Reunited

[ms_tiff]

Closed for Goddess Trinity


Westhill High, the bane of her existence for four years. She always thought it funny when people said that high school were the best years of their lives. How miserable and fucked up did their lives have to be to count high school as their best years? Unlike so many of her classmates, for Parker high school was the worst years of her life.

Now here she was returning to that hell hole; voluntarily no less.

Stepping through the doors, Parker felt as if she had stepped through a portal to the past. Bright fluorescent lightening shone against dull, pea green lockers that clashed with the sea foam walls. The combination made Parker's eyes hurt. The metallic blue and silver balloons that festooned the hallway did nothing to help the matter.

She was an hour late - a fashionable entrance - and the sound of overeager revelry echoed down the hall, mixing with the music that had defined the high school experience.

Rounding the corner, Parker was hit, full force, with Fall Out Boy and the high-pitched laughter of her old classmates. She fought a cringe as she neared the sign-in table where two bottle blondes sat.

"Oh. My. God. Parker Harris? No effin way!" Olivia Quinn - varsity cheerleader and Student Council social chair - hadn't lost any of her enthusiasm in the last ten years. It only figured Olivia would head up the reunion committee.

Parker winced as she reached for her name tag - one of the few remaining on the table.

"Coming solo. I guess some things never change." Heather Whipler - Student Council vice-president and well known Bleacher Bunny - looked her up and down as she checked Parker's name off a list.

Bitch. Parker stuck the sticker over the right breast of her leather jacket.

"Nice to see you, Heather, been under any bleachers lately?" Parker quipped.

"My god, Parker, I heard you moved to New York. How exciting! You have to tell us everything." Poor Olivia, still as clueless as ever. Parker didn't blame her, though. Girls like Heather and their notorious Queen Bee always attracted at least one airhead.

"Maybe later, gotta go make the rounds." The sarcasm dripping from her tongue was lost on Olivia who smiled brightly.

"Of course! And I want you to meet my fiancee. He is going to plotz when he meets you." Olivia waved a massive diamond ring under Parker's nose.

"Sure, wouldn't want to miss that." Parker fought the urge to roll her eyes, something she saw Heather had no problem with.

Taking a deep breath she stepped inside the gymnasium and through a time warp.

Westhill High School had been the worst four years of her life. She had been "that poor fat girl." While her classmates had gone to football games and dances, while they had partied and been blissfully young, Parker had been at home playing World of Warcraft and listening to her parents fight while she ate her feelings. In a school where everyone wore Ralph Lauren and Calvin Klein, Parker had shown up in clothing she had revamped from Goodwill. While everyone else had been signing yearbooks and promising never to lose touch that last day of school, Parker had gone home - her yearbook as pristine and virginal as herself. Once she walked that stage at graduation she kept on walking and never looked back.

So why the hell had she come back for the ten year reunion? She wanted to throw her success in their faces, that's why.

Ten years in New York changed a person. She wasn't that awkward fat girl anymore. She didn't stay home at night while others lived. No, now Parker was a VIP on club lists throughout the city. She was the party. Her events were legendary and she had a client waiting list that was longer than her in five-inch heels.

Parker was aware of the eyes on her as she stepped into the gym. Running a hand through her chin-length blonde waves she walked into the room with her head high, owning the curves showcased in a tight black dress with a plunging neckline and the tailored leather jacket. Steely blue eyes surveyed the room, wondering if the Queen Bee herself was floating about.

There, nearly smack dab in the middle of it all stood the girl who had made her life such hell. Holding court, as usual, with her quarterback husband on her arm. Head cheerleader, Student Council president, prom queen, leading lady in all the plays, and the girl who made it her life's mission to torment Parker. Zeroing in on that girl, Parker's lips quirked into a devious smile. Revenge was going to be sweet.

 

[Goddess Trinity]

Tiffany Embers
5'9"
Bust: 34F
Appearance:
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With a cup in her hand and in a sexy black dress (link) that hung over every curve of her body, Tiffany's smile was bright and cheerful. She was seeing all of her friends from high school and having a great time. Many of the girls and some of the guys still referred to her as Queen Bee, a nickname that floated throughout school but Tiffany learned to embrace it and empower herself with it. So far, it had been a blast reminiscing on the past especially with her husband on her arm.

