Ava was hurrying through the hallway as fast as she could, papers flying from the books in her arms as she rushed to her next class. If she got one more tardy from history class she'd have Saturday detention. As she turned the corner onto the history hallway she bumped right into a tall, muscular blonde: Katrina, the captain of the soccer team.
Ava's eyes went wide. "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you!"
Katrina scowled, then broke into a warm smile. "Don't worry about it, there's no harm done. Although, it does look like you smeared your make up a bit. Come to the bathroom with me, I'll fix that right up for you."
Relieved the popular soccer player wasn't mad, Ava followed her to the bathroom, completely forgetting that she was going to be late.
Entering the bathroom, Katrina's eyes suddenly narrowed. "Listen here you little slut, you don't just run into me and get away with it." Her tan arms spun Ava around and reached into her short jean shorts. Ava yelped as her she felt fingers grab the hot pink waistband and pull the pink panties up her back, nearly to her neck in one tug. She tried to keep her toes on the ground, dangling from the grip of the taller athlete.
Katrina flipped up the back of Ava's shirt and unhooked her white bra, refastening the clasp with Ava's underwear in between. "Now, you better keep that in all day slut, I'll be checking in on you to make sure." With that Katrina stomped out of the bathroom.
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