Lizzie circles MG intensely in the gym. Lizzie had already one four rounds of sparring without even breaking a sweat, MG, however, was panting like a bitch in heat. He agreed to spar with her for a bet. He never thought it would be this hard to get her to tap out. Granted, he was holding back because he didn't want to hurt her, but even with that, her strategy was just simply better than his. She had been pinning him, left and right, and every time he thought he knew her next move, she did something different.

"Told you I'd win."

"You haven't won yet. It was best five out of ten."

"So basically this is my match point. You tap out, and you owe me fifty bucks."

"Except that's not gonna happen," MG smirks with determination. Lizzie rolls her eyes, with a snicker.

"Whatever you say, Milton. Look you're never gonna win if you keep holding back, you know?"

"Well, I don't want to bruise you, besides you're like half my body weight."

"And even with that, I'm still kicking your ass."

"Watch it Saltzman, who says I'm not just letting you win?"

"You're too much of a feminist for that. Also, your whiny screams when I had your arm bent back says otherwise. Now enough talk, I wanna hurry up and use your money for those new boots I wanted."

"You're not getting my money."

"We'll see about that." She smiles. He charges at her full speed, and her eyes can't seem to track him. She smirks, as she hears his heartbeat behind her. He grabs her from behind, pulling his forearm around her neck. She grins, grabbing his shoulder, and flipping him over her back. He groans, with a large thud when he hits the ground. She grabs his arm and twists it between her thighs. He yelps, with a groan. "Tap out Milton."

"No!"

"C'mon I'm supposed to be having lunch with Josie and Hope in twenty minutes so hurry this up and tap out!"

"No!"

"Ugh! You're being really stubborn and annoying right now! You and I both know you can't get out of this so just-" In that instant, he reaches back with his right arm, grabs Lizzie by her collar. She gasps and her grip loosens on his left arm. He breaks free, and speeds to his feet, pinning her against the wall. Lizzie groans, as he pins her from behind. Her cheek pressing against the cool grip, while she whimpers a bit from the tight grip around both of her wrists.

"Ha! Told you I could get out of it! Your move Saltzman!"

"Easy." She grins, and she shuts her eyes. She grabs onto MG's arms, starts to pull the magic from his body, into hers. He groans, falling to his knees, but his grip was still iron tight.

"Hey! That's not fair! You're siphoning!"

"Oops." She shrugs carelessly. He eventually let go from the pain and collapses to his knees panting. Lizzie struts over to him and crosses his arms. "See? And all of this could've been avoided if you tapped out. Too bad." She smirks, before tackling him to the ground and straddling him. He reaches up quickly, but she grabs both his wrist and pins them back down to the mat. She starts to siphon more magic from him, just for good measure. He groans, and grunts tugging from her grip, but it was no use. He was too weak. "Ha! Guess who's getting a new pair of boots?" The blonde snickers, tossing her hair back with a smile.

"I didn't tap out yet!"

"Ugh, MG it's useless. I have you pinned, and I took your magic so it's no way you're getting out. Besides, even if you do, I'll catch you again, and again, and again. Like I said I have lunch to get to so let's make this quick. Do you yield?"

"No."

"Seriously? Do you have to be so stubborn?" She groans annoyedly, sitting up. She lets go of his wrist, he shoots up almost immediately, she holds him down by his chest and shut her eyes. She whispers a spell under her breath, and he stays in place. "It's a freezing spell. You can't move unless I tell you to. So I'll ask again, do you yield?" She asks, crossing her arms, leaning over him. MG feels his heart start to race. Lizzie's blue eyes are laced with determination, while she smirks. She knows she's going to win. Her chest, so close to his face, he feels his blood start to travel South. Her thin, white crop top dangles over his face, and he can see straight up her shirt. She's wearing a see-through white strappy bra. God no! Please! Not now! He thinks, trying his best to control himself. He can't move, not his eyes to look away, or limbs to push her off, or even lips to answer her. He hated this. He feels like he was taking advantage of her. She furrows her brows. "Well? Do you?" She asks, impatiently. She chuckles to herself. "Oh, I forgot you can't answer. My bad." She pins his wrist in place and undoes the spell. "So?" She asks, one final time.

"L-Lizzie, get up." Is all he can will himself to say, while his mouth runs dry. Shit. Shit. Shit. Her brows furrow and she rolls her eyes.

"That doesn't sound like a yield to me."

"No, Liz I'm serious-"

"MG just say you yield, and I'll let you up." She says tiredly. He breaks loose from her hold and tries his best to push her off of him but he's still too weak. She shrieks, before pinning his hands back down. "What the hell!? Just yield! I don't get why you're being so weird-" She stiffens, and her eyes widen. Her back arches, unintentionally, and her brows are straight as a wire.

