Honey Flava

Tears threatened to flood out of her eyes, but she fought hard to keep them in. She hated that out of all the students in the school, she had to be the one teased by the whole football team.

“I didn’t know flower-print shirts were in style. Look at this shit, why the fuck would someone wear this?” Brody taunted.

“Not even my grandma would wear that crap,” Brody’s teammate Jeff said.

“Ju-ju-ju-just leave me alone!” Shirley stuttered as she tried to walk away, but they all blocked her.

“Oh, wow, she speaks. Did you guys hear her speak? I didn’t know she could speak English. Ready, boys?” Brody asked as he looked at his teammates.

Shirley closed her eyes as the spurts of Silly String struck her body. The sounds of deep laughter surrounded her, and all she could do was fall to her knees. She’d never felt so humiliated in her life. That day earned her a new nickname. Not only was she Nerdy Shirley, but she was branded Silly String Shirl.

Every day in high school, Shirley was the butt of everyone’s jokes. The worst teasing came from Brody Orsino and his football teammates. They never got in trouble for harassing her because they were treated like royalty.

When Shirley graduated high school she was so thrilled. She made sure to attend a college that was hundreds of miles away from Manthis so that she would never see any of her classmates, especially Brody Orsino, ever again.

Yet here she was, staring into his eyes, eight years after he’d tortured her in high school. From what she could see, he hadn’t changed much. He still looked like the young jock he was back in high school, and he still had an arrogant aura.

His warm breath brushed her face as he leaned closer to her. Snapping back into her Mistress Charisma role, she quickly dodged his lips and walked away from him.

“Where you going, baby?”

Ignoring his question, she asked, “What exactly brings you here, Brody?”

“I’ll be honest. I want some hard-core fucking.”

“Everybody wants that.”

“Look, Mistress Charisma, I didn’t come here for a freaking interview. I need some pussy right now.”

“Oh, yeah? Well then…” Mistress Charisma reached for her riding crop, stashed beneath the bed.

Walking toward Brody, she grabbed his hair and pulled his head down to her height. She dragged her tongue along the side of his neck, making him moan. He responded by grabbing her ass and pushing his crotch against her. She was actually impressed with his level of arousal. He was definitely packing major heat in his pants.

“Na-uh,” she warned, and with the flick of her wrist Mistress Charisma slapped the riding crop on Brody’s ass.

“Ow!” he exclaimed as he jumped up in surprise.

“Don’t touch me,” Mistress Charisma said firmly.

“Fuck this, I didn’t come all this way for this shit,” Brody huffed as he began to walk away.

Mistress Charisma kept her cool, and before he could even take two steps, she placed her hand on his cock.

“Did you really think all I did to your friends was fuck them?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“I guess they didn’t elaborate on exactly what my specialty is. Sex is more than fucking, Mr. Brody Orsino.”

Brody’s facial expression changed when Mistress Charisma got down onto her knees.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said.

“I love to fuck against walls, do you?” Mistress Charisma asked while petting his cock through his pants.

“I’d fuck in a filthy Dumpster if I had to,” he grunted, and quickly reached for his zipper.

“Take off your clothes and follow me,” Mistress Charisma said as she walked to her favorite wall.