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Drea had her pinned to the wall of the gym, lips insistent as she kissed the blonde stupid. Her hands were squeezing Eleanor’s ass through her skirt, coaxing quiet whimpers from her.
“Drea,” she moaned, her own hands tangling in the brunette’s hair, pressing their lips closer together. Drea just hummed into the kiss, and Eleanor yelped when she pinched her butt.
Eleanor pushed her back, eyes flashing to the doors. “Someone could hear us,” she whispered, glancing back at Drea.
Drea kept squeezing her ass, as if she hadn’t said anything. Eleanor’s lips pursed into a frown.
“Drea, are you listening to-“
The hands left her ass, and went to her hair to pull, hard. Eleanor’s head snapped back, a throaty moan coming from her mouth as Drea pulled.
“Such a stupid slut,” Drea crooned, voice rumbling right next to Eleanor’s ear. “I don’t have to listen to you. You listen to me, and beg me to keep talking.”
Fuck.
Eleanor’s eyes went dark, pupils swallowing her irises, and she let out a keening whine.
“Answer me,” Drea said, jerking her hair again.
“Ok,” she forced out. “I listen to you.”
Drea relaxed her grip, and pulled Eleanor back in for a kiss.
“Now, you are going stand there and let me play with my little whore,” she said, her tone a harsh contrast to her words. “And you are going to think about all the awful things people would say if they could see you, desperate and whining, for my touch.”
The words sent a stab of want right to her gut, making her clit throb with need. Eleanor just nodded, mind already whirling with what people would say.
“Good slut,” Drea said, kissing her jaw. “Nice and compliant, just how I like you.”
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“I wonder what Gabbi would say if she saw you right now?”
Eleanor sobbed, curling in on herself, fingers clawing at Drea’s shirt. Her pussy was throbbing, so desperate for the release Drea had been denying her she could barely think.
“She’d probably think you’re some worthless whore,” Drea said, curling against Eleanor’s sweet spot again. “I can hear her now. “Eleanor Levetan, just letting any old girl fuck her now?” They’d all think you’re some whore, spreading her legs for anyone in school.”
“Drea,” she moaned, sobbing again when Drea’s thumb pressed her clit. “Please.”
Drea wiped a few loose strands of sweaty blonde hair out of her face. She grabbed her jaw, and forced the blonde to look up.
She cooed when she saw Eleanor’s face.
“You look wrecked, sweetheart,” she said, and Eleanor whimpered. “A needy little dyke slut begging for my fingers to finish you.”
Eleanor burned with humiliation, Drea’s words sending little shocks of pleasure to her clit, making her hips buck desperately.
“Please,” she whined, praying Drea would be nice soon. She needed to cum so bad.
Drea’s fingers stopped, and she actually cried. The brunette stepped back, her hand slipping out of her skirt, and Eleanor’s knees buckled, sending her to the floor. She sobbed in between Drea’s legs, head bowed low enough that her forehead was almost on the floor.
“If Rosehill could see you now,” Drea said, tilting her chin up so her tear-stained face was visible. “You’d make headlines, Eleanor. The prettiest, most pathetic whore in school.”
She whined again, tears brimming in the corner of her eyes. She was desperate.
“Aww, does my slut need to cum?” Drea cooed, her voice so patronizing it was just hot. “I bet you want me to shove my fingers back down your skirt, shove as many fingers as I can fit in there, make you cum nice and hard?”
Eleanor’s head bobbled, she was nodding so hard she looked like a bobblehead.
Drea’s fingers dropped her chin, and she laughed cruelly.
“Too bad, slut,” she said. “If you want to cum, you’re going to have to do it yourself. But you had better listen to exactly what I tell you to do.”
Eleanor stilled the hand that she had shoved between her legs, another whine creeping up her throat.
“Just rub yourself, over your panties, super lightly,” Drea ordered, and she complied, biting her lip at the minuscule amount of friction. Her clit throbbed when she brushed over it, and she unconsciously bucked her hips forward. At Drea’s warning sound, she forced them to still, her fingers still lightly brushing over the soaked fabric.
