Randy Mills

Your face flushed as you saw Randy walking toward you. He was tall, at least 6'2", and rippling with muscle. He was on the football and baseball teams, and was a dominant **** on both of them. He was wearing a letterman jacket with a tight black t-shirt underneath and jeans with holes at the knees. The sneakers he wore looked new, and had to be expensive.

And he had been in a prime spot to see your little show earlier. "What do you want, Randy?"

"I wanted to have a chat. Alone." He sounded menacing as he spoke, and you could see that his eyes were on James as he said 'alone'. James looked to you, and when you shrugged he scampered off into the cafeteria. You sighed. _Some backup... _Once James was gone, Randy waved, gesturing for you to follow him. You looked around, and the hall was pretty empty. That made you a bit nervous, but you followed him.

He led you to an empty classroom and closed the door once you were inside. You swallowed down your rising anxiety, then crossed your arms under your large breasts. "What is this?"

"Just wanted to show you something interesting..." he said, pulling out his phone. He tapped away at it for a moment then held it out for you to see. You gasped at the displayed image. You, on the gym floor with your ass and pussy on display, cheeks spread wide by your position.

"What the fuck?" you practically screeched, which caused Randy to hiss out a shushing noise. You glared at him and responded by hissing back "you took a picture of me like that?"

"Of course. Some hot chick displays her snatch and ass in the middle of a gym, I'm not gonna turn away the fap material. But... then I got thinking. Why be selfish with it? I'm sure there's guys around school who'd like to see it too."

"You wouldn't..." you said, bile rising in your throat. The idea of that picture circulating around school...

"I might..." he said, grinning. "Unless you make it worth my while not to."

"The fuck do you want? Money? Aren't your parents rich?"

"Not money," he said. He walked over, places the phone on one of the desks in the front row so that it's facing both of you, and then sat on the teacher's desk. "I want a go at you."

"You're kidding. I'm not gonna have sex with you."

"We don't need to start there. We can start with a handjob. Though I wouldn't turn down a blowie if you're feeling motivated."

Your blood was boiling, and you had never wanted to punch anyone more than you wanted to hit him now. Then you glanced back at the phone. You and he were about equally far away from it. He was sitting. Could you reach it first? Delete the picture?

You sighed. Probably not. He had likely backed it up if he was trying this, and even if you did he could **** you with how much bigger he was than you now. It didn't seem like you had many options.