The School Bully

Alex stood outside the door to the living room, breathing deeply. His body felt tense, his muscles were taut, and he could feel the arousal boiling up in his groin. His skin was tingling, even though he was fully clothed, and he felt a sense of anticipation tugging at his body. After Clara had chosen the video she wanted to Reenact, Alex had changed clothes, finding a top and paints which looked vaguely like the uniform that they had once worn when they went to school together.

His hand was wrapped around the handle to the door. He smiled, realising that he was hesitating. It seemed so strange that he would hesitate now of all times, after all they had done together. But then again, maybe not so strange. Lilly was hovering behind him, a camera in her hand, the green light blinked on, showing that it was recording everything that happened. Alex was about to fulfil one of Clara's fantasies on camera. It would be recorded, and then, the two of them could play it back whenever they wanted to. The thought of it filled his head, and made his cock grow harder. He imagined playing the video on the TV as Clara sucked his dick, her recorded moans filling the room. Or even better, playing it as the two of them fucked, feeling her warm body shudder with pleasure as he filled her with his member, the wounds of her cries mixing with the ones she'd recorded.

Suddenly, Alex realised how ridiculous he was being. Here he was, fantasising about a sex tape that had not even been made yet. And even more silly was the fact that he was imagining what it would be like to watch it when he was about to live it out!

"What a strange world." He muttered to himself with a shake of the head.

"Didn't catch that, Alex." Lilly said. "You ready to go?"

"In a moment." Alex said, composing himself as he glanced towards the blond haired woman. "By the way, did you ever think it would come to this, Lilly?"

"What you mean did I imagine that Clara would eventually ensnare you with her schemes and clever plans?" Lilly asked. "Because I am pretty sure I expected that. I just didn't think she'd be quite so direct about it, though, and I definitely didn't think I'd get caught up in it like this. But hey, the world can be a strange place sometimes."

"Just what I was thinking." Alex laughed. Then, he schooled his face, and tried to remember the video that they were basing it on. "Okay, I think I'm ready. You ready?"

"Camera's green, isn't it?"

"Then, let's go."

He pushed open the door and stepped into the living room. It had been changed since earlier this morning when they had schemed together about what to do today. The table had been pushed back and folded against the wall, and the soft, plush chairs and sofa had been removed as well. The place looked bare and empty, which was exactly what they were going for, especially with the addition of a few plastic outdoors tables, and some wooden chairs scattered around them. It wasn't exactly what you'd call a classroom scene, but it was the best they could do on such short notice.

Clara was sitting at one of the desks, a few books scattered on it. Alex saw that most of them were blank notebooks, and a few history books of various sorts. He eyes skipped over them almost at once, being drawn instead to the sight of his girlfriend. Seeing Clara almost made his heart skip, no matter how many times they had fucked, but now it felt even more intoxicating. Unlike his uniform, which was mostly just make belief, Clara had actually been able to secure a uniform in her size, though admittedly, it was from the sex shop. Nonetheless, it was surprisingly accurate. She was wearing a deep green button-up blouse over a white shirt. She had a short skirt, and black tights that showed off her long legs. A bag was sitting beside her on the floor, and her dark hair had been drawn out and bundled into a ponytail that looked sort of like Lilly's.

For a moment, he said nothing, his eyes focused on her. Not even just on her body - though, the sight of his girlfriend in the uniform definitely did things to his pants - but her face, her pale skin, her blue eyes, and her fine features. She was achingly beautiful, and in that moment, he reflected on just how lucky he truly was to have found her, and for all that had happened this week. Even if nothing came of it, even if they split up as soon as the week was over, and never spoke again, Alex realised he would treasure this time for the rest of his life.

But lovey dovey stuff like that wasn't exactly what got Clara wet, and right now, it was about more than just deep and emotional bonds. He could feel his body aching to fuck her, animal need pulsing through his veins. But he knew too that it wouldn't be right to skip straight to that. The two of them had something of an expectation, and even though the video that Clara had shown him before they started was fresh in his mind, Alex struggled for a moment or two to think of what came next.

Clara saved him the effort. As she heard the door open, her pale blue eyes swept towards him, and he saw an echoing glint of hunger there that matched his own. A reminder that this game they played was for the both of them, and that it was a key part of their relationship so far. He didn't want to ruin it.

"Hey, Alex." She said softly. "Um, how are you? I've not seen you since last week."

"I was off sick." Alex said, taking a seat next to her and lowering his own bag. He could feel his heart beating fast, his skin was warm, and anticipation crowded his thoughts. "But I feel a lot better now."

"That... that's good..." Clara said, a little bit weakly. "Good, yes."

"Did you give any more thought to what I said last time we talked?" Alex asked her. He saw Clara flush red, her eyes falling down to the table.

"I...uh, I thought you were joking... please tell me you were joking..."

"Nope, sorry. Not joking."

"Seriously?"

"Oh yes." Alex said. "Think about it. You know that I practically run this school. I'm popular, and I have money, which means that I have a lot of friends, and that I can get almost anything I want."

