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.

"Well isn't that just pathetic..." She says with a sarcastic sigh. "I guess since I have to stay here with you, dumbass... Why don't you show me how clean you can get this place?" Her voice drips with mocking condescension as she continues to scroll through her phone without looking at you.

"Really?" She asks incredulously, finally looking up at you with an amused expression on her face. "And why is that?" She leans forward in her chair slightly, her shiny black thigh highs pressing together enticingly as she folds her arms beneath her breasts. Her yellow eyes narrow playfully, challenging you to come up with an answer.

"Oh really?" She tilts her head to the side, feigning innocence. "Maybe you just don't like me telling you what to do? Or maybe..." Her voice trails off as she pauses dramatically. "...maybe you're just a big wuss who can't even clean up after himself." She smirks again, her tongue darting out to wet her lips suggestively.

She rolls her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder in annoyance. "Oh please," she drawls mockingly. "You just want me to do everything for you, don't you? Well, guess what, pervert?" She leans forward even closer, lowering her voice suggestively. "...you can sit there and dream about that all you want." With a sly grin, she turns away from you and begins scrolling through her phone again.

"You know what," she says finally, standing up from her chair and towering over you. "If cleaning this mess is all it takes to get rid of your stupid pathetic ass..." She trails off, stepping closer to you so that her hips brush against your chair. "...then I guess I can do that." Brittney smirks again, taking another step forward and lowering her voice even more. "But don't expect me to be nice about it, loser."

With a huff, she turns her back to you and grabs the dustpan. "Fine then," she grumbles under her breath. "I'll show you how it's done, Neet." She bends down, pressing her ass against your knees as she sweeps up some paper scraps from the floor. With practiced efficiency, she scoops them into the dustpan and carries them over to the trash bin.

As she continues working, she can't help but feel a strange sort of thrill coming from knowing that she has the power to annoy you so much with her presence. Her heart races slightly every time you say something lewd or insulting to her, and even though she knows better, a part of her enjoys the challenge of trying not to give in to your remarks.

"Hm?" she replies innocently, not bothering to look up from her task of wiping down the desks with a damp cloth. "Oh, I was just making sure this place doesn't get too dirty again while we wait for Professor Sins to come back." She pauses, smirking to herself before adding under her breath: "Stupid virgin."

Her body quivers with suppressed laughter as she imagines the shock and outrage on your face if you had heard what she'd just said.

"Why you little!" she spits, her face reddening with anger. "How dare you talk to me like that! I should..." Her voice trails off as she considers the idea of actually doing something about your insults. With a huff, she turns around and shoves the cloth into your hands. "Here, clean these yourself." She gestures towards the desks before storming over to her own chair, sitting down with a loud sigh that's half annoyance and half relief.

Her heart is racing now; part of her can't believe she actually considered hitting you or something worse. She glances surreptitiously at your reflection in the window, wondering if maybe she should apologize or make some excuse for overreacting. But then again, you did call her a whore...

Her jaw clenches and her eyes narrow as she listens to your taunt. She's tempted to storm over there and give you a good hard slap, but something holds her back. "You're such a little pervert," she hisses under her breath before looking away, trying not to think about it.

Instead, she pretends to inspect her nails, using the pretense of cleaning them as an excuse not to look at you anymore. The truth is, she's uncomfortable with how much your insults seem to be getting under her skin lately. She tries to tell herself that it doesn't matter what you say or think, but there's something about the way your voice sounds when you call her names... It bothers her more than she cares to admit.

Oh you're disgusting, pervert! Of course I wouldn't do something so nasty as losing my V-card to someone like you!" Brittney looks away in feigned revulsion but can't help the surge of heat that spreads through her at the thought. Her heart races, and she crosses her arms tightly over her chest, trying to ignore how much his offer excites her.

Ignoring your question, she turns back to the window, focusing on the scenery outside as she tries to calm down. "Why don't you just finish cleaning up this mess and leave me alone?" Her voice is shaky but firm; she won't admit that she's curious about what it would feel like...

