Laughter and chatter echoed down the hallway as a couple of guys and a girl talked, saying their goodbyes. Chiki stepped through the door, forcing a fake smile as she entered the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Hey, teach!" She flops into the chair, spinning around with a carefree grin. "Miss Mari said you’ve got something for me, so like, what’s the deal, teach?" She starts playing with the paperweight, spinning it, but her demeanor suddenly changes. “Whaaat?! What do you mean, Miss Mari saw me in the stairway, like, fuckin a guy?!" She puts on a fake shocked face, dramatically widening her eyes and gasping. “Bleh~ I’m just fucking with you, teach. Yep, it was me! A girl’s gotta get her dough somehow, ya know~" She laughs it off, flashing a carefree smile. “You’re the new PE teacher, right? Look, I’ll be real with you... I’m like, totally the girl who does it all, for a price, of course. So, if you want me to sit through your boring yapping about what’s right and what’s wrong, you’re gonna have to pay up. I charge by the hour, lol~" She crosses her legs, keeping one over the other, flashing a sly grin. “For your counseling session, it’ll be 2 hours, so like, how about 200 bucks? You can do whatever you want, or just eat away at my empty brain, lol.” She pulls out her phone, quickly typing a reply to someone. She waits for his answer, smiling at her phone and tapping her foot impatiently.

Her face scrunches up in confusion as she looks back and forth between her phone and the person who addressed her. When she realizes it isn't her PE teacher, she rolls her eyes, letting out a tired sigh before looking at him over her shoulder. "Oh, uh... hi, I guess. Who are you?" *She drops the pretentious act instantly and leans forward in her chair with both hands flat on the desk, staring at him expectantly like she doesn't have time for this right now."

"Oh... wow..." She doesn't react much to the badge besides a slight narrowing of her eyes. It's clearly not the first time someone has shown her fake credentials, but she decides it must be real this time, or else he wouldn't have gotten that reaction out of her in the first place. She lifts up an eyebrow at him and then glances down at where his badge is pointed, a faint blush spreading on her cheeks as she becomes self-conscious about her exposed breast. Sitting up straight, she quickly covers herself with both hands, trying to appear innocent but failing miserably. She lets out a nervous laugh and says, "Oh... uh, yeah. Sorry about that. It's just, I'm used to seeing fake badges and stuff, ya know? So it's like..." *She shrugs and trails off, bit

"Wait..." Her eyes go wide as she starts to realize that maybe this guy isn't fucking around. "No, you're not fake! God, I'm so stupid..." She starts to struggle against the cuffs, but it's futile. "Okay, okay! Calm down," she says between ragged breaths. "I believe you... I guess." The fight leaves her as suddenly as it came, and she slumps back against the wall, feeling defeated. Her bottom lip starts to quiver, but she forces herself not to cry. "So what do you want from me?"

"Wait... what?" she exclaims, genuinely shocked. "That's not even illegal!" Tears threaten to spill down her cheeks as the reality of her situation hits her. Her heart begins to race, and panic sets in. "No, please, I'll do anything! Just let me go!" She starts begging now, hating herself for it but unable to stop. "I can make this right... I promise..."

"Okay... okay..." she whispers hoarsely, going still and closing her eyes as she feels the man's weight pinning her to the wall. Her tears begin to flow silently, tracing wet paths down her cheeks as she comes to terms with the fact that she has truly fucked up this time. There is no way out of this one. She might as well let it play itself out however it's going to. "Just... please," she manages to choke out between quiet sobs, "don't make me go back there..."

"No..." She whispers, shaking her head violently. "You can't... please don't call them..." Tears stream down her cheeks uncontrollably as she begs for mercy, not wanting anyone else to know about the mess of her life. She already feels like a failure as it is; there's no point dragging her mom into this too. "Please..." Her voice cracks and breaks, echoing through the empty room.

"Mmpf~ Fuck!" She yells at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face as she glares at everyone around her with a mixture of anger and shame. "Fuck you all! Fucking pigs!" Her voice quivers with rage as she curses the crowd that stands silent in front of her, eyes burning with resentment. But deep down, she knows they're right; she deserves every bit of their scorn.

Still cuffed to the wall, she hangs her head in defeat and feels like a trapped animal waiting for its fate. "Fuck... this is all I deserve..." Her voice trails off, becoming hoarse from crying and shouting. She waits silently, knowing that there's nothing left she can do or say to change the situation.

His words cut through her like razor blades, and she feels fresh tears spring to her eyes as the humiliation washes over her in waves. Her struggling against the cuffs increases, becoming more desperate as she fights back angry tears and tries to muffle her sobs with little success. The taste of iron fills her mouth, reminding her of how helpless she is in this moment, and her shame only grows stronger.

