Sunday evening, after Charlotte had gone home, Lauren’s father arrived. It was midnight, and she was lounging on the couch, watching a sitcom of some kind. “Heya, kiddo,” he greeted, shrugging off his coat and joining her on the couch. “Had a good day? Better than mine, I hope.”

She gave him a moody look. “Yeah. It was fine.” Felix Scheuer was a good man. Lauren knew that about her father. He cared about her, and she’d even seen how professional, kind, and courteous he was to both his coworkers and patients. That was why she wished so badly that she could see more of him these days. 

She missed him. She missed him so damn bad.

When mom left, things had changed. Felix threw himself into his work, his excuse being that he had a duty to the people of the town he lived in. What about your duty as a father? Lauren had thought bitterly. She’d been grieving too, angry and torn up about her mother leaving them both behind. But he hadn’t been there for her. Easier for him to ignore his feelings by working all the time. And Lauren had grown up enough that she could take care of herself. Never mind her emotional needs.

Well, she was in no mood to open up to him now. And he seemed to struggle to know how to reconnect with the daughter he’d left behind all these years.

“So… You enjoy the cake? Want me to get you a slice?” He awkwardly scratched his neck.

Lauren sighed. “I’m good, dad.”

They both fell silent, with only the quiet dialogue of the sitcom filling the dark room.

It was her father’s turn to sigh. “I noticed you threw away the letter.”

She glared at him. “What about it?”

“Did you at least read it?”

“What does it matter? She won’t know either way. And why should I care about anything she has to say?”

“She’s still your mother, Laur.”

“No she fucking isn’t,” Lauren snapped. “She stopped being my mother when she left. She hasn’t been my mother in six years.”

“Don’t say that about her,” Felix firmly demanded, anger flashing on his face. Lauren held his eyes, and he softened. “I know you aren’t happy with her. But she didn’t like what she had to do. And she loves you, just as fiercely as I do.”

“Like that matters at all. The fact of the matter is that she left me. And I have no feelings left for her anymore.”

Felix sighed again, and the two of them went back to watching the sitcom in silence. Lauren ground her teeth together, her knuckles white. She wished Charlotte were here. It would be so nice to take out these aggravated feelings on her. Hah. Wishing Charlotte were here, that’s a first.

“Have you been noticing any… changes?” Her father at last broke the silence.

She shot him a bewildered look.

“The letter. She mentioned changes, now that you’re 18. I just…” He rubbed his neck. “If you’re struggling with that, you can let me know. I’m not exactly a succubus expert myself, but I can at least be there for you.”

Lauren’s mouth went dry. She looked away from him, fixated on the TV. “No. No changes so far.”

“Kay… just let me know if you do notice anything, okay? Doesn’t matter how small.”

“Will do, dad.”

Eventually, he headed to bed, and Lauren followed suit a few minutes later. She got under the covers, staring at the ceiling, the events of the last few days replaying over and over in her mind. 

She’d lied to her father. She’d hidden Charlotte the entire weekend. She hadn’t even let him find out about her transformation, suppressing it whenever he was around. Only now was it fully sinking in what she was doing. On Friday, in the heat of the moment, full of rage inflamed by her succubus blood, Lauren had been eager to put Charlotte in her place. But now that she and her father had had a true conversation, now that he’d shown concern for her ‘changes’, Lauren started to falter.

This was… wrong, wasn’t it? Kidnapping a girl, forcing her to have sex with her, taking away her free will? If this ever came out, Lauren could go to prison for it. 

No. No, it would never come out. Lauren could control people. She could make anyone who found out keep their mouths shut about it. And as for morality? Well, that wasn’t relevant as far as she was concerned. Charlotte and her posse had ruined her life. Whatever she did to them was just returning the favour.

That dilemma resolved, Lauren drifted off to sleep.

~

Charlotte’s mom still wasn’t back from her business trip by Monday morning. Her daughter awoke to a house large of size and absent of people. The maid wasn’t even here yet, judging from the lack of sound echoing through the spacious home.

