My apologies for the less than stellar version previously released. I don't want to put myself out there but I've got a lot of irons in the fire. I've decided to leave the other version up as well to remind me not to lose focus!! Thank you for your feedback and I'm going to be working hard on my other stories as well as this one. BTW all characters in this story are of legal age.
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The ice cold lip of the industrial sized sink was cutting into my naked ass just as the tip of my cock was stuck to the door knob due to copious amounts of precum. Malaya Padilla had struck again and it was all my own fault. I felt like a complete asshole and things weren't getting any better as I found myself stuck in a janitor's closet in the girl's locker room nude from the waist down. There was grating in the door that allowed me somewhat of a view from my wedged in position. Luckily, I'd managed to keep my shoes and socks intact as I looked down at the numerous bottles of cleaners and other chemicals. An industrial mop bucket situated under the sink was chaffing my calves. The really sad thing about my situation was that I could barely see any of the other girls currently dressing in the locker room and was afforded the antagonizing audio of near constant girl chatter and the occasional glimpse of a boob.
I was pissed that Malaya had made me look utterly stupid tricking me into giving up my pants and forcing me to fellate her wile my own desperate needs went unattended. I remembered the short time I'd actually been inside her in the library and just how tight her steamy, moist cunt was. I could feel every groove inside her as she roughly raked her love box back and forth along my cock with little regard for my pleasure using me as a sex toy and nothing more. She'd walked out of the library leaving me high and dry and had the nerve to pretend like she didn't even know me afterwards. I found myself trying to win her over and failing miserably as I was driven to try and talk to her. Well thanks to a stupid ass air horn; I was now stuck in this fucking janitor's closet.
I was jolted from my recollection of the humiliating facts of my predicament by the flushing of a toilet and peered through the grate to find Angela exiting a stall pulling her gym shorts up with one hand while texting with the other. The rail thin blonde had never hid her crush on me always making innuendos about various sexual acts she would perform if I did take her up on her offer. I loathed her desperation but right now fate had thrown me a bone and I knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth especially this one who was possessed of a toothy grin that gave her skeletal features a slightly ghoulish appearance. I softly whistled to Angela barely catching her attention.
"W-Who's there?" She retreated a few steps towards the exit afraid and uncertain of the boy's voice calling out to her yet perhaps recognizing something familiar.
"It's me Darren; come on I need your help Angela."
"What the fuck are you doing in there Darren; what the fuck are you doing in the girl's locker room?!!
"Some of the guys are screwing around and, COME ON ANGELA its A LONG FUCKING STORY!!" I was losing my cool being stuck in the closet and didn't feel like making up an elaborate lie to explain my presence. I don't think Angela would have appreciated finding out about Malaya.
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
"Well you've got your regular clothes in a locker in here right?"
"Yeah?"
"Let me BORROW your gym shorts okay?" Angela did a double-take at my request. She made a point of telling me that I owed her a date as she revealed that she went commando and was possessed of a disturbing amount of pubic hair on her unshaven crotch.
Turns out my public humiliation wasn't over as I force marched through the school to my locker to get my sweats; Angela's gym bottoms unfortunately fit me like a pair of booty shorts and I had to endure the uncontrolled revelry and laughter of half the student body on my way to my locker. A couple of cheerleaders actually pinched and slapped my exposed ass cheeks as I passed through a group of them on my way to the locker. Coach was waiting for me by my locker with his trusty paddle.
"WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU BOY?!!" He snatched the workout pants and marched me back to the gym. He followed this up by making me run fifty laps around the filled gym with his paddle waiting at the finish line. Oh yeah, on my way back to the gym, I discovered what had happened to my pants.
Malaya Padilla had run them up the flag pole and they were quite visible from every window in the school.
"Bitch must pay." Played in a loop in my minds while my sadomasochistic baseball coach went to town on my poor abused ass. I was given a "Shape up or ship out" style speech and told that he didn't have room for clowns on his team. I just kept seeing that Filipina witch in my mind and getting angrier and angrier.
