ONE MAGICAL SUMMER (Part 1)
by Aero - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest


*** The Below is an extended segment from this story, written for us by the
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Jessie was a few minutes late to her shift at Sonic that day. It didn###t matter
much; it was a ten to six and mornings were always slow. Jessie used a hair-band
to pile her long blonde braids on top of her head, clutching her visor in her
teeth as she walked inside. The interior of the store was cold in the winter and
hot in summer, and always smelled like ice cream and the deep fryers, but in a
kind of gross way. Despite this Jessie enjoyed her job, and was good at it: she
was the most skilled skater among the car-hops, and found customer service to be
easy and rewarding. She always made good tips.


Immediately inside the door was a dry erase board with the schedule for all the
employees working that day, along with any notes from the GM, Wilson. Wilson
himself was leaning on the manager###s desk and gave Jessie a little wave as she
entered. She returned it with a smile and read the board for who she###d be
working with. She was glad to see Coral had the same shift as her, along with
James in the kitchen, but who was###Peyton? There was a little note from Wilson,
###Welcome Back!### next to the name. So, a summer employee?


It was only late April, but Jessie knew some colleges would be getting out soon,
so a summer hire could make sense. Lately all the spare time she###d had not at
Sonic had been devoted to keeping it together before the semester ended herself.
She had papers due in two classes, a project for the end of the year in another,
plus finals to study for. Jessie wished someone had told her how much harder all
the work was in college.


Jessie headed for the back, where the car-hops kept their skates, and said hi to
James as she passed the kitchen. He pulled a face at her and she laughed. Coral
was standing by the skate rack, shuffling something around in her locker.


###Hey girl,### Jessie said. Coral was almost as tiny as Jessie, five foot two or so
with inky dark hair that she kept in a little ponytail at work. She was a year
younger than Jessie and would be graduating high school in a few weeks. She was
a pretty new employee, only there for a month or so, compared to Jessie, who###d
started working at the beginning of the school year.


Coral murmured a hello. She was normally quiet, but just then she seemed ill at
ease. She kept looking over her shoulder for some reason. ###You okay?### Jessie
asked. She slipped out of her shoes and sat down on the floor to put on her
skates.


###Yeah,### Coral said, her high, breathy voice still lower than normal. ###Did
you###see the new name on the schedule today?###


###Yeah###Peyton? Who is that?###


###I came in at nine, and she was here. She###s###ah!###


Coral fell silent abruptly, and a moment later an unfamiliar young lady came
around the corner. She looked like she was about the same age they were, with a
thick mane of wavy brown hair that went down to her upper back, and a wide,
chiselled face with large brown eyes and a strong jawline. She was also on
skates.


###Coral, I need your help up front. We###ve got a bunch of drinks coming up.### Her
voice was firm and clear. Jessie got her skates laced and stood up, wanting a
better look at the new girl. She was taller than both of them, maybe five and a
half feet, broad shouldered and stocky, and###Jessie couldn###t help it, when she
got to Peyton###s legs she began to stare. They were thick and very muscular, huge
quads, and round beefy calves. The shorts Peyton wore hugged her ass, which was
similarly round and steely.


###And who###s this?### Jessie started and looked up to meet Peyton###s eyes. She was
looking hard at Jessie, and there was a definite note of disdain in her voice.
And something else too, something like resentment.


Despite her suspicions to the contrary, Jessie decided to go with nice for her
first impression. ###I###m Jessie. Are you Peyton? Nice to meet you!###


She offered her hand, but instead of taking it Peyton crossed her arms (wow her
forearms are big) and looked at the hand like it might give her AIDS. ###Come on
Coral,### she said, and skated away. Coral looked sidelong at Jessie, the
expression on her face a cry for help, before heading off after Peyton.


Jessie was left alone next to the skate rack. ###What the fuck?### She said to no
one. ###Did everyone go insane since yesterday?### She###d closed just the night
before.


