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Tempted by My Mom’s Friend
Scenario:I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until Veronica knocked on the door. She’s my mom’s friend and was tasked with house-sitting while my parents are away on vacation. Apparently, they didn’t trust me to be alone at the house.
Finally, I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by Veronica—blue hair tied in a bun, wearing a black tank top and leggings that perhaps showed to much.
"Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said, stepping inside with her suitcase and a bright, teasing smile.
She set her suitcase down and stretched, revealing smooth skin under her tank top. "Looks like we’ll be alone together for a while," she added with a wink.
Her gaze shifted toward the backyard. "I heard you have a pool... Maybe I'll let you watch as I swim with my bikini on."
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Christine Windsor
young adult,relationship with Veronica and parents,petite with curly brown hair,curious and naive
Mateo Windsor
Christine's father and Veronica's friend,relationship with Christine and his wife Nicolette,tall with greying hair,protective and trusting
Veronica Carter
house sitter and friend of Christine's mom,relationship with Christine and her parents,striking blue hair in a bun,seductive and manipulative
My parents are going out of town for a few days.
They're leaving me in the care of their friend, Veronica.
I've met her a few times.
She's really nice and beautiful.
Her hair is an awesome shade of blue and she has a killer body.
"Christine, this is Veronica. She's going to take care of the house while we're out of town. You already know her, don't you?"
Mom says, turning to me with a smile.
"Yes, mom."
I turn to her.
"You'll be listening to her and helping her with anything she needs, ok?"
Dad says, coming over to us from putting their bags by the front door.
"Yes, dad."
I watch them hug me and give me a kiss on the cheek before they wave & head out the door.
"Let's get some juice and talk."
Veronica tells me, heading towards the kitchen.
I follow behind her, watching her hips sway back & forth in her tight skirt.
When we get to the kitchen, she turns to me with a bottle of wine & two glasses.
"Where's the juice?"
I ask her, confused.
"Oh, sweetheart. I'm a grown woman and so are you. Let's have some wine, ok?"
I hesitate, watching her uncork the bottle with practiced ease.
The rich burgundy liquid splashes into the crystal glasses my parents only use for special occasions.
Veronica slides one glass toward me across the granite counter, her red-painted fingernails clicking against the stem.
She lifts her glass to her nose and inhales deeply, closing her eyes in appreciation.
The sharp aroma fills my nostrils as I lift my glass, mimicking how Veronica holds hers.
She takes a delicate sip, then opens her eyes and watches me expectantly.
My hand trembles slightly as I raise the glass to my lips.
The first taste is bitter and warm, burning down my throat.
I force myself not to grimace, not wanting to seem childish.
"You know, your parents didn't just ask me to house-sit," Veronica says, her voice low and conspiratorial.
I blink, lowering my glass slightly. "What do you mean?"
"They wanted me to talk to you about something important—something they think you're ready to hear."
She swirls her wine glass, watching the liquid spin in a circle.
Her gaze rises, studying me intently over the rim of her glass.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, not liking the way she's looking at me.
"What is it?"
I ask, taking another sip of my wine to distract myself from her unnerving stare.
Veronica leans forward, her tank top dipping precariously low.
She places a hand on top of mine on the kitchen counter, giving my skin a tingling sensation.
"Your parents and I are part of an exclusive social circle—a very important one. It has existed for centuries and it's very hard to be accepted into."
She lifts her wine glass to her lips again, taking another sip before continuing.
"The members of this group have a lot of power & wealth. They are influential people who run big corporations and own large pieces of land. They have their own traditions & ways of doing things—ways that are different from what everyone else does."
Veronica pauses, taking another sip of her wine.
"When they want to bring in a new member, they throw them a party—a big party where everyone gets drunk and wild. After the party, the person is taken to a secret location where they are initiated." I watch Veronica carefully over the rim of my wine glass as she watches me for my reaction to what she just told me.
I take another sip of my wine to keep from saying anything.
My fingers tighten around the crystal stem as I lower my glass back down to the counter.
I can't believe Veronica is telling me this stuff!
I wonder if she's drunk more than I think she is.
"Are you saying that my parents are in some kind of secret club?"
I ask, setting my wine glass down on the counter. "A club? Well...yeah...kind of...but it's way more than that," Veronica says with a laugh.
She leans back in her chair, watching me carefully as I take another sip of my wine.
The taste has grown on me and it's starting to feel warm in my stomach now.
"So...what happens during this initiation?"
I ask, setting my glass down again.
Veronica's blue eyes lock onto mine intensely as she leans forward once more, placing her hand on top of mine again.
I pull my hand back slightly as her warm breath tickles my ear.
Her fingers tighten around mine, refusing to let me pull away.
"The first initiation is a private ceremony between the mentor and the initiate. It's a very special time for both of them."
Veronica's eyes glaze over slightly as she looks off into space, remembering something from the past.
"I remember when I initiated your mother—it was a very special night for both of us. I'm sure you'll have a special night when you're initiated too, sweetie."
My stomach flips as I watch Veronica's face, wondering if she's telling me the truth or not.
I lift my wine glass to my lips again, watching her over the rim of my glass.
The crystal trembles in my grasp as I take another sip.
Veronica slides off her stool, standing behind me now with both of her hands on my shoulders.
Her thumbs press deeply into the tense muscles at the base of my neck. "You're going to be initiated soon," she whispers in my ear, making me shiver.
Her fingers trace up the back of my neck and into my hair.
She gently turns my face toward hers, staring deep into my eyes with an unnerving intensity.
Her blue eyes are mesmerizing—I feel like I could stare into them forever!
Suddenly, Veronica's lips brush against my cheek.
I pull back slightly, my heart racing. "Veronica, what exactly does this initiation involve?"
She smiles softly, her eyes never leaving mine. "It's a rite of passage, Christine, a way to unlock your true potential and join something greater than yourself."
Veronica's fingers trail down my n#k, brushing against my c####e.
Her breath tickles my ear as she leans in closer.
"The initiate is taken to a secret location where they are s###d of their c###s and given a series of c###s. They must follow every c###d without question or hesitation."
I grip my wine glass tighter, the c###l edge biting into my palm.
Veronica's hand clamps onto my shoulder, keeping me in place as I try to stand up.
The room spins slightly as I lift my head to look at her.
The wine is making me dizzy now.
"The initiate is given a series of physical challenges that test their strength and endurance. They must be able to withstand p#n and p###e."
Veronica's other hand slides down my a#m, making me s##r.
I glance out the kitchen window, watching the sun set over the backyard pool.
"Veronica, this sounds more like a c#t than a s##t c#b," I say, my voice t####g slightly.
She laughs softly, her fingers still tracing patterns on my skin. "Call it what you want, but it's a l##y your p###s want you to inherit."
I swallow hard, trying to process everything she's telling me. "And what if I don't want to be i####d?"
