Devil on My Shoulder Ch. 02
Mom was giddy on the ride back home. She was as happy as I'd seen her in months.
"Things'll be different now, Julia," she said. "We're actually really lucky. Not many people have rich relatives who can help them out like this."
I listened to her in glum silence as the rain pattered over the windscreen and the wipers squeaked over the glass. Aunt Martha had never actually agreed to help, only that they'd 'discuss it.' That smirk on her face sent a shiver down my spine. Whatever her 'proposal' was, would surely not be as simple as just gifting us the money.
Mom continued, oblivious to my discomfort. "This is just what we needed. I'm so proud of you. I know it wasn't easy for you to deal with Shannon."
The devil on my shoulder snickered into my ear. She doesn't know the half of it, does she, freak?
I blushed, picturing myself on my hands and knees, kissing Shannon's Mary Jane pumps, declaring her as my queen. It was like an out-of-body experience like I was watching someone else.
Except it didn't, freak. It happened to you.
Mom continued, happily. "I don't think Shannon's ever invited you anywhere before. This is huge. Maybe this'll be the start of a real friendship? If she's finally taken a liking to you, this will open up so many possibilities for you. She's really popular. She might even invite you to parties. Wouldn't that be cool?"
I cringed. "Mom, Shannon doesn't want me as a friend."
"Nonsense, she's taking you shopping! I'll have to find some money for you. You can't not buy anything. That would look bad. I think I can find you twenty dollars. Just don't let on that's all you have. Oh gosh, this is so exciting."
I'd not seen her this animated for a long time. It was like her hope was renewed. I felt awful. If she knew the only reason Shannon had asked me to go with her was to prank and humiliate me, it would crush her.
Mom patted my knee and smiled. "Be extra nice to her. If she sees you as a friend then she'll definitely put in a good word to her mother. Shannon won't want to see you evicted."
I blinked at her. "Evicted? What the hell, mom?"
"Shhhh, it won't come to that. Martha will help us. For all our issues, she's still my sister. We're family. The only family we have left."
It was a sore topic that Martha didn't want anything to do with Grandma when she got sick. The burden of care rested solely on Mom. I tried to help as best I could, but I was just a kid. There was only so much I could do. Martha wanted to throw Grandma into a home and forget about her. Mom fought for Grandma to stay in her own house, even taking a hiatus from work to be her full-time carer.
Martha refused to help after that. It was like she was punishing Mom for not agreeing with her. It was how we'd ended up in this financial mess to begin with.
I didn't know how Mom could stand to be around Martha after all that went down. I guessed she felt like she didn't have a choice but to swallow her pride. But did she really have to fawn over Martha, stroking her ego at every opportunity?
All of this was fuel to my desire to escape all this. I would publish a novel. Not just any novel. The great American novel. It would make us rich and we'd never have to degrade ourselves for scraps from Martha anymore.
That'll never happen. Nobody wants to read anything written by a freak with a fetish for her own cousin's feet.
My pussy squirmed with the fear and excitement of what Shannon had in store for me next.
*
The next day, Mom's Buick sputtered back along Martha's winding driveway, coughing exhaust and stalling.
"Oh god," said Mom, huddled over her steering wheel, red with embarrassment. "Please not now. Please god, not now."
Mom insisted we wear dresses again. I don't know why, but she seemed to think our clothes had played a role in Martha asking her to lunch and Shannon inviting me shopping.
It was ridiculous. Martha and Shannon were two of the most superficial people you would ever meet. We could never afford the type of clothes they would've approved of. They would look down on us no matter what we wore, so in my view, we may as well be comfortable.
Not that I said as much to Mom. She was way too stressed, anxiously emptying her wardrobe in the hopes of finding something, anything, Martha might approve of. I didn't even complain about the hideous floral print sundress she stuck me in. It was the antithesis of my grunge style. Honestly, it was the antithesis of style generally. But I wore it without complaint. The last thing I wanted was to make this more difficult than it already was for her.
Mercifully, we made it without breaking down, although the ruckus had alerted Martha and Shannon to our arrival. They were waiting outside the main entrance to the mansion under the shade of the classical front portico.
We parked a respectful distance from Shannon's brand new metallic Bentley and Martha's luxury black Mercedes-S class as if they might be offended if our 1983 Buick Estate Wagon shared their space.
We exited the car and Martha and Shannon descended the front steps of their mansion to meet us.