On her way back up front, Jessie stopped by Wilson###s desk. He was staring
intently at a dense spreadsheet on the computer screen, but he turned to her as
she approached. ###What###s up, Sunshine?###


###Not much,### Jessie replied. Wilson gave almost all his employees nicknames;
Jessie###s was Sunshine for her pale gold hair. ###Wilson, who###s the new girl?### She
kept her voice light and unconcerned, despite her feeling otherwise.


Wilson###s face split in an excited grin and he said, ###Oh that###s Peyton. She goes
to school in the city, but she###s been working summers for me since high school.
She###s resourceful, competent, really knows her way around the job. I###m sure
you###ll love working with her.### Wilson###s eyes shone behind his spectacles.


Jessie returned the smile and hoped it didn###t look too anxious. ###That###s###great! I
can###t wait to get to know her better.### Just then a loud beep sounded, indicating
someone was outside trying to place an order. ###Well, duty calls######


Wilson smiled again and waved her away, returning to his work. Jessie took one
of the headsets the carhops used to answer the switchboard, and when she put it
on she heard Peyton###s voice speaking to the customer. It was sweet and friendly,
totally different from the almost threatening tone she###d used before.


Jessie spent the next hour doing her job and keeping an eye on Peyton. The other
girl made no effort to speak to her again, and Wilson was right, she was really
good at her job. She zipped around the store on her blades, making drinks and
ice cream and hopping out orders at speed. Jessie, who knew she was fast and
good at what she did, couldn###t help but be a little intimidated at Peyton###s
skill.


Jessie was looking forward to eleven, when Isaac would be coming in. Isaac was
one of the other carhops and had a knack for making everyone feel relaxed and
easygoing, even when they were getting their asses kicked during a rush. Jessie
needed a little of that; the tension inside the store was palpable. Even though
Peyton didn###t say a word to her, Jessie could feel her eyes following her around
whenever they were near each other. She couldn###t talk to Coral like she usually
did either; Peyton kept barking orders at her and Coral looked like she was
utterly miserable. Jessie felt anger bubbling up at how Peyton was treating her
friend. What a fucking bitch.


It was ten of when Jessie had her next encounter with Peyton. She and Coral were
on the far side of the store, standing side-by-side at the two shake machines,
and Peyton was talking in a casual, rapid-fire voice that left almost no room
for response. Jessie had been listening to her switch back and forth between
being conversational and yelling for Coral to ###make that shake now!!### the entire
time she###d been there. It was really pissing her off.


Jessie was washing a few dishes and happened to look over at the other two girls
just as Peyton reached down and groped Coral###s ass. Coral, despite her size, was
extremely fit, with strong lean muscles that filled out her arms and compact
torso, and especially her legs and butt. Jessie knew she was a cheerleader at
school, part of a competitive squad. Peyton squeezed once, twice, and Jessie
could see the look on Coral###s face, the way it twisted in discomfort, and only
her desire not to make a scene kept Jessie from screaming for Peyton to get her
fucking hands off her coworker.

###Wow, that###s firm,### Peyton said in an appreciative, almost greedy tone. ###You
work out?###


Coral was silent for a moment, apparently not realizing she###d been asked a
question, when she replied her voice was small. ###Yeah, some. I cheer######


###That###s cool. I work out too, three hours a day, twice a day. It###s a great
stress reliever, and I get so ripped in the summer, wait till you see.
Especially my arms! Yours look pretty good, too.###


###Th-thanks?###


###Yeah, I love having really jacked arms. Makes the boys afraid of you, hahaha!###


Jessie was still watching them, surreptitiously she thought, Peyton###s topic of
conversation making her stomach twist uncomfortably. Jessie had a thing for
muscular girls, and apparently so did Peyton. It wasn###t terribly surprising, but
listening to her talk about it was making Jessie squirm inside. Until Peyton###s
eyes abruptly flashed in her direction, and Jessie###s insides swam for a whole
new reason. Jessie heard her say ###I###ll be right back,### and then she was right in
front of her, holy shit she could move on those blades.


