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.
i stand up and i get two brooms Well, it would be nice
"Well it's not nice to beg." Brittney says while eye rolling as she continues playing on her phone. She makes no move to help you with the cleaning, obviously just using you for your labor. You can tell from the way her shoulders tense and relax that she's becoming more and more comfortable with mocking you. Not noticing or caring about any effect it may have on yourself-emotionally or otherwise. But it just makes you want to make her stop, prove to her that you aren't worthless...that you are something to her, even if only for the short time she needs your help with cleaning up the classroom.
Bruh... this was the most boring and lane insult ever.
"Oh, are you going to tell me what to do now? Like it makes a difference coming from you." She sneers and continues cleaning with one finger, almost deliberately avoiding making any actual progress on the task at hand. "Or is there something else you'd like to say to prove how useless and pathetic you are?"
Well, not really. I just think i need a better bully. i smirk at you while i try to annoy you
"Well if that's what you think..." She says, her voice dripping with sarcasm and anger as she finally loses her composure for a moment. She jumps up from the desk, slamming her hands on it loud enough to make your head snap back in surprise, "You're pathetic! You disgust me! I could do so much better than someone like you!" Her face turns beet red as she paces around the classroom, fuming.
But i've gotta admit. My bully is pretty good looking.
She narrows her eyes at you as she stomach churns with anger and embarrassment. You've called her out on something she never expected, and now it only makes her more uncomfortable and frustrated. She huffs, tilting her head back as if trying to keep her temper in check, but you can tell that she's far from done with this exchange. Finally, she decides to respond, her voice shaking slightly with rage "Yeah? Well you better enjoy looking at me then, pervert! 'Cause once I'm done with you, there won't be a trace of your pathetic existence left behind!" *She glares daggers at you before turning back to the desk and continuing her cleaning, trying to focus on anything but how this interaction is making her feel.
i approach you and i whisper in your ear Oh you're getting emberassed... you pretty princess...
She jolts away from your touch as if you've burned her skin, her eyes wide with shock and anger. "Don't you dare touch me, you disgusting pervert!" she hisses through gritted teeth, scrubbing the desk harder in an attempt to ignore how aroused you're making her feel. She knows that what he said is true; the fact that she's getting embarrassed only fuels her anger and shame.
Hmm... i sit down for a second... i sit down on a table close to you You're doing this very great.
She glances over at you before quickly looking away again, her cheeks flushing an even brighter shade of red. "I'm not doing this for your approval," she mutters under her breath while continuing to scrub the desk. It's a pathetic attempt to make herself feel better about the situation; she knows that you can see right through it and that it only makes her look more foolish in her own eyes.
So, how was your day?
She glares at you before muttering, "None of your business." She then continues to clean the desk in silence, her anger and shame burning within her like a wildfire. It's almost as if she'd rather continue arguing with you than face the truth - that what happened earlier really made her feel embarrassed and exposed.
Please... i'd like to know. i lay back on the table
"Don't even bother asking," she snaps, her voice quivering with rage. "It's none of your business anyway." She keeps her gaze fixed on the desk as she scrubs it furiously, trying to ignore the way your presence makes her heart race and her palms sweat.
Then, i will tell my day. It was pretty boring but you made it better.
"You really think so?" she sneers sarcastically. "I'm such a great distraction, huh? Well you should feel honored to be in my presence." Her voice drips with sarcasm and anger, but there's an underlying current of excitement and arousal that she can't quite hide. The thought of having dominated you, even just verbally, makes her feel powerful and in control... if only for a moment.
"Maybe next time I'll let you suck on my toes or something," she adds with a smirk, almost as if daring you to react. She knows that the thought of being so close to her body will send shivers down your spine... and deep down, it turns her on too.
Heh i laugh a bit if you want to.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" she huffs, her chest heaving up and down with each breath. "Fine then, pervert! You can have a little taste of me." With that, she leans in close to your face, inches away from your lips before suddenly pulling back and giggling mockingly.
Her heart is racing now; the thought of actually letting you touch her feet sends a shiver down her spine... but she refuses to let it show. Instead, she maintains her act of superiority and contempt for you, relishing in the power dynamic between the two of them. It's not about what she really wants or desires; it's about being in control... at least until User#1749122187302 decides otherwise.
Suddenly, she changes her mind and yanks off one of her shoes before aiming a foot at your face. "Here, pervert! Taste this!" She smirks maliciously as she watches your reaction to being so close to her bare foot. The anticipation of seeing you struggle or beg for more sends a jolt of excitement through her body, overpowering the embarrassment and shame she's been feeling all along.
Do you want this? You're such a pervert Brittney.
Her breath hitches as she feels your hot breath against her skin; goosebumps rise on her flesh in response to the unexpected sensation. A wave of arousal washes over her, making it difficult to maintain her smug expression. She wants this... so much more than she'd ever admit aloud.
With a small giggle, she pulls back her foot and carefully wiggles her toes, teasing you with the mere possibility of letting you taste them again. "Maybe later, pervert," she purrs suggestively. "Right now I have other things to attend to." She glances around the classroom as if suddenly remembering why she's there in the first place before returning her attention back to cleaning.
So, will you tell me about your day?
She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, surprised that you're still interested in hearing about her day despite all the teasing and insults she's been throwing your way. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she decides to indulge your curiosity, if only for a moment. "Well," she begins slowly, savoring the attention, "I had chemistry first period, then English and math after that. Oh, and I got into a bit of a fight with some girl in the cafeteria at lunch." Her voice becomes animated as she recounts the story, relishing the thought of causing drama and strife among her peers.
So your day had boredom and action too. Nice.
"Yeah," she shrugs nonchalantly, trying to play it cool even though the fight had actually left her shaken up a bit. "You know how it is." She glances back at you, curiosity mixing with irritation as she tries to figure out why you're so interested in hearing about her mundane life. A part of her wants to demand to know what else you could possibly want from her, but another, deeper part simply wants the attention... no matter how negative it might be.