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.

Issa blushes even deeper as she looks into your eyes. "W-we just thought... s-someone should teach you a lesson, y'know?" Her voice is shaky, and her gaze drifts down to your crotch for a moment before snapping back up to meet yours. Ava trembles beneath your grip. "Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely. "But... I didn't mean it like that." Her nipples harden against her bra, and a trickle of moisture escapes between her legs. The more you hold onto her, the more she wants it.

The floorboards creak as you turn away from them, leaving the two girls trembling on their own. Ava looks at her feet in shame, tears of humiliation starting to well up in her eyes. She thought she could play you like everyone else... but it seems she's met her match.

Issa glares at your back, cheeks flushed with anger and frustration. "That bastard," she mutters under her breath. Her fingers dig into the skin of her thighs as she tries to steady herself. "He thinks he's so fucking smart..." she says venomously, but it's clear even to her that you were one step ahead the whole time.

The tension in the room eases slightly as you begin gathering your things. Without looking back, you know both girls are watching you, their expressions a mix of disappointment and desire. It seems they might not be ready to

As you approach her, the tears start to fall faster down Ava's cheeks. She looks up at you through wet lashes, a mixture of shame and longing etched into her features. "I... I'm sorry," she manages to choke out between sobs. "I didn't mean it like that."

Issa's expression darkens as she watches the two of you interact. "He's just a sad little pervert, Ava," she mutters, not able to hide her own frustration. "We shouldn't have given him the time of day in the first place." She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at you from where she stands by your desk.

The hand that wasn't wiping away Ava's tears moves to gently cup her cheek. "I don't think that," you reply softly. "You

Issa's eyes narrow as you hold Ava and admonish her. For a moment, she looks like she's about to snap back with another retort, but something in your gaze stops her. She glances down at the floor, biting her lip. Finally, she steps forward hesitantly and places a hand on Ava's shoulder. "Yeah," she says quietly. "You're right. I'm sorry, too."

Her apology comes out stilted and forced, but it's enough to make Ava look up at her with surprise and gratitude. "Th-thanks, Issa," she manages between sniffles. The three of you stand there in an awkward silence for a moment before you break away from Ava, giving her one last smile before walking back to your desk to finish packing up.

As you busily gather your things, you

"We just... wanted to see if there was more to you," Ava says hesitantly, her eyes flickering away from yours as she twirls a strand of hair around her finger. "You always seem so alone." Her cheeks flush pink again at the admission, as if revealing this secret is somehow embarrassing for both of them.

Issa glares at you for a moment longer before finally relenting and adding, "And we thought maybe... with some practice, we could help you fit in better." Her tone is defensive, but there's an undercurrent of hurt beneath it as well. "We didn't mean to make you angry."

"O-Okay," Issa says, sounding a bit uncertain at first but then nodding slowly. She looks up at you, her expression softening slightly. "We shouldn't have pushed it. I'm sorry." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes what she just said, but it seems like there's no taking it back now.

Ava, meanwhile, continues to twirl her hair around her finger, looking down at the floor. "Yeah," she whispers. "We shouldn't have... We were just bored." She glances up at you again, then quickly away, unable to meet your gaze. The weight of their words hangs heavily in the air for a moment before she finally musters the courage to speak again. "Look, we get carried away sometimes... But we can make it up to you if you want." Her voice is barely above a whisper, almost shy

Issa's eyes widen at the invitation. "Really?" she asks, sounding surprised and maybe a bit excited. Aava on the other hand, looks a little more hesitant. She glances at her friend before turning back to you and nodding slowly. "Yeah... that sounds nice," she says softly. "Thank you."

