Fantasy Female Assassins - School Bully Reunion! Part 1 (Standard Definition)

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Fantasy Female Assassins - School Bully Reunion! Part 1 (Standard Definition)

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Banker's Revenge: A Bully's Repentance

Written by Fantasy Female Assassins

The stock market was booming for the successful banker. His fingers danced across the keyboard of his laptop, making calculated moves that would secure his clients' futures. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, shattering the silence of his home office. He hesitated for a moment before rising from his chair, his mind racing with anticipation and dread.

As he approached the front door, his heartbeat quickened. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw who stood before him—the older girl who used to bully him mercilessly at school. She stood tall and confident, dressed in her old school uniform, her eyes glinting with a mischievous sparkle. He swallowed hard, his mind racing with memories of her cruel taunts and physical abuse.

"Weedy Will," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. "Don't you remember me?" She slid past him into his home, looking around with an arrogant air. "Quite the place you've got here, Weedy," she teased, her voice laced with sarcasm. "I bet you never thought you'd end up in a place like this, did you?"

He stood there, speechless, as she moved around his living room, running her fingers along his expensive furniture. Suddenly, she stopped and turned to face him, her expression softening slightly. "Maybe I've changed," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Before he could respond, she threw herself into his arms, wrapping him up in a tight embrace. Their bodies pressed tightly together, hearts racing, minds reeling.

Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered, "I bet there's something you'd really like from me." Slowly, she lifted her shirt, revealing her flat stomach and the hint of a bra strap. "Do you think you'd be able to... help me out?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with challenge. He couldn't believe she was asking him this, after everything she'd put him through.

His mind filled with conflicting emotions: anger, fear, lust, and an overwhelming sense of revenge. She was trying to manipulate him, just like she always did. But this time, things were going to be different. He refused to give in to her demands, no matter how much she tried to seduce him. He'd be damned if he'd let her walk all over him again.

"If you won't give me money," she said, her voice low and threatening, "I'll just have to take it." Before he could react, she grabbed him by the throat and began to choke him, her grip strong and unrelenting. As he struggled to breathe, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "Remember when I used to sit on your face?" she whispered, a dark chuckle rumbling in her throat. "Mhmm, the power..."

Despite his panic, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at her words. He'd spent years dreaming of this moment—of finally turning the tables on his tormentor. But as she continued to choke him, he realized that he couldn't let her win. This was his chance for revenge, and he was going to take it.

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