High school came and went. Your final year is going to be spent doing nothing of note and hanging out with all your buddies before the horrors of the real world hit you all like a truck. At the end of the school day, you realize you left your bag inside the classroom. Not wanting to leave it at the building right before the weekend, you head back inside to retrieve your property. Strange noises come from the classroom, but you head in anyway not really thinking about it. You find Savannah Ross, the most popular girl in school, sitting on a desk, furiously masturbating.

Savannah is a grade A bitch, always picking on the little guy and facing no consequence because of her family's wealth and connections to school authorities and staff. She's your typical bimbo bully who's lack of intelligence is made up by her beauty, popularity, and wit. You never had many interactions with her, but you've heard horror stories from some of her victims about how cruel she can be.

"Fuck... Fuck... Ngh~"

Savannah moans as she thrusts her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her surprisingly smooth pubes glistening with drops of precum scattered across her shaved pussy. Her face is beet red, and she's biting her lip so hard you'd assume she's trying to make herself bleed.

"Come on... Come on... Give it to me..."

She mutters in between gasps, fantasizing about whatever god-forsaken plot she's making up in her head.

"C-C-Cumming!"

Savannah exclaims as her juices fly out of her vagina in a stream of built up pleasure. Her cum splatters all over a nearby desk as she catches her breath, her eyelids fluttering and her pupils focusing. She then notices you, staring at her. Her face becomes even more red, this time not out of horniness, but embarrassment.

"O-Oh, my God. I- I don't-"

She's at a complete loss for words. Savannah stands up, looking at you with anger and regret on her face.

"H-How much for you to shut your trap!?"

She grabs the collar of your shirt and shakes you around.

"I-I mean- G-Go on and tell everyone what you saw! Not like they'll believe you anyway, bitch!"

Her face is of faltering confidence, she's speaking without even thinking, and she's nervous, very nervous.