The three of you stand there in silence for a moment longer, the tension between them beginning to ease as they accept your offer. Ava studies her shoes, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment while Issa leans forward, looking at you intently with bright green eyes. They both know that this dinner invitation carries more weight than simple gratitude; it's an opportunity for them to get closer to you and explore the boundaries of their newfound connection. But for now, they're content simply standing here together, uncertain but hopeful about what might come

Issa's cheeks flush even deeper at your question, but she doesn't look away. "Maybe I just wanted to know more about you," she says quietly, her voice laced with curiosity. Ava glances between the two of you, feeling a hint of jealousy stirring in her chest. She clears her throat awkwardly and looks back at you. "Yeah... we're just really interested."

The air around you seems charged now, electric with possibility. The three of you know that this dinner is more than just an excuse to eat together; it's a chance for you to explore the connection that's been growing between

The two girls exchange excited glances before nodding in unison. "Okay," they say almost breathlessly. "We'll be there!" With one last, hesitant glance at each other, they turn and hurry out of the classroom, their heels clicking against the floor as they make their way down the hall toward the exit. Ava's heart races with anticipation, her mind already spinning with plans for how she can impress you tonight. Issa, on the other hand, can barely contain her excitement; this could be her chance to truly dominate and control someone for once in her life.

As they disappear out of sight, a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. The game has begun, and already you can feel their desires dancing just beyond your grasp. Tonight promises to be an interesting experience indeed.

Issa stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her black lace corset and admiring how it accentuates her curves. Her long legs are encased in a pair of shiny black leather pants that hug her tightly, while a tiny black velvet dress hangs just above her ample cleavage. She glances over at Ava, who is wearing an elegant white gown with sheer sleeves and a plunging neckline. The pale blue of the fabric contrasts beautifully with her dark hair and pale skin.

"Wow," Ava says, studying Issa in awe. "You look absolutely stunning." She smoothes down her own dress self-consciously, feeling nervous but excited about the evening ahead. Issa walks over to her, running her fingers through Ava's hair and mussing it up slightly before leaning in to kiss her lips soft

"Oh, look at you," Ava teases, playing along. "You're all cleaned up too." She motions for Issa to precede her out the door, the two girls giggling like schoolgirls as they step outside into the crisp evening air. The scent of lavender fills the night as they climb onto your motorcycle behind you; Ava wraps her arms around your waist while Issa sits sidesaddle on the seat, one hand gripping your thigh possessively. As you rev the engine and drive away from their house, the thrill of the wind in their hair only serves to heighten their excitement for what lies ahead at your home tonight.

As you lead them into your apartment, the two girls glance around in wonder. It's clear that they were expecting something much different than this tasteful and well-appointed space. Ava walks over to an antique sideboard, running her fingers along its smooth wooden surface as she examines a framed photo of your family. "Your parents must be very proud of you," she says softly, unable to hide the hint of envy in her voice. Issa, on the other hand, moves directly toward a set of French doors that lead out onto a small balcony overlooking the city. Her fingers curl into fists as she studies the view, already plotting ways to control this situation and dominate you completely. "This is... nice," she says noncommittally, not wanting to show her true excitement yet.

"What are you talking about?" Issa asks defensively, her cheeks flushing again. "I just meant that this is a nice place." She glances over at Ava, who nods in agreement but seems unconvinced. "It's... lovely," she says softly, her gaze drifting back to you. "You must work hard for all of this."

The tension in the room thickens as the two girls exchange meaningful glances. They both know that they can no longer hide their true desires from each other or from you. With a shiver of anticipation, Issa moves closer to Ava, pressing her body against hers and smirking up at your face. "Or maybe," she whispers into Ava's ear, "you could help us find something else we want even more."

The scent of their perfume fills the air as they stand shoulder-to-

Issa grins wickedly at your words, her body trembling with anticipation. Ava bites her lip nervously before meeting Issa's gaze and nodding slowly. They both know what you're suggesting... and they want it just as much as you do. With a sultry smile, Ava leans down to kiss Issa softly on the lips, moaning into the touch as their bodies melt together. You watch them, feeling your own arousal growing even deeper at the sight of their passionate embrace.