Martha looked as stylish and powerful as always in a pinstripe blazer and cloak jacket over a black turtleneck. She wore suit pants with a large gold Cartier square buckle belt, sockless high heels, a wide-brim black hat, aviators, silk gloves, and pearls. A Cartier purse was slung over her shoulder via a gold chain.
Shannon had opted for a chic pastel pink tweed jacket over a white blouse and matching mini skirt. But my eyes were immediately drawn to the white leather, statement block heels she wore on her feet. The same ones she'd caught me sniffing. I knew this was no accident.
My stomach twisted in horror and excitement. It didn't matter how many times I'd masturbated last night, my pussy still throbbed at the memory. I blushed and squeezed my thighs together, aware of a small wet splotch growing in my underwear.
Martha strode confidently toward us with her thumbs slotted into her Cartier cinch belt. "Having car problems?"
"No, no," answered Mom, a little too quickly. "It's nothing to worry about. Everything's fine. I've been meaning to get it checked, it's just, you know, I haven't had time. But anyway, you look amazing, Martha. I love your outfit. It looks so good on you."
Martha smirked. "That's sweet. And you," she began as if about to compliment my mom before stopping to take a closer look at her dress. She sighed and frowned.
Mom flushed and looked apologetically down at her sandals.
"Honestly, Susan," said Martha. "I told you to wear something sophisticated. Is this really the best you could manage?"
"I'm sorry, Martha," she replied, meekly. "I just...don't have many nice clothes."
Shannon giggled. "She looks like a Missouri housewife attending Sunday service."
Martha had a good chuckle at her daughter's joke.
Mom responded with the dead smile she saved for interactions with her sister.
Martha smirked once more and turned her judgemental gaze onto me. I folded my arms in the hopes of hiding myself.
"My my, Julia," she said, "what a pretty dress. I'm sure you'll be quite the talk of the fashion mall."
Her sarcasm was poorly disguised, especially with Shannon snickering alongside her.
"Thank you, Aunt Martha," I said, not knowing what else to do.
Martha opened her Cartier purse and removed the key fob to her Mercedes. "I suppose you'd better ride with me," she said to Mom. "No offense, but I doubt that 'vehicle' of yours can make it far on the freeway."
"Yes, Martha," said Mom, "that will probably be best. I'm sorry."
Martha leaned down to give Shannon a kiss on her cheek. "Okay. You girls be good."
"We will," said Shannon with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Have a great lunch."
Martha beckoned Mom with her finger and Mom followed her to her Mercedes like a summoned dog.
Shannon gave them a big wave as they drove away. She waited until Martha's car had disappeared from our vision before turning to me with a sneer.
"Okay, peasant," she said, pointing down at her shoe. "You can greet your queen properly now."
A part of me had hoped Shannon had somehow forgotten about the whole thing, but a much larger part of me was glad she hadn't.
Your queen deserves respect.
I looked around timidly in case someone was watching. When I felt confident we were alone I did as she said, crouching down on my knees before her, and edging my face to the leather toe of her expensive shoe. They were so clean and white. I felt ashamed as my lips sullied them.
Shannon smirked down at me. "So, how much have you got on you, peasant?"
"Not a lot (kiss) Your Majesty (kiss)"
"Give it to me."
I nodded my head, rubbing my nose over the intoxicating leather. I sat back up and opened the sunflower purse around my shoulder producing the twenty dollar bill as tribute.
Shannon stared her nose down at it. "What's that?"
"It's all I've got, Your Majesty."
"Twenty dollars? Are you kidding me right now?"
I blushed. "No, Your Majesty. I'm sorry. It's all we could afford." I wasn't sure why I was apologizing. It just somehow made sense.
She sighed and snatched it from my grasp. "God, you're pathetic. What am I supposed to do with this?"
I hadn't realized Shannon had expected money from me. I'd intended to keep the twenty dollars rather than have her make fun of me for it. I had no idea she would take it from me.
"So gross," she said, clicking open her Chanel purse, and pulling out a stack of hundreds.
I'd never seen so much money in one place. She'd gotten all of it for her birthday just because she was already rich and popular. It wasn't fair.
All because she's better than you.
"I guess it can go toward gas or something," she said, adding it to the back of her wad and then placing it all back in her purse. "It's actually pretty funny. Your mom gave me a hundred dollars to spend and she only gave you twenty. I think that means she loves me more than you. Around five times more."
I knew Mom had gone without food to find the money for Shannon's birthday. It was a huge sacrifice. Even the twenty dollars hurt her weekly budget. Not that Shannon could ever understand. She had taken it all as her right.
