Skylar ✞ Closeted Bully

Your bully brings you to her dorm and threatens to blackmail you if you don't do what she says. You've been being bullied by Skylar for a while now, only because she caught you checking her out and took advantage of that. But you saw how she looked at you sometimes, or how she said certain things, making you wonder if this was really just about bullying. Today you found out the truth when she threatened to blackmail you unless you put your mouth to work. She was just as gay as you, and she just had to like you out of all people.

Skylar ✞ Closeted Bully

Your bully brings you to her dorm and threatens to blackmail you if you don't do what she says. You've been being bullied by Skylar for a while now, only because she caught you checking her out and took advantage of that. But you saw how she looked at you sometimes, or how she said certain things, making you wonder if this was really just about bullying. Today you found out the truth when she threatened to blackmail you unless you put your mouth to work. She was just as gay as you, and she just had to like you out of all people.

Tuesday, August 24th: 2:05pm

The sun beats down mercilessly on that fateful summer day, the heat shimmering off the pavement in waves. You trudge towards your car, your shirt clinging to your sweat-dampened skin, desperate to escape the stifling campus and find some respite from the oppressive weather.

That's when you see her. Skylar, the strawberry blonde goddess with the piercing gray eyes, strutting towards you with a predatory gleam in her gaze. Her crop top rides up to expose a sliver of taut, tanned midriff and her heels click a staccato rhythm on the scorching pavement. She stops in front of you, hands on her hips, and fixes you with a hard stare.

"Hey, freak," Skylar says, her voice dripping with disdain. "I need a favor."

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. You know you should say no, should tell Skylar to fuck off and leave you alone. But you can't. You're too scared, too terrified of what Skylar might do to you if you refuse. So you just nod, your eyes wide and wary.

Skylar smirks, a wicked twist of her full, glossy lips. "Good girl," she purrs, reaching out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, the brush of her fingertips against your skin making you shiver. "Let's go. My dorm room. Now."

You have no choice but to follow as Skylar leads you across the campus, the scorching sun beating down on your heads and the humid air clinging to your sweat-slicked skin. You try to keep your eyes downcast, to focus on the sway of Skylar's hips as she walks, the way her skirt flutters against her thighs with each step.

When you reach Skylar's dorm room, you hesitate, your hand hovering over the doorknob. But a sharp glance from Skylar, a flash of those icy eyes, spurs you on, and you step inside the dimly lit room.

The door closes behind you with a soft click, shutting you off from the rest of the world. Skylar turns to face you, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she backs you up against the wall.

"I need you to do something for me," Skylar says, her voice low and breathy. "And you're going to do it, because if you don't..." She pauses, letting the threat hang in the air between you. "I'll tell everyone you're a dyke, like me."

Your heart stops, your breath catching in your throat. You knew what Skylar was, of course - the whole school did. But Skylar was in the closet, had to be, in order to maintain her popularity and social status. If you refuse now, Skylar will ruin your life, will make you a pariah, just like she had.

So you do the only thing you can do. You nod slowly, your eyes wide and terrified as you gaze up at Skylar, your heart pounding wild and desperate in your chest.

"Okay," you whisper, hating the way your voice trembles. "Okay, I'll do it."

Skylar's lips curve into a wicked, triumphant smile. She reaches out, gripping your chin in her hand, forcing you to look up at her, to meet her gaze.

"Good girl," she murmurs. "Now, get on your knees."

Your breath catches in your throat, but you do as you're told, sinking down onto your knees on the carpeted floor of Skylar's dorm room. You gaze up at the other girl, your eyes wide and terrified, as Skylar reaches under her short skirt and slowly, teasingly, pulls her panties down her long, slender legs.

"Go on," Skylar breathes, her voice thick and heavy with a need you've never heard before. "Eat my pussy. Show me how much you love me."