Billy's

"Billy...", Daisy spoke childishly, with a singsong voice.

She grasped Sally's wrist and gently pulled her out of the closet. Her heart fluttered with excitement as she was about to get close to her 'hero'.

Daisy stepped into the closet, making sure to press her body against his.

She placed her hand provocatively on Billy's chest. A silent gasp escaped her lips as she felt his tight muscles beneath her palm.

Such strength...such manliness...

She slid her finger along the contour of his bulging pecs, all the while licking her lips.

Daisy couldn't believe her luck.

She was worshipping a prodigy, whose body could've only been sculpted by the gods themselves. The future boxing superstar stood with her, inside a closet, with just his shorts. It was surreal.

Sally, standing just outside the closet, was aghast. Daisy, her 'saviour', was shamelessly having 'fun' with her bully, right in front of her.

Tears swelled in her eyes. Had she shared her painful past with Daisy before, she wouldn't have been going through this ordeal.

"...Sally ain't telling anything to me...", Daisy continued, as if complaining to Billy.

Judging by the glance Daisy gave over her shoulder, Sally understood that the remark was also directed at her.

Now standing on her toes, Daisy bent close to Billy's ear and whispered.

"...will you tell me what 'naughty' things Sally was doing...to you?..."

Sally jerked her face away in disgust, fuming at Daisy's choice of words. How could her best friend, her 'only' friend, say something so revolting?

Daisy, on the other hand, had turned a blind eye to Sally's feelings. She was ready to go to any length to know what had transpired between the two inside the closet.

Daisy was the most desirable hottie of the school. The one who got all the attention, just on her whim. All the jocks were always ready to bend down on their knees for her, the cheerleading goddess.

And of all those hunks, there was but one Daisy couldn't conquer.

Billy, the undefeated champion.

She had used all the weapons at her disposal, all her tactics, in vain. Billy just wasn't interested. All his focus had always been on winning the championship. He didn't bother even glancing at any of the cheerleaders, let alone Daisy herself.

Which made Billy an even bigger deal.

His stoic nature was nothing short of a legend, an armour which couldn't be penetrated. Girls could only dream of Billy giving them even an ounce of attention.

And all of a sudden, timid Sally had wiped the floor with her contenders...

...with Daisy.

Sally would've never become part of the cheerleading group if not for Daisy's recommendation. She was supposed to be the one following Daisy, and not the other way around.

Hence, Daisy desperately wanted to know what was it that made Billy bend down, that too for someone like Sally.

She slowly slid her hand down to his glistening abs, feeling his tight muscles all the way. She stopped as soon as her fingertips came in contact with the waistband of his shorts.

Daisy's eyes gaped open in shock as she looked down.

Billy's bulge was pulsating like a fire hose.

Daisy's lips quivered. Was this because of her touch? Was her hand so effective that it made Billy hard?

She dreaded to think of the other possibility...

...that Sally might have already got Billy worked up when they were inside the closet.

Sally, too, had caught sight of Billy's erection and despite being dejected, she was rather amused at how Daisy had made him rock hard just by slithering her hand on his chest. Truly impressive.

Only if the two had realized that Billy's arousal was the result of their unwitting 'collaboration'.

Billy's chimp brain, on the other hand, had somehow begun to process what was happening. He recalled being almost knocked out by Sally's precise hit on his chin. A chill ran through his spine wondering what could've happened if she had found out the truth.

His soggy brain had also noticed the mild tension brewing between these two 'besties'. It was quite apparent that Sally wasn't particularly pleased with Daisy getting cosy with her bully.

Daisy, too, was intentionally ignoring Sally, out of pure spite.

Billy smirked. This was the perfect opportunity to get back at Sally, who had punched the wits out of his brain. Although Sally herself was aloof, Billy was still enraged about the humiliation he had gone through in the closet.

A waft of salty breath on his face yanked Billy's chain of thought. He turned towards Daisy, who was, at that moment, sporting an alluring smile.

Not wasting any more time, Billy grasped the small of Daisy's back and pulled her. She immediately grabbed his arms to balance herself, shocked by the sudden change in his demeanour.

Daisy gasped as Billy brought his lips close to hers. He drew in the slight vinegary breath emanating from her soft, parted lips.

The itch in Billy's cock increased tenfold.

He caressed her soft butt cheeks with both hands while tilting his head slightly to catch a glimpse of Sally's reaction.

Her face was wet with tears.

Billy, cherishing Sally's pain, grabbed Daisy's ass and pulled her further. Without hesitation, he locked his lips with hers.

Such an intense kiss from her crush cranked up all the sensations in her clit. Daisy was on cloud nine.

Sally was completely shattered after what she just witnessed. Her best friend was passionately kissing Billy, her bully. The one who had destroyed every ounce of confidence she once had.

The one who had humiliated her inside this very damn closet.

Sally bent down her head as she kept rubbing the tears off her cheeks. She was completely broken. There was nothing left to be done.

Sighing in defeat, Sally turned around and trudged towards the exit with heavy steps.

While passing by one of the benches, she noticed something blinking inside Billy's gym bag.

Sally paused. She swiftly sat down on the bench, just beside the bag and shot her eyes at Billy. He was still busy smooching her friend.

Sally had never been intrusive. She wasn't the type of person who invaded someone's privacy. But this was different. Of the two encounters with Billy, he had belittled her both times.

Checking out Billy's phone was far from a 'win', but after all the torment she had gone through, this would, at the very least, make her feel better. The primal instinct to sniff out an enemy's private info had taken over.

Sally smiled weakly, ashamed at her feeble attempt to one-up Billy. She despised her weakness but could do nothing about it.

She stealthily brought her hand close to Billy's phone, making sure her body hid the bag from his field of view.

She had goosebumps all over her body. The thought of getting caught spying on Billy's phone and getting knocked out was making her tremble with fear.

But she had already made up her mind. If she didn't even accomplish something this trivial, she'd lose the vestige of self-respect she had for herself.

The phone screen kept blinking incessantly. Somebody was sending multiple texts to Billy. After a final glance at the closet, Sally picked up the phone.

Someone named Lucy had sent more than ten messages. Sally scrunched her nose in irritation as she realised his phone was locked, but was instantly relieved because Billy hadn't locked his notification bar and thus, the texts could be read from the lock screen itself.

Sally recalled someone named Lucy being one of the boxing coaches. Maybe this was her. She swiped down to enlarge the notification box and skimmed through the text.

Her eyes bulged out in shock. She clasped her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp.

Sally tossed the phone back in the gym bag and crept towards the door. If what she read was true...

***

Daisy didn't even notice Sally's waning footsteps, as she was busy snaking her tongue inside Billy's mouth. Billy, however, was fully aware of how he had managed to utterly destroy Sally and her friendship with Daisy. He was silently gloating at his 'success'.

First his coach Lucy, then Sally, and now this buxom bimbo Daisy, Billy had managed to turn them into mere puppets. After the disastrous incident with his mom, his life was finally back on track.

Little did he know how the tables were about to turn...