Segment: Confession

Not According to Plan

Lyle's P.O.V

"Thank you, President." Cameron was persistent. 

After the auction, he knelt down in front of me and thanked me, so did the next day and the next day. He wasn't going to give me a break any time soon. I was starting to get a headache. He assisted me on every little thing, even in small puddles. Honestly, it was annoying. 

I get that he's grateful but still, there should be a limit to how grateful he should be. He wasn't like this the first I saved his little sister from thugs. He drastically changed, more on the extreme side. 

"Can you stop now?" I ask him, massaging my crease. 

"I shall return the favor, President." 

"What more can you do for me, huh? You get me spoon, fork, even toilet paper inside the women's bathroom!" I exclaimed. 

This was f*****g too much already. He should focus on assisting the others with searching for that second brand. He was wasting his time on me. 

"That was little, President. I owe you my life." 

"Save your life for your little sister. Geez, go away." 

The others laughed at us. They were witnessing such an embarrassing side of Cameron while watching from the bleachers. They were having fun while making fun of me. Cameron seems to be immune to their teasing, which is more frustrating. I don't want to be the only one feeling embarrassed by all this charade. 

"I shall scram for now, President. I have a mission to go to."

"Great. Don't come back till you're all sorted out." I roll my eyes at him and shoo him away with my hand. 

"I'll be back, President, everyone." he says before heading out with his bag hanging from his shoulder. 

I can't help but sigh. Even Amelia thinks this is hilarious and would laugh at me when he says Cameron following me around, behind me, thinking that maybe I don't know he was there. He's a piece of work. 

I should just focus on my work and not this tiring thing. There are a bunch of requests for missions, stacked right in front of me. I was to assign which missions to give them, that was added to my role now. Ever since Mrs. Brianna Taylor told off the superiors, I was the one in charge of giving missions. 

"Jamie, how was your mission after the trip?" I ask while not looking at him. 

I read the contents of the mission, the details it had to offer, the facts and the dangers. Now that we're all stronger, I think they can adjust to whatever mission I can give them, even little ol' Gerald. He was the weakest in all of us, but now I can say that he is somewhat on par with Allie. 

"I couldn't pull the trigger." he says without any regrets, making me smile. 

"How did you finish it?" Samantha asks in between the two papers she was holding. 

"I amputated both his legs." 

"I have all the missions ready for you guys. I'll hand them out after the confessions today." 

Today is Cameron's mission and he's already out, so we were going to put up a sign that whoever was Cameron in charge with, can pick where they want to do their confessions, but of course we had to limit it, otherwise others will be stuck with more than the other. That would be unfair to everyone. 

We make our way to our own stations, waiting on the other side of the cubicle. The school had upgraded our stations. It was now a one way mirror, where we can see the person on the other side while the person won't. There was also a new adjustment. 

The school had announced that the one behind the mirror has been shuffled, or will be shuffled every now and then but that was fake news. It would be so they won't know who to pinpoint - the students. But they were still assigned with numbers. This station is number one. Those who are in the list of the number one cubicle must always confess in number one. 

My first on the list came, it was just another b***h in this school, one that sucks up to Amelia. 

"I feel like we've done this more less than before." 

As I remember, she's a third year. 

"Anyway, this mirror looks nice. I look so beautiful, oh my!" 

She smirks while rolling her hair on her finger. She was chewing bubblegum and she was chewing it quite annoyingly. Her face is caked with makeup, and her lips - gosh, big. Too much injection. 

"Ever since the incident in school,"

"I've been more in love with the student council,"

"They can take me whenever they want," 

"Gosh, everyone is just so, you know." 

"I masturbate every night thinking,"

"Someone might dominate me in my sleep,"

So far, that's what everyone has been saying. Of course it made me proud of my self because it meant that I was doing a great job at pleasing the students, and protecting them too. 

"All of them are so dreamy,"

"And now they've changed,"

"For the better,"

"They all look so lusciously delicious now." 

"I'm going to f**k on of them tonight, Allie, ah," 

I know Allie is straight but I know Allie can make a girl c*m too. We're not picky with our customers. The girl who confessed that she was going to f**k Allie tonight, her face looked like she's in bliss. As she tells me that, she touches her own self, making me look away in disgust. Not because she's touching herself, but the fact that the person behind the wall may not be Allie. She didn't even consider that it would be someone else other than Allie. 

Allie can use this as a threat or play when she does her teasing. But please, I don't want to see this. I hung my head low even when the next person came in on the other side. 

"I'm going to wait for my love until she's ready." 

I look up and saw that it was Amelia. A smile came and followed by a frown. What she's sitting on right now was where a person just touched herself. I shake my head. I focus on Amelia's smile and her knowing smile that it was me on the other side. 

