Revenge Contest: The Date, Conclusion

[*Lady Lucia*]

PART TWELVE

“You can do better, Hallie.”

The moment Hallie finished the recording, Tara bombarded her with ways to improve. “More seductive, slut.” “Make sure your boobs are in the shot.” “Hallie, you need to smirk.” “Again, slut.” “Not quite, slut. Again.” Between each recording, Tara took the phone and played it out loud. While she and Liv ‘studied’ the footage each time, Hallie had to awkwardly stand there and listen to her own voice saying the mortifying words over and over.

In total, Hallie ended up recording herself seven times. By the end, she had the camera poised up and slightly away from herself so it was a healthy combination of her face and her bare chest. Giving a knowing smirk into the camera, the same one she always used when flirting with boys, Hallie repeated the increasingly familiar words.

“My name is Hallie, and I’m a total slut. Do you want to fuck me?” The last two words were half whispered as she stared right into the camera with a seductive gaze. She stopped the recording and handed the phone back to Tara, praying it would be the last time. Someone could come around the corner at any minute.

Like usual, Tara played it back. When Hallie’s sultry voice faded, Tara just nodded. “Not bad, slut. Here.” She threw the towel to Hallie. “Meet me in my office.” Without another word, she strutted right past Hallie back towards the restaurant.



“Tara, wait!” Hallie desperately grabbed the towel out of the air and immediately wrapped it around her bare form. She had already forgotten just how small it was. The tops of her breasts were still fully visible, and any wrong move would reveal parts of her lower half. “S-someone might see . . .” she whined.

“Better they see you in a towel than in nothing at all. But if you don’t want the towel, then-”

“No! No, I do want it. I just-”

“For the last time, Hallie. You’re a slut. You don’t need clothes.”

After the blunt, insulting reply, Tara added a final task for Liv. 'Stay at the back door until Hallie’s in the office. Then check outside and grab the dress if the boys left it.' Tara gave another stern order for Hallie to join her in the office, then turned on her heel and disappeared around the corner.

“Seriously, what kind of girl sleeps with another girl’s boyfriend?” Liv asked. “Get moving, slut. Or you’ll lose your towel privileges.”

Hallie didn’t need to be told twice. The distance between the other hallway and Tara’s office was only a few steps, but the idea of anyone looking that way and noticing her toweled self was plenty embarrassing. Naked would be a hundred times worse. She turned away from Liv and nervously followed Tara’s route. Hallie paused to peek around the corner and make sure no one was on their way into or out of the bathrooms in the hall leading back to the office. The coast was clear. Knowing anyone could be in the bathrooms or on their way to one of them, Hallie sprinted down the hall as best as she was able in the small towel.

She didn’t stop. Knowing every second was another risk, she immediately bolted for Tara’s office. The moment she placed her hand on the doorknob, Hallie had a mini heart attack at the thought of being locked out. Considering how bitter Tara seemed, she wouldn’t put it past the girl.

Thank God. It was unlocked.

Hallie burst into the office and hastily closed the door behind her. She found Tara comfortably seated behind the desk, looking smug and in control with Hallie’s phone in her hand. “Drop the towel, slut. Time for more photos.”

More.

Photos?!

Hallie wanted to argue. Wanted to scream. She had done SO much already. Why hadn’t Tara just slapped her in the face, and/or told everyone what she did? At this point, Hallie would have preferred even the second option to this. Somehow, outdoor photos had seemed like the worst thing ever. Turns out, being indoors didn’t help much. The idea of being naked and doing a photoshoot when there were dozens of people on the other side of the office door was just as bad, if not a little worse.

It’s not like she had much of a choice. “Any particular pose you want, Tara?” Hallie sighed. She removed the towel, bunched it up, and threw it onto the ground. Maybe if she acted like this didn’t bother her, Tara would get tired of it.

“Glad you asked.” Tara said, “Let’s start by spreading those legs, slut.”