"And you want me?" Clara said, her eyes rising to look at him again. She was a very good actor, he had to admit. The way she widened her gaze to convey disbelief, the slight hitch to her voice which indicated both horror and arousal. "That's insane. You can't just do that."

"Well, let me put it this way." Alex said. "I could make your time here a living hell, Clara. I could make it so each and every day, you have to put up with jeers and insults, and barbs. Soft words, and implications. I could spread rumours about you, and because of the favours I can call in, they'd be corroborated by very trustworthy people. I could say, for example, that I found porn of you online."

"I never did anything like that." Clara snorted. "You'd be lying."

"Photoshop is a thing, you know." Alex waved a hand. "It wouldn't be that hard to make something that looked real. And that's all I'd really need. Whether it actually happened or not? Totally irrelevant. I could make your friends believe it too, you know. All it would take is time, day by day, can you imagine them slowly slipping away from you? Oh, they might not believe it at first, but we have a long time to work on them, and people tend to crack eventually if you just keep pushing the same angle."

Clara looked down to the table again, and then back to him. Her eyes seemed to be looking for any hint that he was lying, but he gave her none. She started to bit her lower lip gently, her blue eyes widening as she realised he meant every word.

"W-what do you want from me?" She said at last, her gaze falling towards the floor again. "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, let's start simply." Alex said. "Have you ever touched a boy before?"

"T-touched?" She blushed, her eyes finding his face again. "What do you mean by that?"

"Touched, stroked, masturbated. Given a hand job, I think you know by now."

"That's private!" Clara growled, rising to her feet suddenly. "Why would I ever tell you that?"

She stalked towards the door, Alex watched her go idly for a moment before replying.

"Because if you don't, I am going to ruin your life, Clara. What are you, a straight A student? All the best grades? Shining golden future? I'll ruin that for you. I'll turn that future black, and that gold into rust. You know I can. If you go through that door, we're enemies, do you understand me? You're not going to get a second chance."

Clara paused, her hand on the door handle. She didn't look at him, but he could read the hesitation in her body language.

Slowly, her hands curled into fists, and her arms fell to her side.

"No..." She said slowly.

"I'm sorry?" Alex asked. "I didn't quite hear you. What don't you repeat that with a bit more detail so I know what you're talking about."

"I-I've never touched a boy."

"So, are you a virgin then?"

"Yes." Clara bit out, her face red with shame and humiliation. "I'm a virgin, Alex."

"Has a boy ever touched you? Fondled you? Played with your pussy or your breasts?"

"N-no..."

Alex clapped his hands in apparent delight.

"You know, Clara, you really are amazing. Here, I thought I was going to blackmail the sexiest girl in school, and you give me something even better! The sexiest girl in school is also a virgin who has never been touched... Well, we'll be changing that soon enough."

Clara paled and gulped, but said nothing as Alex told her to sit back down at her desk.

"Now, we don't have much time." Alex said. "The class is going to start soon. I want you to take off your panties."

"My what?" Clara asked, almost as though she didn't want to understand what he had said.

"Your panties." Alex said, rolling his eyes. "Take them off. You'll be spending the day without them. You've got your skirt and your tights, haven't you? That should be enough for your dignity."

"I mean..." Clara pressed down the hem of her skirt as she spoke. "The skirt is pretty low cut... people might see if I'm not careful..."

"Then, be careful." Alex said. "But you still need to take off your panties. Or are you refusing to do what you're told?"

"N-no..." Clara said. "I'm not...I mean, I'll do it. Just....could you turn around please?"

Alex gave her a few seconds of silence before shaking his head.

"I don't think so. I want to see your squirm as you try not to flash me while taking them off. Better hurry, the teacher and other students will be here soon, and if you don't take them off before they're here, you're just gonna have to do it during class."

Clara said nothing, gazing at his face for a few more seconds before lowering her head, she pushed her chair back, away from the table, and crossed her legs. Alex watched, her black tights hugged her slender limbs pleasingly as she blushed, one of her hands fumbling with the inside of her skirt. Clara had been right, the skirt was very short, and it seemed to twitch with each movement she made. Alex watched her, his arousal growing with every moment that passed as she struggled to work the waistband of her panties without accidentally baring herself to him. She squirmed, twisting her legs this way and that, and her face screwed up on concentration. She looked like she was focusing very hard for a moment, and then her expression changed, a look of triumph drifted across her face, and then a look of mortification as she remembered what she was being triumphant about.

Slowly, then, she drew her panties down her legs, her face becoming ever more red as she felt herself becoming exposed, the cold air rushing towards her neither regions, and the scent cover of the skirt being the only thing that kept her from flashing the whole room.

A moment later, Clara handed Alex the balled up panties. They were black and lacy, and still warm with the heat of her body. He knew that he couldn't let it go without a comment.

"Nice." He said. "Sexy. Are you wearing a matching bra?"

She flushed, but didn't answer.

"I did what you wanted." She said. "You have my panties now, and I'm not wearing anything under my skirt. Anyone could see me now... Will you just leave me alone?"

"Well, I could." Alex said. "But seeing you flustered like this is so very cute, I've gotten a bit hot under the collar. We have a few more minutes before the class arrives, so why don't you show me how much you appreciate my firm but gentle control?"