The star quarterback and rising business professional in a major company and herself, a self-employed business woman with a side gig in modeling. Everything sounded and looked perfect about her life but, that was simply... by design. Sure, what Tiffany and her husband did for careers were absolutely true but the relationship between them had drastically changed over the last five to six months.

Despite looking like a super model and one of the hottest wives Tiffany could imagine, her husband Jake still decided to sleep with another woman, or two. Tiffany loved her husband but it was clear that something had changed in him. After discovering his tryst, he assured her that he could change and he'd attend relationship counseling to fix what he'd broken. For some reason, Tiffany believed him and agreed. They stopped going to the meetings only 3 months in as his ways didn't alter a single degree and Tiffany could no longer trust him.

Despite divorce proceedings in the works, they realized they needed each other a little longer to move their careers forward. Both had connections that the other could use and once those were completed, the two would go their separate ways. However, that still was not the case yet which is why the facade was necessary.

As Tiffany brought up the last musical she had been in before graduating, she overhead someone talking about Parker Harris. Memories of high school and Parker Harris came rushing at her. During her own personal counseling, she had come to the realization that she had been a severe bitch to some in high school and Parker had been one of those individuals.

Glancing around, Tiffany spotted what looked like Parker but it was clear she had changed dramatically. Tiffany excused herself from the group which split apart so that she could walk between them. Approaching the woman, Tiffany's eyes bulged a bit as she was able to finally take all of Parker in. "Holy shit! Parker is that you?! You look phenomenal! I'm glad you could make it!"

The group she had been in had turned their attention to the two of them, seeing exactly what was about to transpire as their mutual history was well known throughout school. "Can you believe it's been 10 years since we've all been here? Something about being back here really brings back the good times, you know what I mean?" Tiffany looked her up and down again, still stunned this was Parker. "Sorry I can't stop staring at you! 'Porker' definitely does not fit you anymore that's for sure".

As soon as Tiffany mentioned that old nickname, she realized she was venturing into her old bitchy ways. She knew she was a bitch but she really was a good person at heart, just rough around the edges. "Listen, that reminds me, when you have a chance, I'd actually like to talk with you if that's okay. Would you be open to that?"

 

[ms_tiff]

Porker. The name set Parker on edge; her teeth clenching, grinding together as she tried to control herself. God how she wanted to knock Tiffany's drink right into her smug face and tell the woman what a bitch she truly was. Instead, aware of all the eyes on them, Parker plastered a smile onto her face - one that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"It's good to see you, too, Tiffany. You look...good." Parker made a point of looking her nemesis up and down, putting an effective pause between her words. "And yes, we definitely need to catch up at some point. But first I must make the rounds. Plenty of old friends to say hello to." The smile felt too tight for her face and Parker wanted nothing more than to have a drink. Or five.

Quickly turning on her heels, she made her way to the drink table. A large bowl of bunch sat in the center, surrounded by an assortment of whiskey and vodka. No need to spike the punch bowl now. Pouring herself a glass of vodka mixed with more vodka, Parker chugged it down, feeling the familiar burn travel down her throat and settle into her stomach. She poured herself another and began to wander the party, keeping an eye on Tiffany the whole time.

An hour in and quite a few drinks later, Parker made her way back around to where Tiffany stood, her long dirty blonde hair swaying as she threw her head back to laugh at something her husband said. Parker placed a hand on her bare arm.

"Now a good time to chat?" She asked, knowing full well she was interrupting whatever good time the Queen Bee was having. Parker couldn't have cared less though. "Let's go find some place quiet." She said, leaning in close as the music pulsed loudly, echoing against the walls of the gym. Her lips brushed Tiffany's ear and she watched the woman for a reaction.

 

[Goddess Trinity]

Tiffany simply shrugged when Parker left, heading towards the punch bowl slash food table. Maybe some things never change... she thought to herself. Tiffany returned to the group, surprised to find the addition of her two high school "clique" friends as well.