"I-I-" MG stammers unable to come up with an explanation. His face feels like it's on fire, from the searing blush on his face. Her surprised expression starts to fade, and instead, she smirks, almost mischievously.

"Do you have a hard-on?!"

"N-No! I don't! I swear it-"

"You're lying! I can literally feel it against me!"

"Lizzie! C'mon, that's embarrassing!"

"Oh my god! You totally do! I haven't even been moving! All I did was straddle you!"

"You-Your top ok!?" He groans embarrassedly, darting his eyes up. She looks down and chuckles.

"Oh, you can see my bra, is that it?"

"Why are you enjoying this? Look your dad can barge in anytime and this looks bad for me so please just get up!"

"No." She answers simply, and MG's heart nearly shoots from his chest. What is this game she's playing?

"N-No? What do you mean 'no?"

"Exactly what I said."

"Why!?"

"Lots of reasons, mostly because I don't want to."

"I-I don't understand."

"Ok, lemme spell it out for you." She whispers, almost seductively. She leans in even closer, the tip of her nose brushes his. MG's eyes widen, and he wishes he didn't enjoy this, but he does. He enjoys it a lot, and he's sure Lizzie can feel just how much. "I have a new bet for you." She whispers, her warm breath almost caresses his cheeks. He gulps nervously.

"What is it?"

Lizzie snickers. She likes making him squirm. It makes her feel powerful. She dips down and places a soft kiss on his jawline. That alone is enough to finish Milton off, but she doesn't stop there. She kisses up his jawline, leans in his ear slowly, and chuckles lightly.

"I bet I can make you cum, right here, right now, without you ever going inside me." She whispers, and it sends warm shivers down MG's spine. Lizzie feels his hard member twitch between her thighs. He looks at her in shock and just stammers.

"W-What are you talking about!? Lizzie, you're dad can walk in-"

"He's not going to walk in. Chill out. What are you a virgin or something?" She teases, and MG' clenches his jaw, looking away. She scoffs with a laugh. "No fucking way. Little Milton Greasley is still a virgin?"

"Stop it."

"Aw, you've never seen boobs before? Is that why your dick is so hard?" She mocks him, shaking her breast in his face. He turns away, groaning, and she laughs.

"I really don't think this is a good idea."

"Oh please, don't act like you don't like it. I know you're lying. Your boner is telling me otherwise." She says, shifting her waist slightly. MG stiffens, with a moan, clasping his lips down. She laughs. "Wow, you must be really hard. I barely moved and you're already eager to cum."

"Lizzie please just-"

"How about we kick this into high gear?" She asks, but it was more rhetorical. She siphons more magic from him, and he groans. She smiles. He's too weak to even move now. She lets go of his wrist, and MG can barely sit up, let alone fight back. She reaches for the bottom of her shirt, and he already knows where this is going. His eyes widen, and he shakes his head frantically.

"No Lizzie don't-"

"Too late." She smirks, tossing her top to the side. She reveals her white lacy bralette. The lace just barely covers her nipples, and the straps coming down in the center, connected by one bow. MG looks away and shakes his head. "What's wrong? You don't like them? Are they too small?"

"O-Of course not! Th-They're fine- great! This is wrong though!"

"How? How is it wrong?"

"Because! We can get caught at any time!"

"That's the thrill of it. C'mon, don't be such a prude. I wonder how you'll handle it when I take off my shorts."

"Y-Your shorts!? No! Lizzie, I swear to god if I'll-"

"You'll what? Oh I know, you'll do nothing. The spell I just did ensures that for me actually."

"S-Spell? What spell?"

"No need to worry about it." She smiles, rising to her feet. He tries to move, but his limbs feel like there are fifty-pound weights attached to them, and without his strength, that's way heavier than it sounds. She turns around, back facing him, and bends over, pulling her gym shorts down slowly, revealing the lacy panties she had to match her bra. He gulps, audibly, and looks away.

"Lizzie we can't do this-"

"Really? You're throbbing cock says otherwise." She snickers, pointing to his crotch. He looks down, and his member stands straight up, on its own. Fuck. He scolds himself. He covers it with his hands quickly, and groans. His body is so heavy. She crosses her arms. "Oh my god. You are totally getting a hard-on from this. At this rate, I'll have you cumming before I even have to strip." She teases, and MG just looks away. He starts to steady his breathing and think of something to distract him from his current predicament.

"Lizzie you have to stop-"

"Oh no, is this gonna make it worse?" She mocks him, pulling both her breasts from her bra and shaking them around. MG's eyes widen, and he squirms, trying but failing to get up.

"Oh shit. Stop it. Oh my god, I can't do this." He groans, trying to calm himself down, but it isn't working. She plays with her nipples and giggles.

"Look at you! You can't even control yourself! Taking advantage of a poor girl like me goes against everything you stand for, right Milton?" Lizzie mocks him, fondling herself. His breath trembles and he covers his face with his hands.

