"Hi guys, I'm Candy" I said, turning slowly to give them the full benefit of my hot, womanly body, my curves and long legs in stockings and a very short skirt, I could see from their expressions that they liked what they saw, "Are you guys checking me out?" I asked flirtatiously. "You're kind of cute," I said, addressing Greg, "Maybe I'll let you buy me a drink."
I didn't quite know what I was doing but a plan was forming in my mind, something was telling me that maybe I could find a way to get back at this bullying, homophobic arsehole and get some great sex with a hot guy at the same time. I could tell that he certainly didn't remember me at all, I guess I'd changed a bit since then.I could also tell that he was pretty into me. As I beckoned him over from the group and had him buy me a drink, he was totally compliant, no more of his brash posturing. I was already in control of the situation and this made me feel pretty good about it.
His friends looked pretty astounded that I had made a move on their boy and seemed to be enjoying his company. As ever with groups of lads, they were both egging him on and laughing and mocking him at the same time. After a couple of drinks we began to dance together. By now he was no longer so completely under my spell, and his brash, showing off side came back as he began to grind his body against mine, running his hands over my pert arse.
"Look at those fags," he said, indicating his friends, "So fucking jealous, they could never get a hot girl like you to even speak to them. None of them are real men, just a bunch of queer sissies."
The way he spoke about the other guys brought me back to how he treated at me at school, even while the closeness of his fit, athletic body began to make me a little hot and flustered. Unlike at school, when he used to drive me to tears, now I smiled inwardly at the thought that even while his talk was all gay bashing, he had completely failed to notice the cock hanging beneath the skirt of the gorgeous girl he was pressing his body close against on the dancefloor. Well, I was now pretty convinced that before the night was out, he was going to know about it. I was going to turn him into the cock loving queer he liked to bully.
