She doesn’t even go here

The visitor pass that the receptionist handed her rests on the large round of her breasts, she never said anything about not going into the buildings themselves, so it should be fine, if someone asks her to leave, she will. She grins, casting her eyes in the nearest building, finance building. Isn’t that one of Erik’s units? Or his degree? Something like that.

So, Maki walks through the inside of the building she can’t help but reminisce about her own time at uni. She dropped out, of course, after only a year, she only wanted to enjoy the parties, ****, and sex that college offered. She grins, it was fuckin’ great. {stm} likes to chastise her for not finishing a measly three year degree, but Maki find’s it hard to care about that. She ended up getting a good job at the local club, obviously. He’s now expanding into a big city and now she’s going to be a co-owner. What does it matter if she didn’t finish her useless business degree? And {stm} knows that, so instead she’s been hounding her on getting a long term partner.

But why the fuck would she want that? Be tied down? What a fucking bore. Though she has to admit, while her birth father is an abandoning piece of shit, Erik’s dad seemed like a good guy until he passed away. Maki sighs as she pins a flyer up on one of the internal notice boards. It doesn’t matter. She’s not meant for a monogamous relationship, it didn’t work for {stm}, Anya struggles to find a man, the only one is Erik, and he’s not directly related to them — it doesn’t count. Maki loves her mom, but she can’t pick a good man — so Maki took it upon herself to make Anya and Erik more confident and free, clearly she worked wonders with Erik, if he is to believed.

Maki had forgotten her headphones, which irked her, playing a major part of her fast pace through the buildings. She passes the door of a classroom and catches a glimpse of a mans bare ass and blonde head, standing between a girls crossed legs, hooked around his back. She smirks, “A girl after my own heart.” She chuckles to herself.

She decides to pause and take a closer look, not a stranger herself to classroom sex she turns around and peers through the window, not really trying to hide, just curious about the kind of girl that would fuck in public. Maybe it’s a girl that would be willing to work at her club.

The blonde man pulls himself out of the girl, “Dammit.” She says to herself, she had missed the actual action, judging by the girls shaking legs, the man steps back and starts to stroke himslf, Maki grins as he steps back and she gets a look at the girls face.

She tilts her head in confusion. Why does she look so familiar? Maki leans away from the window and bites her lip, bringing her thumb to her mouth she chews on the edge of her nail. She doesn’t know anyone here? Is it just someone that looks similar to someone back home?

She peers around again, the couple starting to get dressed, talking to eachother, she gets a better look at the girls face.

Wait, isn’t that…

She opens her phone, eyebrows furrowed, going onto Erik’s socials — the new socials he neglected to tell her and Anya about and her eyes almost bulge out of her head. It’s. The. Same. Fucking Girl.

Maki’s rage boils underneath her skin, this is why she doesn’t believe in relationships! There’s always one party that loves more than the other, and there’s always one that can’t be trusted.

“Fuckin’. Bitch.” She mutters to herself as she stares at the photo on her step brothers social media. Maki’s nails dig into her hand, “Fucking. Cheating. Cunt.” She growls, her knuckles cracking as she digs her fingers into her palm. She could tear that door down right there and smash her face into the desk, but she resists the urge. She doesn’t want to hurt Erik. ‘He’ll get hurt regardless’ she thinks to herself, but she’s going to fuck her over, she’s clearly a cheater, she just needs to do it in front of her, and then she can use that against Vi, she could record it. Maki grins wickedly — the seeds of a plan forming in her brain.

The classroom door opens, Maki turns from the noticeboard towards the sound, smiling sweetly, “Oh! Hi there lovebirds!” It takes all of her willpower to not launch herself at the purple haired girl walking out with the blonde himbo.

Vi is startled, looking at Maki. The world slows down, a big part of Maki’s plan is contingent on the idea that Erik neglected to show Vi photos of her or the family.

Fortunately, Maki knows her step brother well, “Oh hi..” Vi responds, glancing at Max besides her who just stands awkwardly, “Do we know each other? I’ve never seen you around here before.”

Maki shakes her head and saunters up to the couple, “Oh no sorry!” She taps the visitor pass hanging around her neck, “Just doing some advertisin’!” She grabs a flyer and hands it to Vi, “I’m not a student or anything.” She makes a show of looking Vi up and down, licking her lips, “I’m Maki.” She sticks out a hand.

Vi takes her hand delicately, “I’m Vi. This is your club?” She asks curiosuly.

“Yep! Opening soon, you and your boyfriend here can come along.” Maki seethes below the surface, she glances at Max, winking a him as she checks him out, desperately trying not to show her emotions on her face.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Vi freezes, “Well. Y’know. How it is, right? I mean. You’re hot. Just. College lifestyle! Having fun!” Vi scrambles pathetically, all are aware that Maki either heard or saw.

“Mhmm.” Maki smirks, “Don’t worry your pretty little head.” She leans in conspiratorially and whispers, “I had that kind of fun when I went to uni.”

Maki leans back and glances between the two of them, “Well, I reckon you two should still come to my club.” She bites her lip, “The more hotties like you two, the better.”

Max shifts, grinning as his eyes meet her mesmerising golden eyes in reply.

Maki turns to Vi, putting a hand on her own hip she grins, “Seriously. You should come. I think you and I are cut from the same cloth.”

“What makes you say that?” Vi asks warily, cautious on being advertised to so blatantly.

“Obviously,” she gestures between herself and Vi, “We’re both hot as fuck.” She glances at Max, “Your boy here is getting worked up just watching us talk.” Vi looks at Max, eyebrows raised as Max shrugs in confirmation.

“You and I. Soulmates.” Maki winks, “I don’t know about you, but I enjoy company of any genders.”

Vi blushes and relents, folding the flyer and relaxing her posture, “I guess I can think about it.”

“I hope so, first round on me, beautiful.” Maki struggles not to gag.

Vi and Max walk down the hallway, the fake cheery expression dropping the instant they turn, a wicked, hateful scowl taking it’s place.

‘It’s going to feel so good to video you fucking another man. I’m going to fucking ruin you, you’ll break up with Erik, and you’ll go be a whore elsewhere. And if you don’t. I’ll show Erik. I’ll show your rot to him and he’ll leave you. He’s an annoying shit, but he’s my family, step family, whatever. Fucking, Whore.’