Time flew and before she realized it, she suddenly felt someone touching her as Jake finished one of his favorite jokes that had actually begun to irritate her. A man with very little in comedy. Inside she was rolling her eyes but she put on the best smile possible. Turning towards the soft touch of whomever was touching her, she was surprised to see Parker..

The three cups of booze were just starting to really hit her by numbing her senses but not too ridiculous, yet. Then suddenly Parker was leaning towards her and asked if it was a good time now. Tiffany couldn't put her finger on it but for some reason, she felt a rush of excitement feeling the warmth of Parker's breath on her ear. Tingling inside, she nodded before returning her attention to the group.

"S'cuse me everyone! Parker needs me for a bit." Her voice hung on the words 'needs me', as if exaggerating it.

Stepping out from the group, leaving her cup with her "husband", Tiffany followed Parker towards the side of the gym and through a set of doors leading to a hallway. As soon as the doors shut, the music became muffled and the sound of her $500 dollar heels clicking against the echoed in the hallway.

"Parker, I still can't believe how good you look. You lost a lot of weight, I give you props for that." Three cups of alcohol in and she was already beginning to lose control of her attitude a bit as that last comment was bit underhanded.

Despite the alcohol, when Parker turned back towards her, she could easily recognize the look on her face. Oh shit... she thought to herself, knowing something was about to happen between them.

 

[ms_tiff]

The night before

"Why are you even going to this thing? You hated high school." Carla stretched out on the bed, her red hair a bright flame against the cream colored sheets. Her eyes tracked Parker as the woman shoved clothing into her Louis Vuitton duffle bag.

Parker forced a pair of mint green suede pumps into the already overflowing bag before turning to her girlfriend.

"We've gone over this." She said, leaning in to place a tender kiss on the redhead's forehead.

"I know, but I still don't understand." Carla tugged on her arm, pulling Parker down onto the bed with her. She sunk into the plush mattress, laughing as Carla kissed her neck and shoulders. "Call me selfish if you want but I don't want you to be gone for a whole weekend. You're really going to leave me all alone in this big old bed with no one to keep me warm?" The redhead's hands slipped beneath Parker's top, caressing her breasts.

"You don't fight fair." Parker sighed, melting into the touch. "Besides, this is something I have to do." She rolled over, kissing her girlfriend tenderly. "I need to make them see that they didn't beat me."

With a world weary sigh Carla flopped back on the bed, leaving Parker to bemoan the loss of her touch.

"Just do me a favor." Carla propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at Parker. "Make that bitch pay."



Present Day

She tried not to let Tiffany's snide attitude and side remarks get under her skin, but even though Parker had developed a thick skin over the years, the Queen Bee was still able to reduce her to her sniveling high school self.

No, not this time. Straightening her spine, shoulders back, Parker rounded on Tiffany. Her mask slipped just enough for Tiffany to see the fire burning beneath the surface. Tiffany staggered slightly, the drinks she'd consumed taking effect. Perched on her stilettos, Parker wondered if the woman would topple over or wobble like a Weeble if she tried to push her. The image brought a smile to her lips, a cruel twisting smile that reflected in her eyes.

The comment about her weight stung, but Parker let it roll off her back. She had other things to focus on at the moment.

"Okay, Tiffany, you wanted a moment to talk. So talk." Parker moved close, trapping the other woman against the lockers. "I'm just dying to hear what you have to say."

 

[Goddess Trinity]

Tiffany stumbled just slightly as Parker somewhat cornered her against some lockers. She wasn't completely drunk, just starting to get tipsy so she relatively had full control of her body. Perhaps it was the position that she was in that was exciting her or the fact that her heart rate was beating like she was in the midst of a full sprint.

"Well, I.." Tiffany cleared her throat, realizing she didn't have anywhere to go or for anyone to back her up. "... I just wanted to, well, apologize to you." Tiffany could see that Parker had not completely expected that comment by the look in her eyes. "Things between me and Jake haven't exactly been great, and so after some additional help with a couples therapist I realized just how much of a bitch I was to others, especially you."

