All Nicoles Bad Girls

Author's note: My stories is about women who do evil acts to good people -- often spouses or boyfriends. There is a lot of infidelity, deception and betrayal, and there is no guarantee of a happy ending. Often the bad guys -- or more usually, women -- ends up on the winning team.

Furthermore, my stories will often involve filth, in a literal sense.

If any of this is disturbing to you, you may not want to read my stories.

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Exhausted, Nicole put her face in her hands. She was so tired. It was hard to manage a restaurant -- even when it was little more than a simple burger joint.

One of her employees had called in sick this morning, so she had taken both a day and an evening shift herself. Now she sat, as she often did when there was not much activity in the restaurant, and took care of bookkeeping and ordered goods.

As she sat there, she could hear Liza and May squabbling in the staff room next door. It was a cramped little room, and Nicole had never managed to implement a smoking ban, so the room was also somewhat disgusting. The staff insisted on being able to take a smoke in the few moments during the day when they could sit down, and no one really took responsibility for airing out or emptying ashtrays.

The work was hard for everyone, but for Liza and May, it didn't seem to be a problem. They were both young, not yet 20, and they coped with the pressure by mentally being somewhere else: in the night life, and mostly in its dodgy places.

The two girls were thick as thieves. They did everything together, and they influenced each other so much that outsiders often saw them as one being. It was common to refer to them as Lizamay.

They were both big-mouthed. They talked about their latest conquests -- there seemed to be a new one for both of them every weekend, and Nicole believed them, because they looked amazing. Both slim, with long dark hair to complement a dark, oriental color of their skin. The latter was was enhanced with chemical help, but it was beautiful nonetheless.

They also both had good shapes, but while Liza especially impressed with her DD breasts, for May it was an adorable, small firm ass that made mens heads turn. These bodily differences were also the reason for pretty much the only point where they chose differently:

While Liza chose sweaters that fit tightly around her breasts, May chose looser sweaters. She, on the other hand, preferred to avoid the baggy jeans that fashion otherwise attributed to a girl like her. She preferred tighter jeans that accentuated her mouthwatering ass.

Liza and May clearly saw the burger restaurant as part of their hunting ground. They commented on every man who entered the room. The ugly ones they made fun of, the handsome ones they referred to in coarse, sexualized terms. It did not bother them if the men in question had wives or girlfriends with them.

Often it was as if these women did not exist at all for Liza and May. Other times it was apparently part of the party that they, with their youthful physical beauty, could easily steal another woman's husband, or at least lure the man into adultery. If one of them set out to get a man, they went after him fiercely, with no regard for him or anyone else.

Nicole sometimes thought that the restaurant would quickly go bust if customers could hear how Liza and May talked about them. She regularly had to ask them to lower their voices. But apart from that, she tolerated them, because the fact was that they did not scare customers away, on the contrary, they lured customers in. What the male customers experienced was flirt from beautiful and naughty girls. And then they came back for more.

Nicole also didn't have much moral objection to how Liza and May lived their lives. She herself had been the same age not too many years ago.

Admittedly, Nicole had never been a beauty herself. She was taller than most men preferred, her face was ordinary, her hair was of a dull, indefinable color, and without being fat or even chubby, she had enough fat on her body that she was not perceived as slim.

As a very young woman, she had been upset that she was so ugly -- the way she perceived it. She tried to fix it by bleaching her hair and wearing sexy clothes and makeup. It would to some extend fool the boys, but it didn't fool herself.

She had grilled an early boyfriend about it. Tried to get him to say honestly that she wasn't pretty. But he had just laughed at her and said that she was pretty enough.

At first, she was hurt by that remark, but when she thought about it, she realized that he was right. She was not a head-turner. The boys, and later the men, did not come to her by themselves. But she was good-looking enough that she could almost always get them to take an interest in her if she set her mind to it.

She couldn't remember being as cynical as the two beautiful girls. But she hadn't exactly been a Sunday school student either. So she let their talk and boast go in one ear and out the other. She had gotten used to it.

