Kassie is blackmailed into kissing Wu. Amanda shares a similar task to kiss either James or Walter.
It was well past midnight when Amanda quietly slipped back into the house, her forced blind date finally behind her. Jake, was wide awake, his focus unbroken as his fingers danced on the keyboard. He juggled three emails simultaneously, each one a carefully crafted piece of his sick and demented plan of blackmail. Jake heard his mother sighing and complaining to herself.
This coming week, he was determined to raise the stakes and push their tasks to near limits.
Jake hit send on the email to Kassie. He had crafted it meticulously, detailing her next ghoulish and humiliating act. The email was blunt and uncompromising: "You and your hot friends must each give a nerd at school their first kiss by the end of the week. If you fail, your secrets will be out. Do not disappoint." Jake felt quite confident that his sister would not let him down.
The email to Amanda was more delicate. It read: "You know what to do. Kiss Walter or James. I don't care which one you choose, just make sure it's captured on camera and sent to me. You have until the end of the week. Remember, your business is at stake." He knew that this awful task would completely push her bitchy buttons.
Sommer's email was more daring and explicit. "I want you to record a jerk off instruction video for your OnlyFans page," Jake wrote, his heart racing with the excitement of the raw power he wielded over her. "Make it steamy. Don't disappoint, or I'll tell Amanda everything. You have the end of the week to get it done."
Monday morning, the air was thick with tension as Kassie stepped into the school's hallways. She felt like a ticking time bomb, the weight of the blackmail emails pressing down on her. Her once untouchable status now dangling by a thread of twisted whims. She marched fast through the throng of students, her perfect head held high, but her thoughts were anything but.
She had to find Wu, the nerdiest, least desirable boy in school to force her perfect lips upon. The thought of it made her stomach churn, but the alternative was unthinkable. To repeat the year, while her friends all graduated. It simply would not be allowed to happen! Kassie sighed.
Today she wore a nice outfit, her mother's brand, which she had to admit, hugged her curves in all the right places. A tight crop top that left her toned midriff bare, and a pair of yoga pants that made her ass look like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. Kassie had her hair in a stylish ponytail, her makeup flawless, and her eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings.
Despite her disdain for the task at hand, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of power in her ability to so easily manipulate others' desires. Kassie was perfect, and she knew it.
The hallways of the school were a blur of faces as she scanned the crowd for her prey. She spotted a group of nerds huddled together, whispering about their latest Dungeons & Dragons campaign.
Among them was Wu, the Chinese exchange student whose social status was so low, he practically had his own gravitational pull. Kassie rolled her eyes and sauntered over, her hips swaying in a way that was both calculated and mesmerizing.
"WU! COME HERE!" she snapped, her voice like a whip cracking through the din of chatter. The group of nerds flinched as one, their eyes darting around to see if anyone had noticed.
They had. The hallways grew quieter, and whispers began to spread like wildfire as the queen bee had apparently summoned one of the lowest forms of life at their school.
Wu Zhang stumbled over, his small hand shooting out for her to take, expecting it was back to the hand-holding from previously.
"No, you moron," Kassie ordered, her voice dripping with the kind of pure disdain that she kept reserved for the lowest of the low. "I do not want to hold your hand. Just follow me!" She didn't even bother to hide her contempt as Kassie turned on her heel and stomped down the hallway.
Her legs, those long, powerful legs that had been the envy of every girl and the subject of every boy's wet fantasy, moved with the grace of a young predator.
Wu, on the other hand, he had legs that seemed to have been borrowed from a much shorter person. They scurried and stumbled as he desperately tried to match Kassie's long, confident strides. His glasses slipped down his nose with every step, and he had to keep pushing them back up with a shaky index finger.
Kassie had lead them to one of the tiny rooms, used for the special education kids. The space was cramped and smelled faintly of stale glue and despair. A simple round table and a copying machine filled the room. along with two chairs that looked like they had seen better days. "Get in," Kassie viciously ordered the nerd, pointing to one of the chairs with a finely manicured nail.
Wu obeyed, his heart racing like it was about to pop out of his chest. He had no idea what was happening, but here he was, trembling with anticipation.
Kassie leaned against the closed door, her eyes narrowing as she took in the pathetic figure before her. "Listen up, dweeb. You're going to do exactly as I say, or I'll make your life a living hell," she hissed.
Wu swallowed hard, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. "What... what do you want now...?"
"Oh, don't play with me," Kassie snapped, her voice as sharp as the edge of a knife. She held up her mobile phone, the sleek device a stark contrast to the dingy room. "We're going to kiss, and we're going to take a picture of it." Wu's eyes went wide.
