Help (Jack of all traits)

Seeing your friend in trouble you quickly threw down everything you were carrying and ran to help. Having done a bit of all the different sports your schooled offered you were in good shape and easily made it to Amanda before she had any time to react. Ramming into her you managed to throw her off Amy, causing her to hit the ground hard. As you got up you saw Amy run out of the hallway leaving just you and Amanda there. Ignoring Amy for now you return your attention to Amanda who’s still recovering from your hit. Throwing yourself on her you quickly grab her hands and hold them down, easily outmatching her.

“You fucking bitch! Let me go! Get off of me!”

“What were you going do to Amy?” You demand as you continue straddling her, unable to stop yourself from enjoying the way she struggled beneath you.

“Nothing now get off me!”

Staring down at Amanda she can tell you don’t believe her. “I wonder how much trouble you’ll be in when Amy gets back with a teacher. It’d be a shame if you’re still here being pinned down for them and I tell them whatever I want.”

As Amanda returns your stare you can tell your threat finally got through to her. “I was just going make her do an outfit change that’s all.” She growls out, before beginning to panic when you reach for her bag and start rummaging around in it. As Amanda struggles beneath you, you find what looks like the smallest skirt ever in her bag, as well as a tiny crop top that has buttons to hold the front closed with the top one missing.

Seeing the outfit, an idea quickly comes together and soon your taking the pair of scissors you found in the bag as well and cutting away at Amanda’s clothes, struggling to hold her still as you do. Looking over you also notice some rope, quickly wrapping it around her wrists you then finish removing her clothes before forcing the tiny outfit onto her.

As you stand up you can’t help but admire your handiwork. There lays Amanda, tied up and helpless, wearing what has to be the biggest whore outfit you’d ever seen. “Don’t forget, I barely had to try to do that.” You say to Amanda, glaring at her until she finally looks away and your threat seems to sink in.

“Can… can you at least take off the rope? Hey! Hey don’t leave me like this!” As Amanda keeps yelling for you to untie her you grab your stuff and make your way out of the hallway, only to run into Amy.

“I’m sorry, I tried getting a professor, but I couldn’t find one!” Amy exclaims, before seeming to notice that you show no signs of having lost a scuffle and the form of Amanda laying in the hallway behind you. “Wait… you managed to beat her!” The shock and joy on her face only last for a few seconds, before she sees your scowl and she drops her head in shame and fear.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to leave you to deal with her alone I just wanted to get help!”

“I didn’t leave you to get help now did I.” You say quietly to Amy, a dangerous hint in your voice as your eyes bore into her.

“I’ll… I can make it up to you. I’ll do whatever you want, really. Im truly thankful for what you did!” She exclaims, looking up at you again with a pleading expression. You aren’t quite sure what you’d want her to do, but with no other friends and the idea of her owing you one, you decide to take her offer.

“Fine. I’ll forgive you, but you owe me one. Whatever I say, whenever I say it. Understood?” Nodding her head Amy smiles at you relieved by your words, before you head off to class.