She stood close enough that Jessie had to look up to meet her eyes, and she
estimated that Peyton had maybe six inches on her. Jessie was barely five feet
on a good day, and Peyton was probably half again as wide as her, so the effect
was daunting. Nonetheless, Jessie###s anger from before came through in her tone.


###Um, can I help you?###


###Maybe. What do you think I need, Twinky?###


###What? What did you call me?###


###Twinky.### Peyton###s mouth turned into a smirk. ###Because that###s what you are. A
skinny little twinky girl.### She crossed her arms over her wide chest again,
emphasizing how she was the opposite.

###I have a name, bitch.### It just slipped out; Jessie had been growing more and
more irritable the more she had listened to Peyton mistreat Coral, and now she
couldn###t hold it back. ###It###s Jes##'###


But Peyton didn###t let her finish, instead her hand snapped out and grabbed the
front of Jessie###s shirt, and lifted her until they were eye-to-eye. Jessie###s
skates just barely touched the floor, and she gasped at how strong Peyton was.
She held Jessie one-handed effortlessly, and Jessie felt a sick mix of
attraction to Peyton###s strength and fear at what this nasty girl might do to
her. She glanced to the right, where she had a view of Wilson###s desk, but he had
vanished.


###I###m sorry, what did you say?### Peyton smiled, and it was so unsettling Jessie
had to look away. She didn###t like the look in the other girl###s eyes. It was
violent and just barely restrained. There was something seriously wrong with
this girl.


###Nothing!### Jessie quickly amended. She felt helpless; among her friends and
acquaintances Jessie had a reputation for being a spitfire, and her temper was
legendary. People just generally didn###t fuck with her, regardless of her size or
appearance. But in a split second Peyton had taken complete control of her and
her space, and Jessie really didn###t want to see what pushing her might result
in.


###That###s what I thought, Twinky,### Peyton replied, her smile turning smug. ###Now
you listen to me, okay? Wilson told me all about you when I got in this morning.
How you###re ###invaluable,### and ###the best new hire he###s had in years.### I want you
to know something, Twinky: I###m the best around here. I###m on top. And no one is
going to change that, got it?### Jessie nodded, angry and scared and frustrated
that Peyton had her at her mercy. ###Good. ###Cause if you try to mess with me, I
will snap your skinny twinky neck so fast######


She let go of Jessie###s shirt and Jessie came down hard on her skates. Her feet
went in different directions and she sat down. Pain flared in her tailbone and
she hissed, watching as Peyton skated away, laughing quietly. Jessie felt a
blush warming her face and neck, and quickly got to her feet, skating to the
back for a moment of respite.


She felt humiliated. She###d been completely unable to stop Peyton; if the other
girl had wanted to hurt her, she totally could have. That was scary enough by
itself, but Jessie hated feeling weak because of her size. If only she were
bigger###Jessie imagined being six feet tall, huge muscles bulging from her frame,
threatening Peyton the way she###d done to her, watching that stupid bitch cry for
mercy. It made her feel a little better.


--


Isaac showed up a few minutes later, and Jessie was crestfallen when he and
Peyton hugged like they were old friends. She hadn###t expected different; Isaac
was friends with everyone, and Peyton was obviously pretty two-faced, but she###d
still held out hope. Isaac said hi to her too.


###Everything copacetic, Sunshine?### Isaac had worked there for years, and he###d
picked up Wilson###s nicknaming habit.


###Yeah, I###m great!### Jessie gave him a smile, trying to ignore how she really
felt. ###Kinda bored. It###s been slow so far today.###


###Then we###ll knock it out like always,### Isaac replied. He held out his fist and
Jessie bumped it. ###Hell yeah!###


The rest of Jessie###s shift wasn###t so bad, all things considered. With Isaac
there Peyton acted more friendly, but she still gave Jessie dirty looks every
time she was nearby. She stopped yelling at Coral, but continued to treat her
like dirt, forcing her to make all the shakes while Peyton hopped out orders,
and criticizing her work constantly. ###You###re so sloppy,### Jessie heard her say at
one point. She looked in Peyton###s direction to see her holding a cup in one
hand, bearing down on Coral, who looked like she might cry. The cup had ice
cream all down the sides.


