Short Story: I will never forgive you...

After twenty years of no contact, Beverly Carpenter barges back into Stella's life. The girl who bullied her mercilessly in high-school grew into a beautiful woman who... Says that she is sorry? Who says that she would do anything to earn her forgiveness?

Stella does not care, and neither does the black pit at the bottom of her heart. What Stella wants is not to forgive. She wants to see Beverly suffer.

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Doesn't it ever bother you when the 'I got to fuck my bully' stories end up with everybody walking away happy? I don't think it should be that simple...

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Beverly fucking Carpenter was in her office, and she was more beautiful than ever. It was all Stella could do not to scream.

The memories of high school never quite left Stella, always close, always bubbling away in the deep dark recesses of her heart. The bullying, the shame, the constant unending anxiety that was every day of her life... And Beverly always at the center of it, tormenting her and whatever friends Stella managed to hold on to. The girl they all were measured to and found wanting every time. Perfect, skinny, rich, my-dad-is-the-mayor, cheerleading squad, handsome boyfriend and all the other cliches Stella teenage Stella pretended she did not care about.

The demon from her nightmares was here to torture her again. Stella discreetly pinched herself under her desk, just to be sure she was not having another dream. It was real. Stella's heart sunk; Beverly was really there.

Beverly was a vicious beauty as a teen, and she knew it. Every single move she made screamed 'I am better than you, and I will make you suffer for it.' But now? The woman who glided into her office had a serene fucking smile that whispered 'We both know that I am better than you... But that's ok. I will not make a big deal out of it if you don't. That would be so gauche...'

"Hello! I hope I am not interrupting? I am looking for Stella? Owner of Stellar Defense?" The long legged, blue eyed, blonde demon spoke. God fucking damn it, even her voice got sexier somehow.

"Eh?" Stella the owner of Stellar Defense responded as eloquently as she was capable of at this moment.

Beverly smiled placidly as she waited for the sentence to continue. When it did not, her perfect fucking smile slipped, a tiny notch.

"Ahem... My friend Lisa Woodland told me that you've organised a wonderful women's self defence course for her company? Am I at the right... place?" Beverly continued, looking around. "I am looking into organising a similar course for my church group..."

Stella's mind began to slowly spin back into gear. This was about work? Beverly Carpenter came here... To hire her? That would only make sense if... She did not know who Stella was. She felt her body grow numb.

Beverly did not recognise her.

And why would she? Twenty years of hard work reforged Stella into a different woman. She felt at her legs, half expecting to find them round and soft... But no, all muscle. She was not that girl anymore... And even if she was, why would Beverly Carpenter remember some fat little worm she tormented twenty years ago?

Beverly sighed like a higher being suffering lower creature's folly. Her eyes wandered as she waited for Stella to get her shit together. Stella registered the exact moment when the other woman saw the pride flag hanging next to her trophies. The smile tightening, the narrowing of eyes. Yep, looks like good old Beverly still did not like the gays very much. Anger filled Stella, pushing the numbness out.

"I am sorry. I am not interested in working with you. Goodbye," she managed to say.

Beverly tilted her head slightly and said: "Excuse me?"

"My schedule is full. Get out of my office," Stella said. She had many, many fantasies about telling this woman off if she ever met her again... But now, when it came to it? She just felt tired.

"Is this how you treat potential clients?" Beverly huffed "Well, fine then. But you just lost out on a class of nearly thirty women-"

"Good. Get out of my office before I remove you myself."

Beverly reeled back, as if slapped in the face. Stella suspected she was not used to not getting her way. Or maybe it was the implied physical threat... Yes it was probably the threat. Beverly gripped her little purse tighter, and squared her perfect, slender little shoulders.

"Oh, I will leave... And I will tell every single one of the women I know not to ever do business with Stella... Stella" Beverly trailed off, frustrated at not knowing the name of the woman whose business she resolved to ruin. She smiled viciously as she spotted the kickboxing trophies. Three angry little steps put her close enough to read the plaques.

Stella braced herself. Beverly's anger seemed to leak out of her as she read the name. "Stella Sorrentino..."

Beverly stood there, for a silent eternity, her back turned to Stella. She felt relieved. Beverly recognized her... She didn't know what she would do if she didn't. She wanted Beverly to remember her name for the rest of her life... It was only fair.

Slowly, Beverly turned around. Her shoulders stiff as she looked at Stella. Her face awash with emotion Stella never thought she'd see on that perfect face, even in her wildest dreams and fantasies.

Shame.

"O-oh..." Beverly whispered, looking deflated. Stella had never seen a person's demeanor change this quickly. It was amazing.

"Yeah,"

"You... You look different-"

"Yeah. Not a 'fat pig' anymore..." Stella said, greatly enjoying Beverly's flinch at hearing her favourite insult.

Beverly opened her mouth to speak, before closing it, having said nothing. Then she did it again. Then again.

"I- I think I'll see myself out..." Beverly said finally, as she turned around to leave.

Stella felt vaguely disappointed. This was it? Her heart was hammering in her throat, her whole body tense, ready for... Anything. She forced herself to breathe, to calm down. It did not feel right. She'd dreamt of this moment so many times! Beverly did not get to just... Leave.

Except the woman was not leaving. Beverly stopped in front of the door and stood there for a long time; her hand on the knob, shoulders tense. Only the slow movement of her chest letting Stella know that she was alive and breathing.

"I'm- I'm sorry..." Beverly said, her voice barely above a whisper.

What was that?

When Stella did not answer, Beverly turned around and marched towards her desk, looking scared.