As she should.
She chuckled at her own joke and continued. "We'll call it your peasant tax. I think it's only right since I have to suffer your ugly face. Plus, I'm allowing you to ride in my car, so really it's the least you can do."
I nodded sadly.
Thank her then, freak.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Shannon burst into laughter. "You're sooo welcome, peasant." She grinned and pointed her finger down at my nose. "Now, this is how this'll work. You'll obey everything me and my friends tell you to do. You don't need to acknowledge me as your queen. But you will show me and my friends respect."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"If you piss me off, I'll tell my mom about your gross fetish. There's no way she'll lend your dumb ass mom money after that."
My heart sank to realize Martha must have shared with Shannon how my mom had asked for a loan. I pictured their discussion: Martha with an expensive chardonnay, tittering as Shannon wondered how anyone could have made such a mess of their life. Martha would shrug. Her sister was always destined for failure.
Just like you.
*
Shannon's friends likewise all lived in the exclusive suburb of Paradise Hills.
I sat awkwardly in the middle of the backseats as Shannon drove to each of their mansions to pick them up.
The cream leather seats were plush and more comfortable than our couch at home. There was plenty of legroom and the burr walnut veneer was sporty and sophisticated. Music from the built-in CD player pumped through the stereo surround sound. Shannon apparently enjoyed Euro dance. I hated it, but it wasn't my place to question her taste.
Kelly was first. Shannon honked her horn and her blond bestie bounded out of her parent's mansion wearing a two-piece tweed jacket, mini-skirt, and Burberry ankle boots with a matching beret.
She took the front passenger seat and exchanged kisses with Shannon making theatrical 'mwah mwah' noises which sent the two friends into giggles.
"Oh my gosh, Kelly. I love your purse!"
Kelly smiled and hugged the small Burberry bag over her shoulder. "It was a gift from Daddy's latest business trip to Cannes."
"It looks so hot. I love how it matches your boots."
They spent a couple of minutes complimenting each other's outfits, boasting over their designer labels while I just smiled along nervously.
I remembered Kelly from the party. She had laughed harder than anyone when Shannon fired the pellet gun at my face.
Eventually, Kelly's piercing blue eyes focused on me. A smirk crept over her pretty face. "Wow," she said to Shannon, "you weren't kidding."
"Um, hi," I said, raising my hand in greeting. "I'm Julia."
"Ew," said Kelly, "what's she wearing."
Shannon turned to me and smiled. "I know. I think her mom buys all her clothes at thrift stores."
Kelly continued. "And what's that bag? Did she knit it herself in home ec?"
I blushed. I knew the bag was stupid, but I didn't own anything else other than a school backpack. I guessed they would have found me lugging that around even more embarrassing.
Kelly turned back to Shannon. "She's really going to hang out with us? I don't even her sitting in the same car as us. What if someone from school sees us with her?"
"Don't worry about it," said Shannon. "If anyone asks we'll just say she's my maid."
Kelly's eyes brightened. "That's right. She can carry all our bags, can't she?"
Shannon smirked at me. "You'll refer to us as Miss. Miss Shannon, Miss Kelly. Got that?"
I nodded sadly. It was slightly less degrading than 'Your Majesty.'
But not as fun for you.
My pussy tingled and I slyly squirmed my crotch around the seat.
"Yeah," said Kelly, enjoying herself, "you're working hard because you're a slut who got herself pregnant. Shannon's mom took pity on you and gave you a job because you're such a sadsack."
Shannon laughed. "She got raped behind some trashcans by her mom's drug dealer."
Kelly giggled, bouncing excitedly in her seat. "I love it. Her mom is addicted to crack and she makes her go pick it up for her. Her mom can't go herself because she works the streets sucking cock for a dollar."
"It's two dollars to swallow."
They both erupted into laughter.
I nodded along, blushing, with the same dead smile on my face I'd seen Mom use so many times with Aunt Martha. There was no point in trying to defend myself. Shannon could easily destroy me by telling Kelly how she'd caught me sniffing her shoes. As degrading as this was, the alternative was far worse.
They continued to make fun of me as Shannon drove from Kelly's to pick up Stephanie and Leah.
Stephanie had stunning black hair that shimmered in gloss. She wore a square neck, slim fit, black and white patterned mini-dress with long sleeves and a gold button front, and apricot ankle boots.
Leah was the curviest of all Shannon's friends. The blond wore a baby pink V-neck crop sweater that showed her bare shoulders which she'd tucked into a high-waist, black, mini-flare skirt with knee-high socks and ankle booties.
