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Timeline: December 2016
Title: Icing
Summary: Katelan has an idea for revenge and decides to put it to action.
~950
The first finger on Katelan's right hand moved over the scroll button for her mouse slowly. She hadn't gone through The Pictures in months, and it could be an all-night activity, especially they were so many. The total collection was almost better than any other porn she could download or stream: they had done so much, and most of the angles were perfect views to see exactly how much.
The almost was because she'd known them.
For a while, that was actually the hot part. She'd been there. She could not only still see them in her mind's eye as she went from the blowjob section to the fucking section, but she could still hear them. Watching him first take it, those first times when it was still painful but he was starting to like it. She paused on one of the pictures that very well illustrated this point in time, and she smiled. If these ever got out, the look on his face would be...
She stopped. If these ever got out...
She could do it. More and more people were getting into their stupid little band lately; they were getting a lot of attention in the last few months, enough that she'd even seen two ads for their current world tour with another band in the last month or so and she'd heard half a dozen of their songs on her car's satellite radio and the Spotlight playlists that Spotify created each week. She'd also seen them getting attention from the gay community due to having an openly gay lead guitarist, who was already more in the spotlight due to his skill with the instrument even before he came out, and who was now pegged as some sort of gay hero. Those fans would probably love to see these pictures—they would talk about them and re-post them until everyone knew about it. That would show her asshole ex-boyfriend for the way he had treated her.
(Sure, it had been her idea for him to try sex with another guy so that she could watch—and why not? So many guys tried to get their girlfriends to make out with other girls for their own amusement, it went both ways—but it sure as hell hadn't been her idea for him to start to prefer to have sex with his friend instead of her. Fucking dick.)
Yeah, he'd sure liked it. She could post the evidence right now.
Or...
Or, she could print them. Send a few of the best ones right to him, see how quickly he'd forget about her then. She could do it shortly before she posted them, so he'd be tweaking for a while, knowing it was coming.
Or...
Her efforts in actually getting the secret snapshots were surely worth something. Sure, they'd been for her own private amusement and entertainment up until now, but hey. Sharing was caring.
Katelan smiled. Her student loans and car payment were going to be due soon, and he—they, might as well bring the other one in on it, he'd sure loved fucking her boyfriend enough—were in a shitty rock-metal-what-the-fuck-ever band that was co-headlining an actual world tour right now. They had money. She needed money. She had pictures, they needed the pictures to stay on her hard drive. Well, that seemed to add up.
As she spun in the chair to turn on her printer, she smiled again, picturing Mark's face when he opened the envelope. She'd need to find the address where she could get mail to him on the tour. Fans would know. The fucking fans knew everything about them, or so they thought. They loved that Brandon was gay and lead guitarist in a rock/metal band instead of the cliched photographer or interior designer. They ought to doubly enjoy his debut into porn, literally on top of the band's singer and other guitarist. She was going to pay Mark back for ignoring her—him seeing the pictures would almost be enough right there. But to get money from them, or to put them all over the internet...
That would get the other one, too. The one that practically stole her boyfriend away. Not that her boyfriend, who had seemed just fine with that, protested. Oh, that was fine. She'd get them both. She wondered how much money she should demand. She was pretty sure Mark at least would want to pay her to keep quiet; he was pretty good at pretending when it came to his 'best friend'. She had felt like a fool when she'd finally realized what had really been going on, which only added to her anger. Brandon probably would want to just pay her too—she had read that he had a boyfriend now, some guy that made video games. She briefly wondered how Mark felt about that, then shrugged to herself. She didn't fucking care.
She started humming as she opened her graphics program to begin selecting a few of the pictures to send as proof that she had more, she had everything. There were some pretty amazing ones in here. Such a shame the general public might not ever really see them. Well, why not? Fuck those two: they liked it so much, they shouldn't be ashamed of everyone knowing. If they paid up, she would know she had won, and she would definitely acknowledge that.
Releasing the pictures anyway, that would just be the icing on the cake, wouldn't it? She hummed their band's latest single, tapping her foot to the rhythm a little as the printer whirred.
