When Cheryl texted you to meet her by the Vixens locker room you had no idea what to expect.
You were standing in the hallway with no one in sight.
Suddenly the door to the locker room slightly opened and you were pulled inside.
Cheryl pushed you up against the closed door and starting desperately kissing you.
After a few minutes she kissed her way down your jaw to your neck.
"Cheryl," you breathed out smiling, "I can't be in here."
As much as you wanted this to continue you knew the trouble you would be in if you were caught in the girls locker room.
She easily shut you up by kissing you again, "it's alright, no one ever comes in here at lunch."
She went back to leaving her cherry red lipstick stains on your neck and that was all the convincing you needed.
You took her by surprise by picking her up and pressing her against the lockers.
She guided you backwards to sit on the bench and eagerly removed your shirt.
You wasted no time in returning the favor.
With both of you now shirtless you tried to move her so she would be laying down on the bench but she stopped you.
"Not today Y/N," she said skimming her finger down from your neck to your chest leaving a faint mark in her wake.
She grabbed your hands and ghosted them up her sides until they landed on her breasts.
"I'm in control," she told you confidently while arching her chest into your touch.
"Fuck," you breathed out not realizing how much Cheryl dominating you turned you on.
"Good boy," she smirked as she started undoing the buttons of your jeans.