"Ahem... Stella. I- I always told myself that if I ever- ever was to speak to you again I would... I would make it right! It was so awful of me to- to- I am not- I am not this kind of person... I've- I've thought about you so- so- I-" Beverly stuttered out before growing silent. She stood there for a good minute, saying nothing, her throat working madly, staring at her. Stella had no clue what to do, so she just waited, watching Beverly.

When the woman spoke again, the unearthly grace was back in her voice: "I would like to apologise for my unacceptable behaviour towards you Stella... It was so unchrist-like... If there's anything I can do to earn your forgiveness, name it."

Stella almost choked on her tongue hearing those words. A flush threatened to spread on her face.

One of Stellas life's greatest shames in life was exactly how often she thought of Beverly "making it up to her." Usually on her knees, Beverly's head between Stella's legs, using her mouth to atone. She'd spent so many sleepless nights , back in high-school, impotently raging, fantasizing of all the ways she would get revenge one day. When did those dreams turn sexual? Stella could not quite recall...

But even after she graduated, Beverly never quite left her. She grew alongside Stella, always there in her fantasies and nightmares. Her's was the face Stella saw when fucking other women, and when she needed motivation to finish a tough workout. Her god damned evil north star.

And here she was now, reenacting Stella's favourite sexual fantasy. She felt herself get wet in an almost pavlovian response. It took all Stella had not to start staring openly at the womans breasts.

"There is nothing... There is nothing you can do Beverly. Now get out. I have a busy day ahead of me." It wasn't quite true, but Stella did not trust herself around this woman right now.

"How about later? I could come back in the evening? I mean it Stella, I want to make things right between us." Beverly said, sounding oddly... Earnest.

If Stella did not know any better she would actually believe that the woman in front of her meant her words. Make things right? Stella almost laughed in Beverly's face. Nothing would ever make things right.

"Hey, I always wondered... Who was it that kept spray painting 'Dyke' on my car in the senior year?"

Beverly flushed slightly, but her serene fucking smile did not change one bit. "I did it."

"You? Not Adam? Not the boys?"

"No, it was me... Every time," Beverly said, her eyes not leaving Stella's.

Stella sat back, and looked at the woman for a long time, taking her sudden intensity in. There was something there in her eyes... Something desperate. Finally Stella came to a decision.

"Come back this evening. Eight pm."

***

Stella cancelled all of her classes and appointments for the rest of the day and went home. She needed to prepare herself.

She believed herself to be a good person. The kind of person who gave to charity and put the cart back into the corrall after shopping. She treated others with kindness, because she knew how it felt to be given none. Hell, she even believed in forgiveness. Over the years she'd run into some of the kids who bullied her, and every time she found it in herself to forgive them.

They were just kids after all. Who didn't do stupid shit when they were young? And how many of the bullies just acted out their awful home lives? Stella was lucky to have a family as warm and accepting as hers. Not everybody had that.

Beverly Carpenter was the exception. When she looked inside of herself for forgiveness, she found only a black pit of... Something ugly. She did not want to forgive her, she wanted her to suffer; to see her crawling on the ground begging and being given nothing in return. She wanted her to feel exactly the way Stella felt when they were in high school. Scared, pathetic and ugly.

As she stood in front of the mirror, putting on makeup, she felt her resolve harden: tonight, she was going to make Beverly Carpenter suffer. She would do anything, short of criminal, to make it so. And Beverly gave her a perfect opening.

The woman in the mirror smiled a vicious smile, her lips red and full. Long, black curly hair, cascading over strong shoulders. Wine colored turtleneck stretched nicely over her full figure; every hard earned muscle visible. The black skirt hugged her ass and thick thighs deliciously. Dark stockings and black high heels finished the outfit. She wanted to be as tall as possible, when she stood over what was left of Beverly.

And if there was a part of her that could not let go of the image of Beverly on her knees, eating her pussy? That was irrelevant. This was not what tonight was about... It was about righteous vengeance.

***

It was 08:05 pm and Stella was beginning to feel righteous vengeance slowly leak out of her. The bitch was not coming. She stood in her office, looking out on the car park, waiting for the last thirty minutes and for what? She was, once again, alone on a friday night while Beverly probably gallivanted around town with some man... Whatever she said to Stella already forgotten.

My, it was High-School all over again...

Stella was about to go home, when an honest to god, pink BMW pulled into a parking spot in front of her gym. Was this woman seriously driving this monster around?! Beverly got out, looking resolved. Gone was the everyday beauty from earlier today. This version of Beverly was ready for anything. Her hair styled in an intricate french twist that Stella had no hope of ever pulling off. Stylish coat, thrown over a white blouse and beige skirt combo. Pale stockings and white pumps completed the outfit. All of them designer, Stella was certain. All of them fit perfectly.

The gentle knock on the door let Stella know it was go time. She looked around her tiny little office, little more than a box with a couch, desk and some trophies. But it was her box! She owned it and the whole god-damned building! She worked hard for years, sacrificed so much. She wasn't given anything because her daddy was rich. This was her territory... She dimmed the lights, and sat on the couch, her legs crossed. She made sure to arrange herself as casually as she could, before she called:

"Come in!"

Beverly sauntered in like she owned the place, faltering only slightly when she saw Stella. Her eyes widened, as she took in her thick legs and arms. Earlier today, Stella wore baggy clothes... Now she was showing off. Stella allowed a smirk to grace her face, but she stayed silent.

"Oh! I'm sorry, am I late?" Beverly spoke with a cute smile. She looked so goddamned adorable that Stella wanted to rear-naked-choke her ass until she felt life drain from her body.

"Yes," Stella said instead of doing that.

Beverly stood there, perhaps waiting for Stella to do her part of the small talk. Stella enjoyed the silence as it stretched. Beverly broke first.

"Ahem... You may not believe me, and I would understand why, but I spent a long, long time thinking about what I would do if I ever met you again... I honestly thought about reaching out but I did not know if you would remember me..."