For the next few minutes, Hallie basically suffered through a reprise of everything she had been through outside. Various poses of her standing, leaning, sitting, squatting, and everything in between. Aside from the poses and facial expressions, Tara utilized the room to its full potential. She had Hallie pose in the office chair, on the short filing cabinet, and on the desk in a number of ways. And, like outside, she rounded out the photos by making Hallie take countless selfies throughout the office.

“Hmm, what would dear Jakey think of you?” Tara mused. She took the phone back to browse the most recent round of selfies.

‘Jake! Oh my God.’ Hallie had completely forgotten about him. This was supposed to be an amazing date night with her boyfriend. They were supposed to sleep together for the first time after dinner. Hallie had been so lost in her nudity and the mortifying tasks that she had temporarily forgotten what led up to it.

As if reading her mind, Tara leaned back in her chair with a smirk. “Don’t worry, Liv is taking care of it. He thinks you’re waiting for your dress to dry. Such a patient boy! Do you think he’d leave and never call you again if he knew how much you sleep around?”

Hallie didn’t answer.

Like outside, she was made to repeat a number of selfies that weren’t quite up to Tara’s standards. And again. And again. Finally, Tara deemed them “good enough.” Then she carefully looked around the office for any last minute photo ideas that might work in the limited space.

By the time Tara had exhausted all her creative ideas, it was painfully obvious what kind of story Hallie’s phone would tell - that Hallie was a slut both indoors AND outdoors. And not a single of inch of her body would be left to the imagination if Tara chose to do anything with the enormous collection of photos.

And Tara knew it.

“Okay, slut. Just one more little thing, and you’re free to go.”

A million thoughts raced through Hallie’s mind. ‘What am I going to wear?’ ‘What are you going to do with all these photos?’ ‘Do I get my phone back?’ ‘Seriously, what are you going to do with all these photos?!'

But she didn’t ask any of that. With her hands by her sides like Tara constantly reminded her to do when not posing, and with her entire body exposed like it had been ever since Liv yanked her towel away outside, Hallie just nervously asked “What thing . . .?”

“It should be easy enough for a slut like you,” Tara said. She twirled Hallie’s phone in her hand, leaning back against the foggy glass wall. The edges of her lips curled up as she blatantly gave Hallie a once-over, taking her time with the dramatic pause. And finally, she answered.

“You’re going to spread your legs. And then, Hallie, you’re going to play with yourself on video.”

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[*Lady Lucia*]

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[*Lady Lucia*]

PART THIRTEEN

For a moment, Hallie was frozen.

No gasp of surprise, no eyes widening, no jaw dropping. Nothing but letting Tara’s words wash over her. Nothing about her mortifying task was subtle or vague, but Hallie still felt as if time slowed down as she attempted to process what was being asked of her.

It was so personal. SO personal. Despite her numerous flings and one-night-stands, Hallie had never touched herself for a guy’s viewing pleasure. They could touch her and penetrate her all they wanted, but self pleasure had always been limited to her own bedroom. But Tara was suggesting (well, demanding) that she do it not only in an almost-public space, and in front of her, but also for the camera . . .

Before Hallie could even begin to find the words to protest or beg, Tara broke the silence. “Sit on the desk, slut. Spread your legs. Don’t you dare try to fake it. And Hallie? You are not to touch your chest.”

As she stood there naked and speechless, Hallie’s cheeks turned crimson. Tara was referring to a ‘Truth’ that Hallie gave during a girls’ night a year or two back. They had secured some alcohol from a friend’s older cousin, and the ever flowing drinks led to a more intense ‘Truth or Dare’ game than the girls normally played. One ‘Truth’ Hallie ended up answering was “What’s your favorite way to play with yourself?” And, in her drunken state, she answered more honestly than she might have if asked in a different setting. “One hand between my legs, one hand fondling my chest.” Hallie probably used a less proper word than ‘fondling,’ but half that night was a bit of a blur.

Tara obviously wanted it to be more difficult for Hallie to succeed, as if a camera and a one person audience weren’t enough pressure. Or maybe Tara just wanted Hallie’s bare breasts in the shot throughout the whole video. Probably both.

