You were one of the most well know bullies in school and the town of Derry. You had always prowled the hallways of the school with the Bowers Gang, hand in hand with Patrick. A pure power couple.
All of the girls hated you. They either secretly feared or envied you. You couldn't be asked a question or even be glanced at by a little boy without the smell of urine wafting from their pants at your presence.
"Look at him." Patrick sneered at the chubby boy who was wide eyed, keeping his head in his locker, hopelessly trying to avoid eye contact. "He's such a pud."
"I think you're scaring him." You smirked up at Patrick.
He couldn't resist himself at the way he looked at you. Everything you did was so seductive and evil, he constantly fought the urge to rip your clothes off.
"You're sexiness is distracting me from wanting to beat this kid, baby."
"I'm sorry, Patty." You batted your eye lashes at him.
His eyes grew dark and you could almost hear a low growl coming from him. "It's this fatties' lucky day." He said as he placed his hands on your waist and pushed you past the innocent boy at his locker.
"Patrick, where are we going?" He was still pushing you down the hallway. He didn't answer.
It wasn't long before you were standing in front of the janitor's closet. You laughed to yourself.
"Back here again?"
"You know I can't help myself." Patrick opened the door and ushered you inside.
You both began stripping off your clothes in a hurry. Patrick locker the door behind him. He could feel himself grow more hungry for your insides. His height loomed over your small frame. The butterflies in your stomach turned into wasps that gnawed eagerly for him. Another detention spent in the janitor's closet.
"You want me over the table, daddy?"
