A Bad Boy ( Closed for Fukensploogin and I)

Tommy spent the next hour or so working his way through the video clips that he'd amassed of the fuck-fest he'd had with Lauren the day before. He managed to put together a clip he liked. He found the list of emails for all the students in the class that the teacher had passed out early in the semester and sent her an email, the video clip attached.

Lauren. I know you took some of my pot. Meet me at seven tonight at The Library, the bar on Main Street at Jefferson. Wear something hot, lots of cleavage and leg. And bring my weed. It better all be there. If not, a lot of people will see this.

Tommy


The video clip, when she opened it up, showed her very clearly walking into a room. She placed a beer before Tommy on the coffee table. She was just wearing a bra and a plaid skirt. Then she was sliding that little plaid skirt down her legs. She got down on her knees and took a big hit from his bong. Then she was climbing into his lap... riding him... his pants came off... and soon he grabbed her by her hair and was quite rough with her! And then she was fucking him! She was bouncing up and down on his cock. He slapped her ass. She turned around and rode him reverse-cowgirl, and her face was clearly identifiable to the camera again. Soon she was screaming out an orgasm. The clip ended with her taking a rip from the bong, Tommy's cock still buried inside her.
 
Lauren had smoked 2 spliffs already and she was as high as a kite. The stuff she'd stolen was alot stronger than she'd expected- not that it was a bad thing! She had a big dopey grin on her face and she as she had the place to herself she decided she'd send off the work assignment they'd been given for another class, and then just chill in the bath or something. Lauren logged onto her email account, frowning as she saw an email from someone she didn't know. She opened it, panic quickly rising as she read it. And with horror in her gut, she clicked on the video attachment, getting agitated as it loaded slowly.

Finally, it loaded and Lauren's hand flew to her mouth as she saw herself on the screen like some porn star, fucking Tommy for all she was worth. She stopped it, unable to watch any more, her whole body trembling. She'd already had 2 spliffs! Sure, the pile of weed didn't look much smaller but she knew Tommy would notice some had gone straight away. Why the fuck had she been so stupid?! She knew what kind of man Tommy was! And she knew that sending the clip might not even be the end of the punishment. She just hoped she could persuade him to change his mind, surely he'd understand that her reputation would be ruined by this? The relaxing day she was having was quickly turning into a nightmare.

With her nerves getting worse as the day went on, Lauren went about getting ready. Making sure she looked hot, so Tommy might be swayed to change his mind. She put on a dark blue mini dress that passed her butt-just slightly. It clung to every curve of her body, pushing her breasts up and hilighting her long legs. She wore a lacy black thong beneath and no bra. She topped it off with some gold high heels. Looking at herself in the mirror, she knew that she looked good...but weather or not she could persuade Tommy was a whole different story.

She heard the beeping of a horn outside and groaned, the taxi was here. She grabbed a small purse and stuffed the bag of weed in there and her phone. As she slid into the taxi, she prayed that Tommy would be in a forgiving mood... After a 5 minute drive they arrived. The bar looked busy and there was music thumping out into the street. She payed the driver and got out of the taxi, swallowing hard as she saw Tommy leaning against the wall outside the bar.
 
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After Tommy sent the email, he shut down his computer, smiling to himself. He had her right where he wanted her. He spent the rest of his day working on his paper for the class he had with Lauren, and then showered and got ready to go. Tight dark blue jeans, weathered black leather cowboy boots, a black Rolling Stones tee-shirt and his black leather jacket and he was ready to go. He made sure he had a full pack of cigarettes with a couple rolled up joints for the night and headed for the bar. It was only a few blocks from his place so he walked.

Tommy took a drag on his cigarette and threw it to the ground as the taxi pulled to a stop in front of the bar. He snuffed it out under the heel of his boot, smirking a bit as he watched Lauren step out of the taxi in a smoking hot dress.

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"I'm happy you showed up," Tommy said, stepping away from the wall and walking towards her. "C'mon, I'm gonna buy you a drink." He put his hand on her back and led her into the bar, wondering if she had any idea just what he had planned for her for the night...
 
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Lauren hadn't expected him to be so calm, and so...nice. Maybe he'd decided that he was going to forgive her after all, it was only a tiny bag of weed...surely he had enough to go around. As they walked into the place, she blushed as a group of guys wholf whistled and catcalled her. Lauren tugged self conciously at her hemline and kept her eyes on the floor, they had to push through the crowd as the place was packed with people and she grimaced as a few guys 'accidentally' brushed up against her. She glanced at Tommy but his eyes were fixed on the bar, she allowed him to lead her over to it. Lauren leaned against the bar, already craving a stiff drink to calm her nerves. She chewed on her lip and decided to jump right on in and apologize...try and appeal to his nice side - if he had one.

"Look Tommy...I'm really sorry okay? I was still a bit drunk at the time I stole that weed...I don't know what was going through my head but I just thought since it was a small bag...I...I didn't think you'd really mind..." Her voice trailed off as she saw the look on his face.
 
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