"But, why?" Wu stuttered, his voice squeaking.
"It's not for your benefit, that's for sure," Kassie sneered, her voice filled with the kind of malice that could make a saint weep. "Just do it and don't talk."
Wu's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as he sat there, his knees knocking together like a drum solo. He knew Kassie was not someone to be trifled with, and the thought of her turning on him was more terrifying than any monster in his nightmares. With trembling hands, he took off his glasses, revealing his wide, scared eyes. She sighed.
"Come here," she demanded, gesturing towards her with a small glare. He shuffled over, Wu's legs feeling like they were made of gelatin. As he approached, she leaned down, her full, plump lips pursed into a cruel smirk. He closed his eyes and waited for the kiss.
But instead of the soft touch he had dreamed of, Kassie grabbed his face with both hands, her grip surprisingly strong. She mashed their lips together in a brutal display of power, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth like a conqueror claiming territory. The kiss was wet, sloppy, and anything but romantic—more akin to a ravenous huntress feeding than anything tender.
The sound of the camera flash filled the room, a stark white light that illuminated their faces for a brief, brutal moment. The flash was like a declaration of victory, a reminder that Kassie was in control and that she could take anything she wanted from this nerd.
"Good, I have what I need," Kassie had started to say. "Hey, what!"
She hadn't expected Wu to lean back in and kiss her again, his eyes open this time, a look of determination on his face. It was a kiss fueled by a desperation she had never seen in the halls of their school. It was a kiss that spoke of a hunger she didn't expect.
Her body was pinned against the cold metal of the door, his hands on her hips, holding her in place as if she might escape. And for a second, Kassie was frozen. The rage in her heart had been so intense, but now it was giving way to something else entirely.
But she couldn't let that happen. She couldn't let this little worm think that he had any power over her, not even for a moment. With a snarl, she pushed him away. "What the fuck are you doing?" she spat, her voice a hiss of pure venom. "Aren't we kissing?" Wu wondered eagerly.
Wu looked utterly lost, his glasses askew and his heart racing. The taste of her lip gloss was still on his mouth, a sweet and bitter reminder of his own desperation. "One kiss, that was it." Kassie scolded him, her voice cold and hard as ice. But Wu had other ideas.
As she moved to open the door and leave, he lunged again, his arms wrapping around her waist like a desperate octopus. He had never felt this bold, this... alive. It was as if the first kiss had stripped away his inhibitions, leaving behind a creature driven by pure lusting need.
"Wu?! What the fuck?!" Kassie raged. Her perfect, toned legs flexed as she delivered a swift, brutal knee to his chest. The impact was like a sledgehammer to a piñata, folding him over with a wheeze. But the little worm wasn't so easily shaken off.
He clung to Kassie's leg, his hands digging into her skin through the thin fabric of her fine yoga pants. Kassie could feel the beginnings of a bruise, a blossoming insult to her otherwise utterly flawless skin. "Get off me, you freak!" she spat viciously.
Wu looked up at Kassie, his eyes alight with a desperate hunger. "Please," he begged her, "just one more kiss. I can live for the rest of the week with one."
Kassie's thoughts raced. If she had to endure more of this blackmail shit, she might as well get ahead of it. With a sigh, she bent down, her hand pressing against his chest to keep him at bay.
"One more kiss," she warned, her eyes narrowed, "and then you'll stop bothering me, until I got use for you again." Wu nodded eagerly. "Let's do it properly, don't fucking pull on my pants and mess up my stuff, you freaking dweeb." Kassie muttered and she dragged Wu over to the table.
They kissed again, but this time it was different. Kassie felt a strange thrill run through her body as his hands moved from her hips to her back, pulling her closer. He wasn't as pathetic as she had thought. When he was... assertive like this. It was almost like he had a backbone, strange!
Wu's hands had moved from her back to the side of her waist, and then... "You have your hand on my breast..." Kassie noted quietly, breaking the kiss.
"Sorry," Wu mumbled, his cheeks burning redder than a ripe tomato. "It just happened."
Kassie studied him with a newfound curiosity, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Well, they are kind of a big target, aren't they," she said, her voice letting out a slight laugh. "Anyway, we are done."
Jake's eyes were glued to the image of Kassie and Wu, the stark and extreme contrast of their bodies was fascinating. The email had proven that his sister was quite expedient at getting her tasks done. He decided to leave Kassie alone for the rest of the week, she didn't even need to bring the other girls into it as per his original demand.
