Cruel Beauty

Cruella Mutual Hatred

'No harm in a little window shopping.' You mimic. 'Yeah shop away you stuck-up bitch see if you can find another big hard cock to suck on.' you kick the gravel on the drive angrily as you stomp away. Wrapping your arms around yourself you stop when you get to the end of the grounds leaning against the large wooden gates of the driveway. Although...she didn't have much of a choice. What was she going to do turn around to a load of homophobic snobs and say I'm shagging the help. The female help. 'The help.' you mimic in her accent. Chewing your lip you realise she never said any such thing you are further insulting yourself with no good reason. Well, maybe, guilt? You shouldn't have just stormed out and left her like that she deserves better. Like she even cares you are gone...damn that's a lot of thoughts to have. You glower back in the direction of the house wishing you'd the ability to blow it up with your mind.

The Baroness turns back to Yvette and Hilda. 'I'm sure she has something important to do, I imagine you aren't used to competent staff.' she looks down her nose at Yvette. The blonde frowns in disdain. 'Why don't we introduce the Baroness to some suitable bachelors Hilda, while the night is still young.' Hilda claps her hands together. 'Excellent idea. Shall we Baroness?' she leads an unwilling Baroness to a room full of suitors. 'Richard, Edgar, have you met Victoria? Perhaps you could introduce her to a few people.' The Baroness immediately feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She is the only woman in the room the ladies are next door. Now there is every chance these men are harmless, there is always an equal chance that they are not. 'Drink?' One pushes a glass into her hand. 'So, how much are you worth, I only court women in a certain bank account bracket. Feel it best to get these things out the way so we don't waste time.' The Baroness feels her nostrils flare. 'Oh ignore him.' another gentleman leads her away. 'So vulgar, I'd much rather talk about your brand.' The Baroness relaxes a little. 'My brand?' The gentleman nods. 'I'm wealthy enough to buy it out, what is it you own? A little dress shop? Imagine what you could do with the right man behind you?' he puts a finger under her chin.

'You couldn't afford me.' her hackles are back up and she moves away. 'Ohhh finally one that isn't all business, pleasure more your tipple m'love.' A sweaty man grabs her from behind obviously drunk lifting her and spinning her. The Baroness drops her glass. 'Heaven's sake!' she pushes him off. 'Oi, I'm the same as you love, new money, wouldn't bother looking down your nose at me.' A waiter much younger than her stands by the grandfather clock his hands clasped in front of him. The men go back to their cards. 'Vulgar animals.' he speaks in a low voice so only she can hear. Victoria decides not to bother letting her defenses down again. 'And what of you? How do you plan to demean, insult, accost, or compare me to the worth of my riches?' she bites bitterly. Also, she is irritated constantly checking the door to see if you have returned. The young man laughs. 'You aren't selling what I'm buying my lady.' The Baroness arrogant as ever juts out her chin. 'Oh? You think I couldn't seduce you?' Victoria being Victoria is offended he doesn't seem to find her attractive, not that she enjoys the unwelcome attention from the others. 'No. You don't have the six inches I need.' The Baroness frowns and then blinks.

'Are you saying that you...' The young man smiles. 'She's finally cracked it.' Victoria blushes. 'Is there anywhere we could go to speak more privately?' He inclines her head and she follows him through the grand house. No one else pays attention. 'They're actually not so bad, they are all mouth I'll give you that but honestly you could overpower them. All so soft and pampered.' The Baroness blushes at his words. 'What is your name?' she enquires. 'Louis.' he replies. 'And I know who you are.' Victoria nods. 'About what you said in the room...' 'I prefer the company of men.' he says bluntly. Victoria blushes. 'Oh...that's...' 'Sordid? Deviant? Unhinged?' he offers. 'I was going to say unusual, I've never heard of such activities between men.' Louis chuckles. 'Don't get out much?' The Baroness huffs turning away then eventually decides to speak. 'So, it is a carnal desire?' Louis raises his eyebrows. 'Carnal, romantic, it's just who I am. I believe everyone should live their truth or what is the point in being alive?.' Victoria nods. 'Well you are young...don't you think you are setting yourself up for a rather lonely life?'