After breakfast and a shower, Charlotte started on her elaborate makeup routine. As she got out her products and sat before the mirror, her eyes drifted down to the hickey on her neck. Vividly, she remembered how she got it, Lauren’s lips wrapped around her neck and her tongue pressing hard against her skin. Charlotte shivered. 

She still hadn’t fully processed what had happened to her last weekend. It didn’t feel real. Like it was a separate timeline, removed from reality, a bad dream that would simply fade away. 

Unlike a bad dream, though, it refused to budge from her brain. Charlotte let out an annoyed huff as she finished off her makeup and got up to go put on some actual clothes. It didn’t matter how often those memories seemed to linger in her head. She’d simply ignore them. None of this was worth thinking about, ever again.

Digging into her closet, Charlotte put together an outfit that would look just as radiant and dazzling as she was. She paused, however, as she recalled the hickey, obvious on her neck. Hrm. That wouldn’t do. Charlotte rummaged around before retrieving a thick black choker, enough to cover up her neck. She’d used it before after past boyfriends had gotten a bit too frisky.

Finally. She was ready.

The moment she got out of her car at school, her girls swarmed her. “Charlotte!” Natalie exclaimed, taking some selfies of the two of them. “I missed you! How was the ski trip?”

Oh, right. She had used that lie, hadn’t she? “It was… fine.”

“Did Damian fall on his ass?” Joanna asked, snickering. “I would have paid money to see that.”

“Damian has a bit more athletic prowess than that,” Charlotte said, and chose not to elaborate further. This was an issue. The girls might believe that she was gone all weekend at a ski resort, but Damian would know better. She needed to somehow juggle these lies. 

Taking the lead, Charlotte headed into school, flanked by her girls. Students made way for her, giving her a significant berth. Boys would comment about how beautiful she was, and girls would breathlessly say hi to her as if her acknowledgement would somehow elevate them a little bit. 

She was queen once more. All bowed before her. All worshipped the ground she walked upon. No one had any inkling that she was anything other than powerful, in control, and independent. Because of course, that was exactly what she was. No matter what Lauren thought. No matter what happened this weekend.

Charlotte paused as she noticed Lauren at her locker. A jolt of… something went through her at seeing her former captor once again. Unbidden memories of doing anything and everything she commanded her to do. 

Shit. Would Lauren bow her head and go back to being the passive victim she’d been before? Charlotte doubted it. But if that was the case, then how would things change?

“Look, it’s the freak,” Becka whispered with an amused expression. “What do you think we should do to her, Charlie?”

“U- Uhh,” Charlotte said, then tried hastily to recover her composure. “W- Well, how about we make her drop all her books and papers? Maybe step on a few of them while they’re on the ground.”

“Perfect,” Joanna said, striding up to Lauren. “Hey, loser. Whatcha got there? Physics homework?” Before Lauren could react, she pulled all her textbooks and papers out of her hands. 

Lauren didn’t look miserable. She stared at Joanna with a bored expression, as if she were beneath her. Charlotte shivered. 

Joanna was clearly unnerved by it as well. With a frustrated look, she dramatically held the schoolwork up and then dropped it to the ground, the papers fluttering and scattering everywhere.

Lauren didn’t react. She simply raised an eyebrow at Joanna. 

“Fuck’s wrong with you, freak?” Joanna said, shoving her shoulder. “Don’t you care?”

When Lauren opened her mouth, she stared directly at Charlotte, meeting her eyes. “Pick up my things and give them back to me.” Her words reverberated in Charlotte’s head, an undeniable command.

“Uh, as if—” Becka began.

Charlotte walked forward, and bent down to gather all the paper and textbooks together. Her friends gasped as they watched her, obviously shocked. Charlotte’s face burned. This wasn’t right. She wasn’t a servant, certainly not to fucking Lauren of all people. But she had no choice. Schoolwork all gathered and organized in her hands, she handed them to Lauren, who took them with a smirk.

