#vickate

THE MODEL

“You,” Victoria began, taking a stray bit of dusty blonde hair and twirling it around her finger, “should take your clothes off.” Victoria proposed.

Kate let out only a tiny defeated sigh, “I can’t, Vic.” There. That guilt again. Victoria felt her claws flex and she poked at it, spot on.

“It’s not hard” Victoria pressed again, so gentle that her usual sharp tone to her voice was nowhere to be found.  She tucked the stray lock behind Kate’s small but cutest ear, now ruby from the close proximity of Victoria. Even within her underwear, Victoria felt powerful as Kate silently closed her eyes for a moment, her chin tilted up ever so slightly. The diligent crusader, finally displaying a moment of surrender.

Chapter 8: The Romantic

She approached the irritated girl, “Katie,” Victoria spoke, dragging the girls name out with a saccharine tone, “it’s obvious that something’s upset you.” she reached out and gently rested her hands on Kate’s shoulders, letting her thumbs stroke the cloth of the cardigan soothingly, “What’s made you angry? Who was it? Tell Mistress Vic their name and she’ll ruin their lives.” Victoria purred into her ear.  

“I’m not angry” Kate whined. Despite her defiance Victoria heard the blunt strength of her voice soften and how her shoulders had relaxed ever so slightly within her hands. Victoria’s lips couldn’t help but curve in ire. What was this girl trying to prove?