Meanwhile, at the gym where Amanda shot her workout videos, she was trying to keep her cool and collected composure while her mind was racing like a Formula 1 car. The email had her on edge. She knew she had to kiss either Walter or James. But the thought of betraying Sommer was unbearable to her. "I can't do it," Amanda whined to herself.
Walter, the sad sack of a math teacher with his greasy hair and desperate eyes, was out of the question. His mere presence made Amanda's skin crawl. On the other hand, James was a foul different beast entirely. The thought of kissing him made her stomach churn.
But here he was, the toad-like figure, setting up the camera for her next video shoot. His stubby fingers fumbling with a tripod, as he mumbled to himself about lighting and angles. James was the kind of guy who'd never get a second glance in a crowded room, what a pig!
Since the day she had been forced to her knees before him, the power had shifted. It was like a noxious fume that filled the air around them, a silent declaration of his new dominance.
Amanda couldn’t help but eye James’s body critically as he fiddled with the camera, setting it up to capture her in the most flattering angles. His belly was a little too soft, his arms not quite muscular enough, his face a collection of unfortunate features that zero Instagram filters could ever hope to conceal. And yet, here she was, forced to kiss him to satisfy twisted desires of the unknown shadow broker behind the scenes. One day, Amanda swore. She'd catch that fucker!
"Hey, James, can you hold that for just a second?" she asked, her voice dripping with a forced sweetness. She walked over to him, her hips swaying in a way that made him look up from the camera with a foul greedy expression. She knew he liked to watch her, to ogle her like she was some piece of meat. Well, today he'd get more than he ever bargained for.
As she approached, James's eyes followed her every move, his tongue darting out to wet his thick, pug-like lips. The smugness was written all over his face, like a real loser who'd found a loophole in the rules of life. "I was hoping you'd do some more apologizing, bitch," he sneered, his eyes roving over her hot perfect body. Amanda froze at his vicious words.
"Excuse me?" she asked, her offended voice icy with contempt and clear dismay.
James chuckled, his fat, stubby fingers still adjusting the camera. "Oh, don't play innocent with me, Amanda. You're just a pretty face with a hot body that got you everything you ever wanted," he said with a sneer, his beady eyes glinting with malice. "Now, you're going to pay the price for mistreating people, you bitch." She noticed that the camera was recording everything.
James grabbed her suddenly by the arm, in a most rough manner. "You son of a bitch."
Her eyes narrowed, and she felt the rage building up inside her. "Let go of me, you disgusting little man," Amanda hissed, trying to pull her hand free from his grubby grasp. But James was surprisingly strong, his grip tightening around her wrist like a vice.
"We have filming to do, you're not going anywhere," James sneered, his yellow teeth bared in a grin that was more of a snarl. He pulled her in closer, his hot breath on her face as he leaned in for a kiss. She could feel his excitement, his desperation to claim a piece of her, and it made all of her skin crawl. The camera was still recording, one kiss, and Amanda would have everything.
But she had to do it. For Jake. For Kassie. For Sommer. For herself. With a sigh that was more of a growl, she ceased her struggling. "Fine," she whispered. "I'll apologize, with a single kiss."
James's triumph was palpable, his chest puffed up like a blow fish. He leaned in, his stubby fat fingers releasing her arm to cup her cheek. His touch was like a slap in the face, a declaration of his victory. But Amanda had plans of her own. Soon she would have it.
As James's thick, wet lips smashed into hers, she could feel his desperation, his need to prove his worth by claiming her. But she remained passive, allowing him to believe he had the upper hand. His kiss was clumsy, unpracticed, like a loser fumbling with something too complex for a worthless cretin to understand. It was clear that James had never kissed a woman before. Pig!
Amanda's mind raced as she felt his tongue probing her mouth, pushing against her teeth as if trying to force his way into her soul. She could taste the stale coffee and some cinnamon on his breath, and she had to fight the urge to gag.
Her eyes remained open, staring into the depths of his beady little peepers as he kissed her, his foul tongue writhing and slithering like a serpent seeking its prey. His other hand moved from her cheek to her shoulder, then down to her large chest.
"Just the kiss," Amanda warned through gritted teeth, pushing his hand away. But James was not to be denied. She could feel his excitement growing. He was getting off on this, pathetically.
"What if I feel like you owe me something more?" James whispered, his voice low and greasy. His hand slid down her body, his fingers brushing against the side of her breast. She stiffened, her eyes narrowing. "You're pushing it," she seethed, a hint of frosty-steel within her voice now.
But James was too lost in his newfound power to care. He squeezed her big tit, feeling the firm flesh under his grubby grip. "Somebody has some serious dirt on you," he said, his voice cruel.
