WIO/Vixxen/s/Rinse your mouth
From Create Your Own Story
You rinse your mouth a few times to get the taste out of your mouth, it isn't working. You finally join your first period history class well after it began. Your teacher, a slender little bald man named Mr. Jamison, gives you a typical sarcastic welcome. "Good of you to join us Miss Layne, I hope we didn't get in the way of your beauty sleep."
Your best friend Nikki is in this class with you, and sits right by you, so you get another whispered sarcastic welcome from her. "You really should be a little more careful Vixx, A lot of people might have seen you pull up to school in that little Porsche." Nikki is stacked, 5'2", ass length brunette hair, very fit and muscular, a great tight ass and firm c cup breasts. You prefer boys, but she is sexy as hell.
You whisper back to Nikki, "What do you mean Nikki, what did you see?."
"I wasn't there, but another friend was." Nikki whispers back, "She recorded the car as it drove up, she loves sports cars, especially Porsche."
"Your phone buzzes, a text from Nikki, there is a video file. You open it and see Mr. Green's Porsche pull up, not quite in front of everyone, and then you see your head pop up from his lap. You hear the girl saw "Oh my God," As she zooms in on your face. She zooms in on you just in time to see a cum running out of the corner of your mouth, and see you wipe it off with your hand. The video follows you as you briefly speak with the man in the car, but focuses on your right hand, which has an obvious bit of cum on it.
The video follows you walking into school, and shows you licking the cum off your hand. "What a slut!" The girl making the recording says.
"Fuck me, has she sent this to anyone?" You text back.
"She said not yet, who knows." Nikki responds. "We are tight, she is a freshman, and she has a thing for me babe, I can convince her." Nikki responds.
"Kittylicker?" You text.
"Fuck you Vixx :), maybe you can convince her not to share it!" Nikki responds.
Class is dull, and school is easy for you. You normally carry very good grades. What you fight is boredom, and your hormones getting the better of you. You tend to think about sex more than you hear boys do.
You suffer through history and Mr. Jamison asks you to stay behind, and gives you detention for yet another tardy. "Mr. Jamison I am sorry, my dad took my car and I missed the bus, I did my best sir."
"Miss Layne, you can come see me during my free period." Mr. Jamison tells you, looking up at you, being a few inches shorter than you are. This guy won the genetic lottery, short thin, bald, and a loser.
"Ye sir, that is after athletics, I will come by Mr. Jamison." You reply, hiding your contempt for the little man, barely.
Mr. Jamison has an odd look about him, he doesn't seem to like you much either.
| Status | ||
| Day | 1 | Inventory:
Phone, wallet. |
| Time | 7:15 | |
| Money | $00 | |
