Trophy Bitch
This one is a quickie. I don't know who the models are
Trophy Bitch
Clutching the fur coats she had emptied from the stolen suitcase and luxuriating in the feel of the soft, sexy, fur - Alice purred happily and rolled around in the coats. She loved how they felt against her skin, she could smell the bullies scent on them... some of the expensive perfume rubbing off on her already. She liked how it smelt.
"Stealing all of Bree's fur coats means she'll have to do whatever we tell her if she wants them back," she sighed in satisfaction. "We have the power now. Everyone knows she's addicted to fur. She'll do anything to get these back."
"I can't believe you're sitting in those things," shivered Shannon. "I think they're horrible... how could anyone wear something like that? The sooner we blackmail Bree and get rid of them the better."
"Oh I don't know," smiled Alice with a wicked grin as she sighed orgasmically, and slid her hands and arms into a fur coat, "I could get used to this. The coats feel so good. In fact... I'm keeping this one as a trophy."
Shannon looked at her friend in surprise. Alice looked different somehow in the fur coat. It hugged her body, bringing out her curves and making her look glamorous and dangerous. The usually shy girl had a much more confident posture and her voice had a bratty, demanding, whine to it now when she spoke. The coat should have looked weird on her, but she seemed to be growing into it. Shannon squinted. Her friends clothes under the coat seemed different somehow and her makeup almost looked thicker, bitchier. There was a growing scent of alpha-bitch perfume as Alice shook back her hair with a feminine gesture and looked down at herself in delight.
"Alice you're acting kind of weird I think you should take off that coat," mumbled Shannon in a scared voice.
"Oh shut up you stupid bitch," laughed Alice as she stretched and groaned... giggling as her body suddenly popped and cracked, "something wonderful is happening to me and I don't want you ruining it."
Shannon gasped at her friends cold tone and she squeaked in fear as long claw like nails sprang from Alice's fingers and her sensible jeans rose up into a designer leather miniskirt. A Dior belt clinked round her waist as tight black shiny boots spread up her legs, six inch heels pushing her up into a towering, Alpha-girl posture.
Looking down at her friend, Alice's eyes twinkled with cold amusement as perfectly contoured makeup changed her features to look beautiful and aloof and her smirking pink lips twisted with evil amusement.
"Fuck yes, I feel like such a fucking bitch," she groaned in delight, sweeping back her silky hair with a manicured hand and assuming a dominant stance. "I was born to be a bully... I love it!"
"Alice... what's happened to you?" gibbered Shannon.
"Alice? She's gone loser... I'm Alicia now and if you thought Bree was bad, you ain't seen nothing yet. I'm the Alpha girl now - everything that was Bree's is now mine. Her boyfriend, her wealth, her fur coats. It's all mine."
Alicia laughed at the girl cowering in front of her. "Now then slut, it's time to play. What shall we do for fun?"
Shannon cried in fear as Alicia bore down on her and she wished they had never stolen those damn fur coats...
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