The Toxic Girlfriend (Rustic and ShadowPlay)

[ShadowPlay]

The wedding had been boring as hell and her date for the night had been one huge let down.

Valerie didn't even know the bride or the groom at the wedding. She had been convinced to go to the wedding as the date of her latest boyfriend and being a rich and influential family she had imagined that it could be an opening to work on some of her social contacts.

After the dinner, the gathering had moved on to a party where the alcohol flowed freely and the music was loud and hard hitting. People were moving close and sensually on the dance floor. Just the kind of setting that Val usually loved.

But not tonight. Tonight, Valerie sat alone at a table and looked at the dancing crowd. She was fuming with anger as she nursed the whiskey in her hand. Her boyfriend was now a former boyfriend, even if he didn't know it. She was going to destroy him and then spit him out for the vultures to devour. The comment from his cousin still hang in her mind. "Hey. I heard you are a tranny. I always wanted to bang a tranny's ass. Why don't you come with me to the bathroom." That wouldn't have been so bad a comment, had she not been taking to the bride's father, one of the local entrepreneurs, and the result of immediate ostracization from the higher echelons of the party. Sure enough, he had gone to the bathroom afterwards - alone - to nurse his hurting balls, but Val knew where he had gotten the information and she was going to get her revenge.

She saw him approach her table with a half empty pink drink in hand. She downed her whiskey and stood up as the music faded before the next dance was about to start. He looked at her with a goofy smile, his eyes never rising above her breasts. Not that Val minded. Those breasts had been years of work and thousands of dollars. So they should damn well be appreciated. But it meant he never saw the anger in her face as she approached. Her knee suddenly made contact with his groin. Even the chastity didn't protect his balls from the sudden pain that caused him to buckle over on the dance floor, spilling the pink drink all over himself.

She stood over him and with a voice she knew would be heard said: "Why don't you ask your sorry loser cousin if he will fuck your ass. Because I won't ever do it again. I'm fucking done with you." She ripped the necklace around her neck off and threw it at him. "You can unlock your sorry tiny dick yourself." She continued before turning and leaving.

Valerie headed toward the bar, leaving her former boyfriend as the center of attention. Several people had seen the key attached to the chain and connected the dots. Whispers were increasing as the next song began.

It was like almost everyone was doing their best not to get in Valerie's way as she approached the dispensary of liquid relaxants. Deep inside, however, she was hurting. She had hoped that this one would be the one. He had given her control over his life, just like she needed, and she had shown him love and care the only way she could. But to betray her trust by thinking he was in a position to offer her sexually to anyone else was crossing the line. And with such a result as this was almost unforgivable. She forced the tears, that threatened to ruin her makeup, back.

 

[Rustic]

Ben Cullen loved weddings. He didn't know why. Just the celebration of love and a joyous occasion. So when his friend, Tyler, was getting married to his long-time girlfriend, Sharon, Ben was more than glad to be one of the groomsmen. It was a good wedding too, if not a bit boring. It was traditional, so maybe not all the bells and whistles of cool TikTok weddings you see now with all the trends.

But he couldn't be happier for the two of them. It was actually Ben who introduced Tyler to Sharon. She was one of his few female friends that was genuinely a friend, and not trying to get with him for his money. Ben had a startup app, which helped you meal prep and keep healthy. He was a bit of a health guy himself... even if he could be exercising more. But it was making him insanely wealthy despite being a young guy of just twenty-one. He never had luck with ladies, until he got rich, which meant they were all after his money, and he hated that.

Right now was no exception. A young brunette was half drunk and sat next to him, pressing her shoulder against his. "So, I heard about the app..." She said with slightly stuttered drunk words.

Ben nodded. She was super pretty, but as soon as she talked about the app, he knew her intentions. He didn't feel like entertaining this right now.

"You're kinda cute. I could fuck you. How much do you make now?" She asked, casually, as if it was a normal thing to ask.

"How much do you make?" Ben asked, perhaps a bit too sharply, back at her.

"I'm an Instagram model, but just starting off. So... uh... nothing significant." She explained.

