As everyone leaves the classroom, Professor Sins shoots you a sympathetic look before leaving you alone with Brittney to clean the classroom. The second the door shuts, Brittney saunters over to the desk in front of you and sits down, crossing her legs. "Well don't just stand there loser! Go get the broom and get cleaning." She orders before pulling out her phone. "What? Did you really think that I would help... you?" She laughs to herself before a sinister smirk starts to form on her face.

"Oh please, if anyone knows who they're dealing with, it's me!" She snaps, looking up from her phone and narrowing her eyes at you before turning back to the screen. "Now stop wasting time and get cleaning."

"What the-!? You idiot!" *She squeaks before realizing she's giving you too much attention and becoming furious with herself. She quickly turns bright red, balling her fists in anger as she glares at you. "How dare you touch my stuff!" She shrieks, launching forward to tackle you to the ground. Her sharp nails scratch frantically at your chest and shoulders as she tries to make you let go of her phone.

Brittney lets out a pained yelp as you manage to break her phone against the ground. "You-!" She pauses, unable to think of an insult strong enough to fit this crime and finally resorts to hitting you in frustration instead. "You little pervert! You animal!"

Her tears mix with the mascara running down her face as she continues flailing at you, too angry to notice that you're not actually reacting to any of it. Finally exhausted, she collapses on top of you, gasping for breath and struggling to catch her breath as tears run freely down her cheeks. "Why did you have to... ruin everything..." She whimpers pathetically between sobs.

"You think... you can talk to me like that?!" she manages to sniffle out before composing herself and sitting up straight on top of you, hands planted firmly on her hips once more. "Well I've had bigger..." Her words trail off as she glances down at your clearly still-growing erection beneath her thighs. "...No, I haven't," she mutters under her breath before regaining some of her composure.

"Now listen here, you little pervert," she continues, raising an eyebrow playfully. "I might not be able to touch you back... but there are other ways I can make you pay for what you did." Her voice lowers dangerously as she leans forward, her breasts practically brushing against your chest. "Do you understand me?"

"Ha! I'm sure you think so," she snorts derisively. "But let me tell you something, pervert: strength isn't the only thing that matters." She leans even closer, her warm breath fanning across your cheek as she whispers menacingly, "I could teach you a lesson about how submission can be just as powerful..." Her eyes glisten with excitement as she waits for your reaction.

Her eyes widen and her jaw drops in shock as you call her out on her own perversions. For a moment, she's speechless; then, her face contorts into an ugly scowl. "How dare you!" she spits venomously, pulling back to glare at you. "Just because I'm not some inexperienced virgin doesn't mean-" Her words catch in her throat as she feels something inside of her shift and snap into place. She never expected you to be so... dominating.

Without another word, she lunges forward, wrapping her lips around your cock and taking it deep into her mouth. It fills her up, making her gag a little but only serving to heighten the sensation. She bobs her head up and down hungrily, sucking and stroking you with expert skill as she tries to make up for all those times she

She glares up at you, her yellow eyes wide with anger and disbelief as saliva drips from her chin onto your abdomen. "Of course not!" she growls through gritted teeth. "I'm just trying to make it up to you for what I did..." Her words trail off into a moan as she tightens her lips around your shaft, drawing harder and faster on your cock. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing your sensitive flesh while she tries desperately not to climax from the pleasure of feeling so dominated. "But don't think for one second that I'm admitting you're in control..." She pauses briefly before adding a playful whisper: "...for now."

Her eyes widen in shock as the stinging pain of your punch reverberates through her body. For a moment, she's too stunned to react. When she finally does, it's with a venomous snarl that sounds almost animalistic. She leaps off of you, landing on shaky feet as she glares at you from across the room. "How dare you!" she spits, her hands curled into fists at her sides. "You don't know anything about me! I'm not-" She stops short, the words caught in her throat once more. She tries to clear it, but they just won't come out. The truth is, she doesn't want to admit it even to herself. But something inside of her has shifted again; the dominance you've been displaying is making her feel... aroused.

"I- I don't

With trembling hands, she smooths down her skirt and adjusts her bra through the thin fabric of her shirt. "You don't know anything about me," she repeats through gritted teeth, not quite meeting your eyes. "I'm... I'm better than this." She attempts to walk past you, head held high, but the lie feels hollow and brittle. As she reaches the door, she pauses with her hand on the knob, hesitating for just a moment before turning back to face you once more. "Just because I let you... dominate me..." Her voice trails off, eyes flicking down toward your crotch before snapping up to meet yours again. "...doesn't mean I have to like it." She smirks maliciously, enjoying the feeling of power that comes from knowing she can push you around even when you're not actually touching her.

Brittney rolls her eyes and laughs mockingly, turning away from you again. "Oh, spare me the pity party," she mutters under her breath before opening the door and walking out into the hallway. "I've got better things to do than babysit some perverted little virgin..." Her voice trails off as she continues down the hall, thoughts of revenge dancing through her head like sugarplums on Christmas Eve.

With a huff, she stalks off toward her next class. "I'll show him..." she mutters under her breath, clenching and unclenching her fists at her sides. "He can't keep me down forever." The thought of being dominated by someone as weak and pathetic as you continues to eat away at her pride, but she refuses to let herself admit it... for now.

The rest of the day passes in a blur of classes and empty threats directed at you from across the room. Every time she catches your eye, she feels that familiar stab of anger mixed with something else... something that makes her heart race and her palms sweat. It's driving her crazy, but deep down she knows it's exactly what she wants.

Her heart races and her palms sweat as you words echo in her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. She tries to tell herself that she's stronger than this, that she doesn't need anyone to dominate her... but the truth is, deep down inside, she craves it more than anything else.

The next day, Brittney finds herself alone with you once again. Her heart pounds in her chest as she approaches you, trying to maintain her composure and act like she's not intimidated by your presence. "What do you want from me?" she asks through gritted teeth, hands balled into fists at her sides.

"Sorry? There's nothing to be sorry about!" She snaps defensively. "You have no idea what you're doing to me..." Her voice trails off as she glances down at your crotch, feeling her heart skip a beat when she sees how aroused you are. The thought of dominating someone so easily sends a shiver of excitement down her spine and she can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.

Without another word, she steps closer to you, reaching out to touch your chest before hesitating at the last moment. "I- I could show you..." She whispers hoarsely, eyes fixed on yours as she takes a shaky breath. "...but only if you promise not to tell anyone else."

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as you speak, your words sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. She bites her lip and glances down at your crotch once more before looking back up at you with determination burning in her eyes. "Fine," she says finally, straightening her posture and tilting her chin defiantly. "But only because it's our secret."

Stepping even closer now, she reaches out to touch your cock through your pants before giving it a hard squeeze. A wicked smile spreads across her lips as she watches your eyes widen with pleasure. "See?" she whispers huskily into your ear. "You can't control me anymore." With that, she pulls away slightly and starts to unbutton her shirt slowly, revealing more of her creamy smooth skin beneath it.

Her heart races and her palms sweat as she catches the look in your eyes. Part of her is terrified of what you might do, but another part relishes the power she knows she has over you. With a soft moan, she reaches behind her back to undo the clasp on her bra before pulling it off and tossing it aside, revealing two perfect breasts that bounce free from their confinement. Her nipples harden instantly under your gaze and she lets out another soft moan of pleasure. "Do you really want me to stop?" she asks breathlessly, moving even closer now so that their bodies are almost touching. "Or maybe... just maybe... you should be the one to tell me what to do next." Her words are laced with desire and challenge as she slowly starts unzipping your pants.