As any guy in my position would’ve, I stared a bit too much at Bridget. How could I not, with such a feast of flesh on display in front of me? The smooth, tanned skin of her thighs was far too tempting. And that’s without taking into account her breasts either.
That cleavage really was something special. Her shirt stretched tight around her ample chest. And that was even with a few too many buttons undone around the collar, loosening it. Because of how her neckline dipped, hints of the pink bra beneath were visible, too. Hints that caused a stirring in my pants.
Of course, with how openly I stared at her, it should’ve come as no surprise that she caught me. Still, the girl didn’t say a word about it.
Instead, she frowned and said. “Well?”
“W-well, what?” I stammered, not just out of embarrassment but because I had no idea what was going on.
Getting caught ogling her was one thing. Her presence alone would’ve been enough to leave me flustered, but still there was more. She was, for whatever reason, talking to me, deeming me worthy of conversing. I didn’t deserve that; I didn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as her.
Could this be… No, definitely not. I wouldn’t dare hope, but still the thoughts were there.
Slutty clothes didn’t make one a slut. I’d never judge someone like that. And besides, plenty of girls wore their uniform in a similar fashion to her. None of them had the same reputation she did, however. A reputation for being…
Well, rumour had it she’d taken turns with the entire football team. In a SINGLE night no less.
That was just the start, too. There were more rumours than I could count floating around about her. While many, I imagined, were made up, some had to be true. Especially considering she didn’t deny them. ANY of them. If anything, she seemed to take a strange sense of pride out of them.
How a girl like that didn’t get expelled from a school as strict as this, I didn’t know. What about all that religious shit they tried to shove down our throats?
Well, okay, maybe I kind of knew why they didn’t expel her. You see, when it came to her family, she wasn’t exactly a no one.
Sure, that was a topic surrounded in even more myth and rumour than her sluttiness, but the truth remained. Her father was, for whatever reason, inexplicitly rich.
Impatience flashed across Bridget’s face as she stared daggers at me. Even with such an emotion at play, she still looked drop-dead gorgeous. Really, some people had all the luck. Beauty to rival that of a supermodel, and a ridiculous level of wealth—what didn’t she have going for her?
Even her face met the ridiculous expectations her body set. Bright pink lips, a striking nose, and rosy cheeks. Her complexion was just perfect, too. Although I expect that took some significant effort to maintain every morning. Her hair too.
Those golden locks of hers were immaculate. Not a strand out of place. And when combined with her bright, blue eyes, which shone like sapphires, she could not be beat.
“Do you want me to suck you off, or what?” She spoke to me again.
Although her voice dripped with the usual bratty irritation, her words left me shaken to my core. Shaken and confused.
This couldn’t be happening. I must’ve still been dreaming, or…
NO!
I glance at the group of girls nearby, whispering and looking back at us, at me.
Fuck, she overheard my comment. They all must’ve. I’m so dead!
Obviously, this was a trap of some kind. She sought to humiliate me. There was no other explanation. Or maybe she wouldn’t do it herself.
Yes, that made more sense. Queen Bee, she might be, but she rarely got her hands dirty. Why bother when there were always others ready and willing to enact cruelty on her behalf? Derek came to mind first and foremost.
As beautiful as she was, it should’ve come as no surprise that she had a boyfriend. Why anyone was willing to date her with the reputation she had, I had no idea. If the things they say about her were true, she cheated on him far too many times to count. But hey, maybe he was into that.
And of course, who in school would have the audacity to date a girl of her status, slut or no? Why, none other than the most popular guy in school.
God, I hated that douchebag so much. He was real grade-A asshole material. Him and the rest of his clique, too.
Calling them bullies would be an insult to bullies everywhere. Seriously, they were the kind of guys that watched tropey TV and decided the jocks were role models to aspire to.
Somehow, I’ve managed to avoid their ire so far, but I could say goodbye to that now. Whatever pitiful luck gifted me such a mercy has well and truly turned on me.