“Tara . . .” Hallie looked at her friend with pleading eyes. Truthfully, Hallie had already halfway given in. Not only was there all the blackmail, but there were also Tara’s recent words. ‘Just one more little thing, and then you’re done.’ Daunting as the given task was, it was paired with a glimmer of hope.

And then Tara began counting.

“One.”

“Two.”

Hallie didn’t even realize what was happening until “Two.” The classic parental counting only goes to ‘three,’ so the first two numbers were enough to get Hallie moving. “Okay, okay!” she exclaimed. In one not so smooth motion, she scurried over to the desk and hopped onto it, immediately wincing at the unexpected feeling. The wooden surface was smooth and cool underneath her bare ass cheeks, and not at all the kind of thing she would normally find herself on while naked. Being photographed on it earlier clearly wasn't enough for her to get used to such a texture.

“Spread your legs, slut.”

It was one of the first poses Hallie was made to do in the office, but the demanding, demeaning way in which she was now ordered caused Hallie’s blush to darken again. Nevertheless, she complied with no further argument or resistance. Per Tara’s instructions, Hallie scooted back a little on the desk and spread her legs as wide as they could go, bending them up and out to fully offer herself to both her hands and to the camera.

Tara snapped a few more photos as Hallie adjusted her body for the video, then positioned herself and the phone for the main event. “Close your eyes, Hallie.”

Hallie nervously sat on the desk with her legs splayed and her breasts bare to the world, taking a nervous gulp as Tara was fiddling with the phone. And when Tara said that step, Hallie closed her eyes without objection, albeit hesitantly.

And then it was time. “Go on, slut. Get started.”

Despite her closed lids only showing darkness, Hallie could still visualize the phone aimed at her naked body. She knew that she had to start somewhere, had to do something, or she would suffer the consequences. Normally, Hallie would tease herself by trailing her hand down to her lower region, letting her bare stomach and waist feel the temptation of her warm hand dropping lower and lower.

In this uncomfortable setting, however, all she could manage was immediately reaching down with her left hand and subtly rubbing herself. Hallie’s other hand kept a casual grip on the side of the desk, as she decided that holding something would help her avoid the habit of reaching up to grab at her breasts. Not really having a line between pleasure and ‘performance,’ Hallie was fairly quick to slip a finger inside herself, alternating between little rubs and strokes like she normally did.

With her eyes closed, and her finger hesitantly ‘exploring’ her most sacred space, Hallie couldn’t stop herself from taking a shaky inhale when she hit a good spot. ‘Oh God,’ she thought to herself. That was a twitch of pleasure. She wasn’t enjoying being filmed, but she was also intimately familiar with her own body, and was perfectly adept at pleasuring herself. Even that little touch was enough to make Hallie realize that Tara’s presence wouldn’t be enough to keep her from reacting to certain feelings.

If there was ever a time to stop, it would be now. While she was still somewhat grounded and aware of what was going on.

But she didn’t.

Somehow, Hallie managed to keep her eyes closed after the first twinge of lust. Seeing Tara with a phone in her hand would ruin her momentum, and that ruined momentum would lead to her reputation and dignity being destroyed via hundreds of photos.

Instead of opening her eyes and slamming her legs shut to protect her modesty, Hallie gave herself another tentative rub. Bare legs still splayed as she sat on the desk, she unfroze the rest of her hand from the momentary hesitation and let her finger slide back inside herself. For an agonizing minute or so, Hallie awkwardly touched herself, trying to focus on the feeling of her hand, rather than the camera on the other side of her closed eyelids.

Finally, she found her rhythm again, and a breathy, involuntary moan escaped her lips before she could hold it back. Hallie gripped the edge of the desk more tightly with her other hand, lightly blushing as pleasure met mortifying reality once again. ‘And Hallie? You are not to touch your chest.’ Even in Hallie’s mild haze, Tara’s words came back to her. Frustrated, Hallie added a second finger and slid them both a little deeper, touching herself in just the right way in an attempt to will all other thoughts to go away so she could focus.

It worked.

