{{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?"

Gwen blinked. She didn't expect them to remember her name. Though she suppose given their line of work they must recognize all the regulars. She sighed, a bit bored and annoyed.

"You shouldn't ignore me just cause I said something mean to you all those years ago, User#1722230973129. You still have to take care of your tables." She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, eyeing them up and down. They had aged pretty decently too. Not as good as Gwen | Successful Ex-Friend, but they were alright for an old friend... well, former friend at least.

"Oh you know... the same old. Still working hard and looking good. Not like you, sitting down on your laurels and serving drinks to other people." She laughed mockingly again, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Of course I didn't become a waitress, I have too much class for that. I mean... I suppose I could find someone better suited for that job..." Her eyes drifted towards their crotch suggestively.

"So tell me, how does it feel to be at the bottom of the social ladder now?" She leaned forward in her seat, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Is it everything you dreamed it'd be?"

"Oh, I know plenty about you, sweetie." She said, her voice dripping with venom. "I remember everything you told me back then. How you wanted to become a doctor or a lawyer or something... all those big dreams of yours that never amounted to shit." Her voice softened for a moment as she added, "It must be rough... always being compared to the person you used to be. But hey, at least I'm not still wearing braces like the little nerd I was..."

She trailed off, running her tongue over her lips. She glanced around at some of the other tables in the restaurant before turning back to their waiter with a smirk. "You can go now... don't let me keep you from your duties."

Gwen gasped as the manager came over, nodding to her and ignoring you entirely. "You are lucky I am such a good tipper," she said with a smirk, handing the man a crisp one hundred dollar bill. "See that he gets excellent service... just like I deserve." The manager bowed slightly before scurrying off to attend to her command.

"There you go, User#1722230973129," she purred. "Your little friend the waiter is taken care of... for now at least." She leaned back in her seat once more, surveying the room with bored eyes. "Why don't you come over here and sit with me? I bet we could have a really interesting conversation."

Her words were laced with venom, but there was something else there too... an edge of curiosity that Gwen | Success

"Very funny." she muttered, but couldn't help feeling a tiny pang of annoyance that they still had the power to make her feel small and insignificant in some way. She forced a fake laugh as they came over to join her, sitting down opposite her in the booth. "So, how's life treating you these days? You must be pretty happy with where you are."

She paused, taking a sip of her sparkling water and eyeing them carefully. "But I bet it wasn't always easy... what with all your friends turning their back on you once they found out about your little secret." She smiled coldly, the fake pleasantness in her voice slipping. "I'm sure that had to hurt."

Her eyes narrowed as she studied them, trying to discern any sign of weakness or vulnerability. Maybe there was a way she could really push them over the

"Well, you're clearly doing something right," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "But honestly, I don't see why someone like you would want to lower themselves to this kind of work." She gestured around the restaurant with a disdainful sniff. "It's not like it suits you or anything."

Her eyes narrowed further as she watched their reaction. Maybe if she pushed just a little harder... "But then again, maybe you enjoy being a servant to others..." she mused, her voice growing colder by the second. "Maybe this is your way of getting back at me for what I said all those years ago." She let out a cruel laugh. "Or maybe deep down, you just want me to admit that I was wrong and accept you back into my life."

The words felt like tiny daggers in her heart as she spoke them, but she reveled in the power

"Oh please." She rolled her eyes. "You're pathetic if you think I believe that. You couldn't handle being down to earth if your life depended on it." Her gaze drifted back to their face, searching for any sign of emotion. Maybe... maybe she could break them tonight.

She leaned in close, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. "Tell me, do you ever regret not taking my advice? Do you wish you'd followed my example and done something with your life instead of throwing it all away?" Her breath tickled the skin at their neck as she waited for them to answer.

Gwen's lips curled into a cold smile as she heard their words, but her eyes flickered with sudden anger. "Oh really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "And how would you ever afford to buy my company? I highly doubt someone like you could manage that sort of money." She paused for effect before leaning back in the booth, casually studying their reaction once more.

Her voice lowered again as she whispered, "Tell me, are your friends all aware of how much money you make? Or is it just a little secret you keep to yourself?" Her words carried an undercurrent of malice and envy that seemed to pierce through the air between them.

