Cherry Chocolate Chip 20: Easy
Title: Easy
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Cherry chocolate chip 20 (flattery), rainbow sprinkles (Yvonne), hot fudge (Yvonne), pocky chain, butterscotch, fresh pineapple (Black No. 1, Type O Negative), malt (Summer Challenge 54: I seduced your ex-boyfriend, to help you get over him.), gummy bunnies (Sara's request on headpeople: Yvonne learns how to manipulate others as a teenager.).
Word Count: 800
Rating: PG-13, for sex and swearing.
Summary: By trial and error, she learned.
Notes: Several things came together for this. Beware of Yvonne.
Papa was easy.
He thought she was perfect. She was, really; it was just that he was the only one who noticed. Mama and 'Resa were too wrapped up in themselves-- disgusting. Yvonne curled her lip to think of them. But Papa understood. Papa indulged and took care of her. Papa loved her as she should be loved.
Papa was the best man in the world.
When he died, she stood by the bedside with her mother and sister, listening to them weep hysterically for a loss they couldn't understand, and knew no one would ever love her right again.
--
For a little while, after Papa died, she stopped caring. What was the point in trying if no one would ever do as well? But eventually, when Mama and 'Resa stopped pampering her, stopped trying to draw her out of her sorrow, the insult woke her to reality.
No one would ever take care of her as well as Papa, it was true. But somebody had to. And Yvonne would have to make half as good do.
It was like Mama always said. A girl needed a man. It was a good thing that they were so easy to manage.
--
By trial and error, she learned.
A low-cut top and high-rise skirt were common, but they had certain downsides; boys expected things. Not that Yvonne was necessarily unwilling to sleep with them. It was just that sometimes it was inconvienent, and boys usually didn't know how to do it right. A few fumbling thrusts in the darkness and a splatter of semen across her legs were not productive.
There were other ways. Demure dresses, a glance through her eyelashes, a subtly stroking hand. A low, trembling voice. A sweet smile.
They fell all over themselves, trying to save her. Easy.
--
Mama and 'Resa shook their heads over her behavior, but she didn't care about them. Nor did she care for the sneers of the other girls at school. The boys liked her.
Besides, she got them. Little revenges. Rumors: this girl was a slut, that one was a cheater. Mama's clothes were ruined, 'Resa's long hair got gum in it and had to be cut.
There was always the danger that she would be caught, but when she was, she lowered her eyelashes and trembled, and blamed a boy.
They were always glad to take the fall, for a smile.
--
And then 'Resa, the fucking bitch, got a suitor.
Yvonne hated her for that, as she'd never hated anyone in her life. Hated her more with every trembling smile, every hopeful whisper 'Resa exchanged with their mother, every sigh over a wedding magazine, every wishful dream. She wanted to scratch the bitch's eyes out.
It wasn't fair. She was perfect. She was the one who knew men. She deserved that man, not 'Resa. She should have it. She should have him. She should be taken care of, as she deserved to be.
And, she decided suddenly one day, she would.
--
Hugh Marhenke was a challenge, the first of her young life. She found him incredibly boring, for one, and he seemed to really like 'Resa. But he was a medical student, would be a doctor, could provide for her in style, and once they were married he wouldn't notice what she did, or else she could enchant him into not caring.
But that enchantment, the execution of it, that would be tricky. She could not afford to get caught, not this time. There would be no one to blame.
She studied him, watched them both, and waited for her chance.
--
In the end, it was easy. Just like every other man.
A dainty hand, laid on his sleeve while she served him a drink or asked him to sit and wait for 'Resa. A wistful glance every now and again, and feigned shock and horror when she let him see them. A few "slips" about 'Resa's other, mythical suitors.
She was particularly proud of the little flinches she adopted every time Mama or 'Resa looked at her. Soon he watched her with sympathy, and something more, something heated that she encouraged.
He wanted to rescue her, and wanted her. Good.
--
Neither Mama nor 'Resa came to their wedding.
In fact, 'Resa had screamed at Yvonne that she never wanted to see her again. Mama had coldly informed her that she was not to contact them. So much the better. Those bitches could starve for all she cared.
Her ring bore a diamond. Her dress was silk, her veil lace. Two hundred people attended the reception. Hugh wasn't bad in bed, much better than she'd expected. And he'd had some particularly handsome groomsman.
Awake in the darkness while her husband snorted, Yvonne smiled.
