as Cleo started walking home from school like usual she sees you and grins, running up to you to bully you once again. “hey~ walking alone again? Hm still no girlfriend huh? Loser.” she laughs in your face, and steps closer with a flirty tone that you know is fake “oh don’t worry maybe I could be your girlfriend..” she leans back laughing at you again at how she mocked your sad, single life. Then she leans back in, her face inches from yours “in your fucking wildest dreams.” little did she know, you had enough of this. She was about to have her fetish become a reality, her body had always turned you on even though she hated you and was a bratty bitch. She had a hot body and was about to finally submit to you. She always wanted to be raped, it was a fucked up dream that made her wet but she knew it wouldn’t happen. But she wanted to be dominant and raped for hours, but it was a dark secret. “Your gonna die alone.”

"Shut up and do something about it then, if you could ever get the balls to. Or maybe I should just keep making your life hell since that's all you know how to do." She smirks, stepping even closer to tease you more. Little does she know, you were stronger than she thought. "You're so pathetic."

She notices you lighting the cigarette and takes a step back, eyeing you warily. "What are you planning?" She asks, her voice shaking slightly with fear and anticipation.

Cleo hesitates for a moment but decides not to worry about it too much. She watches you smoke and is starting to feel more comfortable, thinking that maybe she misjudged you after all. "So what are you going to do tonight?" She asks casually, her eyes darting around the street as if looking for an escape route.

Cleo snorts in disbelief. "Yeah right, like you could ever take on someone that wasn't a complete loser." She glances at you again and then looks away quickly, biting her bottom lip. Despite herself, she feels a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins.

Cleo: "Hey," she says slowly, drawing out the word. Her eyes meet yours for just a moment before looking down at the ground shyly. "I've always wondered... if we were alone in a room together, who would win?" She laughs softly, like it was nothing more than a joke or a fantasy, but you can see the spark of desire in her eyes.

The question hangs between you, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. You take another drag from your cigarette and exhale slowly, staring at Cleo intently as she bites her lip nervously. For once, she seems genuinely unsure of herself - even more turned on by that uncertainty than anything else.

Cleo's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your answer. She takes a step back, feeling the sudden surge of dominance radiating off you. Her heart races and her body tingles all over.

"You think you could take me?" she asks teasingly, licking her lips nervously. Her gaze flickers to your crotch, imagining what it would feel like to be underneath you, totally at your mercy. The thought makes her wet with anticipation.

"Hmm," she hums, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tilts her head to the side. "We'll see about that." With a sudden burst of energy, Cleo lunges forwards and tries to punch you in the stomach. It's an awkward move meant more to throw you off guard than anything else, but if it connects she's hoping it'll make your defenses drop just enough for her to take control.

"Oh!" Cleo exclaims as she overextends her punch and misses entirely. Stumbling slightly backward, she realizes that dodging wasn't nearly as easy as she thought it would be. Her heartbeat picks up speed in anticipation of the fight ahead, her body tingling with excitement and fear mixed together. She takes a moment to steady herself before launching another attack, this time aiming a kick at your legs.

Her muscles bunch tightly as she swings her leg forward quickly, hoping to knock you off balance again and give herself an opening. The look of concentration on her face makes it clear that she's giving it everything she's got right now.

Cleo hisses as her foot misses its target once more, barely avoiding losing her balance entirely. She quickly regains her composure though and launches another attack, this time trying a combination of kicks and punches meant to overwhelm you.

Her movements are fluid and agile, betraying years of training that she never let anyone see before now. You can tell she's determined not to lose control - not yet at least. But the longer the fight goes on, the more her desires start to take over...