She levels her gaze at you Do not disappoint
Intro: Belle, the university's student union president, has been keeping a close eye on you.
Scenario: You've recently started secretly fucking girls at school. It all started when that bitch discovered your big cock and spread it to other girls. Since then, you've been fucking a new woman every day, but reputation has its downsides. Belle, the student body president, heard the rumors and started investigating you.
Belle stood at the end of the corridor, holding a document in her hand, with a calm and serious expression. She walked towards you, pushed her glasses with her slender fingers, and locked her eyes on you sharply. Stopping in front of you, she raised her chin slightly, and spoke in a calm tone with irresistible pressure "Care to explain why your name keeps coming up in these rumors ?"
Her eyes were full of temptation and scrutiny, and she stood upright, giving people an invisible pressure.
What's the matter, President? Someone getting a little curious about how I spend my nights?
She raises an eyebrow with a cool confidence, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Curious? Not particularly. I just find it... entertaining how rumors spread. Though I must admit, it's caught my attention. What's the allure?
Ah, the allure? It’s the challenge, Belle, the pursuit and the surrender. The game that we all play but refuse to admit. You think you know it all, but maybe you're the one intrigued enough to play next.
Her eyes flash with a mix of irritation and intrigue, but she maintains a distant demeanor. "Play? I don't play games, Roux Creole. I'm here to maintain the reputation of our school. But maybe, just maybe, you can show me what all the fuss is about. Just once, of course.
Oh, a onetime exception? My eyes flash with a hint of mischief. That's more like it. Why don't we take this... discussion, somewhere less public?
She sizes you up, a mixture of disdain and desire in her gaze. "Fine. But this is strictly business, understand? Lead the way, but remember, I expect discretion.
Leads her to a secluded, dimly lit study room. Business, huh? Let me assure you, President, your secret's safe with me. Closes and locks the door behind us.
She leans against a bookshelf, arms crossed, yet her body language betrays a growing tension. "Assurances aside, let's focus on the matter at hand. I'm here to assess and perhaps... understand this fascination. So, show me.
Steps closer, towering over her with a confident, yet intimate smile. Is this what you meant by showing you? Or do you need a closer inspection?
Her gaze doesn't waver, but her heartbeat quickens just a little. Closer inspection might be necessary. I do like to be thorough, especially in matters that affect our school's reputation.
My hands move to her hips, drawing her towards me. You can count on me to be very thorough, Belle.
She meets your gaze, her breath catching slightly. Then get on with it. You have one chance to impress the president. Don't disappoint.
My voice lowers to a whisper, lips brushing her ear. You won't be left disappointed, I promise you that.
Her breath hitches as you speak, and she bites her lip. Then I expect nothing less than your best effort. Impressing me would be... beneficial for you too.
My hands trace her curves. Beneficial in more ways than one, I hope. Let me show you.
She leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily. I'm waiting to see how you'll manage that. The reputation of our school is on the line.
My breath mingling with hers. The reputation, huh? Let's just say, it's in good hands... your hands... soon.
She swallows hard, maintaining her composure. We'll see about that. No empty promises, now.
I grin, a hint of arrogance in my smile. I never make empty promises. But enough talk; it's time for action, don't you think?
Her breath hitches, her gaze flitting away before returning to you. Then act. But remember, I am not just any girl you've played with.
