Sex Conspiracy

“Get over yourself, James,” she said, turning away from him. “WU! His touch was rough, as if he were trying to claim her, to mark her as his own. As James’s thick, wet lips smashed into hers, she could feel his desperation, his need to prove his worth by claiming her. But she had to do it. Walter, the sad sack of a math teacher with his greasy hair and desperate eyes, was out of the question. James, his stubby fingers trembling with excitement, began to explore her body as if he were discovering the lost city of Atlantis. Wu Zhang stumbled over, his small hand shooting out for her to take, expecting it was back to the hand-holding from previously. She knew he liked to watch her, to ogle her like she was some piece of meat. Jake hit send on the email to Kassie. She felt like a ticking time bomb, the weight of the blackmail emails pressing down on her. The flash was like a declaration of victory, a reminder that Kassie was in control and that she could take anything she wanted from this nerd. Her perfect, toned legs flexed as she delivered a swift, brutal knee to his chest. His touch was rough, as if he were trying to claim her, to mark her as his own.