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for my story "Sleeping In School Part 1"
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Again?” he continued. She blushed slightly. “So, she acted like she was SO much better than me, like she would never ever go out with someone like me, that I could never be good enough. I came up behind her and put this-” and he pulled a white rag out of his pocket, “over her pretty little face. She never knew what hit her. I was going to really humiliate her too…but SOMEBODY messed that part up, didn’t she?” He glared at Denise.
“What? How dare you try to blame ME for any of this!” Denise was furious now. “You somehow think it’s okay to do what you did? And humiliate her like that? If I hadn’t been the one to show up, her life would be ruined!” Denise started to come around the desk. “I’m going down to the office right now, young man, and report this, and have them call the police! You are in BIG trouble!”
Ryan didn’t respond as he watched her move towards the door with interest. He opened the bottle and soaked the rag with it, then waited until she was at the door to move towards it, watching as she tried the doorknob. It didn’t turn. Agitated, she tried again, and again. Her master key was still laying on the desk. She turned around again.
“It’s locked! I need my key…” Her eyes widened a bit as he came closer.
“Of course it’s locked,” Ryan stated coolly as he strode up to her, pulling the chloroform-soaked rag out from behind him. “Did you really think I was going to tell you all that, and then let you just leave?”
“You little bastard!” Denise blurted out. She looked down at him, standing there in a tshirt and shorts, and barely coming up to her chest. At 5’7”, she would have towered over him anyway, but with her five-inch heels on, she felt like a giant in front of him! “What do you think you’re going to do with that? I’m not some little girl you can take by surprise, and I’m sure as hell a lot bigger than you!”
Ryan smiled as he looked at the confident, arrogant woman in front of him. Denise was in a button-up lavender blouse, a black skirt that came almost down to her knees, black thigh high stockings, and the aforementioned black heels. He raised the cloth towards her face.
“You may be bigger, but I wrestled when I was here, I’m a lot stronger than I look, and I’m going to knock you out, just like I did with Andrea!” He pushed the cloth in his right hand towards her face, with as much force as he could muster.
“The hell you are!” Denise retorted, as she grabbed his right wrist with her left hand, trying to hold him back. He kept pushing though, and had her pushed against the door, getting closer to her face. But Denise was just as determined, and she reached over with her right hand and grabbed the same wrist, holding him off.
Ryan smiled as he continued to try and press his hand towards her face, occupying both of her hands. His left hand was trailing up around the spot where her blouse met her skirt, and he decided he needed to create a bit of a distraction, so he slipped his fingers up under her blouse, pulling it free from her skirt as his fingers grazed over her tight, tanned stomach.
“WHAT are you doing?” Denise exclaimed suddenly, as her instincts took over, and her right hand went immediately down to push his left one away. It was all the opening he needed, as he suddenly pressed harder with the cloth, breaking her grip on his wrist and pressing the cloth over her nose and mouth before she could stop him.
“Mmmm!! Mmmmmm!!” Denise struggled as she tried to pull either of his hands away from her, her eyes wide in shock as she breathed in some of the chloroform. “MMMMM!!!” And then, in a flash, she brought her right knee up, squarely between his legs, hard. Ryan fell backwards, his free hand clutching at the spot she had kneed him at.
“You fucking BITCH!” he shouted angrily, as she shook her head, trying to clear it of the momentary dizziness the chloroform had effected on her. He was still in pain as she started to slowly walk away from the door.
“I told you it wasn’t gonna happen!” Denise screamed at him as she got her bearings once again, and as she did, she glanced across the room, seeing her purse sitting on the desk. Her phone was in it; all she had to do was reach it, and call 911. She started to rush across the room as quickly as she could in her heels, a bit unsteady still from the chloroform.
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Again?” he continued. She blushed slightly. “So, she acted like she was SO much better than me, like she would never ever go out with someone like me, that I could never be good enough. I came up behind her and put this-” and he pulled a white rag out of his pocket, “over her pretty little face. She never knew what hit her. I was going to really humiliate her too…but SOMEBODY messed that part up, didn’t she?” He glared at Denise.
“What? How dare you try to blame ME for any of this!” Denise was furious now. “You somehow think it’s okay to do what you did? And humiliate her like that? If I hadn’t been the one to show up, her life would be ruined!” Denise started to come around the desk. “I’m going down to the office right now, young man, and report this, and have them call the police! You are in BIG trouble!”
Ryan didn’t respond as he watched her move towards the door with interest. He opened the bottle and soaked the rag with it, then waited until she was at the door to move towards it, watching as she tried the doorknob. It didn’t turn. Agitated, she tried again, and again. Her master key was still laying on the desk. She turned around again.
“It’s locked! I need my key…” Her eyes widened a bit as he came closer.
“Of course it’s locked,” Ryan stated coolly as he strode up to her, pulling the chloroform-soaked rag out from behind him. “Did you really think I was going to tell you all that, and then let you just leave?”
“You little bastard!” Denise blurted out. She looked down at him, standing there in a tshirt and shorts, and barely coming up to her chest. At 5’7”, she would have towered over him anyway, but with her five-inch heels on, she felt like a giant in front of him! “What do you think you’re going to do with that? I’m not some little girl you can take by surprise, and I’m sure as hell a lot bigger than you!”
Ryan smiled as he looked at the confident, arrogant woman in front of him. Denise was in a button-up lavender blouse, a black skirt that came almost down to her knees, black thigh high stockings, and the aforementioned black heels. He raised the cloth towards her face.
“You may be bigger, but I wrestled when I was here, I’m a lot stronger than I look, and I’m going to knock you out, just like I did with Andrea!” He pushed the cloth in his right hand towards her face, with as much force as he could muster.
“The hell you are!” Denise retorted, as she grabbed his right wrist with her left hand, trying to hold him back. He kept pushing though, and had her pushed against the door, getting closer to her face. But Denise was just as determined, and she reached over with her right hand and grabbed the same wrist, holding him off.
Ryan smiled as he continued to try and press his hand towards her face, occupying both of her hands. His left hand was trailing up around the spot where her blouse met her skirt, and he decided he needed to create a bit of a distraction, so he slipped his fingers up under her blouse, pulling it free from her skirt as his fingers grazed over her tight, tanned stomach.
“WHAT are you doing?” Denise exclaimed suddenly, as her instincts took over, and her right hand went immediately down to push his left one away. It was all the opening he needed, as he suddenly pressed harder with the cloth, breaking her grip on his wrist and pressing the cloth over her nose and mouth before she could stop him.
“Mmmm!! Mmmmmm!!” Denise struggled as she tried to pull either of his hands away from her, her eyes wide in shock as she breathed in some of the chloroform. “MMMMM!!!” And then, in a flash, she brought her right knee up, squarely between his legs, hard. Ryan fell backwards, his free hand clutching at the spot she had kneed him at.
“You fucking BITCH!” he shouted angrily, as she shook her head, trying to clear it of the momentary dizziness the chloroform had effected on her. He was still in pain as she started to slowly walk away from the door.
“I told you it wasn’t gonna happen!” Denise screamed at him as she got her bearings once again, and as she did, she glanced across the room, seeing her purse sitting on the desk. Her phone was in it; all she had to do was reach it, and call 911. She started to rush across the room as quickly as she could in her heels, a bit unsteady still from the chloroform.
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Mmmm very nice. 