"She's the strongest, she's the mightiest and the loveliest. She can make my heart pound the next second even if I was sad prior to that. She lights up my whole world and I'm going to do everything I can to make her mine and not go to someone else." 

I can't stop my smile from surfacing. My hand unconsciously went to my mouth to make me stop squealing. I want to jump around in joy and shout, fangirling. I run my fingers through my hair and stared at the beautiful Amelia. Her smile never went away. 

"I love her so much and I think everything is going as I want it to. I have many competitors but I can see the way she looks at me, it's the same as mine. I love her so much." 

Amelia left without another word. I look down on my lap again and smiled like an i***t. The door on the other side opens and the door behind me too. I suddenly feel hands on my shoulder, then slides down until I was being embraced. Her strawberry scent made me smile even more. 

"You can't do this to me. That's cheating."

"I don't think so," 

I spin around and look at Amelia in the eyes. Her usual lovely smile was for me to see. 

"The President," both Amelia and I look at the other side of the mirror. 

I know who that voice belonged to, but her starting statement made the both of us turn around. 

What about me?

"The others thought I was homophobic, but I'm not. I was in love with a girl before, and that girl resembled the President so much."

I was afraid to hear the next words she was going to say. I want to stop her. I don't want to listen. 

"I've been watching the President for quite a while now. I thought I was only doing my duty but I never thought I'd fall for her. Now that she's done something for me, something big and good, I'm now sure that I want to pursue her."

I inhaled sharply. I feel Amelia hands on my shoulder grip me tightly but it wasn't to the point that I was hurting. 

"And Amelia. I want to befriend her again too, but the damage has been done and I know too that she's also after the President. I don't think Amelie and I will have a common ground anymore. I mean, I miss her, our memories and our friendship. But if she'll know that I also like her person of interest, I just don't think it will work even if I try to befriend her again." 

Chrelia smiles with content.

"It's either my former friend, or President. I know I can't have both. But I'll try." 

And with that, Chrelia left. What was she doing here? Isn't she supposed to be on Jamie's list? How the heck is this happening? I look at Amelia and she was conflicted. 

This is not my battle anymore. The look on Amelia's face. It tells me that she's having second thoughts now. She misses Chrelia too, she can't hide it from me. 

"Amelia?" I grab her hand and massage it, rubbing tiny circles on her forehand. 

"I," she stops.

"It's okay." 

She looks down at me and her expression changed. 

"Indeed she can't have both, but we can still be friends," my heart started pounding, hurt. She flinches,

"i***t. Chrelia and I. We can still be friends. I already told you I won't lose to anyone." she pinches my cheeks, making them sting in pain. 

It was the first time Amelia called me with something that has negativity in it. It was cute and lovely. I don't know. Maybe I can be masochistic sometimes. 

"You didn't specify earlier." I pouted. 

"You just heard me confess earlier." she chuckles and caresses the cheeks she pinched earlier and kisses me on the forehead. 

"I had a lot of person confess right on that other side."

The next person came and confesses what he wanted to confess. We didn't hear him though. He was talking about him getting a brand new luxury car and his love for Amelia. 

I look at the person on the other side. His eyes full of admiration as he talks about Amelia. Amelia hears it too. I grab her by the p***y, making her gasp in surprise. She was wearing such short shorts, making her legs stand out. 

"What..?" I spin her around.

Her hands went to mirror. I perk her butt up and brought her shorts down, revealing such a sexy panty. It made my s*x drive haywire. 

"Lyle," she breathes out. 

The man behind the mirror was still going on and on about Amelia, how he was thinking of taking Amelia to his brand new car, showing her around the city below us. I pull down Amelia's lacey red panty and take her in my mouth. 

She needed to get wet. 

I lick her private part from behind her. It was not slowly producing its own sticky water as Amelia moans my name. I enter my tongue inside her and she whimpers in delight. She bites her lips as she presses her body to the mirror. 

When she was already wet enough, I stand up and take a look at her. She looks at me all flustered. She was breathing hard and her breath was making the glass foggy. Her electric eyes now darker and clouded with lust and arousal. 

I bring my pants down, revealing a strap on. Since our quickie at the auction, I've been wearing this everyday, of course I wash it everyday even if it isn't used. That would be disgusting. 

Amelia's eyes went down from my face to the dildo. It was the same size as the first one I used on her. I had a bigger one but I needed her to adjust a bit before I use it. She looks hungrily at it. She grinds her our butt on the dildo, making it slide in between her butt. I slap her butt, making a sound. 

"Uhnnn," she moans and closes her eyes. 

I grip her butt, taking it in my hand. 

