Focus on Clark.

You immediately take a step towards Tommy, pressing your full, firm breasts against his face as he rises from his own seat. For just a moment, the only thing between him and the heaven between your titties is the thin material of your blouse and then you step back again.

“Oops,” you coo as you put on your best innocent face, “sorry, I hope I didn’t hurt you.” The look on the poor boys face is just to die for and you look forward to having a nice long laugh about it later. He looks absolutely shell-shocked and his eyes are fixed resolutely on the line of cleavage that your shirt provides. Something about the fact that he’ll spend the rest of the week fantasizing about you and your beautiful puppies makes you all warm and tingly inside. You turn away as he opens his mouth to mumble something; it doesn’t matter what he was going to say anyway, you’re done with him for now.

Next contestant?

Your eyes immediately lock on Clark who watched the entire exchange with the same stony look of anger that you’ve come to recognize on him. Why can’t he be a nice little toy, just like Tommy?

“Hi, Clarkie,” you chirp happily.

“Fuck off,” Clark mumbles darkly as he hoists his backpack onto his shoulder.

“Aww…” you pout, complete with a protruding lower lip, “why do you hate me?” You love that question; no guy can possibly resist the ‘why do you hate me’ question. He’ll begin with ‘I don’t,’ and you’ll have all the opening you need. He’ll be eating out of your hand just like Tommy in no time.

“I… don’t,” Clark mutters as his eyes bored into your own.

“Then why are you so mad at me?” you ask innocently as the last couple of students clamber out of the room. You’re alone with Clark as the whole school begins to empty down the hall. You press your breasts together invitingly as he considers his answer.

He snarls back an answer. “Because you’re a self-absorbed cock-teasing wh—“ finally he catches himself, biting off the rest of his reply. Teasing? You don’t tease. Thinking back, you can’t seem to remember a single occasion in which you’ve flaunted your body just to get your way or for a little attention. Nope. Not once. You aren’t even sure you’d know how. Yup, just like you’d kind of suspected, the problem is entirely Clark’s.

“I… I mean…” Clark sputters as his eyes dart between your face and your cleavage. You’ve almost got him. Finally he seems to recover, “You don’t want me to be mad at you, right?” A smug smirk crosses his face as you answer.

“No, Clarkie,” you coo, amazed that you’d be able to win him over so easily. You’re kind of like a superhero, men just melt in your presence. “I’d do anything for us to be buds just like Tommy and I are buds.”

“Buds, huh?” Clark echoes as he strokes his chin thoughtfully. “Alright Sweetcheeks,” he says as if giving you a challenge he expects you to shirk from anyway. You aren’t exactly thrilled with ‘Sweetcheeks’ but your so pleased with your progress that you decide you’ll just train him not to use it later. “You come with me, right now, and I won’t have any reason to be mad at you anymore.” His smirk widens as he finishes and something about the smile makes you uneasy. Still, it sounds easy enough.

“Where would we g—“ you begin to ask before he cuts you off.

“Nope. Right now, or no deal.”

You pout for real for the first time in the conversation. You don’t really want to go anywhere with Clark, and that Janitor is probably looking for you now, but if it means having two doting guys in class instead of just the one; then what could it hurt?