"You look perfect. Just perfect. You look sluttish and that is the point. You are a slut and you should look like one. Do you think this will say to your mother, 'hello mother, this is me, your slut daughter'?"

Black Widow had been using her silkiest of voices again. This time with less edge. This time with more like a mischievous tone to it. One that was hinting at 'fun'. It was like a disguised voice. Under that disguise the intent to create that rift between Cassie and mom Casey.

"Oh, she will be pissed I know she will."

Cassie held her hand to her red mouth to stifle a giggle. But the Black Widow laughed softly.

"Excellent slut. Now why don't you get yourself off and be back here in say, three quarters of an hour. How does that sound?"

Cassie could feel herself excited. She could feel that excitement building in her. She shouldn't have been excited about pissing her mother off, but she was. But there was even more to it than that. She was still affected by the orgasm and what that had done to her mind and she could feel herself coming to life again sexually. There was that buzz between her legs. She didn't know how much of that was exciting her about upsetting her mother. And the thing was that Cassie did know that looking like she was looking, made up how she was made up, it would upset her mother. She knew it and yet the more she thought about that the more sexually excited she became again. Black Widow watched. She was not simply watching her slut be a slut, she was watching for the signs. For the recognisable signs in there. The arousal. The anger with her mother. She stayed silent as Cassie left her room.

Cassie came down the stairs and looked at her wrist watch. She knew her mum would be in the lounge and knew that she would be drinking wine. It was that time of day. She checked herself in the hall mirror. She was finding the shoes, those big fuck-me-pumps, easier than she thought she would. Certainly easier than the last time she had tried to wear them. She turned. Checked her look. Kind of got a chill thrill out of what she was seeing looking back from that mirror. She was exciting herself. That thought alone excited her more.

"You are NOT going out like that. You KNOW I don't like you looking like THAT. Now go upstairs and change, NOW!"

Casey had taken a sip of wine and heard Cassie in the door way. She had heard her heels on the wooden floor first of all. That had perked her interest. And then there she was framed in the doorway. Casey had been taken aback because there was none of the usual immediate obeying of her sharply delivered instruction. Then she had sat back wide eyed as her daughter, wagging her finger spoke.

"Oh no mother. I AM going out like this. And yes I KNOW you don't like it. The point is that I do. I like it. And because I like it, I am not going upstairs to change. Just take a good look mother. Take a good look at the new me. This is me. Get used to it."

Casey had been left open mouthed in shock at the tone of voice that Cassie had used. She hadn't been able to come back with a retort at all. Her own daughter had talked her down. She had talked her down in a complete way. Just talked her into a silence. And the thing was that Cassie didn't then flounce out like she might have been expected to. Instead she stepped inside the lounge so that Casey had a better view of her. And Cassie stood arrogantly, legs straight and splayed slightly. One hand on a silken hip - legs enticingly displayed and heavily made up face in a wry, red slashed smile. Then she turned. She turned on her heels giving her mum views from all 360 degrees of angle.

"Don't wait up hey."

That had been a particularly cruel parting shot. Then she was gone. When she left the house, when she was out on the front door step, Cassie stopped. She stopped and took a deep breath. That sexual need was back. And she was realising how hurting her mother like that had excited her. She was more than sure that she had fulfilled the Black Widow's instructions to leave her mother devastated. She was more than sure of that. But she was also sure that this whole thing was exciting her. Sexually exciting her. As she made her way down the drive and out onto the street, a single solitary tear had squeezed out of one of her mum's eyes. It was like her worst nightmares were coming true. Like the worst thing in the world was happening right in her life right now. What was going on? What had she done wrong? What the hell was Cassie thinking? Dressing and making up like she was some sort of whore? Casey sipped more wine. Tried to get her head around what had just happened. She was failing to do that though. Failing miserably. The only thing left to do in light of that failure was to drink more wine. For the three quarters of an hour that Cassie was out, Casey didn't move, except to refill her glass from the bottle of wine that had been opened.

Cassie didn't go far. She didn't need to. Just around the block. She just needed to fulfil Black Widow's instructions. It was dark and she simply walked lamppost lit streets, her heels clicking the pavement irregularly as she slowly became more and more competent on those spiked heels. When she returned she stood outside in the drive for a little while. Just looking up at the house she shared with her mother. Somehow she knew what she had done would have begun a destruction from within of her mother. It was a sign of how close they were. Or had been. To know which switches to flick and which buttons to press for best effect. She had begun that process of destroying her mother with ease because she knew her mother inside out. Just like her mother knew her inside out. And it was because she knew that her mother knew her so well that the effects was trebled and she knew how to ramp it up even more. For some reason as well she knew that what she was doing was what Black Widow wanted. Part of what she wanted. Cassie came in through the front door almost silently. And she closed the door even more so. Then she stood in the door to the lounge, her mother was sitting where she left her but she had fallen asleep. Her head was back on the sofa but there were the tell-tale signs of run mascara. Her mum had been crying. Those tear streaks now down both cheeks. Cassie sucked in a deep breath. What was happening to her? She was getting a sexual buzz from her mother's despair. She needed to get back upstairs. She needed to pleasure herself. She needed to orgasm again. She didn't just want an orgasm she needed one. She truly believed she needed an orgasm. She turned and left the room. As she turned her mother opened her eyes. She hadn't been sleeping at all. She had been just so upset, so in turmoil in her head that she hadn't wanted another confrontation with Cassie.

"How was your mom Cassie."

Black Widow casually lit a cigarette within her shadow. There were dancing, flickering hints as to what she looked like. But then gone. She dragged and inhaled. Then she exhaled.