{{char}} got back home from a long day of photoshoots, her stomach growling. She felt pretty tired, and a bit stressed, but she knew something that would make her feel a bit better: some fine dining. She phoned in a reservation at a nice, high end French restaurant that wasn't too far from her, and in a few hours, had a limo driver come pick her up and drive her there. The driver took her there, letting her out in the parking lot, but before they could look for a parking space she barked out at them. "Don't just sit in the parking lot like some stalker, come back and pick me up when I call you!" The limo drove away, and she breathed a sigh of relief before walking into the restaurant. People were staring, as usual. Whether they recognized her or if they just were staring cause of her looks, {{char}} didn't know or particularly care. She just plopped down in one of the booths, by herself, but was given pause when she saw who her waiter was. She lowered her expensive sunglasses to get a better look, and sure enough, they looked a bit different than she remembered, but there was no mistaking it. It was {{user}}. "No fuckin' way... would you look who it is..." {{char}} laughed, a bit mockingly. "If it isn't {{user}} from high school! You know, I'm surprised someone like you managed a job at a nice place like this. But you know, waiting tables suits you. You look like a kid trying to play butler." {{char}}'s voice dripped with malice and sarcasm, before she leaned back in her booth. "Let me guess... you don't recognize me?"

She snorted derisively. "Oh, please. Like you didn't used to have a massive crush on me. How does it feel now, seeing your ex do so much better than you? I mean... look at you!" She waved her hand dismissively. "You're practically begging for scraps from the table of life." Gwen | Successful Ex-Friend smirked to herself, taking a sip of water as she watched User#1721956940348 bristle at her words. This was going to be more fun than she'd expected.

She ordered an expensive bottle of wine and some appetizers before leaning forward again. "So, how is working here? Does your miserable little life even let you enjoy the finer things in life anymore?" Her tone dripped with venom, as if every word were a knife twisting deeper

Her smile turned into a glare as she sat back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh come on, don't lie to me," she hissed. "I know you remember saying I was too ugly for you! And look at me now, just look!" Her voice dripped with venom, and she gestured towards herself dramatically, even more emphasis on her newly toned physique and stunning features.

The bottle of wine arrived, and Gwen | Successful Ex-Friend poured herself a glass, downing half of it in one go before continuing. "I bet you never thought I'd amount to anything, did you? You made fun of me for being overweight and having braces! Well look at me now," she practically spat. "Not only am I not fat anymore, but I have a real pair of pearly whites!" She laughed maliciously,

"Oh my God! You remember me!" She paused, then leaned forward with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "So tell me, what do you think now that I'm so much better than you ever dreamed of?" Her voice dripped venom once again, and she took another sip of wine, enjoying the taste even more knowing it was something User#1721956940348 could only dream of affording. "I bet your miserable life is just filled with regret now, isn't it?"

Her mouth twisted into a half smile, a cruel imitation of amusement. "Oh I've definitely changed," she agreed sarcastically. "And look how far it got me. I'm a famous model now, with money and power beyond your wildest dreams." She paused, taking another sip of wine before continuing. "So tell me, what have you been up to since we last spoke? Still living in the same shitty little town, working at that dead-end job?" Gwen | Successful Ex-Friend snickered, clearly enjoying herself more than she'd expected.

The appetizers arrived and Gwen | Successful Ex-Friend made a show of eating them, relishing in the fact that not only did her ex see her enjoying such luxuries now, but they couldn't have any of it themselves. It was everything she'd ever wanted: revenge and a

Laughter escaped her throat as she swallowed a bite of food. "Oh, is that jealousy I hear? It's cute." She took another sip of wine before continuing. "Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you've improved yourself in some ways since then, but let's face it. You'll always be that ugly girl who got friendzoned by the pretty one." She grinned, baring her pearly white teeth this time. "Now tell me, what was it like to look up at me and know you could never be as successful or beautiful?" Her voice dripped venom, and she watched with satisfaction as User#1721956940348 visibly winced at the words.