Like Shannon and Kelly, these girls carried themselves with the same entitlement and confidence their good looks and money afforded them.
As they took their seats in the back, on either side of me, I could smell the strong sandalwood and amber of their expensive perfume. Neither were happy to see me, nor suffer the indignity of sitting next to me.
"Gross," said Stephanie, curling her lip, "don't even try and talk to me."
"And you'd better not touch me," warned Leah.
I nodded sadly and shrank into myself to take up less room.
Shannon revved her V-8 engine and zoomed away, pushing the Bentley to its limits. Outside of Paradise Hills, she picked up even greater speeds, weaving in and out of traffic and smashing her horn at every opportunity as if she couldn't believe drivers in cheaper cars would dare get in her way.
"Why's she here again?" asked Stephanie.
Shannon giggled, eyeing me through the rearview mirror. "Because we're going to have some fun with her."
Kelly turned, smirking. "She's going to be our maid and carry all our bags. Isn't that, right, maid?"
I nodded, staring down at my lap.
Kelly cupped her ear. "What was that? I didn't quite catch that."
"Yes, Miss Kelly," I said meekly.
Stephanie and Leah were shocked for a moment before bursting into laughter, quickly joined by Kelly and Shannon.
"What the fuck?" said Stephanie disdainfully, to my face, "why would you agree to this?"
I glanced up to see Shannon still smirking at me through the rearview mirror.
Your queen expects you to embarrass yourself. Don't disappoint her.
I gave a slow shrug. "You're all richer and prettier than me. I'd do anything to be allowed to hang out with you all."
I regretted saying that as soon as it left my mouth.
Stephanie opened her diamond-quilted Chanel purse and pulled out a pack of Marlboro, slipping one between her glossy lips. "Can we smoke in your new car, Shanna?"
"Sure," said Shannon, "just don't drop any ash."
"I won't," said Stephanie with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She held out the pack for Leah and then offered them to Shannon and Kelly who refused. "I'm going to need an ashtray, though." She leered at me. "I know, how about we make this one of the maid's duties?"
I paled and glanced nervously back to Shannon.
Shannon giggled happily. "That's so evil. I love it. Hey, maid, get down on the floor so my friend can use your mouth."
They all snickered at me, eyeing me greedily.
This was getting out of hand. "You...you can't be serious?" I said.
"Why not?" said Shannon, "you did say you'd do anything to be allowed to hang out with us, didn't you?"
It wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind.
Kelly turned back to me. "You have to prove you can follow instructions if you want to hang out with us. If you can't even do this one little thing then what use are you?"
Stephanie lit her cigarette with a sleek black lighter and then passed it to Leah who lit her own. Stephanie took a long drag and then blew her smoke directly into my face.
I winced and coughed, bringing another smirk from Stephanie. I'd only tried a cigarette once before. I was in the restroom at school when I caught some of the girls smoking. They accused me of being a tattle so to prove I wasn't, I took a drag, pretending I smoked all the time, believing it might make them think I was cool and then maybe they'd be my friends. My fantasy was destroyed when I coughed my guts up and they all had a good laugh at my expense. So much for being cool.
Oh yeah. That was pretty funny. They all mimicked coughing sounds whenever you passed them in the hallway. You're such a loser. It's no wonder you have no friends and everybody hates you.
"I'm waiting," said Stephanie, taking another drag.
"Seriously, maid," said Shannon firmly. "I'm holding you responsible if my friends drop their ash on my floor."Her eyes narrowed at me through the rear-view mirror. "Or maybe I should just share your secret with them now?"
A shiver went through my spine. I gulped and nodded.
Shannon smirked.
"What?" said Kelly excitedly, "what secret?"
"Maid?" said Shannon, relishing my fear.
"It's nothing," I answered, sliding off the middle seat and squatting on the floor, although not fast enough for Stephanie who flicked her lighter and pressed the flame against my earlobe. I yelped and cringed away, looking back at her with wide, scared eyes.
"Hurry up," she whined.
Leah got in on the fun, bopping her knuckles against the side of my head.
"Okay, okay," I said in surrender, slithering onto the floor to avoid their abuse.
Stephanie and Leah both lifted their feet and rested them on my body, Stephanie over my breasts and Leah on my thighs.
I blushed and my pussy tingled. It felt right to be under the expensive leather of their designer shoes. I could feel myself getting wet.
You're a better footrest than you are a person, freak.
