Manipulation and Domination

[Little_Red_Rose]

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Hey everyone!

I need one dominant male writer to play as Ryan; my fiance's old nemesis from high school. This is a cheating thread, one in which I'm hoping to have a lot of build up. That being said, if you are interested, please send me a PM!

I'll remove this message once I find someone!

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My character:

http://i.imgur.com/ZIjWPhN.jpg?1


Name: Melanie West
Age: 24
Height: 5'6"
Cup size: 32K

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It's been about five years since I last saw her.​

It feels so awfully strange saying this, mainly because my days of senior year high school seems as if it happened just last week. Not only this, but saying that I haven't her, Tammie, since senior year just feels wrong. I mean, we were best friends since middle school and we were inseparable. But hey, that's what happens to friends after high school right? Unlike Drew (my fiance) and I, we were admitted to different colleges and in our defense, we tried to keep in contact for years, but that's easier said than done. That is, until I got back home after graduating - Drew and I having decided that it would be great to visit our old neighborhood and spend some time with my family and friends. This also gave me the opportunity to reconnect with some old friends, Tammie obviously being the first person I reached out to.

"Oh my god?! You're in town too?!" she said over the phone, a few days before I got back. "We have to catch up!"

And catch up we did!

I found out more about Tammie's life, what she's been up to and all that fun stuff. Together with Drew, we spent some time reminiscing about high school and gossiping over what everyone has been up to; most of our classmates having come back to the neighborhood and all. Things were very mature, that is until Tammie came up with the idea of us - everyone from high school - spend some time together at the old bar at the outskirts of town. It pretty much was the place where everyone from high school went to. Or at least, anyone with any bit of popularity.

"What? No! That bar was a death trap" I told Tammie, laughing as we sipped on our coffee. Maybe that came off as a little condescending, but Tammie understood...she just wasn't the type to take no for an answer.

"Come on....Drew, isn't she being a bit unreasonable?" Tammie brought up, with Drew looking a bit hesitant to ever respond. Eventually he did, saying:

"I mean...I don't think - "

And that's when my best friend from high school said:

"I mean, you could get the last laugh on some people. Especially Ryan!"
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Okay, so let's move back a tiny bit.

So, Drew, Tammie and I went to the same high school. While Tammie and I were social butterflies, Drew...definitely was not. By that, I mean that he was pretty much bullied. Among the perpetrators, was Ryan Smith; a star athlete who was pretty damn arrogant and mean. A total sleazebag too; having been hitting on me (along with any other woman within a ten foot radius of him). He even came up with some pretty crude nicknames for me; including stuff like Bra Buster and Melons Melony. It was pretty degrading.

I mean, I think you can guess where that nickname came from; I was always a bit busty - having had a DD cup by my senior year of high school. But now, it was a bit ridiculous - having went through several growth spurts, with the end result being that I wore a 32K cup bra. Being a good Christian, I wore modest clothes and all, although as you can imagine that there was always a hint of how busty I was.

So anyway, Tammie was obviously manipulating my fiance into getting what she wanted; namely, for us to drown ourselves in nostalgia and cheap alcohol...

And it worked. Because later that night, we were at the bar.

The older, dusky bar hasn't changed in one bit since I last came here with Tammie, when we tested out our fake IDs. Not that it mattered; Saint Bernard Bar was always a bit...shabby. I don't think the bartender ever cared whether someone was legally allowed to drink or not, just so long as we weren't too rowdy or caused any trouble. The shabbiness of the bar didn't end there; the place looked as if nothing has been changed for years now. In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say it was just as we left it - from the same old Howard working behind the bar to the bright neon sign saying "WESTMINSTER BEER"; despite Westminster beer having been extinct even before my high school days.

We were the first ones there, but soon our little reunion gave the old bar some renewed life and business. Everything was going well...that is until I got a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance.

It was Ryan.

 

[LP1957]

Ryan here. Class stud not that long ago. Ahh the glory days. I could get any girl to spread her legs with one beer and a glance at my equipment. Being 6'4" with washboard abs didn't hurt any either. Still manage to hit the gym 3-4 times each week. Still can get the horny girls to pay attention. Still hanging out and working parties. Good to have filthy rich parents. Too bad I tore up my knee partying after highs holler iCloud have gone pro.

 

[LP1957]

Having entered through the backdrop with the young bimbo I picked up earlier we sat in the far corner booth, the young little slut at my side. She barely looked old enough to be out of high school let alone in a bar. Her breasts nearly popping out of the low cut midriff that showed off her ample assets. She looked half drunk already and seemed to be babbling on and on about something or other.

I, Ryan, payed her little attention other that to watch her tits bobbing up and down as she rambled on. If I didn't know she would be sucking my dick soon she would have been dismissed long ago.

A bored and passive look on my face as the town's regulars sauntered in. Most I recognized form my glory days in high school as the prom king and team quarterback. Everyone seems happy to greet me as they came in. I really could care less and just wanted to finish my pitcher of brew and move along.

But then.... Was that Melons with that dweeb Drew? I laughed to myself as I saw them. I knew I wouldn't get any hellos from this group. Melanie was about the only girl who's pants I tried to get into that held fast with her no's. I even whipped out my 8" cock and wagged it at her one night and she still refused. Though I would swear I saw that glimmer in her eyes that the ladies get seeing my impressive tool.

Wonder if I should dump Squeeky here and give thunder tits another try?

 

[LP1957]

And look who's standing beside ole Bra Buster. If it isn't Twin Peaks Tammie. Always the foothills to Melons mountain range. Smirking, if only Melanie knew the secrets she could tell.

"Finish up there bubblegum, I'm going to go and drain my vein and then we're out of her."

Unless of course I get a better offer on the way.