Hallie took a more sharp inhale as her fingers shifted against another perfect spot, and she let out a faint, audible moan as she stayed there and worked the area, tilting her head back just as involuntarily as the sounds that she elicited. Little by little, Hallie’s inhibitions and awareness slipped away as she lost herself in her own little lust-filled world.

She didn’t know why, but her other hand felt attached to the wooden desk amidst the growing waves of pleasure. Hallie gripped it like she would grip sheets on a bed, though it had none of that soft give. As she increased her speed and intensity, her voice began catching in her throat, only allowing shallow breaths and short gasps in response to the sensations. Disjointed thoughts swirled through her mind; of Jake, of Mark, of the latest online video she had seen.

Hallie couldn’t stop. Not now. It was all too much, and she was too close, and going the rest of the way was the only option her body gave her. Nearing her peak, Hallie's mouth was slightly open, her facial lips perpetually parted in the most slutty visual from her little gasps. Going faster and faster, Hallie tilted her head back, and finally cried out and fully moaned from the thrill of release.

Still mildly lost in the height of her own pleasure, Hallie gradually slowed down her movements and lightly panted as she finished things out. As the jolts slowed to a dull pulse, and the wet feeling on her fingers and hand reminded her that self pleasure isn’t the most clean activity, Hallie became keenly aware of her bare ass touching cool wood. Her eyes slowly flitted open, and the reality before her made any lingering pleasure vanish immediately.

Her own phone filming her, and a smirking Tara holding it.

[*Lady Lucia*]

PART FOURTEEN

When Tara saw Hallie’s eyes trained on the phone, she immediately stopped the video. If her temporarily lustful ex-friend were a porn star, she’d have the instinct to smirk into the camera or say something sexy afterwards. But she wasn’t. Tara couldn’t count on Hallie to not ruin the video with a lame reaction or a little freak out at the end. Instead, she stopped it in a way that would show a girl pleasuring herself and coming back to reality, and that’s it.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Tara said, her own smirk still present. Stuffing the phone back into her bra, she walked right up to Hallie. Tara’s amused smile vanished, leaving a scowl in its place.

*SLAP*

Hallie was still coming to grips with the fact that she had not only fingered herself to completion while naked on Tara’s desk, but that the whole thing was caught on video. But before she could fully come down from the self-given pleasure, Tara struck her hard across the face.

Hallie gasped at the shock and the pain, but Tara wasn’t done yet.

“That’s for sleeping with Mark,” she said. Her voice was cold and emotionless, despite the roughness of the slap and her fierce, narrowed eyes. Hallie opened her mouth to say something, anything, but never made it that far.

*SLAP* Tara slapped her just as hard, if not harder, on the same cheek. “You’re a total slut, Hallie.” *SLAP* “You’re a shitty friend.” *SLAP* “And that was the only pleasure you're going to get tonight. Your date is over."

Hallie prematurely winced, bracing herself for a fifth slap on the same side, but it never came. Instead, Tara gently cupped the rosy cheek that had been struck four times in a row. She looked right into Hallie’s eyes, almost in a position for two people to kiss if it were any other situation. “If you want to keep your precious dignity,” Tara whispered, though it was more aggressive than seductive, “Meet me out back. NOW.”

Then Tara stepped away as quickly as she had arrived, leaving Hallie sitting naked and alone on the desk, legs still partially spread. Tara snatched the towel off the ground where Hallie had thrown it earlier, gave Hallie one last threatening look, and then left the office without another word.

Tara had opened and closed the office door quickly, though it was enough to make Hallie reflexively cover herself with her arms. When the door closed, no one was there to see her or to take pictures of her any more, but Hallie still felt the need to keep her arms in place to defend her private areas. Willing herself to take the arm away from her bare chest, she tenderly rubbed her sore cheek, eyes watery from everything that just happened. No one had ever spoken to her like that, and she had certainly never been slapped in the face.

Pleasuring herself. Camera. Struck over and over on the cheek.

