When that 'something' is a 'someone', jealousy becomes bitter and dark. You can't spell jealousy without 'lousy'; and that's how a jealous person feel... until they can make the subject / object of that bitter jealousy feel it too.Janet Green was the second most popular girl at New Vista High School. She had everything: looks, sex appeal, brains, friends, pleasant manners, social graces, affluence, influence and confidence. The eleventh grader was sweet sixteen, sexy and bit sassy. Everyone loved. Sexy as hell. She pulled on the clear high heels, another clich?he’d decided to follow.Steve came back to check on her. He had to do a double take, he’d seen her when she walked in- how’d she change from strict school teacher to slutty stripper? His cock twitched.“Perfect.”She gave him that same roguish smile and kissed his cheek.Anne-Marie was waiting at the door for her. “So, you decided to come down?” Her friend was excited.She nodded and flashed a quick smile.“Awesome. So, there’s a bunch. All I wanted to do was, give an honest days work, for an honest days pay. But this extra money, and for what, sex? For pleasure like I had never felt in my life?I caught myself saying all this to my self. I know it now; I am going crazy; here I was arguing with myself convincing myself that this was all OK. After all, they did need some kind of attention, and besides as long as they kept giving me these tips, I would have one hell of a nest egg when I went back home. Don't get me wrong, this. Gagging on it but not stopping him from continuing to fuck my throat like it was the truckers ass. When I finally felt I couldn't take any more and was out of breath he stopped and pulled his freshly cleaned cock. My mouth felt empty and sad. I wanted more! He tells me to get up and bend over the sink. I obey his comand. They both start to grope my ass and body. "Wow he has a great body, look at this ass!" The trucker exclaims. The janitor agrees and spits on my ass rubbing a finger over my.