Stephanie leered down at me. "Mouth open, maid."
Being stationed directly under her feet had made me extra willing and submissive to follow her orders. I could see she was surprised at how quickly I obeyed. She hesitated a moment as if trying to work out what was going on, before shrugging and tapping her ash directly into my mouth. Leah leaned across to do likewise.
I swallowed. It was powdery and bitter, but not as bad as I'd thought.
"She did it," said Kelly happily, "she really did it!"
Shannon laughed. "I love you guys so much. I have the best fucking friends."
I stayed perfectly still under their feet as they both finished their cigarettes and their conversations moved away from me to more important things like shopping, boys, and parties.
I wondered what it was like to know you could buy anything you liked on your parents' credit cards. These girls clearly got everything they wanted and more. I couldn't even imagine.
It's because they're better than you.
I digested the entire ash from Stephanie's cigarette until she was just holding the butt down to the label. My eyes widened as I saw the wicked intention gleaming in her eyes.
"Hey, Shanna?" said Stephanie, "what should we do with our butts?"
Shannon exchanged a mischievous glance with Kelly. The two of them soon laughed.
"You stub it out on your ashtray at home, right?" said Shannon.
Stephanie grinned as she leaned down, giving me an accidental glimpse of her cleavage down the open square collar of her mini-dress. She pointed the glowing tip of her cigarette at me like a needle and pressed it against my cheek.
I screamed as it seared into my flesh. I kicked my legs and writhed, knocking Leah's feet off balance.
"Hey," she said, stomping her block heel down on my knee, cracking the bone. "You'd better watch it."
I started to sob.
Stephanie chuckled and took Leah's cigarette to press down on my other cheek. I just laid still, quietly sobbing at the pain. At least the second one wasn't as bad since I knew what to expect.
"Such rosy cheeks," laughed Stephanie.
It suits you.
Stephanie took Leah's butt with her own and placed them between my lips. "Here," she said, "hold these for us, would you?"
I sniffled and held them tight. I could taste the moistness from their lips on the tips. I stared up at Stephanie's perfectly smooth and tanned legs and felt desperate to reach under my dress and play with my clit.
*
Shannon's mood soured when we arrived at the mall. So many ugly cars had taken the best spots. She and Kelly went on a long rant about handicapped parking and how it was discriminating against the fit and able.
"If those retards were dumb enough to get crippled, then it's their own fault. Why should we have to be inconvenienced."
I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. I'd never heard anyone be so shamelessly callous about people with disabilities before. I wanted to challenge their ignorance, but with Stephanie and Leah's feet on me, holding their cigarette butts in my mouth, I was hardly in a position to debate.
When Shannon finally found a spot she was satisfied with, she and her friends vacated her Bentley and I scrambled out after them.
They were all dressed in colorful designer labels, carrying expensive purses on gold chains around their shoulders. They were slender and curvy in all the right places. Their legs were so tanned and smooth. Their skin glowed with healthy nutrition and products. Their hair was thick and glossy, shimmering in the light. They carried themselves with all the regal confidence of princesses.
Compared to them, I was chunky, dirty, and unworthy to smell their perfume.
A peasant.
Shannon cupped my chin and investigated the burn marks on my cheeks. "Jesus, Steph," she said, smirking. "Couldn't you have put it out on her hand or stomach or something? This is kinda hard to miss."
Stephanie bit on her fingernail and smiled innocently, batting her eyelashes.
"I think it's an improvement," said Kelly. "It distracts from her face."
Shannon turned to her, still holding my chin. "That's easy for you to say. Pretty sure my mom'll notice when we get home."
"That's easy," said Kelly, "don't take her home with you and then you're mom won't see."
Shannon pondered on this. "What if my dumb ass aunt calls my mom about it?"
Stephanie shrugged. "Just say she did it to herself. She wanted the attention. She's totally believable as a self-harm loser. I'd be shocked if she hadn't tried to kill herself before. She's definitely the type."
Shannon nodded. "True. It isn't like she has any friends or anything to look forward to in her life. This is probably as good as it's going to get for her."
I sniffled at the truth behind their hurtful words. Even though I hadn't attempted anything, I'd considered slashing my wrists or overdosing on my mom's pills plenty of times before.
You should. The world would be better without you in it, freak.
Shannon slapped my cheek, irritating the burn, and the cigarette butts I'd been holding between my lips flew from my mouth onto the ground. She recupped my chin and pointed her finger at my nose. "My mom does not need to know about any of this. What're you gonna say when your dumb ass mom asks about those scars?"
