Anna gets her answer

Anna smiled down at the phone screen, swiping through Billy’s apps. Just looking to pass the time some more until Billy came to, that was all. But when she opened up his messaging app, she saw something strange.

His most recent text conversation was with an unknown number, not in Billy’s contacts. The most recent message was timestamped from earlier that night, just before Anna had snuck into his room. Curious, Anna opened the conversation, and scrolled through the short message history with this unknown number - where she saw the first two messages it had sent to her older brother.

Unknown: thanks for sparring with me today!

Unknown: can't believe how easy it was to beat u XD

Anna’s heart dropped. Holy shit… Was this it? Was this a direct line of communication with the woman who’d been knocking Billy out recently? Feverishly, her heart hammering in her ears, Anna raced to read through the rest of the conversation, **** to be proven right.

Billy: well i went easy on you based on how our last match went. you did good though!

Unknown: nice try lol. i legitimately OWNED you XD

Anna’s hands were shaking. Whoever this was, they’d clearly fought Billy more than once… And they were clearly having fun dishing out humiliation for recent events…

“Nice try, I legitimately owned you…” Anna muttered to herself.

Was that a response to Billy trying to downplay the apparent sparring loss from today? Or was that a response to Billy’s claim that the previous match had gone in his favor? Anna’s mind raced, trying to piece together the full story. But the next text from Billy was what really set Anna’s mind racing.

Billy: believe what u want, but if u think i'd go 100% against a girl, you're crazy

A girl. A GIRL.

Anna froze. Holy shit. This was it. This was the girl who’d been pounding Billy’s lights out lately. The mystery chick who’d been leaving Anna’s big brother sloppy, woozy, and weak. A girl.

How many times had they fought, Anna wondered? How many times had Billy lost? These last few days, he’d been out of it on numerous occasions… This girl must’ve put her knuckles to his chin somewhat regularly, right?

Anna’s pussy squelched in her panties as she scrolled through the other messages. This was crazy. This was CRAZY! Billy, big bad fucking BILLY, was getting trash-talked by a girl who had apparently “humbled” him in front of his whole club.

Hastily, Anna grabbed her own phone and typed the mystery girl’s number in, adding her as a new contact. Under contact name, Anna simply typed “Better Than Billy”.

Of course, Anna was missing a lot of information. She didn’t know that this girl’s name was Carly. She didn’t know that Carly had only beaten Billy once, and that today was the first time they’d seen each other in ages. Anna didn’t know that Coach Lucy had put Billy’s ass to sleep in the locker room, without even meaning to, that very same day. And Anna still had no idea that Billy had been knocked the fuck out by Karen, in front of a whole crowd of moms, or that he was being **** to do her housework. Anna had no idea that her big brother had essentially become a servant for a bitchy rich milf. Or that it was that very same exhausting housework which had left Billy exhausted, and open for a pummelling from Carly in front of his whole club…

Whether or not Anna would learn any of that later remained to be seen. But for now, the evidence on Billy’s phone made the young woman think that her questions had finally been answered. This girl, with her deliciously humiliating texts to Billy, was the one responsible for his recent state. And she was proud of it. Fuck yes. She was willing to outright HUMILIATE Billy over it.

As much as Anna’s impression of Billy had fallen over the past few weeks, Anna still hadn’t considered the possibility that Billy had been losing to even MORE women than her, Heather, and this mystery girl. The texts may have only referred to two fights between them, despite Billy clearly having lost more than that, but Anna wrote that off as Billy having deleted the past conversations. The number wasn’t saved, and with the humiliating way this girl was talking to him, it was no wonder Billy would try to hide the conversations. Anna had just been lucky to find this one on the very same night it had happened, before Billy got a chance to delete it.

She still had questions. Where were these fights happening? Who was this girl? But now, Anna had a way to get her answers. In fact, she had several ways.

Anna saw that the final message of the conversation was the unknown number suggesting a rematch. Billy hadn’t replied.

Anna stared down at it. Her fingers shook as she considered her options, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. Should she reply with a text from “Billy” to add fuel to the fire? Or maybe she should play the long game, with a private message from Anna’s own number, to set something up in secret? She did really want to meet this chick, whoever she was. Or maybe the best option would be to bide her time, and just see what happened next…