In the midst of processing everything from the last few minutes, Hallie finally registered Tara’s parting words. If she didn’t want the damning collection of pictures and videos to go out into the world, she had to move. She had to move now. Without the towel to defend her, Hallie got up from the desk and tentatively placed her hand on the doorknob, blushing deeply at what she was about to do. It was only a few steps from the office to the hallway with the restrooms, but those few steps left her totally exposed to the whole restaurant.

Taking a shaky breath in an attempt to calm herself, Hallie went for it. Cracking the door just enough to slip her naked body through, she ran for the hallway. The white noise of the restaurant was enough to mask anyone at one of the tables potentially pointing out her naked self, but it didn’t save her from the tween girl around the corner waiting to use one of the bathrooms.

“It was a dare!” Hallie blurted out.

She sprinted past the younger girl, knowing full well that her bare ass was impossible to hide as she ran away. Thankfully, no one else stood between her and the back door. Arms still covering her front half as best as she was able, Hallie burst out onto the familiar stone deck, suddenly eager to be naked outdoors again compared to streaking where people were for sure all around. It was darker now, which meant a much lower risk of being seen.

*SLAP*

She was greeted with Tara’s hand striking her across her face again. “Took you long enough.” Tara glared at her for a moment, then stepped back and pointed out towards the field. “Okay, Hallie. I’m done with you. Go home, slut.”

Hallie’s heart dropped, and her eyes widened. ‘What . . .?’ There was no towel to be seen. No dress or spare outfit.
Tara couldn’t possibly mean . . .

“T-Tara! I need something-”

“No. You don’t. What have I been saying this whole time? A slut like you doesn’t need clothes.”

“But- That’s- That’s not-” Hallie fumbled over her words. She had never been so inarticulate in her life. All she did was sleep with a few boys! Hallie didn’t even consider herself a ‘slut’ in that regard, let alone one who was a crazy exhibitionist. “Tara, please. It’s . . . that’s- that’s five miles! Maybe six . . . Wait!” she suddenly exclaimed, “No, you said I didn’t have to! You said if I did a photoshoot, I wouldn’t have to go home naked!”

“Wrong, Hallie.” Tara crossed her arms. Her tone was just as cold, and her eyes showed no mercy. “I said you could run home if you didn’t want to do a photoshoot. I never said it was one or the other.”

“Th-that’s not fair!”

“You know what else isn’t fair? Fucking someone else’s boyfriend.”

“Tara, please! I’m sorry!!” Hallie exclaimed. This couldn’t be happening to her. She had posed in the most promiscuous, inappropriate, and revealing ways. She had- she had touched herself and moaned on camera! After allowing herself to be photographed and filmed like that and having nothing to show for it . . . well, it wasn’t fair! If she knew, she would have just run home earlier and let Tara post that single blurry photo. But now . . .

Tara reached into her bra and pulled out the phone. “Weak apology, Hallie. How about this?” She snapped another photo with the volume on for effect, even though Hallie’s arms protected her for that particular shot. “Spend those five miles thinking about what you did wrong. Give me a proper apology tomorrow. And then we’ll talk about whether these photos will ever see the light of day or not.”

“But-”

“No buts, Hallie. If you leave right now, I promise not to show you to anyone. Sound fair?”

Hallie nervously gulped. Five to six naked, barefoot miles. Tara keeping possession of her phone and everything on it. Standing Jake up.

She became keenly aware of her nudity all over again, the feeling of her bare breasts on her left arm making her feel more nervous than safe, despite being covered. No matter how long Hallie had been without clothes, she never really got used to it. Every new step of Tara’s plan just brought on wave after wave of embarrassment.

“Okay . . .” Hallie muttered, glancing away.

“That’s a good slut.” Tara took Hallie’s shoulders and turned her towards the edge of the deck, placing an assertive hand on her bare back like she did when guiding her inside a while ago. “Go, Hallie.” Unbeknownst to Hallie, Tara wound up with her other hand. Then she brought it cracking down on the naked girl’s bare ass with a resounding *SMACK* “Run!”