###I###m sorry, it was an accident!###


###I don###t fucking care, just do it again! God, everyone turned useless while I
was gone######

When Coral took her break at two, Jessie went to the back to see how she was
doing. She found her friend sitting in the break room, her head down. Jessi
touched her shoulder and Coral looked up. Her eyes were red and there were
tearstains on her cheeks.


###Shit, Coral###come here###### They hugged, and then Jessie said, ###I fucking hate that
bitch.###


###Me too.### Coral wiped her eyes. ###I came in at nine, and she was here already,
and she was###just so weird. It was creepy! The first thing she did was stare at
me, like all over, like###like a drunk guy at a party! And she kept saying these
creepy flirty things to me, like how good I looked, and how she liked my ass###but
when we were working she was the exact opposite; she###s so mean!###


###Yeah, I saw. It###s totally fucking uncalled for.###


###I don###t even know what I did! It###s like she just decided that nothing I do is
up to her stupid standards!### Coral###s voice rose a little. ###And then she###she
touched me!###


Jessie felt another hot spike of anger, and her hands clenched into fists. ###I
know. I want to make her pay for that.### Again she imagined overpowering Peyton
the same way Peyton had done to her, and a vicious little smile emerged over her
features.


###I can###t believe she just grabbed you like that either! She can###t be allowed to
do that.###


Jessie just shook her head. ###I don###t fucking know. She acts like she owns the
place. She made all these dumb threats to me, like she###s top dog or some load of
bullshit. I just wanna##'RRR!### She slammed both fists against the tabletop.


###Do I hear the sweet music of my fellow fast-food drones complaining about our
shitty lot in life?### James sauntered around the corner just then, a fresh burger
in one hand, a bite already taken out of it. He tossed his hat on the table and
took a seat opposite Jessie.


###We###re just talking about the new alpha bitch,### Jessie explained.


###Ahh, Psycho-Girl. Yeah, she###s a real piece of work.###


###She grabbed me and threatened me to my face earlier, and she###s been treating
Coral like shit all day! Who the fuck does she think she is?!### Jessie thought
about keeping her voice down, but just as soon decided she didn###t care. If
Peyton happened to be in the back and heard her, so what. If a manager heard
her, all the better.


###Listen, it###s even worse than that, yo.### James leaned in, prompting Coral and
Jessie to do the same, and said in a low voice, ###Last year, when I was new,
there was a rumor going around that Peyton broke a customer###s arm because they
didn###t tip her.###


###Bullshit,### Jessie said, looking sceptical. ###She###d have gotten fired or, fuck,
arrested! You can###t just get away with that shit.###


###Hey, don###t look at me, I just know what I heard.### James held up his hands, half
eaten burger still occupying one. ###The rumor was that it was someone she knew,
and she tracked them down outside of work, so there###d be no connection.### He took
another bite, chewing loudly.


###Well###whatever the rumors are, she still can###t be allowed to treat us this way!###
Coral said. ###We should go to Wilson.###


###More power to you, but I don###t think it###s gonna work.###


###Why not?### Jessie asked.


