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It was just another day of school, just going from class to class and keeping to herself. Not that she wasn’t social. She loved talking to people. The problem is that none of these people wanted to talk to her. Hardly any of these people see her as a real person. The one person who couldn’t even afford the uniform there. The ones she wore were the old designs from her aunt who went there as a child. When Charlie won the lottery ticket for being able to attend this school with a scholarship, her aunt was more than ready to gift her with it. It was the least she could do, besides it was Charlie’s only option without wasting her hard earned money on something that could have gone to rent for the family. But the uniform could only pair up so well with cheap looking makeup and dark natural red hair that only looked like it had so much done to take care of it. By no means did it look ugly to the normal eye but the people who went to this school were like hawks. They could smell any brand of perfume you would wear. They could tell what store you went to for eye shadow just by looking. And that’s what everyone here cared for.

As she walked down the halls during lunch, ready to eat a sandwich she packed from home something suddenly yanked her hair back and dragged her for a small second. From behind emerged Georgie. Her perfect blonde hair that curled ever so slightly down her shoulders. Her slim arms and soft hands resting on her hips that didn’t have much weight to them. But they had so much power attached to the head. Well. The head of student body, that is. The one everyone knew and loved. Who threw the greatest parties and held everyone’s respect. She stood in front of Charlie and gazed upon her while two of her lackeys, Sabrina and Zahra who each held part of Charlie down. One held her hair on the other held her arms.

After the shock of the surprise attack wore off Charlie noticed her struggles to be fruitless, sure she was a strong looking girl, but at the end of the day, the two holding her down have been part of club teams and working out at nice gyms.
“What the hell, Georgie? What could possibly be this deep where you need to be doing all this. This is ridiculous”. A small chuckle comes from the other girl

“I know you, and I know you wouldn’t just let me approach you”. Oh this asshole.

“So what you had to sneak up on me like a rabid animal?” She couldn’t believe the disrespect after all the fights they’ve had against one another. She knew how to put up a fight, it’s not her fault they’re crazy people.

“Yes. Exactly. And that’s exactly. What. You. Are” she slowly approaches the shorter girl. “A rat who needs to be kept in a cage.” She grabs Charlie’s cheek and starts pinching slightly. “Or maybe like a dog who still needs to learn that biting only gets a muzzle put on her.” Her soft hands are delicately stroking Charlie’s face. There’s a soft look in Georgie’s eyes. They look condescending but so, so… hungry.

Georgie seemingly snaps back into reality and back into where she was going with this, she clears her throat. “Listen . Tonight my family is hosting an event, it’s to honor my work in school, for earning my scholarships, getting recognized by the mayor of my dedication to the city and its community, along with my awards for my talents in both the viola and cheerleading. Yes I know. Kind of a big deal. But the attention and praise of other high status people only goes so far to uphold a certain image. What really impresses these people. And more importantly the universities I have the opportunity to attend, is the impression I had upon the… vermin of the city. Charity work who depend on the money these families graciously donate just so they can grab another bite for their fat ass children.” As she says this she looks Charlie up and down, who is visibly not that heavy.

Charlie just looks blankly at Georgie. “So.. you just want me at your party”

Georgie smiles. “That’s only part of it. No you’re going to endorse me, but there’s more I want from you.” She goes up to Charlie’s ear and moves her hair “you’re going to be my bitch for the night. I choose what you wear, when you can speak, what you eat. You’re mine. And I know how to make that happen” The face on Charlie’s face is nothing short of unimpressed. What dirt could really be pulled on her. Even so, no one here cared about what she did so what could ruin her reputation

“Oh yeah? What could you possibly say about me to ruin me.”

“Yeah I thought about that. Reeeallyy hard. So I decided maybe this would be better at convincing you” and she pulls something from her bag. A taser. She presses it once or twice to show it off.

“What the hell? Since when did you become supervillain rival instead of sitcom rival. Holy shit, what?” The taser is brought up to her stomach real close. Georgie moves up close in to the shorter girl’s face. “Listen. It doesn’t have to be this deep, I’ll go to your party but you gotta be serious. All this stuff is getting out of hand whether we have a problem or not.” Georgie backs off a little and drops her hand lower. Her face almost looks disappointed. She looks at Charlie and wishes that she had the same competitiveness as her. She wishes she could have her fun without having -at the very least on only her end- the extremely complicated relationship she’s worked so hard to cultivate with Charlie be pinned as something so simple as a rivalry. No. The way Georgie saw it the two of them were in a tango. Both parties believe themselves to be leading. Both trying to dip the other, but Georgie knows that it’s going to be her. She’ll stop at nothing to ensure that she wears the pants in this dance. And maybe. Just maybe…. Charlie will enjoy the submissive side of it, letting go instead of trying to be something she’s not.

Georgie’s dissatisfaction shifts to stubbornness. “You said you’d come. Good. I’ll send a car to pick you up from your home later tonight after school. I’ll be sure to help you get ready and pull yourself together.”

