“Good morning, Victoria,” she greeted, her voice so cheery it made me want to punch her in the face.
“Hi, Satan,” I quipped back.
“Now is that any way to greet someone,” she smiled, moving in front of me. “Especially someone you have a crush on.”
“Excuse me?” I questioned, surprised she used this knowledge now, and not when she was with her dimwit posse.
Leaning in towards me she whispered in my ear, her hot breath making my pussy unwillingly tingle, “I know you are a cunt-muncher, and I know you have a crush on me.”
“T-t-that is ludicrous,” I stammered, suddenly feeling weak at the knees even as I tried to be strong.
“I-I-is that so,” she mocked me as she moved away from my ear.
“You are delusional,” I retorted. “Just because the whole school falls on their knees to worship you doesn’t mean I do.” As soon as I said it I realized the unintentional sexual implication of my words.
“Interesting visual,” she smiled as she turned and walked away, leaving me rattled, my pussy wet and confused by my weakness around her.
Frustrated and horny, I slipped in the bathroom and to an open stall at the end. Lifting my skirt up, I slid my panties down and began to pleasure myself knowing I would be distracted until I came and I needed to be focused if I was to beat the devious bitch.
I had barely begun pleasuring myself when others entered the bathroom. I froze knowing that being caught masturbating was social suicide. I lifted myself up so my feet were not showing and after a few seconds I heard the voice of Becka, the senior class genius and the first girl to befriend me when I moved here say, “We are alone, Mistress.”
The word ‘Mistress’ surprised me, but the voice that followed didn’t. “Excellent! We only have a few minutes slut, so go put the sign out and get back in here.”
“Of course, Mistress,” Becka said.
I heard Olivia’s heels click-clack to the stall beside me. A moment later, Becka returned and joined her in the stall. I reached for my phone and pressed record hoping to add another piece of blackmail to my arsenal of weapons to use against Olivia.
“Hurry up, we don’t have all day,” Olivia demanded, and I saw Becka’s, trademark long flowered skirt below the stall wall, as she dropped to her knees.
I held in a gasp even as my pussy began burning for attention.
“Yes, Mistress,” Becka again replied.
“That’s it slut, get me off quick, that bitch friend of yours really got me horny,” Olivia moaned, Becka’s tongue obviously already at work.
A few seconds later Olivia asked, “Did you know that Victoria is a cunt-muncher just like you?”
Becka’s tone was one of surprise, “No, Mistress, I never would have imagined.”
“Well, she will soon be joining you on her knees pleasing me, does that excite you,” Olivia said, even as her breathing increased.
“Yes, Mistress, I have fantasized about her ever since I met her,” Becka admitted, which surprised me.
“You really are a little lesbian slut, aren’t you,” Olivia continued.
“Yes, Mistress,” Becka admitted.
I couldn’t believe my ears. Becka had fantasized about me. If I had to pick the one girl in the whole school who would be sexually unspoiled it would have been Becka, yet there she was on her knees, eagerly pleasuring Olivia and maybe even fantasizing Olivia was me.