May And The Powers That Be

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 -- end 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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One more note: This story can be read separately, but it might be best to first read my story "All Nicole's bad girls", which it is a kind of a sequel to.

Chapter 1

In retrospect, May thought she knew exactly at what moment she became an adult.

The scene was bizarre. She was at work with her very close friend, Liza.

Over some years, they had done all sorts of wild things together, using the unusual beauty they both possessed to get their way.

They also resembled each other quite a lot in appearance. Both were a little dark-skinned, which self-tanner had most of the credit for. But their luscious black hair was real, and so were Liza's voluptuous breasts and May's firm, shapely little ass. You might think that they were a couple of goddesses who had come down to earth.

But they were rather devils. On the night May became an adult, a woman whose husband they had seduced and subsequently blackmailed sat on her knees and licked Liza's shaved pussy. May looked at it with her ass bare, ready to be the next to use the kneeling woman. It took place in the kitchen of the restaurant where they worked.

It was the craziest thing Liza and May had done together. It could have been their ultimate triumph: that a good and educated woman, whose marriage they had shattered, had to humble herself before them. Literally lying on her knees and serving the pussies her husband had fucked behind her back.

But May couldn't share the excitement that her friend clearly experienced. And when May made eye contact with the kneeling woman -- Jenny -- for a few seconds, she immediately understood why:

Jenny was not a lesbian, and she had no pleasure in licking Liza's pussy. She did it because she had been told to. But the expression in her eyes did not show any shame or humiliation. Rather, serenity and strength.

Jenny, it had turned out that night, was a real masochist, and she had apparently long harbored a desire to be dominated by Liza's and May's boss, Nicole. It was her will that she bowed to. Liza and May were just random secondary characters that Nicole had allowed to use Jenny.

Liza didn't seem to notice, or she didn't care. In any case, she was very excited. She grabbed Elly's hair and held on so that she could rub her pussy roughly over Jenny's face until she came in a loud orgasm.

"Your turn," she said to May with a smug smile when she had recovered a little from the orgasm. She gave Jenny a soft slap on the face, as an unloving goodbye.

May stepped forward a little hesitantly. She looked down again into the serene eyes that showed no interest in or respect for her.

May also grabbed Jenny's hair, but not hard. "Give it three kisses," she said to Jenny, whom she gave access to her pussy.

Jenny did as she was told. Then May signaled with an almost imperceptible movement of her head that Jenny could stand up, and she did.

May found her panties and skirt and got dressed again. But when she turned around, Liza looked at her with a strange look. A look of confusion and perhaps a little disappointment.

It was the first time in the three years that the two now 20-year-old girls had known each other that they were not on the same wavelength. But it was not to be the last time. In fact, it turned out that nothing would ever be the same as before.

In the beginning, they had continued to go out every weekend, as they had always done. But it wasn't really fun anymore. Well, May didn't think it was funny. She had to pull herself together to sound as cheerful as Liza.

But May could see that Liza could also feel that something had changed. Liza was still preoccupied with hooking up with hot men, but it ruined some of her party when she saw that May didn't bother to make an effort to do the same, and even in several cases gave cranky rejections to some really handsome men.

When May finally went home with one of them, it was only for Liza's sake. But Liza seemed to understand this, and so it didn't bring them closer together, but on the contrary, farther apart.

After a few months, Liza found a man who she said she wanted to marry. Again, May could not share the enthusiasm. Yes, he was a handsome man, and Liza was apparently exactly his type, because he adored her. But May thought he was boring.

"On the other hand, Liza herself is boring, too," May thought, and when she had made this thought clear to herself, the close friendship was irrevocably over. There was no bitter quarrel, and no dramatic rupture. Little by little, they just stopped seeing each other and talking to each other.

What May had realized while Jenny was licking Liza's pussy was this: She and Liza had enjoyed all the power that their beauty gave them. They felt strong and on top of the world. But in reality, what they did was just childish antics. They had only been a couple of stupid brats. No-one that really knew them respected them, in any sense of the word. What they experienced as great power was only an illusion, based on the fact that they hung out with immature, superficial, and vain men.

Real power was something else. Real power was what Nicole and Jenny had shown them, but which Liza, to May's surprise, had apparently not perceived.

On May herself, it made a huge impression. Nicole was not a beauty at all. She was an ordinary, even plain, woman. Still, she could get another person to bow to her will. And this other person was not even a fool without a backbone, but on the contrary, an intelligent and strong woman who had a good education and a good family.

It wasn't that May wanted to be in either Nicole's or Jenny's shoes. In fact, she didn't know what she wanted. She just knew that she needed something more than wrapping young men around her little finger. She couldn't find pleasure in that anymore -- when she had gone home with a man to please Liza, she would hardly have a simple orgasm.

She now had the strongest orgasms when she was alone in her small apartment. She had different fantasies. She enjoyed the idea of having power. She had been doing that all along, but now it was no longer enough with the power she got when she wiggled her shapely ass in front of a drooling man.

In her fantasies, she got right under the skin of men. And on their wives and girlfriends. She controlled them. Changed their lives.