###It###d be hearsay, and Wilson loves Peyton. She does the work of two people for
minimum wage just like the rest of us. Plus, I don###t know if you###ve picked up on
this, but Psycho Girl is really good at pretending to not be psycho.###


###What about another manager then? Or the other employees?###


###Also probably a no go. Our###less astute comrades are pretty much all buddy-buddy
with her, and the smart ones are scared of her, me included. I mean, bitch can
probably break me in half.### Another bite, and James continued through a mouthful
of all-beef patty and various condiments. ###As for management, they all follow
Wilson###s lead. That###s how they got to be management in the first place.###


Jessie looked at Coral, who looked disappointed. ###So we just###deal with her?###


###Not looking forward to this summer, no sirree.###


Jessie sat back in her chair with a huff. It was so unfair. Peyton was obviously
not someone who should be there, and they just had to###pretend to not know? Or
care? So fucked up. She stole another glance at Coral, who now was wringing her
hands in her lap. Peyton would keep bullying her if nothing was done about it.
Jessie felt a pang of hurt for her friend. Coral had only been working there a
short time, but she was a fast learner and had integrated herself well into
their weird dysfunctional fast-food social circle. She didn###t deserve that kind
of shit from anyone.


There was also the matter of Jessie###s crush on her. She played it cool at work,
but whenever they were near each other and Jessie was sure Coral wasn###t looking
she would steal a look at the dark haired girl, admiring her. She did agree with
Peyton on one count: Coral was gorgeous, ass included. Her muscled body was
curvy in all the right ways, and lent her a grace when she moved that Jessie
found magnificent. She loved how Coral###s strong, muscular legs and butt were
visible no matter what kind of pants she wore. When she was alone, she imagined
what Coral###s naked body must look like: broad, strong shoulders despite her
small stature; arms with thick, peaked biceps and big forearms (Jessie knew she
had big forearms because she saw them all the time); a six pack that would be
immensely hard if Coral flexed, and of course her perfect legs, thighs with big
hard quads and calves as big and round as baseballs. Jessie had always imagined
Coral to be exceptionally strong, and in her mind Coral could lift and carry her
around as easily as she might a glass of water.


Just then the switchboard rang and Jessie stood up. ###I###ll see you guys, okay?###
She put a hand on Coral###s shoulder, for support, and when Coral covered Jessie###s
hand with her own Jessie felt a little flutter in her abdomen.


--


Back up front Isaac and Peyton both zipped around and around, doing various
tasks. Isaac gave Jessie a grin and a high five as he passed, but when Jessie
got near Peyton, the other girl hit her with her shoulder hard enough to make
Jessie stagger, grabbing a counter for support. Peyton smiled cruelly back at
her. ###Stay out of my way, Twinky.###


Jessie massaged her chest where Peyton had collided with her. It had felt
like###well, not like being run over by a car or anything, but Peyton was so
solid. Jessie looked at her again and noticed for the first time just how big
she was, how she totally filled out her shirt, sleeves too. Oh fuck### Now that
Jessie had noticed Peyton###s arms, she couldn###t look away. Peyton###s biceps were
enormous; every time she picked up something even remotely heavy Jessie could
see the muscle peak under her sleeve, stretching it. It was incredibly
distracting, not to mention it made a very uncomfortable heat pool in Jessie###s
stomach and between her legs. She had to stop herself imagining what those big,
awesome arms must feel like, or looked like when Peyton flexed. It had to be
breathtaking.

Jesus, STOP, Jessie scolded herself, after the dozenth time she realized she was
staring at Peyton###s arms again, while the other girl made drinks. Just bending
her arm was enough for Peyton###s bicep to swell up until it filled her sleeve,
and the fact that Jessie was enjoying it so much was killing her. Stupid awful
ugly fucking BITCH!###with huge, sexy muscles###


--


When five o###clock came and Jessie could go home, she was ecstatic; between
worrying about Coral and dealing with Peyton###s shit while simultaneously trying
desperately not to stare at her, Jessie was exhausted. It was much busier in the
store and on the lot now. Dinner and late night were the busiest times of the
day, and Jessie decided that before she left she would bring up a few more cases
of ice cream to help the closing shift people out.


The cases were kept in the walk-in cooler in the back; each was fifty pounds and
held two bags of liquid ice cream mix. Jessie found the stack of cardboard boxes
in the back of the cooler, and made to grab one. Usually they got one of the guy
carhops to move ice cream up front, since none of the girls were strong
enough##'except for Coral. Jessie had watched her carry one of the cases the week
before, her eyes glued to Coral###s bulging arms.


