Before you can move an inch, the familiar sound of flip flops sounds down the hallway. The only one with footwear that loud could only be your bully, Kayla. You open your locker and pretend to be sorting through it, acting like you don't know she's coming. Normally someone would run away when their bully comes around. But not you. Kayla Lindt has been beating on you for the past ten years. An entire decade of her trying to stomp you out of existence. She treats you like a bug...and you love it. Your hidden fetishes come to life as she physically and verbally degrades you. It's a bit unhealthy, but you have a major crush on her.
It's not that hard to fall for her. Kayla is tall, blonde, and sexy as hell. Her body is tight and trim thanks to her exercise as the volleyball captain. Everyday she wears the same outfit. A white tank top that hugs her breasts, black yoga pants, and flip flops. She gets manicures and pedicures once a week, always with black nail polish. A long blonde ponytail reaches her butt. Her personality can be hard to deal with at times though. A total alpha, she needs to be in charge of others and can be incredibly bossy. That's why she only has two friends around her at all times.
Krissy and Shelli, two empty headed goons that can't do anything but follow instructions. They once tried to bully you in order to impress Kayla. The next day they came to school with black eyes. Kayla had put them in their place, saying she was the one that got to torment you and they were overstepping their bounds. Krissy is a chubby blonde and Shelli is is a skinny punk with pink, under cut hair. They act as her yes-men, basically following her and agreeing with whatever she says.
A loud crash rings out behind you. You fake surprise as you turn around to look at the flip flop clad foot. Her foot looks perfect as usual, the black polish glinting in the overhead light. You look up to see the blonde athlete smiling wickedly down at you. Time for some acting.
"K-kayla?! What are you doing here?!"
"Well, bug, I'm always here early. This is the only time of day I can get some peace in the weight room, but your shit sister kicked me out. I've been hoping to find a way to relieve some stress. You'll be perfect." Her foot slips out of her shoe and swings over to you. Before you know what hits you, she grabs you between her toes. The familiar smell of coconut lotion fills your nose, mixed slightly with sweat. You could recognize the scent of her feet anywhere. She slips her foot back into the shoe, pinning you between her foot and the toe divider.
"Let's go somewhere a bit more private."
Her weight presses into you hard. Hundreds of tons of weight press into you every step she takes, and you love every second of it. The warmth of her flesh, the smell of sweat and coconut, the smooth feeling of her soft skin. But something doesn't seem quite right. Her two goons aren't with her. Plus, she's just transporting you. Normally she'd be happy to stomp you into the ground there in the hallway. Why was she taking you somewhere else.
A few minutes later her foot pulls out, leaving you alone on the surface of her empty footwear. Her fingers snatch you up and hold you tightly in a fist. The pressure feels pretty nice, and it only gets better by Kayla holding you in front of her pretty face. You try to hide your blush by flailing around. Getting held by your crush like this is pretty nice...
"Tina, we need to talk." That, however, made you terrified. Firstly, Kayla has never called you Tina since you first met her. Then there's the tone of her voice. She's not calm like usual, she's worried about something. Lastly, she pulled you into this place, likely the janitor's closet, to talk to you instead of torture you. You stop struggling and look her in her beautiful blue eye.
"Alright, I'm listening." She seems shocked by your calm attitude but quickly recovers.
"Look, I'm going to be perfectly honest. The reason I pulled you in here like this is..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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