Ava's Bully - Updated 2/8

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Chapter 1

Bianca Hartley drew herself up to her full six-foot-five height, glaring down at the casino event coordinator who barely reached her shoulder. Her designer heels clicked against the marble floor as she took another step forward, forcing the smaller woman to crane her neck up as she invaded her personal space. This was one of her best tricks to get what she wanted, and she had used it her whole life. People didn’t know how to react when someone as tall, strong, and effortlessly beautiful as Bianca loomed over them, her piercing gaze and commanding presence leaving them flustered and scrambling for words.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Bianca's voice echoed through the office. "The Hartleys have hosted events here for decades. This is clearly some kind of mistake with the card."

The coordinator tried to maintain her professional composure, but her voice came out nervous and afraid. "I understand, Ms. Hartley, but without valid payment, we cannot proceed with the party arrangements for this evening," she stuttered, barely able to string together a sentence as the angry amazon glared down at her.

"My father will sort this out. Just put it on credit for now." Bianca waved her hand dismissively. "I need the champagne fountain, the dancers, the DJ, the ice sculptures, everything we discussed. You can't expect me to cancel on such short notice."

"I'm sorry, but casino policy requires… "

"Policy? People like me don’t have to deal with policies!" Bianca slammed her palm on the desk, making the employee’s name plate fall off her desk. "I've spent more money in this casino than you'll make in a year. Call your supervisor. Now."

The coordinator remained steady. "The supervisor will tell you the same thing, Ms. Hartley. We need payment upfront for event services."

"This is ridiculous." Bianca pulled out her phone, manicured fingers jabbing at the screen. "Daddy just needs to remember who he's dealing with. I'm his princess. He can't cut me off like some commoner."

She held the phone to her ear, tapping her foot impatiently. After several rings, it went to voicemail. Her face flushed red as she ended the call without leaving a message.

"I suggest you find a way to make this work," Bianca growled, leaning over the desk. "Or I'll make sure everyone knows how Reynolds International Casino treats its VIP clients."

Bianca towered over the coordinator's desk, her shadow falling across the smaller woman's paperwork. Her height and beauty had always given her power - in school, in modeling, in social situations. People naturally cowered when she used it to full effect.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you," Bianca snapped, circling around the desk. The coordinator had to roll her chair back to maintain eye contact. "Do you enjoy making me waste my time? Is that what this is about? Is this some kind of payback because of jealousy? You wouldn’t have a job if it wasn’t for people like me."

"Ms. Hartley, I-"

"Because I can make your life very difficult." Bianca planted her hands on the arms of the coordinator's chair, caging her in. She bent down until their faces were inches apart. "One call to the gaming commission about discriminatory treatment, and this little job of yours disappears."

The coordinator's breathing quickened, but she kept her voice steady. "Please step back, Ms. Hartley. You’re making me uncomfortable."

"Or what?" Bianca straightened to her full height again, crossing her arms under her chest. "You'll call security? Have them escort out someone of my status?" She laughed coldly. "I'd love to see you try."

She began pacing in front of the desk, glaring at the employee as she walked back and forth. Her heels clicked loudly, adding her intimidating presence. "You small people with your small minds, hiding behind 'policy' because you're too unimportant to make real decisions. It's pathetic."

The coordinator's hands trembled slightly as she gathered her papers, but Bianca wasn't finished. She slammed both palms on the desk, making the woman jump. Then, she knocked the papers out of her hands, causing the paper to scatter everywhere.

"That's what I think about your policy. I want to speak to whoever's in charge. Now. And not some middle-management nobody - I mean the CEO."

The coordinator reached for her phone with trembling fingers. "One moment, Ms. Hartley. I'll contact the CEO directly."

Bianca smiled triumphantly as she watched the coordinator dial. She always got what she wanted. This was how it always turned out, and she wouldn't settle for less.

The click of heels against marble echoed through the office a few minutes later. Bianca turned, ready to unleash her practiced speech about customer service, but the words died in her throat. A statuesque woman in an impeccably tailored suit filled the doorway, standing even taller than Bianca herself.

The statuesque woman’s presence commanded the room as she strode forward, her six and a half foot frame towering over everyone present, including Bianca. It was very rare she met someone taller than herself, especially a woman. Something about her face tugged at Bianca's memory, but she couldn't quite place it.

"Ms. Hartley," the CEO's voice carried a hint of amusement. "I understand there's an issue with payment for tonight's event?"

Bianca blinked, trying to regain her composure. "Yes, there seems to be some confusion with my father's credit line. If you could just-"

"Ava Jones," the CEO interrupted, extending her hand. "Though you might remember me better as 'Little Ava' from Westbrook High. You seemed to like that nickname and making my life hell."