I don't recall seeing anything but red as I stormed through the school on a mission. No one seemed to know that Malaya culprit and I aimed to keep it that way. I was so pissed I was nearly trembling with pent up rage finding the library even more quickly than my mind would register. It was late in the day and not many students remained. The visual of my pants flapping in the wind on that flag pole had my heart racing as I power walked up and down all of the aisles in the stacks looking for Malaya and not finding her. Strangely enough my search ended at the aisle with the frosted out window where my first humiliation had occurred. I knocked a few books off of the shelves in frustration and generally didn't know what to do with myself. I felt charged up and I wanted to punch something or someone!! This had to be the worst day of my life and it was all because of...John?!! Yeah, if he hadn't opened my fucking nose to Malaya none of this would've happened. I would've never given that snooty, egghead cunt the time of day.
Completely frustrated I'd begun to head out of the library when I noticed a light coming from the very end of the stacks at the end of the second floor corridor. I'd figured they were storage rooms. There was a light emanating from the window in one of three doors in the darkened area. The doors were large and super thick with a small square window at the top of the door high enough for someone to peer in and observe what was going on inside. There were signs etched on the doors that read "Private Study". I peered inside finding the contents of the room to consist of a few extra shelves containing more library books a rudimentary wooden table and chair ...and Malaya Padilla!!
There she was just sitting there listening to an I-pod and typing away on her notebook. There were an inordinate amount of text books on the table along with her trusty back pack. I can't describe the emotion that welled up inside me as I watched her going about her day business as usual without a care in the world. She'd humiliated me twice and tricked into gratifying her needs without reciprocation and here she was simply studying like I meant little more to her than the passing breeze. It was almost like I was having an out of body experience as I watched my hand turn the door knob.
I burst into the room and grabbed the nearest stack of books flinging them at the wall. I swiped the second pile off of the wooden table and followed this up by kicking and stomping the shit out of the books on the floor before turning my attention back to Malaya.
"Are you finished acting out?" I realized she had never stopped typing on her tablet during my outburst. I was breathing heavily and she wasn't even looking up at me. My chest was ragged, I was breathing hard and she hadn't even batted an eye.
"YOU-ARE-A-MAJOR LEAUGE CUNT!!" I grabbed the top of her tablet and she immediately stood up and delivered a vicious slap to face that was so hard it rocked my head to one side. Before I could even react her fist collided with my nose smashing it flat against my face. I responded by hocking a glob of spittle right on her cheek and she appeared shocked while I took the opportunity to shove her tablet onto the floor. I wanted to make her pay attention to me; Malaya froze for a second staring at her computer on the dull grey carpet.
"You gonna cry?" I taunted as best I could while blood ran from both nostrils. She ignored me stooping over to pick up her tablet and I reached down grabbing the back of her skirt and hearing some of the fabric tear as she bent forward. The waist band was torn and I glimpsed the top of her panties. Malaya tried to throw an elbow at me as she retrieved her computer and my free arm went around her chest pulling her back to me while I quickly snatched the tablet and spiked it on the carpet breaking it in two. I screamed as she hit me in the balls with her fist in a downward clubbing motion and staggered into the wall nearly knocking myself unconscious.
"You gonna cry?" She taunted back in an annoying imitation of my voice before launching a kick at my chin and partially connecting while I put my arm up to stop her from getting a clean strike and probably knocking me clean out. I got lucky snagging her foot as she attempted to yank her leg back causing the bitch to topple over on her side facing away from me. She kicked back hitting my hands and thigh as she attempted to scurry forward. I don't know what got into us as an animal-like frenzy engulfed the room. I grabbed the backs of her knees trying to pull her across the carpet as she shrieked continuing to kick back at me and somehow came away with her shredded panties in my hands. I caught a glimpse of her juicy looking butt tan lines and all as she got on her haunches attempting to reach the door. Malaya Padilla.
