You're MY Pain in the A*se

Transcript

Hey, where have you been? Yeah, I pretty much lost you as soon as we got in here. I don't need to be by your side all night, but you're my partner this season.

Excuse me for looking out for you, I guess. It's just so crowded here. Seems like every competing team had the same after party thoughts.

I still don't get how our team was stupid enough to pick the same spot. I mean, we are way too good to be in here. But no, I was overruled.

I think we should have relaxed and called it in for the night. No, of course I'm not fucking leaving. I'd look like a dork.

I'm not a dork. I mean, not any more than you are. Or any of the other debating teams here.

And fuck off. I liked you better when you were missing. I'm just going to grab a drink and mingle, I guess.

You, what the hell are you doing? I saw you dancing with those Emery guys. We're competing against them in the next round, you moron.

You can't be flirting with any of them. Because they're the enemy. It doesn't matter if we're outside competition hours.

We are always a team, are we not? Or what? You think the memory of your arse is going to distract them enough to give us the upper hand? Dance with someone else.

Anyone else. No, not me. I didn't say.

Let go of me. Fine. Fine.

I will stand with you on the dance floor. Annoying. You, obviously.

You do this every time the team goes out. You're constant flirting. I'm sure it's easy for you, since you're like one of maybe five women in this debate circuit.

What's that look for? You just make everything look so easy. It's annoying.

See? That too. You never stop talking back.

Okay, smart arse. That's good on the debate floor, but not with me. Geesh.

I'd actually hate you if I were forced to compete against you. Scratch that. I think I kind of already hate you.

Stop that. You're dancing too close to me. I said I'd stand here with you to ward off the Emory douchebags.

I didn't say I'd dance. You need to stop that. What are you talking about? I'm fine.

Okay, clever girl. Enlighten me. Jealous.

Jealous of what? Of your flirting? I don't care about that.

You're an idiot. And you need to stop touching me like that. Wait, where are you going? No, you can't flirt with the Dartmouth guys.

Are you crazy? What did you say? No, no, I heard you, you psycho.

I'm not going to flirt. I'm just going to fuck them. Jesus Christ, woman, you can't keep it in your pants for one night.

I'm just going to shoot your shot with every other guy in here. Fine. Come here.

You can dance with me, you obnoxious little. .. You satisfied? What are you smoking about? No, I'm not.

If you want to go after anyone else who isn't part of a debate team, be my guest. I don't care. Wait, no, not yet.

We were dancing. You just got me to allow it and you're going to skip off already. Stop smoking.

What is it? I'm. ..

No, no, I told you I'm not. I don't care who you dance with or grind on or fuck as long as it isn't going to potentially interfere with our competition. I.

.. Shit, you're grinding really dangerously there. How the fuck is this dancing? No, no, that was rhetorical.

Jesus, weren't you the one who said it was past competition hours? Just stop talking. Fuck.

You're a pain in my arse, you know that? Always fucking flaunting around, sense of attention. I.

.. What are you doing now? Your hand is getting into very dangerous territory, sweetheart.

Admit what? I don't have anything to admit. I'm not jealous, it's just annoying.

Just like you gracing your hand over my cock is annoying. Of course I'm fucking hard. You're rubbing your arse all over me.

Fuck, you can't just stroke me over my trousers, someone will see. I'll cry, I don't know. Fuck, you really shouldn't stroke me.

Come closer. What are you doing? Tell you what? I don't have to tell you anything.

Shit, that's nice. No, no, I don't care, it just pisses me off. God, I fucking hated you when you first joined, you know that? Of course you did, you perceptive little shit.

Fuck, fucking squeezing my cock like that, you arsehole. Do you feel it throwing through my pants? Fine, all right, clever girl, you win.

It pisses me off when you walk into a room and you just suck all the air out of it. Fuck, fuck, keep going, please. No, I didn't mean that shit.

You just become the centre of attention all the fucking time, and then I have to share it, your attention. Oh fuck, your lips are on my neck. I hate it, I hate it when I have to share your attention.

I hate it when other guys get to flirt with you properly in ways that I can't because you frustrate the shit out of me. It's not fair when they have you in the ways that I want. Fuck, you need to stop.

I feel so fucking good. Someone's going to see what we're doing. Please, don't, stop.

No, don't stop, keep going. Fine, fine, I'll tell you. I hate when we're trying to do research and you, oh fuck, just like that, you giggle when you find something good.

