Dana, the school's biggest bully.

A shiny, black Ford stops on a dime barely a couple of feet away from you, and as the window rolls down, you're greeted by the smug smile of the school's biggest bully sitting in the driver's seat. Her usual leather jacket is sitting on the passenger side, and her tank top leaves her stocky shoulders and muscular arms uncovered as she rests one of them on the lowered window, her eyes slowly creeping up and down your body.

"Well, ain't this nice!" she starts, "I usually gotta put in a lot of effort to get people stripped down in front of everyone else, but I guess you decided to save me the trouble, huh?" Her eyes dart down to your shorts and linger there as she drums her fingers on the side of her car. "It's a shame, it's a lot of fun to get my hands dirty. But it looks like you missed a spot..."

You clear your throat, moving the bucket back in front of your briefs. "I'm, uh. I'm fine, thanks. Amy?" You look back over your shoulder, calling the girls around you to start cleaning the car, maybe giving yourself a chance to back away from this particular car. None of them seemed too excited to start working on this particular vehicle; considering who it belonged to, you couldn't really blame them. Still, they slowly started applying the soap and water to the vehicle's side. As you turn to walk away, however, you feel a tug at your waistband, and look back to see your own bare cheeks, two of Dana's fingers hooked into your boxer briefs tugging them away from you.

"C'mon, where're you going?" Dana says, pulling your shorts back slowly, straining the fabric against the outline of your cock in the front, "I'm a paying customer, aren't I? Shouldn't you be pressing yourself against the windshield for me?" As you drop the half-full bucket to get a better handle on your sole remaining garment, engaged in a careful tug-of-war with Dana, you suddenly feel two things in quick succession; first, a sprinkling of cold water against your back, and then the snap of your elastic waistband back into your ass. Pulling your now somewhat loose drawers back into the best cover you can manage, you turn to see Dana, face eerily still as it now seems to be dripping wet. Denise clears her throat, and you look to see her just a few feet away, holding a hose which putters out as Amy shuts it off, grinning at you with a wink.

"Your car seems clean enough to me," Denise says, "and I think you can stand to let it air dry, so how about you just drive on, Dana?" Dana sits still for another moment, slowly moving a wet strand of hair out of her eyes, and you startle for a second as her arm retreats back into her car, worried she's moving to open the door, but she simply rolls up the window and peals out. The look she gives you and Denise as she leaves puts a sinking feeling in your stomach, but it turns to butterflies as Denise comes up and puts a hand on your shoulder. "You alright, Sam?"

"Yeah, uh, I'm fine," you say, trying to chuckle a little.

"How 'bout you take five for a second?"

"I mean, I don't really.... yeah, actually," you say, "that sounds good." You smile at Denise, shivering a little at the way her fingers drag slightly down your back as you walk away, finding a spot between two parked cars farther away to take a moment to yourself. It's not like Dana hasn't bothered you before but, considering how the rest of the day has been going, it's probably not a bad idea to take a few seconds to settle your nerves. Looking down, you realize that's not the only thing you need to get settled down, as your cock has maintained it's half-mast position, and the tight fit Dana was giving you a moment earlier hadn't helped anything.

You take a second to tug at the waist and legs, un-scrunching the damp, clinging fabric the best you can, and before you can try thinking un-sexy thoughts to calm yourself down, you hear footsteps behind you, and the sound of a hand stopping against one of the cars. You jump a little, and turn to see.....