Megan's Broken Bra (Chapter 3 update) 12/26/24

[emobat]

Wow @emobat this story is getting better and better. Wonder what is on the video and what the owner of the video will do with it.

Thank you, I wonder that too! Not 100% sure where I'm going

[emobat]

***Part 3 I hope you enjoy, as previously constructive criticism and ideas are welcome here or DM***

My heart pounded as I opened up the video message. It was exactly what I thought, a video of me topless in the nurse's office. Then a text: Meet me in the competition gym at 3:30.

I felt nauseous. I knew it was Alex, hos creepy smugness seemed to radiate through the phone. The message was clear: I had to do what he said or face the embarrassment of everyone at school seeing me exposed.

The bell rang, jolting me out of my dread-filled thoughts. I shoved my phone into my pocket and trudged through the hallways, trying to act like nothing was wrong. But my mind raced with what he might do if I didn't show up. I knew if I went to the principal Alex would get into trouble, but I also knew the video would be passed around much longer than whatever punishment he had.

The last few classes of the day moved in slow motion, as my mind swirled with what to do. Once the final bell rang I made my way to the gym. It was across the street, newly built for our growing school, almost bigger thsn thr school itself. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The echo of my sneakers bouncing off the polished floor was the only sound. It was eerily empty, I didnt think anyone was practicing today. I spotted Alex sitting in the bleachers, his legs dangling over the side, a smug grin on his face.

"You came," he said, his voice echoing in the vast space.

My palms grew sweaty, and I felt a knot in my stomach as I approached the bleachers. "What do you want?" I snapped, trying to keep my voice steady.

Alex leaned back, his grin widening. "Just to see those pretty things of yours again, Megan."

I clenched my fists. "Why are you doing this to me?" I demanded, my voice shaking despite my efforts to appear strong.

Alex shrugged, his eyes never leaving my chest. "Why not? You've got something I want to see." His tone was casual, as if we were discussing the weather. "Now, up here, and do it slow."

With a mix of anger and fear, I began to ascend the bleachers. Each step was a battle, my legs feeling like they were made of jelly. When I reached the top, I took a deep breath and turned to face him, my eyes blazing. "You're such a pig," I spat.

Alex just chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "Call me what you want, as long as you give me what I want." He patted the spot next to him, gesturing for me to sit down. I complied, trying to keep as much distance between us as possible. "Now, let's make this little show worth my while," he said, his voice dropping to a low, lecherous tone that made my skin crawl.

My mind raced with ways to get out of this situation, but every escape plan seemed to vanish in the face of his confident smirk. He leaned closer, and I could feel his hot breath against my neck. "Take off your shirt," he whispered. "Do it now, or I'll make sure everyone sees this little gem."

I glanced around the deserted gym, desperately searching for something, anything that could help. The only sounds were the distant echoes of kids leaving the school and the thumping of my own heart in my ears. With trembling hands, I slowly began to lift my shirt. My stomach churned as the fabric came, exposing my plain sports bra. I could feel his eyes on me like a physical touch, a disgusting, violating pressure that made me want to scream.

Alex leaned in closer, his breath hot on my skin. "Keep going," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. I clenched my teeth, my fingernails digging into the fabric of my shirt. My face was hot with humiliation, but again a strange electrifying jolt of something ran through my body. I bit my lips, setting thr shirt down next to me, then began to lift my bra.

The gym's stark lights illuminated my bare breasts as the bra straps slipped down my shoulders. They felt heavy and exposed, and my nipples tightened into hard peaks. Alex's eyes widened, his smile turning predatory as he took in the sight.

"They're huge." He said, almost in awe.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I've always been self-conscious about my chest, developing so early. His eyes were glued to my breasts, and I could feel the heat of his gaze. "What are you going to do now?" I asked, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Alex's grin grew wider as he reached out, his hand hovering just above my skin. "Now, we make sure this little performance is worth it," he said, his voice low and hungry. Before I could react, he cupped my left breast, giving it a firm squeeze. I gasped, my body jolting with a mix of fear and an unexpected pleasure that I quickly tried to suppress.

He teased my nipples, lost in his own pleasure to notice the effect it was having on me. I felt my face flush even more, but not from embarrassment anymore. I was getting wet. "You like that?" He asked, his voice full of mock surprise. "You're pathetic," I spat, trying to ignore the way my body was betraying me.

Alex's grin grew wider as he leaned closer, his hand moving to my other breast. "You're so sensitive," he said, his voice now a low purr. "I hate you westing these sports bras every day, you need to get something that shows your curves better." His hands kept caressing my breasts.

I tried to ignore the way my body was responding to his touch, focusing instead on the anger that burned inside me. "Stop it," I managed to say, pushing his hand away.

Alex leaned back, his smug expression unchanged. "Oh, come on Megan, don't tell me you're not enjoying the attention." His eyes flicked down to my chest again, and I felt a twinge of disgust and arousal. I quickly looked away, trying to hide the flush that I knew was spreading across my face.

Then, the sound of the gym doors slamming open echoed through the room. We both jumped at the sudden intrusion. Panic flooded me as I realized we weren't alone anymore. I scrambled to pull my shirt back on, my heart racing as the fabric slid over my sensitive skin. The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, and I knew we had to get out of there fast. My sports bra still hung down below my breasts so as we jumped up they swung noticeably under my shirt.

Alex's smug expression turned to one of alarm, and he quickly pocketed his phone. "Hurry," he hissed, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the exit. I didn't need to be told twice. The footsteps grew closer, and I could make out the sound of someone else's breathing in the quiet space.

We rushed down the bleachers, my legs trembling as I stumbled to keep up with his urgent pace. The footsteps grew louder, and I feared we were about to be caught. But as we reached the bottom, the noise grew softer, as if whoever it was had turned down a different hallway. We paused, listening, Alex pushed me against the cold brick wall, grinding his erection against me.

"You're mine now," he murmured, his breath hot in my ear. His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel his erection pressing into me, and a fresh wave of fear washed over me. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something else - excitement, desire, and something else that made my stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

I shoved him away with all the strength I could muster, my chest heaving. "Get off me," I snarled.

Alex took a step back, a look of surprise flitting across his face before the smugness returned. "Oh, so you're playing hard to get now?" He chuckled, his hand still hovering near my waist.

"This isn't a game," I said through gritted teeth, trying to push down the confusing mix of emotions that were swirling inside me. "You're a creep, and I want you to leave me alone."

Alex grins, "No more sports bras. Wear something cute tomorrow." His voice dropped again, my skin prickled.

I pulled away, checking my phone I saw i needed to hurry to catch the late bus. I ran with my arms over my chest, making the bus just in time. I sat in the back panting, my hands idly caressing my nipples through my shirt. I knew I was in trouble, but part of me liked it.

[Darky]

You made it even more exciting than I suspected. Keep it up girl!

[emobat]

You made it even more exciting than I suspected. Keep it up girl!

Thank you! I'm hoping to get another chapter soon