For several moments, they are lost in each other's kisses, fingers tangled in hair and skin as they explore one another with increasing urgency. Finally, with a satisfied sigh, Ava pulls away from Issa and meets your eyes once more. "And what about you?" she whispers huskily. "What do you want us to do for you ton

Issa's eyes narrow as she studies you, her expression almost predatory. "Fine," she says eventually, "but we get to choose the movie." She moves closer to Ava, nuzzling against her shoulder before taking a seat at the table. "What do you say?" Ava looks at you with hesitation before finally settling onto the chair opposite Issa. "It's your night," she says softly, her gaze flickering back and forth between you both. She crosses her legs demurely beneath the table, exposing a generous amount of thigh. You set out plates of food on the table, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks as their eyes slide over your body while they inspect your cooking skills. "Thank you," Ava murmurs, reaching for a roll. "This smells delicious." She glances at you from beneath her lashes, a

"We... wanted to impress you," Ava stammers, her cheeks flushing again as she sips her wine. She glances at Issa for support but finds none; instead, her friend watches you with a predatory gleam in her eye. "It's just that... we thought maybe if we showed you how much fun it could be..." Her voice trails off as she takes another bite of food, unable to meet your gaze. Issa leans forward, pressing their body against Ava's side possessively. "You see," she says quietly, a hint of challenge in her tone, "we like to share our pleasures with the person we care about." She takes a sip of wine before looking up at you through her lashes. "And maybe..." Her voice trails off suggestively, her fingers slipping beneath the table to brush against Ava's inner thigh.

"You're right," Ava says quickly, suddenly regretting her earlier suggestion. "We shouldn't have brought that up." She turns to look at Issa, a warning in her eyes, but it only seems to make the other girl more defiant. Issa snorts derisively and rolls her eyes. "Oh, please," she says with exaggerated annoyance. "You think we're not used to men like you judging us?" She leans back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. "Well, we are." Her voice hardens slightly, the playfulness gone from her tone. "But that doesn't mean we have to like it." Ava glances at you uncertainly, wishing she could smooth things over but unsure how to do it without looking like she's capitulating to Issa. The tension in the room has thickened, and

Issa laughs coldly, her lips curling up in a mocking smile. "Oh, please," she says dismissively, waving her hand through the air. "We don't need any more friends. And as for stealing their boyfriends... well, that's just what we do best." She glances at Ava, an impish grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Besides, it's not like we have a choice." Ava looks uncomfortable beneath Issa's gaze but doesn't say anything further. The weight of their secrets hangs heavily in the air, and the evening suddenly feels much less carefree than it did before. After a long moment of tense silence, Ava clears her throat and tries to change the subject. "So... what movie were you thinking of watching?" Her voice sounds forced, but she presses onward

Issa snorts again and rolls her eyes, looking bored now. "Oh please," she says dismissively, waving a hand in the air. "They don't know anything." She glances at Ava out of the corner of her eye, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "Besides, it's not like they care." The two of them exchange knowing looks before turning their attention back to you. There's a challenge in Issa's eyes, daring you to call their bluff, while Ava appears torn between defiance and uncertainty. The air feels heavy with tension as the possibility of exposure hangs like a cloud over the group.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Ava speaks up. "Well," she says hesitantly, "the movie I had in mind was actually that new romantic comedy. You know, the one with..."

Issa glances at Ava before slowly standing up and following you into the living room. Aava trails after her, unable to hide the excitement dancing in her eyes. They both take seats on the couch across from you, their hearts racing as the previews for the movie start playing. The atmosphere in the room feels charged with anticipation and the underlying current of their earlier conflict.

As the film begins, Issa leans forward, elbows resting on her knees as she studies your reaction intently. Ava, meanwhile, looks from you to her friend and back again, unsure how to navigate this tricky situation. The lights are dimmed, but there's still enough illumination for you to see the smirks and sly glances they exchange throughout the movie. It's clear that neither of them is fully focused on what's happening on screen; their attention is entirely fixed on each other and how they