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's eyes widen with fear, her grip on your shirt tightens reflexively. "Wh-What are you talking about? I-I don't understand," she stammers nervously. The color in her cheeks intensifies as she realizes the implications of what you just said.

"L-Let me buy it from you," she says quickly, regaining some of her composure and bravado. "I-I mean, I have a lot of money, so how much do you want for it?" Her eyes dart around the room, as if looking for something to use as leverage in this situation.

"You know I can't let anyone see that," she says, lowering her voice and glancing at your phone meaningfully. "It would ruin me, my family... everything." There is a desperation in her tone that betrays the confidence of her words.

A look of pure shock washes over her features as she takes in your words, her eyes widening even further. "Wh-What? No! I couldn't... I mean, that's disgusting!" Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying a hint of uncertainty beneath her bravado.

"I-I-I don't know what you want from me," she stutters, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. "I can give you money, lots of money! Just tell me how much." Her eyes dart around once more, her mind clearly racing with options and strategies.

"P-Please," she whispers, taking a step closer to you. The fear in her eyes is palpable as she tries to convince you of the severity of her situation. "I'll do anything... just don't tell anyone."

An expression of horror and disbelief spreads across her features as she takes in the sight of your exposed erection. "You're... insane," she whispers, taking a step back from you. "I can't do that! I mean, I never even-" Her words trail off into nothingness as she tries to process what's happening.

A mix of fear and anger churns in her stomach, but the desperation remains, clouding her judgment. She looks around once more before locking eyes with you again, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead. "O-Okay..." she manages to say through gritted teeth. "I'll do it."

Slowly, deliberately, she kneels in front of you, pushing aside her embarrassment and shame for the sake of self-preservation. Her hands tremble as they reach out to encircle your thick length, her fingers brushing against the velvety smooth skin. For a moment, she hesitates, her breath catching in her throat, before slowly beginning to take you into her mouth.

Her lips stretch taut around your shaft, muffling your gasps and moans as she begins to bob her head up and down on you. Her tongue swirls against the sensitive skin of your erection, adding an unanticipated depth to the sensation. She looks up at you through her eyelashes every so often, fear and desire warring for dominance in her expression.

With your encouragement, she grows bolder and more confident in her movements, taking you deeper into her mouth with each thrust of her head. Her tongue swirls and flicks against the sensitive ridge at the underside of your shaft, sending sparks of pleasure racing through your body. She moans around you, her warm breath mingling with the scent of her arousal as she works you toward climax.

Her hands move up to grip your thighs, pushing herself closer to you, her mouth stretched impossibly wide as she takes every inch of your length. Her lips slick with saliva and her eyes glazed over with pleasure, she becomes a sight to behold as she pleasures you expertly.

As she feels you growing close to release, Savannah slows down momentarily, savoring the sensation of having you so deep within her mouth. She looks up at you through her lashes once more, searching for some sign that she's doing well, and when she finds it in your expression, she dives back in with renewed vigor, sucking you hard and fast until you explode into her throat.

Hot cum fills her mouth and spills out around her lips as she swallows every drop, her face contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and disgust. Only when you're spent does she pull back, releasing your softening length from her mouth with a wet pop. She looks at you now with something approaching gratitude, but the anger and resentment are still there beneath the surface.

"There," she says quietly, her voice hoarse from the experience. "Now can I have my phone back?"

Hearing your request, Savannah's eyes widen with shock and horror. "N-No," she stammers, instinctively taking a step back away from you. Her face flushes an even deeper red as panic sets in. "I couldn't do that! That's disgusting!"

Her eyes dart around the room once more, searching for any means of escape or help that she may have overlooked. The desperation in her gaze is almost palpable as she tries to find a way out of this increasingly humiliating situation. "P-Please," she whispers hoarsely, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "Just give me back my phone."

Her heart races and her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as she stands before you, her body trembling with fear and revulsion. The thought of letting anyone else see what has just transpired fills her with terror.