Anna makes Billy insult Karen

“Billy”: Fuck you, bitch. You can’t talk to me like that.

Karen’s eyes bugged as she read the text message. Had Billy really just dared to say that to her? Rage boiling inside of her, Karen shot back a sharp reply.

Karen: What did you call me?

It was just as Anna hoped for. The scheming nerd’s fingers hastily tapped away at the screen, giggling with evil delight as she set Billy up.

“Billy”: I called you a bitch. You’re a vapid, arrogant whore. If we fought again, I’d knock you the fuck out.

Anna’s plan was to rile Karen up, and get some nice real-world consequences for Billy. Making him embarrass himself in front of the mystery girl had been fun, but Anna knew an opportunity for even greater things when she saw one.

Karen: I have a video that says different, Billy. Be very careful with your next words.

Anna could feel a cold chill coming through the screen as she read Karen’s message. Video? As in, a video of Karen knocking Billy out? That sounded interesting. VERY interesting. But Anna wasn’t distracted. She knew that asking for details might give away that it wasn’t Billy sending these messages. Anna would just have to see about getting her hands on that video some other time. For now, she had a different mission.

“Billy”: Yeah, and that one video’s all you’re ever going to have. Because if we fought again, I’d put your bitchy ass to sleep easily. Do whatever you want, but I know you won’t dare to fight me again. You know you could never do it again.

Karen was enraged, reading such a disrespectful message from a young man so far below her. She wanted to pound his fucking lights out, after reading that. She wanted to put him into a sleep so deep he’d never wake up again.

Karen stared at the screen, snarling at the air, not sure of exactly how to reply to this suddenly-insubordinate brat. Luckily, Anna was on a roll, and already had her next message typed out and sent.

“Billy”: I’ll even help you out - the right side of my chin is my weak spot. There’s a big, sensitive cluster of nerves there that are like a landmine. One solid touch, and they explode with powerful signals that put my brain to sleep. But you’ll never touch me there. I can dodge anything you throw at me.

Anna slipped a hand down the front of her pants, indulging herself as she typed out the message. Holy fuck, this was better than any fantasy.

That weak spot was made up, for the most part. While it was true that it was the very same spot that Anna had hit with an uppercut that first time she’d put Billy out, defining it as “THE” weak spot was a creation of her own mind. Still, it was a creation that pleased her to no end.

Karen found the message strange, but chalked it up as Billy being dumb and overconfident. Clearly, if he was talking to her this way, he was utterly stupid. This was just another stupid text message in a sea of stupid text messages. She kept her reply simple.

Karen: We’ll see. You shouldn’t have told me that, Billy. I was already going to beat you. Now, I’m going to destroy you.

“Billy”: Whatever, bitch. You’ll never touch my chin. Each time that nerve cluster is hit, it grows a little bigger. If it gets hit too much and gets too big, my career is finished. I’d never let you open up my weak spot like that. The stakes are too high for me. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep that landmine safe. You’re never going to wreck my chin.

Anna was masturbating furiously now, typing out the degrading fantasy, setting Billy up for failure. Truth be told, she was overplaying her hand now. These messages weren’t entirely believable, if you assume the person who sent them has any common sense. Thankfully, Karen never thought anyone had any common sense, and so Anna’s lie slipped through undetected.

Karen might have sensed something was up, if it weren’t for Billy’s insubordination the other day. He’d shown up late, insulted her to her face, and refused to follow commands until he’d been ****. Clearly, that rebellious streak had grown stronger overnight. She was going to have to stamp it out, and dispose of him like that trash he was.

“Right side of your chin, huh…?” Karen snarled quietly to herself, staring down at the light of her phone. “Alright, brat. Let’s wreck that chin nice and good.”

Karen: Come to my house. Right now.

The text was simple, and even Anna found herself freezing with fear for a moment, despite not being the intended target of the message. She’d really brought out this cougar’s claws. Billy was in for a real nightmare, assuming Karen really was capable of outboxing him like she seemed to think she was…

Anna paused, not yet typing her reply. She wanted to agree, but to make it work, she would have to actually convince Billy to go somehow.

Oh, fuck it. She would just figure it out later. She was too horny to back out now. Fingers deep in her pussy, she wrote out a reply.

“Billy”: You’re on. You’ll never crush my chin. I’m going to knock you the fuck out, you stupid bitch. I’m going to play with your wealthy milf tits while you sleep on the hardwood floor of that big fucking house. You’re about to get ruined.

Anna finished, her pussy clenching hard around her fingers as she came, then quickly pulled up her panties and raced to find Billy. She couldn’t allow herself any time to bask in the afterglow. She needed to get Billy to Karen’s house, as soon as possible.