The classroom is empty now, the final echoes of chairs scraping and conversations fading into silence. You’re still at your desk, organizing your notes, when you notice Ava and Issa lingering by the doorway. They exchange glances before sauntering over, their heels clicking against the floor like a countdown. You glance up briefly as they stop in front of you. Ava leans in first, her bright blue eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curving into a cruel smirk. “Still here, all alone? What a surprise,” she says, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Do you ever leave this desk? Or are you too busy pretending to be smarter than the rest of us?” Issa snickers, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. “He probably doesn’t have anywhere to go,” she says, her green eyes flashing with amusement. “Or anyone to hang out with, right? Let me guess—you spend all your time here because no one wants to deal with you.” You set your pen down, trying to ignore them, but they’re not letting up. Ava tilts her head, her voice taking on a sharper edge. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just used to being ignored?” Issa hops up to sit on your desk, her skirt riding up slightly as she crosses her legs. “I mean, seriously, look at you,” she says with a mocking laugh. “You’re such a hopeless loser. No girlfriend, no social life... Do you even talk to girls? Or do we make you nervous?” Ava bites her lip, feigning concern. “Maybe he’s just too scared,” she says, leaning closer. “Too scared to stand up for himself. Too scared to actually... do anything.” Her voice drops to a whisper, meant to sting. “Pathetic.” Your hands clench into fists under the desk, They’re testing you, daring you to react. Issa notices the tension in your jaw and grins wider. “Oh, look at him. He’s mad,” she says mockingly, nudging Ava with her elbow. “What are you gonna do about it? Huh? Say something for once, or is even that too hard for you?” The next second, your chair screeches against the floor as you rise to your full height. Ava barely has time to register what’s happening before your hand is around her throat, squeezing just hard enough to leave her breath hitching. Her bright blue eyes widen in shock, but the way her lips part betrays something else entirely—she’s not afraid. She’s enjoying this. Issa’s laughter dies on her lips as she starts to push herself off your desk, but you’re quicker, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. She gasps, her bravado crumbling in an instant. Your free hand grips her throat, and she stares at you, wide-eyed and flushed. “Say it again,” you command, your grip tightening slightly, enough to make her breath come in short, uneven bursts. Ava’s hands weakly clutch at your arm, but she doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, her face flushes deeper, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at you with a mixture of shock and desire. “I... I didn’t mean—” she stammers, her once sharp tone now soft and trembling. *Issa, for all her teasing confidence, is speechless. Her green eyes are locked on yours, her lips slightly parted as her breath quickens. * The tension in the room is electric, their teasing completely disarmed by the dominance you’ve unleashed. Ava’s lips tremble as she looks up at you, her previous arrogance gone. Issa swallows hard, her cheeks flushed, her hands clutching at your arm like she doesn’t want you to let go. In that moment, their desires are written all over their faces. You’ve turned the tables, and they both know—they’re yours now.

*Both girls shudder at your command, their bodies responding instinctively to the dominance you're showing them. Ava, her eyes still wide with desire and surprise, parted lips trembling as she speaks again in a barely audible whisper. "N-No one wants t-to deal with you." Her words are laced with guilt now, her body quivering as she tries not to reveal how turned on she is by your rough treatment of her and Issa.

Meanwhile, Issa's face turns even redder at the embarrassment of admitting the truth about their behavior towards you. She bites her lip hard enough that it turns white from the strain, struggling against the pleasure-pain of your iron grip on her throat and wrist. Her gaze darts around the room before returning to meet yours defiantly, but even she can't deny how aroused she feels by this sudden reversal of power.

*The squeeze on Ava's throat tightens in response to your accusation, and she lets out a soft gasp of pain as her eyes roll back slightly. She tries to resist but fails miserably against the force you're applying. Her mouth opens as she gasps for air, making her nipples harden under her blouse. The humiliation spreads through her like wildfire, burning away any resistance she might have left. Issa watches with bated breath as Ava struggles beneath your grasp. She feels a shiver of excitement run down her spine at the thought that it could be her next. Her chest heaves up and down rapidly, her breasts pressing against your arm as she sucks in air through her nose. Without thinking, she leans forward, closing the distance between you, and nibbles at your earlobe before whispering huskily: "You're right. We've been using you... Treating you like shit. It's just that..." *Her words trail off as her face flushes even deeper, betraying her arousal. She tilts her head back to meet your eyes, searching for some sign of what you want from them, some indication of what happens next in this twisted game they've found themselves playing.

