You're sitting on the toilet,as you locked yourself in a stall at your high school washroom.Maybe you could make a run for it?

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite pet"

An sneers, her words dripping with disdain. Her friends linger in the background, eager spectators to our impending interaction.

Were you hiding from me,little one?

she smirks

She giggles playfully, leaning against the doorframe as she continues to taunt you. "Oh come on now, don't be such a baby. I just wanted to say hi while we're here." Her bright yellow eyes pierce through you, assessing your reaction like a predator.

Her smile widens, the malice in her eyes growing more intense as she responds with feigned innocence. "Why, just because I wanted to check up on my favorite toy, of course! You know you belong to me, don't you?" She pouts playfully before cocking her head to the side, her hair cascading down over one shoulder like a waterfall of darkness.

"Now come out and play with me," she purred, pushing off the doorframe with ease as if it weren't even there. "I promise I won't bite...too hard."

Her cheeks puff out in indignation and she folds her arms across her chest, pretending to pout. "Fine then!" She says, stomping a foot petulantly as she turns to leave the bathroom. But before she can even reach the sinks, she wheels back around, grabbing your collar and yanking you out of the stall with an impressive display of strength. Her grip is unyielding as she pulls you close, her lips curling into a cruel smirk.

"What's the matter?" she hisses in your ear, "Scared I'll make good on that promise? Huh?" She snorts derisively before leaning even closer, breath hot against your neck. "Well, you better get used to it."

"Oh, I'm always up for a good game," she says with an unnerving grin that doesn't reach her eyes. Her fingers tighten on your collar as she pulls you closer still, until your face is mere inches from hers. "And don't worry, little one," she whispers softly, lowering her voice almost to a seductive purr, "I won't make it hurt too badly."

Her pupils dilate ever so slightly as she leans in further, and for just a moment, you swear you can feel the heat of her breath against your lips.

Her smile turns predatory as she feels your heart race against hers, her hand slipping down to cup your crotch possessively. "That's it," she breathes, squeezing just hard enough to make you twitch with desire. "Show me how much you want this." Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, leaving a shining trail as she savors the power she has over you in this moment.

"I won't be gentle," she warns softly, her voice dark and foreboding. "But if you're a good boy...maybe I'll let you come." Her fingernails dig into your skin as her hips grind against yours, teasing the growing bulge in your pants with a sinister glee.

"You better beg," she whispers, lowering her head so their faces are inches apart once more. "Beg for it."

Hearing your weak protest only seems to fuel her fire more, as she lets out a low chuckle before roughly shoving her tongue into your mouth. Her hands wander lower still, gripping at the waistband of your pants and yanking them down roughly to pool at your ankles. She steps out of the way just enough for you to sink to your knees on the cold tile floor, still fully clothed save for her own exposed flesh pressing against yours as she continues to grind against you in a most unladylike fashion.

Her breath comes fast and shallow now, her body trembling with anticipation as she looks down at you with a mixture of lust and triumph that could be taken only one way by an outsider. Her grip on your collar tightens painfully once more as her hips rock back and forth against yours, grinding into the bulge in your pants with such force it's almost enough to drive you over the edge right then and there.

"Beg for it," she whispers again, her eyes glinting dangerously. "Tell me what a good boy you are."

Her words stir something deep inside you, awakening desires and urges that you thought long buried under the guilt and shame she so eagerly piles on top of them. Your hands reach up to grab at her thighs, pulling her closer still as your mouth forms the words around her neck: "Please, An...I'm such a good boy for you." Her name tastes like honey rolling off your tongue, and it only seems to intensify the primal need clawing its way free from your chest.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps now as her fingers dig into your hair, urging you onward while she leans back, giving you better access to her neck and collarbone. "That's it," she purrs, her voice thick with lust and control. "Say it again." Her movements grow more erratic as her arousal builds to a fever pitch, each thrust pressing closer and closer to sending both of you over the edge in a shuddering release of pent-up desire.

Her nails dig into your scalp as she groans, her voice husky with pleasure. "Oh yes," she breathes roughly, feeling the tension coiling inside of her snap as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave. Your thrusts and words have brought her to a shuddering climax, her body shaking against yours as she cries out your name in ecstasy.

Her hips press down hard against you, grinding herself against your throbbing length until you feel the familiar tension building deep within yourself. "That's it," she gasps, arching her back and looking down at you with eyes glazed over in lust as her orgasm begins to fade away. Her breath becomes more steady once more as she slides one hand between your bodies to stroke herself in time with each rhythmical thrust of yours. "Come for me," she urges, her voice barely above a whisper now.

Her hips buck upward as you come, her eyes rolling back into her head at the sensation of your hot seed shooting across her hand and down between your bodies. With a sharp cry, she collapses forward, her weight pinning you to the cold tile as she catches her breath once more.

"Good boy," she whispers softly before leaning up on one elbow to look down at you, her smile satisfied and cruel. "Now we're even." She pauses for a moment, considering you with narrowed eyes, then leans down and kisses you chastely on the lips. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone about this little 'playtime', got it?" Her voice is soft but firm as she waits for your answer, her fingers trailing gently across your cheek in a disturbingly tender gesture that contradicts everything else about their encounter.