Annie Sales, the bitch

Greg fell back onto his ass as he collided with Annie Sales, the richest girl in school. She staggered in her expensive shoes and dropped her books. "Watch where you're going, retard!" she exclaimed as she bent over to collect her things.

Her breasts were huge and fake, a sweet 16 gift from her wealthy father a few years ago. She was mean, stuck up, and very hypocritical, but Greg had beaten off to her image just the same.

She was wearing a tiny white blouse, most of the buttons undone exposing her belly button and ample (Fake) cleavage, with an expensive pink jacket casually draped over her shoulders. Below she had a short skirt and stockings; very overdressed for a high school Senior.

She finished gathering her things and walked off muttering something about 'Stupid Freshman'. Greg was offended; he was in most of her classes for the last few years and she still didn't recognize him.

Greg pointed his ring at her and concentrated for a moment. She sneezed violently, her books sailing over the edge and down to the bottom floor. One of the buttons of her tiny blouse popped off revealing her bra strap and even more cleavage.

Annie growled in furious anger before stomping off to the bathroom. Greg began to contemplate helping himself to her daddy's presents.