Vengeful! ❤

John’s eyes began to adjust and he was treated to the view of the locker room. It was more than a mess; litter lined the edges of the room. John could see more than a couple of used condoms that had been there for who knows how long. Curiously though the room didn’t smell as bad as expected; it wasn’t pleasant by any stretch but most of the litter was empty wrappers and used paper towels. The smell of sweat still lingered in the unused locker room though, and the final thing that John laid his eyes on was Vanessa.

She was applying lip balm before noticing John had finally entered. “About time, how long did you expect me to wait?” she groused.

“Well, I, uhm, you see,” he stammered.

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “For fuck’s sake, where’s the backbone you had Saturday? You are such a damn virgin.”

A sudden realisation washed over John and with it the stress and worry he had subsided greatly. If this really was about Alison or him having magic, she would have cut to the chase already. In fact, he was sure if it was about Alison, he’d be on the floor right now with a bunch of jocks all kicking the shit out of him.

“Did you have me come here just to insult me?” John asked, trying not to sound overly aggressive.

“You kept me waiting and now you’re being impatient? Listen here, you are here because I ordered you to be here. If I want to keep you waiting all day, that’s what I’ll do. I’m not exactly eager to start this conversation myself,” Vanessa spat.

’Well shit, it didn’t even enter my mind, but this has to be because of Saturday. What is she planning to do? She’s probably pissed at me taking charge or something,’ John thought.

John realised Vanessa was staring at him, obviously annoyed by his sudden spacing out, but she didn’t say anything; she just stood with her arms folded pushing her chest up while she tapped her foot impatiently.

“Have you finished catching flies? I asked you to come here for a reason, not so that you could space out and look like a dumbass. I already have someone who fills that role better than you ever could,” Vanessa spat. “Now… take off your pants.”

That easily caught John’s attention, and he did a mental double-take. “W-what?”

Vanessa groaned. “Don’t make this harder on either of us, just do as I tell you. I’m sure you are already aware of the shit he’s been saying and it’s spreading like wildfire. So as punishment, I’m using your dick to take some great pictures to send him.”

“I-I can’t do that! Who knows what he’d do to me if he found out,” John argued.

“Oh, I can tell you exactly what he’d do. He’s quite possessive of me, even though he likes to try hitting on and fucking other girls.” She mumbled the last part but John could still hear her. “What he’d do is run you over with his truck, possibly multiple times,” Vanessa explained. “He doesn’t have much of a brain, so by the time he stops seeing red, I suspect he’d be in handcuffs for ****.

“BUT he’ll never find out you are involved. He’s under the impression you’re a small dicked dweeb. You are literally the last person anyone would expect.” She continued as she began unbuttoning her shirt, “John, you have an amazingly hot girl telling you to pull your pants down. That should be all the motivation you need.”

John looked at her sceptically. His eyes couldn’t help but betray him and wander to her bra covered chest. “Okay. Say I believe you… what happened to ‘this is the last time this will happen’ from Saturday?”

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “You were the one that said that in your dumb letter. God, talk about being a virgin, that thing was straight out of a bad romance novel.”

John felt a twinge of annoyance. “Who said I was a virgin?”

Vanessa looked at John for a second before she began laughing, causing her chest to jiggle ever so slightly. “You don’t have to say it. The letter, your ‘passable’ performance, it all screamed ‘virgin’, but don’t worry, everyone has to start somewhere.”

“So all it takes to make you pass out from cumming is a passable performance?” John taunted emphasising it with a raised eyebrow.

“W-what?” Vanessa choked. “I-I was sensitive and pent up from not letting Frank touch me for a while, literally anyone could have gotten me off at that point. Just shut up and do as I told you!”

“Yeah sure, a girl with a literal closet of toys was pent up because she hadn’t had sex. You sure you didn’t just call me back so I cou-”

Vanessa cut him off, “No! There are a few reasons why you’re the only one I could get for this. First, not a single person would think I’d ever let you touch me, second, you’ve proved you can keep your lips sealed, and third, what happened on Saturday. This might surprise you, but despite some rumours about me sleeping around, I’ve only ever been with one guy… Well unless you count Saturday. Either way, I don’t plan on proving a rumour about me true, and since you’re the only one I’d say that kinda counts other than Frank, I need you.”

John smiled before casting Trigger Emotion making her get aroused from doing what he told her to. “Okay, fine, but since I’m the one doing the favour here, how about you get on your knees and take my pants off for me?”

