It begins with a bang!

Vanessa wakes you up early with hot cumcakes and a tall, thick glass of cockmilk, or at least that's the dream she shakes you awake from saying as kindly as she can, "Wake up, sleppy sloth, or I'll pinch your titties!"

"Promises promises." You roll out of bed and stretch out the sleep fog while you get dressed. A pair of pink polka dot panties and a cute tartan skirt that is unfortunately long enough for school dress code. Sheer white stockings that will make everyone wish your dress was shorter, a padded bra to help until the hormones catch up, a white blouse and mary jane shoes. A light layer of make up and pigtails complete the schoolgirl look and you lick your lips as you fantasize about yourself in the mirror.

"That's almost hotter than the slutty version. I might have to meet you under the bleachers for 'lunch' today." Vanessa kisses the back of your neck and you almost soak yourself, grinning from ear to ear and hoping you get a chance to fill up before the day is out. She is wearing a long skirt with more zippers than a zipper factory, a blouse with intricate lace around the top, giving an alluring hint of her figure instead of hiding it as usual.

"You look great, honey, but I hope I haven't seen the last of your goth grunge look." You squeeze her ass and she shoots you a scary glare with just a little hint of, 'okay just one more squeeze' and soon you are both going back and forth planning your wardrobe for the week. Monday is stunning but slightly subdued, Tuesday is subdued but slightly stunning, Wednesday is more casual just to keep them wanting more, Thursday is even more casual because laundry day is coming soon, and Friday is something so hot it will leave them wanting more all weekend. By the time you have saturday half planned, Vanessa is parking her 'rough but consensual roleplay' van in the school parking lot.

"Follow me, I've got to see a yellow dogging fuckhead about a fight." Vanessa snarls in a scary tone you haven't heard in days and you feel butterflies throwing up in your stomach. She can't be thinking what you're thinking she is thinking. It would be unthinkable! Unfortunately, the unthinkable is just another word for the usual now, as your archangel flies towards the bus riding bully that facefucked you last friday.

"Damn, is that you, Vanessa? You got hot over the break! Who's your little friend? Is that...Elliot?! Fuck I really did make you my girl. Hey, how about a slut sandw-" Reggie doesn't finish his 'generous' offer before Vanessa plants her knee, rolls her hip, and rockets her jaw into the bottom of his chin while torquing her wrist. A look of horrified confusion follows Reggie down to the hard concrete where he lands with a BANG.

Vanessa spits down on the battered bully and taunts, "For a smart kid, you sure are dumb. First off, you bullied my baby. Then you had then nerve to brag to me about it." Reggie rises slowly and unsteadily and tries to bring his fists up, but they just dangle at his sides like they aren't taking requests right now. "And a sandwich isn't named after the bread." She cuts into his gut with a savage right hook and he sinks to his knees like his air was let out. Vanessa turns to you, "You want a hall pass, baby? This little cutie looks like he sucks a mean dick."

You look at the beaten bully and your cock stirs in your panties. It's sorely tempting to give this asshole a taste of his own medicine, but do you really want to sink to his level?