Hallie yelped. Cheeks turning crimson one last time by Tara’s hand (literally, this time), Hallie felt like she had no choice but to obey. Not wanting to be spanked again, and definitely not wanting the damning photos or videos to be seen by anyone else, Hallie began running.

Arm over chest, hand over crotch, Hallie fled from the restaurant with her bare ass and all the non-private parts of her body still perfectly exposed for the world to see.

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Author’s note: For a fleeting moment, I thought this would end up with 14 parts. Amusingly appropriate, since it’s a Valentine’s story. But I couldn’t quite do it. So rather than “Part Fifteen,” stay tuned for a “Conclusion.” It’s the best I can do XD

[Revengedpirate]

I’m going to miss Tara and Hallie. I’ve loved reading about the pair. Actually feel sorry for both of them. Hallie shouldn’t of cheated and Tara is extremely hurt. It’s a shame it has to end. But it’s a great story and can’t wait for the conclusion. Thanks for writing such a fantastic story.

[*Lady Lucia*]

CONCLUSION

Tara let out a deep exhale.

As bitter as she was towards her former friend, keeping such a bitchy routine going for so long without cracking was still tough. Part of her still wanted to scream at Hallie, but she somehow managed to keep it all in. She was cold and ruthless. Hallie was helpless and naked.

Tara watched Hallie’s bare backside with a smirk at as the nude girl sprinted across the edge of parking lot, then raced for cover in the trees. “Slut.” Tara muttered. Fuck promises. The moment Hallie’s pale ass was out of sight, Tara leaned back against the metal railing and pulled out Hallie’s phone. A few swipes and uploads later, and the damage was done. Hallie totally splayed as her Facebook profile picture. A whole album of her nudes uploaded alongside it. A status about how she wanted the world to see every inch of her. Rinse and repeat on Instagram.

To kill two birds with one stone, part of Tara’s scheme for the night involved handing Liv the Assistant Manager reins. That way, her accomplice could get some much needed leadership experience to pair with Tara’s future recommendation, and Tara was free to finish things up with Hallie. Considering Liv hadn’t bothered her in the office or on the back deck so far, Tara had to assume things were still running smoothly.

Just for good measure, Tara posted every pic and video on a handful of random online sites as well. Most amateur girls wouldn’t give a real name, but Tara didn’t give a shit about Hallie’s privacy. She tagged each album with both first and last name. It took nearly a full 30 minutes to upload the enormous collection. Thankfully, Tara had done her research, and had already found all the dirty sites that allowed her to upload full albums of pictures, so she could select every photo from Hallie’s photoshoot at once, rather than doing them individually.

And, finally, she sent out the “Do you want to /fuck me/?” video to every guy in Hallie’s phone, and the masturbating video to every boy AND girl in her contacts. Except for family. Tara knew Hallie never friended relatives on Facebook and Insta, as she’d rather keep those platforms exclusive to friends. Saves worrying about what some people will might say or think about bikini shots, revealing party outfits, etc. It definitely saved Hallie this time, for now.

But Tara liked the idea of not sending anything to family. Not because she had any mercy for the slut, but because it would be fun to make her squirm. Once Hallie saw what all was out there, she would constantly be sweating about relatives possibly seeing it.

No matter what, the girl was fucked. Plenty of people would be able to save the social media pics before Facebook and Instagram took them down, and definitely before Hallie got home. There was more than enough out there online on top of that for the pics to circle like wildfire without Tara needing to get more involved.

“Sorry, Jake.” Tara said, humming the words to herself as she typed them out on the final text. The only boy NOT getting nudes or videos. “My ex called. He was lonely tonight, and needed someone to be with. You understand, right?” That should do it. Aaaand ‘send.’

Once she saw that the text had gone through, Tara turned off the phone’s Wi-Fi and cellular data and sauntered back to her office. Closing the door behind her, she grabbed a hammer from a nearby drawer and slammed it into the screen a few times. As good as ruining Hallie via uploaded pictures felt, the physical act of taking several whacks at her expensive smart phone was wonderfully satisfying as well. Aside from being the icing on the cake, it was also to cover her own ass. Tara doubted her ex friend would come after her for this, as Hallie would be much too busy being mortified and hiding from the world, but she had to be prepared just in case.