"Stop it. Please." He whines, and she gets on her knees in front of him.

"What? You like it. I know you like it. I can see your dick getting even harder, which by the way I didn't even know was possible." She snickers, and he just shakes his head.

"No, no, no-"

"Hey MG, you wanna see some more?" She laughs, pulling down her panties slowly.

"Oh my god. No. Please. Your dad could come in at any moment-"

"Will you stop mentioning him? He's not gonna come in."

"Even still! This isn't right!"

"MG I know you like it! I can see your boner right there!" She giggles, grabbing his throbbing member. He moans, pushing her hands away with a gasp. He pushes himself up and tries to scoot away. He moans, feeling her warm hands rub him through his shorts. "Oh my god, you totally love this! You are such a perv!" She giggles, feeling him up. She pulls away and crosses her arms. He covers himself, embarrassedly

"No, it's not like that! I couldn't help it-"

"Not like what? You got hard from an innocent sparring match. You used my body for your own sick and twisted fantasies. You took advantage of me."

"No. No. I-I didn't mean to-"

"Well, you did. Are you gonna take advantage of this?" She asks, spreading her legs, and tossing off her panties. MG looks down at her womanhood, with wide eyes. His heart stops, and he feels like all the air has left his lungs. A warm heat floods his body, and his stomach drops like he's on a rollercoaster. What is she doing to me? He thinks, resisting the urge to bite his lip.

"This is so wrong." He says, staring at her, almost drooling. He can feel his member twitch in shorts just looking at her. She plays with herself lightly, giggling.

"C'mon just look at it. I know you want to." She teases, feeling up his thighs with her free hand. He covers his face, with his hands, and looks away. "I know you wanna sneak one peak so just do it, Milton."

"Um, I-I can't-"

"What's wrong? You've never seen a girl's pussy before? Only in your lame ass pornos, right?"

"Please cover yourself-"

"Aw, you're blushing. It's so cute. Look how hard you're getting just from looking at me!" She giggles, rubbing his member. He stiffens, and his eyes roll back with a moan.

"W-Why are you doing this?"

"I like teasing you. I like watching you squirm. To be honest, it's making me really, really, really wet." She says lustfully, massaging her clit lightly. MG just stammers, looking at her in confusion and shock. She snickers. "You are such a dork, it's honestly so adorable."

"L-Lizzie pl-please stop this-"

"If you really want me to stop then why is your dick still hard?"

"I-I can't control that! I really don't think Dr. Saltzman would approve of this!"

"So? He isn't here right now, besides he can't stop me and neither can you." She says, sitting up quickly.

"Lizzie no! Stop-" Before he can even finish, Lizzie pulls down his shorts, and his member flings out. He gasps, and he's practically a tomato at this point. She gasps, looking at his hardened member, leaking precum from the tip. She covers her mouth, snickering.

"Oh my god! Look at how fucking hard you are! I haven't even touched you yet!" She laughs, staring at it in shock. He shakes his head, covering it, and she moves his hand away. She grabs it gently, and his chest rises with a moan. "Don't worry. I've done this before, can't say the same for you, virgin." She teases.

"You don't know that."

"Of course I do." She smirks, batting her eyelashes. She strokes him slowly, and his moans, arching his back a bit. She licks her hand, and strokes him slowly, up and down. Precum, dripping from his tip onto her fingers. She pulls away and licks it from her fingers with a giggle. "Yum."

"L-Lizzie-"

"Shh. Time for me to win a bet." She smirks, pushing him back down onto the mat. She straddles him again, but this time, she grinds herself onto him slowly, being sure not to put him inside her. His breath trembles, and his toes curls. She moans, and her eyes roll back. "Fuck." She moans. "Honestly, I'm glad I don't have to actually fuck you to win the bet because I don't even think you could fit inside me anyway." She moans, picking up the pace slightly. She rocks her hips against him and feels electricity shoot up her clit. She nearly screams, but it doesn't stop her.

"L-Lizzie I'm gonna-"

"Do it. I'm so close." She moans, grinding into him roughly. All the pressure builds up in her body, and she's so close. She starts to get goosebumps and her toes curls. She grabs her breast and her back arches. "Agh!" She screams, while her legs shake on top of him. Her eyes roll back, and she cums right on his cock. Her moans are like music to MG, and he can't resist anymore. He can't hold it back. So he lets go. Strings of cum, shoot up his chest and stomach, while he lets out a loud groan. Lizzie collapses onto his chest, panting. She whispers and undoes the spell. She raises her head and looks him in the eye. "You owe me...a hundred...bucks." She pants between breaths, and MG can't even seem to think, as he comes down from his high. He just nods weakly.

"Fine. You win." He pants out, and Lizzie smirks to herself.