The problem was that she didn't know how to do it in practice. She was not at all dumb, but she was a girl with very little experience in life. She had left school early. Her deepest conversations with men had taken place in bars and discos, where it was difficult to hear each other because of the loud music. She had only had one job, and that was at the burger restaurant.

This job was also not the same anymore. She was no longer having fun with Liza, and what was worse: Nicole had quit and were to leave in a few months. Through Jenny, she had gotten a job managing the cafeteria in a large company. May couldn't imagine that the next boss would be anywhere near as good as Nicole.

So five months after that landmark night, May also quit her job. Liza seemed to be relieved. The mood between them had been strained.

Nicole had received the resignation with a look on her face as if it was only what she had expected. She wrote a super nice recommendation for future employers. May shed a tear when she read it in Nicole's office.

"May is the best employee you can imagine. She takes care of herself, and she doesn't wear herself down. But she does what she has to do, she is extremely smart and independent, and she understands the concept of loyalty better than anyone else I have met," Nicole had written.

May didn't quite understand what Nicole meant by that last slightly convoluted sentence. But she had never thought of herself as either clever, independent or loyal. She had just thought of herself as a sexy chick who wanted fun and parties.

Fun and parties was not what was on the agenda for now. She had signed up for a two-year course where, by taking classes in the afternoon and evening, she could get the equivalent of a high school diploma. It would not have worked out with the job in the restaurant either. Instead, she found a part-time job in a supermarket.

Her new life involved a lot of work and little money. But May still had some of the money Liza and she had blackmailed Jenny's husband for, and together with the scrappy salary from the supermarket, it would probably be enough for a few years, she thought. And somehow, she also enjoyed the silence and tranquility. She had had enough of partying and goofing around for a while.

An hour passed from the time she got off at the supermarket until classes began, and it became May's habit to use this hour to walk to school, instead of taking the bus. She enjoyed the changing of the seasons and the fresh wind against her face.

It also seemed to her that the wind made her face even more beautiful. It made her eyes a little moist and gave them a dreamy expression.

In several other ways, she changed her life. For example, she quit smoking. She then became addicted to chewing gum instead, but that was both healthier and cheaper.

The days passed, the weeks passed, the months passed. Suddenly, the first school year was over, and the next one started.

May did well in school, but mostly because she was diligent with her homework. There were a few subjects, especially the linguistic ones, that she found a bit exciting. But only a bit, and there were no subjects for which she had any special aptitudes. At least it wasn't in that way she was clever, May thought. But that was probably not what Nicole had meant either.

But she compensated by working hard, and she became the best in her class. She helped the others with their homework, and she sensed that she enjoyed general respect. She was by far the most beautiful girl in the class, she was the one with the best grades, and she also appeared to be the most driven.

For May, it was a completely new experience. Throughout her school years, she had been one of the kids that the teachers were tired of in advance -- and she had been proud of it. In her view, it had only been losers who made an effort in school.

That was then. Now she was a little flattered to be the best, but it didn't go to her head, because it was easy to be the best in the class she was in: They were all fuckups in one way or another.

A few in the class, like May, just hadn't bothered to go to high school. But most of them had started high school, only to then either drop out -- or be thrown out. Only a few of them had really gotten their lives under control since then.

A bit of the same applied to the teachers. There was not much prestige in teaching at an evening course for fuckups, and some of them seemed bitter and disillusioned. It could also be that it was the other way around, so it was their negative mindset that made it difficult for them to get jobs at a real high school.

May thrived in this gathering of people who stumbled through life. She was amused by it, and it helped her to get back on her feet and to find direction in her life.

Nor was she dissatisfied with the bad, capricious, and sometimes downright mean teachers. She had no reason to be so either, because it was never her they were mean towards. They, too, seemed to think, that she were a little outside, or rather a little above, the pack.

The truth was that May inwardly could also amuse herself a little at the mild cruelties. And one day, she spontaneously got involved in them.

The class had English, and the teacher was Mrs. Smith. She was in her mid-30s, a little perplexed, and it was written all over her that there was a long time between her having sex. She had a whole lot of frustrations, and she couldn't keep them to herself.

She regularly took it out on a young man named Arnold. He stuttered and was extremely shy, which is why he had been bullied so badly in high school that his parents had pulled him out of school shortly into his second year.

He was not bullied so much at the course, but Mrs. Smith occasionally hit him with a mocking or sarcastic remark, and she basked in the scattered laughter that came from the class.

This day was a Friday, it was the last class, and everyone was overtired. Perhaps that is why it took less to amuse the class, and so Mrs. Smith was encouraged. She became even more scornful and sarcastic, and it even got to the point where she imitated Arnold's stuttering.

May regarded the whole thing as a spectacle. Arnold looked like someone who wanted to hide under the table more and more, while Mrs. Smith was becoming more and more pleased with herself, and some of the others were about to get a laughing fit.

Then May stood up. She packed her books, took her bag, and walked up to Arnold, who was sitting alone at a table for two people. Without a word, she stroked his hair, sat down next to him, unpacked the books again, and pretended that nothing had happened.