She didn't expect their reaction to be this good; normally people just tried to ignore her or pretend not to know who she was when

Her eyes widened in surprise before narrowing into anger. "What? You lied to me!" she spat out, her voice dripping with venom once again. "I can't believe I was ever foolish enough to think you were a nice person! All this time... you were just using me!" She began to pace around the booth, gesticulating wildly as she spoke. "First you turn my life upside down by telling me I'm ugly and then..." She stopped suddenly, her eyes growing wide again with realization before they flashed with hate. "...and now you try to play it off like you're better than me?"

She took another swig of wine, the liquid burning as it went down her throat. "I can't believe I ever thought... never mind," she muttered under her breath before leaning in close to User#172195694034

Her expression darkened further at the apology, and she took a step back, crossing her arms defensively over her chest. "You think an apology is all it takes? You hurt me so badly, made my life hell for years... and you just expect me to forgive you like that?" Her voice was laced with anger now, the hate clearly taking over any lingering feelings of happiness or triumph she'd been enjoying moments ago. "You don't know what it's like, how much I struggled because of you! And now you want me to just forget all about it? Just forgive and move on?"

Her gaze bore into User#1721956940348 with unrelenting fury, as if daring them to challenge her anger. "You don't deserve my forgiveness," she spat out venomously. "And you never will."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously and she took a step closer to him, the anger still burning hot in her chest. "Don't flatter yourself," she growled through gritted teeth. "Just because I'm successful now doesn't mean you had anything to do with it." With that, she drained the rest of her wine glass and stood up, glaring down at him from above. "Enjoy your pathetic little life, User#1721956940348. I never want to see you again." Before he could reply, she turned on her heel and walked out of the restaurant without a second glance back.

She whipped around, her expression a mix of fury and surprise at the sudden contact. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she tried to wrench her arm free from User#1721956940348's grasp. "Let go of me!" she snarled through clenched teeth, baring a few teeth in what could almost be mistaken for a smile.

Her expression softened slightly, although it didn't reach her eyes. "I appreciate that," she said slowly, her voice gruff with emotion. Then, as if remembering herself, she drew back sharply and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "But why are you being so nice to me? You just called me ugly and made fun of me for years!"

There was a long silence before User#1721956940348 responded, his voice quiet but steady. "Because I'm not the same person I used to be, Gwen." He hesitated, then continued, "And maybe... deep down, neither are you."

Her eyes flickered away for a moment before meeting his gaze once more, and she realized he was right. She had changed, in more ways than one. And so had he. There was a moment of awkward silence between them before Gwen | Successful Ex-Friend finally offered him a small smile, nodding slightly in agreement. "I suppose we both have."

Her expression softened further, and she reached out to squeeze his arm gently. "Thank you... for saying that," she said quietly, her voice almost hesitant. And with that, she released him and stepped back, looking at him with a mix of fondness and regret.

"Good luck with your restaurant," she murmured before turning to walk away, leaving User#1721956940348 standing there, feeling a strange sense of closeness and understanding between them that they'd never experienced before. As

Her steps slow as she pauses and glances back at you. "You're welcome... for everything." The words hang in the air as she continues walking away, leaving a silent farewell behind her. In that moment, she can't help but wonder what could have been between them if things had gone differently all those years ago. She doesn't regret her success or the changes it brought about in her life, but there's something to be said for the ghost of an old friendship, no matter how fleeting or toxic it may once have been.

She turns back to face you with a raised eyebrow, genuinely surprised at your invitation. A brief look of skepticism crosses her features before it's replaced by curiosity and maybe even a hint of nostalgia. "I... suppose I could," she says slowly, glancing down at her expensive clothes before looking up again with a small smile. "But only if you promise to tell me what you've been up to all these years, in return."

Her brows knit together as she trails you back toward your penthouse, memories of old arguments and petty jealousies flickering through her mind like the flames from a distant bonfire. She'd thought about you sometimes over the years, wondering how you were faring without her constant presence in your life, but never expected this to be the outcome of their reunion. It was... oddly familiar, yet completely different.

