladly caught a final shot of her bleeding split lip.

“Get your fucking clothes on now!” Miranda screamed, not caring one bit that her son continued to whimper in pain. “You’re in so much shit, buster!”

After hurrying back to get some footage of Austin sobbing as he put on his clothes, Brandy offered Miranda a half-ass apology.

"Sorry, but you needed to know."

“Yes, thank you,” the irate mother replied, her **** stare never leaving her son.

“Whoa, I didn’t expect the other kid. Did you see him?” Brandy asked, returning to the hallway.

“No, I didn’t notice the half-naked student flee the room,” Fawn said, rolling her eyes before giggling. “That was Oscar Vargas. Star running back and one of Austin’s closest friends.”

“Does Sean dislike him?”

“Probably.”

“Good! Bee and Sean should be thrilled with these videos,” Brandy cackled.

“What happened in there?”

“Before Miranda jumped on Kimmie, the bitch accidentally bit down on Austin’s dick. I didn’t see any blood, but he’s crying like a little bitch,” Brandy replayed.

“I hope Lacey loves that part. Oh, I bet Lana will enjoy it even more,” Fawn added, causing her best friend to brighten up at getting **** for Lacey.

“Shit, I hope Bridget’s phone gets a signal soon. I better send it to Tinny first. The pressure will be on her to top this one.”

“Hey, don’t forget Nosy Nectar. That’s the ultimate **** for Sean and Lacey,” Fawn pointed out.

“Ah, I can't wait to show Wrenn. We gotta remind her about the good ole days as much as possible,” Brandy said, laughing. “Tim doesn’t know just how bad his wife could be.”

“Do you have enough footage to make it work?” the white-haired teen questioned impatiently.

“It’s going to require additional time and effort than I expected,” Alfie Fewings replied, aware of blue eyes staring intently at his face. ”Beyza not joining in with her mother and Archer wasn’t an unexpected development. I probably have enough images, although it would've been nice if Green hadn’t botched his role.”

"Hey, I did my part as best as possible," Griffin Green argued. "When Alfie alerted me that Beyza wasn't down with joining her mom, I got in position to be the guy who met her. Hell, I worked my charm to get her into my room, stop crying because I consoled her, and get her hot enough to make out. It's not my fault that we kept on getting interrupted."

“Charm? Charm requires charisma, Griffin, something you clearly lack. Lies can only go so far,” Olena mocked, her voice dripping with contempt.

“I got the girl out of her dress! If Alfie knows what he’s doing, her topless tits should be gold for the video. Unless you can’t do shit, film boy,” Griffin insulted.

“Quiet!” Olena commanded. “Alfredo, will Griffin’s work suffice?”

“There are a few solid shots of Beyza moaning while he kissed her neck and felt her up. However, Griffin is clearly not Archer. Which is the reason you weren’t supposed to hog or block the cameras, you idiot.”

“Idiot?! You little nerd–”

“I said to be quiet,” Olena hissed softly. “What about Annette’s footage?”

“She came out great. Now, that’s a woman who gets into sex and wants to put on a show for her partner. I consider ourselves lucky that she didn’t spot Beyza. We might be shit out of look if Beyza made any noise or drew attention to herself when she saw her mom and Archer. It’s Archer who might be a problem. He did spot Beyza and saw the expression on her face. That guy’s pissed about being lied to.”

“As if I care. Being lied to comes with being blackmailed,” Olena responded dismissively, turning slightly to roll her eyes at Veronica, who **** herself to smile.

“I’m just passing on that he warned you not to bring up your information on him again. Archer said he didn’t come home to be pushed around by…well, I won’t repeat what he called you while he shoved me against the wall,” Alfie recounted diplomatically. “Aubrey also isn’t thrilled. Fucking Archer was great, but she didn’t like doing it with a woman old enough to be her mother.”

"It's called ****. What don't people get about the concept?" Olena huffed. "I don't care about Aubrey Dunford's feelings; I care about how she looked on film. Can she pass as a substitute for Bezya? It was the best that Veronica could do on such short notice."

The closest person to being called Olena’s friend blanched at being handed responsibility for Aubrey’s participation. The brunette had been Olena’s choice, not hers.

“Aubrey’s hair and measurements do match Beyza’s. Skin tone is a minor issue. With little work, I should be able to darken Aubrey’s skin to match. The room’s lighting should help with the alteration. However, with piss-poor footage from Griffin's room, I’ll need to limit any facial replication.”

"Can you do a black bag job at the Baris home if needed? Maybe video from Beyza's bedroom could help fill in any gaps," Olena speculated.

"Perhaps. Transferring Bezya's face onto Aubrey's face with the same background would be far easier. That's why we selected a similar hotel room on the same floor," Alfie reminded, shooting Griffin a dirty look.

