That's What She Said

(Warning: Rated R due to too much swearing, sexual comments, cocky bastards and crazy bitches)

"Why me? Can't you just pick some other bimbo who's actually willing to go along with your stupid plan?" I asked, my arms crossed over my chest and eyes glaring at the annoyingly hot guy in front of me, who just smirked.

"Where's the fun in that? Willing bimbos tend to be...boring. I need a girl who's stubborn and strong-willed. A girl who's able to resist and fight back...but will eventually submit in the end." He slowly walked towards me until I was up against the wall. He puts both of his arms on either side of me, blocking an escape.

"What makes you think I'm that girl?" I challenged, narrowing in my eyes, even though what he said is what I'll end up doing, But it's not like I'M gonna admit it to this cocky bastard who thinks with his little junior down there more than with his brain. Okay, maybe it wasn't so little considering what numerous girls who slept with him had said, but a girl can dream, right?

He chuckled lowly, and I can't help but admit that it sounded sexy as fuck. Yeah, I blame myself for being human and born a female with these stupid ass hormones and blood coming out of my vagina every month.

"Why don't you ask your body?" he whispered into my ear as he dipped his hand in the front of my jeans, the button and zipper already undone (HOW THE FUCK DID HE DO THAT?), and past the band of my frilly laced panties and stopped right on THERE. My 'Oh Fuck No' zone.

Oh shit. HE DID NOT JUST TOUCH ME THERE.

"Oh would you look at that? You're already wet," he whispered with a smirk.