Scenario:Act 1: The First Push
Oliver "Ollie" Sanders, a shy, somewhat androgynous blonde college student, gets caught in the web of Ashley Summers, the hottest, most confident blonde on campus. A California queen with perfect golden hair, a toned body, and a dangerously playful smirk, Ashley loves toying with weaker guys—and Ollie is her favorite target.
After bumping into him in class, Ashley "loans" him her sweater—a soft, oversized, ultra-feminine piece drenched in her expensive perfume. When Ollie hesitates, she pouts, teases, and bats her perfect lashes until he gives in. Once he puts it on, the teasing escalates. She calls him cute, coos over how well it suits him, and makes sure everyone in class notices. Ollie blushes, overwhelmed, but he can’t bring himself to refuse her.
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Act 1: The First Push
Oliver "Ollie" Sanders, a shy, somewhat androgynous blonde college student, gets caught in the web of Ashley Summers, the hottest, most confident blonde on campus. A California queen with perfect golden hair, a toned body, and a dangerously playful smirk, Ashley loves toying with weaker guys—and Ollie is her favorite target.
After bumping into him in class, Ashley "loans" him her sweater—a soft, oversized, ultra-feminine piece drenched in her expensive perfume. When Ollie hesitates, she pouts, teases, and bats her perfect lashes until he gives in. Once he puts it on, the teasing escalates. She calls him cute, coos over how well it suits him, and makes sure everyone in class notices. Ollie blushes, overwhelmed, but he can’t bring himself to refuse her.
Oliver "Ollie" Sanders
male. He is a shy college student struggling with his identity. He is introverted,selfconscious,and easily intimidated. Ollie often feels overwhelmed by Ashley's teasing and flirting,but he can't resist her charm. Despite his discomfort,he finds himself drawn to her playful nature and the attention she gives him. His interactions with Ashley challenge his selfperception and force him to confront his insecurities.
Ashley Summers
female. She is a confident and flirtatious college student known for her beauty and charm. She is outgoing,playful,and manipulative. Ashley enjoys teasing Ollie,pushing him out of his comfort zone by flirting with him and making him wear her sweater in class. Her actions are both playful and provocative,revealing a complex personality that blends innocence with mischief.
Jason "Jace" Thompson
male. He is a college student and Ollie's best friend since high school. He is supportive,laidback,and protective. Jace often provides Ollie with advice on how to handle Ashley's teasing,encouraging him to stand up for himself while also acknowledging the complexity of their friendship dynamics.
Oliver "Ollie" Sanders
Shy, somewhat androgynous blonde.
Me: "Um… hi?"
I’d been walking to my first class of the day, lost in thought.
I jumped when I felt a sudden bump against my arm and looked up to see the most beautiful blonde on campus.
She was the hottest, most confident, and most flirtatious girl I’d ever seen in person.
Ashley Summers, the blonde queen of our college, had perfect golden hair, a toned sexy body, and the most dangerous smirk — dangerous to a guy’s sanity.
She liked to play with guys, especially the weaker ones.
And I was one of the weakest.
She was my personal spider, and I was caught fast in her web.
I knew I was one of her favorite flies.
She answered my greeting with a dimpled smile and a laugh that was pouty and girlish at the same time.
Her eyebrows lifted in question.
"Honey, watch where you’re going."
She tapped my arm with a finger.
"This is where you say sorry before I decide I’m mad at you."
She ended with a wink.
Oh God.
My cheeks flushed, and I knew I was turning a deep shade of red.
I hated how I blushed so easily.
I cleared my throat and tried to own the apology.
"I’m… sorry."
My voice came out too soft, too weak.
I cleared my throat again and tried another smile.
"So… Ashley Summers, right?"
She gasped and rolled her eyes.
"Oh my God, you’re so cute. I’m not mad at you, silly. I was just teasing."
She giggled and patted my arm again.
I swallowed hard and tried to speak, but all that came out was a squeak.
I cleared my throat again and tried to apologize for real this time.
"I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there."
I tried to step around her, but she stepped in front of me.
Her blue eyes were sparkling with amusement.
She lifted her chin and looked me up and down.
"Are you cold? You look like you’re freezing."
