Luan took a few minutes to calm down and reflect. Her Masters had tasked her with retrieving three books from distant corners of the library. She had to get there and back without being seen because the few scraps of clothes she had been wearing were now tucked away inside her backpack. Her only adornment was a plug with a crystal jewel that was nestled inside her tight asshole, teasing her constantly.
She had just returned with the first book and sent selfies both where she found it and when she got back to the desk in the literary section, where she had been working on her essay before they made her strip and play this game. They kept telling her to have fun, and while there was an undeniable thrill to roaming her university library stark naked, she had nearly been caught on the way back, and the experience had been terrifying.
She glanced at her phone and noticed there was a message waiting. She had put it on silent earlier after it buzzed and nearly gave her away while she was trying to sneak past someone on her first run.
TJ: For the next book, show us your ass in the pictures, but include your face if you can.
Luan: Yes, Masters.
The second book, A Global History of Man, was located in the Deighton History Wing. This was another of the newer wings named after a prominent family that contributed money to the college. Everyone just called it the Deighton.
There were two ways to get to the Deighton from her current location. The first would require her to go through four rooms, one of which was the lobby, and she would almost certainly be caught by the staff working there. The other way was only three rooms, but she would have to cross a small courtyard between the old building and the Deighton wing. There were a lot of windows overlooking three sides of that courtyard. The fourth side had a stone wall with a wrought-iron gate opening on a path that led around the building and eventually to the quad, but it was hardly ever used. It was a pretentious space that tried too hard to be some sort of English garden, haunted primarily by angsty girls who were reading “Pride and Prejudice” for the fourteenth time.
At least I can use the windows to see if anyone is out there, she thought, trying to comfort herself about the decision. Hopefully, everyone had cleared out for the day.
Remembering to grab her phone this time, she headed towards the courtyard.
She wasn’t quite as nervous as last time, or maybe she was numbed by adrenaline after nearly getting caught, on top of all the hormones from being so horny.
She approached the doorway to the first room cautiously from one side and peeked into the room. It appeared to be empty, so Luan decided to save some time and run directly across to the next doorway like she had on her way back from the technology wing. Her breasts, small as they were, still bounced as she sprinted as quietly as she could, and the t-handle of the plug rubbed between her cheeks, reminding her that she still needed to take some time to relube.
She paused again when she reached the next doorway and scanned the room. This was more of a reading room. It was not packed with shelves, like most of the others. There was a lot of open space, featuring comfy chairs and small sofas, along with end tables and coffee tables instead of desks for working. The natural light streaming through the windows provided abundant illumination. All of this meant there wasn’t much in the way of cover for Luan.
Each window was about three feet wide and around 8 feet tall – nearly floor to ceiling. They were evenly spaced, about 4 feet apart, across the opposite wall. Where the center window would have been, a pair of glass doors opened into the courtyard. That was Luan’s next obstacle to get to the other wing.
There were a few books scattered around the room, probably left by students too lazy to put them back where they found them or even return them to the reshelving carts. The staff would eventually come around and pick them up, but for the moment, she didn’t see anyone.
Luan decided to just go for it again. She took a deep breath and started running directly across the room towards the glass doors. Halfway across, she realized she was ducking down to make herself feel smaller, which was slowing her down.
Why am I ducking? If anyone sees me, that isn’t going to help me, Luan thought admonishingly and forced herself to stand up and run normally the rest of the way. She probably should have kept a more careful lookout for anyone entering the space, but she kept her eyes forward, focused on the objective.
She slowed her pace and caught her breath as she approached the window to the left of the doors and peered out. The courtyard had brick paths around its perimeter, one that horizontally bisected the space between the two buildings, and one that ran vertically from the gate to the other end. Where the last two paths intersected, a square planter contained a stocky tree surrounded by flowers. Neatly trimmed hedges and more flowers filled the spaces between the paths, creating the illusion of privacy for the various benches and chairs placed around the center and at the corners.
The running, combined with the fear of what she was about to do next, had made her heart race. She took a few deep breaths and thought through the situation to try to calm down. The courtyard appeared to be empty. The hedges and central tree blocked her view of the far side and most of the path leading to the gate, but unless she wanted to go upstairs, she wouldn’t get a better view, and she would have to go out of her way to even get to a stairway in this older building. Because of the glare from the light outside, she couldn’t see into the windows in the other building. She could only hope that it was as deserted as the main building seemed to be.