Stella could not help but laugh. She would never forget Beverly. She would be on her deathbed, her own name gone from her mind, but she would remember Beverly's. She would take Beverly's name with her straight down to hell when it was her time.

"I am serious! Look... I was a horrible, horrible bitch to you and others in High-School... And I am sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am..." Beverly said, her hands tight on her purse, her face a perfect picture of contrition. "I was dealing with some... Self image issues back then and I, unfairly, took them out on you-"

"I don't care about your sad fucking backstory," Stella interrupted her.

Beverly jolted, looking incredulous. Stella smiled wider seeing that.

"You- you don't care... Of course... Why would you care?" Beverly whispered, more to herself than Stella. She shook her head and tried again: "Ahem... You seem like a practical woman... I want to give to charity... Any-" Beverly paused briefly, eyeing the pride flag, before continuing: "Any charity of your choosing-"

"I don't want your daddy's money," Stella spoke sharply. "Or your husbands."

Beverly's pink lips tightened into a thin line. She said nothing, as she slowly breathed in and out. She was beginning to look frustrated, making Stella's black heart leap for joy.

"In that case... Let me tell you how... Wretched I've felt every day since High-School ended. A day does not go by when I don't wish I could take back all of the awful things I've said and did... Look, I believe in kindness and- and forgiveness... In Christ... I also believe that you need to back up thoughts with deeds, otherwise they're just-"

"Get on your hands and knees and bark like a dog," Stella said, not able to restrain herself. She was not here to listen to this drivel any longer.

Beverly's response was, for the most part, to just blink and sputter: "W-what? What? Excuse me?"

"Get on your hands and knees, and bark like a dog for me Beverly. That's what I want," Stella said slowly, as if she was speaking to a child.

Beverly stared at her confused. A hint of disgust touched her perfect fucking features. "You- you are not serious."

"I am. I don't want your apologies, or your money or your sad fucking life's story. You want to back up your words? Great! I want to see you on your knees barking like a bitch..."

Over the next twenty seconds, Beverly's face told a story of her changing emotions. Confusion changing into irritation, growing into anger which then, oh so slowly, eased into resignation.

"You just want..." Beverly said slowly, each word quieter than the last. "I am here to be humiliated? Is that what you want… Really?"

"Yes," She answered, enjoying the sight of Beverly's heart breaking. She really thought Stella would just... Forgive her? Because she said she's sorry? How stupid was this woman?

Beverly stood there, for a very long time, her eyes boring into Stella's. This was the deciding moment. The Beverly she knew, the teenage psychopath, would never back down if she truly wanted something. Was this woman still like that? How far would she go in her supposed 'quest for forgiveness'?

The psycho in question, nodded to herself and - with unbearable slowness - took off her coat before neatly placing it on Stella's desk.

"If that's what it takes..." Beverly said, her voice firm. Stella almost felt bad for her. She actually thought she could earn forgiveness.

And then... Boy oh boy, sometimes dreams do come true! It was the greatest joy of Stella's life to see Beverly Carpenter get on her knees in front of her; face full of resolve, never taking her eyes off of Stella. Then a moment she would remember forever: Beverly opened her perfect pink little mouth and barked loudly. Her full breasts shaking with the force of it.

Beverly's white blouse was awfully tight around her chest, testing Stella's resolve to keep this situation from becoming sexual. But she held strong, focusing on the misery on Beverly's face. Stella leaned back on the couch and settled in for the show.

"Good girl! Now do it again. Keep barking until I tell you to stop."

Beverly swallowed hard and barked again, louder this time. She kept doing it again and again, varying in pitch and intensity, embarrassment growing on her face. At first, her back was straight, her head held high, but it lowered with each bark. She looked at Stella with incredulity, the longer it went on. Stella just smiled at her, enjoying the show.

It was becoming more and more difficult not to look at Beverly's breasts. The flush on her face was... Delightful... It looked almost like arousal. Almost... Stella felt the lines in her mind blurring, but she reminded herself: This was about humiliation! Revenge!

"Ahem... Beverly? I said 'hands and knees'. Dog's don't stand on two legs," Stella said, unable to hide her laugh. The woman flushed even harder, as she looked down at her arms, stiff at her sides. Then, she closed her eyes and went down on all fours.

"Good girl... Now, enough barking. Look at me..." Stella spoke sharply.

Beverly looked up at Stella, her mouth slightly parted. She looked delightfully embarrassed and anxious. Her eyes were dark, pupils wide. Was it fear, or something else? Stella considered for a moment, how far she wanted to take this, and decided to go the distance. She stood up, making Beverly jump a bit, and went to her desk.

She found what she was looking for in the top drawer. She brought it from home, in a moment wild optimism combined with mad genius. She raised it up, for Beverly to see. The woman's eyes bulged out, when she saw the dog collar and a leash.

"Now, let's go for a walk girl!" Stella said, looking down on her little doggie.

"Stella... I-" Beverly choked out, staring at the collar. "Is this really... Necessary? If we could just talk-"

"Dogs can't speak," Stella spoke sharply. "Now, let's see if it fits!"

Beverly's mouth was a thin grim line as Stella put the collar on her. She kept glancing from Stella to the door. Did she consider leaving? Or did she think that she was going to take her outside? Even Stella wasn't crazy enough to do that. She almost reassured Beverly, but stopped herself. No mercy.

The collar fit, better than she could ever imagine. It was thin, cute and pink. It made Beverly's already long and elegant neck look even more beautiful. Beverly stared at the lead, her expression a sight to behold. Were those tears she saw in her eyes? If only Stella was so lucky.