All three of Charlotte’s friends stared slack-jawed as Lauren closed her locker and sauntered off with orders of magnitude more confidence than she’d had last week. Then, their eyes turned on her.

“What the fuck was that, Charlotte??” Becka hissed. “Why did you just—do what she said?”

“You ruined the entire joke!” Joanna chimed in. “What’s wrong with you?”

Charlotte gave each of them a vitriolic, imperious look. Drilling them each with as much frustration and hatred as was burning inside her at how she was being treated. “From now on, Lauren Scheuer is off limits. Got it? We don’t touch her.” She hated how it sounded like she was doubling down on her kind treatment, but that was far from the reason. She just wanted to make sure that she and Lauren never came into contact again. The less chances that Lauren had to make Charlotte dance to her whims, the better.

Natalie nodded nervously “O- Okay, Charlotte, but… Why? What happened?”

Joanna’s eyes widened. “Shit, does she have blackmail on you?”

Charlotte opened her mouth, and paused. Huh. That was what this looked like, wasn’t it?

“She does, doesn’t she?” Becka said, leaning in. “Don’t worry, Charlie. I’ll figure out what it is, and I’ll make sure she can’t leverage it, whatever it is. Got it? I’ll protect—”

“No!” Charlotte snapped, and Becka flinched. “Don’t—don’t fucking do that. This is my problem, not any of yours. Just make sure you leave Lauren alone. That’s all I need from you.”

Natalie, Becka, and Joanna each exchanged confused, uncertain looks. But finally they each nodded. 

“Good. Now let’s get to fucking class.” Charlotte walked away, fuming, hating Lauren, hating school, hating her friends. 

And so, Lauren Scheuer successfully evaded bullying. After six years of being constantly tormented, Charlotte had backed off. It was aggravatingly pitiful. She caved after a single incident? But she didn’t dare provoke Lauren’s ire further. She could do a lot of embarrassing things to her, and in front of her friends no less. The entire school would know. Her reputation would be ruined. No, it was worth the small hit to her rep now than to suffer whatever Lauren might do in retribution if she kept it up.

Things were initially tense between Charlotte and her girls, but gradually that faded away. They found other bullying targets. They traded jokes. They fell into a familiar rhythm. Charlotte could almost convince herself that this morning, and indeed last weekend, hadn’t even happened.

In between classes, when Joanna and Natalie were gone, Becka sidled up next to Charlotte, lowering her voice. “Something’s up with you, Charlie.”

In response Charlotte glowered at her.

“N- Not about this morning. Listen, you said you’d gone to the ski resort this weekend with Damian, but I know for a fact that you were dead set on not going. So what’s up? Why the excuse?”

“It’s personal shit, okay Becka? Mine to deal with.”

“Bullshit,” Becka said, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice. “Charlotte, you’re my best friend. Any of your problems are my problems. I want to help you!”

“Well I don’t need your help,” Charlotte snarled. She flinched back as she realized she’d gone too far, betrayal evident on Becka’s face. “Shit, sorry, I—Bec, listen, I appreciate it. But I really do mean it. I can’t tell you about this.”

Becka worried her lip, then relented with a sigh. “Okay. If you say so. But you’re going to have to be careful. Damian obviously knows you didn’t go with him to the ski resort. If Nat and Joanna start talking with him, they might figure out you were lying. Worse, he’ll figure it out.”

“Then… if you want to help, could you make sure they understand not to bring that up with him? Work your magic?”

Becka grinned. “You got it, girlfriend.”

And whatever Becka did seemed to do the trick. When Damian rolled around, none of the girls said a word about the ski trip. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this was all over. All the loose ends tied up. Maybe the rest of her school year would pass without incident, and all of this would just be a bad memory. 

At the end of the school day, Damian wrapped his arm around Charlotte’s shoulders, pulling her close against him as they made for the exit. “Hey, babe. You okay? You seem a bit down in the dumps.”