You can do this, Luan told herself, trying to work up her courage.
She decided to take the perimeter path rather than risk going straight across. That should give her more cover in case there were people she couldn’t see. There was no reason to wait, so she crept over to the doors.
This would be her first time going outside naked, unless you count being mostly nude in the garden at the frat house. Somehow, that made her feel even more exposed than just roaming the library. Mainly, she felt fear, but though she hated to admit it, this was starting to feel a little fun.
She continued to scan outside as she pressed against the bar that would open the left door. It opened with a loud clunk that made her cringe. The outside air felt warm against her bare skin, except between her legs, where her drooling, hairless pussy felt cool and reminded her just how naked she was. The sun was already over the building above her, so she would be in the shade until she got to the other side. However, it was a clear sky, so there was still plenty of light to see her if anyone was looking out the windows. Hesitantly, she stepped through the door and glanced around, then realized that a clear glass door provided no cover, and she sprinted across the path and flattened herself against the hedge.
I AM OUTSIDE NAKED! She screamed in her head, jumping when the door clunked again as it closed.
The light made her squint as she quickly moved to her left towards the closed end of the courtyard. The hedges were only about 4 ft high, so she ducked down to hide herself when she reached the first one. She paused momentarily and listened while trying to get her breathing under control, then crept up to the corner to look around.
BANG!
Luan heard the door to the Deighton being slammed open, then two male voices having a heated conversation.
“I’m telling you, I saw her in the window,” the first guy said.
“Dude, you’re crazy. There’s not a naked chick running around the library,” the second guy said. “You’ve been watching too many porn videos.”
“And how do those videos get made?” the first guy said excitedly. “There are tons of those girls doing dares or whatever, and if we hurry, we might get to see one in person.”
The two guys were moving quickly down the center path between the two doors. Luan’s first instinct was to freeze like a baby deer again, but then her brain engaged, and she knew she needed to keep the hedge between her and them. Using their voices to keep track of their location, she carefully worked her way around the barrier, staying out of their line of sight.
“I know what I saw! The light coming through the window had her completely lit up,” the first guy said as he opened the door to the old library.
“Why would she risk being seen in the window like that if she was naked?” the second guy countered. “She was probably just wearing yoga pants or something and a thin shirt that made her look naked in that light.”
The door latch closed, silencing their voices, but Luan didn’t move.
I am such an idiot! She thought, turning red and starting to panic. Why didn’t I think about being seen in the window? Why didn’t I think about other people seeing in if I could see out?
As Luan looked around at all the windows overlooking the courtyard, the full extent of her situation finally sank in. Even if she couldn’t see them, there could be dozens of people watching her right now! She started feeling light-headed and tried to calm her breathing to steady herself.
If I pass out, they will find me here naked, she thought, but that made her feel worse. I need to get inside.
The only way to have even a little cover from the windows was to go around the end with the gate and stay low. She would still be exposed to a few windows on each side, but at least it wouldn’t be all the windows at once. She considered going to the door she had just come out of. It was the closest, but those guys had just gone inside looking for her, and she still needed to get the book from the Deighton.
Taking a deep breath, she readied herself and then darted past the door she and the two guys had just used. Her bare feet slapped on the warm, smooth stones. She felt her breasts bouncing, and the plug rocked inside her with every stride. She avoided looking into any of the windows as she passed. She didn’t want to know if anyone was seeing her. That would be so much worse.
Luan slowed her pace as she approached the end wall so she could make the turn and duck behind the hedges. She couldn’t be seen from any of the windows as long as she stayed close to the hedges. She paused to catch her breath and looked down the path. The only concern was the gate itself. It opened to a small grassy cove that led around to the main quad.
As far as she knew, hardly anyone used this gate, so, pushing her luck, she moved forward until she could see through the iron bars. She didn’t want to hug the wall because that would allow the second-story windows on all three sides to see her over the hedges. But sticking to the hedges meant she would be exposed to the gate longer. Hearing distant voices from the quad made her hesitate, but she couldn’t see anyone. She kept sliding along the hedge until she was finally past the gate. When she was finally out of the sight line, she exhaled and hurried down the path.