There was no world in which he wouldn’t find out about this. Bridget wouldn’t even need to tell him herself. She hadn’t been particularly quiet. The girls, her hangers-on, definitely overheard us.
And then there were the guys. While they weren’t as close and talked boisterously amongst themselves, it wasn’t unimaginable for them to hear her too. Worst of all, if I wasn’t mistaken, a couple of them hung around Derek.
FUCK!
The girl before me scoffed impatiently and tapped her foot. The sound of which drew my focus back to her, specifically, to what she just said only a moment ago. Only then did I actually process the words and what they meant.
She asked me if I wanted her to suck me off or not…
That was shocking to say the least. Not only did she overhear me, but she also offered to help me out. Why?
If this got back to her boyfriend, wouldn’t he be mad at her too? Unless, of course, he was a massive cuck, not that I would ever accuse him of that to his face.
And if he wasn’t involved somehow, how did pretending to want to give a blowjob to a loser like me humiliate me more than it did her?
None of this made any sense. What would compel her to say such a thing?
The more I thought about it, the more confused I grew. Although I knew for sure that this was a trap, I couldn’t fathom what her endgame was.
A part of me was tempted to go along with it. On the off chance she was serious, no matter how ridiculously small that was, could it have been worth the risk?
She did have that reputation, didn’t she? Maybe she really was a massive slut. So much so she’d suck off a guy like me, who didn’t deserve even a second of her time.
That said, I wasn’t an idiot. Worst come to worst, if I went along with this, I might’ve ended up earning a beating of a lifetime. No, what I needed was a safety net, some way to avoid that, or…
My eyes lit up, a grin spreading across my face. Finally, as the idea bounced around inside my head, I responded. “Sure.”
That’s it. That’s all I said, nothing more. Now the ball was in her court. What I did next depended entirely on her and where she would take this.
Without a word, she gestured for me to follow her. I did so in silence, standing from my desk and leaving the classroom with her. No one said a word about our departure. No one even so much as glanced at me.
People did, of course, look at Bridget as we made our way down the hallway. She was the most popular girl in school, after all. Wherever she went, she drew eyes.
No one paid me the slightest bit of attention, though. Not even her. She simply expected me to follow after her like a good little dog.
This afforded me the chance I needed to reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. A few taps of the screen later and I had the camera app rolling.
I wasn’t going to be able to take a video. That would be far too suspicious, but audio was a different story. It would come in handy when her boyfriend showed up and beat the shit out of me.
Like her, his family was wealthy. Still, not quite to the same ludicrous degree as hers. He simply came from a long line of generational wealth. Money that their kind were never afraid of throwing at problems to make them disappear.
That’s what this would be to them. A problem, one I’d make sure would turn into a payday for me.
You see, the recording was not to prevent Derek from beating me up; it was to threaten him with legal action when he inevitably did.
A bully he might be, but even he’s not stupid enough to kill someone at school. All I had to do was endure the pain. It would be worth it in the end. A little suffering now, and I would be set for some time, if not life. That was how rich they were. Enough to sweep trifles like assault under the rug.
Of course, that wasn’t guaranteed. For all I knew, he might not be in on it. This could’ve been a trap of her making alone. Fortunately, if he had nothing to do with it, the recording could also help me get out of whatever Bridget had planned. That was, if I got her on tape saying something juicy enough to hold it over her.
The only concern that prospect bore was taking it too far. I couldn’t actually blackmail her, not that such a thing was something I was actually okay with doing, morally. All I needed was a safety net. Insurance, of a sort.
After all, the last thing I wanted to do was push her too far and earn her father’s fury. If the rumours were true, he’d killed people for less.
Fuck me… Why did I think this was a good idea?
Unfortunately, it was a bit too late to back out now. What with how Bridget led me into a janitorial supply closet and locked the door behind her.