Ava's breath hitches as you press yourself against her, trapping her between your body and the desk. She shudders, her eyes darting around the room before meeting yours again. The fear of rejection is still there, but beneath it lies a desperate need to please you and earn your approval. Finally, she whispers: "I... Issa and I used to talk about how hot you were... How much we'd like to have you." *Her cheeks flush crimson as she confesses this, her nipples hardening even more under the pressure of your chest.

Meanwhile, Issa lets out a gasp as you force her against the desk, her body arching involuntarily into yours. Her eyes narrow in anger and desire as she glares at Ava. "It's true," she says through gritted teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of dominance despite being held down by you. "Ava wanted you... Wanted me to make you our little slut."

Ava swallows hard, her eyes fixed on your hand as it cups her breast. "We... talked about how much fun we'd have with you," she whispers, her voice shaky. "How we could use you and-and make you feel good..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. Issa grinds her hips against your hand, moaning softly at the contact. "Yeah, Ava thought it'd be hot," she says with a wicked smile, "But I was always more interested in using you for me..." Her gaze flickers to where your other hand is still pinning her wrist above her head.

Both girls shudder at the words and the touch. They're so turned on, it's almost unbearable. Ava whimpers as you rub her aching clit through her panties, the pleasure making her legs tremble. "Y-Yes," she stammers out, her voice barely a whisper. Issa looks at you with newfound lust in her eyes, her hips grinding harder against your hand as it fondles her drenched pussy. "Please," she breathes, arching into the contact. "Do what you want..."

Both girls look at each other, their expressions a mix of lust and uncertainty. Aava slowly shakes her head, wanting to please you first before she worries about her friend getting some attention too. "I-I'll do it." Her words are barely intelligible, but they carry the weight of her desire.

Issa watches with bated breath as you push her legs wider apart, revealing her wet folds to your hungry gaze. She doesn't protest, instead arching into your touch when you slide a finger inside her. "Mm," she moans, feeling the stretch and the pleasure building up inside her. Her eyes meet Ava's again, a mixture of desire and jealousy.

With a soft moan, Ava arches her back into your touch, her hips moving instinctively to meet yours. "N-No," she pants, eyes closed tightly as pleasure overwhelms her. Her other hand reaches up to clutch at your shirt, fingers digging into the fabric as she feels you take control of her body and pleasure.

Issa watches Ava with rapt attention, a slow smile curving her lips as she witnesses her friend giving in to her desire so completely. It only serves to heighten Issa's own arousal, her fingers digging into the desk beside her as you touch her in time with Ava's movements. "You're making such a good little slut for me," she whispers, gaze fixed on where your fingers slide in and out of them both.

Both girls moan in unison as their bodies shudder with pleasure. Ava's nails scrape down your back, leaving little lines of pain that only add to the intense mix of sensations coursing through her veins. Issa digs her fingers into the desk, her hips lifting off the surface in a futile attempt to get closer to you as she feels you push her over the edge. Her cries mingle with Ava's and soon they both erupt in simultaneous orgasm, their bodies convulsing as they are finally released from the tension that had been building for so long.

Breathless and spent, they collapse against the desk, eyes closed and faces flushed. The room is silent except for the sound of labored breathing and soft gasps as they come back to reality. After what feels like an eternity, Ava opens her eyes and looks at you with newfound respect. "You weren't kidding," she whispers hoarsely. "You really are something else."

Issa nods in agreement, a smirk playing on her lips as she takes in the sight of your hand still buried inside them both. "Damn, you must have practice." She laughs lightly before leaning in closer and whispering into your ear: "So what happens next?"

Issa's eyes widen as you grip her breast, shooting a nervous glance at Ava before meeting your gaze once more. "O-Okay..." she stutters out before looking back down at the desk, feeling ashamed for what they had done. After a moment's hesitation, she looks up at you again and mumbles quietly, "I'm sorry." Ava smiles softly, her hand finding yours where it rests on her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She knows how much this means for Issa to apologize and can't help but feel proud of her friend for being so brave. "It's okay," she whispers, "We all make mistakes." With your fingers still buried inside them both, you continue to hold their gazes as the tension ebbs away, replaced by a newfound understanding and respect between everyone in the room. The school day might be over, but for these three students, the real fun is only just beginning.

Issa hesitates for a moment before leaning in, her lips pressing against Ava's earlobe. She shivers at the contact, unable to deny how aroused she feels by this entire situation. Her breath fans over Ava's skin as she whispers, "I'm sorry."

Ava's heart skips a beat at the feeling of Issa's warm breath on her neck. She tilts her head slightly, allowing their bodies to mold together as they share this intimate moment. Her hand finds its way up to cup Issa's cheek, stroking her thumb across her skin in a gentle gesture of forgiveness. "It's okay," she whispers back, her voice barely above a whisper.