One more run, and I’m there, she thought. Let’s do this!
Luan turned the corner and started to run, then realized she should have looked before leaping. There was someone stretched out across one of the benches along the wall! She backpedaled a few steps until she was behind the hedge again. She flattened herself against the hedge and tried to calm herself as her panicked brain refused to think of any story that would explain why she was out here running around naked.
She waited for him to come around the corner after her, but she couldn’t hear any footsteps. After getting her breathing under control again, she slowly peeked around the corner. The man hadn’t moved. He was lying on his back with a leather satchel under his head and a hat pulled over his face to shade it from the sun. The hat also prevented Luan from seeing if his eyes were open or closed. He was an older man with a neatly trimmed, greying beard. She guessed he was probably a professor taking a nap between classes.
Luan weighed her options. She could go around the hedge inside, but that would expose her to many more windows. She could go back the way she came, but that didn’t help her in any way and meant she was continuing to press her luck with the windows on that side. She wanted to put her clothes on and go home, but she knew that her Masters would not be happy about that, and they had even more pictures now. So, she decided to just run past the man and hope he was a sound sleeper.
He did just sleep through those guys crossing the courtyard, she thought.
Turning the corner again, she launched herself toward the door. She stumbled a little as she stepped up to the door, but caught herself on her hands and avoided scraping her knees by pushing her butt up in the air awkwardly.
I really hope no one saw that, Luan said to herself, not just because it was clumsy but because the position would have put all of her bits on full display.
She thought about pausing to look through the door and see if anyone was in sight, but a coating on the glass made it nearly opaque from this side. The man hadn’t moved, but she didn’t want to press her luck, so she decided to just go for it. She pulled the door open, thankful that it didn’t have a loud latch like the other side, stepped inside, and helped it close as quietly as possible while her eyes adjusted.
Meanwhile, the man on the bench was smiling under his hat. He had been a professor at the university for many years and, during that time, had witnessed some outrageous sorority and fraternity hazing trends. However, this one had his full support! He wondered if he would have this pretty little thing in his class sometime, as he closed his eyes and committed those perky tits and cute little ass to memory.
Luan couldn’t believe her luck now that she was finally in the Deighton. This door was on the back side of the wing, so she was behind the stairs and out of sight. Also, the tint on the windows allowed them to keep books on the shelves here without being damaged by the sunlight, so she had plenty of cover.
She just happened to glance at her phone and noticed a new message. Luckily, she had put her phone in silent mode, or those guys might have heard it buzz.
The message was from the Masters, so she quickly opened it.
TJ: I can’t believe you risked the courtyard! I’ll give you extra points for bravery.
So they were keeping tabs on her with the tracking app.
Luan: It was better than trying to go through the lobby, but a couple of guys saw me through the window, and an old man was sleeping in the courtyard.
TJ: What did they say?
Luan: The old man didn’t wake up, thankfully. The other guys didn’t say anything directly to me. They talked about me as they crossed the courtyard while I was hiding behind the hedges. They were going to look for me in the old library.
TJ: LOL, sounds like you’re going to have to be extra careful when you go back and go for that last book.
Luan didn’t think it was amusing at the moment, but she did bring this on herself by not being more careful about the windows. Hopefully, the old man would be gone or still asleep when she came back this way.
Luan: I will. Do I really have to get the third book? Can I do it another day?
TJ: Yes. Don’t give up now. You are doing great!
Luan: But what if they find me?
TJ: Offer to give them a blowjob to keep their mouths shut 😉
Luan almost dropped her phone when she read the message. Hopefully, they were kidding. She could never do something like that, but the image of her naked on her knees in front of those two guys with their dicks out popped into her head. She felt the stirring inside her that was becoming increasingly familiar — the idea turned her on!
Luan: Hopefully, it won’t come to that 😳
TJ: Well, if it does, ask them to take a few pictures so you can send them to us.
Luan: Yes, Masters.
