He decides to toy with her

"It's the one over there," Dennis says as he vaguely gestures in the general direction of the closet.

Lauren, who was facing Dennis, turns back around, flashing her pale ass at him as she tries to figure out which door he meant.

A grin spreads across his face as he admires the wonderfully warbly posterior in front of him, and let's the limited amount of power he finally has over another person continue to go to his head.

Lauren walks to the closest door, the padding of her bare feet echoing through the empty hallway with each step.

It's the wrong door, but Dennis says nothing, instead just enjoying the sight of his helpless, ****, former bully struggle.

She eagerly approaches the door, then timidly stops when she realizes she'll have to stop covering herself to work the door know.

Her face blushes as she nervously looks to Dennis, and then back to the door.

Her whole body slumps as she let's out a defeated sigh, lets go of herself, and takes hold of the door know and pulls.

Nothing happens.

Lauren pulls harder, trying to **** the door open, and inadvertently causing her whole, nude, jiggly body to further gyrate and for Dennis's perverted pleasure.

"Why won't it open?!" Lauren whines as she pulls and pushes futilely.

After the flabby flattie has worn herself out (which doesn't long), she turns to her former victim-turned-bully.

"Dennis..." she pathetically whimpers as she looks at him.

Her whole body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat that makes her body glisten in the office's florescent lighting, and her black hair now hangs messily (and quite enticingly) about her shoulders and down over one of her eyes.

"It... it won't open..." she mewls.

Dennis just smugly smirks at her.

"Of course not," he declares. "That's the wrong door, dummy."

Lauren glares at him, and for a moment, he fears he may have pushed her too far.