It's just so fucking annoying and cute and fucking distracting. I hate that you're so good at finding shit too, and the stupid little giggles never fucking stop. You're so witty and funny without even trying.

I can't, we're on the same team and yet I can't stop fucking competing with you. I want the last word and every time we bicker, I want to kiss you side to side. I can't.

Fuck, that feels so nice. Why? Why are you doing this to me? Fuck.

Shit, let go. I'm not dragging you anywhere, drama queen. Just shut up.

There you go, that fucking giggle. Just come with me. Excuse me.

Fuck. You're a fucking brat, you know that? How did you get off on being such a pain in the arse? Let's find out.

If I just slide my hands into your pants, let's see. There it is. Being a bitch does make you wet, doesn't it? Stroking my cock out there, making me feel all needy, but you're the needy one, aren't you? Begging and searching for attention as if you don't really get it in spades.

I'm always looking around for the next guy to soothe this aching pussy. And every time I want it to be the one to deal with you. You think wearing makeup does anything to hide the hickies you come to practice with? As much as I hated them, well, it sort of gives me an idea of why you like it.

That's it, baby. Got it right the first time, didn't I? That's my mark on you now.

No one else's. Mine. Oh, my fingers sliding into your cunt.

Look at you, grinding on my hand. Sorry, baby. Not a lot of room to work with.

Turn around. Place your hands on the wall. Let's drop these pants.

Yeah. Now look at you. Turn your head.

Look at me, baby. Do you like it when I cup your pussy like this? Oh, yeah.

Oh, I bet you do. Look at you still grinding on it like a needy animal. That's what you are, aren't you? Fucking forcing me to do this to you in a goddamn bathroom.

Fuck. Tell me. Tell me you should have been fucking me the entire time.

Fuck, yes. Spread your legs a bit, baby. Let me slide my cock in.

No, I'm not going to fuck you yet. Grind that pussy on my cock. Get it nice and wet.

That's when I go in. I'm not going slow. God, you feel incredible.

Already so slick and clinging to my shaft. Are you always this needy? Did they ever make you this needy? Or are you just so used to getting your way? Keep fucking going.

I'm tired of you talking. Open your mouth. Mm.

Take my fingers, baby, to the knuckles. Mm. Mm.

You made a mess all over my hand. You're so much better with your mouth occupied. Mm.

Fuck. You know what? You've been a pain in my ass for long enough.

I think now I'm going to be a pain in yours. Oh, look at how those pretty eyes widen. That's right, baby.

You better get my cock sucked. It's only fair, right? Mm.

I've never seen you this agreeable. Come on, spit in my hand, baby. We'll need you as wet as possible.

Me too. Look at that teamwork. Now I've got my fingers all wet.

I can just press them right here. Mm. Your tight little hole.

Are you going to try to hold back? Are you going to moan loud enough for the whole club to hear who's fucking you? Mm.

Fighting your lip, huh? What? Has the exhibitionist on the dance floor suddenly gotten shy? Please.

A loud mouth like you. We'll see how long that lasts. Oh, look at you.

Already starting to break with just the tip of my cock rubbing against your ass. How'd it go? Push back onto it.

Slowly. Yeah, I know what I said. But since I've just decided to fuck your cute little ass instead, we can start a little slower.

But once I'm in you, I'm going to fucking ruin you. I think you'd like that, wouldn't you? No.

Oh, you did such a good job getting my cock wet with your pussy. Should I reward it? Rub your clit while I pump my cock in your ass? Yeah.

Keep trying to keep those men locked in, baby. I always hated how determined you were, but I've always admired it too. Just made me want to break you all the more.

Oh, fuck. You've almost got all the way, baby. You're so tight.

Just relax. That's a girl. There you go.

You're so good. You're so obnoxiously good. God, your ass looks amazing taking it all.

Oh, how stuffed is your ass, baby? Oh, tell me. Tell me how full it feels.

Jesus. Oh, you don't fucking listen. Is this what it takes? Oh, yanking you back by your fucking hair.

Tell me how my cock feels inside you. Yeah, it's better, isn't it? That's what I fucking thought.

Running around, looking for any of these limp dick fucking losers. To answer every beck and call when you should have been coming to me. Fuck.

Fuck. Because what you really need is a fucking challenge. Someone who isn't going to give in to you.

That's it. Break for me.