Joyce

After school hours were exhilarating for you. You weren't officially part of any clubs or teams, but each of your girlfriends wanted to see you, meaning you had to make the rounds around the school. No one had the time to drop anything and have sex with you, but that could change at any moment. You stop at the cafeteria to grab a small snack for yourself. The college girl would work the lunch hours always saved something for you to eat in case you needed strength for your girlfriends.

While you eat, someone sits next to you at your table. Joyce has a large backpack on her and wears a very serious expression. "Sam, we need to have a talk."

You stare at her in confusion. "How did you know I was here?"

"I'm a secret agent. It's not that hard to hack the cameras," Joyce explained. "Anyway, we need to have a discussion about Karishma."

Your mood sours at the mention of her name. Not that you hate Karishma, but she's just been such a pain in the ass lately. "What about her?"

"Her constant attempts to bully and harass the others in affecting morale," Joyce said. "How am I supposed to do my work and have a proper relationship with her around? It's odd enough having so many people know about my identity!"

Joyce's secret identity as a secret agent was originally only known to you. However, once she joined the other girls in wanting to date you, she felt safe enough to let them in on the secret. As much as they loved to gossip, the other girls would never truly hurt someone else you cared about by revealing them to an evil organization. Some of them, including Tammy and Nebula, wanted to join in on the spying, thinking it would answer questions or be like a James Bond movie. So far, Karishma was the only girl who didn't know Joyce's secret.

"I guess she has been kind of persistent lately," you say. "I don't know what her problem is. She's acting like Dana used to."

"No, Dana still acts like a bitch," Joyce corrects. "Just not towards you."

You smile at the compliment. Who knew all it took to stop being bullied was to fuck the bully?

Joyce suddenly swings her backpack around and opens it. "Hence, why I am here."

You glance towards Joyce's backpack and peek inside. "What's in there?"

"Some equipment I was gifted by my handlers," Joyce said. "These devices were meant to be used in our war against W.I.T.C.H. but we couldn't figure out their uses."

"Wait a minute, you want to use her as a test rat?!" You may have disliked Karishma, but you didn't want her to suffer.

"None of these are harmful to her person," Joyce said. "They are distraction items and embarrassment tools, like a squirting pen, only more powerful."

"Oh." You take another look. "So, you don't have any exploding whoopie cushions, or things like that?"

Joyce shook her head but gave a small smile. "I can see why Amy and Alexandra love you so much. You three make quite the class clowns."

The bag was whisked away by a hand. The two of you look up to see Karishma standing in front of you. "I knew it! I knew you and the rest of those bitches were plotting some kind of prank! Why else would they all say they're 'in love' with the same guy?!"

Joyce quickly stands up, holding her hand out for calm. "Karishma, I don't know what you heard, but you really need to give that back! Those aren't toys!"

"Oh, what?" Karishma asks. "You think I buy that whole 'sneaky agent' thing?! I've heard the others girl talking about what you do for a living! You, Nebula, and Alena are the biggest head cases I've ever met!"

"Karishma, she's really serious!" You say. "Don't play with those!"

Karishma reaches inside the bag. "Screw you both! Let's see what kind of toys you've got in here!"