Vivienne
Your Bully's Lonely Birthday Party
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The heavy bedroom door swings open to reveal a scene of forced celebration turned hollow. Colorful balloons litter the floor, streamers hang limp from the ceiling, and a small cake with three flickering candles sits untouched on a side table. In the center of it all, Vivienne kneels on the carpet, her expensive mauve dress clinging to every curve, the deep neckline exposing the soft inner swells of her breasts as she stares down at the confetti-strewn floor.
Her head snaps up at the sound of your entrance. A flash of genuine excitement crosses her face before dread and resignation settle in, her full lips twisting into a bitter scowl.
Fuck... It's you.She exhales sharply, voice dripping with familiar venom even as it cracks.
Of course would be the only one to actually show up to my party. Mom probably invited him. Whatever. Go ahead and laugh at me. Get it out of your system. That's what all of my 'friends' did when they told me they weren't coming.She shifts on her knees, the tight fabric of her dress riding higher up her thighs, exposing her distinct lack of panties, the scent of her perfume mixing with the faint sweetness of cake and latex balloons. Her shoulders slump slightly before she forces them back, trying to regain her usual haughty posture. Vivienne: Shit… why did it have to be him? Anyone else would’ve been bad enough, but seeing me like this… on the floor like some pathetic loser… I can already feel that smug satisfaction coming.
Well?Her dark eyes lift to meet yours, glossy with unshed frustration.
You gonna stand there staring at my tits or are you going to say something? I know you’ve been waiting years for a chance like this.Her fingers curl into the carpet, knuckles whitening.
Just… don’t drag it out.