The Bully
Author's Note: I truly believe there is no place in society for bullying. That said, I find the thought of a person being subjugated by another to be a sexual trigger. This non-consensual story feeds my fantasies. I ask that you let it feed yours as well without making it a reality.
This story is dark. And it doesn't have a happy ending for one of the characters. If you don't like stories where the person being bullied fails to rise up and get even, then I ask you to go no further with this story. Don't read it; don't comment on it.
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Jennifer Cooper liked grocery shopping. Her mother, wanting her to have a full set of traditional wife and mother skills, had taught her well. Now that she had moved in with her boyfriend she found herself putting some of those skills to use. It was only a few months ago that Jen had moved into Roy Walker's apartment. Like Jen, Roy was a Sophomore at Cavern County Community College. The two were together throughout most of Freshman year and they decided to move into his place at the start of the fall semester.
A light rain was falling as Jen went into the Greenleaf Grocery Store on a Sunday morning. It was a warm fall day and she wanted to get her shopping done so that she and Roy could enjoy the rest of the day. Hopefully, the sun would come out so they could spend some time outside later. The store wasn't crowded but it was obvious that church had just concluded somewhere nearby as several well-dressed families were wandering around the aisles.
Jenn was not dressed like the post-church shoppers. She wore her tight cutoff jeans which showed off the bottom of her butt as well as every possible bit of her legs. Her shirt matched as it was also cut off; the white v-neck top hung loose off her braless breasts and fell just below allowing her nipples to barely poke through as if they were tacks holding the shirt away from her well-toned tummy.
Jen liked dressing provocatively. Seeing men, and occasionally women, turn their heads made her feel good. The fact that some girls talked about her and occasionally called her a slut didn't bother her. They were just jealous of her body. And besides she knew she wasn't a slut. She had only slept with two men in her whole life.
In high school, she and her multi-year boyfriend were the King and Queen of their class. It was expected that they would win this honor as students had been bowing down to them throughout their years together. They were the hottest couple in the school. What the other students didn't know was that the two didn't have sex until late in their senior year. Jen lost her virginity after Senior Prom. Weeks later she learned what it was like to be ghosted. She successfully hid the fact that she had been dumped for the remainder of the year. No one was going to laugh at the Prom Queen!
As always, Jen started her shopping in the fruits and vegetables section. She was using the skills learned from her mother picking out a cantaloupe when an older man walked up next to her and started doing the same. He was dressed nicely in a white shirt and what looked to be suit pants. He'd probably left his jacket in the car for this outing. Jen guessed that his wife and two children were shucking corn a couple of tables away.
Jen felt his stare as she worked through various unripe melons. "I don't have any idea what I am doing," he said quietly, rummaging through the fruit.
"Cantaloupes are easy," she responded, looking up and catching his eye. "Just give those melons a little squeeze like this." She knew exactly what he was thinking. He wasn't even looking at the melon in her hands as he started groping his cantaloupe.
"I like to shake my melons," she held up the melon shaking it and causing her own melons to jiggle under her shirt. "If you hear the seeds rumbling around then the melon is too ripe." Jen didn't even try to stifle her giggle. She looked deep into his eyes and gave her most seductive smile. She felt him stiffen as she gently touched the arm of his white shirt and said quietly, "I bet you're a good melon shaker." As she stepped back from the man she saw his wife standing with their two children. She was staring at her husband with her mouth agape.
Jen passed the family twice in the aisles as she continued to shop. He pretended not to see her the first time but in the second aisle she caught his eye just long enough to give him a little wink. She loved making men nervous.
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Ethan Rowland was always on time for work at the Greenleaf. He depended on this job to pay for his room and board at college. As was required, he wore jeans and a white Greenleaf shirt that easily identified him as an employee. That Sunday morning he was assigned to watch the self-service registers, a job he liked because he could spend most of his time not doing anything but daydreaming. Occasionally someone couldn't figure out how to weigh their peaches or had trouble scanning their bread. When that happened he put on his Greenleaf smile and pleasantly helped the customer out.
He loved people-watching but today the people just weren't that interesting; that is until he saw that girl from one of his classes. He wasn't sure it was her the first time she came around the end-cap between canned goods and international foods but when she came down the next aisle he knew it was the one and only Jennifer Cooper. Jen Cooper, the girl whom he stared at every Monday Wednesday, and Friday in History class. Jen Cooper, the girl who was causing him to miss entire lectures because he was always fantasizing about her.
When she came down the frozen food aisle she was right in front of Ethan. Like always, he first noticed her wavy strawberry-blond hair. He loved that she always wore her hair down while other girls were more apt to tie it back or worse wrap it up in a bun. He always wondered why girls did that. They were so much prettier showing off their long hair.
As she approached the end of the aisle, his mouth fell open and he ogled her naked tummy. At first, her cart blocked his view but as she turned the corner he had a perfect view of her belly button and a perfectly flat midsection. He wondered what it would be like to touch ...
"Son! Son!" yelled an older heavy-set woman. "This credit card thingie doesn't work. How am I supposed to pay if I can't make it work?"
Ethan kept one eye on his fantasy girlfriend and he walked over to the irate woman. As Jen walked down the next aisle, he glimpsed that tight little ass barely covered with her jean shorts.
For a moment he just stared at the troubled customer as if he was paralyzed. Then remembering that he had a job to do he gave her a big Greenleaf Grocery smile, turned the card around, and tapped it against the screen. The reader beeped, taking money from her account. "Oh thank you, son," she said her voice turning pleasant, "I just never can understand these things." Ethan was no longer paying attention. He just scanned the grocery floor hoping to get another sighting.
She had disappeared in frozen foods for some time. Ethan kept craning his neck to try to get a sighting. She had to be almost done with her shopping. Suddenly a thought came to his head. What if she came to self-checkout? Would he talk to her? He had never really spoken to her. One day after class he had croaked out a little "Hi" when she walked by. He remembered fondly how she looked at him with those deep blue eyes and how he shivered with excitement afterward. He took a deep breath and started rehearsing what he would say when she checked out.
Suddenly she appeared from the back of the store. She was heading toward self-checkout! He could see her skimpy top and, what? It looked like she didn't have a bra on! Were those her nipples? Sweat was forming on his forehead and he felt clammy as she pulled into the self-checkout line. This was it!