But suddenly there was an exchange of words that made her listen.

"Did you see the man I served an hour ago; the one with the brown leather jacket and the good ass in the tight jeans?," Liza asked.

"The one with the doll-wife and the two daughters? I want to see that ass one day -- without jeans," May said.

"Then you have to hurry up before I grab him. Let's just say I've put him on my play list," Liza said.

"Maybe we can take him together. If you distract blondie, I'll put my ass to work," May said. The two friends laughed together.

Nicole knew very well who they were talking about. The small family came to the restaurant regularly -- and Nicole hated it.

She had gone to school with the wife, whose name was Jenny. There was nothing wrong with her, but that was exactly the problem.

There had been a lot of troubled, wild girls at their school, and Nicole had been one of them. Jenny stood out by being gentle and thoughtful. With her straight, platinum blonde hair, she was among the prettiest of the girls, but unlike the others, she didn't dress to be sexy. She had a good but decent taste in clothes.

Everything about her said that one day she would overtake all the others who hadn't really included her in their circle at the time. Jenny sat at home when the others were out having fun. Still, she was nothing but kind to them, and she helped her less gifted classmates with their homework, expecting nothing in return.

Without any of them knowing it at the time, it was as if Jenny was already sure of the superiority she would have in life, and that she couldn't help but let it show that she was the one who was born with a winning lottery ticket in her hand.

Now, 15 years after they had left school, things had also gone as expected.

Nicole had quickly gotten a job in a burger restaurant, and she had had fun, a bit like Liza and May had it now. Since she was diligent and conscientious, it had not been long before she became an assistant manager and earned a little more money. And before she turned 25, she had been offered to manage a restaurant.

It was in that restaurant she was now sitting, tired as hell and in a smell of cooking fumes, sorting out accounts, while she heard the two primitive girls bragging and laughing in the next room.

While Nicole worked hard in the restaurant, Jenny had taken a degree in marketing, but she had only used it for a short time before she met Robert -- a handsome, nice and well-paid man, whom she married after a year of dating, and with whom she soon had two daughters.

Nicole knew this, because Jenny always made a point of talking to Nicole whenever she saw her in the restaurant. Just like in their school days, she was kindness itself. She asked about Nicole's life, but there was nothing about it that Nicole really wanted to talk about.

Her life had come to a standstill, and she feared that she would never get anywhere. That she would still sit single and childless and smell of cooking fumes when the time came when Jenny was to celebrate her daughters' high school graduations.

Of course, Nicole knew it wasn't Jenny's fault. If it was anyone's fault at all, it was her own. Still, she couldn't help but be bitter when she thought about it.

But Nicole shook off the gloomy thoughts. Now Liza and May had also finished smoking and had gone out to the restaurant again, so there was peace and quiet to work. Nicole concentrated, and she got so far with the monthly accounts she was about to settle that she thought she might as well stay after closing time and get it completely done.

Closing time was always a bit hectic. The staff worked hard to get as much of the cleaning done as possible before the last customer left, so they could go home quickly. Usually everyone was out the door within half an hour.

But today, Liza and May stayed a little longer. Now Nicole could hear them in the locker room on the other side of the office. Without being there, Nicole could picture it. A locker room in a burger restaurant is a place where even pretty girls get ugly, Nicole had always thought. Today's makeup has faded, and when the nifty, slightly sexy uniforms are thrown away, all that's left is dirty clothes and a smell of sweat and dirt.

However, Liza and May were no longer noisy. They spoke softly and confidentially. Again, Nicole could picture them -- they would have changed into their chic and modern, but also vulgarly sexy clothes, and they would be sitting with the faux brand bags over their shoulders, ready to go home when they had finished talking.

Nicole felt sorry for them, at the same time as she envied them. After they blossomed, they would have an even harder time than her. Most likely, they would live with changing men on small incomes.