“Alright fine. Just for tonight, okay” Charlie sighed. Now. Georgie never said that. But she replies with a hum. Not really answering the question but making it seem like a yes.

Sabrina and Zahra, the two usually witty guard dogs stayed quiet for this interaction but with a snap of Georgie’s fingers they threw Charlie forward onto the ground and strutted away with their leader. Not before Zahra could pour the remaining coffee from her Stanley onto Charlie’s head while she was still on the ground, leaving her alone as the bell for the final period of the day rang.

Jesus, tonight was going to be rough.

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As Charlie laid on the couch her stomach churned. She played with her hair as it was still drying from the shower she took after school to wash away that coffee. What could possibly happen to her tonight. She knew it couldn’t be that awful but Georgie always had something up her sleeve to make Charlie miserable. But her worrying only increased when she heard the car pull up in front of her trailer home. She pulled herself together and walked out. There was a driver holding the door of a long sleek black limo with shaded windows out front. As Charlie stepped in and sat down she saw she was in the most luxurious place she’d ever seen. And this was just the car. There was a drink cart -clearly not really meant for her- but she takes a cherry from it anyways and eats it to settle her nerves. She even chews on the stem and tries to tie it in her mouth to distract herself. Which she does successfully. But she glances at the window and the stem falls out of her mouth. She’s been in expensive houses before but whatever this was, she didn’t qualify as a house. An estate or mansion more like it.

Typically she feels more comfortable in average clothing. Stylish but closer to street wear. Right now she was wearing dark baggy jeans along with a tube top and a backwards cap. And high top kicks that were obviously off brand air forces. It was all sick in her head but when she saw this house something in her felt a bit of resentment. Especially given how much of a freak all the people she knows who live like this are. She just wanted to slouch and make her face all dirty. She wanted to bite the skin around her nails so her fingers were bleeding and she’d need bandaids. She wanted to trip and scrape her elbows and knees and wear a sweatsuit that made her look heavier than she was. She understood exactly what made her feel like this. She wanted to revel in the inferior position she’s forced into. Enjoy being a rat and embrace it so she can just spit in these assholes faces and no one would care because she has nothing to lose. So she could be in a position to shame the rich for being so pampered that they don’t understand the real world. To rub her sorrows in their faces so they could see real struggle and understand it and not pity or laugh at it.

She caught this train of thought and put it away for now. She wasn’t a miserable person but she had to stop herself from wishing she was just so she could feel superior to those who try to stomp on her everyday. While that’s what she wanted to do she felt if she tried to go that route she’d be more obnoxious and narcissistic as people like Georgie.

Speaking of which, that same tall warm toned girl stood on the top of a staircase in the foyer, holding a half empty glass of water, looking down at Charlie and the maid who escorted her in and quickly scurried away. A look of disgust was infecting Georgie’s face. All she could see was the dirt on Charlie’s face that she was fantasizing about. They have that same fantasy and for the same purpose. To regain control of the relationship between the two of them. Georgie could smell it on Charlie, purposely acting more gruff every once in a while, clearly holding back but wanting to tarnish herself in protest. But Georgie couldn’t have her do that. Then it wouldn’t be on her terms. No, she’d have to put Charlie in an inferior position herself. Beat her into submission. And tonight was just an introduction period.

Georgie snapped her fingers twice just as she does for Sabrina and Zahra when ordering them around. And after two seconds too long of waiting she takes the glass cup she was holding and chucks it toward Charlie. Not hitting her, but close enough to send a few stray shards her way. Causing her to flinch back as she heard Georgie’s voice echo through the room

“That means you come over here Now!” Her voice almost peaks as the shrill of it would have broken the glass had she not already chucked it. A reminder that at the end of the day she’s still just a bratty teenager. Despite this Charlie walks up the stairs in a hurry, meeting Georgie at the top. Georgie inspects her. “Did you bathe before this”

“What kind of question is that.”

“Just answer it.”

“Okay fine. Yes I did.” Georgie raises an eyebrow at that. And she begins to invade Charlie’s space by inserting her face in Charlie’s neck and hair and smelling her. And exiting with a soft hum. “Citrus scented Dove?”

“You’re such a creep, you know that right”

“I’ll get you some perfume. Come on over to my room”

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As they head over to her bedroom her stomach continued to churn. And entering the room felt like it also could’ve been the foyer to a smaller house. There was a bed with a large canopy, a couch with a more seating by it, carpets, a TV setup and an open bathroom door to the left.

After getting settled Charlie’s hair was blown out and her makeup was done. It wasn’t anything too fancy but it really did make a difference to her. She looked nice. But it was too dainty for her style, clearly never something she’d choose herself if she had the choice. And she supposes that’s the point. Georgie just looks at her, admiring her work, brushing her hands through Charlie’s hair and making sure it feels smooth. She wears a dress picked out for her and is styled with jewelry.

