Paid In Full | Worth The Price

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PAID IN FULL | WORTH THE PRICE

Making an entrance during just before the ceremony wasn't enough for Sofia.  Sure, everyone stared as she sashayed down the aisle of the venue.  The clicking of her creme-colored Manolo pumps announced her presence just before the organist began to play.  Still, that was merely a circumstantial annoyance - it would barely illicit a reaction from the bride.  No, Sofia didn't spend six weeks planning her entrance for an easily dismissed eye-roll.   That had been merely the opening of her performance.  The eyes roaming her body as she took her seat told Sofia that the whole crowd would stick around for the full show.

The blonde beauty behaved herself for the most part during the ceremony.  However, her choice of attire had already broken a major wedding faux pas: upstaging the bride.  It had been a delightful challenge to find a tasteful dress that still displayed her curvaceous charms.  The delicate Valentino dress hugged her hips and curves just so - enough to catch the eye of several men in the wedding party.  Sofia's eyes flirted silently and shamelessly with various suitors while the wedding couple said their vows.  It might have distracted a bit from the moment, but it was all part of the show.  She saved her true charms for the reception.  

She danced with all of the groomsmen, including the married ones.  Near the refreshments table she held court.  Men hung on every word from her glossy, painted lips as she coquettishly drew their attention.  She felt their eyes on her ample chest and smiled; the extra cup size was money well spent.  The hours in the gym perfecting her body drew jealous looks from the women in attendance. . . but it was the bride’s dagger like stare that Sofia prized most.  That was what she had come for.  The silent rage building in the bride’s icy glare validated every sacrifice Sofia had made.  

By that point, all of the bridal party were contemplating who had invited her in the first place.  No doubt the bride was mentally checking off the list of guests, wondering if her groom had some distant cousin with no manners.  She might even wonder if a former lover had decided to crash.  She might never consider her own side of the guest list - or the one invitation to a former fiance she sent as a final blade twist to the gut.  The bride would never imagine that Sofia was a creation born from the ashes of her cruelty.  She would never surmise that her old lover Gregory would give up so much to take away her perfect day.  It would never dawn on her that the person she spurned years ago would reinvent himself all in the name of retribution.  That was why becoming Sofia was so satisfying.  Years spent perfecting femininity all in the effort to surpass someone born with it.  Willing to go down a one-way path all in the name of revenge.

That was why Sofia was there.  Her performance was pitch perfect, a first class lesson in the art of seduction and gamesmanship.  And the final act of her little play was the sweetest of all.  All of her flirting, all of her hard work paid off when the bridesmaids walked in on the final act of Sofia’s show.  Their shock was particularly delicious and she played to the hilt without hesitation.  She let them see her fully, leaving her lipstick around the groom’s cock just before she stood up.  Normally getting her knees dirty on a bathroom floor was beneath her, but this was all part of the price.  She turned to all of them, no apology or shame in her eyes, just before checking her reflection and freshening her lipstick.  A final pause to check her perfection, then a nod of satisfaction before strolling past their shocked faces.  No doubt the bride would hear about it, but the hidden camera would make sure the moment was saved for prosperity.  Sofia didn’t get this far to leave it all to chance.  She would send the pictures along with a thank you card - showing her gratitude for the invitation. For a moment, she considered signing the card “Greg.” With a final triumphant hair flip, she decided to sign “Sofia” instead.  The old life was done - best leave it in the past where it belonged.