When she saw her chance, Tiffany escaped the confines between the lockers and Tiffany moving to the middle of the hall. Finally, she decided to take of her heels and immediately she dropped 3 inches. The only reason she really liked to wear heels was that it showed off her excellent legs and butt, one of her favorite attributes.

"I know I can be a bitch, I'm sorry, I just tend not to sugar coat the things I say and sometimes, more often that not, it rubs others the wrong way. And with you, I don't know if it was me getting caught up in the whole high school drama thing or what but I apologize for everything I did to you." Tiffany was being as sincere as she could be because she realized she made Parker's high school life miserable and was sorry about it but no matter how sorry she was, it all depended on Parker's response.

"Though to be honest, I'm starting to wonder if my harassing didn't help you in some degree." Tiffany waved her hand towards Parker's body and immediately cringed her eyes, placing her hand on her head. "Damn... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that... the alcohol isn't helping... probably should just cut it off for the rest of the night." Tiffany started to ramble, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

 

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"You're right, Tiffany, you were a major bitch in high school." Parker stepped towards her once more, a huntress on the prowl. "But it's nice to know that age has...matured you." She laid the emphasis heavy on the word, a backhanded compliment for the aging model. If Parker remembered correctly, one of Tiffany's greatest fears was looking old.

She stepped closer, her eyes level with Tiffany's, bodies nearly flush as she pinned her, once again, against the lockers.

"You know there are other ways that you can apologize to me." Her words were a soft whisper against Tiffany's lips. "I've always thought you were attractive, which made your comments all the more painful. Do you really want to make it up to me? Really want to make amends for all the pain you've caused?" Parker quirked an eyebrow, waiting.

 

[Goddess Trinity]

Tiffany was not a fan of this charade or whatever this was, she did not like being backed into a corner and losing control of the situation. When she was about to push back a bit, Parker pressed her body against her chest preventing her from attempting to get some momentum. Her heart raced and her eyes darted from Parker's lips to her eyes and then towards the door.

Biting her tongue a bit, Tiffany's attitude changed slightly but not too dramatically. "What the hell do you think this is Parker? Of course I'm sorry and I'll do what I have to to amend my mistakes." Her cheeks had turned a dark rose color as her eyes glared into Parker's, hundreds of scenarios of the next few seconds flashing across her imagination.

This moment of silence felt like an eternity. Her heart was beating like crazy and for a moment that's all she heard in her ears was the beat over the music. Her large chest rose and fell quickly in the tight confines of her dress but were squeezed tightly against the two of them. Maybe Jake will interrupt us... or Olivia... god someone please! Tiffany thought to herself as she waited for Parkers next comment.

 

[ms_tiff]

"See the thing is, Tiffany, I don't believe you." Parker shook her head, her eyes glued to the other woman's. "You were always such a lying, backstabbing bitch, how can I believe a word you say now?"

Parker took a small step back, her gaze sweeping over Tiffany's seductive form.

"You made it your life's mission to humiliate me in high school. So now I'm going to humiliate you." In one swift movement, Parker pulled back the bands of fabric covering Tiffany's ample breasts. The large globes sprang free of the dress and Parker quickly pinched each nipple, making the tips hard until they stuck out obscenely large on the soft mounds.

Reaching into her jacket pocket, Parker pulled her cellphone free, snapping a few quick pictures with a gleefully devilish grin.

"Such a slut," she tsked with a shake of her head, "half naked at your high school reunion." She placed a hand on Tiffany's shoulder, keeping her in place. "Whatever shall we do with such a slut?" With her other hand she begin to pull the skirt of Tiffany's dress up until it was bunched around her waist. Glancing down, Parker barked out a laugh. "My oh my, no panties either? You dirty girl."

Holding the phone lower, Parker snapped another picture of Tiffany's bare pussy.

 

[Goddess Trinity]

Just as Tiffany was about to scream, the music in the auditorium increased and cheers muffled any noise that came from the two of them. It took her mind a few seconds to process the fact that Parker had revealed her tits and by the time she went up to hide them with her hands, Parker had her fingers pinching her nipples.

