Are you preparing for your project?

*damn, you miserable fucking pig...he's going to pay me for it I swear*

It was already 7 at night at the Vicky Bichy house, and her parents had gone out and would not be home for the rest of the weekend. Still the young woman It was very, very far from being in peace and tranquility.

In the bathroom of her house, the cheerleader slammed the wall hard, while the water fell down her voluptuous body, she remembered with disgust and contempt what happened that afternoon.

* BY WHAT…WHY WHY DOES THAT SHIT PERVERT MAKE ME LIKE THIS! *

She was used to always having control especially over men, she intimidated them, pushed them aside and never let any of them touch her. But that afternoon Billy she crossed that line when she thought she had everything under control, if yesterday disturbed her THAT left her in total shock.

As he ran the soap over his shapely leg he hoped the thing with Billy was getting under control, it had scared him so much that he wouldn't tell anyone and wouldn't do anything else in the future. And out of nowhere the fat man's behavior changed drastically, he looked confident and proud as if he was helping someone or something.

“fucking fat man… since when has he been acting? like that…I had so much…so much confidence” Vicky murmured.

That was the word SECURITY, Billy radiated such confidence that it seemed like he could conquer the world. For the first time Vicky saw him so strong, so confident...and so virile?...that feeling I completely disconnected her.

She had never been intimidated by a man or even scared, but a part of her shuddered and before she knew it she was against the wall with Billy on top of her body.

I could smell his breath, feel his greasy body pressed against her and she could even swear that his crotch was touching her and rubbing against her. And before she did anything to get him out of the way, the **** stole a French kiss from her while he touched her left breast.

It was the the first time a boy touched her, feeling violated, her first reaction was to give him a huge kick in the balls. Instead, she was possessed by great lust. If that kiss had infected her with her perverts thoughts and being attached to Billy made her very very horny.

“That…BASTARD…. Yes, believing that because he has a cock he can use women as bitches in heat IS VERY WRONG...mmm...although he has guts, the damn one...OH FUCK! Vicky

He put his hands to his mouth.

She left the bathroom like a flash, upset with what he had just said, and to her greatest horror, a familiar tingling sensation emerged from her pussy.

“Oh NO…NOT AGAIN…let's check on Vicky, you're not like that”

Deal to calm her fever although her cave was already leaking its juices down her legs when she thought about how Billy kissed her and touched her to his heart's content. And at the end of his games he stayed there motionless for minutes, despite himself, wanting more from him, from a man.

After in a moment she felt calmer, she had to prepare for the project with…him, she had to finish that so she would never speak to him again.

"If that's Vicky...he and you will be here...alone to do the...project and then everything will come back to normality ha, ha, ha” he said to himself with confidence.

She had serious doubts about wearing something that she did with strange normality, it seemed that nothing made her feel comfortable or satisfied. The first time he saw himself in the mirror he thought it was very formal, the second very revealing and it continued like this for half an hour.

“oh shit, I just have to get dressed for…”

A new tingling emerged from her pussy thinking about him, this time it was more pleasant and pleasurable.

“mmm…ok yes that bastard If he wants to play with me, I will do the same and better."

Determined, she put on one of her best dresses, one that has Billy on his knees. When she saw the verse in the mirror she felt proud, she knew it was a great choice...although not for the project precisely.