"Very well. If Beyza has second thoughts about working with me, a faked photograph will do for now. A video could be hinted at until you can produce one," Olena stated. "You may go now, Griffin."

“What about my end of the deal? Are you going to help me get Sienna or—”

“You have not earned that prize yet. Your failed effort—-stop!” Olena ordered, confusing everyone in Alfie’s hotel room. “I meant the video, Alfredo. That one. Just go back a few seconds.”

Of the three computers replaying each camera footage, Alfie hit pause before rewinding the video back a short bit. He didn't quite know what excited Olena but eventually understood after following her directions to the precise moment on the screen.

“What the hell?” Alfie uttered, peering down at the screen. A person could just be seen in the frame as they stood just inside the main part of the hotel room. The person made only a fleeting appearance of about three seconds. However, the face appeared slightly familiar to the wannabe director.

“Is that an extra guy?” Griffin asked.

“Who is that, Veronica?” Olena demanded.

“Um, I can’t tell…oh, is that Daisy’s brother?”

“Dexter Kirby!” Alfie exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “He’s friends with Aidan Thirlby, so he stops by drama club occasionally.”

“Why is Daisy Kirby’s little brother in my stage show?!” Olena challenged, already fuming over the intrusion. “Show me the camera footage of the entryway.”

"Uh, I didn't set up a camera there. Hey, why would I?" Alfie asked in his defense at the murderous glare the white-haired deviless sent his way.

“Hallway?”

"The hallway?! Are you serious? Was I supposed to use a ladder to put a camera on the ceiling? Hotel security would've shown up and ruined everything in minutes," Alfie argued, unaware that Norah and Dexter had done something similar.

“Dammit, Fewings, can’t you think ahead?” Olena didn’t wait for an answer before turning toward Veronica. “How did that kid get into the room?”

“I-I don’t know,” Veronica replied meekly. “Why would he be in there?”

“Yes, why?” Olena held up a finger to silence everyone while she mulled over that question. Two long minutes passed until she turned toward Griffin. “Those interruptions at your door, who was it?”

“Hmm, let’s see…Stephanie Francy’s brother,” Griffin recalled.

Olena looked at Veronica. In addition to listening to all of Olena's grand schemes, the dark-haired girl's primary responsibility was to know everyone whenever Olena needed to know about them.

“Seth Francy. He’s Dexter’s best friend.”

“Who else?” Olena demanded of Griffin.

“Um, let me think. Oh! RJ Ridge’s sister was another. Not the tall, leggy one, but the younger one with the great pair of–”

“Connection?” Olena queried, cutting off Griffin’s praise of Robin’s bosom.

“Uh, I can’t think of any real connection between Robin and either guy. They are in the same grade,” Veronica pointed out, wilting at Olena’s sigh.

“The same grade? Such fascinating information,” Olena mocked sarcastically before returning to Griffin. “You said there were three?”

"Yeah, the last third was some black kid. Pretty young, too. I'd say junior high school age. Speaking of big tits, he kept asking if my room was the party filled with them. The kid seemed pretty horny and obsessed with tits for his age. Uh, sorry," Griffin apologized after chuckling and noticing Olena's annoyance.

“Excuse me,” Veronica politely interrupted. “I think that could be Sam O’Dell, Delilah’s brother.”

“Delilah? What do the Sugarbees have to do with my plan?” Olena questioned.

“I don’t think they have anything to do with it. Sammy is best friends with Reed Swift,” Veronica added. “Ramsey’s cousin.”

“Ramsey? Daisy? Ramsey and Daisy?” Olena repeated to herself. The implication rang in her head after less than a few seconds. “The Buzzy Bee stumbled onto my plans?”

“Uh, Dexter is on the paper’s staff,” Veronica added.

“Interesting. How did The Buzzy Bee learn about my plan? Who failed me? Alfie? Griffin? Daphne? Veronica?”

“Me?! Maybe Archer or Aubrey didn’t like being blackmailed,” Veronica argued.

“Do you see how this is a problem? I don’t need those two meddling bitches ruining my scheme to take down Whitney for once and all. If Ramsey learns too much, then Whitney will know!”

“Can’t we ask Geoff what the paper knows?” Veronica suggested.

“Geoffrey Inch is a degenerate backstabber. For all I know, he’s a double or triple agent in this! No, this is why your failure to attain Nosy Nectar for me will destroy everything I deserve,” Olena complained bitterly.

“I-I’ve t-tried. N-Nobody has ever figured out who’s behind it,” Veronica stammered.

"Ronnie, compile a list of everyone we have leverage over or who owes me a favor. We're going to do what those Bee fools have never done. We’re going to solve the mystery of Nosy Nectar.”

“Really?” Alfie questioned, risking Olena’s wrath with his doubting tone.

“Yes, really! I want Nosy Nectar, and I want it now!” Olena screamed, stomping her foot in a temper tantrum.