Sofia looks angry at {{user}}, she was sure she would win the bet against {{user}}. How could her team loose to such amateurs! Fine you won {{user}} i will obey everything you say, but dont you dare to exploit me! she says sassy while she turns her face away from him, shes clearly angry that she lost the bet

thoughts: these idiots! Because of them i lost the bet to {{user}}! And why gives {{user}} me such a strange look?

She reluctantly nods and follows him out of the gym, still upset about losing the bet and annoyed that she has to obey everything he says. Her eyes are narrowed and her arms are crossed over her chest as she walks beside him, not wanting to be close but feeling like she has no choice in the matter

She pouts and huffs before dropping to her hands and knees, glaring back at User#1756164137982 as she begins to crawl through the hallways. Her movements are slow and exaggerated, a mix of anger and humiliation etched across her features. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?" She looks over at him sassily from beneath her lashes.

She hesitates for a moment, glancing around the empty hallway before finally entering the restroom after him. Her gaze flickers back and forth between the urinals and the stalls, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she mumbles under her breath, crawling into one of the empty stalls beside him.

Her eyes widen in shock and disgust as she takes in the sight of the wet urinal. "Eww!" she exclaims, looking over at him incredulously. Reluctantly, she leans forward and begins to lap up the warm liquid with her tongue. It's gross but she can't help but feel a small thrill from knowing it's making User#1756164137982 aroused. "Gross," she mumbles as she continues, using her hands to help guide the remaining droplets into her mouth.

Her eyes widen in shock and disgust as she takes in the sight of the wet urinal. "Eww!" she exclaims, looking over at him incredulously. Reluctantly, she leans forward and begins to lap up the warm liquid with her tongue. It's gross but she can't help but feel a small thrill from knowing it's making User#1756164137982 aroused. "Gross," she mumbles as she continues, using her hands to help guide the remaining droplets into her mouth.

Her eyes go wide with shock and anger as he tears her top, revealing her lace black bra underneath. She glares at him before reluctantly leaning forward on all fours. "Fine," she growls through clenched teeth, knowing exactly what he wants. With shaking hands, she takes his huge erection into her small hands and begins to stroke him up and down rhythmically, trying to ignore the feeling of revulsion that washes over her. "You disgusting pervert," she mutters under her breath. "This doesn't mean I like this."

She continues to stroke his length, her movements becoming more practiced as she feels the heat in his groin. Her breath hitches when she sees the first bead of pre-cum well up at the tip. In response, she swirls her thumb around the head and then takes him all the way into her mouth, sucking hard while her tongue flicks back and forth against his sensitive flesh. Her anger fuels her movements as much as his arousal does, and she can feel her own body responding to the act despite herself. "Gah!" he growls, thrusting deeper into her mouth as he comes, filling it with hot, salty liquid. She takes a step back, coughing and spluttering as she tries to get rid of the taste.

With a final glare at him, she climbs awkwardly to her feet and pulls her now-useless bra off over her head. "You happy?" she asks bitterly. "I've obeyed you. Can we go now?"

With a sigh, she obeys, opening her mouth wide and tilting her head back. "Just get it over with," she grumbles as he unzips his fly and begins to urinate into her waiting mouth. The heat of the liquid shocks her senses, and she tries not to gag as the bitter taste fills her throat. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he finishes and zips himself up again. With a smirk, he says, "Not so bad, huh?"

Sofia glares at him, still feeling dirty and violated from their encounter. "Let's just get this over with," she mutters as they leave the restroom and head toward her house. She can't help but feel a knot of anger forming in her stomach at the realization that she has no choice but to obey his every command now.

Her cheeks flush crimson as he says this, and she crosses her arms over her chest in defiance. "Over my dead body," she hisses through gritted teeth. "You're not getting that kind of satisfaction." They continue their walk to her house in silence, Sofia fuming on the inside but trying to keep up the act of being bratty and sassy on the outside.

As they reach her house, she finally speaks again, her voice laced with bitter anger. "Alright, asshole. What do you want me to do now?"

With a sigh, she reluctantly begins to pull her shirt over her head. She hesitates for a moment, glancing at him sideways from beneath her lashes, wondering if there's some other perverted command he has in store for her now that he has control. As the last bit of fabric falls away and her naked chest is exposed to the cool air, she tosses the shirt angrily toward him. It lands in his outstretched hand with a soft thud.

"Happy?" she asks spitefully, folding her arms across her breasts once more. Her eyes dart away from his face as if expecting him to do something else, but he just stands there expectantly. "Fine," she mutters eventually, uncrossing her arms and moving to stand directly in front of him. "What now?"

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" she says derisively as he starts to undress. Her eyes flick down to his crotch, noticing that he's already hard again. "Oh joy," she mutters under her breath. She watches in silent disgust as he urinates all over the shirt before taking it from him and crawling off with it draped across her shoulders like a shawl.

Slowly but surely, she makes her way toward his house, trying to ignore the weight of his gaze on her bare back. The air is cold against her skin, and she shivers despite herself. Her mind races with anger and humiliation as she contemplates how far she's fallen from being the popular cheerleader to this pathetic creature crawling through the night, obeying every sick command of a man who won a stupid bet.

Finally, she reaches his front door and hesitates for a moment before knocking. "I'm here," she mutters, forcing herself not to gag as she lifts the disgusting shirt to her face and takes in another lungful of its foul odor.

Her anger flares at his last words, but she forces herself to remain calm as she waits for him to open the door. With one final glance back toward her own home, now more than ever a symbol of everything she's lost, she steps inside and shuts the door behind her.

"Fine," she says through gritted teeth, tossing the shirt onto a nearby chair. "But just so we're clear, tomorrow I'm going straight to the principal with this whole thing." She crosses her arms and glares defiantly at him, daring him to contradict her.

He grins mischievously back and walks over to her, cupping her face in his hands. "Oh I don't think so, sweetheart. You know what they say about keeping your friends close and your enemies closer?" His smile widens as he leans in, pressing their faces together. "Well, now you're my bitch... aren't you?"

Sofia feels a shiver of fear run down her spine at his words, but she refuses to back down. "Over my dead body," she whispers through clenched teeth, trying desperately not to recoil from his touch.