Luan glanced at the time at the top of her phone. She should have been moving while she was texting. This wing was mostly one large open space, rather than separate rooms, so she wouldn’t have to expose herself by going through doorways. The position of the shelves around the work areas was similar to the old library, providing her with some cover. She only had to worry about moving across the gaps from one cluster to the next.
Back on carpet, Luan was able to pad quickly but quietly behind shelves, down aisles, and darting across the gaps until she reached the location where the library website said the book should be.
She scanned the shelves for A Global History of Man several times. It wasn’t there! She had no idea what they might make her do if she couldn’t find that book. Probably send her to the other end of the library for a different one. She searched the shelves again from the other direction, but still no luck.
“Fuck, fuck, where is it?” she said under her breath as she made one more pass.
She was losing precious time and becoming flustered. Finally, she decided to reach out to her Masters.
Luan: The book isn’t here!
There wasn’t an immediate response. Luan began to pace back and forth.
TJ: We have sent someone to help you. Her name is Olivia.
Oh god, she thought, just what I need, someone else to see me like this, as she frantically searched the shelves again, with no luck.
“Hello, are you Luan?” a soft voice said behind her.
Luan jumped, startled by the sound of another person so close! She hadn’t expected the person to come so quickly, and she was so focused on finding the book that she hadn’t been listening for anyone who might be approaching. Slowly, Luan turned around. She hadn’t been told not to.
“Of course you are,” the girl said, putting her hand over her mouth as she giggled. “You are the only naked girl in the library today, I think.”
Luan blushed and, without thinking, tried to cover herself with her hands. But all she could vocalize was a little squeak.
“Don’t cover yourself. Miss T doesn’t like you to do that,” the girl said timidly, glancing around like someone might have seen.
The girl was short and slender, similar to Luan’s build, but not Asian. Her chestnut hair just reached her shoulders and framed a pretty face obscured by oversized glasses. She wore a pale yellow summer dress with a name tag pinned above her left breast that said “Olivia”. She was one of the students who worked at the library to help pay their tuition.
“Sorry,” Luan said, putting her arms down to her sides and allowing Olivia to have an unobscured view of her body, then hesitantly added, “Miss Olivia,”
“It’s okay. I still do it too, sometimes. And you don’t have to call me Miss. I am one of Miss T’s, um, sluts, like you,” Olivia blushed at having to refer to herself and Luan as sluts. “Just Olivia is fine.”
“Do they make you do stuff like this?” Luan asked.
“Oh yes, since last year when they got some pictures of me doing, um, some things,” Olivia said, blushing deeper but not taking her eyes away from Luan’s body. “This game in the library was one of my first ones, too.”
“You’ve been under their control for over a year!” Luan exclaimed. “What all have they made you do?”
“Shh, keep your voice down. There are still a few people around,” Olivia said, putting her finger in front of her lips and making her look like the stereotypical librarian. “Plus, it’s not exactly blackmail anymore. After a while, I realized that I was enjoying it. Now, I only need the extra incentive when she is really pushing my limits.”
“So, now you do stuff naked because you want to?” Luan asked, wondering if Olivia had been brainwashed or something. The words pushing my limits also stood out in her mind.
“I don’t exactly want to. It’s hard to explain. And Miss T said you were in a hurry,” Olivia said, struggling to find the right words.
“Oh, right,” Luan said, thankful for the reminder. “I just didn’t know they were doing this to other girls. Maybe we can talk sometime?” Luan suggested.
“Of course,” Olivia said, giving Luan a bright smile. “I work at the library three days a week. Maybe we can meet up on one of my days off.”
“How many girls are there?” Luan asked.
“I don’t know, but it’s not just girls. There are a few guys. Sometimes, Miss T has us do challenges together. Sometimes she makes us play together too,” Olivia smiled and blushed again when she said this.
Luan was starting to feel a little embarrassed by Olivia’s attention — she hadn’t taken her eyes off Luan.
“We had better find this book,” Olivia finally suggested after an awkward pause.
“Oh, yes, please. It is A Global History of Man. It should be right here,” Luan said, gesturing at the spot on the shelf.
“Hopefully it just got shelved in the wrong place and hasn’t been taken out somewhere,” Olivia said.
The two girls started searching opposite sides of the aisle. At one point, Luan was bent over examining the bottom-most shelf as Olivia moved behind her and had to stifile a sigh as she felt Olivia’s dress brush against her bare ass and legs.
