What Luan Learned in College Chapter 2 — Blackmail Begins

The next morning, Luan barely managed to drag herself out of bed in time to make it to her first class on time. She was completely naked. That was not the way she usually slept but she had been feeling a little daring last night when she went to bed.

Alice was still snoring, dead to the world. She had kicked off the covers during the night and rolled onto her stomach with her face turned away from Luan. Luan took a moment to admire her cute athletic legs and ass. She wasn’t gay or anything, Alice was just nice to look at sometimes.

“Alice, it’s time for class!” she said, trying to rouse her roommate, but Alice just groaned something unintelligible and hugged her pillow tighter.

Luan dressed quickly, stepping into her usual plain white bikini-style panties as she thought about wearing the tiny red thong the night before, and everything else she had done. She could still feel Reggie’s cock shooting his cum up inside her as she rode him.

Stop it, she told herself. You don’t need to get yourself all worked up before class.

She put on a plain white bra (mostly to keep her nipples from showing through her shirt), followed by a pair of shorts and a cute little t-shirt with a heart design on the front.

Her stomach growled, letting her know she hadn’t really eaten anything (except Reggie) since yesterday at lunch but there was no time for that now. She grabbed one of the yogurt drinks they kept in the mini-fridge, slipped on some sandals, grabbed her backpack, and headed off to her first class.

On Thursday mornings her first class was English. Normally she struggled to stay awake in this class and, after last night, she wished that she’d had time to get some coffee or tea. Maybe if she sat in the back, no one would notice if she dozed off a little.

Halfway through the class, she wasn’t sleeping but she was definitely zoned out and hadn’t heard a thing the teacher said for a while when she heard her phone buzzing in the pocket of her backpack. She kept it on vibrate all the time so it wouldn’t disturb her during class but this time it went off several times in succession.

Curious about who was blowing up her phone, she pulled the phone out quietly and pressed her finger on the sensor to unlock the phone. There were five unread messages. She tapped the icon to open her messaging app and saw two messages in the group chat she had with Alice, Kelley, and Megan. The other three were from an unknown number. Not just a number she didn’t recognize, it literally said: “Unknown”.

She was curious about the unknown messages but her friends took priority. It was just Kelley and Megan asking if she and Alice were up. They never took early classes so they were probably just getting up as well. Luan sent a quick response to let them know that she was in class but Alice was still dead to the world when she left. Then she tapped on the unknown messages.

There were two text messages and one photo. Luan stifled a gasp! The photo drew her attention immediately. It showed her squatting on the bench with the full length of Reggie’s cock buried in her stretched pussy while he had the jersey pulled up to her neck while he was pinching both of her nipples, leaving her completely exposed. The clear sky meant that her glistening bare skin nearly glowed in the bright moonlight and, without a trace of hair anywhere on her body, you could see every little detail down to her engorged clit. And, while Reggie’s face was almost entirely hidden in shadows behind her, Loan’s face was clearly visible with her eyes closed in an expression of pure ecstasy.

She quickly pressed the phone against her chest, her face going pale as she glanced around to see if anyone around her had been able to see her screen. She was glad she had decided to sit in the back today. After deciding that no one had an angle where they might see, she pulled the phone away from her body and read the two text messages, one before the photo and one after.

Unknown: You seemed to be having so much fun in the garden last night that we decided not to disturb you 🙂

Unknown: If you don’t want the full video shared online, you will do as you are told. Do you agree?

Luan read the messages again and she stared at the photo. She could feel herself getting aroused.

Am I really getting aroused by being blackmailed? she thought.

The photo reminded her how good Reggie’s cock felt inside her last night and she blushed.

Her phone buzzed again. It was another message in the friend chat. She switched over to read it.

Kelley: How are you feeling today, slut? 😛

Oh, god. Could this be Kelley and Megan playing a prank on her? As she contemplated how she could ask in a way that wouldn’t give it away if it wasn’t them, her phone buzzed again with another message from Unknown. She tapped the alert to bring it up.

Unknown: We can see that you have read our messages. We need an answer or we are going to post the video.

Luan thought for a moment and then replied.

Luan: Is this Kelley and Megan? This isn’t funny.

Suddenly there was a commotion all around her. The class was over and everyone was putting away their books and getting up to leave. She turned off her phone just as it buzzed again and slipped it into the pocket of her shorts. She quickly put her things away, shouldered her backpack, and walked out into the corridor. She felt the phone buzz again in her pocket as she looked for a secluded spot, but the hallways were crowded as always. Finally, she ducked into the nearby women’s bathroom, entered an empty stall, and closed and locked the door. She hung her backpack on the hook on the door then put the lid down over the toilet seat before pulling out her phone and sitting down.

The phone buzzed again before she could unlock it, causing her to fumble nervously and almost drop it. Gripping it with both hands, she unlocked it and saw 3 messages waiting. One from her friends and two from Unknown. She checked her friend chat first, hoping that they were laughing about having a go at her but no luck.

