Time to fold...

“No, I don’t want that. What do you want?” you asked the geek angrily.

“You aren’t the school slut anymore. You’re my slut now. Johnny’s slut, that’s your new name,” he strode towards you and grabbed your hair, forcing you to meet his brown eyes.

You tried to nod, but with his hands wrapped in your hair, the attempt brought tears of pain to your blue eyes and drops of moisture to your cunt.

“Say it,” he commanded cruelly.

“I’m your slut,” you admit instantly.

“Good girl,” Johnny replied, shoving you roughly back against the wall. With speed that was surprising from such a geek he locked the doors before you recovered.

“What about my boyfriend?” you ask as he turned back to you, more worried about your boyfriend beating Johnny up and Johnny releasing the footage as payback than any harm that might come to your boyfriend (or Johnny for that matter).

“Oh, I got your ‘boyfriend’ under control. He won’t be crossing me, not if he wants to keep his scholarship and stay on the team,” Johnny explained as he walked back to her. “In case you’re curious, he offered to pimp you out to me, if I’d keep quiet about his little steroid habit. I preferred to take what I wanted. It’s so much more fun this way, don’t you agree?” he asked as he groped your tits roughly.