Soon arrived her two lackeys. Sabrina and Zahra. Dressed in stylish sleek dresses. The three girls squeal and hug and compliment each other. And at this point completely disregard Charlie’s presence. The three of them sit on the couch and start talking about the guys they know and their opinions about other girls from school. Charlie goes to sit on the bed, not wanting to have to sit in silence next to them. But as she sits she hears a loud whistle from the couch while Georgie starts snapping and pointing down. “Down! Off the furniture! Cmon, girl” all with whistles in between.

Charlie glares from her side of the room and stands just looking around awkwardly for a place to sit. Georgie waves her hands and tells her to come over. And after sighing and grumbling to herself she walks over, Georgie grabs the back of her dress and pulls her down to the ground. Guiding her there rather than forcing her, but Charlie felt the pressure nonetheless. She’s sat on the ground by the taller girls feet with the hand on the back of her neck creeping towards the top of her head. Charlie feels the hand slide back down her hair and make its way back to the top. She’s never been more pissed at something that feels this good. The conversation between the three continues, completely ignoring her, save for the petting, not even offering a pitying look to her.

She sits there on the ground waiting for something else to happen when she hears this whirring sound behind her, followed by several small pellets hitting metal. She spins her head toward the noise to notice an automatic feeder for her dog. Georgie had mentioned him earlier saying he was at a dog sitter for the night. Charlie had turned her head back not thinking much of it. But Sabrina let out a laugh before covering her mouth with her hand. Georgie looked with confusion for a second when Sabrina pulled her and Zahra in and whispered. The other two smiled and gave Charlie a look. Zahra, still chuckling. “Oh? Is someone hungry?”

Charlie looked unamused. But it was just her luck that her stomach audibly gurgled. Leading the girls to laugh. Sabrina put her hands on Georgie’s thigh, begging her to “make her do it”. To which Georgie stands up and reaches for Charlie’s shoulders, the smaller girl scurries back but hits the coffee table and is grabbed by her hair and her dress and dragged over to the dog bowl. Just like in the position she was in earlier that day. Zahra keeping her arms behind her and this time, Georgie holding her head in place. Sabrina stands off to the side failing to hold her laughter in while Charlie’s head is being pushed down. Well until she gets the idea to pull her phone out and press record. Georgie smiles in approval. Zahra giggles and mocks her “Oh come on, puppy. Aren’t you hungry? You’re tummy seems to think so”

Georgie chimes in “yeah little puppy, eat up, it’s not like I’m letting you touch any of the food meant for my guests. This is all you get tonight. I’d take advantage of it now.” But it’s not like Charlie had much of a choice, her head was being forced in the dog bowl and they wouldn’t let her go until she started eating it. She made a decision she’d regret immediately and that was to start nibbling on the kibble. It tasted horrible and was dry going down her throat. But all she heard around her were cheers, laughter, and praise from the other three. Acting so proud of her for eating her dinner. All on camera. Georgie let her nails gently scratch Charlie’s scalp as she continued eating, “that’s my good girl, my good good puppy. Doing what her master tells her to do. Doesn’t it taste so yummy? Tell me how much you love your food” Charlie gags in response, but immediately feels a sharp pain from her hair being pulled roughly. “I said tell me how much you love it, dog”

Charlie lifts her head up slightly taking a break to swallow. She glances to the side and sees the camera, tears start welling in her eyes from the overwhelming emotions stirring through her. She whimpers as the grip on her hair gets tighter. She can only mouth the words while trying to look away. Her voice choking in and out. The response is a collective “awwww”. Georgie loosens her grip on her hair and pets her hair. She even starts gently scratching her scalp and behind her ears. “Good girl. That’s right, you’re my good girl.” A wide grin spreads across her face as she gazes upon the empty dog bowl. “I’m so proud of you, baby girl.” Charlie doesn’t really register that no one’s holding her down anymore until after she’s curled up into Georgie’s lap and chest as Georgie wraps her arms around her in pity.

A wet wipe is being held up to her mouth so that the drool and sweat could be wiped off on top of the food. “Does the little doggy have anything else to say?” A look of confusion and shame lands on Charlie’s face. “Say ‘Thank you, mommy’. Now” her ear is pinched on that last word for emphasis.

“…th-“ the dip of the tango comes down to this. Charlie looks at her captor with defeat. “Thank you, mommy” there’s a ball in her throat. In the corner of her eye she sees Sabrina has put the phone down. Huh. I guess she was able to find some dirt on her to make her stand down.

A call is heard from outside the door, beckoning Sabrina and Zahra away from them. Which they are disappointed by, but go along with anyways.

As the two leave, a smile widens on Georgie’s face as she puts a hand up the smaller girl’s skirt. Invading her space and gently caresses the outline of her panties. Her mouth is just barely making contact with the skin of Charlie’s neck. “I have you all to myself now, baby girl. You’re gonna be so good for me aren’t you?” Charlie just shuts her eyes.