Like A Not-Exactly-A-Kid In A 18+ Candy Store

Raine stood there against the storage room wall, eyes glassy and empty, body completely still. The only sound was the faint hum of the fluorescent light above us and my own breathing.

I took a step back and just looked at her.

Years of her bullshit. The rumors. The suspensions. The way she always ran to her mom the second she didn’t get her way. All of it had led here. She was finally quiet. Finally under my control. And the Wish-Interface was still hovering at the edge of my vision, waiting for instructions.

Max’s voice cut in, practically vibrating with anticipation.

So? What’s the plan, dude? You’ve been waiting for this one. Don’t tell me you’re gonna waste it.

I didn’t answer right away. I circled her slowly, taking her in. Up close, without the constant sneer, she was actually pretty much my type. Long dark hair, sharp features, a body that filled out her uniform in all the right ways. Thick thighs, a solid pair of tits straining against her shirt, and an ass that had always been one of the only good things about her existence.

I was spoiled for choice.

“I could make her mouth my personal cum-toilet,” I said, reaching out and gently grabbing her face. My fingers squeezed her cheeks, forcing her lips to part slightly. Her empty eyes stayed fixed forward. “Every time I want relief, she opens up and takes it. No complaints. No attitude. Just a warm, wet hole that belongs to me.”

I let go of her face and moved lower.

“Or I could turn her into my personal titjob machine.” I raised a hand and gave one of her heavy breasts a firm slap. The soft flesh jiggled under the uniform shirt. I did it again, watching the way it bounced. “Every morning, every night, whenever I feel like it. One call and she drops everything, pulls them out, and works me until I’m done. No talking back. Just those fat tits wrapped around my cock.”

My hand slid down her stomach, under the waistband of her skirt, and cupped her through her panties. She was warm. I rubbed slowly, feeling the soft mound under the fabric.

“Or… I could make her the school slut. Completely. Any guy who wants her can have her. She offers herself without hesitation. Hallways, bathrooms, behind the bleachers. She becomes the girl everyone uses and no one respects. The ultimate payback.”

I kept rubbing her through the thin fabric for a few more seconds, then pulled my hand away.

Max was practically bouncing in my head.

So which one is it? Cum-toilet? Titjob machine? Public free-use? Come on, don’t leave me hanging.

I stepped back and looked at her blank face one more time.

“None of them.”

There was a pause.

…What?

“I’m not doing any of that,” I said. “Not yet, anyway.”

Then what the hell are you going to do?

I leaned in close to Raine’s ear and started giving the real commands.

When I was finished, I straightened up, touched her shoulder, and spoke the release word.

“Bitch.”

Then I left.

Raine’s eyes snapped open.

The first thing she registered was the hard floor under her back and the smell of old cardboard and cleaning supplies. She sat up too fast, head spinning, and looked around the storage room in confusion.

Empty.

No one else was there.

“What the fuck…?” she muttered, pushing herself to her feet. Her uniform was slightly wrinkled. Her hair was a mess. She didn’t remember lying down. One second she’d been pinned to the wall by fucking Ward Jackson of all people, the next… nothing. She was also feeling really weird - like she was getting hotter while the rest of the world was getting colder.

She was still trying to piece it together when her phone started buzzing in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw the name on the screen.

Mom.

Shit.

Raine answered, already bracing herself.

“Where are you?” Martina McClane’s voice was sharp. “You were supposed to be home ten minutes ago.”

“I… fell asleep,” Raine said quickly, the lie coming out smoother than she expected. “At school. I was tired after the tournament week. Just woke up.”

There was a short silence on the other end.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. Get home. Now.”

“Yeah. Okay. I’m leaving.”

She almost said more. The usual instinct was still there - the urge to mention Ward, to twist the story, to get him in trouble again just because she could. It would be so easy. One sentence. One complaint. Her mom would handle the rest like always.

But the words wouldn’t come out.

Something inside her simply refused. The thought of snitching on him felt…wrong. Heavy. Like trying to push against a wall that wasn’t supposed to be there. In the end she just muttered a quick “Bye” and hung up.

The second the call ended, the discomfort she’d been feeling since she woke up suddenly got stronger.

It started low in her stomach, then spread lower. A restless heat. An annoying, insistent ache. Raine shifted her weight, frowning, and instinctively reached under her skirt.

Her fingers brushed against her panties.

They were soaked.

Her eyes widened.

She was dripping wet. Completely, inexplicably soaked through, and the more she focused on it the worse it got. Her pussy throbbed with a sudden, sharp need that made her thighs press together. Right then, she had one major thought:

What the hell is wrong with me?

I walked home with my hands in my pockets and a calm, satisfied feeling in my chest.

Max was still processing.

Okay. So you’re just gonna edge me until we get home? I spent 10000 fucking years in that lamp, bro. Not cool.

“Relax,” I said under my breath. “I gave her two main commands. First - she can never snitch on me again. Not to her mom, not to teachers, not to anyone. The second she even thinks about getting me in trouble, it just… shuts down. She can’t do it.”

And the second?

I grinned.

“Every two hours, she gets extremely horny. Uncontrollably. And when it hits… the only person she can think about is me. Nobody else. Just Ward Jackson.”

Max was quiet for a second.

Then he started laughing.

Oh, that’s evil. That’s the best kind of evil. She’s going to be a mess.

“Yeah,” I said, turning the corner toward my street. “She is.”

And eventually, a while after the real fun starts, she’ll come looking for me all on her own.