(in an annoyed voice) "Don't bother me. I needed a place to sit so I could eat my lunch."

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At your rather harsh remark, Michelle is taken aback. You figure she's not used to guys rejecting her and her ego is wounded.

Sure enough, a few seconds later she growls at you. "Bother you? A beautiful girl, three of us actually, siting next to you, and that's a bother? Most guys would give their left arm to sit with us!"

"Ridiculous," you say without looking up. "You girls ain't anything special. Probably the only reason guys even give you a second glance is because you'll spread your legs for anything with a Y chromosome."

"Punish him for that insult, Kaylee," comes a voice that must be Jenna's. You finish your lunch and look up in time to see Kaylee walking behind you. WHAM! Kaylee's kick to your back makes you wince in pain.

You focus a glare onto Jenna. "Having your little minion kick me doesn't make what I said any less true," you say. "All three of you are some of the ugliest skanks in this school. I can see how giving it up would make you popular, but none of the guys who bang you actually like any of you."

"Ha!" Jenna says. "I'll make you take that remark back."

"You and what army?" you growl. The three girls stomp away angrily.

The afternoon goes normally, and you walk out the front door and head for where you parked your bike. You feel a blow to the back of your head, and within seconds you are unconscious. When you regain your senses, you are naked and tied to a bench in the girls' locker room. You are lying face up, with your hands drawn around the underside of the bench, wrists crossed and bound with feels like rope. Your legs are spread, your ankles crossed and tied beneath the bench in a similar manner. You're well and truly trussed up.

Three angry-looking, naked cheerleaders are looking down at you. Kaylee, Jenna and Michelle do a sexy shake-and-bake, and your dick stiffens on its own. "So, we're ugly skanks?" Jenna growls.

"Your dick seems to think we're attractive," Kaylee says with a giggle.

Michelle reaches a hand downwards and strokes your stiff rod, making your body shudder. "Apologize, boy, and we'll let you go. Your clothes and pack are under the bench."

Do you:

• Tell the cheerleaders you're sorry for insulting them
• Say nothing and wait to see what the cheerleaders do next

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