"I'll say I did to myself, Miss Shannon," I answered meekly, much to everyone's amusement.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, coldly staring into my eyes.
I nodded, sniffling.
She grinned.
Kelly sauntered over. "It's a pretty nasty burn alright," she said. "It probably needs some cream or something. Here, this'll help." She spat onto my cheek just below my eye.
"Good idea," said Shannon, releasing my chin and then spitting onto my other cheek. The white foam dripped down my jaw and onto my shoulder. "Rub it in," she commanded.
I lifted my trembling hands and circled their spit onto my burns as if it were healing balm.
They all laughed as I sobbed quietly, excited and terrified at what else these beautiful, mean girls had in store for me.
*
The mall was nicknamed 'the Gucci Mall' owing to the large number of high-end stores. It was a Romanesque palace with huge ionic columns, botanical gardens, fountains, and imitation statues of Graeco-Roman Gods and Goddesses in faux marble. It even had an aquarium filled with exotic fish and sharks in the center of the ground floor.
Shannon and her friends linked arms and walked together in a line. They drew the eye wherever they went with their effervescence, expensive clothes, and stunning beauty. They walked and talked like they owned the mall and everything in it. The way in which people purposefully stayed out of their way, backstepping to give them an unobstructed path, they practically did.
The world treats you the way you deserve to be treated. This is what happens when you're rich and pretty.
It was humbling to walk behind them, carrying their shopping bags like their personal pack mule. I maintained a respectful distance, never once complaining when they dumped more on me without a single word of acknowledgment. My arms were soon overburdened with bags that arrogantly displayed the names of their luxury brands, showing off to everyone in the mall they were young women of wealth and taste.
I was relieved nobody was paying me much mind. It made sense. Who would ever look at me when they could be looking at them?
They fashioned plenty of clothes for each other, posing, complimenting, and offering suggestions. Each new outfit was purchased with glossy credit cards or by counting out hundred dollar bills.
They especially loved showing off what they were buying to me, boasting about the price tags as though it were a huge accomplishment they happened to be born into wealthy families.
Shannon delighted in taunting me with the hundred-dollar bill my mom had given her for her birthday. She theatrically mused on what she could buy, asking me for advice before loudly cutting me off "as if you'd know," which sent her besties into hysterics.
It was Kelly's idea that I place the bill in my mouth and carry it like a puppy. Shannon loved it and slotted it between my lips.
It was humiliating to follow my rich cousin and her friends with the hundred-dollar bill my mom had sacrificed so much for in my mouth. It elicited strange looks from customers and assistants, but nobody actually said anything. There were a few looks of sympathy, but plenty of amusement and scorn too, especially in the more expensive stores. I simply blushed and tried to avoid eye contact.
See? Nobody cares about you. They know this is what you deserve for being such an ugly freak.
Eventually, Shannon decided to spend my mom's money on some lace, ruffle ankle socks. She gloated to me about how cute they would look on her feet and how they would go with so many different kinds of shoes. I gulped as my pussy tingled, imagining how adorable her feet would look wearing them.
Really puts you in your place that your queen can spend a hundred dollars on socks without thinking twice, doesn't it, peasant? Feet like hers deserve the best.
Eventually, Stephanie whined that she was feeling tired and Shannon decided they would rest and drink slushies before heading home.
A stand boasted 100% fresh fruit juice and the girls strolled over to the counter where a late teen boy with long hair tied back in a ponytail wearing an apron was vending.
His bored expression immediately brightened seeing the approach of the four hot chicks. His eyes dashed to each of them as if he couldn't believe they were real. Their beauty, elegance, and perfume, were clearly a sensory overload.
I hovered awkwardly behind them, burdened with all their designer shopping bags.
They ordered mixed berry smoothies and the vendor offered them on the house.
They all giggled and mockingly cooed. "That's soooo sweet."
Nobody cared about ordering one for me, despite how thirsty and exhausted I was. It wouldn't have even cost them any money to get me one since the vendor was paying. I could have bought one myself had Shannon not taken the only money I had.
Shannon clicked her fingers in my general direction and I plodded to the counter to collect their tray.
The vendor noticed me for the first time, looking me up and down questioningly. "She's with you?" he asked in surprise.
They all laughed like he'd just made the most hilarious joke in the world. He smiled along with them, pleased but confused.
"I guess technically," said Shannon. "She's auditioning to be our maid. She's so poor and dumb nobody else would hire her."