Dammit why did it have to be the nipples...? Tiffany thought to herself. You could consider her nipples to be her weak spot because anytime someone played with her nipples, she'd be swept into a wave of euphoria and she had a hard time doing anything. Closing her eyes, she prayed to herself that it would be over at any second but then she heard a click from a camera. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and mouth dropped open to voice her displeasure but she stopped immediately.

Then her skirt was being pulled up and her bare pussy was now being shot as well. Before the party she opted to go pantyless since it would have been easy to see her underwear through her dress. "Parker, you fucking pervert!" At that moment she did her best to fix her dress and cover up but there was little to do as Parker really had the upper hand. "Let me go you oversized bitch"

The effects of the alcohol had completely worn off and now she was just pissed. Using all her might she did what she could to push Parker away from her but that only made it harder for Tiffany.

 

[ms_tiff]

She felt Tiffany struggling against her, saw the angry flash in her eyes. The anger simmering in the air between them only served to heighten Parker's pleasure in the moment.

"Oh I'm the pervert?" She grinned, sliding a finger along the puffy lips of Tiffany's slit. "I'm not the one on display and wet." Parker chuckled as she felt the wetness between Tiffany's legs. "Seems to me the lady doth protest too much." Parker tweaked her nipples again as she leaned in, her mouth brushing teasingly against Tiffany's as her finger found the the hard nub hidden between the Queen Bee's thighs.

She pressed against the nub as she lowered her head to flick a tongue against Tiffany's nipple. Her fingers played over the clit, pulling back the hood and teasing the button as she began to nibble on the hardened peak of Tiffany's breast.

 

[Goddess Trinity]

Closing her eyes tightly, Tiffany desperately wanted to push Parker away but something about this was really turning her on. Her slick pussy being stroke and her clit being pressed and teased expertly was causing moans to escape her lips. Dammit, no... can't... give.... in! The back of her pressed into the locker behind her when one of her nipples was being flicked and nibbled on.

Why wasn't anyone coming to her rescue? Her husband knew where she was, her friends knew but none would come to check on her? She felt alone but more excited than she had ever been in the past. Tiffany felt Parker's fingers dip into her pussy and then back out rubbing her clit viciously. The familiar tingling hit her hard and fast, her hands moved quickly and clasped themselves around Parker's wrist as her orgasm hit her quickly.

Clenching her jaw, Tiffany opened her eyes when the first wave hit her and her pussy gushed against Parker's fingers. Unknown to anyone she'd been with, she was a squirter. Not a single person had ever made her actually cum making Parker the very first besides her to expertly make her cum hard. "Wh... Why?" Tiffany's thighs shook, her arms and the lockers the only thing still actually holding her up.

 

[ms_tiff]

Well now that was a surprise. Parker couldn't help the grin that pulled at her lips as Tiffany, thighs trembling, squirted her release.

"Looks like it's been awhile since someone had an orgasm." Parker teased, pinching Tiffany's clit roughly. Pulling her cum soaked hand away from the woman's pussy, Parker surveyed her wet fingers and, eyes locked with Tiffany's, proceeded to lick each finger clean.

"Why?" She quirked an eyebrow at Tiffany's breathless question. "Why not?" Parker shook her head, running a finger down Tiffany's throat and between her massive breasts. "Besides, doesn't every model want a hot sex tape floating around?" Holding her cellphone up for the other woman to see, Parker smirked. "This baby's going to get so many views. All those horny teenage boys jerking off to you squirting with another woman's fingers in your pussy." Parker leaned in close, "I got a great shot of that cum squirting all over my hand."

Taking a step back, Parker surveyed Tiffany; taking in the way her naked breasts bobbed up and down with each heavy breath, her dress hiked up around her waist. The epitome of wanton desire.

"What do you think your husband will say about this video? He's trying to land a big contract right now, isn't he? Not to mention that promotion he's gunning for. Do you think a sex tape of his wife is going to help or hinder him? Now, I could leak this tape or..." Parker paused, eyeing Tiffany, "you could agree, right here right now with no questions asked, to atone for the way you bullied me in high school. Choice is yours, Tiffany. What do you say?"