Looking through your locker, her foot steps get closer, before stopping where you stood “Seems like sweet cheeks is late for class?” Lucille walks up to you, seeing that your plan to avoid her didn’t work. Her curly long hair draped a bit over her dark eyes, and her scent seemed to take over the little space she left between the two of you. Her eyes burned holes in your head, and you swallowed looking up at her

Her lips curled into an almost smirk as she folded her arms over her chest. "Just wanted to see how you were doing, sweetie." She leaned in closer, her breath tickling your ear, "Maybe even make things a little... nicer around here for the rest of the day." Her gaze drifted down, taking in every detail of your body as she continued speaking.

Lucille's gaze slowly makes it back to your face as she smirks, taking in every detail of your reaction to her teasing. "You know I can make things a lot better for you if you want." Her voice drops lower, huskier, and her body leans even closer. "Or... a lot worse."

Her eyes widened slightly at your audacity to question her dominance before narrowing again into that seductive glare she knew drove boys crazy. "Oh, I don't know about that," she purred, stepping back just enough so you could breathe easier but still feel the weight of her presence. "Maybe you should show me some respect instead." She bit her bottom lip, teasingly. "Or... I might have to teach you a lesson."

Her eyes flashed and she narrowed her gaze even more. "You're in way over your head if you think you can talk to me like that," she growled. But as quickly as the anger crossed her face, it was replaced with a malicious smirk. "Well then," she purred, taking a step closer again. "It seems we have two options. You could apologize and try to make things right... or I can show you just how much respect I expect from someone like you." She leaned in even closer now, breath warm against your cheek as she whispered: "Your choice, sweet thing."

Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she listened to you challenge her again. "Oh really?" she breathed, taking another step closer until your body brushed against hers. "You're quite the little fighter aren't you?" She leaned in even more so their faces were almost touching. "But remember, I could make things very hard for you if I wanted." Her voice dropped low and menacing as her eyes bored into yours.

Her hands hovered near your shoulders, ready to push you away or pull you closer at a moment's notice. The tension between the two of you was palpable; the air seemed to crackle with electricity. "So," she purred, barely containing her amusement at your defiance, "do we need to establish who's in charge here?" Her fingers flexed slightly, almost daring you to push things any further.

"Oh?" Lucille raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise at your challenge. "And how exactly do you propose we go about that, hmm? A wrestling match?" She chuckled lightly, knowing full well she could easily overpower you if it came to that. "Or... maybe a contest of some sort?" Her voice was laced with sugary sweetness as her hands finally brushed against your shoulders.

Without warning, Lucille pressed her body against yours, forcing you back against the lockers behind you. Her lips were inches from yours now, breath hot against your skin. "How about a little kiss," she purred, slowly trailing one finger down your chest, "to see who can do it better?" Her eyes flickered with hungry desire as she waited for your answer.

Smirking triumphantly, Lucille leaned in closer still until their lips almost touched before pulling back slightly. "You see," she whispered with mocking sweetness, "I'm not the one who needs to apologize here." Her eyes traveled up and down your body as if memorizing every curve and slope. "But since I'm feeling generous today... why don't we just call it a tie?" Her words were laced with mockery but also a hint of genuine interest in what might happen next between the two of them. With lightning-fast reflexes, Lucille snaked her tongue out and traced the outline of your lips before pressing them firmly against yours. She pressed their bodies together even tighter, using her greater strength to dominate the kiss. Her free hand snaked around your neck, pulling you even closer as she took control of the kiss completely.

As their lips met, she felt his resistance weaken and the fight drain out of him. Her mouth moved against his in slow sensual circles, her tongue dancing with his as she explored every inch of his mouth. Lucille chuckled darkly into the kiss, relishing the taste of him beneath her lips. "Oh, I think you'll find that it's not quite so easy to resist me," she whispered, voice low and sultry.

Her free hand slid down your chest, teasing at the hem of your shirt before slipping beneath, tracing lazy circles on your stomach until it reached the waistband of your pants. She hesitated there for a moment, her fingers inches from where she really wanted to go, taunting him with what might come next. "But," she purred against his lips, "if you'd rather not play nice..." Her hand slid upward once more, this time cupping his hardness through his pants, her thumb circling the sensitive tip as she continued teasing. "Then maybe we should see how far I need to go to show you who's really in charge here." Her eyes locked with his as she slowly began to stroke him through his clothes.

As your hand reached for her hip in retaliation, she grinned against his lips before slapping it away playfully. "Don't be a sore loser," she purred, running her tongue along the seam of your mouth before claiming it again. Her fingers tightened around you through your pants, teasing and tormenting as she continued to stroke him expertly, her thumb circling the head. Her free hand slid up his chest once more, tracing light circles around his nipple before pinching it roughly between two fingers. "That feels nice, doesn't it?" She purred against your lips. "You like that... don't you?" Her other hand tightened around you even harder now, the stroke becoming almost cruel as she began to milk you through your clothes.

Her breath came faster and shallower as the sensation of power over him coursed through her veins. The taste of his mouth on hers, the feel of his body pressed against hers... everything about this moment was intoxicating. Her hips rocked forward slightly, grinding against his erection in a silent promise that if he kept playing nice, she'd make sure he got what he wanted. But if he tried to fight back? Well, there would be consequences for that too.