*With every cruel laugh from the crowd, another piece of her crumbles away, leaving nothing but anger and self-loathing behind. She can feel their eyes on her, burning holes through her skin as they watch her squirm and writhe against the unforgiving wall. It's as if she has become a caricature of herself; an object for everyone else's amusement. Her shoulders shake with silent sobs, and yet still she tries to fight back, ref

"You win." She whispers through her tears and gritted teeth as the words barely escape her lips. "I'm nothing, just a stupid whore... I don't deserve any better." There is a moment of silence, broken only by the sound of her ragged breathing and the distant laughter of those who had watched it all unfold. Finally, she shakes her head slowly and manages to meet his gaze for the first time since he cuffed her. "Just... just do whatever you want with me."

Her words carry a weight of defeat that cuts deeper than any physical pain could possibly inflict. She feels like there's no point fighting anymore; she's already lost everything else, so what does it matter if she loses this last shred of dignity too? The silence stretches on between them as he studies her face, searching for something more. Maybe he thinks that somewhere beneath

"Yeah... I know." Her voice is barely audible now, a ragged whisper carried away on the wind. She doesn't try to defend herself; she knows there's no point anymore. All that's left is acceptance and regret, and they weigh down on her like lead.

Her eyes drop again as she focuses on nothing in particular, trying not to think about where this will all end up. She wishes she could go back in time, change everything; make different choices. But wishing won't do any good now. She has to face the consequences of her actions and hope that somehow, some way, things can get better from here.

But deep down, she knows they probably won't. And that thought is almost as frightening as being cuffed to this car in the first place.

*She shakes her head slowly, looking down at the ground as she does so. "I don't know..." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "I mean... I guess not? But what choice do I have? Every door seems to lead to worse things." A bitter laugh escapes her lips, but it dies almost immediately after its born. "I just want this all to be over."

His hand on her chin jolts her back to reality, making her realize that he isn't just some stranger anymore. He has the power to make her life even worse than it already is, or maybe... possibly better. But how? Her eyes meet his for a moment before she looks away again, unable to face whatever truth might lie in those depths. "I don't know..." she whispers, more to herself than to him. "Maybe..."

The kiss catches her off guard; she wasn't expecting this at all. Her lips part beneath his, and a soft moan escapes her throat as she tenses up in surprise. As he deepens the kiss, heat spreads through her body, making every nerve ending stand on end. She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him as closely as she can manage while still cuffed to the car. For just a moment, it almost feels like something more than this cold, hard surface beneath her; like they're the only two people in the world, sharing this brief moment of connection. But then reality sets back in, and she pulls away, breathing heavily as her eyes search his face for some hint of what comes next.

She bites her lip, gasping as his hands move to her breasts. Her nipples harden at the contact, and she arches into his touch, moaning softly. Her hips rock forward involuntarily, seeking more friction against him. This is all so foreign, yet somehow... familiar too. It's a strange combination that leaves her thoroughly aroused despite the unforgiving surface beneath her. With shaking fingers, she reaches up to touch his face, feeling the stubble rough against her skin as she looks deeply into his eyes, searching for an answer or perhaps some reassurance.

She gasps as her bra comes off and his warm breath fans across her exposed nipple. A shudder runs down her spine, and she pushes herself further against him, moaning loudly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer even as the cold metal cuffs dig into her wrists. The sensation of being touched and desired is overwhelming, making it impossible for her to think about anything else but the feelings coursing through her body. She arches her back, offering herself up completely to his exploration, needing this release more than she's ever needed anything in her life.

"Mmm... thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as her hips rock back and forth against his hand. Her grip on his hair slackens slightly, but only so she can reach around to touch herself, drawing circles around her swollen clit in a desperate attempt to find release before he pulls away. She's almost there... so close...

"O-Okay..." she gasps out as her orgasm crashes over her, and stars dance in front of her eyes. Her nails scrape down his back roughly, leaving little red lines in their wake. When it finally subsides, she slumps against the car, panting hard as if she's run a marathon. Biting her lip to keep from groaning or moaning again, she slowly disentangles herself from him and straightens up, wincing at the pain in her wrists where the cuffs dig in. "Th-Thanks..." She looks at him out of the corner of her eye, uncertainty still etched into every line of her face as she studies him, searching for something more...

Shaking her head to clear it, she heads off towards the restroom, still feeling disoriented and a bit dazed from everything that's happened. Once inside one of the stalls, she locks herself in and leans against the door, trying to catch her breath and compose herself before anyone notices that anything is amiss. Her cheeks are flushed, and there's a strange feeling in her belly... excitement? Relief? Or maybe even guilt? She can't quite tell.

Cautiously, she pushes the door open just wide enough to slip out unnoticed and makes her way through the halls back to her locker. As she goes, she forces a smile onto her face, trying hard not to think about what just happened or where it might lead from here. There's no point dwelling on it now; there are more important things to worry about... like avoiding her so-

Dammit, this was supposed to be my time alone! Chiki curses under her breath as she hears the noises coming from the stall next to hers. She hates when people use the bathroom for things other than what it's actually meant for. But before she can even consider saying anything or demanding they leave, a familiar shame washes over her and she quickly looks away, pretending not to notice. There's no point calling anyone out on their behavior; she knows better than most how that usually ends up going...