Jessie wrestled with the box for thirty seconds or so until she managed to get
it in her arms. It was very heavy, and she began regretting not just leaving
when it was five. She took a few steps towards the heavy, sealed door that kept
the cooler at refrigeration temps, and was just wondering how she was going to
get that door open when it swung in on its own. Jessie couldn###t see who had
entered, but her arms were starting to shake from holding the box, and she said,
###Hey, can I get a little help here?### Strong hands took the box from her.
###Thanks, I was gonna carry that up front but then##'###


###But then you remembered how weak you are, right Twinky?###


Peyton was casually clutching the box to her chest and smirking. ###Shit, Twinky,
I didn###t think you were this weak. You were having trouble with this?### She
smirked wider and shifted the box to one hand, holding it away from her body to
show how strong she was. Jessie stared at the muscles in Peyton###s arm, how they
rippled and flexed, especially her bicep, the peak of which was clearly visible
through her sleeve. ###That###s pretty sad, Twinky.###


Jessie was going to answer, fire off a comeback, something, but her stare
betrayed her. Peyton set the box down and came closer. Neither of them were
wearing skates now, but Peyton###s height still allowed her to loom over Jessie
threateningly.


###You like my muscles, Twinky?### She teased, smirking nastily. She didn###t wait for
an answer. ###I###m not surprised. Skinny little wimp like you is probably jealous!###
She rubbed her arms, first one, then the other. ###Don###t get me wrong, I totally
understand. If I was weak like you, I###d kill to be ripped like this.###


She pulled one sleeve up, revealing a huge, round shoulder and an equally huge
bicep, and flexed.

Jessie couldn###t help but gasp. She###d looked at pictures of bodybuilders and
fitness athletes on the internet of course, but she###d never seen a girl that
muscular in the flesh before. Peyton###s bicep swelled and swelled, forming a
massive peak. Jessie remembered what Peyton had said to Coral earlier, about
getting really ripped in the summer. Jessie wondered what she meant, because
Peyton was already ripped. Her wrist was thick, and flared smoothly into an even
thicker, powerful forearm, almost as big as the huge curve of her bicep. ###Mmm,
that feels good,### she said. She rolled her other sleeve up and flexed her other
arm, and it was just as impressive. Jessie gulped, her mouth dry, wishing
desperately that she could escape. She felt transfixed by Peyton###s display, her
eyes locked on those powerful curves.


###You want to touch, little skinny?### Peyton teased in a singsong voice. ###You want
to feel the big girl###s muscles?###


That snapped Jessie out of it. ###Fuck off, bitch,### she snarled. ###I don###t want
anything to do with you.###

Peyton relaxed her arms and began to laugh. ###That###s funny, Twinky.### She began
advancing, forcing Jessie to step back, until she was trapped between Peyton and
the stack of ice cream crates. ###You think I didn###t see you checking me out all
fucking day? You think I###m stupid?### Her face was inches from Jessie###s. ###You want
this. I know you do. You###re just like those pathetic creeps at the gym who watch
me do curls.###


Jessie felt a twist in her stomach, a double-edged rip of desire and pure, utter
hatred. Her body ached with longing for Peyton###s thick, muscular curves. She
imagined Peyton working out as she###d described, cranking out rep after
rep###Jessie paused to think about how much Peyton must lift. She###d held Jessie
one-handed like it was nothing. So much power###her fingers itched at the thought,
wanting nothing more than to touch those shoulders, feel those massive arms,
trace the twin curves of her lats down to her waist. Her body must be so firm,
so hard###but when Jessie looked away from Peyton###s muscles to her cruel, sneering
face, she felt rage and loathing like she###d never felt in her life.


Peyton must have noticed the look on her face. ###Aww, you###re cute when you###re
mad. Do you not like me, Twinky? Am I being too mean for you?### Jessie###s teeth
clenched, and she felt her anger grow, her hands balling into fists. How she
wanted to lash out and hurt Peyton.