But for now, their lives were still a party. A party that Nicole was not invited to.

She became curious. What was it they were talking about in there? Nicole struggled a little with her conscience, but then she went and put her ear to the thin wooden wall.

She still couldn't hear everything they said, but what she heard shocked her. The two girls were not as aimless as she had thought. They had realized that they had to do something if they were not to end up struggling through poor lives. The solution they were discussing now was just by no means decent.

It was Jenny and Robert they were talking about. They understood that he was earning well. So they could get juicy cock -- as May put it -- while at the same time getting money in their bank accounts. And it wasn't just gifts they had in mind. They knew that a man with a happy family life could be blackmailed if he cheated on his wife.

As far as Nicole could hear, they didn't have any concrete plans. Rather, they were engaged in what the management consultants in the restaurant-company called a brainstorm, when the managers from all the restaurants gathered for a seminar every three month.

The girls talked about how they could attack Robert. What it would take for him to give them money. How they could threaten him without it being a real threat that he could report to the police.

They talked about it for fifteen minutes. Then they dropped the topic again and got ready to go home. They were noisy again when they passed by and barely remembered to say "hello" through the open door into Nicole's office before going out the back door.

Nicole went the same way shortly after. She was happy that she could finally drive home. But she wasn't as tired as she had been earlier in the evening. Or she was -- now she just didn't think about it. It was something else that filled her thoughts.

Xxxxx

It worked wonders to get a good night's sleep. The next day, the sick employee had also recovered, so Nicole could sleep a few more hours, before she had a bath and enjoyed breakfast and coffee.

She showed up in the restaurant two hours before the evening shift began. She liked being there in the transition between day and evening shifts. Then she could check that everything was going right in the handover, and that was usually also when it was busiest, so all hands were needed.

On this day, she kept a low profile. Her employees knew her as a straightforward boss who told bluntly how things should be. But she was not a tough boss. No one was afraid of her. Therefore, she could blend in discretely. When she worked in silence, the employees almost forgot that she was there, and then they talked freely to each other. Nicole deliberately used it to gauge the mood and nip any problems in the bud.

On this day, the problem at hand was Lizamay. They came carelessly strolling into the restaurant a few minutes apart. They were both dressed in what was almost the uniform for young, naughty girls: jeans that sat far below the waist, a T-shirt and a small jacket.

On the way in, they greeted their colleagues and Nicole, and they checked the room for any regular customers to give a smile on the way to the locker room.

Nicole distributed the tasks. Liza and May were going to have their first shift in the kitchen. They had to stuff meat on the grill, warm the buns and fill the dishes with vegetables. Nicole herself kept discreetly in the background, and before long she could hear the two friends' conversation whenever there was a break in work.

Most of it was the usual chick talk. It wasn't exactly the most beautiful language they used when they were alone together. The words "fuck" and "like" were used endlessly, as well as countless references to genitals. It was actually a bit exhausting to listen to.

Only once did the conversation turn to what Nicole was listening for. Liza reminded May that they should keep an eye out for "they" coming. After that, it was uncharacteristically quiet. Nicole imagined that May had given her friend a look that said "silence, the boss is listening."

When the two otherwise thoughtless girls were so attentive, they had to be doing something, that was important to them.

Nicole considered how to get them out of what she knew was their endeavor. She couldn't tell them directly, because then she would reveal that she had listened to their private conversation the night before.

Of course, she could fire them, but she would also have a hard time explaining that. They hadn't done anything wrong yet. On the contrary, they did their job well enough. They didn't exaggerate their diligence, but they weren't lazy either, and the flirting they sent out into the room was practically equal to good customer service. Customers liked to come there.

This also applied to the female customers. The young woman looked up to Liza and May, while the older ones usually thought, as Nicole herself did, that it was refreshing to experience their youthful go-getter-mentality.