The color drained from Bianca's face as recognition hit her. The same green eyes that she had caused to fill with tears all those years ago now regarded her coolly as they looked eye to eye.

"Ava?" Bianca's voice cracked. "Wow, you... grew."

"Indeed." Ava's smile didn't reach her eyes. "Now, about making this work..."

Ava settled into the chair behind the desk, folding her hands on the desk. "Your father actually called me directly this morning. He was quite explicit - no credit extensions, no exceptions."

Bianca's shoulders slumped. Her imposing height seemed to diminish as she sank into the chair across from Ava.

"However," Ava continued, "there might be another solution." She pulled out a glossy brochure and handed it to BIanca. "Are you familiar with the Height Exchange Program?"

Bianca shook her head, eyeing the brochure with curiosity. Something about it gave her a bad feeling, but she couldn’t quite figure out why.

"It's a revolutionary technology. People can now use their height as collateral." Ava gestured to the machine. "You're what, six-foot-five? You could temporarily sell sixteen inches of height to cover the party costs."

"Sell my height?" Bianca exclaimed. "That's impossible.”

"Not anymore. The process is completely safe and reversible." Ava leaned forward. "Here's the deal. You get six months to repay the loan. If you settle with your family by then, you keep your height. If not..." She shrugged. "You come in and we get some of your size."

"You want me to risk becoming five-foot-one?" Bianca's voice rose an octave.

"The party costs a million dollars. Sixteen inches at current market rate would cover it exactly." Ava tapped the machine. "We have the equipment right here. It's your choice. Cancel the party, or take the risk."

Bianca stared at the brochure, her fingers drumming against the armrest. "And I have six months to pay it back?"

"Six months to pay it back," Ava confirmed.

Ava's lips curved into the fakest of smiles, not even trying to hide how much she was loving this.

"Think about it. Either way, people will talk. But which would you prefer? A fantastic party that goes off without a hitch, or everyone finding out the mighty Hartleys cut off their princess?"

Bianca's jaw clenched. She glanced at the brochure again, her fingers fidgeting with her designer bracelet. "And you're certain this is reversible?"

"Completely. You can buy back your height at any time." Ava leaned back in her chair. "And since you're so confident your father will come around tomorrow, it's hardly a risk at all, is it?"

Color rose in Bianca's cheeks. "Fine. Let's get this over with." She snatched the paperwork Ava slid across the desk, scanning it quickly. "This party better be perfect, Ava. If anything goes wrong, I'll have your job."

"Of course, Ms. Hartley." Ava's tone remained professional, but her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Just sign here, here, and initial these paragraphs."

Bianca scrawled her signature across the forms, shoving them back across the desk. "Daddy will sort this out tomorrow anyway. This is just a temporary inconvenience."

She stood abruptly, gathering her purse. "I expect everything exactly as we discussed. The champagne fountain, the ice sculptures, everything."

"You'll find everything to your exact specifications," Ava assured her.

Bianca turned on her heel and stormed out of the office, her heels clicking loudly against the marble floor with each angry step.

Ava turned to her employee with a grin on her beautiful face. “Make sure everything is to perfection. The most expensive of everything. In fact, if things go over budget, consider it already approved by me personally. Now, I need to call her daddy and make sure that bill doesn’t get paid. And don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re there in 6 months to meet the new Bianca. I personally know how much fun it is to shrink a woman like her down. And trust me, it’s everything you imagined.”

As she got up to leave, she pulled out her cell phone and typed into a group chat that included two other statuesque woman almost as tall as herself. "Sorry ladies," she typed. "I'll have to cancel that Europe trip. I have to be in Vegas in six months. But you're welcome to join me here if you'd like. I promise it will be worth your time."

In a few seconds, both ladies had confirmed they'd be there. This was shaping up to be a good week, Ava though to herself. The only problem was she had to wait 6 months. But until then, she was in Vegas, and she would have plenty to occupy her mind. In fact, she had a party to attend tonight.

[bigguy123456789]

Let me know if this is something I should continue. This was going to be pretty short to wrap up Ava’s story for good.

[AB23]

Yeah, this was a great short story but I'd love to see the continuation.

[TheBigG]

2nd that

[bigguy123456789]

Let me know if this is something I should continue. This was going to be pretty short to wrap up Ava’s story for good.

Thanks! And by short I meant 5 or 6 chapters! There will definitely be shrinking if I continue it. Which it seems like people want, so I will.