Louis chuckles. 'I said I would not marry a woman, I didn't say I am lonely. I am quite content, I am happy.' he continues to walk with her. 'You are involved?' she raises an eyebrow. Louis turns to her and smiles. 'Life is short Baroness, find what makes you happy and do it. If you don't mind I will leave you to it, if you head toward the library there is a side door, I will report back that you considered the eligible bachelors but you just wanted to mull it over.' The Baroness looks relieved. 'But won't people see you and know we were not together?' Louis chuckles. 'Where I am going only one person will be seeing me for the next few hours.' he winks at her. She heads to the library and freezes upon entry. 'Reynolds...what are you doing here?' The commissioner looks up sipping his whisky. 'It is my wife's party, where would I be other than hiding from all of her faux snooty friends, present company excluded of course.' he raises a glass to her. Victoria purses her lips. 'How nice of you to say.'

Reynolds snorts. 'You wouldn't be in here because you are trying to escape their company as well?' Victoria opens and closes her mouth, he is an ungracious host but she doesn't want to look like an ungracious guest. 'I just needed some air actually.' she turns away from him and heads for the door. 'Wait.' he catches her wrist. 'Stay, have a drink with me? Please?' she turns and frowns seeing his grip on her wrist. 'I heard Yvette was plotting to set you up with a husband, she is quite the bitch is she not?' The Baroness relaxes a little at this. 'One does not like to speak ill of one's friends.' she replies. They both laugh. He lets go of her wrist and pours her a drink he sits on a love seat patting a space beside him. Victoria follows and sits but leaves an appropriate amount of space between them. 'You aren't a fan of hers?' she queries. 'Yvette...god no, she is the worst one of them all, honey drips from her tongue, concealing the bite of piss she showers upon us. She's horrific.' The Baroness laughs. He raises his glass. 'To mutual hatred.' he toasts. The Baroness clinks her glass with his. 'Cheers.'

You re-enter the grand house, if nothing else you have a duty to your employer as her assistant. 'Hmm, feeling better dear?' You feel your skin crawl the second you hear her. 'Yvette.' you greet coldly. 'You left in such a hurry earlier we were ever so worried about you.' she smirks sipping her champagne, Her face has gained a little colour in response to the alcohol. 'Where is the Baroness?' You change the subject. Yvette shrugs. 'Could be here, could be there, could be anywhere. Can't say I am keeping tabs, Hilda introduced her to several desirable prospects. In fact, now you mention I think I did see her take a walk with a nobleman, perhaps there will be wedding bells in the near future. You and she are close, perhaps she will want you as a bridesmaid. I know new money isn't big on tradition, I guess anything is possible.' You fill the space between you and had it not been for the open door meaning you could be seen you'd have punched her. 'Your a vindictive spiteful little bitch you know.' You are toe to toe. Yvette smirks. 'Oh, stop, you flatter me dear.' she passes you.

'So none of the suitors were to your liking?' Reynolds asks pouring Victoria another glass, she's more relaxed now, the alcohol is doing its job. 'No.' Reynolds laughs. 'Slim pickings eh? Don't get me wrong I think you have the right idea anyway.' Victoria relaxes against the love seat resting her eyes. 'Oh? What might that be?' Reynolds presses the glass into her hand. 'Avoiding marriage, it's overrated. Mines makes me quite miserable.' he admits. 'Hm?' Victoria's eyes remain closed she brings the glass to her lips taking another sip. 'I believe affairs can be much more amicable than marriage.' His voice seems suddenly closer now and her eyes snap open when she feels his hand on her inner thigh. As she opens her eyes she feels his lips on hers as he forces a kiss climbing on top of her. Victoria shakes her head and tries to shove him off of her. He only breaks the kiss to rip his suit jacket off. She shoves him and he falls back, she runs for the door but he grabs her shoving her up against a bookcase. The Baroness yelps in pain tilting her head to the side. 'No, stop, please! I don't want this!' she whimpers. She can't believe this is happening again she hears the belt buckle.

'Ugh!' she turns seeing him on the floor, then watches you kick his ribs hard.'I think the lady told you no.' you spit on him for good measure then walk to her side. Victoria is panting she looks between you and him she doesn't speak but you feel her grip your hand.