Timeline: December 2016
Title: Icing
Summary: Katelan has an idea for revenge and decides to put it to action.
~950
The first finger on Katelan's right hand moved over the scroll button for her mouse slowly. She hadn't gone through The Pictures in months, and it could be an all-night activity, especially they were so many. The total collection was almost better than any other porn she could download or stream: they had done so much, and most of the angles were perfect views to see exactly how much.
The almost was because she'd known them.
For a while, that was actually the hot part. She'd been there. She could not only still see them in her mind's eye as she went from the blowjob section to the fucking section, but she could still hear them. Watching him first take it, those first times when it was still painful but he was starting to like it. She paused on one of the pictures that very well illustrated this point in time, and she smiled. If these ever got out, the look on his face would be...
She stopped. If these ever got out...
She could do it. More and more people were getting into their stupid little band lately; they were getting a lot of attention in the last few months, enough that she'd even seen two ads for their current world tour with another band in the last month or so and she'd heard half a dozen of their songs on her car's satellite radio and the Spotlight playlists that Spotify created each week. She'd also seen them getting attention from the gay community due to having an openly gay lead guitarist, who was already more in the spotlight due to his skill with the instrument even before he came out, and who was now pegged as some sort of gay hero. Those fans would probably love to see these pictures—they would talk about them and re-post them until everyone knew about it. That would show her asshole ex-boyfriend for the way he had treated her.
(Sure, it had been her idea for him to try sex with another guy so that she could watch—and why not? So many guys tried to get their girlfriends to make out with other girls for their own amusement, it went both ways—but it sure as hell hadn't been her idea for him to start to prefer to have sex with his friend instead of her. Fucking dick.)
Yeah, he'd sure liked it. She could post the evidence right now.
Or...
Or, she could print them. Send a few of the best ones right to him, see how quickly he'd forget about her then. She could do it shortly before she posted them, so he'd be tweaking for a while, knowing it was coming.
Or...
Her efforts in actually getting the secret snapshots were surely worth something. Sure, they'd been for her own private amusement and entertainment up until now, but hey. Sharing was caring.
Katelan smiled. Her student loans and car payment were going to be due soon, and he—they, might as well bring the other one in on it, he'd sure loved fucking her boyfriend enough—were in a shitty rock-metal-what-the-fuck-ever band that was co-headlining an actual world tour right now. They had money. She needed money. She had pictures, they needed the pictures to stay on her hard drive. Well, that seemed to add up.
As she spun in the chair to turn on her printer, she smiled again, picturing Mark's face when he opened the envelope. She'd need to find the address where she could get mail to him on the tour. Fans would know. The fucking fans knew everything about them, or so they thought. They loved that Brandon was gay and lead guitarist in a rock/metal band instead of the cliched photographer or interior designer. They ought to doubly enjoy his debut into porn, literally on top of the band's singer and other guitarist. She was going to pay Mark back for ignoring her—him seeing the pictures would almost be enough right there. But to get money from them, or to put them all over the internet...
That would get the other one, too. The one that practically stole her boyfriend away. Not that her boyfriend, who had seemed just fine with that, protested. Oh, that was fine. She'd get them both. She wondered how much money she should demand. She was pretty sure Mark at least would want to pay her to keep quiet; he was pretty good at pretending when it came to his 'best friend'. She had felt like a fool when she'd finally realized what had really been going on, which only added to her anger. Brandon probably would want to just pay her too—she had read that he had a boyfriend now, some guy that made video games. She briefly wondered how Mark felt about that, then shrugged to herself. She didn't fucking care.
She started humming as she opened her graphics program to begin selecting a few of the pictures to send as proof that she had more, she had everything. There were some pretty amazing ones in here. Such a shame the general public might not ever really see them. Well, why not? Fuck those two: they liked it so much, they shouldn't be ashamed of everyone knowing. If they paid up, she would know she had won, and she would definitely acknowledge that.
Releasing the pictures anyway, that would just be the icing on the cake, wouldn't it? She hummed their band's latest single, tapping her foot to the rhythm a little as the printer whirred.