“Here it is!” Olivia announced a few moments later.
Luan, who had been stretching herself on her toes to reach the top shelf a little farther down the aisle, turned to see Olivia watching her again. She was holding a tattered old book with the ugliest drawing of a lion she had ever seen.
I can take the photo for you if you like,” Olivia offered, handing the book to Luan.
“Uh, sure, that would probably be easier,” Lian said, then blushed. “They want to see my ass this time.”
“Yes, you will learn to pose like a porn star,” Olivia said, smiling.
Luan unlocked her phone, handed it to Olivia, and then turned around. She held the book down by her waist and bent over slightly to accentuate her tiny ass, and looked back over her shoulder at Olivia.
“Oh, that’s really cute,” Olivia said, “hold it just like that.”
“Thank you,” Luan said, blushing at the compliment.
“You’ve already got a plug. I didn’t get mine for several weeks,” Olivia commented as if nothing was out of the ordinary about having something constantly tickling your anus. “And it looks like you got a good spanking earlier.”
“Yes,” Luan said, blushing even more deeply. “It was punishment for not following instructions to the letter.”
“Mmm, I know how that goes. When I first started, I got punished a lot,” Olivia said as she stepped back to better frame the shot. “You’ll get better at paying attention to all the little details. At least Miss T doesn’t try to trip you up on purpose.”
“May I ask,” Luan said, hesitantly, “do you have a plug in now?”
“Yes, we all do, all the time. Except to use the bathroom, of course,” Olivia said, as if it was just a normal thing people do.
With the sound turned off, Luan couldn’t hear when the shutter went off, but she could see Olivia tap the screen a couple of times, and then she seemed to be done. Luan straightened up, turned back around, and walked back to Olivia.
“I think Miss T will like those,” Olivia said, returning the phone to Luan.
Luan looked at the photos. She supposed they were cute, even if they showed off her naked ass. One of them had caught her when she was talking, and it looked like she was blowing a kiss.
“You always say Miss T,” Luan said, “Do you only interact with her? I have Miss T and Master J. I call them Masters.”
“Miss T is the one in charge, but she has let Master J take over a few times,” Olivia said quietly, looking nervous again.
As Luan processed this information, she suddenly heard a large group of people coming through the main doors. They weren’t using the usual library voices, probably because it was after hours. She started to panic, thinking it was the cleaning crew coming in early, and looked around for the best place to conceal herself.
“That’s just some club meeting upstairs. I think they do historical reenactments or something,” Olivia said, seeing Luan’s concern. “They will be there for at least a couple of hours, but they shouldn’t be a problem for you.”
Luan could hear them climbing the central stars. She glanced at her phone and noticed the time.
“Thanks for your help,” Luan said. “I really need to send this photo and then get back to my desk. I have one more book to retrieve before the cleaning crew arrives.”
“Oh, then you’d better hurry. The cleaners will be here soon,” Olivia said. “Where is the next book?”
“I’m not sure. It’s an art book. Something about female nudes,” Luan said as she opened the messaging app on her phone. “I’m sure they thought it was funny to send me for a book on female nudes.”
“Oh, no. You’ll probably have to go to the Ball. That’s going to be fun,” Olivia said sarcastically, but Luan wasn’t paying attention.
Olivia continued to explore Luan’s body with her eyes as Luan sent the photo that looked like she was making a kissy face and had a text conversation with her Masters.
Luan: Here’s the pic. I am heading back now.
TJ: Ooh, so cute! And it’s still a little pink from your spanking. I love it!
Luan: Thank you, Masters.
Luan replied to the comment politely, though it felt weird to be thanking them for her spanked ass.
TJ: How do you like Olivia?
Luan: She seems nice. She took the pics for me.
TJ: Great! I’m glad the two of you are hitting it off. We may have you do some more stuff with her in the future.
TJ: Since you are running short on time, she can help you with the last book, if you like.
Luan thought about that for a minute and glanced up at Olivia, who was still admiring her and had a little smile like she was developing a crush. Maybe she really was brainwashed.
Luan: Okay, that might be helpful. Thank you.