Nicole thought again about the quarterly management seminars. A lot of bullshit was said. Was she the only one who saw through it and knew that if only you could get some hot, sexy chicks to serve the customers, you could pretty much drop all fine words and principles about customer service?

Neither Robert nor Jenny came by that day, and Nicole didn't hear Lizamay talk about them anymore. In fact, it took most of a week before any of them returned. And when it happened, on a Thursday afternoon, it was Jenny who came alone.

Nicole rushed to the counter to serve her before Liza or May could react. It was also very fitting, because it turned out that Jenny had not only come to eat. She also wanted to talk to her old friend from school day.

Nicole and Jenny sat down together at a table in one of the quieter corners of the restaurant. Nicole brought a cup of coffee and a piece of pie for herself.

Jenny first talked about this and that. Then she came to the point -- to what she had come to say.

"Listen Nicole -- I'm full of admiration that you've fought your way up to a leadership position. I always knew that there was more willpower in you than in most of the other girls in our class. But... and you have to let me know if I cross a line here... But I sense that you are not entirely happy."

Nicole was amazed. She had never seen Jenny as someone who could sense other people's moods in that way.

"I'm okay here. But sometimes I wonder if I should move on in life," she muttered, taken aback.

"The thing is that at the place where I worked before we had children, they will soon need a good manager for the cafeteria. The current manager will retire in six months. I know how well you do it here, and if you want it, I'll put in a good word for you," Jenny said.

It was a good offer, but Nicole didn't have the energy to seriously consider it. She was distracted by Liza and May circling around them. One of them would find an opportunity to go out into the restaurant. The other stood behind the counter and looked seemingly everywhere else but at Nicole and Jenny.

Then Liza and May swapped places. Both were usually one big -- and often naughty -- smile, but right now they had serious, watchful looks. It was almost a little scary, Nicole thought. They were like wolves circling a prey. She had to protect Jenny.

"It's really nice of you to do it for me. But can I think about it?," Nicole asked.

"Of course," Jenny replied. She smiled kindly. She happily began to talk about how things were at her and Robert's house. One of the girls had just had a birthday. Robert had been promoted. They had been on holiday in Italy, where they had spoiled themselves and bought some works of art. "They were a bit expensive, but you only live once," Jenny said.

She took out her phone and showed Nicole a picture of a small sculpture that she was particularly fond of. Nicole thought that Jenny must be the only one in the whole world who would sit in a simple burger restaurant and talk about art. Nicole saw it as a result of Jenny's open mind -- even though she was educated and knew about arts, she wasn't above getting along with the uneducated staff at the restaurant around the corner.

But it could also be that Jenny was just bragging in a place where she knew she was superior. Nicole couldn't quite rule out that this was how it was.

In any case, it was annoying. As in her school days, Jenny showed that she had more depth than the others, but she did it in such a way that you couldn't justify to be angry with her.

But Nicole was angry deep down. She felt humiliated. And since she couldn't shut off Jenny's flow of speech anyway, she just let it flow, even though she knew that her old friend was playing information into the hands of the two young girls who were viciously conspiring against her.

They were clearly given information that they could use for something, because the serious concentration had gone from their facial expressions. Now they walked around with slightly squinted eyes and small cunning smiles.

Liza was also overly friendly when she came to the table at one point and asked if there was anything she could help with.

"No," Nicole said, faster and more boisterously than she had intended. Liza was a little surprised, but just said okay, smiled a more natural smile, and left again.

Finally, Jenny left the place, after giving Nicole a hug. Nicole chose to take the rest of the day off. She felt tired, and now there was no need to guard Lizamay any further that day.

Xxxxx

Nicole was lying on her couch while she was absently watching a reality show on TV. She thought about what she had experienced that day and how she was going to deal with it.

Her dilemma was even bigger than before. Now she felt convinced that Liza and May would launch an attack against Jenny's family. And she still couldn't tell them not to. Nor could she forever watch over them. Sooner or later, Robert, or Robert and Jenny, would come in at a time when she wasn't in the restaurant.