"Alright girl! Let's go! Do you wanna go?" She bent over and asked Beverly with a wide grin! "Do you wanna go, girl? Answer me Beverly!"

"Y-yes?" The other woman spoke, her voice breaking.

Stella's answer was to tug at the leash, forcing Beverly to follow behind her. She took her on a short circuit around her office, aiming to finish at the front door. It was not possible for a human to crawl on the ground while looking dignified, but Beverly made a good attempt at it. Her pert little ass swayed with each step she took closer to the doors, inviting Stella to grab it. She barely stopped herself. Stella could feel Beverly pull back at the leash, more and more, the closer they got to the door; her expression growing more panicked, but she still went along. It was almost impressive.

Stella put one hand on the door handle; the other tugged at Beverly's leash, forcing her to come closer. She saw the exact moment when the woman resigned herself to going outside; grim determination mixing with terrible shame fighting on her face. Strands of long blonde hair that escaped her updo framing her face in the dim light of the office. Stella felt strong twin urges: to kiss the woman and to yank her hair until she cried.

"Ready to go?" She said, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she saw Beverly's breathing speed up. Real panic in her eyes.

"Y-yes... I'm ready," the woman choked out, through tears in her eyes.

Really? She was willing to go out, in public, on a god-damned dog leash for a long shot at earning a scrap of forgiveness? Stella was almost impressed. For a brief moment, Stella allowed herself to believe that the woman meant her apology. A small tendril of guilt sneaked itself inside Stella. She shook her head, hard.

"Hey, Beverly, was it you who stole all of my clothes after gym class that one time?"

Beverly looked at the door "It- it was Adam..."

"Hmm... Really? And who gave him the idea to do it?"

Beverly closed her eyes, resigned. "Me."

Stella thought back to that day. The shame she felt as she begged her classmates to go to the teacher, and betrayal as they all refused. Beverly's smug face as she enjoyed her panic. Then, having to go out, in her underwear to try and find a teacher to help. There! No more guilt.

She smiled as she slowly turned the handle, savoring Beverly's panic. Then, the absolute misery as she began opening the door... Oh, if only.

"Just kidding! I would not take you outside like this... I don't want to be seen with a dog this weird," she said easily. Beverly almost collapsed on the ground in relief.

Stella did not let her rest, she dragged her along towards the desk.

"Alright, enough lazing around girl! Heel!" Stella said, as she slapped her right hip.

Beverly, in a display of obedience that made Stella's clit pulse, crawled towards her, and sat by her leg. Her eyes were full of tears as she looked up at Stella. A perfect picture of shame and misery.

"Having fun, girl? I am."

Beverly's face twisted into a visage of perfect outrage and incredulity. "No! This is- this is humiliating! As I am sure you are aware!"

"Really? I thought we were having fun!"

"You- I-" Beverly choked on her words. It took deliberate slow breathing for her to be able to continue "I am happy... That you're enjoying this."

Now, this just would not do. Gracious Beverly made for an unhappy Stella.

"You look really good in a dog collar by the way. Very sexy," Stella said, then she winked at her little doggy.

Beverly flushed bright red and stiffened, suddenly unable to look Stella in the eye. Her reaction was so adorable, it was all Stella had in her, not to jump the woman then and there.

The certain evil part of Stella considered the idea more and more. How far was Beverly willing to go? Stella knew herself well enough to understand that when it came to this woman she was not exactly reasonable. She promised herself that this evening was not sexual but... The black pit inside of her was hungry, and Beverly looked delicious.

"What do you think I should do to you, Beverly?" Stella asked her, her voice hoarse.

Beverly twitched, and forced herself to look back at Stella. Her eyes dark, her pupils huge, skin flushed. Stella almost allowed herself to believe that she was as aroused as her, but knew it was just delusion. This was a straight girl, who wanted to be punished to make herself feel like she wasn't a piece of trash.

"I... Don't know..." Beverly whispered.

Stella licked her lips, suddenly feeling thirsty. She had a bunch of ideas for humiliating things Beverly could do, mostly inane bullshit... But now? All of those felt childish... She wanted to- she wanted to-

"You know, Beverly... I've always... Thought that you were hot. Did you know that?" Stella spoke, without thinking.

Beverly's eyes widened, surprise clear on her face. "O-oh... I-... Oh..."

"Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"I... It's... Fine," Beverly answered, not looking at Stella.

"Really? Not at all? What If... I told you that I... Thought about sucking on your nipples? Many, many times?"

Beverly's mouth formed a perfect little O as she stared at Stella. She did not know what demon posessed her to say this, but she loved the expression, so she continued.

"Yeah... I did. Can you imagine that? My tongue on your nipples as I... Finger you until you come... Over and over. I have thought about that so many times. And I guarantee that many other women thought about it too... You being as cute as you are..."

Stella waited for the disgust to blossom on Beverly's face but... It did not. She just stared at her, looking flushed. Her eyes were wide and dark... Waiting. She'd seen eyes like that before, many times. On women who enjoyed being told what to do. Eyes that promised obedience, no matter what.

Those eyes were what did Stella in.

"Beverly... Take off your blouse," Stella heard herself say. Shame filled her anew, but she ignored it. This was Beverly fucking Carpenter.

She watched Beverly as she flinched, hearing the order. Her dainty fists tensing on her lap, pulling at the fabric of her skirt. The woman looked away from Stella, her expression pained. Well this is it then. She took it too far... She just had to- A trembling hand rose to the topmost button of Beverly's blouse. She fumbled with it twice, before managing it.

Beverly's collarbone was, predictably, perfect, especially when framed by the pink dog collar. Stella felt her legs go weak when Beverly let another button lose; she would have fallen over if not for the desk she leaned on. The white blouse opened, button by button, revealing pale skin between Beverly's breasts, the white bra holding them, her flat belly.