TJ: You’re welcome. You’ll owe me and Olivia for the favor.
Luan started to wish she had declined the offer, but Olivia’s phone chimed in her pocket before Luan could reply again. Olivia took it out, opened it up, and read the message. She typed a short reply and put the phone back in her pocket.
“Looks like I’ll be going with you,” Olivia said, smiling as if she had just received a reward.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Luan said, wondering what the payback would be and when.
“I’ll let you take the lead since this is your challenge,” Olivia said, motioning with one hand.
Luan was pretty sure Olivia just wanted to watch her ass, but proceeded anyway.
“Is this all this is? They get off on making girls do crazy stunts like this?” Luan asked as they walked.
“Not exactly. You’ll find out more as you go along,” Olivia said, sounding purposefully vague.
Luan headed for the cover of the shelves again to make her way back to the courtyard door.
“You probably don’t need to go so roundabout,” Olivia said. “There shouldn’t be anyone here, and I’ll keep an eye out. It will be quicker just to go straight through.”
Luan could hear the voices upstairs, which put her on edge, but she considered Olivia’s advice and then took the more direct route, walking brazenly across the open space with Olivia a few steps behind. She managed to reach the door without seeing anyone, or, hopefully, without anyone seeing her.
From this side, the window tint was almost transparent. The courtyard appeared to be empty except for the man who had been lying on the bench, who was now sitting upright. He was facing toward the center of the courtyard, so Luan couldn’t just sneak past him like she had with the girl earlier. He would be aware of her as soon as she opened the door. He appeared to be grading papers, and from the look of the stack beside him, he would be at it for a while, so she couldn’t wait him out.
“There isn’t another way to go around, is there?” Luan asked.
“Yes, but it would take you two or three times as long,” Olivia replied.
“This guy was asleep when I came through the first time,” Luan grumbled.
“That’s Professor Sylver. A lot of people call him the Sylver Fox. He’s mostly harmless,” Olivia said, giggling with her hand over her mouth again. “He likes to have all the pretty young girls in his classes, and he makes them read and translate bawdy poems and stories just to see their reactions.”
“I’m an English major. That sounds like it could be fun,” Luan said.
“Well, it would be an easy A for a pretty girl like you,” Olivia said.
“So, what should I do? Maybe you can go out and lure him away so I can get across the courtyard,” Luan suggested.
“Oh, I can’t interfere like that. Miss T would punish me severely,” Olivia said, sounding sincerely sorry. “I’m only here to help you find the books and help you stay on track.
It would take too long for her to go the long way around, so there weren’t many other choices. Her heart was racing, and her face felt hot as she worked herself up to accept that she would have to make a run for it.
“He probably won’t chase after me,” Luan said, more for herself than for Olivia. “He will definitely see me, but only for a moment until I get past the hedges.”
“No, I’m sure he won’t chase you,” Olivia said, chuckling. “He’d probably love it if you stopped and talked to him.”
“Well, I’m not about to do that,” Luan said. “I’m just going to run straight across. We can see pretty well through the windows over there. No wonder those guys spotted me earlier. I see a few people upstairs, but no one is looking out the windows, and I don’t see anyone downstairs.”
“You were seen by some guys before?” Olivia asked.
“Yes, two guys. I heard them talking as they crossed the courtyard while I was hiding behind those hedges over there,” Luan said, pointing to the far side. “They were arguing about whether they had really seen me or not. I have to admit it was kinda funny since they walked right past me, but still scary.”
“Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum,” Olivia said, giggling into her hand again, and Luan laughed as well.
“Are you ready?” Luan asked.
“I’ll just wait and see how it goes before I cross, in case I need to intervene,” Olivia said.
“Okay then, see you on the other side,” Luan said, gathering her courage.
Her stomach was fluttering, but her nipples were like cut diamonds, and she felt a fresh flood of wetness between her legs. She had leaked so much that her thighs felt sticky. The plug was still teasing her relentlessly, but it had become more of a background hum for now. Taking a breath, Luan pushed the door open with one hand and, as soon as she felt the warm stones with her bare toes, began to sprint, tucking the book and her phone against her chest like a football player making a rush for the endzone. Keeping her eyes focused on the opposite door, she tried not to think about how much the old professor could see.
