Y/n
"Role play?" I sigh pleasurably as Mikey kisses my neck and rubs my inner thigh.
"Think about it. You'll be my submissive good girl and I'll be the dominant bad boy who bends you over a desk." He says and nips at my ear.
To be honest with you, that sounded so damn hot. I've always wanted to try role playing with someone, that someone being Michael Clifford.
"Okay. Let's do it tomorrow." I replied, biting my lip and climbing on top of him.
And so it begins.
***Next morning***
I squirm in the bed Michael and I share. He had to go back to the asylum. But he was going to come back later for our special night.
I got up from my bed and made myself look presentable to go to the sex shop downtown
*** At the store ***
I awkwardly look around in the store, hoping to find the outfit I wanted. But there was no sign of a good girl costume.
"Excuse me ma'am, would you like any help?" A lady with colorful ink asks me with a smile.
"Um. I-I think so. I'm looking for a costume." I stutter. How do people even come in here and not feel super awkward?
"And what did you have in mind?" She smiles.
"Well my boyfriend and I wanted to try role playing. So we decided on the good girl and bad boy scenario." I tell the woman, this time with a bit less hesitation.
She hums understandingly and motions for me to follow her to the back of the store.
"I think I might have something." She says and holds out a schoolgirl outfit. You know, stereotypical red plaid skirt, knee socks, and a white button up shirt. That's cute.
"Are you sure? I want this to be good." I admit to the nice lady.
"It's perfect! Don't you worry about it!" She says and shoves the costume in my hand.
I nod anxiously and walk to the cash register, the nice lady walking behind me. I put the costume on the counter and wait for her to ring me up.
"Oh no honey! First visit is always free in my store. Now go make ya boy's dick stand up!" She chuckles as she puts the costume in a bag. I smile and drive home to prep myself.
*** At home***
I look at myself in the mirror and admire myself. I don't hate to admit it but damn I look good. (A/n girls have every right to feel that way if they want, there's nothing wrong with it. Its not called being conceited, its called confidence. You are all beautiful af btw.)
The top stopped right above my belly button, and the skirt was very short but it was all good, the set also came with white knee socks and I took out a pair of my black heels. Yas, the outfit was coming along great.
I checked the time and noticed it was 10:02. Babe said he'd be here at around 10:00 and I was growing anxious. You would too, trust me, you would. I heard the door open and I knew it was time.
*** scenario begins***
I hear a knock at my bedroom window and I immediately knew who it was. Michael. The school's biggest bad boy. Everyone feared him, and I'm not exaggerating when I say that even the teachers grow scared when he walks in the room.
