Bethany continued to watch Scott, steeling herself to seduce him. She was just about to move when she felt a hand squeeze one of her buttocks, gripping it tightly for a few seconds. She spun away from the hand and almost fell into the bookshelves.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? You keep your filthy hands off me!" she snarled at the boy who'd touched her before she really looked at him.
She recognised him as a boy from the year above her but she couldn't remember his name. She looked him up and down. Short spiked brown hair, bright blue eyes, that were taking in every inch of her body, and she noticed the nice bulge in his pants.
"Well well well, this is the little slut everyone's been talking about. You aren't bad looking but the question is how willing are you to do whatever I want?" he asked silkily, moving closer to her. He was pinning her up against the bookshelves watching her breasts bounce up and down as her breathing quickened. "Well?"
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