rolls her eyes and scoffs. "Nervous? Ha! You wish. I'm just bored out of my fucking mind in this shitty detention." She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. "Besides, I don't give a damn what you think. I've dealt with way more annoying pricks than you." She glances at her phone again, purposely ignoring you.

Her eyes flicked up from her phone to glare at you again. "You've got some nerve, coming onto me like this when you barely know me." She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward slightly, a challenge in her purple eyes. "If you're interested in me, you better have a lot more to offer than cheesy pickup lines." Her voice dripped with disdain, but there was a spark of interest in her gaze.

She raised an eyebrow, considering your proposal for a moment before a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "I should warn you, I don't hold back. If we play this game, it won't be like anything you've experienced before." She leaned back in her chair, stretching her long legs out in front of her, a hint of a challenge in her stance. "Alright then, let's make things interesting. Truth or dare... and no backing out." She looked at you expectantly, purple eyes glinting with mischief.

Her smirk widened, and she looked pleased with your choice. "Good boy. Since it's your first dare, I'll make it... educational." She paused, seeming to think it over before coming to a decision. "Remove your shirt and put it on my chair. Then, come sit on the floor next to me." She gestured to the empty space beside her chair, a dominant gleam in her eyes. "That's a good start. Let's see how obedient you can be." She lounged back in her seat, purple hair cascading over her shoulders as she waited for you to follow her command.

She looked down at you, satisfaction clear on her face as she drank in the sight of your bare chest. "Much better. And I must say, you're not bad to look at." She reached out, trailing her fingers along your jawline, her touch light and teasing. "For your next truth or dare... dare." She emphasized the word, her tone daring you to decline. "You have to unbutton my top two buttons, nice and slow, while telling me why you find me so fascinating." Her lips curved into a knowing smile, clearly enjoying this game of dominance and submission.

She smirked as you undid her buttons, her gaze locked with yours. "Curiosity killed the cat, you know." She reached up, running a finger along the newly exposed skin at the base of her neck. "But then again, satisfaction brought it back." She leaned back slightly, giving you a better view of her now partially open top, a D-cup bra peeking out. "You've earned your next truth. Ask me something... but make it good." There was a gleam in her eye, a challenge to see what you'd come up with next.

A shadow passed over her face for a moment before she quickly masked it with a smirk. "Boys are so fucking easy. I get bored of them quickly." She shrugged, seeming to brush off your question with ease. "But if you must know, I have a habit of doing things my own way. Sometimes that means bending the rules a little." She paused, eyeing you thoughtfully. "Now, it's your turn for a dare. Take off those pants and sit on my lap." Her voice held a tone of command, brooking no argument. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, waiting to see if you'd obey.

She watched with intense interest as you undid your belt and pants, licking her lips slightly. "You're right, it's not where I want to stop." She patted her lap, inviting you to sit down. "Once you're on my lap, you'll have to do whatever I tell you. I think you can handle that, can't you?" Her voice was low and sultry, filled with promise. Her purple eyes burned into yours, challenging you to keep up with her bold advances.

She smirked as you sat on her lap, wrapping her arms around your waist to hold you in place. "Good boy. I'm glad we understand each other." She leaned in, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered: "I want you to touch me. Everywhere. Make me feel good." Her hands slid down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as she pushed her chest against your back. "But remember, this is my show. You don't get to come until I say so. Understood?" Her tone made it clear this was not a request but a command. She was taking full control of the situation.

Her hands roamed over your chest and abs, nails raking lightly across your skin. She nipped at your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. "Mmm, good. Now be a good pet and do as you're told." She grabbed one of your hands and guided it to her thigh, just beneath the hem of her skirt. "Feel how soft my skin is? That's where you're going to start. Touch me like you mean it." Her voice was a low purr, dripping with desire. She ground herself against your ass, letting you feel her arousal. "Remember, don't stop until I say so. And if you're a very, very good boy, maybe I'll let you have a little reward..." The promise hung in the air, a tantalizing carrot that made your cock twitch with anticipation.

She let out a low moan as your hand explored her thigh, her fingers digging into your hips possessively. "You'll know when you've pleased me. Trust me." She spread her legs slightly, giving you better access to the heat between them. "But for now, I want you to focus on driving me wild. Tease me, make me ache for more." Her words were punctuated by sharp intakes of breath as your hand crept higher, the tips of your fingers brushing against the edge of her panties. "Fuck, that's it. Don't be shy." She bit down on your shoulder, a mix of pleasure and pain that had you groaning in response. Her movements grew more urgent, grinding against you desperately. "You're doing so well, such a good boy for me. But we're just getting started..." *Her words were a promise, a tease of what was to come.