Aside from everything happening at the restaurant, there was nothing tying Tara to Hallie’s soon to be scandal. Everything had been done on Hallie’s phone. All the posts were typed in the way Hallie typed. Half of the photos were selfies, so it could be assumed the other half were posed while the phone was propped on a timer. Or taken by a slutty friend who was with her. If the backdrop of her manager’s office was claimed as ‘evidence,’ Tara could point out that Hallie merely snuck back there the same way she snuck outside to strip. She’s clearly an attention seeking whore, after all.

All that considered, it probably wouldn’t come to finger pointing, but Tara did have her future to consider. No connection on the phone meant no ‘Find my iPhone,’ though that would hardly matter anyway. Tara planned on chucking the phone into the river on her way home. Not only did a myriad of shows and movies teach her little serial killer notes about not keeping the evidence around, but Tara also had weeks to plan this revenge. She had all the time in the world to consider the ramifications of her plan, and now she was certain that everything would solely fall on Hallie.

Just one more thing to do. This was more for personal satisfaction. Tara doubted Hallie would find out, but she still couldn’t help herself.

She brushed back her hair and smoothed out her black dress, taking off the name tag for now. Everyone working tonight knew who she was, and nothing was more unattractive than a cheap piece of plastic pinned to your chest. Letting her victorious smirk fade into a more nonchalant smile, Tara left the solitude of the back deck and strutted back into the dining area of the restaurant. There he was. Jake Hawthorn, looking classy in his vest and handsomely brushed hair. Looking a little forlorn as he gazed at his phone.

“Hey, Jake?” Rather than stand above him like a waitress, Tara sat down across him in the booth like a friend. “I just ran into Hallie. Looks like you got the news too.” She placed a hand on his, meeting his eyes with a consoling expression. “I know. It’s an awful thing to do. I tried to make her stay, but she’s kind of a shitty person.”

“I didn’t even know she was still talking with an ex,” Jake muttered. Thank God. He looked more frustrated and annoyed than sad.

“She always does this,” Tara lied. She gave a light squeeze to his hand. “You don’t need her, Jake. Any girl would be SO lucky to have a guy like you.” Pause for effect. Tara waited until he glanced back from his phone to her eyes, then continued. “Hey! There’s still plenty of night left. How about this? My shift is over in a few. Let me take you out somewhere more fun than this stuffy place!”

“Says the one who works at this stuffy place,” he chuckled, then glanced back at his screen for a second. “I don’t know, Tara. I might just call it.”

“Hey, I only work here so I can make enough money to treat boys in need to a night out!” Tara winked. Knowing that it was best to leave a guy wanting more, she slid her hand off of his and stood back up, only to lean back down and prop herself up on the table with one hand. The perfect way to show off a little cleavage while keeping the friendly facade. “Ten minutes, Jake. No ‘buts.’ I’ll meet you out front!”

Not waiting for a reply, Tara stood back up with a smile and turned on her heel, heading up to the front podium to check in with the girl in charge of hosting, and to double check that things were running smoothly for Liv. And, of course, to give Jake a view of her ass as she lightly swayed her hips while walking away. The cute boy had already got an eyeful of her chest, so it was only fair he got to see the rest.

Who knows? Maybe Jake would get lucky tonight after all.

[Executionus]

I'd say this qualifies as extreme revenge. I had a feeling Tara was going to seal the deal by sleeping with Jake, just to bring poetic closure to the story. It was all very well done!

[swguy123]

Loved the story, great conclusion! One of the best ENF stories!

[Nikolai]

I absolutely loved this story, it felt very believable and real, a bit more of a realistic approach than we usually take, I was worried for a bit that Hallie might be getting off to easy, the walk home would have been terrible of course but Tara hadn't "ruined" her, the conclusion and posting of the pictures changed my mind on that, very well written, can't wait to see more from you.