Olivia watched, enthralled, loving how the muscles moved under Luan’s perfect skin. Her glutes, thighs, and calves were tight and well-defined as she took the long strides. Olivia wasn’t a lesbian, though she had had sexual relations with several other women at Miss T’s direction during the past year, so perhaps she was bi. But for some reason, Luan attracted her like no girl ever had.
Professor Sylver was startled when the door burst open and immediately turned to look. He got a brilliant profile of Luan’s perky little breasts tipped with hard, extended nipples, followed by an equally exquisite view of her taut, pale ass. The professor watched her lithe body as she rushed straight across the middle of the courtyard. She was out of his line of sight moments after she passed through the hedges, but he stood up and managed to get one final look as she reached the door to the old building.
“Nice ass,” he said to himself as she disappeared inside, then he sat back down and picked up the next paper from the stack. He was glad to have had the momentary distraction from these god-awful essays.
Once inside, Luan glanced around and, confirming that no one was around, paused to catch her breath. She was panting, more from the thrill of doing what she had just done than actual exertion. She moved behind the nearest chair to give herself the illusion of some cover and waited. A couple of minutes later, she watched Olivia cross the courtyard, waving and saying hello to Professor Sylver as she passed.
Once Olivia was inside with her, they returned directly to Luan’s desk, making just a quick check at each doorway to ensure it was clear. For some reason, she felt more confident with Olivia behind her. Once there, she pulled out her phone and saw that she had another message.
TJ: Take the next picture bent over to really show off your plug.
“They want me to bend over and show off my plug,” Luan said as she opened the camera and passed her phone to Olivia.
Olivia was mesmerized as she helped Luan get into position. She suggested spreading her legs wide and then bending over to look back between them, holding the book beside her face. It was an exceptionally lude pose that not only clearly showed the jewel nestled in the cleft of her ass, but also spread her glistening labia open.
“Turn the book around, it’s upside down,” Olivia said, making them both laugh as Luan turned the book the other way.
“Okay, now, just a little wider,” Olivia said.
Luan scooted her feet farther apart. She had learned to do full splits and several martial arts moves that had trained her to spread her legs at nearly 180 degrees, so she wasn’t feeling too uncomfortable until she noticed a drop of her fluid forming on one side of her gaping pussy. As she and Olivia watched, it formed a drop that started descending slowly, like honey, remaining connected by a thin strand.
“Perfect, that should look great for the camera, you are super wet!” Olivia said, bending slightly to get into the perfect position before quickly taking several pictures.
Luan stood back up and, without thinking, reached between her legs and wiped the wetness with her hand, then wondered what to do with her wet hand.
“If you don’t lick that clean, I might have to,” Olivia said in a slightly lower voice than she had used before.
Realizing that Olivia was getting very turned on as well, and being in a very suggestible state of mind currently, Luan licked her sticky juices off of her fingers. Only when she was done did she realize that Olivia had continued to take pictures.
After Luan pulled out her scrap of shirt and wiped her hand dry, Olivia handed her the phone. She was utterly humiliated as she looked through the photos. She looked like a nasty whore in every one of them. Her plug was clearly visible, as requested, as was her dripping cunt. The camera had captured the inch or two of gooey wetness perfectly. And the series of photos that Olivia had captured, starting with her hand between her thighs and ending with her sucking the last of the juices off her fingers, was mortifying. She couldn’t believe it was her.
She switched to the messaging app and sent one of the images to her Masters.
Luan: Second book done. Going for the last one.
TJ: Mmmm, sexy pic. You are getting better at showing your body. You’ll be ready for that strip club soon 😉
Luan had forgotten that a guy from her speech class had invited her to a local strip club’s amateur night. She didn’t want to say anything that might encourage her Masters to make her go, though they probably would regardless, so she simply replied.
Luan: Yes, Masters.
“Please, send me copies of those last pics,” Olivia asked when she saw Luan had stopped messaging.
Luan hesitated. The photos were so embarrassing, but she did owe Olivia for helping her. She just wanted to run and hide, and never show her face again, but instead, she handed Olivia her phone and said, “Pick out the ones you want and send them to yourself, that way we’ll have each other’s numbers.”