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Chapter 2

It was a hot summer day in Las Vegas, and the pool was packed with tourists. Loud music blared from the poolside speakers as college aged kids drank overpriced alcoholic beverages. Ava confidently strolled across the sun-drenched pool deck in her knee high boots, her heels clicking against the tiles as she approached the lounger where Bianca was suntanning. Her former high school tormentor lay there in a designer bikini that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent, dark sunglasses perched on her nose as she sipped what appeared to be a Bloody Mary.

"Good morning, Bianca. I trust you enjoyed the party last night?" Ava kept her tone professionally pleasant, clasping her hands in front of her.

Bianca lowered her sunglasses and took out her AirPods, somehow looking down her nose at Ava despite being the one reclining. "It was... adequate, I suppose. Though honestly, for someone of my status, I expected better. The champagne selection was particularly disappointing." She waved her hand dismissively. "Daddy usually ensures everything is absolutely perfect when he hosts."

"I'm so sorry to hear that," Ava replied with obviously manufactured sympathy in her voice. "We'll certainly take your feedback into consideration for future events."

"See that you do." Bianca took another sip of her drink, grimacing slightly. "The service here could use some improvement too. I've been waiting forever for someone to bring me fresh ice."

Ava nodded demurely, suppressing a smile as she thought of the mountain of debt Bianca was accumulating. Every expensive purchase was costing her inches.

"I'll have someone attend to that right away. Please don't hesitate to let us know if there's anything else you need."

"Whatever," Bianca muttered, already losing interest in the conversation as she returned to sunbathing.

Ava watched Bianca's relaxed pose, savoring the moment before dropping her bombshell. "Actually, there is one other matter we need to discuss. The party exceeded the agreed-upon budget by quite a large margin."

Bianca's perfectly manicured hand froze mid-air, her drink forgotten. "And?"

"According to our height-collateral agreement, that means we'll need an additional six inches." Ava kept her voice professional, but her heart raced with satisfaction.

Bianca bolted upright, her sunglasses clattering to the deck. "What? I never agreed to that!"

"It's clearly outlined in both the contract and our promotional materials." Ava pulled a glossy brochure from her folder, tapping the relevant clause with one perfectly manicured nail. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you say the cost was irrelevant since your father would cover everything anyway?"

Color drained from Bianca's face before she caught herself, forcing her features back into their usual haughty expression. She reclined back on her lounger, affecting an air of boredom. "Fine, whatever. I'm tired though, so can you scram?"

"Sure thing, Bianca." Ava tucked the brochure away, fighting to keep the smile from her face as she turned to leave.

As Ava turned to leave, Bianca's imperious voice rang out across the pool deck.

"Wait! Send someone over here for a massage." Bianca stretched languidly on her lounger, pressing her fingers to her temples. "I'm hungover and these peasants you call staff haven't done a thing to help."

Ava paused, drinking in the sight of her former tormentor sprawled out by the pool, her tall and voluptuous body bringing heat to Ava’s stomach. How different things were now from their high school days when Bianca had towered over her, using her height to intimidate and belittle her. That had all changed thanks to the spell, and soon it was going to get even better. In six months, she’d have this haughty hottie shrunken and over her knee begging for mercy and for her height back.

"Sure thing," Ava replied sweetly, her mind already calculating how much more of Bianca's height this new service would cost. "I'll send someone right over. Do you want the most expensive one we have?"

"Yes, of course! Make it snappy," Bianca muttered, closing her eyes behind her designer sunglasses. "And tell them to bring more ice for my drink while they're at it."

Ava couldn’t suppress a smile as she walked away. Each luxury service, each extravagant demand only served to shrink her further. Yet she continued to spend as if her father's credit lines were still open to her, seemingly oblivious to her literally diminishing stature in the world.

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Chapter 3

Bianca looked out her window at the Vegas skyline as it lit up the nighttime sky, its neon lights painting the night in vibrant hues of gold, pink, and electric blue. Ava had personally upgraded her to the nicest room at no cost for all the money she had spent the past week, and the view was spectacular. Everything in the room was extravagant, and it even had private hot tubs and pools both inside and outside. The refrigerator was stocked with the finest delicacies and the most exclusive wines and spirits the world had to offer, and Bianca fully intended to indulge in every last bit of it. Well, at least the spirits. She did have her modeling career to think about after all.

Down below, Las Vegas was coming alive. The streets buzzed with energy as crowds spilled out of casinos and clubs, ready to embrace the night. Bianca had her own plans, of course. She was meeting a wealthy man she’d charmed at her party earlier that week—a man who had promised to lavish her with the attention and extravagance that she deserved. Tonight, she thought, was going to be unforgettable.