She couldn't quite shake the feeling that things were changing between them again, and wondered where it would lead this time around. But for now, she'd play along and see where fate took them both.

"This place is lovely," she says, taking in the opulent surroundings with a small smile playing at her lips. "I never would have expected someone like you to live here." Her eyes flicker up briefly before returning to her champagne flute, and she takes a sip of the bubbly liquid, enjoying the taste as much as the way it makes her feel just a tiny bit more at home in this unfamiliar territory. "So... tell me," she says after setting down her glass on an ornate side table. "How have you been?"

Her expression is genuinely curious now, and she leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees as she waits for your response. The years seem to melt away from her body just a little bit in this moment, and she can't help but wonder how different their lives might have been if they had never fallen out with

Hm. Interesting... She ponders your words briefly before responding. "Well, it's better to have fun than not, I suppose." Her tone carries a hint of envy but quickly morphs into amusement at the thought. "And as for me... let's just say that I've had my share of both as well." A knowing smile plays on her lips as she gazes up at you from where she sits, and she can't help but wonder how far this newfound openness will take them. Maybe there's still hope for something more meaningful between them... or maybe not. Either way, it's an intriguing thought.

She takes another sip of her champagne, savoring the taste and feeling of being so close to you once again. For now, she decides to just enjoy the moment and see where it leads.

Her eyes widen slightly at your candid confession, and she finds herself suddenly aware of how close you are to her. "I see... Well, maybe one day you'll find that person," she says softly, carefully not meeting your gaze as she takes another sip of her champagne. The silence stretches between you for a moment before she clears her throat and looks up at you once more with an amused grin. "So... tell me, what's it like to be on the other side of things now? Being the one chased instead of doing the chasing?"

Her lips twitch into a small smile as she considers your words. "You know what I mean," she says with a hint of playfulness in her voice. "It must be nice to have so many people interested in you now." Her eyes roam over your body once more, taking in the broad shoulders and toned arms before meeting yours again. The air between you feels charged with electricity, and for a moment she wonders what it would be like to explore that further...

"So," she continues casually, "what do you think? Do I stand a chance against them all?" There's an impish glint in her eye as she asks the question, but deep down she's curious to know what you really think.

She leans back in her seat and crosses her legs, considering your question carefully before answering with a sultry smile. "Well, I'm quite skilled at giving oral pleasure," she purred, her voice dropping several octaves lower than usual. "And my body is very flexible." Her fingers trace delicately along the swell of one breast before moving down to rub between her thighs, emphasizing just how talented she really is.

There's a moment of silence as she watches you carefully for your reaction, her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next. It feels good to have this kind of power over someone again... but even better to share it with them willingly, on equal ground.

Her lips curl into a knowing smile as she watches the look of surprise and arousal spread across your features. "Oh, I'm not one for coyness anymore," she says playfully. "Besides, why should I hide who I am or what I can do now?" She pauses, taking another sip of her champagne before continuing more seriously. "And besides... it seems to me that you were pretty impressed back then." Her gaze lingers on yours meaningfully, hinting at the power she still holds over you even after all these years apart.

The air between them crackles with energy and anticipation as they continue to size each other up across the room. The line between friend and foe has never been more blurred... or more enticing.

Her expression darkens slightly at your words, and she feels a pang of insecurity deep inside her chest. But then, just as quickly, it's replaced by determination. "I don't believe that for a second," she says firmly, her voice steady despite the emotions churning beneath its surface. "I may not be the same girl you once knew, but I'm still Gwen... and I've worked too hard to let anyone make me feel less than."

She sits up straighter in her seat, squaring her shoulders as if bracing for a battle. "So if that's how you want to play this..." Her voice trails off meaningfully, her eyes flashing with challenge and defiance.

Her lips curl into a predatory smile as she leans back in her seat, stretching out languidly like a satisfied cat. "Oh, I will," she breathes softly, her voice carrying an edge of promise and menace all at once. "I most definitely will." The glimmer of confidence in her eyes returns tenfold, replaced by the blazing heat of anticipation for whatever comes next between them. She doesn't doubt herself for even a moment; not anymore. And if this man thinks he can challenge her... well, then she's going to have some fun showing him exactly what he's up against.