Vanessa rolled her eyes again. “Ugh, trying to find your backbone again? Whatever, I was going to get down anyway for a good picture of your dick, so like it matters,” she scoffed as she prepared to get down on the floor.

Before she could, though, John pulled his spare shirt from his bag and threw it on the floor so that she didn’t kneel directly on it. ’It’s not like I’m wearing it and the gesture might earn me some relationship points,’ he thought.

“Uh, thanks,” Vanessa grumbled, kneeling down on his shirt with a very light blush.

She reached towards him and John cast Augment body on himself to temporarily enlarge his cock, which had the side effect of making his boxers and pants feel a little more restrictive.

Her hand touched and groped his dick through the fabric of his pants. John decided to take some initiative and reached down, placing his hand over hers; the skin to skin contact made Vanessa jump a little and her hand retreated. John took a step closer and lightly brushed his fingers on her shoulders before reaching back; he traced her shoulder blades and finally found the strap of her bra, but he was confused when he only felt fabric at the centre of her back.

Vanessa laughed. “Looking for this?” she teased, pointing at the front of her bra where a little metal clasp held it together. “Quite bold of you to try taking my bra off without even asking. Though I’ll let you this time since it’ll make for better pictures and it’s not like you haven’t already seen them.”

John rolled his eyes at her attempt to stay in charge. She might have been the one who instigated this, but with all the worry about what was going to happen gone, all that was left was horniness which made him feel more sure of himself. He traced his way back over her shoulders, and slowly over the soft globes of her cleavage, making her shudder.

Unclasping her bra he pulled it off and dropped it on her folded up shirt on the bench.

“Hey Vanessa, my pants are getting tighter. How about you do what I told you and help me out of them,” he ordered.

She attempted to give him an annoyed look, but the pink in her cheeks gave her away. She reached out and popped the button on his trousers then quickly unzipped him. She was unceremonious in her work as she all but yanked his pants and boxer shorts down.

Unfortunately for her, she’d leaned in a little too much when yanking his pants down; his dick sprung free and slapped against her cheek. She looked up at him again with an annoyed expression but it was a poor attempt, the blush on her face and her hardened nipples told John she enjoyed this more than she wanted to admit, maybe even to herself.

She reached over to her bag and pulled out her phone. In no time at all, she began taking a couple of pictures with his cock near her face.

“Why don’t you give it a lick or put it in your mouth, I’m sure that would make a nice picture,” John joked.

To his surprise, her tongue lashed out; first getting the underside of his dick, she moved up to circle the head of his dick, forcing a groan out of his lips. Vanessa’s mouth curled into a pleased smile but it quickly soured as she noticed John looking down at her.

“Smiling won’t hurt you, you know? And smiles always make a picture much better,” John commented.

He winced as she put the tip of his cock inside her mouth and sucked a little too hard, smiling impishly as she let it pop free. “Is this a convincing enough smile for you?”

“If that’s how you want to be, I can leave. I’m sure you’ve got more than enough pictures for Frank now, right?” John asked.

“No! I-I mean, it might be enough to annoy him, but that’s not good enough,” she insisted, “I can’t just leave it at that; he humiliated me, his carelessness is affecting my reputation because he lacks any brain cells. The only way he’ll learn is if his actions have consequences. I’m obviously not strong or intimidating enough to scare him physically and my usual idea isn’t harsh enough it seems. So this is the only way.”

John rolled his eyes. ’Is she really that vindictive? Wait, of course she is, what am I even thinking?’ he thought as he sighed again.

“Fine! But… you hurt my dick’s feelings, treating him that way. Now if you want him to cooperate, you’re going to have to kiss him and apologize,” John stated, nodding down to his dick.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. “Why are you being so difficult...” she groused. “Fine!”

She took a moment to look at, or possibly admire, his dick before leaning in and kissing the very tip of it. Her mouth opened ever so slightly and her tongue lapped up the bead of precum that had leaked out. She pulled back a little, still keeping contact with her plump lips, before making a loud audible kiss sound, which sent a vibration up his spine.

“I’m so very sorry, mister penis. I promise I won’t hurt you again,” she exaggerated, before looking up to John. “There, better?”

“I think he’s happy with your apology. Good girl.” He smiled, stroking her golden hair.

Her blush seemed to grow a little. “I, uhm, how about I get some pictures of your dick between my tits?” she suggested.

“Okay, good idea, give me your phone and lay on the bench,” he ordered, extending his hand.