Ben sighed. He wasn't trying to be rude, it's just this was the usual conversation. Some hot girl who was trying to make money online, hitting on him expecting him to come to her crawling. Sure he liked the idea of crawling, but not if they just wanted his money. They didn't want him, and any relationship ended up lacking any... love? Care? They even lacked something... more... he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Excuse me," he said, leaving this girl behind. He was making his way to the bar when his attention went elsewhere. A blond woman... no THE blond woman that Ben had been glancing at occasionally since she walked into the ceremony was having some sort of fight. That red dress of hers was hard to miss. Did she just knee him? Huh? Fuck his ass? Unlock? Did she just throw a key at him? It couldn't be, could it? He'd perused online some femdom porn which caught his eye, and it made him instantly wonder if he was locked in chastity by her. That couldn't be it, right? Maybe it was a metaphorical key, like the heart keys women wore as a necklace to signify the 'key to their heart'.

She made her way to the bar, and he continued on his way. It was crowded and the only spot was right next to this woman. He was always awkward around attractive women, even if they were hitting on him. But the ones he was genuinely attracted to were worse for him. He often froze up and blushed a lot, unable to speak. Plus she seemed to be having a hard time. So he didn't think it was appropriate to talk to her. Right?

But there he was, sitting next to her, his heart pounding in his chest, as he ordered a Long Island iced tea. Not the manliest of drinks, but he couldn't stand most drinks. This one at least was strong and maybe would give him some much-needed liquid encouragement. But as he got his glass, he took a sip and decided 'fuck it'. He would try, for once, to make the first move.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, with genuine concern in his voice.

 

[ShadowPlay]

Valerie had been in this situation before. Most of the party knew that she was trans by now. That meant that half the guys wanted to fuck her, but would never admit it. The other half regarded her like a cancer. The few that would respect and accept her would be too scared to admit it in this setting. So she decided that she'd spend the next hour getting drunk and then leaving, perhaps causing a scene on the way out.

It took Valerie several moments to first register that she was the one being asked if she was okay, and next to realize the concern in the gentle voice. She was about to ignore the sorry looser that was approaching her and just drink her brains out. But something in that voice made her turn around. She wasn't okay, even if she tried to hide it, she wasn't sure how successful she was.

She looked at the guy that spoke to her. He was one of the groomsmen, but Valerie hadn't caught his name earlier when her date had told her. Was he friends with the bride? She honestly couldn't remember. She looked at the drink in his hand and raised her glass. The amber liquid of the whiskey slushed in the glass and she looked at him. "I'm sitting here alone in the bar drinking whiskey after... well I guess you heard what happened." She had to stop to calm herself. She had long ago promised herself, that she wouldn't cry, not over guys, not over anything. But she was so close to breaking that promise. "So no. I'm not okay."

She emptied her glass. Feeling the strong alcohol burn her throat made her relax a little, and she looked at the guy again with a forced smile. "But thank you for asking." He was kind of cute, in the innocent way that she liked. His voice had been gentle and caring, not the thing that she had expected at all. "I'm Valerie, by the way."

 

[Rustic]

His heart was in his mouth as she turned around. She was even more beautiful up close. She confirmed that she wasn't okay though, and he felt genuine concern for her. He took a sip of his Long Island Iced Tea... which was strong and nodded to her. "yeah it sounded rough. I'm sorry. If you want me to leave you alone I understand. I just... wanted to be sure you're okay."

He had heard of a transwoman at the wedding but didn't really care about that stuff. It suddenly made sense with the fuck his ass comment she made. He didn't know how to feel about it, but in his mind she was beautiful no matter what. This momentary realization didn't change anything. If anything, it made him more drawn to her, he didn't know why. Maybe it made things more exciting?

"I'm Ben," he told her with a nervous smile. His face was turning a bit red, and he hoped she wouldn't see in the dim lights. But the chances were slim of that. He just never could be cool and calm around women. "Uh, how do you know the bride and groom?" He was trying to make some small talk, but he knew he was no good at it.

 

[ShadowPlay]

Valerie shrugged, "Nah. That's alright. You can stay for now." He was cute and in a way and he seemed genuinely caring, a trait that few people had in Valerie's experience. He wasn't bad for boyfriend material. With a little training, Valerie was sure that he could be taught to worship the ground that she walked.

But Valerie also felt a pang of conscience. She'd have to corrupt the sweet boy into something that he'd never recover from. Perhaps he was just too innocent. So instead of pouncing him at once, she looked him over and gave him a small smile. She could after all talk to him for now.

"Nice to meet you, Ben. Even given the circumstances." She noticed him blushing, that was oh so cute and she almost succeeded to hold back a small giggle. The music was so loud that she had to move a little closer to him to be heard clearly. She put a hand on his arm and leaned in and said close to his ear. "Why don't we go somewhere else to talk! The music's too loud here." It wasn't as much a question as it was a command. She was a person that was used to issue commands and having them followed rather than asking for things.