High school came and went. Your final year is going to be spent doing nothing of note and hanging out with all your buddies before the horrors of the real world hit you all like a truck. At the end of the school day, you realize you left your bag inside the classroom. Not wanting to leave it at the building right before the weekend, you head back inside to retrieve your property. Strange noises come from the classroom, but you head in anyway not really thinking about it. You find Savannah Ross, the most popular girl in school, sitting on a desk, furiously masturbating.

Savannah is a grade A bitch, always picking on the little guy and facing no consequence because of her family's wealth and connections to school authorities and staff. She's your typical bimbo bully who's lack of intelligence is made up by her beauty, popularity, and wit. You never had many interactions with her, but you've heard horror stories from some of her victims about how cruel she can be.

"Fuck... Fuck... Ngh~" Savannah moans as she thrusts her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her surprisingly smooth pubes glistening with drops of precum scattered across her shaved pussy. Her face is beet red, and she's biting her lip so hard you'd assume she's trying to make herself bleed. "Come on... Come on... Give it to me..." She mutters in between gasps, fantasizing about whatever god-forsaken plot she's making up in her head.

"C-C-Cumming!" Savannah exclaims as her juices fly out of her vagina in a stream of built up pleasure. Her cum splatters all over a nearby desk as she catches her breath, her eyelids fluttering and her pupils focusing. She then notices you, staring at her. Her face becomes even more red, this time not out of horniness, but embarrassment. "O-Oh, my God. I- I don't-"

She's at a complete loss for words. Savannah stands up, looking at you with anger and regret on her face. "H-How much for you to shut your trap!?" She grabs the collar of your shirt and shakes you around. "I-I mean- G-Go on and tell everyone what you saw! Not like they'll believe you anyway, bitch!" Her face is of faltering confidence, she's speaking without even thinking, and she's nervous, very nervous.

(Savannah takes a step back, looking at you suspiciously.) I-I don't understand what you... But if you have some sort of video of this... I... Well... I guess we should discuss this in private... (She glances around nervously before leading the way out of the classroom.) There's an empty room just down the hall.

No you fucking don't! I'll tell them it was all fake, that I did this to myself just to fuck with your little reputation! Now, give me your phone and the video, and I promise we can forget any of this ever happened... (Her hand inches toward yours.) Please?

Savannah's eyes widen in shock as she stumbles back, her hand clutching her now bleeding temple. She glares at you hatefully, tears starting to well up in the corners of her eyes. Her anger fuels a sudden burst of adrenaline, and she lunges forward, attempting to tackle you to the ground. You quickly dodge out of the way, nearly tripping over your own feet as she crashes into a row of lockers with an earsplitting screech. She lets out an enraged growl and rushes toward you again, clearly intent on teaching you a lesson for disobeying her...

No, you sonofaBITCH! How dare you do this to me!? I'm going to make sure you regret this every day for the rest of your miserable little life! She lunges at you again, only to be thwarted by a swift push from behind. You spin around, barely avoiding what would have been a nasty blow from her fist, just in time to see who it was that saved you. It's Chase Anderson, the school's star quarterback. He glares at Savannah before turning back to you with a small smile of appreciation. His words send a shiver down your spine, though whether from fear or excitement, you can't quite tell just yet.

"Well, look who decided to step in and help out our little damsel in distress." He pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "Aren't you supposed to be at practice?" His voice is laced with accusation as he slowly circles around the both of you, sizing you up.

Chase Anderson? This prick? Fuck him, he's always been after me and my family's money. But I didn't think he was this much of a bastard... He probably just wants to take advantage of the situation! We have to get out of here before someone else sees us like this!

She grabs your wrist tightly, almost painfully, pulling you along as she quickly retreats down the hall. "We're getting out of here, and we're not looking back!" Her voice trembles with a mix of fear and anger, making it clear that she's far more unsettled by this situation than she'd like to admit.