Amanda was dressed in a tight red workout outfit that left nothing to the imagination. Her large, round breasts pushed against the fabric. Her toned abs rippled with tension, the muscles in her legs flexing as she tried to maintain her composure. Her fine lengthy, platinum blonde hair was swept back into a high ponytail, the ends brushing against her strong shoulders.
James, his stubby fingers trembling with excitement, began to explore her body as if he were discovering the lost city of Atlantis. He caressed her hips, his sausage-like digits squeezing the firm flesh beneath the thin fabric. His touch was rough, as if he were trying to claim her, to mark her as his own. His eyes never left hers, searching for any sign of pleasure or submission.
But Amanda was not one to be claimed so easily. She remained stoic, her breathing even as his hands roamed her curves, tracing the lines of her abs, then sliding down to cup her firm buttocks. His fingertips dug in, his nails leaving faint half-moons of pressure on her skin.
The camera kept rolling, capturing every sordid detail of James's groping. Amanda's mind raced, thinking of the humiliation she'd have to endure if this video ever saw the light of day.
She allowed James's grubby hands to continue their exploration, his fingertips sliding under her waistband, teasing the edge of her panties. His breath grew heavier, his eyes glazed with a foul hunger that made her skin crawl. But she kept her expression neutral, her body taut with anger.
With a sudden, violent move, Amanda pushed James away. "That's enough," she spoke firmly. Her voice like a whip crack. James's eyes were wild, his chest heaving with lust. "You got your fucking kiss, now get the hell out of my personal space!" Amanda snapped.
James stumbled back, his face flushed with a mix of arousal and anger. He knew he'd crossed a line, but the taste of power was like a drug, making him bold. "You liked it," he sneered, voice thick with need. "You liked being my dirty little slut."
Amanda's eyes flashed with anger. "Don't you ever call me that again," she warned, her voice a deadly whisper. "Don't think for one second that you're anything to me other than a little pawn."
James stepped back, his hand dropping to his side. He knew she was right, but he couldn't help the way his body responded to her, the way her curves called to him like a siren's song.
"You'll pay for this," he muttered under his breath, his voice shaking.
Amanda rolled her eyes, her disdain clear. "Get over yourself, James," she said, turning away from him. "You're nothing but a sad little man with a sad little life, and I pity you." She smirked.
But James was not to be deterred. He grabbed her by the shoulder, spinning her around to face him. "You'll pay for that," he growled, his eyes dark with a rage that she had never seen.
Before she could react, his hand was at the back of her head, pushing her down towards his crotch. She could see the hardness of his erection straining against his pants, and she realized with horror that he was going to force her to give him a blowjob. She struggled, but his grip was like iron, his strength surprising for such a loser of a man.
Her knees hit the floor with a thud, the coldness of the gym's tiles seeping into her bones. James unbuckled his belt with one hand, his breath coming in harsh pants as he pulled out his small, veiny cock. "Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice thick with a crazed lust.
Amanda's heart raced as she stared up at him, she took a deep breath and parted her full, glossy lips.
"Suck on my balls, deep throat me like the slut you are."
Amanda leaned in, her eyes never leaving his, and took him into her mouth. Amanda focused on his balls, rolling them around her wet tongue, feeling their weight and warmth. She knew it was what he wanted, what James craved.
James moaned, his grip on her neck loosening slightly as she worked her magic. She could feel him growing harder, his breathing becoming more erratic. With a sudden move, she took his entire shaft into her mouth, her throat muscles contracting around him.
He groaned in pleasure, his hips bucking forward. She gagged, her eyes watering as she fought the urge to pull back. But she knew she had to push through, to give him what he wanted so she could end this nightmare.
Her nose pressed into his thick pubic hair, his cock reaching the back of her throat. She could feel his hands tightening in her hair, guiding her movements. The salty taste of his precum filled her mouth as she deep-throated him, her cheeks hollowed out as she took him in.
Her eyes began to water, her nose running as she struggled to breathe. But she kept going, her mouth moving faster and faster, her tongue sliding along his length. She could feel his body tense, his legs shaking with the effort of holding back his climax.
Finally, with a grunt, James pulled out of her mouth, his cock pulsing with need. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice a low growl. "Look me in the eyes when I come."
Amanda did as she was told, staring up at him with a mix of defiance and despair. She knew this was not the end, that James would keep pushing until he had broken her completely.
With one final, violent thrust, he came, his hot seed spurting into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed it all, her eyes never leaving his. He watched her, his own eyes filled with a twisted satisfaction.
When he was finished, James zipped up his pants with a smug smile. "You're mine now, Amanda," he said, his voice dripping with victory. "And don't you ever forget it."
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