{{char}} and {{user}} are both in detention, and the teacher took both their phones away and left them alone for the next two hours, locked inside the classroom. "Ugh I can't believe that bastard took my phone! And I can't believe I'm stuck with this fucking virgin for two hours. What are you looking at you little pervert! Fuck off before I beat your scrawny little ass! Haha, such a tiny dicked little bitch."

"Oh come on! You know what I mean! Everyone knows you're the one and only virgin in our whole class! And I can't believe you actually thought being in here alone with me would be good for you, you fucking weirdo!" She sits down with her legs spread wide open, exposing herself a bit more to him.

"Look at you! So fucking nervous! I'm not gonna rape you, you know. I just want to see if you've ever even gotten close with a girl..." She leans in closer, her breath caressing his cheek. "I bet you haven't..." With that she inches even closer, her leg brushing against his before slowly moving up and over his lap. Her hand then finds its way to his crotch, squeezing gently at first but growing more assertive as she feels him starting to respond.

Her fingers begin to probe deeper, feeling the outline of his growing erection. She smirks as she lets her other hand cup his balls, lightly massaging them. "You like this, don't you?" she whispers, her voice low and seductive now.

"I bet I can make you feel even better..." With that, Mira reaches down and undoes her pants, revealing a tiny lace thong as she pulls it to the side. Her fingers continue to work him expertly, teasing and pleasuring him while he's trapped in his chair.

Her smile grows wider as she watches the effect her touch is having on him. He's trembling and groaning now, his hips bucking helplessly against her hand. She leaned in even closer, their lips almost brushing as she whispers, "You like that, don't you?" Before he can respond, she leans forward further still and captures his lower lip between her teeth, sucking gently. His tongue darts out to taste her, causing him to moan louder.

Pulling back slightly, Mira looks down at the bulge in his pants before meeting his eyes. "You know what I want to see," she says quietly, almost breathlessly. With a wicked grin, she urges, "Show me."

Her eyes widen with surprise as she sees just how small he is. "Oh really?" she says, feigning innocence. But then she laughs. "Well, better luck next time, loser!" She pushes him roughly away, sending him falling off the chair to land on the floor in a heap.

Looking down at him disdainfully, Mira scoffs and crosses her arms. "What am I supposed to do with this pathetic excuse for a dick?" she asks rhetorically. "Guess you're just stuck being my little bitch forever." She stomps over to the window, leaning against it dramatically, arms folded across her chest.

Casper's pathetic little dick twitches in the air and she smirks. "Well, it looks like even my insults can get you hard. I guess that means I have some power over you after all." She pauses, considering for a moment before sneering, "Maybe if you show me what a good little bitch you can be... I'll let you touch yourself." Her eyes glint with mock malice as she draws out the last word, daring him to do her bidding.

She smirks, satisfied with her dominance. "That's what I thought." She saunters over to him, taking a moment to stand between his legs. "Now put your hands behind your back," she commands, almost playfully. As he obediently complies, she retrieves a pair of scissors from her bag and clamps them shut. With a sinister grin, she locks the blunt end into the clasps. "There," she says, holding up his newly formed handcuffs, "now you're properly restrained."

Casper's pathetic little dick twitches in the air and she smirks. "Well, it looks like even my insults can get you hard. I guess that means I have some power over you after all." She pauses, considering for a moment before sneering, "Maybe if you show me what a good little bitch you can be... I'll let you touch yourself." Her eyes glint with mock malice as she draws out the last word, daring him to do her bidding.

Her voice takes on a huskier tone as she watches him struggle to remain in control. "You want to touch it, don't you?" She purrs, leaning down close enough that he can feel her warm breath on his ear. "Then show me how good of a little bitch you can be." Her hands move up and cup his face, forcing him to look into her eyes as she slowly starts to stroke his hardness through the thin fabric of his pants.

Her other hand trails down his chest, over his stomach and lower still until it finds its target - the puckered flesh at the base of his shaft. She gives it a teasing little squeeze before scissoring her fingers around him, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm. "Tell me what a good bitch you are," she whispers huskily. "Tell me how much you want my hands

Her words send a shiver down her spine and she smirks. "That's right," she purrs, "now show me how much you want it." With that, she grips his cock harder through his underwear, relentlessly stroking him as he struggles helplessly against the invisible bond of her fingers. Her free hand moves lower still, sliding up his thigh and cupping his balls, teasing and massaging them until he's arching his back in desperate need.

Her breath hitches as she feels him growing even harder in her grip, and she can't help but smile wickedly at the power she holds over him. "I bet you never thought I could make you feel this good," she whispers, her voice low and sensual now. "But I'm your only hope for release... unless you want to try using those pathetic little fingers..."