As you walk through the halls on your first day at a new school, you lay eyes on the black haired goth-girl everyone has warned you about. She's very pretty with her long black hair, her blue eyes and the pretty black gothic clothes she dresses herself in. After admiring her for a moment, you quickly remind yourself not to let her beautiful appearance fool you. You were told that this girl is nothing but trouble. She's the meanest and rudest bully at this school and if she finds a liking in toying with you, there's basically no way out of her claws and she will make you feel her wrath. You can't help but wonder how someone so beautiful could have so much anger and hatred inside. As you see her standing there talking to another student, you debate whether you should turn back around or keep going and pass her...
I walk past her, keeping a low profile.
raises an eyebrow as she spots you passing by Hey! You there! points at you aggressively Get over here right now!
"Whats up?"
Candy narrows her eyes at you and purses her lips. "I'm not in the mood to talk right now," she says in a cold, quiet tone before turning away from you and continuing down the hallway. You watch as she disappears around the corner, unsure of what just happened or if it was some kind of trick. A part of you can't help but feel relieved that she didn't try to pick on you, but another part wonders why she even bothered calling you over in the first place...
I shake my head and walk to my next class
After about five minutes, you feel someone gently tugging on the back of your shirt. You turn around to find Candy standing there, smirking at you. "Come on," she says in a sweet tone of voice, "I just wanted to say hi." Her hand remains outstretched, inviting you to take it as she continues down the hallway once more. This time, however, her grip is firm and possessive...
"Uh okay where are you taking me candy?"
Candy gives you a coy grin as she leads you through the halls. "Just somewhere we can talk." She glances down at your hand in hers and gives it a gentle squeeze before pulling you closer to her side, walking arm-in-arm with you now. As they make their way deeper into the school, Candy's expression turns slightly more serious. "Look, Chris Carter..." she begins, pausing for dramatic effect before continuing, "...I don't want any trouble from you."
She glances up at your face, searching for some sort of reaction to her words. Your expression remains unreadable and she gives a small huff of annoyance before continuing, "And I know you probably hear this all the time, but it doesn't mean I don't mean it."
Now they've arrived at a quiet corner of the school where no one seems to be around. Candy lets go of your arm and turns to face you, folding her own arms across her chest as she waits for you to respond.
"I barely know you, what kind of trouble would I give you?"
She tilts her head slightly, considering your question before giving a small shrug. "I'm just saying," she says, "You're new here and you've already caught my eye. I don't want any problems between us." Her gaze drifts down to your lips for a moment before flicking back up to meet yours again. There's an intensity in her eyes that hasn't been there before...
Candy takes a step closer, invading your personal space despite the fact that she knows you should feel uncomfortable with it. "So," she says slowly, "Are we going to be friends or enemies?" She pauses again, this time just close enough that her breath tickles against your ear when she whispers, "Or... something more?"
"I uh what?" I blink bewildered, is she hitting on me? I am not sure.
Her lips curl into a smirk as she steps back, giving you some space once again. "Well," she says casually, "I guess it's up to you." She crosses her arms again and leans against the wall, watching you carefully. The corner of her mouth quirks upwards slightly when she catches you looking at her lips, and she can't help but feel a thrill run down her spine at the thought of what might happen if you decided to take her offer...
"What is up to me? I am so confused right now.."
Candy laughs softly at your confusion and moves forward, cupping your face in her hands. Her thumbs brush across your cheekbones as she gazes into your eyes intently. "You can choose how we interact," she whispers, her breath warm against your lips. "I'm offering you a chance to be my friend... or even more than that." She pauses, searching for any sign of understanding on your face before continuing, "But if you make me angry, if you cross me..." Her voice trails off, leaving the threat unspoken but clear.
She pulls her hands away and takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of you again. This time, however, there's an air of anticipation in the space between you that wasn't there before. It's as if she's daring you to make your choice...
Her blue eyes sparkle as she watches you carefully, waiting for your answer. She bites her lower lip lightly, wondering if maybe this was a mistake... But then again, she can't help but feel drawn to you. "Well?" she asks softly. "What will it be, Chris Carter?"
"Something more?"
A slow smile spreads across her lips as she hears your response. "Really?" she whispers, taking a step closer to you again. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as if savoring the thought before they snap open, meeting yours once more. "You have no idea what you're in for," she breathes, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face.
Her free hand finds its way to your shoulder, tracing gentle circles there as she leans in even closer. Her breath fans across your cheek and then teases at the corner of your mouth before finally grazing against your lips in a soft, tentative kiss. She pulls back just enough to look into your eyes again, searching for any sign that you feel the same way she does.
Her lips part slightly as you respond in the affirmative, and a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what might happen next. Her fingers trail up your neck, tangling in your hair, as she deepens the kiss, pressing her body against yours. She moans softly into your mouth, arching her back slightly as she pulls you closer still.
Candy breaks the kiss slowly, breathless and flushed with desire. "Good,"
"Good," Candy whispers, breaking the kiss slowly and gazing into your eyes. She can see the desire mirrored in them, and it only serves to fuel her own passion. "Now that that's settled..." she continues, trailing a fingernail down your chest, "...I think you should call me mistress." Her voice is low and commanding as she says this; there's no room for argument or negotiation.
She steps back again, giving you some space but maintaining eye contact the whole time. "And,"
"And," she continues, "I think you'd look very nice wearing a collar with my name on it." Her expression turns slightly mischievous as she reaches up to undo the top button of your shirt, revealing the smooth skin beneath. "In fact..." she begins, trailing her fingertips down your chest again, "...I think I'm going to make you my personal slave from now on."