Shit, he’d noticed? “I’m fine. Just some personal business.”

“You… wanna talk about it?”

“Not really. Come on, let’s go to your truck.” She was quite done with talking. All she wanted to do was vape with Damian and listen to his shitty music and let her brain stop functioning for a while.

The two got in the truck, and Charlotte began to take drags from her vape, exhaling out the cracked window. Damian fidgeted beside her, instead of putting on music like she was used to him doing. She raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“I just… haven’t seen you all weekend. You barely even responded to my texts. I was just thinking…” He placed a hand on her thigh. “Maybe we could go back to my place and… spend some time together?”

Oh, of course. He wanted sex. When didn’t he?

Some instinctive part of Charlotte felt nauseated at the idea of having sex with him. But she overruled that feeling. This would be perfect. She’d blow Damian’s mind, and in the process reaffirm her identity. Dominant. Powerful. And decidedly straight. Replace all her memories of her weekend with Lauren with the kind of sex she’d be having for the rest of her life.

“Sure.”

Damian drove back to his place. His dad was apparently spending a late night shift at work, and Charlotte already knew that his mom lived someplace else, with Damian’s brother. In short, they had hours to themselves. Hours and hours of hot football quarterback sex.

When they got to Damian’s room, Charlotte immediately leaned up and kissed him. He responded in return, cupping her body against his. Their tongues began to wrestle, as Charlotte’s hands explored all up and down his body. Damian moaned as she explored his mouth. That’s right, big boy. You’re mine, all mine. She teased a hand up under his shirt, tracing her manicured fingernails along his stomach. 

Damian pulled back, and sat on the bed, tugging her after him. She attempted to get into a crawling position, but Damian rearranged her so she was sitting on his lap, his hands on her hips. Clearly he was getting into it. He mauled her lips with his, his tongue forcing itself into her mouth. Blunt and direct, like always.

Eugh, did he have to act like he was trying to eat her face? Charlotte resisted a grimace, trying to kiss back but finding herself less aroused and more disgusted with the experience. Which was odd. This wasn’t the first time he’d kissed her like this. Yet she’d been able to maintain her arousal before.

She tried to ignore whatever was off about her, and redoubled her efforts, pulling his shirt up to feel and squeeze his muscles. He broke the kiss momentarily to completely remove the shirt, and then his fingers were under her top, clearly eager for her to match him. She shuddered, suddenly panicking at the idea of being naked before him. He was too big, he was too much, she was suffocating—

She pushed him back, breathing hard. 

Damian’s eyes fluttered, and the arousal gave way to confusion on his face. “Charlie?”

“I just—can you give me a minute,” she managed. What the fuck was wrong with her? What was happening? This was supposed to be her triumphant moment of retaking the identity stolen from her. This was supposed to be the queen bee having extra hot sex with her quarterback boyfriend and loving every second of it.

Why did she hate this?

…Lauren. It had to be Lauren. She’d done something, with her succubus powers, something that made Charlotte hate having sex with Damian. Or with all guys. Or with literally anyone except Lauren. That conniving little bitch. Charlotte was going to kill her. It was one thing to kidnap her, but to mess with her relationships?

“Ch- Charlie?” Damian asked again.

She inhaled. She could do this, right? Suck it up and have sex with him? She couldn’t let Lauren win. 

So, ignoring every impulse inside her, Charlotte kissed him once more.

~

Lauren leaned in closer to the bathroom mirror. She glanced around, making sure she was alone, and carefully slid her bangs to the side. Her horns were still stubby and small, as she was in her suppressed, human state, but… was she imagining it, or did they seem just a little bit bigger?

She frowned, folding her arms. Her mother had recommended that she reign in her instincts. Only now did it occur to Lauren to consider why. Would it be bad for her if she kept using her succubus powers? Were there negative consequences she didn’t know about? 