In a few jerky moves, Beverly shook off the blouse, struggling a bit with the sleeves. There was no grace left in her movements. What little of her face Stella could see was crimson.

"Beverly... Look at me," Stella said.

Beverly took her time looking up. Stella gasped, any resolve she had left crumbled, the black void within her swallowed it all. All that was left was her lust and anger. And the woman she was going to take it out on.

The woman kneeling in front of her was a beautiful mess. Her hair, escaping the french twist, fell on her slender shoulders. Stella expected her to hide, but she did not, her chest pushed out, posture perfect as usual. Lacy white bra straps dug slightly into the skin of her shoulder, framing her cleavage, drawing Stella's eyes in. But it was Beverly's face that she enjoyed the most.

Beverly looked up at her, with tears in her eyes, shivering slightly. Was it cold or fear? Or lust, whispered the black void in her heart... Maybe she wanted it as much as Stella did?

"Penny for your thoughts Beverly... You've been awfully quiet."

The other woman looked at her, something sad passing through her expression.

"Just... Thinking about the past," Beverly whispered.

"Really? Am I not giving you enough to think about in the present? Maybe I should step it up..." Stella purred back.

"I... Think you should do what you... What you want to do..."

Well this was all the permission she needed. Before she could think herself out of it, Stella set on a course of action. She kicked off one of her heels, and lifted her left foot to Beverly's chest. The black stockings contrasted violently with Beverly's pale skin as she pressed her toes into the other woman's collarbone.

Beverly's surprised yelp and a jump was music to Stella's ears. The look of incredulity she shot her she would treasure for the rest of her life.

"What- What are you doing?!" Beverly demanded. Some of her earlier confidence flooded back into her voice.

"Just playing with my doggy..." Stella said, as she tugged on Beverly's leash forcing her to shuffle a bit closer.

Stella continued exploring Beverly's chest with her foot. She traced a line from the pit of her neck, to her sternum and veered off to the left sliding her foot under the heavy breast. Beverly’s squeak as she lifted it with her foot was amazing. Stella spent some time playing with the other woman, finding out what made her squirm. The breasts were a big one, but so were the armpits. Turns out she was sensitive there and around her neck. Stella filed that information for later use.

Beverly's expression grew more and more defiant as the game went on. She glanced back and forth between Stella's face and her foot, looking incredulous. Like she was above being stepped on! The doors were right there if she didn't want to play anymore!

"Open your mouth Beverly," Stella demanded.

"What... Are you going to do?"

"Me? Not much. But you will suck on my toes for me like a good girl..." Stella said with the brightest smile she could muster.

Beverly's response was to gasp and stare at her, uncomprehending. Then, the dawning understanding turning into delicious shame. Beverly turned to her left, and looked at her blouse on the floor. Stella traced her gaze to the coat, then to the door.

"Alright..." Beverly whispered, her voice hoarse. Then, a sight Stella would never forget. Beverly leaning in closer and opening her mouth wide, waiting for her.

She almost tackled the woman, but she restrained herself. This was happening. For whatever foolish reason Beverly was not going to stop her. She would do everything and anything Stella wanted. She almost pinched herself again.

Instead, she lifted her foot from Beverly's chest and pressed the toes against her cheek, eliciting an undignified squeal. The angry confused look Beverly shot her was worth it.

"Whoops, sorry! Bad aim... Open wide!"

Stella giggled, as she pressed her foot against Beverly's now closed mouth. The woman looked up at her with frustration, before slowly opening her mouth. Stella slid her stocking clad foot into Beverly's waiting mouth with a sigh. To her surprise, the woman licked the toes immediately, her lips locking around the knuckles without needing to be told to. Stella moaned at the sensation.

She did not think she had a foot fetish, but she loved seeing women do this to her. Now that she thought about it, every single woman she made to suck her foot was a blonde. She should probably bring it up with her therapist.

Beverly's eyes were closed as she swirled her tongue eagerly over Stella's foot, soaking the stocking with her saliva. Her breath hot and fast between the toes... Stella imagined the woman savoring the taste and shivered.

"Good girl..." she moaned. "Why don't you... Moan for me a bit... Show me how much you like it..."

Beverly did so, after a slight pause. Her first moans were quiet, uncertain, but she grew more confident quickly. She moaned long and deep, as she sucked Stella's big toe in and out of her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth.

Stella let the woman do so for a while, enjoying the way her moans made her foot vibrate and tingle, before she pulled it out of Beverly's mouth without warning. The other woman gasped and leaned in further, trying to recapture the foot before realizing what she'd done and blushing even harder. A string of saliva connecting her lips to the toe glistened in the dim light of the office. Stella almost came seeing it. Instead, she straightened her foot and presented the arch to Beverly.

"Kiss it..."

The woman did so, her lips impossibly.

"Lick it..."

She did, her eyes focused on her task, her hot tongue leaving a trail of cooling saliva all over Stella's arch.

"Higher... Go up."

Beverly did so after a slight pause, licking along Stella's ankle, then up the side of her thick calf. Her lips and tongue marking a path up with kisses and licks. She paused around the knee, unsure what to do.

"I did not tell you to stop Beverly," Stella purred, enjoying the view. Enjoying what was to come soon.

"I... Your skirt is in the way," Beverly whispered, not looking her in the eye.

Stella sighed and hiked up her skirt, exposing her thigh and black lingerie. Then, in a fit of lustful confidence, she hooked her thumbs under her panties and rolled them down, revealing her wet pussy.

She stubbornly refused to trim herself earlier today. Insisting that this evening was not about sex... As a result the situation downstairs was a bit wild. Oh well...

