Gropes your ass finding the plug

The dark skin man's hands move to your ass, his fingers finding the base of the plug hidden beneath the lace. His eyes widen in surprise, and you feel a thrill of power as he realizes the depth of your submission. He squeezes it lightly, and you gasp, the vibrations sending a shock of pleasure through you.

Ashley's eyes narrow as she watches from the edge of the dance floor, her hand clenched into a fist. She's not happy, but you know she's enjoying the show. You look back at Garvin, your eyes pleading with him to play along. He smirks and leans in to whisper in your ear, "You're a braver bitch than I thought."

The dance ends, and you reluctantly pull away from Garvin. You can see the desire in his eyes, the hunger to claim you in front of everyone. But that's not how this game is played. You walk back to Ashley, your legs wobbly from the intensity of the moment. She grabs your hand and pulls you aside, her eyes flashing with excitement. "You're doing great," she says, her voice a mix of praise and warning. "But remember, it's all for me."

You nod, your heart racing. You can feel the plug pulsing inside you, demanding release. "I know," you whisper, your voice hoarse from the strain. "But what happens when he finds out?"

Ashley smiles, a cruel twist of her lips. "Then the real fun begins," she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But for now, let's enjoy the prom."

The night wears on, and the tension between you, Ashley, and Garvin is like a live wire, ready to snap at any moment. You dance with other classmates, the vibrations from the plug a constant reminder of your submission. You catch glimpses of them watching you, their expressions a mix of confusion and lust. You know they're all wondering what's going on, and you can't help but feel a thrill at being the center of attention, even if it's for the wrong reasons.

As the clock ticks closer to midnight, you feel a hand on your shoulder. It's Garvin. "The after party's starting," he says, his voice low and gruff. "It's time to show everyone what a good little slut you are."

Your heart skips a beat, and you look to Ashley for guidance. She nods, her eyes gleaming. "Go with him," she says, her voice firm. "But remember, you're mine."

You follow Garvin out of the prom, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat inside the school gym. The after party is at a rented out mansion on the outskirts of town, a place where the rich kids go to party.

Garvin drive off to the side in his best up truck as he looks at you. "Harley, you think I won't leak the videos. I will. Follow my orders or you'll be known as the class whore."

You nod, feeling the mix of fear and arousal that's become a constant companion these days. "Whatever you say," you murmur, your voice laced with submission.

Garvin pulls his pants down a little. "Then why the fuck aren't you sucking me bitch boi."

His long thick black cock hangs out of his boxers, and you know what's expected of you. You lean over the car console as you reach for his cock, your hand trembling. The fear of being caught is exhilarating, the power dynamic palpable. You take him in your mouth, his cock tasting faintly of musk and desire.

Garvin groans, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. He starts to drive, the truck's engine rumbling beneath you. You bob your head up and down, the vibrations from the plug in your ass melding with the hip hop best in the car.