Some questions

You pull out of her ass, eliciting a little groan of disappointment. You sit down next to her as she lies slumped over the table and watch her shiver as you lightly stroke her back. “Was I good, sir? Was I good?” she pleads.

“Yes, you’re a good fuck,” you say, and you almost have to laugh as she wiggles in delight like a puppy.

You think for a minute, trying to figure out the best way to pick whatever brains she has. “Do you know Theresa Maglio?” you ask.

She turns to look at you. “Y…yes, yes, she’s another stuck-up bitch, Since last year. Thinks she’s too good to talk to anyone anymore,” she says. “Do you want me to spy on her, too? Do you want me to spy on her?”

You grab her by the hair and pull her up, getting in her face.. “No! You stay the fuck away from her, you hear!” you shout. The last thing you need is for Tony to catch her snooping around. She’d be dropping your name in a minute, and then you’d really be in the shit.

You let her go, and she falls back, shaking. ‘But do you know anyone she does talk to? Does she have any friends?” you say.

“She, she doesn’t have any friends, I think. I said, she’s a stuck-up bitch,” she whimpers. “Her roommate, Tamara. She might talk to her, I donno.”

“Good, good. Now get your clothes and get out of here,” you tell her. “And stay away from Theresa, you hear?”

She nods, frantically. “But...did I do good? Was I good?” she asks plaintively.

“Sure,” you say, cupping her chin. “You’re the best fucking cum dumster in the school.”

She smiles brightly as she turns to scramble up and gather her clothes, and as you head for your bed for some much-needed rest you almost feel bad about how much you’ve broken the little bitch.

Almost.