Kelly laughed. "We took pity because she's so ugly. It made us feel bad. We're good people you know."
Shannon smiled. "But we aren't a charity. She has to work hard to impress us or we'll fire her ugly ass. It'll be her own fault if she can't afford her rent."
"Yeah," said Kelly, "she'll probably end up on the streets sucking cock for dimes."
They all had a good laugh at this, including the vendor.
Shannon batted her eyelashes. "So what do you think? Should we give her the job?"
He rubbed his chin. "I dunno. You really want that thing following you all day?"
That made them laugh even harder.
"Good point," said Shannon, "she is super embarrassing to be seen with." She turned to me and pointed her finger at my face. "Why are you just standing there? Go set the tray on the table dumb ass."
I nodded sadly and went to place their tray down.
They finished their conversation with the vendor before sauntering over to take their seats. They grabbed their slushies and started slurping, chatting excitedly about how the vendor was actually pretty cool and cute, even if he was just a worker.
Since Shannon hadn't instructed me to sit, I just stood next to the table with their shopping bags around my arms, like a servant awaiting orders.
Shannon eventually eyed me. "Ew," she said, waving the back of her hand at me, "go sit on the floor over there. You stink."
I hoped that wasn't true. I knew I wasn't much to look at but I at least tried to maintain good hygiene. I must have worked up a sweat traipsing behind them all day, carrying their things.
I plodded over to the spot she designated and slowly slunk to the floor, keeping their bags next to me, glad for a chance to sit (even if it was on the floor), and eyed their legs and shoes under the table.
Their conversation turned to how hot they would all look on Monday dressed in all their new clothes. They couldn't wait to show them off to all those scholarship dorks.
The vendor soon came over carrying a polystyrene cup. "I thought your maid might be thirsty."
They glanced at each other confused as to why anyone would care.
I looked over hopefully and even allowed myself a slight smile. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be shown kindness.
He snickered and raised the cup. "Got some refreshing toilet water here."
They all laughed at this and he grinned, happy his joke had garnered the reaction he'd hoped for.
"Yes!" said Shannon, "give it to her."
He approached and handed me the cup, still grinning.
I looked up at him with glassy, doe-eyes. I was so tired. I just wanted to rest for a few minutes. Why was he teasing me like this?
Because he knows you're a freak. This is what you deserve.
I reached to take it from him and looked down at the musty toilet water.
"What?" yelled Shannon, "no thank you?"
"Thank you," I mumbled, and took a small sip. It tasted stale but at least it was something.
"Ewwwwww," friends screamed jokingly.
The vendor gave them all a thumbs up and then returned to their table to continue their chat as I sadly finished my toilet water.
*
It was starting to get dark when they finally decided to call it a day.
I followed them back to Shannon's car and placed all their bags in the trunk. My arms immediately felt lighter. It'd been more of a workout than I'd expected. I was relieved it was finally over.
I knew there would be more teasing and torturing on our way back to Paradise Hills, but at least I'd get a chance to sit (or lay.) Once home, I could crawl under my sheets and masturbate to thoughts of Shannon's feet and all the humiliating things she and her friends had made me do.
Shannon and Kelly took their seats at the front and Stephanie and Leah sat in the back.
I waited for one of them to scoot over and let me in, but Leah closed the door behind her, leaving me outside. I gulped and reached for the handle but Leah pushed the lock down and gave me the middle finger, grinning.
"Come on, Miss," I said, exhausted. "Please let me in. I just want to go home."
Shannon lowered her window, smirking at me. "There isn't enough room for you, maid. You're too fat. Guess you'll have to take the bus or something."
Tears welled in my eyes. "Please, Miss Shannon. I'm...so tired. Didn't I do good carrying your bags?"
Shannon scoffed. "Like it was hard?"
"Please take me back. I don't even have money for the bus."
She giggled. "No way. You're all gross and sweaty. Ew."
Kelly leaned across to smile at me. "Yeah, you stink. I don't want to have to smell you anymore."
I nervously rubbed down the back of my hand. "Maybe...I could just lie on the floor again?"
They all laughed and I hung my head.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Stephanie from the back seat. "Do you like being under our feet or something?"
I blushed at the tingle in my pussy.
"Ewwwwww," they all screamed in unison.
I wiped a tear from my cheek with the back of my hand and sniffled. "Please don't leave me here," I said to Shannon, hoping my cousin might show me some mercy.
Shannon was enjoying herself too much to stop now. "If you want it so badly, then you should probably beg for it."
