Meanwhile, in a town 100 miles away, it was gradually dawning on Veronique that even winning a famous victory over her greatest rival could leave a girl feeling empty and unfulfilled. Betsy's abrupt departure had deprived the dark-haired beauty of the most defining relationship of her young life to date and, although she was not a particularly self-aware individual, Vero eventually realized her newfound boredom and lack of drive coincided with the loss of the rival she had derived so much pleasure from scheming against and humiliating. On her all-too-frequent idle-rich do-nothing days, Vero would console herself, lying lazily on her bed and bringing herself to orgasm while repeatedly watching the playback of her victory, all the while wondering what the blonde was doing now, and whether their paths would ever cross again. It was on one such rainy afternoon in bed drinking bourbon that a revelation came to Veronique as she froze the frame one more time, capturing the image of Betsy's flushed, upturned face emerging from between her legs after Vero had secured the winning pin. Washed liberally with the victorious girl's pussy juices, the blonde's facial expression revealed a mass of contradictions: humiliation, self-loathing, hatred…but yes--there it was--a flash of excited uncertainty in her eyes that told Veronique that perhaps Betsy had enjoyed being dominated more than the blonde would care to admit. "You know, Betsy," Vero confided to her rival's frozen image, "I can see through all that pain and humiliation I caused you, that one day you're going to come back looking for revenge. Not just because you hate me, but because if you're anything like the girl I know you to be, you won't be able to go through life knowing that I beat you and came on your face. I think you'll be back again some day to prove that you can sit on my face, too." "But I hate to disappoint you," Vero continued after draining the whiskey glass, "because I'm not going to let you get there first. I'm going to find you, wherever you are; and I'm going to give you another lesson you won't forget in a hurry and prove once and for all that there's only one bitch in this whole affair that's got what it takes to sit on top and ride face!" Next day, sobered up but nursing a sore head, Vero hired a detective to track Betsy down. When she found out that the blonde was set up in a new town and dating a guy named Greg, a wicked plot hatched in her mind.

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