“Any prior job experiences?”
Betty wrings her hands together a bit under the table.
“Um-,” Closes her mouth, remembering the 77 times her mom told her to not make any sort of sound that wasn’t an actual word on the ride over. “I’ve spent the past two summers assisting my parents down at The Register.”
The assistant manager looks at her like he expects her to elaborate, but she can’t remember the rest of what she was supposed to say. She just gives a tight smile, waiting for the next question. They’ve been at it for close to 40 minutes now, and she’s sure if she were to touch the fabric under her armpits, they’d be somewhat damp. Good thing she’d gone for black.
In less than five minutes, she’s shaking (she steals a glance at his name tag for the 10th time this evening) Mark’s hand over the table, stringing all the niceties and thank you for your times she can muster together into a particular jam-packed sentence.
He gives her a once over that leaves her feeling vaguely disgusted, and shows her to the door.
“We’ll give you a call before the week’s over Ms. Cooper.” And with another handshake, he closed the door.
She looks down at the watch her mom let her borrow for the interview. Only 3:30 pm, she’ll have to wander around the mall for a while until her mom’s done with work.
She could always call Kevin up and ask for a ride, but yesterday at lunch he hadn’t stopped talking about this new boy he was going on a date with today and how just knew he was ‘the one’.
Betty knew better than to take his word for it, seeing as this was the 5th boy in as many months he’d gone starry-eyed over. But she knew when to keep her opinions to herself. Usually. More than 40% of the time.
There was Archie, she was pretty sure he had Mondays off. But she didn't even wanna think about Archie, much less spend half an hour trapped in a car while he played his own mix-tape and sent her looks that meant he was waiting for her to talk to him first.
“Need help looking for anything?” And there she was. The other reason Betty didn’t mind browsing around alone like an idiot for an hour or two.
She looked away from Veronica Lodge’s big sparkling eyes and down to the knit sweater she’d picked up from the discount rack, then back up again, eyes only slightly catching on the expanse of smooth skin her crop top bared.
“Thanks, think I’m good though,” She mutters.
Veronica stood there for a second, gazing at Betty with a look she could only describe as considering. Her overly polite smile-no doubt tailored specifically for costumers-turned into something mischievous.
“Would you like me to show you the dressing rooms?” Her tongue darts out to lick at her lips, slowly, and she’s looking at Betty's own lips.
Huh. If what she thinks is happening is happening, she’s not about to just let it slip through her fingers.
Tearing her eyes away from Veronica’s lips, shiny and red, she says, "Lead the way."
The sweater falls to the floor as she’s pushed into the door before it’s even fully closed, wood hanger clattering, but she’s stopped paying attention to anything that isn’t Veronica’s hands freeing her hair from her ponytail and pulling.
Their mouths keep crashing together in something that could resemble a kiss if only they could manage to be less messy about it.
She pulls back panting when it feels like her lungs might catch on fire and Veronica takes the chance to start working open the buttons of her blouse so quick she can’t help but wonder how much practice she’s had.
In between the panting and huffing she says, “This doesn’t look like the dressing room,” eyes shooting to the shelves cluttered with cleaning supplies just across from them. Veronica looks at her from under her lashes, pulling her own shirt over her head, and fuck she’s not wearing a bra.
“Sorry to say getting caught by some lady trying on the dress that might just fix her marriage isn’t my thing. I kinda need this job.”
And yeah, Betty remembers rumors last year about Veronica’s parents freezing all her cards and refusing to give her any money after she’d almost sucked them dry throwing a tantrum she still had no idea was about.
She’s too busy mouthing all over Veronica’s tits to ask about it.
“Fuck, yeah, don’t stop.” Veronica pants.
She pulled Veronica’s hips closer, sliding a leg between her thighs and grunting when she felt the heat of her pussy through the fabric of her pants.
“Wait, let me do you.”
Before she could do more than blink, Betty’s bra had joined their shirts on the floor and Veronica was licking at her hardening nipples. This day couldn’t get any fucking better. Veronica didn’t spend long on her chest though, trailing her tongue down her stomach, dipping into her belly button and stopping at her zipper. She leaned back on her hands from where she was sitting on the floor.
“Can I?” Betty must've said yes at least a hundred times, kicking her pants off, then her panties a bit slower.
She was standing naked in the H&M cleaning closet. Well, when life gives you lemons.
The worst part, this was the most turned on she’d been in her whole life, except for maybe the first time she saw naked boobs in Sixteen Candles. Veronica pulled her thighs apart, threw her leg over her shoulder, and oh god. Eat shit Sixteen Candles.
Betty started shaking 5 minutes in, biting her lip so hard she could taste the blood. Veronica kept fucking into her with her tongue until she finally sagged against the door and slid down to sit on top of her discarded pants. She needed to catch her breath, and also regain her vision.
She looked up just in time to see Veronica take her hand out from under her skirt, a dazed look on her face.
“Well I was gonna ask if I could return the favor, but seems you’re ahead of me.”
Veronica leaned in and brushed the same thumb that had been inside her panties less than a minute ago across Betty’s lips, cleaning the blood away before bringing it to her own lips and sucking.
“Get dressed, Cooper.”
She was in the food court bathroom splashing her face with cold water when her phone started vibrating in her pocket.
@v.lodge had just sent her a follow request.
A slightly crazed laugh escaped her, making the duo of 12 year old’s by the hand dryer give her a weird look and speed walk out.
And here she thought the day couldn't get weirder. Having a quickie and never interacting again wasn’t all that out of the ordinary, but for Veronica to follow her immediately after when her following list consisted of-Betty paused to check-half the cheerleading squad and Rhianna. It just wasn’t what she was expecting.
But, as she hit ‘accept’ and followed back, she had to bite the inside of the cheek to keep from grinning like a lunatic. She just really hopes she gets the job two stores down at the Barnes&Noble so she has an excuse for being at the mall so often. Even if she has to put up with Mark being a fucking weirdo.