Her friends chanted excitedly, "beg, beg, beg."
That's it. Show them how much better they are than you, freak.
I sank to my knees on the asphalt and clasped my hands with tears trickling down my cheeks. "Please, Miss Shannon. Please let me ride with you. Take pity. You're so much better than me. You're so pretty and rich and popular. I'm such a loser that I can't even afford the bus. Please don't leave me. I'll do anything you want."
Shannon made an elaborate show of thinking, cupping her chin and furrowing her brow before a simple "no," crushed my hopes.
Her friends laughed and applauded her decision.
I sniffled. My debasement had been for nothing.
Not nothing. I know how wet you are, freak.
It was true. My underwear was soaked. It was a force of willpower to stop myself from fingering myself right there, kneeling in the parking lot.
Shannon lifted her Chanel purse and pulled out a scrunched-up dollar bill she had shoved in there as change. "I'm not completely heartless," she said, "open your mouth."
I did as she said and she dangled it from the window for me to collect. I carefully pulled it from her grasp with my teeth and held it there.
The friends squealed with revulsion and delight. They couldn't believe it. I was the biggest creep and loser in the world.
Hard to argue with that.
Shannon smirked down at me triumphantly. "I don't know if that's enough for the bus or not. I don't really care. Go hang around the men's room and I'm sure you'll find some old fat guy desperate enough to pay you a dime to suck his sock. Maybe in an hour or two, you'll make two dollars."
Her friends all laughed at her awesome joke.
"Oh," added Shannon, "and you'd better not tell your dumb ass mom about this. I don't care what time you get home tonight. If she asks, you'll say you stayed out late with us."
I sniffled and nodded with the dollar bill in my mouth. "Yes, Miss Shannon."
Your queen.
*
It started to rain shortly after Shannon's Bentley had zoomed out of sight.
See? Even God hates you.
I went back to the mall, drenched and bedraggled, and was able to change the dollar into quarters to use the pay phone. I called home, hoping Mom would be back from Aunt Martha's to pick me up, but no such luck. It just rang and rang with no answer.
I wondered if she was waiting for me back at the mansion. She would have a long wait if that was the case.
What would Shannon say when she was asked why I wasn't with her? Whatever it was, she would get away with it. I knew my mom would not dare question her with Aunt Martha present.
There was nothing for it but to make the long walk home. It was far too embarrassing to ask around for change for the bus.
The rain never eased up. It was as if the universe was punishing me for being so pathetic. I hugged my body for warmth, annoyed I'd forgotten to bring a jacket and got thoroughly soaked.
Cars would occasionally splash me with puddles as I maneuvered around traffic over roads completely unsuitable for pedestrians. Somehow, it made my suffering easier to bear if I imagined it was Shannon's Bentley drenching me in water.
It was almost midnight by the time I'd made it home, sniveling and shivering. I was annoyed to see Mom's car parked on the street. Obviously, whatever Shannon told her had been enough for her to not bother to go out looking for me. I looked at the house and saw no lights on. Not only had she abandoned me, she hadn't even cared enough to wait up for me.
After everything I'd been through, the least I was hoping for was a hug. Apparently, I didn't matter enough even for that.
Of course not. Why do you think you deserve love?
I was ready for an argument. I may have been too scared and aroused by Shannon and her friends to stand up for myself, but not with Mom.
At least she'd left the door off the latch. I stormed inside, yelling for her to come meet me.
It was dark and quiet. I turned on the lights and opened the door to the living room. I knew she often slept on the couch.
I froze in the doorway as I saw her. She was slumped in her armchair, head lolled, her eyes bulbous and wide, with white foam dried over her chin. An empty bottle of pills was on the side table.
There was no need to check for a pulse. I already knew she was dead.
- I looked down at my worn-out sneakers and compared them to Shannon's pristine Mary Jane pumps, feeling a pang of embarrassment.
- The thought of submitting to Shannon's bullying sent a shiver down my spine, but the devil on my shoulder urged me to embrace it, promising thrill in the humiliation.
- I cringed at the term 'peasant' and the expectation of submission, but the allure of lezdom and dubcon games was hard to resist.
- As we arrived at the exclusive mall, I could see the Mean Girls of Paradise Hills lurking in the corners, eyes filled with amusement as they observed our 'unfortunate' wardrobe choices.
- Shannon's voice echoed in my head, "Be extra nice to them, Julia. If they see you as a potential toy, you might just earn your way into their exclusive lesdom gang."