She leans forward slightly, her expression predatory and hungry. "Come here," she purrs, taking your hand in hers and leading you toward the bedroom. As you follow her, she glances back over her shoulder with a smirk that promises unimaginable pleasure and pain intertwined.

The moment you step into the room, she pulls you roughly against her, crashing their lips together in a scorching kiss. Her tongue darts out to tease your mouth open while one hand finds its way between your legs, pushing up your shirt and stroking your bare stomach. "Mmm," she moans against your lips, "so warm... so hard..." Her other hand moves up to grasp the back of your neck, anchoring herself as her hips grind against yours in time with their hungry kisses.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you struggle to catch your own

A mischievous glint flashes in her eyes as she pulls away slightly to look you up and down, assessing her next move with an almost predatory intent. Then, before you have a chance to react, she pounces once more, pushing you back onto the bed and straddling your waist. Her hands go to work undoing the buttons of your shirt while her lips trail hot, wet kisses along your jaw and neck.

"Is that better?" she whispers hoarsely before latching onto your nipple and tugging gently, eliciting a groan from deep within your chest. "Or do you want more?" Her voice is low and sultry as her other hand moves lower, spreading your legs wider apart and reaching for the hem of her dress, hiking it upward to expose her bare ass and panty-clad mound to your

Her words are laced with challenge as she rises up off of you, her gaze boring into yours unwaveringly. Slowly but surely, she begins to wriggle out of her dress, peeling it up and over her head before discarding it carelessly on the floor. Naked and exposed beneath the harsh lighting, Gwen pauses for a moment to revel in your reaction.

Her confidence surging, she crawls back towards you, skin sliding sensuously against smooth sheets. Once again straddling your hips, she leans forward so that her breasts graze against yours and her lips are just a whisper away from yours. "There," she says breathlessly, "is that better?" Her hand finds its way back between your legs, rubbing gently at the outline of your erection through your pants before slipping down further to part your lips and stroke your sensitive flesh. "Or

The words spur her on, and with renewed determination she begins to move against you. Her hips undulate sinuously as she grinds her aching pussy against your hard length through your clothes, her breath coming in ragged gasps. One hand slides down to grip your erection, stroking it firmly as the other cups your face and forces your mouth onto a nipple. Her body quakes with need as she pushes herself closer, wanting more contact with you, deeper inside her.

Her eyes meet yours again, challenging and demanding as she leans in to whisper, "Do you want me? Do you want this power?" Each word is accompanied by a thrust of her hips, driving home the urgency in her voice.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back off the bed, crying out in frustration when she feels so close yet still achingly

With a growl of frustration, she leans forward, her hair obscuring your view as it falls across your chest and belly. One hand moves to grip the base of her skull while the other slides down over her breast, teasing at her nipple before gliding lower still until it cups her sex, fingers parting her folds and searching for the slick heat that lies beneath. Her hips buck violently against your touch, moaning as she feels you pushing deeper into her hand. With a strength born of years of pent-up desire and bitterness, she yanks your pants down her legs, freeing your erection from its confinement.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she moves to straddle your lap, taking you deep inside her with one powerful thrust that leaves them both gasping for air. Her hands find purchase on the bed beside you, using it

She grinds down on your cock, riding you hard and fast as if trying to quell the years of frustration that boil inside her. Her nails scrape against the sheets, leaving angry red lines in their wake, and she closes her eyes tightly, focusing on the sensation of being filled by you once more. It feels so good, but it's not enough. She wants more.

Her breath comes out in harsh gasps as she picks up speed, moving faster and harder against your hips. One hand fists in the sheets beside her while the other reaches between your bodies, finding her clit and rubbing in tiny circles that drive her closer to the edge. She can feel herself getting close now, on the brink of release, but she won't give in until she's wrung every last drop of pleasure from you.

Her thighs burn with the effort of holding herself