Scarlett watched Adrian leave, and tears immediately clouded her vision. This wasn't what she was expecting; her plan to make him succumb to her charms had failed woefully. What would it take for her to win this man over? It seems like everything she's tried so far has been a total flop, and she needs to try harder.
At that particular moment, she couldn't think of anything; she was way too upset to think clearly, so she thought of getting some rest first before thinking of new ways to make Adrian fall at her feet or on her bed.
She took her stuff into the house and kicked them to a corner; she really didn't need any of those things; it was just a means of bringing Adrian to her house.
She was about to go up to her room when she heard her phone ringing. She searched for it and finally found it inside the purse she had thrown on the couch earlier. Pulling it out, she saw that Nelly was the one calling.
“Hi, Nelly."
“Hey, girlfriend!” Nelly sounded so enthusiastic. Scarlett also noticed that the background was a bit noisy and wondered where she was.
“Nelly, where are you?”
“At the football game, it's almost starting. You should get down here and watch it with me.” Nelly suggested, but Scarlett rolled her eyes. She would have preferred to stay home and wallow in her misery.
She didn't hate football, but she wasn't a big fan of it either. For her, watching the game would be kind of boring.
“I don't think I want to," she drawled, wrapping a single strand of her hair around her index finger as her hip snapped to support her weight.
"Please, Scarlett, I'm very bored being here alone. Please, please, please, please.” Nelly begged desperately for Scarlett to agree.
“Fine,” Scarlett said, sounding a bit forced.
“Great! I'll see you in a bit then.” Nelly told her, overexcited, as she ended the call.
Scarlett decided to go, and possibly the game would help her forget the drama she had just had with Adrian. It could be a good opportunity to clear her head.
She changed out of her clothes and put on new ones after a quick shower. She wore a black minidress that hugged her figure and pushed out her tempting curves. She made sure to show a little cleavage, just for teasing sake. She matched the dress with a leather jacket and white Converse. She always loved to dress to kill and always delivered.
She left for the football field and finally located it after going the wrong way twice. She called Nelly, who waved at her from where she was sitting, and then she went up to meet her. She received sultry glances and remarks from those in her vicinity as was customary, but she paid no attention to them.
Scarlett noticed that most of the people in the crowd were girls, and they were chanting a particular name, “Ethan.” The same Ethan that Nelly had told her about on the first day they met.
She sat next to Nelly, and they watched the match together, even though it was already ending by the time she got there.
“Look, it's Ethan!” Nelly pointed to a particular boy on the field who was delivering a wonderful strike.
Scarlett took a closer look and discovered that it was the same guy she had bumped into on her first day of school.
She couldn't care less about him; Nelly was surprised when she saw her scoff. How could she not be swooning over Ethan? Every woman's dream?
After the game ended, Scarlett and Nelly sat in the spot, talking about different things and laughing at each other's jokes, when one of the football players approached them, still in his jersey. Nelly couldn't hide her excitement; the boy who had approached them was very popular in school, and he was such a hunk.
He looked back at his group of friends, of which Ethan was one, and smirked at them. He had promised them that he would get Scarlett to sleep with him, and they cheered him on.
His jersey read Mike. He was tall, muscular, and had a face that would make most girls swoon. His distinctive blue eyes and long, wavy, dirty blonde hair were some of the features that stood out and made him popular among the ladies.
“Hi, ladies.” He smiled, combing through his hair with his fingers, probably in a bid to look more attractive. Scarlett was unfazed; she stared at him with partial disgust while Nelly was already wheezing from excitement.
“Hi, Mike..” Nelly squealed.
"Yeah, hi. Um, may I know your name?” He asked, facing Scarlett, showing his interest only in her.
“What for?” She snapped, observing her manicured fingers.
“Um, I just want to know your beautiful name.” He flashed her a charming smile, but she scoffed.
“I'd like to get to know you, and who knows, we might end up forming a beautiful friendship.” Mike shrugged, quite certain that he would woo Scarlett.
“You mean you want to have sex with me? It's okay; just say it. That is precisely what I am aware of each of your desires; I have no objection to that. But the problem is that I don't do younger guys.” She was quick to tell him her thoughts.
“You think I can't handle you? Let me tell you, I can be a beast in bed; I'm sure I can fill up that little cunt of yours nicely.” He bragged, and a smirk played across his pink lips.
Scarlett's expression remained the same: “You are obviously immature and inexperienced, no matter how hard you try to praise yourself. We all know that you have never been able to make a girl squirt."
Mike’s eyes furrowed at Scarlett's harsh words, “And who said that?”
“No one needs to tell me; it's written all over you, Mr. Mike.” She got to her feet.
“Don't ever make the mistake of thinking that I'll ever have anything to do with a novice such as yourself.” She warned and then dragged Nelly out with her.
“Scarlett! What have you just done?” Nelly yelled.
“Just be quiet, please,” Scarlett replied. “Let's go,”
Ethan, who was still standing with his friends who were busy laughing at Mike's failed attempt, saw everything unfold and couldn't help but wonder who this girl really was and why she was always so feisty. His interest in getting to know her grew even more. He smiled and left the field to change out of his jersey.
~~~
Scarlett got home and found the house empty, just like she left. She let out a long sigh. Still feeling agitated about the whole situation, she decided to give her best friend, Lily, a call, telling her all that transpired between her and Adrian.
“Why don't you try to befriend him?” Lily suggested over the phone.
“What do you mean by befriending him? I want to fuck him, not befriend him.”
“It's pretty simple, Scarlett; try to become his friend and then lure him to your bed. He won't see it coming. If you keep trying to throw yourself at him in this manner, he may never give in. Try a softer approach this time around. Trust me, girl.”
Scarlett let out a breath after she hung up. She believed there was a lot of sense in what Lily just said and decided to give it a try. She was ready to do anything to get Adrian to do her bidding.
****
The next morning, Scarlett left for school, only to find out that she had Professor Gerald's class that morning. She started freaking out because she had completely forgotten about the assignment he gave, which carries 15% of their total grades for that semester.
She had heard rumors about the man being harsh and a tough nut to crack. Others submitted their assignments, but she didn't, and she knew it was going to affect her grades.
She was so terrified when the professor called her to his office after class that morning. She knew that mankind found her attractive, so an idea popped into her head.
“No crime in trying anyways,”
“Miss Davenport, you didn't turn in your assignment.” Professor Gerald pointed this out, and Scarlett placed her elbows on his desk, purposefully exposing her cleavage to him from her blue-tan top.
He gulped, unable to take his eyes off her attractive cleavage.
“I'm so sorry, professor; I completely forgot. Isn't there anything I can do about it?” She asked, making sure her tone was seductive. She got up from where she was sitting and went over to him, rubbing her palm on his chest.
“Well, I..." the professor stuttered, Scarlett smirked, seeing her little effort just paid off.
Closing the little space between them, Scarlett traced her finger on his shirt and brought it even lower, grabbed his throbbing dick through his pants, squeezing it slightly and making him groan. She got on her knees and unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down. His cock sprung to life, pointing straight at her.
“Oh God.” The professor moaned, his hand moving toward Scarlett's chest.
Scarlett accepted his hand, placed it on her breasts, and allowed him to feel and squeeze it as he pleased, maintaining eye contact with him. She then performed a wet hand maneuver. After some minutes, she stopped and got to her feet.
“Why did you stop? Please go on.” He was so desperate, and Scarlett was glad that her plan worked. She had him in a tight corner.
“Only if you overlook the assignment and give me the full score. You know, give and take.” She grinned.
The professor stared hopelessly at her.