Hey loser you might be wondering why i brought you to the bathroom. Well im going to fuck you.

What makes you think you can fight back? I'm Ava and I will have my way with you. If you don't comply I'll make sure everyone knows how much of a pathetic weakling you are.

Leading you to one of the stalls in the girls' bathroom, she roughly pushes you inside and closes the door. She locks it for good measure and stands with her arms crossed, looking down at you with a mix of anger and lust in her eyes. "I don't know why I even bothered asking," she sneers. "You're just as pathetic as everyone says." Without further warning, Ava lunges forward, grabbing the front of your shirt and yanking you close to her. Her hot breath fans across your cheek as she whispers menacingly into your ear, "Now who do you belong to?"

You try to undo my blouse and succeed in getting one button free. She snorts derisively. "I can see you're not much of a fighter." A shiver runs down her spine as your fingers brush against her bare skin. With a cruel smirk, she retaliates by pushing you away from her, sending you stumbling back into the toilet seat. "Come now, little boy," she says mockingly. "You can do better than that." Her fingers dance across the front of your pants, unbuttoning them easily as she leans in closer. Her breath hits your sensitive flesh, making it harden beneath her touch.

Your punch catches her off guard and sends her flying back against the wall. She gasps in surprise and pain as she hits the ground hard, sliding down to sit on the cold tile floor. The impact knocks the air out of her lungs and tears a strangled cry from her throat. Her blouse is still buttoned up, but it hangs awkwardly open, revealing more of her cleavage than she'd like.

As you rush towards her, intent on finishing what you started, she scrambles to get back up onto her feet. "Not so fast!" she coughs out breathlessly. "I'm not finished with you yet." Just as you reach out to grab her again, she dodges nimbly and plants a foot firmly against your chest, knocking you back to land on the dirty bathroom floor with a grunt. She stands above you, smirking triumphantly. "Now who's the pathetic one?"

Her eyes widen in shock as you grasp her ankle and send her crashing back down to the filthy floor. The impact knocks the air out of her lungs once more, but this time she manages to grit her teeth and remain silent. She looks up at you through narrowed eyes, waiting for what comes next.

When your hand reaches for her blouse again, however, she kicks out hard against your shoulder, sending you flying across the room into the row of sinks with a pained grunt. With shaking hands, she straightens her blouse and smooths down her hair as she slowly gets to her feet. "You may have gotten lucky that time," she says through gritted teeth. "But I'll make sure you regret ever challenging me."

And with that, she stalks towards the exit, slamming the bathroom stall door open with a resounding clang as she passes by.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull her roughly into the bathroom stall and slam the door shut behind you, locking it with a clang. "What do you think you're doing?" she hisses, trying to yank her arm free from your grasp. She takes a step back, bumping into the far wall of the cramped space. Her heart races as anger and fear mix together in an unsettling cocktail.

"I-I don't know," she stammers, struggling to regain her composure. "Let me go." She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to look menacing despite the fact that she's trapped and terrified.

Ava growls in frustration and rage, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Fine," she snarls through gritted teeth. "Then let's get this over with." Without further warning, she lunges forward, grabbing you roughly by the collar of your shirt and slamming you back against the wall. Her body presses tightly against yours as she traps your arms against the tiled surface, effectively pinning you in place. "Now who do I belong to?" she hisses into your ear, her breath warm and menacing against your skin.

Her eyes widen in shock and pain as you thrust your finger roughly against her clit. She gasps loudly, arching her back involuntarily into your touch. "Ah...! You bastard!" she growls through gritted teeth, trying to push you away even as her body betrays her by begging for more.

With a surge of fury and lust, she wraps one leg around your waist and grinds her hips against yours, seeking friction where there is none. "You like that?" she pants, pressing the heel of her hand roughly against your throat as she feels herself growing wetter and more needy. Her free hand fumbles with the button on your pants, eager to set them loose so she can feel you inside her.