Beverly stared at it, her face a mixture of fear and something else. Something that on any other woman's face Stela would know to be lust. But on Beverly's? Stella did not know and the black pit inside her did not care.

She made a show of rolling down her panties and stepping out of them. Beverly drank in each and every motion silently. When Stella was done, she leaned back on the desk and spread her legs wide, presenting herself to the woman kneeling before her. Beverly remained motionless.

"Well? Keep going Beverly..."

Beverly did not stop watching Stella's pussy as she stuttered "I- I- I can't- I-"

"Beverly... Why are you still here?" Stella asked.

The woman bit her lip, sending a spike of arousal through Stella.

"I... I don't know..."

Stella sighed, taking the trembling woman in. She looked flushed and uncertain. Any shreds of dignity left blown to the wind. The most beautiful woman she'd ever known kneeling between her legs ready to do whatever Stella wanted... She just needed a little push. A gentle tug on the leash was enough. Beverly let out a quiet whimper as she realized what was happening, but she did not resist. She let herself be led.

Right between Stella's thighs, her nose almost touching her clit. So close that Stella could feel her trembling breath on her opening. Beverly's pink lips were parted, moist, her nostrils flaring. She's smelling me, Stella realized, desire nearly flooring her.

And yet Beverly remained motionless. Why wasn't she doing it?

"Beverly..."

The woman looked up, meeting her eyes. She was a vision of shame and apprehension. And yet she was still here... Why?

"Do it," Stella demanded in a tone that brokered no negotiation.

Beverly simply nodded, and then, slowly, lowered her face to Stella's crotch. She opened her mouth, her breath hot on Stella's clit and then- her tongue, soft and wet pressed against her, making Stella shiver.

She was so timid, Stella almost screamed. Licking around her lips slowly and gently, then tracing a circle around her opening. Beverly's eyes were closed, her brows furrowed, intense.

"Harder... More pressure..." Stella groaned, pushing her hips out.

Beverly whimpered, but she did what she was told, her tongue and lips pressing firmly against Stella's aching pussy. It felt amazing, even these unskilled explorations. Stella tried to hold back her moans, to maintain some sort of facade of strength, but it was impossible. Beverly teased one after another out of her, quickly growing in confidence.

Stella caught Beverly glancing up at her, looking... She had no idea what she looked like. Eager? Obedient? Happy to please? Either way, she was getting into it, now licking in earnest, exploring Stella, her eyes shining with each moan she brought out.

She dug in, licking, and kissing Stella's pussy with ferocity she did not expect. She was not skilled by any means, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through Stella, making her feel weak. She wanted more!

Stella reached out and put her free hand on the woman's head, directing her efforts. Beverly froze upon the contact, but understood quickly, licking and where Stella wanted her too.

"Thaaat's right Beverley... Like this... Perfect", Stella purred, only emboldening Beverly.

Her hands, at first held timidly by her sides, rose to caress Stella's thighs. One sliding under, gently exploring her right butcheek. Stella shifted allowing the woman access, who took it greedily, kneading and caressing in earnest.

And all the while licking deep, where Stella directed her. Beverly's nose pressed into her clit as her tongue pushed deep into Stella's opening. She could feel the orgasm building, fast approaching. All the thoughts of teasing Beverly were gone. She wanted to come, and she wanted it now.

One tug at Beverly's hair brought her lips to Stella's clit. When she began licking it, circling her tongue around it Stella moaned loudly. It felt amazing, but it was not what she wanted. She pulled at Beverly's hair again and groaned.

"Suck it!"

The other woman groaned hearing those words, something animalistic flashing behind her eyes. The sensation of Beverly fucking Carpenter sucking her clit into her mouth was too much for Stella. She screamed as the orgasm took her. Her hand gripping Beverly's hair tightened, pressing the woman deeper into her pussy. Beverly, god bless her, did not stop what she was doing. She kept sucking her clit in and out of her mouth, teasing it with her tongue while watching Stella hungrily. Her eyes wide and wild.

"Fuck! Yes! Like this! Yes! Keep- keep it up!" Stella groaned out as she ground her hips into Beverly's face, who moaned happily in response. Stella's vision narrowed as every single part of her body exploded in ecstasy. The world shrinking to Beverly's beautiful blue eyes and wonderfully eager mouth.

And then it was over, and she laid back on her work desk, panting for breath. It was the best orgasm she'd ever had before. And it was the work of Beverly Carpenter. Stella laughed deep, not fully believing she was awake. If this was a dream she did not want to wake up. She pulled at Beverly's hair, stopping her mouth from bothering her oversensitive clit.

"Enough... Jesus Christ, enough..." She breathed out.

Beverly stopped, obedient as ever, but said nothing. Stella could feel her hot breath on her pussy; heard and heavy. She raised herself up, back to the semi standing position, and looked down.

Beverly looked dazed; her eyes glazed over, filled with unshed tears. Her makeup was a mess, smeared all over. Long blonde hair almost entirely free of the complex updo. Her chin smeared with Stella's juices, a long thick strand connecting her mouth to the clit. It broke, when Beverly licked her lips.

When she noticed Stella looking at her, she turned away, hiding her face, her shame evident. Stella felt a pang of something like guilt. The orgasm having chased away some of her anger... For now.

She adjusted herself while studying Beverly, who remained silent. She said nothing as Stella knelt next to her and began to, gently, unbutton her skirt. She shifted her weight slightly, allowing her dress to slide off easier. Stella smirked, she couldn't even look at me, but she wanted more?

When the dress hit the floor, Beverly tensed. She was almost naked before Stella, only lacey white lingerie remained; roses playing along the edges of the delicate pale garter belt and stockings. Beverly's hand shot out jerkily, to cover her panties before Stella managed to get a good look. Well, we can't have that...