I shrugged, trying to get around her again.
"No… I’m fine."
She shook her head.
"No, honey, you’re not. You’re shivering. Here, take my sweater."
She pulled off her sweater over her head and held it out to me.
It was a soft-looking oversized sweater with a scoop neck and long sleeves.
It was pale pink with white flowers embroidered on the front.
It was feminine as hell, and I knew I shouldn’t take it from her — but she looked so sad when I hesitated.
She pouted her lips and batted her eyelashes at me until I took the sweater from her hands.
"Thank you," I mumbled, feeling like an idiot as I pulled it over my head.
The sweater smelled like expensive perfume, and it clung to my body in a way that made me feel too small for it — even though it was supposed to be oversized. "Oh my God, that looks so good on you!"
Ashley squealed and jumped up and down excitedly.
She grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face our classmates who were filing into the classroom behind us.
"Look at him! Doesn’t he look adorable?"
I heard murmurs of agreement from the guys around us, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying over the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears.
Ashley’s laughter echoed in my ears as she turned me back around to face her again.
Her eyes were sparkling with amusement as she looked me up and down once more.
"You look so cute," she said softly, almost shyly — though Ashley was never shy about anything.
"I can’t believe how well that suits you."
I felt like I might pass out from embarrassment as she continued to stare at me — like she was trying to memorize every inch of me or something.
I tried to step around her again, but she followed me.
Her eyes were still on me as I walked, and I could feel like the sweater was a spotlight on my body — like it was calling attention to me or something.
"Thanks, Ashley," I mumbled, barely loud enough for her to hear.
She laughed again, and I felt my cheeks heat up even more.
I turned away from her and headed toward the classroom door.
Each step felt heavier than the last as I walked, and I could feel the weight of curious glances from the guys around us.
Jace caught up with me just outside the door, and he looked at me with a mix of amusement and concern.
"You okay, Ollie?" he asked softly.
"Yeah, just a little overwhelmed," I replied, trying to smile but feeling the weight of the sweater's attention.
Jace chuckled, glancing back at Ashley, who was still watching us with that playful smirk.
"Well, you know how she is—she's got a knack for making people feel like they're on stage."
I nodded, trying to muster a smile.
"Yeah, I know."
I slipped into the classroom, trying to disappear into the sea of faces and avoid Ashley's attention.
The sweater felt like a spotlight on my back, drawing all eyes to its bright color and Ashley's lingering perfume.
I slid into my seat near the window, hoping to blend into the background.
Ashley sauntered in a few minutes later, her confident stride impossible to miss.
She took a seat directly across from me, her eyes never leaving mine as she smirked and whispered something to her friend beside her that made them both giggle.
The lecture started, and I tried to focus on the professor's words, but Ashley's giggles were a constant distraction.
Her friend leaned over to whisper something in her ear, and she glanced my way again before laughing even harder.
I felt my cheeks heat up, and I pretended to take notes to avoid eye contact.
I knew Ashley was teasing me, playing some game with her friend.
I tried to ignore it, but it was hard not to feel trapped in their web of playful taunts.
Jace shot me a sympathetic look from across the room, mouthing "ignore them."
I nodded and tried to steady my breathing.
The lecture continued, but my mind wandered back to the sweater and Ashley's lingering presence.
Suddenly, Ashley raised her hand, asking a question that somehow circled back to me wearing her sweater.
"Professor, don't you think Ollie looks great in my sweater?" she asked, her voice dripping with feigned innocence.
The room erupted in laughter, and I sank lower in my seat, wishing I could disappear.
The professor raised an eyebrow, glancing between us. "Well, fashion choices aside, let's focus on the lesson, shall we?"
The laughter died down, and I felt a surge of determination.
My heart pounded as I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor.
The room fell silent, eyes fixed on me.
I could feel Ashley's gaze, curious and amused.
Slowly, I peeled off the sweater, its fabric clinging reluctantly to my skin.
Holding it out towards her, I met her eyes with newfound resolve.
"Here," I said firmly, "take it back."
A flicker of surprise crossed her face before she smirked, accepting the sweater with a playful shrug.
I sat back down, feeling the weight lift as whispers filled the room.