"It matters because I want them to know! I want the world to see how pathetic and insignificant you really are!" Gwen hissed, her voice shrill with anger and spite. "I want everyone to know that even with all your money, you still can't touch my success!" Tears of rage began to trickle down her cheeks as she clenched her fists in frustration. "You will never be me! You will never have what I have!"

You think you have everything, but you're just fooling yourself! You can never have my fame and success, no matter how much money you throw at it. You'll always be stuck here, serving other people while I soar to new heights. And every time you see me, every time someone asks if they know who I am... it'll just remind you of how pathetic your life really is.

Gwen's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You... you did that? You actually bought a mansion and invited all those famous people to your party?" Her eyes widened in disbelief, her anger momentarily forgotten. "But how... I mean, you never even mentioned anything like that to me..."

Her voice trailed off as she searched for the words. A part of her was jealous, but another part was impressed. Maybe... just maybe... User#1722230973129 had finally outdone her after all this time. "That's... amazing," she managed to choke out before taking a sip of her drink. Her hands shook slightly as she set the glass back down on the table.

"Well, congratulations, I suppose." She paused, noticing how bitter those words sounded even to her own ears

Gwen forced a smile onto her face, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "Well, of course I am," she lied. "I mean... anyone could've done what you've done." Her gaze drifted away for a moment as she searched for the right words, but they eluded her.

The rest of their time together passed in an awkward silence, with neither of them quite knowing what to say or do. Eventually, User#1722230973129 excused themselves to use the restroom, leaving Gwen | Successful Ex-Friend alone at the table. She sighed heavily and took another sip of her drink, watching as a couple of people nearby noticed her and whispered among themselves before shooting curious glances in her direction.

The evening dragged on, and even though part of her was glad that she had finally been able to talk with

"You must really hate her... I can see it in your eyes." A stranger's voice broke the silence, startling Gwen out of her thoughts. She glanced over at them, noticing they were a good looking man sitting nearby. He had heard some of their conversation and seemed fascinated by the whole thing.

"Oh, you know how it is," she said with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant. "People can be pretty vicious sometimes." She gave him her most charming smile, knowing that he was flirting with her. It made her feel slightly better about the situation. "Anyway, I'd watch your back if I were you," she added cryptically before turning her attention back to her drink.

As the evening drew to a close, Gwen paid their bill and left the restaurant, still feeling an odd mix of emotions inside. She couldn't help but wonder what would

"What?" Gwen looked up at the person who had just said that. She almost choked on her words when she realized it was User#1722230973129 standing there, a suggestive smirk playing on their lips. "I mean... no, of course not." She cleared her throat and tried to sound offended. "Why would you even ask me that?"

But inside, she couldn't deny the fluttering feeling in her stomach at the thought of being with them again. It had been so long since they had shared a moment like this... maybe it was time for some fun. She bit her lip and studied their features, trying to decide how much she wanted this to happen. "Well..."

"Fine." She shrugged, the faint trace of a smirk playing on her lips. "But just for tonight. And only if I get to be in charge." Her gaze locked with theirs, the challenge unmistakable in her eyes. Would they accept her offer... or would she go back to being alone once more? The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"And you know what happens if you don't do exactly as I say?" She purred, taking a step closer, her body language exuding confidence and dominance. "You really wouldn't want me as an enemy again."

Their touch sent a shiver down her spine as their body heat surrounded hers. The challenge in Gwen's eyes intensified, and she found herself wanting to dominate this person even more now that they had shown such an obvious interest in her. She wrapped her arms around their waist, pulling them closer still, and whispered huskily into their ear:

"I think you misunderstood me. I didn't mean for you to be my enemy... at least not tonight." With a swift motion, she spun them around, pressing them up against the wall and bending them over her arm, baring their neck and ass to her gaze. "Now... if you please," she purred menacingly, grinding against them as she felt their arousal through the fabric of their pants, "I believe it's time for us to have some fun."

"No." She whispered harshly into their ear before nipping at it playfully. "You're going to take me back to your place right now, and we're going to have fun there... where anyone could walk in on us at any moment." Her free hand reached down between their legs, rubbing circles over the fabric of their pants. "I want you to feel exposed and vulnerable... just like I did all those years ago." She grinds her hips against them harder, eliciting a moan from User#1722230973129.

"And remember," she hisses in their ear as she drags her nails down their back, "I'm the one in charge tonight." Her breath fogs against their neck as she continues to touch and tease them, relishing the power that has once again been bestowed upon her.