“Keep rubbing, Ellie,” Drea said. “God, I just want to leave you here, wait for everyone to come see how pathetic you are.”
Eleanor whined, throwing her head back from how good the words felt. But she kept her hips still, her fingers still barely even touching her pussy.
“Now focus on your clit, just rub it hard for me,” Drea instructed, and she obeyed again, fingers rubbing tight figure-eights over her covered clit. Her orgasm loomed in the distance, like something tall and powerful.
“Now finger yourself,” Drea said. “Only two, and make it feel good. But don’t cum, not yet.”
Eleanor, having shoved three fingers in as soon as she heard the first part, whined again, removing one finger felt like torture. And she slowed her pace, slowly thrusting in-out, in-out. Her vision was starting to get blurry she was so horny, mind clouded over by everything except her desire to cum, to get that release she needed.
“Oh, who’s my pathetic little crybaby?” Drea said, and Eleanor realized the wetness on her cheeks were tears. She was crying. “Does the little slut need me?”
She moaned as her fingers found her sweet spot, curling them to hit it with each thrust.
She was getting closer, and closer, her orgasm about to hit, stomach tightening up and the pleasure sparked, and started to roar through her body, and-
A hand around her wrist pulled her fingers away before she could cum. Her eyes flew open, and she saw Drea smirking at her, licking the wetness from her fingers.
“Oh, baby,” she said, voice dripping with contempt. “You didn’t listen to me.”
Her body was burning, need coursing through her body like claws, and she actually started to cry.
Drea soothed her in her arms, but avoided any touch to her throbbing pussy.
“Shh, easy baby, breathe,” she whispered into Eleanor’s ear, the blonde gasping for air between sobs. “Just breathe for me.”
She heard the door creak open, and even through her horniness-induced fog, panicked, jerking away from Drea to hide. Her arms didn’t yield, though, and she froze when she heard footsteps coming towards them.
Eleanor blinked a few times, trying to clear the fog from her head, and saw a familiar face looking down.
Gabbi crouched next to them, smirking at Eleanor.
“How’s our little slut doing?” She cooed, cupping Eleanor’s flushed cheek in her palm. The blonde nuzzled into the touch, burning from her humiliating words, and from being caught like this. “She looks wrecked, Drea, what did you do to her?”
Drea kept stroking the back of her neck. “Nothing she can’t handle,” she said. “Right, Ellie?”
Eleanor mumbled something incoherent, Gabbi’s hand was so cold on her flushed skin, and Gabbi chuckled.
“She doesnt look like she’s handling it,” she said. Her other hand dipped between Eleanor’s thighs, and brushed over her panties. The blonde jerked forward, a broken gasp tearing itself from her lips. “Aww, Eleanor, you’re all messy. Only desperate sluts get this messy at school.”
The humiliating words only made her more desperate. She tried grinding against Gabbi’s fingers, but the other girl just pulled her hand away, wiping the slick on Eleanor’s skirt.
“She’ll live,” Drea said, and then let go of the blonde. Gabbi’s palm left her cheek, and she fell to her hands and knees, panting and forcing back tears.
“I think she can wait until tonight, don’t you?” Drea asked, and Eleanor’s stomach tightened.
“She’ll live,” Gabbi said, and Eleanor looked up at the two of them, eyes watering.
Drea took her jaw in her hand, pressing her fingers to the joint. Eleanor’s mouth opened against her will, and Drea smirked down at her.
“Eleanor,” she said, voice firm. “You are not allowed to touch yourself. Not even for one second.” Eleanor’s eyes widened, and she nodded.
“And keep those panties on until tonight,” Gabbi said. Eleanor shot her a surprised look, but couldn’t ignore the bolt of arousal that sliced through her core. “I know you love being messy for us.”
Drea released her jaw, and Gabbi patted her on the head like she was a pet. Both left her kneeling on the floor, face flushed, and panties absolutely drenched.
Eleanor had never been more turned on in her life. All she wanted to do was shove a hand down her skirt, rub her clit and finger herself until she was cumming hard in her panties, but she didn’t. She wouldn’t upset Drea.
She got to her feet, legs shaking underneath her, and headed to her next class.