Well, so far the consequences had been rather positive. After just one command, Charlotte had evidently been so spooked that she’d ordered her posse to not interact with Lauren again. It had been a blissful week of everyone leaving her alone. The other kids, lesser bullies, took cues from Charlotte’s group and avoided Lauren too, though she doubted they knew why. All in all, school had gotten a lot more peaceful in a very short span of time.

What more could Lauren do with this? Get into her dream university, into her dream job? Surround herself with friends, have sex whenever she wanted? She shivered in delight and anticipation at her fantasies, but another part of her worried. Maybe that would be abusing things. Perhaps she needed to be more careful. 

It would be fine. There was plenty of time for her to figure out how far was too far. For now… she knew exactly who she wanted to keep on a leash.

The door to the girl’s bathroom slammed open, and Lauren jumped. Charlotte Daniels stood there, looking as put-together as ever, save for the furious expression on her face. “How fucking dare you?” She spat, more furious than Lauren had ever seen her.

“Um… how dare I what?” Was this about the fact that she’d made her pick up her books?

“What did you do, you little creep?” Charlotte stormed up to her, grabbing her by the collar. “Huh? Did you make it so that I’d be disgusted by the idea of having sex with anyone other than you? Because if you did, I swear to god…”

Lauren blinked a few times, absorbing her words. “Wait. What? What are you talking about?”

“I’ve tried to have sex with Damian three different times this week. And every time I just wanted the entire experience to be over with. This only started after you unleashed your stupid succubus powers on me! Connecting the fucking dots?”

Lauren stared at her. “Charlotte, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I didn’t do that to you. I’m not even sure I can do that to you.”

“Bullshit,” Charlotte snapped, jabbing a finger against Lauren’s chest. “Maybe you didn’t do it consciously, but something happened that weekend that changed me. And I want you to turn me back.”

“If this is something I supposedly did without meaning to, then how the fuck would I undo it on purpose?”

“I don’t know! At least give it a shot!”

Lauren found herself smirking. “And what’ll you give me in return for it?”

Charlotte looked like she’d had a bucket of ice water dropped on top of her. She worked her mouth, stammering a bit as she clearly searched for a response. Evidently, she still wasn’t used to not having power over Lauren. “You- You can’t just- I mean, I don’t—”

“Did you forget about our new power dynamic?” Lauren said, voice lower. “You can’t just order me around anymore, Charlie. You’re under my thumb. And if you slip up I can destroy your entire life.”

“Shut up!” Charlotte snapped, though it was closer to a whine. “Listen, I’ve agreed to stop bullying you, in case you hadn’t noticed. Doesn’t that make us even?”

“Hah! You actually believe that? You think that after years of bullying, just stopping erases it all? I’m never letting you go, Charlotte. You’re going to get exactly what you deserve.”

Her face burned. “That weekend was one time.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it. Which, I do.” Lauren swiped a finger under Charlotte’s chin. “You know, I’m getting tired of your bitching and complaining. Let’s switch it up. Kiss me.”

With obvious frustration, Charlotte pulled Lauren in by her collar and pressed their lips together. Lauren hummed in satisfaction—was there anything better than making the queen bee herself do whatever she wanted? Plus, she was pretty hot, and a great kisser. Lauren’s hands wandered down her body, and gave her ass a squeeze through her short-shorts.

Charlotte squeaked, pulling back with a flush. “What the hell?! Don’t just grope my ass!”

Lauren snickered. Her petulance was surprisingly cute. When you removed all of Charlotte’s fangs, what remained was an adorable little kitty, and Lauren wanted to play with her all day long.

“Come on,” Lauren purred, pulling her victim towards a stall.

“W- Wait, Lauren! What are—”

“What do you think, queen bee? I want you to ride my fingers in this stall. Now shut the door behind you.”

Charlotte made a choked noise of protest, but obeyed, shutting the door behind her. “What if someone comes in here? I am not going to be caught having sex with you!”