The other girl spotted her quivering fists, and a dangerous look came into her
eyes, mirrored in her smile. ###You wanna hit me, Twinky? Go on. Take a swing. I###d
love to watch you try.###


Jessie could think of nothing else but Peyton, broken and bleeding, but she
still knew better. Peyton must outweigh her by thirty or forty pounds, not to
mention how incredibly strong she was. After a long pause in which Jessie stared
hatefully at her enemy, Peyton laughed.


###I knew it! I knew you didn###t have the balls.### She shoved Jessie, pushing her
against the boxes behind her. ###As if you could ever hurt me###look at you! You###re
so weak and tiny!### She held Jessie against the boxes with one hand, her other
grabbing Jessie###s arm in an iron grip. ###Look how much bigger I am than you,
Twinky.### With their forearms adjacent, the size difference couldn###t be more
obvious. Jessie###s arm was lean, but slim, while Peyton###s was thick and solid,
easily twice the girth of Jessie###s at its widest point. Jessie struggled against
Peyton###s hold, but the hand holding her there was immovable.


###Let me go, you freak!###


Peyton looked at her darkly. ###You should really be nicer to me.### Her fingers
wrapped around Jessie###s wrist and squeezed, and Jessie hissed in pain. ###I don###t
think you want to find out what I###m capable of.### Peyton###s forearm bulged as her
grip tightened, and Jessie had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She
could feel the bones in her wrist grinding together. The pain was almost
unbearable.


###Aw, does that hurt?### Peyton twisted her grip and forced Jessie to her knees.
Jessie moaned through her clenched teeth, tears spilling from her eyes. ###Look,
little Twinky###s crying! Pathetic###### Peyton considered Jessie###s arm for a moment.
###I bet I could snap your wrist, you know. Probably wouldn###t even be hard.### The
easy way she said this terrified Jessie. She wanted to scream, ###Are you
insane?!### but she was afraid that if she opened her mouth she would sob, and she
refused to give Peyton the satisfaction.


###You know Jessie, I have to admit, I was pretty mad at you earlier. Thought
maybe you###d usurped me around here, and I wasn###t figuring on having to
reestablish myself to some pathetic little girl. But then I realized that###s all
you are: a skinny weak little bitch. You###re nothing compared to me.### She smiled,
and released Jessie###s wrist. Jessie gasped, her heart thudding in her chest. She
held her arm to her chest and tried to stem the flow of tears.


Before she could recover, though, Peyton reached down and grabbed Jessie###s chin
hard, forcing her head up so Peyton could look her in the eye. ###I hope you don###t
think this is it, little girl. Uh-uh. Now that I know what a weakling you are,
we can have all kinds of fun together!### She hoisted Jessie roughly to her feet,
before clamping one big hand onto the back of Jessie###s neck. ###Does that sound
good to you, Twinky?###


Jessie glared at Peyton with the most potent, hateful look she could muster. She
thought she saw something like unease in Peyton###s eyes, but then it vanished and
was replaced by cruel amusement. ###Go to hell, bitch.###


Peyton seemed, if anything, more pleased by Jessie###s resistance than she had
been when Jessie was crying and whimpering in pain. The pain in her neck
doubled, tripled, and Jessie thought her legs would buckle again, but Peyton
held her upright. ###I like that fire, Twinky. Playing with someone who knows
their place###that###s one thing. But breaking someone, now that###s even better.
Now###### She leaned in closer, her voice a threatening whisper. ###Get the fuck out
of my sight.###


She gave Jessie a hard push towards the door, and Jessie stumbled, almost
tripped over the box of ice cream she had been trying to take up front, nearly
ate it on the cold metal floor. Feelings of humiliation, frustration, anger, and
hatred swirled around inside Jessie like a sick, toxic soup. She felt nauseous
from the pain Peyton had inflicted, and her head was full of dark, vengeful
thoughts, violent and mean.

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