The Simpsons: Bart

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**Sherry McAlberry**

'I said by two. Waiting for you.'

The message, written in a commanding manner, was accompanied by a picture of my pussy, seemingly slightly moist.

- Wow, what's the message? - My friend from the troupe peeked over my shoulder. - Who were you sending that to?

- Oh, just the guy I was chasing. - My answer raised the locker room to the ears, the girls immediately began to gossip and laugh, to which I only smiled and added fuel to the fire.

I can't say I didn't have fun while I was getting my revenge. After all, Bart wasn't bad in bed and he wasn't cheeky.

However, now my revenge has finally come to fruition and I feel....

As prosaic as it sounds, it's okay. I wouldn't say that's a bad thing, though, because with the fun and all, the anger at Terry that broke my heart is gone.

There are days when I think I did the wrong thing and start to regret it. But then I remember the disdain Terry had for our relationship, what she thought was a simple exploration of bodies, the look on her face when she laughed and said she couldn't go on like that because she wasn't lesbian or bisexual.

It hurt, a lot. Especially from those words coming off the lips of your identical twin.

Although maybe this is the divine punishment for incest?

Either way, I don't regret, I try not to, getting revenge on Terry. I let her taste betrayal, too.

- I hope it doesn't affect Bart too much. - after all, it was a pretty dramatic breakup. Hopefully it won't affect his wrestling results in any way.....

.....

As time went on, Terry and I completely lost contact, which is not surprising. But aside from the scandal, the cheating and my revenge, there were much more down-to-earth reasons.

While Terry's sitting in his college classes, I'm...

- Tell me whyyyyyyyyyyyy should I let you go, go, go~!

I work as a backup dancer, travelling all over the country. We used to perform at festivals and small municipal events. Today, we're rocking the whole stadium!

- Justin! Justin!

Of course, the crowd is chanting the singer's name, not ours. But their energy alone is enough for me, and the atmosphere of a great concert is unmistakable.

It's the best feeling I've ever had. I think I'm ready to go to such a concert even with broken legs!

.....

- Ughhhh... I'm so tired!

-Oh, my God, girls, did I accidentally lose it on the third beat of the fourth song?

- You didn't, but I lost momentum for about ten seconds.

- I lost my glitter. I lost my glitter.

As soon as we got back to the dressing room, it was filled with chatter. We were all excited, tired and endlessly happy.

- Sherry McAlberry? - until suddenly the manager walked in and called my name.

The manager waved his hand, beckoning me to follow him. Which I silently did, inwardly torn with worry, what could I have done wrong? And what was in store for me now?

.....

- The contract. Ten thousand you get now, ten more in two or three months. If we extend our arrangement, you'll get a tenner each month. - but surprisingly, instead of a reprimand, there was a business proposition waiting for me in Justin's dressing room.

- For pretending to be his girlfriend? But why?

- Hype. People are interested in love stories and celebrity dirty laundry. Scandals.

- So why don't you just-- - I pointed at Justin, who was pulling white powder off a groupie's belly. - Is she even eighteen?

- The girl informed my client that she is. And he is not responsible for the veracity of the fact. - the lawyer replied in the manner of a lawyer.

Naturally I accepted the offer, for twenty thousand is almost half my annual salary. And given the constant travelling and work, which on the one hand implies physical exertion, and on the other without insurance, such money is not lying on the road.

.....

As it turned out, my consent was almost the best decision of my life. When rumours about Justin's relationship with someone from the backup dancers appeared, I was quickly 'discovered', in fact, Justin's managers leaked information about me, and because of what happened ...

I started getting reports and articles about me. Albeit small, easily forgotten when scrolling further down the newsfeed. However, even such materials played a good service for the whole troupe.

We began to be literally flooded with offers and invitations. The only thing that came at a price was this.

- So tell me, how did you two meet?

Justin's occasional accompaniment to talk shows and events. The biggest nonsense started when I was involved. At least it was rare.

'I wish you were dead!'

'You don't deserve Justin, bitch!'

'Your dancing sucks, your clothes suck, and you suck.'

And then there were the underage Justin groupies who made me a little nervous by relentlessly harassing me online. Not that their messages hurt me, just annoyed me.

All in all, my life was entering a golden streak, which...

** A week later**

Lasted exactly one week.

- We're terminating our arrangement with you. - Justin's manager announced over the phone.

- I'm sorry Sherry, we can't be associated with you right now.... - Later, there was a call from the troupe manager.

'Whore!'

'Two-faced bitch!'

'Stupid fucking bitch!'

And the insults online became much sharper and more hurtful. Probably because this time people were judging me for telling the truth. Almost the truth.

First, a video of me and Bart having sex appeared online. As a girl, it hit me. The mere thought of my naked body being exposed to strangers gave me the creeps.

Then a video of me confessing to fucking my sister's boyfriend behind her back appeared on YouTube. Part of the video is complete bollocks, for the sake of portraying a certain picture. Which smears me and Bart with dirt.

And it doesn't take a genius to figure out who's behind it!

- Terry! - I burst into my parents' house after months away.

- Sherry, baby.

- Baby girl, is it true?

Where I was met by concerned parents, through whom I walked without saying a word. I was overwhelmed with too much rage to talk.

- There you are?! - Terry found herself in her room, lying on her bed and quietly fiddling with her phone. - What the hell are you doing, you idiot?! Don't you think with your head?!

- Stupid? Me? Terry immediately assumed a fake innocence. - You mean the uploaded video? But you did such a good job filming it, it's a sin if it's just the three of us. By the way, I never thought of starting an Onleyfans, I think you'd rock it.

- Okay, you got back at Bart and me by putting our video online. But what the hell happened to that video of you pretending to be me?! Do you realise the consequences for us?! Our work may not be much, but it's public!

- Consequences?! For you?! - so Terry showed her rage. - I'm in academy because you two are keeping me from leaving the house, let alone going to college!

What? Terry took a sabbatical? I didn't know that.

- You betrayed me! You lied to me! You! The two people closest and dearest to me!!! - and Terry nearly becomes hysterical. - You should be thankful I didn't tie you up, hang you on hooks, or wait days for your blood to slowly drain out of you. - That's a bit of an overly colourful picture, isn't it? Makes you look at some of Terry's jokes in the diary differently..... - So it's not for you to complain about me! I didn't start this! I just got my revenge!

I've seen this line of reasoning somewhere before....

- ...I started it?! - and although my mind has cleared up somewhere, it's not completely clear. - You're the one who left me!

- Huh?' my statement made Terry's eyes lose their white shark-like look. - What do you mean, you dumped me? What are you talking about?!

- Y-You're not talking about anything. We have nothing to talk about!

- We're finally in agreement.

I left my parents' house without explaining anything to them. I just need to get the hell out of here....

.....

- We're now boarding for Thailand.

At least I have some money left over from my deal with Justin's agent, and I can afford to run away somewhere where no one knows me.

Maybe Bart will do the same thing.

I guess his career is over now. Terry was particularly hard on him. So I wouldn't be surprised if he gets cancelled so much that he can't even get a job at McDuck.

- Haa... He's not my brother, he's not the one I should be worried about.....

After all, this whole thing is almost as much his fault as it is mine. And I'm sure a guy as resourceful as Bart won't go to waste.....