The guy left and another person came in but I wasn't paying attention anymore. I didn't need to listen anyway, why bother when I'm so occupied and busy.

"Please," Amelia breathes out, eager for me to put it in. 

"Understood," 

I slide my hand from her c**t to her bottom, gathering lubrication. I stroke the dildo, putting the lubrication on it and I give it one long and slow thrust. She felt the dildo come inside her slowly, feeling her own walls part from each other. She stopped breathing while I insert it. 

When I was done putting it in, she finally lets go of her breath. She looks at seductively, enticing me to ravage her tight little p***y. I grab her other arm and pull it, for a more contraction. 

I pull the dildo slowly and slams it inside her hard. I hear the slap made by our own bodies. Her firm butt asks me for a slap and I did, using my other arm. Amelia's body is warm and sexy as hell. She's so f*****g sexy that I just can't help but feel the dildo as my own as it goes in and out of her.

I could imagine how her p***y was going to look like after I was done with her. 

"Little b***h wants her dose of pleasure," 

I was still slowly adjusting to this b**m thing. She was into that but I wasn't a harsh partner. I still need to research more about this thing and practice because I was afraid that I might do her harm than pleasure.

"Yes! This b***h wants it! Please!" 

But she was liking it. I don't know what I was so afraid of. 

I lean on Amelia and used my free arm to take on her chin. She makes sounds every after I push inside her. 

"What if the other students know what kind of a person you are, huh?" 

"Uhhhn, they'll not like me... anymore," her moans were now a little louder.

I wasn't doing anything other than the usual slam in and out. I guess the talk is giving her the edge she needed, that's why she's moaning so hard right now. 

"But you like this kind of s*x? If you moan loud, they'll hear you. You want that, no?" 

"No, uhhhnn,"

"But you want them to see you getting fucked." I whisper in her ear. I bite her earlobe softly, but with enough force. 

"Uhhhhh, ahhhh, noooo, ahhhhh," she moans even louder and with more breath. 

This was also driving me crazy. This is a new thing for me, but it was great. To dominate such a perfect girl. A perfect girl on the outside but a twisted one on the inside. Maybe this is her extension of all that perfect girl image. This was her escape and I was doing an ass job of it. 

She needs to let go more. 

I let go of her arm and grab her leg, lift it up. It was great that her body was flexible. 

"This is.. embarrassing." she complains and looks at me with those crazed eyes, making me smirk. 

"Oh, yeah?" I slam in harder. I was granted better access so I could put it in deeper. 

Her mouth formed an 'o' before biting her lip. 

"If someone walks in through the door, they'll see you like this." I tease and she suddenly felt tighter. 

She was nearing, I could tell. Her p***y was now more wet, I could even hear how the dildo goes in and out with wet sounds. She was so turned on that her p***y was making sloppy sounds. 

"No, uhhhhh, ahnnnnn," she closes her eyes, feeling the pleasure course through her body. 

I use my other hand to reach out to her c**t. I push in and pull out harder and more faster. I grit my teeth as I also feel like climaxing from all the rigid movement I was making. I push in deeper and deeper while I rub her c**t.

"Ahhh, ahhhhh," she moans louder and longer. 

I give one last stroke and a pinch on her c**t before we climaxed. I made slow strides, letting our climax finish before taking out the shiny, shimmering dildo. I collapsed on the chair and she sat on my lap, heaving hard. 

"So intense," she struggles to say.

I chuckle, and kisses her cheek. 

"Aren't you cold? You're wearing shorts," I ask her.

"Not anymore," she says and spins around, kissing me on the lips. 

She moans in the kiss before breaking it. I smile.

"You're so beautiful." my mouth says before my mind could process it. 

"And you shouldn't look at others." she smiles at me too before standing up attempting to clean her p***y.

"Oh, I have a tissue." 

I give her the box of tissue underneath the desk. 

"Why do you have tissues?" she asks me suspiciously. 

"Don't get me wrong. The students sometimes m*********s there and I had to wipe the seats before other students come in." 

Now that I remember, I didn't get to wipe the seat before Amelia could come in. 

Oops. 

"You see students masturbate? You watch them?" her tone was getting high from her usual cool and husky voice. It alarmed me. She was really like her mother, terrifying. 

She grabs some tissues and wipes her p***y dry clean. 

"I don't. I get annoyed and lay my head down until they finish."

"Why don't you just use earphones?" 

She finishes and pulls her shorts up. Her p***y now covered, making me pout. 

"I need to hear some of them. What if they had something? I'd have to report it directly to the superiors." 

"The superiors at the auction?" 

"Yep," 

She kisses my cheek before wiping my mouth with a clean tissue. 

"Alright then."