Of Course She Will

Sanah's fingers danced across the screen, her smile widening with each tap. "Aisha says she's bringing her panda leggings tomorrow," she announced, bouncing on her knees beside me. "Nyla wants to know if you prefer bunnies in pink or mint green." Her knee jabbed my ribs as she spun the phone toward me, displaying a rapidly filling group chat titled "BUTT BOY TRAINING."

The final notification made her gasp. "Ooooh, Jasmine from cheer just asked if we're doing this in the locker room Monday!" Sanah's thighs squeezed my waist as she straddled me again, her bare skin sticking to my shirt. "You'll kneel by the benches," she whispered, tracing my lips with her thumb, "and kiss every girl's ass as they change—one by one—until the whole squad's got your lip prints on their shorts."

Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she imagined it, hips grinding absently against my stomach. "They'll line up," she breathed, pupils dilating, "and you'll beg to kiss deeper just so they don't tell the whole school what a pathetic—" The vibration of her phone against my chest cut her off. She glanced down and burst into laughter. "Jasmine says she's making a chart."

The screen displayed a spreadsheet already populated with names, dates, and disturbingly specific categories like "Duration of Whimpering" and "Tears Shed Per Cheek." Sanah's thumb swiped right to reveal a second tab titled "Punishments," where Jasmine had meticulously listed humiliations ranging from "Wear victor's underwear as facemask" to "Lick shoe clean during assembly."

"You're gonna love page three," Sanah crooned, tapping a thumbnail that expanded into a diagram of the locker room with little X's marking proposed "kneeling stations." Her knee nudged my chin up, forcing me to meet her glittering gaze. "Welcome to your new life, buttkisser."

The phone clattered to the floor as she suddenly gripped my hair, yanking my face toward the still-warm imprint of her thighs. "Practice," she ordered, her voice dropping into something dark and sweet as melted chocolate. "You've got forty-eight hours to get good at this before the whole school owns you."