"Beverly. Take your hand away," Stella whispered into the other woman's ear.

Beverly whimpered, before slowly acquiescing. Stella reached down, to confirm what she already suspected. The panties were soaked through. Beverly was dripping wet.

"Wow... All this, just from eating my pussy? My, ms Beverly... My, oh my," Stella purred, enjoying the look of horror and shame on Beverly's face.

"I- I don't- I-" The woman stammered out.

"Have you ever been with a woman Beverly?"

Beverly's response was a loud, bitter laugh. She closed her eyes and tried to turn away, but Stella's hand grabbing her shoulder prevented her. She squirmed for a while, before giving up.

"I've... Never... no," she finally said, sounding defeated.

"Have you ever... Thought about it?"

Beverly did not answer for a long while. When she did, Stella barely heard the words "Every day... Since I was sixteen..."

Well, that would explain some things. It did not excuse anything Beverly did... But at least now Stella knew. It did not make her feel any better about the past though... In fact, it made her feel a whole lot worse.

Actually, she felt pissed off.

She pressed down on Beverly's shoulder, toppling her over. She went down with a squawk, looking outraged. She tried to get up, but Stella's hand pressed down on her sternum, pinning her in place. With her other hand she reached into Beverly's panties and rubbed between the folds of her pussy roughly. Whatever Beverly was going to say choked out, turning into a moan.

"Oh boohoo, poor little fucking queer girl couldn't take the shame? Had to take it out on others?" Stella mocked.

"N-no I-" Beverly moaned. "Don't call me-"

Stella pushed two fingers inside Beverly, cutting off her ability to speak. She was so wet that Stella began pumping her fingers in and out without a care. Beverly bucked her hips hard, making Stella think she was fighting her, but no... She was adjusting herself for better access. Stella obliged, pushing a third finger in.

Beverly threw her head back and moaned, her eyes squeezed shut, tears rolling down her cheeks. She groaned like an animal.

"What else am I supposed to call you? This is not exactly straight behavior!" Stella laughed as she curled her fingers, pushing them into Stella's g-spot.

Beverly's pussy clenched around Stella's pumping fingers as she screamed. She came hard and loud, her hands digging into the carpet, head thrown back, hips bucking wildly, her white pumps sliding all over the floor, trying to find parchuse. Stella drank the sight in, the black void taking most of it in. This was better than any of the fantasies she'd ever had.

Before long Beverly's moans ceased, evening out into heaving gasps. Stella let go of her chest and slowed down her fingers, but did not stop. She enjoyed the sensation of pushing in and out of Beverly's too much. She knew that Beverly fully came to, when her eyes met hers again. Delight and shame dancing a jig inside.

"Hey dyke! How'd you like getting fingered?" Stella asked.

Beverly tried to look serious, but Stella's fingers made it difficult for her. "Don't- don't say that-"

"Why? Dyke? I thought it was your favourite word."

"I- I hate it! I-" Beverly groaned, frustrated. She threw her head to the side, not looking at her "I am sorry! Stella! I really am!"

Stella sneaked her hand into Beverly's hair and grabbed what was left of her updo. She twisted it hard, Forcing Beverly's to face her again. All the while, increasing the speed of her fingers pushing in and out of her pussy. The woman's eyes fluttered shut, as she groaned.

"Say it again, dyke," Stella demanded, as she leaned closer to Beverly's breasts, which looked rather delicious to her right now.

"Wha-"

"Say you're sorry!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Keep saying it!" Stella growled right before she bit into Beverly's white bra and yanked it aside, releasing one of her full breasts. The nipple was, predictably, exactly the kind she loved: thick and surrounded by a large pink areola. It tasted like sweat and desperation.

"A-aaah! I am sorry! I am fucking sorry!" Beverly yelled, pain and pleasure mixing in her hoarse voice "Fuck! Stella! I am so- so sorry! I am sorry!"

She kept yelling it over and over, between moans and groans, in rhythm to Stella's fingers pushing deeper and deeper inside her; Her tongue flicking over her nipple.

"Every day I- I wanted to find you! I wanted to-"

Beverly screamed as Stella bit down on her nipple hard. Her words lost all coherence, becoming a rhythmic undulating moan. The Second orgasm made her thrash wildly, forcing Stella to lay down on her, using her weight to keep Beverly in place as she fingered her through it.

Stella thought about nothing in particular, as she enjoyed Beverly's scent, and the taste of her nipple. The woman took a long time to compose herself. Eventually her breathing became more controlled, her gasps sounding less like crying. Stella slowly pulled out her fingers out of Beverly, being rewarded with a muffled groan. She raised herself on one arm to look at her.

Tears rolled down her cheeks freely, but she did not look so miserable anymore. Beverly gazed right back at Stella, some of her serenity returning, but earnest this time, nothing like her previous controlled grace. She looked content, a beautiful mess; her hair wild, makeup smeared all over, her mascara a horror story. And yet she looked happy.

Two orgasms back to back will do that to a gall, Stella figured. But it was more than that: there was a new certainty in there now. Beverly Carpenter came to a decision, and it lifted some weight from her shoulders. She opened her heavenly lips and spoke gently.

"Stella... I am really... Happy that I found you again... I know that... It may not matter to you, but I really am s-"

Stella pushed her wet fingers inside Beverly's mouth roughly, making the other woman squawk. Her serene fucking smile wiped off her perfect face. Stella laughed, loud and cruel.

"Whatever dyke. How do you like your pussy juices tasting? Eh?" She said as she pushed her hand in deeper, making Beverly gag. She tried to spit the fingers out, but Stella did not make it easy for her. The resulting tussle lasted for a good ten seconds before Beverly managed to shake Stella off.