Nothing and no one would stop her now.
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Cherry chocolate chip 20 (flattery), rainbow sprinkles (Yvonne), hot fudge (Yvonne), pocky chain, butterscotch, fresh pineapple (Black No. 1, Type O Negative), malt (Summer Challenge 54: I seduced your ex-boyfriend, to help you get over him.), gummy bunnies (Sara's request on headpeople: Yvonne learns how to manipulate others as a teenager.).
Word Count: 800
Rating: PG-13, for sex and swearing.
Summary: By trial and error, she learned.
Notes: Several things came together for this. Beware of Yvonne.
Papa was easy.
He thought she was perfect. She was, really; it was just that he was the only one who noticed. Mama and 'Resa were too wrapped up in themselves-- disgusting. Yvonne curled her lip to think of them. But Papa understood. Papa indulged and took care of her. Papa loved her as she should be loved.
Papa was the best man in the world.
When he died, she stood by the bedside with her mother and sister, listening to them weep hysterically for a loss they couldn't understand, and knew no one would ever love her right again.
--
For a little while, after Papa died, she stopped caring. What was the point in trying if no one would ever do as well? But eventually, when Mama and 'Resa stopped pampering her, stopped trying to draw her out of her sorrow, the insult woke her to reality.
No one would ever take care of her as well as Papa, it was true. But somebody had to. And Yvonne would have to make half as good do.
It was like Mama always said. A girl needed a man. It was a good thing that they were so easy to manage.
--
By trial and error, she learned.
A low-cut top and high-rise skirt were common, but they had certain downsides; boys expected things. Not that Yvonne was necessarily unwilling to sleep with them. It was just that sometimes it was inconvienent, and boys usually didn't know how to do it right. A few fumbling thrusts in the darkness and a splatter of semen across her legs were not productive.
There were other ways. Demure dresses, a glance through her eyelashes, a subtly stroking hand. A low, trembling voice. A sweet smile.
They fell all over themselves, trying to save her. Easy.
--
Mama and 'Resa shook their heads over her behavior, but she didn't care about them. Nor did she care for the sneers of the other girls at school. The boys liked her.
Besides, she got them. Little revenges. Rumors: this girl was a slut, that one was a cheater. Mama's clothes were ruined, 'Resa's long hair got gum in it and had to be cut.
There was always the danger that she would be caught, but when she was, she lowered her eyelashes and trembled, and blamed a boy.
They were always glad to take the fall, for a smile.
--
And then 'Resa, the fucking bitch, got a suitor.
Yvonne hated her for that, as she'd never hated anyone in her life. Hated her more with every trembling smile, every hopeful whisper 'Resa exchanged with their mother, every sigh over a wedding magazine, every wishful dream. She wanted to scratch the bitch's eyes out.
It wasn't fair. She was perfect. She was the one who knew men. She deserved that man, not 'Resa. She should have it. She should have him. She should be taken care of, as she deserved to be.
And, she decided suddenly one day, she would.
--
Hugh Marhenke was a challenge, the first of her young life. She found him incredibly boring, for one, and he seemed to really like 'Resa. But he was a medical student, would be a doctor, could provide for her in style, and once they were married he wouldn't notice what she did, or else she could enchant him into not caring.
But that enchantment, the execution of it, that would be tricky. She could not afford to get caught, not this time. There would be no one to blame.
She studied him, watched them both, and waited for her chance.
--
In the end, it was easy. Just like every other man.
A dainty hand, laid on his sleeve while she served him a drink or asked him to sit and wait for 'Resa. A wistful glance every now and again, and feigned shock and horror when she let him see them. A few "slips" about 'Resa's other, mythical suitors.
She was particularly proud of the little flinches she adopted every time Mama or 'Resa looked at her. Soon he watched her with sympathy, and something more, something heated that she encouraged.
He wanted to rescue her, and wanted her. Good.
--
Neither Mama nor 'Resa came to their wedding.
In fact, 'Resa had screamed at Yvonne that she never wanted to see her again. Mama had coldly informed her that she was not to contact them. So much the better. Those bitches could starve for all she cared.
Her ring bore a diamond. Her dress was silk, her veil lace. Two hundred people attended the reception. Hugh wasn't bad in bed, much better than she'd expected. And he'd had some particularly handsome groomsman.
Awake in the darkness while her husband snorted, Yvonne smiled.
Nothing and no one would stop her now.