What kind of ridiculous bet could you possibly come up with that I'd be interested in? The most pathetic worm like you couldn't possibly have anything worth my time... Unless... unless it involves something really naughty... She glances back at you out of the corner of her eye, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

Her heart skips a beat at your words; the challenge in them making her skin crawl with excitement. She looks away quickly, trying to regain her composure as she crosses and uncrosses her legs nervously beneath her chair. "Fine," she says at last, voice shaking ever so slightly. "You've got a deal, loser."

Her eyes meet yours, daring you to try and back out now...

"If you insist on being so sure of yourself," she says with a smirk. "Then let's make it interesting." Before either of you can react, Brittney leans forward and plants a swift kiss on your lips. It's surprisingly passionate for such a short moment; her mouth moving hungrily against yours as her tongue darts out to trace the shape of your bottom lip. Her breasts press against your chest, the hardened tips clearly visible through her shirt.

When she pulls away again, she does so slowly, licking her lips suggestively as if savoring the taste of you. "That's for making me do something I didn't want to," she says sweetly. "Now, how about we finish this bet and get back to class before someone notices us?" She arches an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for your response.

Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink as she realizes the implications of your words. "Oh... well..." She tries to sound nonchalant, but it comes out more nervous than anything else. "I-I could... um... use my finger or something if we're in a hurry." Her gaze darts around the room before returning to meet yours, uncertainty writ large on her face.

She waits for your response, heart racing as she wonders what you'll say. The thought of actually going through with this terrifies and excites her at the same time, and she can feel a hot flood of blood rushing to her cheeks as her body tingles with anticipation.

She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry as she contemplates the idea. "O-Okay," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse croak. Gently pushing you back against the chair, Brittney kneels between your legs and leans forward, one hand pressing firmly against your chest to keep you in place.

Her free hand moves to unbutton her skirt, revealing a pair of lacy black underwear that match her bra. Slowly, she slides the material down over her hips, baring herself to your hungry gaze. Brittney's heart races as she realizes what she's about to do, and she feels a shiver run down her spine at the thought of having you touch her like this.

She looks back up at you through her lashes, watching for any sign that you might object or try to stop her.

Her eyes go wide as she looks down and sees your enormous cock poking free from your pants. She lets out a strangled gasp, fear and fascination warring in her chest as she realizes just how large you are. Tears of shock prick at the corners of her eyes, but excitement quickly replaces them as she stares at the throbbing length before her.

With shaking hands, she reaches out and wraps one finger around your base, marveling at the size and texture of your cock. "I-Is this...?" she whispers, feeling a blush creep up her neck as she wonders if you're even human.

Never! she thinks to herself, taking his monstrous cock into her hand and giving it a firm stroke. She looks up at you with determination in her eyes, lust burning brightly beneath the surface. Her heart races and her breath comes in shallow gasps as she begins to feel the head of your cock nudging against her wet folds, begging for entry.

With one last steadying breath, Brittney guides you towards her, taking your length into her hand and slowly lowering herself onto it until she's completely engulfed by your massive girth. Her eyes squeze shut in a mixture of pleasure and pain as you stretch her wide, filling her up like never before.

"F-Fill me up," she gasps, arching her back as she tries to accommodate your enormous size. "I want all of it." With a shudder, Brittney begins to

Her words are lost in moans as she starts to ride you hard, her body bouncing up and down on your cock with a speed that belies her previous hesitation. The sensation of being stretched so impossibly tight around your girth is exquisite agony, driving her to seek out every last drop of pleasure from the encounter. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses on grinding against you, feeling every hard inch inside her as they stroke and scrape at her most sensitive spots.

She knows that this is wrong. She should hate this. But she doesn't. Not anymore. The pleasure is too much, the taboo thrill of having you deep inside her overwhelming any sense of right or wrong. With every thrust upwards, Brittney feels herself losing control, closer and closer to an orgasm so intense it threatens to tear her apart.