"What- What is wrong with you?!?" She spat. "Are you insane! I- I've been trying to talk this whole evening and you just-"

"My therapist says I have some unresolved anger issues, but who knows!"

"Maybe you need a better therapist because it's clearly not working!" Beverly huffed, looking very silly with the pink dog collar around her neck.

Instead of answering, Stella just tugged at the leash hard, making Beverly fall flat on her face. The woman sputtered and tried to right herself, but Stella kept pushing her down onto the floor laughing all the while. Beverly was so small and weak, she had no hope to fight back. With surprise, Stella realized that Beverly was much shorter than she was... Odd. In her dreams she was taller, always towering above her... Finally Beverly gave up and rolled onto her back, her hands crossed over her lovely chest.

"You know, I felt really bad for you for years! What the hell did I do to this poor girl, I thought! Well now I know you're an asshole!"

"Takes one to know one, bitch!"

Beverly rolled her eyes in that special way only known to very beautiful women. She sat up, out of Stella's reach and tried to get her hair out of her face with stiff jerky motions.

"Stella... Please! I am serious... In high-school... I was scared of... You know. I took it out on you... " She looked up, trying to steady herself. "It... Haunts me. Stella... Is there any way that you'd... Ever..." She trailed off looking away awkwardly.

The uncanny angel was gone. In her stead, there was just a messed up woman sitting in front of her, looking sad.

In that moment Stella believed her fully. The woman before her... For whatever reason, did regret what she did. Hell, she was more than sorry, she was willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to Stella. Twenty years of fantasies and regrets crystalised into one perfect evening. Exactly what she always wanted, Beverly Carpenter crawling before her, begging for forgiveness.

And it was not enough.

Not even close Stella realized, feeling tired. She believed Beverly... Yeah, why not? And if she tried being honest, she felt bad for her. Being in the closet was it's own kind of hell.

But it was not enough, not nearly. Not next to the yawning pit of despair Stella had been living with for her whole adult life. Some cruelties can not be forgiven just because of one fun evening together. Her anger rose, just thinking about the absurdity of it all. Forgiveness?! What was that?

"I... It's not enough," Stella managed to say, through her anger. "I can't just... No."

Beverly simply nodded in response, her eyes sad. Stella was grateful that she did not press it.

"Well... Thank you anyway... I don't think that I would have ever..." Beverly trailed off before laughing. "I am kind of a coward, you know..."

She said nothing in response. Beverly deserved nothing from her, the black pit whispered. Beverly paled seeing Stella's expression. Whatever it was she saw there told her that the evening was over. She was fully clothed and out of the door in two minutes flat, leaving Stella alone with her thoughts.

It wasn't until later that night when she realized that Beverly, in her rush to leave, took the leash and collar with her.

***

In the following week, Stella spent a lot of time thinking about the past and future. About Beverly fucking Carpenter and all the other lowlifes that made her who she was now. She wondered who she would be if Beverley never made herself a part of her life.

Stella thought about the black pit at the bottom of her soul. It hadn't always been a part of her. She wondered now, how it would be to live without it. Could she? She used to think that it was an intrinsic part of her, but now, she could feel it's edges. It did not need to be there.

She also masturbated furiously, and frequently, but that was neither here nor there. The events of the evening with Beverly would carry her sexual fantasies for the rest of her life, her house already filling up with various pet play related items she ordered online.

Also, she finally admitted to herself that she had a foot fetish. Life was too short for shame. She wondered how Beverly's feet looked like. She should have made her take off her pumps and look. Damn it.

It's been seven days since Beverly barged back into her life. Stella stayed late in her office, browsing certain websites; a galore of women flashing their slutty feet at her, when a gentle knock sounded on her office doors. She closed the laptop quickly, trying to ignore the irony of a creep teaching women how to fight off creeps.

"Yeah?" She called, hoping she did not sound as horny as she felt.

"I hope I am not... Interrupting," a serene voice answered her, as the doors opened. A voice she knew from her dreams and nightmares.

The fucking audacity of this bitch! Beverly fucking Carpenter stood in the doorway, smiling like an angel. She stepped into the room like she owned it and most certainly did not get fingered in it to a screaming orgasm just a short week ago.

"Hi... Is it a bad time?" Beverly continued, closing the door behind her.

She was wearing a beige turtleneck that did wonders to her figure, her blonde hair falling loosely around her shoulders inviting Stella's hands to grab and pull- fuck! She was getting distracted! What was this bitch doing here?!

"What are you doing here?"

"I did not have your number... I would have called otherwise," Beverly answered simply, playing with the fabric around her neck.

"Called- for what? I told you I did not forgive you!" Stella yelled. She felt like she was having a stroke. She thought she was pretty clear last week.

"Yes. I know... It would be ludicrous to expect that after just one... One evening together," Beverly answered gracefully. "But... I am willing to go the distance. Whatever it takes."

Stella stared at her, not quite believing her ears. Willing to go the distance? Whatever it takes? Did this woman think she was being cute?! She was about to choke the life out of Beverly, when she noticed the way the fabric around her neck bulged out slightly. As if there was a thick piece of jewelry beneath.

Or a collar.

Stella laughed, as a small piece of the deep pool of anger and hurt at the bottom of her heart melted away into nothing. This crazy, repressed mess of a woman came here with a fucking pink dog collar hidden underneath her turtleneck to try to please her. It was not much, and it was not nearly enough, not by a long shot.

But it was a start.

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This one came out a bit long! And it is possibly a beginning of a series. I feel like these two have more in them. Let me know if you would like a continuation! I am thinking alternating chapters from Stella's and Beverly's POV's.

I've learned a lot writing this one. My first couple of stories were less than half the size of this one and did not require much editing. This one took more effort. As it turns out writing is not always easy!

Let me know what you think about it!