Bill Peters didn't like Rohan Wayland. It wasn't because of the way he dressed or the way he looked. It was to do with his intelligence. Bill had never liked anyone who was cleverer than himself. He had plans for his future and no Rohan Wayland was going to come between him and... his plans.

He lifted his cup of coffee and watched Jack Benny in deep discussion with Wayland. It had to be stopped, this growing respect Jack was showing the nerd. There were ways. Like the time Jeremy Stotter won the excellence award for showing the greatest initiative in physics in their senior year. He had been well on his way to getting school dux until Bill put a stop to it.

He chuckled at the memory. What was the girl's name? Trudi Sauder. Yeah. She'd been more than eager to unwittingly help him out. Young girls usually were if you swore you loved them.

A box of chocolates, a bunch of flowers and some loving words could work wonders on any dim-witted bimbo. Bill wondered what ever happened to her. He'd promised to buy her a ring if she gave his best mate a head job in the science lab after school. How had he put it? "Poor Jeremy's never even kissed a girl, Trudi, and he's my best friend. If you loved me, you'd do it for me."

After that it was easy, he hadn't needed a flash and the photo somehow mysteriously appeared on the principal's desk a few days later. Jeremy suddenly transferred to a different school leaving Bill Peters to take out the honours. 

 Instead of buying Trudi a ring he made her cry.

Yes... Bill liked making them cry. The sound of their pleading voices and pathetic tears rolling down their cheeks turned him on. Every time he watched one of his filmed sessions, he got off. It was good... really good.

Now he had more plans which involved Sally Parks. Yes, he mused, there were always ways to put a stop to those who interfered with his plans. Sally would come in very handy.

He skimmed his eyes to where she sat across the table from him. She was looking at Wayland's back. Bill watched her squirm on her seat and listened to the soft noises she was making. He wondered if she was fantasizing about Wayland. Her tongue slid out of her mouth. She gasped a little as she looked away and shifted her eyes to look at Bill.

"Do you want to go to the toilet with me, Billy? I think I need to go and I want you to come with me," she said a little breathlessly.

"Yes." Bill laughed and nodded as he thought, yes... Sally parks would come in very handy. He stood and followed her down the hall.

*

Three nights he had been with Sally, he couldn't believe how insatiable she was. He franticly unzipped his fly as she sat on the toilet seat. He lifted her up, wrapped her legs around his waist, and then rammed himself inside of her. Bill heard her whimper. Good, he was hurting her. It made him feel powerful. The sensation gushed through him so he pushed harder.

"You're hurting me!"

Bill lifted his head at the sound of her words and gasped for air as he rammed her again.

"Bill... please..."

Hearing pain in her voice heightened the experience for him. He couldn't wait to give her the full treatment but it'd take some time to get her used to the idea. As she whimpered again and begged him to stop Bill emptied inside of her.

When he withdrew, she slapped him across the face. "You bastard!"

Chuckling, Bill took hold of her wrists, pushed them against the cubicle wall and pressed his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry, baby. You feel so good and the sound of you whimpering drove me insane." He felt her relax. They always relaxed when he spun them this line.

"Really?"

Bill sighed and tittered again, "Yeah really." He let go of one of her wrists and moved his hand between her thighs. "Now it's your turn, honey."

*

Sally pulled up her knickers, watched Bill tuck in his shirt. "Will you come over tonight?" she asked.

He looked over at her as he washed his hands in the sink. "I don't think so. We're flat out in the lab at the moment and I'm falling behind. Benny keeps at me because that fucking jerk Wayland's been working through his lunch hours the last two days. If I want to make an impression, I'm gonna have to work late tonight." He bent down and kissed her on the cheek as he tapped her butt. "And I need to catch up on my sleep. You're wearing me out girl."

Sally huffed and pouted, she swung opened the door to the hallway. "Well fuck you, Bill. I just might not be available next time you're after a bit." She flounced off down the hall.

With a smirk on his face, he watched her go. His plans were finally coming to fruition. He was fucking Sally Parks, now he could move onto his next goal. Rohan Wayland.

Mm... what to do about Rohan Wayland? As he opened the door to the lab he glanced across at Rohan's back. His lip lifted in a sneer as he thought of the look on Sally's face when Wayland had come into the staff room to make a coffee and sat talking with Jack. In the ten minutes he had been there to drink it and eat his sandwich Bill had watched Sally squirm on her seat more than once. He had an unpleasant feeling Wayland was part of the reason she had wanted to have sex in the toilet. If he found out she was fucking the weirdo too, he'd kill the bitch. 

I think someone should kill Bill Peters.