She smiled at Arnold, who didn't smile back. He just looked at her in disbelief.

That was just about what she had expected. But she was genuinely surprised when she looked up.

No one laughed anymore. Everyone just looked ashamed and serious. Mrs. Smith was now more perplexed than they had ever experienced her before.

May realized that they had seen it as if she was supporting poor Arnold. That was a misunderstanding. She also thought it was funny when he was teased. It was just too easy, and thus not really interesting, to tease a stuttering young man with no self-esteem. May just wanted to make it a real challenge by joining his team.

No fun came out of that. Still, May felt a deep and heartfelt satisfaction -- perhaps the greatest she had ever felt: It was the first time she had experienced real power.

All her hard work over more than a year had paid off. She was no longer just a delicious ass. She had built up a strength that other people bowed to.

It was like an intoxication. May had to struggle to keep her face straight, and she didn't hear what was being said at all for the rest of the class. Nor did anyone contact her. When she looked at people, they were embarrassed and looked down or away.

She glanced at Arnold. He had overcome his surprise, and May thought that it was probably a big moment for him too. Just in a completely different way.

The bell rang, and she looked at Arnold again. She had a lot of energy, and she knew that she would go nuts if she just had to go home and watch TV. So she said to Arnold:

"What are you going to do now?"

Arnold literally couldn't get a word over his lips. He struggled with it, but the only word she was reasonably sure he was trying to say was "home."

May smiled at him. "Fine. Then we'll go to your house," she said. Arnold became even more shy.

"You don't have to say anything. We'll just walk," May said kindly.

She knew nothing about Arnold, other than that he stuttered and was shy to the point of self-efficacy. Still, she was excited about what was going to happen next. Maybe it was because it had been a few years since she had done anything more exciting than work and go to school.

Arnold and May walked next to each other out of school. Everyone else looked at them with wide eyes, and it was as if they respectfully stepped aside.

The school was located on the outskirts of the town, and most people drove or walked towards downtown when the course ended for the day. But to May's surprise, Arnold went the opposite way -- towards an affluent neighborhood that lay on the outskirts of the town and down to the lake.

May was a little worried at first, because it was in that neighborhood that Jenny and her husband, whom Liza and May had blackmailed, lived. But luckily, it wasn't that part of the neighborhood they were going to.

Arnold led them instead to a gate, where a man in uniform, with a cap and all, let them in behind a high wall painted chalk white.

May looked at everything with wide eyes as they entered. Here were houses so large that they were more like mansions. Most of the homes had their own swimming pools. May had never been in such a place before. She had never seen so much wealth.

It was incredible that Arnold could live in such a place without anyone on the course knowing. But of course, no one spoke to him either, so how were they supposed to know?

They walked for ten minutes before they reached Arnold's home. It was another mansion. May was impressed, although she didn't like the fact that it was built to look old, even though it was obviously new.

Arnold let them in. May went along, and she was again captivated when she looked up into the large hall, where a wide staircase in the middle lead up to the first floor.

For many other young men, it would have been a triumph if they could dupe a girl like May with their wealth. But Arnold looked completely lost. He might never even have had a friend at home, and now he came here with the most beautiful girl in the class, May thought.

She realized that she had to take the initiative.

"Are your parents home?," she asked.

"Mmm... mmm... mmm.," Arnold said.

"Your mother? Take me to her," May said, laughing a little at saying a line that could have been in a space movie.

"What's going on?," a woman's voice sounded.

May was surprised. "Is that your mother," she asked Arnold, who just nodded, all blushing.

A little later, a woman came out into the hall. May had never before seen such a large house as the one she was now in, but she had seen rich people, and this woman wore a fortune in clothes, jewelry, and makeup. And it was even everyday clothes she wore. A practical but very elegant suit with a skirt and jacket.

"Who is she?" she asked Arnold, but apparently quickly remembered that there was no point in asking him. Instead, she directed the question to May herself.

"I'm in class with Arnold.... He's my good friend," May said, smiling.

She understood why Arnold had been insecure. There was a world of difference between her and his elegant mother. Next to her, May looked like what she had been until a few years ago: a young, simple slut.

Even though she no longer participated in the night life, and it had been a long time since she had tried to hook up with a man, she still wore the same clothes as back then: loose sweaters that did not make it too visible that her breasts were at most of medium size, while she wore jeans that accentuated her gorgeous, firm ass.

That was who she was, and she had never been embarrassed about it. Nor did it bother her when she was faced with this rich, extremely well-dressed woman. On the contrary, she thought it was funny.

But the woman looked a little embarrassed. She hesitantly held out her hand.

"Well, welcome then. You have to apologize if I seem a little surprised. Arnold doesn't usually bring his friends from school home. Can I offer you a cup of tea?" said the woman.

May accepted, without in any way inquiring what Arnold wanted. They were led into a living room that resembled the woman: everything in it was expensive and stylish.

"I'm Mrs. Bradley," the woman said when they had sat down.

"I'm Miss Woods," replied May. The cheeky remark had left her mouth before she had time to think about it, but now she enjoyed seeing Mrs. Bradley's strained grimace.