Would she rather taze herself or taze Pillowtits?

The study table is the only thing left between you and Naomi. To your back is the wall. To your left, Pillowtits stands helplessly.

To your right is the aisle that leads past Naomi, but if you ran, you'd never make it past the tazer.

You have nowhere to run, so you ask her:

"Naomi, would you rather taze yourself or taze Pillowtits?"

She climbs on the table, grinning. You look up at her looming over you with the tazer pointed down at you. She looks so hot with her curves wrapped up in tight black jeans and her big round tits jiggling around in her tank top. Her luxurious brown hair is down, falling all over her tits, framing her pretty li...wait, what's that bright green shit?

She steps down from the table onto a chair, closing the last bit of space. Then you see it again, under her hair. It's bright fucking green and it's in her ear.

"I'm not listening, perv."

And then all at once she lunges at you with the tazer.

As you spasm on the ground, you dream of Naomi bullying you, getting her friends to pick on you, tormenting you in front of your teachers, even pantsing you. In each of your nightmares, she's the same babe she always was, and taunts you the same ways she always has, only in these electric flashbacks, she wears bright green earplugs every time.

When you wake up, you're in police custody, with a gag in your mouth. You got cocky. Your reign of raunchy rathers is over.