“Guess you’ll have to make sure to keep quiet then.” Lauren put down the toilet seat and pulled out several lines of toilet paper, setting them on top of the seat. That would have to do for cleanliness. She then sat down, smirking at Charlotte, who looked bewildered. “Pull down your shorts and panties.”

“Lauren,” Charlotte whined, as she unbuttoned her shorts and tugged them down along with her panties, letting them hang around her knees. Her face was getting even redder, but Lauren didn’t miss how wet she obviously was. “You’re such an asshole…”

“Are you going to sit on my lap or are you just going to keep standing there and complaining?”

“If you don’t like it then why don’t you command me to shut up and sit?”

“It’s more fun when you do it of your own volition.” Lauren cupped one ear. “Oh, is that footsteps I hear? Darn, if anyone comes in here they’re going to notice two sets of legs in this stall instead of one. If only there were some way to make sure they didn’t…”

Charlotte’s face went crimson, either out of embarrassment or hatred, and she settled herself on top of Lauren’s lap, tucking her legs up onto the toilet seat. “There. You happy, you fucking dyke?”

Lauren teased a finger up Charlotte’s pussy. “Really, you’re calling me the dyke? Look how wet you are.”

A sharp noise slipped out of Charlotte’s lips, and she clapped her hands over her mouth. Her glare was deeply, deeply satisfying. “If anyone here is a dyke, it’s the perv who’s making me strip and sit on your fucking lap.”

Smirking, Lauren pushed two fingers inside of Charlotte. The queen bee gasped, biting her lip to stifle a low moan. Slowly, Lauren began to pump her fingers in and out, watching intently to catch each and every tiny reaction Charlotte made. Her bully, coming to pieces on her lap—it was positively addicting. Charlotte twitched and writhed, her whole face flushed red, and though she tried to keep quiet it wasn’t long before she was moaning and whining over and over.

“Careful,” Lauren purred. “If you keep making noise, someone might hear.”

Charlotte growled. “I fucking hate you.” She then grabbed Lauren’s face and pulled her in for a searing kiss. Lauren blinked, her fingers slowing for a moment in shock. But then she melted into it, meeting the hot, furious kiss and redoubling her efforts at Charlotte’s pussy. Every moan that made it out of Charlotte’s mouth ended up muffled by Lauren’s. I guess that’s one way to keep quiet, Lauren thought in amusement.

The two kept making out, with each and every sound Charlotte made getting pushed directly into Lauren’s mouth. She twitched and spasmed more and more as Lauren worked her up, her fingers curling and stroking her inner walls. Yet Lauren kept her motions agonizingly slow, drawing out the moment.

Eventually, Charlotte pulled back, making a groan of frustration. “Stop being such a fucking tease,” she snapped, and grabbed Lauren’s shoulders, stabilizing herself. She then began to rock her hips into Lauren’s fingers, fucking herself against them with abandon. Her whole body rolled into each motion, and her eyes even began to roll back from sheer pleasure. 

She was getting closer and closer. Her noises were getting worse and worse. With effort, she pressed her lips to Lauren’s again, drowning out her sounds as she bucked harder and harder. Finally, she came, spasming all over as she covered Lauren’s hand in wetness. 

Gradually Charlotte came down, breathing hard. Lauren smirked, pulling her fingers out of Charlotte’s pussy. The moment the queen bee opened her mouth to make some snarky comment, Lauren pushed her fingers inside. “Suck,” she commanded.

Flushing anew, Charlotte demurely sucked Lauren’s fingers clean of her own slick. Lauren pulled her fingers back, grinning in satisfaction. 

“A- Are you done?” Charlotte managed, though her voice was shaky. “Can I go now?”

“You can go.”

Huffing, Charlotte got to her feet and pulled up her panties and shorts, buttoning them up again. Her eyes lingered on Lauren’s, like she wanted to say something. Lauren raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t let this go to your head,” Charlotte snapped, before leaving the stall.