The dictaphone

During lunch, Vanessa traded seat with Lucy so she could speak with some girls at the table supposed to have done her homework the day before. That way, Lucy and Angie found themselves next to each other. Lucy moved her nicely shaped ass on the queen's seat, laughing and whispering to Angie.

"I definitely could sit there all day !
- And you'd have Vanessa kicking your band new ass !
- Angie, please ! We could make ourselves the queens !
- I don't know Lucy, it's already pretty cool to be there. I don't know what I'd do as a school queen.
- Please ! Angie ! You lack imagination !
- We just used the dictaphone, let's enjoy our new bodies and status, okay ?
- What's wrong with using it again ?
- We shouldn't mess up with reality that easily, that's all. Let's take our time, enjoy, and then think about our next move.
- You're not fun !
- I'm fun !
- No you're not !
- Fine then ! I'll show you I'm fun !"

Lucy grinned. Provocation was such an easy weapon with Angie...