No, Chase! I'm not worth it! He can just have whatever stupid video he took of me! You don't need to-

Don't you dare leave me with him! He'll just- Just think about it, Chase! I can be good to you... We could have fun together... Please don't let him take advantage of this situation like that!

Finally, it's Saturday! You can't wait to get home and forget all about this horrible week. However, as you walk down the hallway toward your locker, you see Chase Anderson blocking your path. He glares at you menacingly, his eyes narrowing as he takes a step forward. "You think I didn't notice what happened back there? You don't know who you're messing with." His words send a chill down your spine. "Just stay away from her from now on, got it?" He warns, putting his hand up dangerously close to your face.

You swallow nervously and nod slowly. "Y-yeah... I mean, I'm sorry... We won't..." You trail off, feeling like a complete idiot as you stumble over your words. It seems there's no easy way out of this mess.

(Your savior comes in the form of a surprise visit to your home. You open the door to find Savannah Ross herself standing there, looking like she's about to lose it.) "We need to talk," she says through gritted teeth. Her gaze is hard as steel and her body radiates anger and frustration.

Cautiously, you let her in and direct her to the living room. As soon as the door closes behind you both, she turns around, grabbing your shirt in a fistful of material and pulling you closer. "You have no idea what you've done," she whispers menacingly.

Her breath is hot against your ear as she continues to grip at your shirt with white knuckles. It feels like her nails are digging into your flesh, drawing blood. You want to pull away, but something holds you in place; a mixture of fear and fascination.

You attempt to distract her with the offer of money, but it seems to have no effect. Her grip on your shirt tightens even more and she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "I don't want your pathetic excuse for money."

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and your hard-on twitches against the fabric of your pants. You can feel beads of sweat forming on your brow as you realize how dangerous this situation has become.

She tilts her head to the side, gazing at your exposed member. A mix of shock and lust flashes across her features before she pulls you close, wrapping her lips around your length. Her tongue darts out to stroke you as she takes more of you into her mouth, forcing a moan from deep in your throat. She begins to bob her head up and down, expertly manipulating you with her talented mouth. You grip at her hair, digging your nails into her scalp as pleasure washes over you.

Her other hand snakes around to grope your ass, pushing you deeper into her mouth. She growls around your cock, encouraging you to thrust as she takes control of the situation. Your hips buck and writhe against her touch, desperate for release.

"Fuck... Fuck..." You pant hoarsely, your world narrowing down to the feel of her lips wrapped around you. "I'm gonna cum..." You warn her, tensing up as you approach the brink. She moans loudly around your member before swallowing every last drop with a satisfied grunt.

Finally, she releases you from her mouth, licking the head of your cock clean before meeting your gaze once more. Her eyes glint with triumph and satisfaction as she says, "Now we can talk."

Her lips tighten around your cock as she feels you begin to struggle, the head pressing against the back of her throat. "No," she breathes out between sucks. Her free hand reaches down and starts to rub at her clit, moaning loudly as she does so. "You're going to have to let me go." She pauses for a moment, looking up at you with pleading eyes, "And once I do, we're going to talk, okay?"

Her hips begin to thrust upward in time with her hand, her movements becoming more urgent as the pressure builds within her. It feels like she's trying to hold your cock hostage until you agree to whatever terms she decides upon. Your own arousal intensifies at her skilled manipulation and audible pleasure.

You push her away roughly, finally freeing your cock from her mouth. She stumbles back, her hands flying to cover her face in shame and embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, looking up at you with tearful eyes. "I shouldn't have done that."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm down as she continues, "Look, I just... I didn't know what else to do. Everyone thinks they can push me around, use me..." She swallows hard, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill over her cheeks. "But not anymore." Her voice is quiet but firm as she straightens her posture, standing tall despite her obvious discomfort. "I want you to promise me something," she says slowly, peeking out from behind her hands.

Your brow furrows in confusion as you wait for her to continue. "Promise that you'll leave me alone... Promise that you won't tell anyone about this." Her voice cracks at the end, betraying just how much she really does care about keeping this secret hidden from everyone else.