To his surprise, she used his hand to pull herself to her feet and laid on the bench without any arguments; she offered John her phone, and once he took it, she looked at him expectantly while pushing her boobs together.

He straddled her, putting his dick in the soft valley of her cleavage. She eagerly wrapped her boobs around his dick, giving him a few gentle strokes before looking up and nodding to her phone which he quickly turned his attention to.

He aimed the camera towards Vanessa and she quickly got to work. Though to John’s dismay, she was focused on posing for pictures. Mostly anyway, she did still use her boobs to lightly jerk him off and seeing her biting her lip sent a jolt up his spine. He did manage to take a good image though, despite the distractions.

“Did you send it to him yet?” Vanessa asked.

“Uh, what? No, I thought you were going to take a bunch of pictures then send them once we’re done. What if he comes looking for us?” John worried.

Vanessa looked at him as though he was an idiot. “Do you think I’d be stupid enough to not have plans in place?” she asked, “Obviously I had Erin tell him that no one was in here, he’s too dumb and would be too angry to think straight. Worst case scenario, Erin calls, which tells me we have like five minutes to grab everything and hide.”

“I, uh, fine… I guess I didn’t expect you to have thought this through, that much,” John admitted.

“I’m not my ape of a boyfriend. I’ve got all the looks and the brains and the talent, and he has muscle,” she explained. “Anyway, send the picture and tell me what he says. If he can even muster anything to say, I’ve never let him put his dick between my tits so I’m sure that’ll get him riled up.”

John sent the image and there was an almost immediate response.

< F: hu is tht ill fukin kil em >

“God, how do you read this? Could he not have at least turned on autocorrect to make it semi comprehensible?” John complained.

Vanessa laughed, causing her boobs to jiggle lightly around his dick. “I don’t think he knows how to turn it off, it’s just so incomprehensible that either his phone has learned his gibberish or it gave up. I honestly don’t even read his texts, he can either call me or tell me when I see him.”

“Yeah, makes sense.” John nodded, still looking at the worst text writing he’d ever seen.

“Come on, let’s send more,” Vanessa eagerly urged, actually giving him what looked to be a genuine smile.

“Alright, you should put the tip of my dick in your mouth and look right into the camera,” John suggested.

She smirked and leaned down, giving his dick a light lick before nibbling on the tip. John shivered in pleasure but was able to get another picture through his groans. “I’m sending him a message with this one,” John managed. Vanessa continued using her mouth to tease and play with his dick as John struggled to read what he was typing.

< V: Hey, I’m sure my message is a little complicated for you to read seeing the way you text. But I thought I’d let you know that your girl’s mouth and tits feel amazing. Wonder if I’ll find out how tight she is. >

< F: ur ded nd gud luk shz nt guna lt u pt ur dik in hur pus shz 2 uptit >

“I think I’m getting a headache just trying to translate this. I think he said you’re too uptight?” John guessed, half squinting as if that would make understanding any easier.

“He what? Let me look at that,” Vanessa fumed, pushing John off herself and taking her phone back. “That’s what he thinks, is it? Frank, you’re a huge moron. Fuck him! Asshole!”

She rushed over to her bag angrily rummaging around inside of it. Once she seemingly found what she was looking for, she collected all of her things as well as John’s pants and underwear and stormed towards him, grabbing his dick to lead him towards the door.

She poked her head out, looked both ways, then pulled him towards one of the classrooms, letting him go for a moment while she unlocked the door with a key. “Where’d you-” John started but Vanessa put her finger over his lips.

Once the door was unlocked, she pushed him in, closed the door behind them and turned on the old fluorescent lights. Luckily, the lights wouldn’t be seen from the outside as someone had spray-painted the window on the inside, for some reason.

She grabbed him by the dick again to lead him to the teacher’s desk at the front of the class. After dumping all of their belongings and hopping onto the edge of the desk, she pulled him closer, which was when John finally saw what she’d searched her bag for: a condom. Letting go of his dick for a moment, she opened the packet and slowly slid it over his dick.

John was a little disappointed, but since he couldn’t tell Vanessa it was safe without one, he’d have to bear with it. She leaned back on her elbows and looked at him. “This is your lucky day, John. You get to lose your virginity to me and we’re gonna take a bunch of pictures while we do it.”

John smiled looking down at her. “You know... I have a much better idea. I have a way that’s probably gonna make his blood boil, an-”

Unfortunately, he was interrupted by the sound of the bell for third period. The two looked at each other and couldn’t help but let out a disappointed groan.

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