Teaching the Tease

She woke up and was momentarily disoriented. The bright, pounding spotlight over her was all she could make out for a while. She gradually came to, however, and began to notice where she was. Well, she didn’t know where she was geographically, but she could see what was around her - a dark, empty room, circular, with only a chair in the middle that she was sitting on. The spotlight shone in her eyes. When she finally gained some strength, she decided to get up and have a look around. That’s when she realized her wrists and ankles were strapped to the chair - and she was naked.

Young Megan began to panic. She’d heard stories about girls who had horrible stuff done to them. Was something going to happen to her? She thought about all the terrible things she’d heard for what seemed like hours. There was no clock in the room, so she could’ve been strapped there for days for all she knew before she heard a door open and close behind her.

“Is my fuckslut awake yet?” said a familiar male voice. Megan recognized it but couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

“What…do you want from me?” she said.

“I want to teach you a lesson,” said the voice. Then the man came around into the light. Megan squinted and could make out the face. It was her college friend David.

Megan was a tease back in college. Not just a girl who dressed skimpy, but a total hardcore blue baller. She could make a dominatrix jealous of her abilities. Watching a guy squirm gave her a sense of power.

Her target recently had been David. A relatively unpopular but attractive guy in her physics class, David had taken many looks at Megan. Of course, who hadn’t, the way Megan dressed. She would wear skirts, short shorts, skimpy blouses, and rarely any underwear. When she was in physics with her friends, they chuckled when Megan told them how she would blue ball David. So at the end of class, she went down the aisle to David’s seat and bent over, putting her hands on her knees so he could get a full view of her ample breasts. “Hey David,” she said, “do you want to take me out Friday night?” David mumbled out a “yes.” Megan walked away laughing at the poor boy’s misfortune.

Friday evening came and David drove by Megan’s dorm. Megan came out wearing a white mini skirt and gray midriff. She got in the car and sat down next to David, crossing her legs so her skirt would ride up even more. “Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“To a club downtown,” David responded, and began to drive. All the way down there, Megan made erotic noises, fake moans, for David to hear. When a car cut them off and they almost crashed, Megan grabbed David’s thigh way up near his crotch. After they were safe, she said, “Thanks for driving so well,” and moved her hand around his thigh for a while.

They finally got to the club. Megan got out and walked a few steps in front of David, when her lipstick fell out of her purse. So she bent over, not bending her knees, to pick it up, giving David full notice that she wasn’t wearing panties. David stood stiff momentarily as Megan recovered. Then Megan approached him and came right up close, making contact with his body, and giggled. “What’s wrong, baby?” she said, and then pulled him by the hand toward the club.

They got in and decided they would order dinner first. Megan sat down across from her date and ran her stripper heel-clad feet up and down his legs while looking at the menu. David was beginning to sweat and could barely take the pressure. Nor could his pants.

The waitress came, and Megan, knowing how much guys love watching two girls have a good time, got up and pretended to be a little tipsy, laying a passionate kiss on the blond and hooking a leg around the girl’s waist. When Megan sat down, the waitress took their order and walked away.

Megan said she needed to go to the bathroom, which was to David’s back. She got up, and on the way there ran a hand over David’s chest, stimulating his nipple as well.

When she got back, she pulled him up and said, “Let’s dance.” David obliged. Needless to say, Megan’s dancing was very erotic. She pressed up against David’s body, even grabbing his cock through his pants a few times. After some dancing, Megan whispered in David’s ear, “Let’s go find somewhere quiet.” So David left money on the table and the couple left.

They drove back to a location relatively near campus. It wasn’t entirely isolated, but Megan said she liked being watched. So they climbed into the backseat and started to make out. Megan stroked David’s chest and his crotch, making him hornier than he had ever been. David went to slide his hand up Megan’s shirt and met with no resistance - and no bra. But then he went to her legs, sliding his hand under the skirt, and she stopped him. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You weren’t expecting to get laid, were you?” said Megan. “Just because you buy me dinner doesn’t mean you’re getting any, you pervert.”

“Wait, are you serious?” David said. “You’ve been teasing me and showing off all night! What the hell?!”

Megan explained, “Oh, that. I was just having fun teasing you. I do it to lots of guys. I’m surprised you didn’t know about it. Anyway, see you later.” She got out of the car.

“You bitch!” David shouted. “Someday you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard it before,” said Megan as she walked back to her dorm, flashing a couple of drunk frat boys on the way.

David related the story to Megan, who had lost the details while being but remembered them as he told the story.

“And now, you ARE getting what’s coming to you,” he said.

“Let me go, you bastard! is a felony in this state,” Megan shouted, trying to fake that classic confidence of hers that had all evaporated.

David answered, “Oh, I’m a professional at this. The law won’t be catching me. Besides, how do you know what state you’re in?” And it was true. Megan had no idea where she was.

“What will you do to me?” she asked timidly.