Success Tastes Like This

“Boast all you like out there about your success, but we both know where you really belong, don’t we, Kathy?” Victoria’s expensive perfume hung in the stifling air of the sterile hotel room as she shrugged her clothes off as she spoke and glanced at Kathy, a silent challenge. Her silk blouse slid to the floor, revealing the curve of her stomach, then her skirt, exposing the long, toned legs that seemed to stretch endlessly.

Kathy gazed at her, words dying before they could form. The shock she had felt when she’d arrived at the meeting and seen Victoria swelled up in her again, panic that tasted like bile in her mouth. Face to face with her college tormentor for the first time in years. The whispers, the locker room, the way Victoria’s friends had laughed.

“Well Kathy? I’m waiting.”

The silence stretched, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the frantic beat of Kathy’s heart. Every muscle in her body screamed to run, to fight, even just to walk away, but her feet felt rooted, her throat tight. Victoria watched with a cold intensity, her gaze never leaving Kathy’s face.

Kathy stared, Victoria was still so beautiful, so slim, so sexy, so confident. Her skin glowed, taut and unblemished, a stark contrast to Kathy’s own clammy palms. Victoria’s expectations, vivid as ever, burned in her mind all these years later. Her eyes caressed Victoria’s exposed ass, and she bit her lip, jaw clenching with tension. Her knees felt weak, a tremor starting deep in her thighs.