Lucas (become Tammy's plaything)

You are Lucas, you are a geek that wears glasses. (You can change this name in the side panel.)

You see Zoey's hand go up, but Tammy must have been first.

“Excuse me, Miss Andrews” she says, “I would love to try out the new toy.” She said, glancing your way as she said the word ‘toy’.

“Uhh, Okay Tammy.” Miss Andrews says, caught off guard with the tone of her voice. “Okay then, find out who has the lowest score.”

From what you know, you are probably the only boy who hasn’t been with Tammy. The other week she was flaunting her breasts, a boy caught staring at a girl’s chest was the fairest game of them all, but you expertly kept your eyes forward. “It’s a shame you are already so well behaved.” She said “The things I’d do to you.” she said, playfully pushing you against a wall before walking off with a smile.

She Struts and sashays across the front row. It’s funny how the sexiest dressed girl is wearing the school uniform, a red plaid skirt that barely contains her thick bare legs. She pretends to look at some other test results as she walks up to you. She looks upon your sheet, marked with an A+, her eyes sparkle like the goddess she is as she shamelessly leans over and presents her cleavage to you in front of the whole class. She gives you a wide toothy smile as she glances from your grading to your eyes. A look of pure sadism.

“I believe Lucas has the lowest score,” She lies.

“Lucas, really? You usually do so well.” Miss Andrews said nonchalantly, not bothering to check if she's telling the truth. “Well, make sure he is still able to walk home afterwards Tammy.”

“Don’t worry miss, I can give him a ride back home if that happens.” Tammy said, referring to the very few times a guy had to seriously limp home. And the cherry red convertible her parents had gifted her on her 18th birthday.

You think about protesting, but you are paralysed from fear and lust. The rest of the class files out for their one hour break.

You notice Tammy’s earrings, they look like a silver pair of testicles.

“Do you like them?” She said, flicking them with her fingers. Making them swing back and forth.

“Are they real?” You ask.

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” She chuckles. She slaps you lightly across each of your cheeks several times.