But first, she had to deal with the bill that she had racked up this week. She knew her father would be furious, but he always came around. Bianca's perfectly manicured fingers trembled as she dialed her father's number. Better just get this over with, she thought to herself.

"Daddy, I need you to take care of something for me," Bianca said, her voice honeyed with the feigned sweetness she had always used to get her way.

"What now?" Her father's exasperation could be felt through the phone.

"The party at Ava's casino went a teensy bit over budget-"

"Bianca! I explicitly told you no more spending. Your credit cards are cut off for a reason."

"But Daddy, you don't understand. I had to do it. Everyone had already shown up and I couldn’t cancel at the last minute." Bianca twisted a strand of hair around her finger. "I found this amazing new program. The height exchange thing? I used some of my height as collateral. But I have 6 months to pay it back so you can take care of it so I don’t have to give up any. It’s perfect!"

Silence filled the line.

"You did what?" His voice dropped dangerously low.

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's totally legitimate. The casino runs it." Bianca rushed to explain. "I just need you to cover the party costs so I can get my height back. You wouldn't want your princess to be shorter, would you?"

"Are you out of your mind?" Her father exploded. "Using your height as collateral? Have you completely lost touch with reality?"

"But Daddy-"

"No. Absolutely not. You got yourself into this mess with your reckless spending. You can get yourself out of it."

"But Dad, it's up to two and a half feet now! I'll be four feet tall!" Bianca's voice cracked. "It will ruin my modeling career. You have to take care of it!"

"No." Her father's tone left no room for argument. "You'll have to figure out a way to do this. You have six months to figure something out, right?"

"What am I supposed to do? The allowance you give me is nothing!"

"Nothing? Ten thousand dollars a month is nothing?"

Bianca stomped her heel petulantly against the polished floor. "I can barely afford rent with that!"

"You don't even pay rent! I own the house you live in!" Her father's exhaustion bled through the phone. "You need to figure something out with them. I'm done getting you out of trouble. You're twenty-five years old, and it's time to grow up."

The line went dead. Bianca stared at her phone, her perfectly manicured hands shaking. The silence felt suffocating in her lavish penthouse as the reality of her situation sank in.

Bianca's stomach churned as she slumped onto a couch nearby. Her fingers scrolled through her phone contacts, stopping at Maya Reeves' name. The memory of their fling in New York flooded back - the commanding presence of the tall CEO, those piercing blue eyes, and the way Maya had made her feel so small despite her own impressive height.

"There's always a solution, darling," Maya had purred in her ear that night. "And I do love helping beautiful women in distress. Anytime you need anything, just give me a call."

Bianca's thumb hovered over the call button. Maya had been clear; if she ever needed anything, day or night, just call. But something about Maya had unsettled her too. The way Maya had looked at her reminded her of a predator sizing up prey.

Still, what choice did she have? Her father had abandoned her, and the clock was ticking on her height contract. The thought of shrinking to four feet tall made her physically ill.

Bianca pressed call, holding her breath as the phone rang. On the third ring, Maya's sultry voice answered.

"Bianca, what a delightful surprise." Maya's tone was friendly, but there was an edge to it too, like somehow she already knew what she was going to ask. "Missing me already?"

"Maya, I..." Bianca's voice cracked. "I need help. Remember when you said I could call if I ever needed anything?"

"Of course, pet. Tell me what's troubling you."

Bianca's voice trembled as she explained her predicament. "This girl I used to bully in high school tricked me into selling some of my height, and I only have six months to pay it back." Her fingers clutched the phone tighter. "I can't be short! You don't understand! I'd lose everything!"

"Interesting." Maya's voice was predatory, giving Bianca chills as she listened to her response. "And who exactly is this former classmate of yours?"

"Ava Jones." Bianca spat the name like poison. "She runs that new casino in Vegas now."

A long pause filled the line. Bianca could almost hear Maya's smile through the phone.

"Well, well. Ava Jones." Maya's menacing laugh sent more shivers down Bianca's spine. "This might work out better than I expected."

"You know her?"

"Let's just say we have... history." Maya's voice dropped lower. "I think I can make this situation work out in your favor, Bianca. But you'll have to do exactly as I say."

Bianca shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "What's the catch?"

"You'll have to be shrunk temporarily," Maya said matter-of-factly. "But if you listen carefully and follow my instructions to the letter, it should be very temporary. I happen to know of a little weakness Ava has, though we'll save that revelation for later."

Bianca's breath caught. "I don't know..."

"Do you want my help or not?" Maya's tone hardened. "Because right now, I'm your only option between staying tall and becoming permanently pocket-sized."

"Yes," Bianca whispered. "I'll do whatever you say."

"Good girl. Now, here's what you need to do..."