Megan: I’ll bet she was walking bow-legged this morning 😂

After reading the message she switched to the Unknown messages.

Unknown: We are not your bratty little friends and we are tired of waiting, you have one minute to decide if you are going to do what we tell you.

The timestamp on the last message only showed the hour and minute but it was less than a minute ago. This must have been the last message she received as she was sitting down. That still only left her seconds. In a panic she typed.

Luan: Yes, okay. What do you want?

She almost couldn’t hit the send button but she saw the time at the top of her phone click over to the next minute and quickly pressed it.

She could see on her side that they read the message almost immediately. She held her breath waiting for their response. When it didn’t come immediately she exhaled. She could feel her heart beating in her chest and realized that she needed to pee so locked her phone, stood up and lifted the lid off the toilet seat, then untied the front of her shorts and pushed them and her panties down to her knees together before sitting back down on the toilet.

Her phone buzzed just as her urine started to trickle into the water below and she quickly unlocked it. The message was from Unknown and she tapped the icon to open the messages.

Unknown: Good choice. Where are you right now and what are you doing?

Luan was embarrassed to tell them but was worried that they might have been watching her during or after class.

Luan: I am in the women’s room on the first floor of Groveman Hall. (she hesitated for a moment and then added) I am peeing.

She pressed send quickly before she could change her mind. The response came almost immediately.

Unknown: Good girl. Keep being honest and providing details like that and this will go much easier for you.

Unknown: Which stall are you in?

Luan: The third.

Unknown: Tell us everything you are wearing.

Luan: T-shirt, shorts, bra, panties, and sandals.

Unknown: Take everything off and hang them on the hook on the door.

Luan wasn’t sure what she should do. She tried to think quickly as she pulled several squares of toilet paper off the roll on the wall and wiped her pussy. She could tell she was wet from more than urine. Taking orders from strangers, being naked in a public restroom, it was all a little scary but it was also turning her on more than she wanted to admit. And what would they want her to do next? Everything she imagined seemed worse than having that video posted.

Luan: I’m scared, what if someone comes in? Can we just meet in private and I will do whatever you want?

Unknown: Don’t worry, we aren’t going to make you run naked through the halls of the school today, but if you don’t do as you are told we will post the video.

Luan read that message and when she got to the word “today” she realized that this was not going to be a short-term deal. Maybe the ridicule she would endure from the video wouldn’t be so bad. It’s not like she was the first girl on campus to have a sex video.

Unknown: Just in case you are getting cold feet, we know about your scholarship. It has a morals clause, right?

Luan gasped. She had forgotten about that. It wasn’t something that was strictly enforced. Everyone knew college students had sex, but if the video went public and it was called out to the scholarship committee, that would be hard to ignore.

Unknown: We also have your father’s email address. I’m sure he would love to see what his sweet little girl looks like while riding a big white cock.

How had they gotten that? It was in her file but, while the scholarship information was probably in the public domain, her file should be private. They really had her by the short hairs – metaphorically since she was completely shaved.

Luan stood up, put the lid down on the toilet, and flushed. She set her phone down on the lid where she could still see the messages. Instead of pulling her shorts and panties up, she pushed them the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. She moved her backpack to the toilet lid next to her phone and started hanging her clothes on the hook. Next, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, then turned it right-side out and hung it on the hook as well. Finally, she reached behind her back and undid the catch on her bra, let it fall down her arms to her hands, and then hung it with the rest. Shivering, more from the thought of being naked than being cold, she picked up the phone.

Luan: I am naked. Now what?

Unknown: Someone is coming into the restroom. You will do everything they tell you to do.

Before she could reply, she heard the bathroom door open and close. She heard footsteps walking from one end of the stalls to the other then they stopped in front of her stall.

“There is no one else in here. You will do exactly what I say, understand?” said a low female voice that she did not recognize.

“Yes,” Luan replied, almost choking on the word.

“Call me Miss T,” she said.

“Yes, Miss T,” Luan repeated.

“Good. Now, unlock the stall door and then turn around and face the other way with your eyes closed,” T said.

Luan fumbled with the lock for a second but finally got it unlatched. The door wasn’t perfectly aligned with the opening so it swung open a couple of inches on its own as she turned around and closed her eyes as instructed. A moment later, the door opened and she could hear T take her clothes off the hook.

“You are still wearing your shoes. We told you to remove everything,” T admonished.

“Sorry, Miss T,” Luan said and started to lift one foot to remove the sandal.

“Don’t bother now, we’ll deal with it later,” T said, “Now, bend over and put your hands on the toilet.”

Luan put her foot down and bent at the waist as instructed, presenting her bare ass to Miss T.

“Spread your legs,” T commanded, and Luan did immediately. “Good girl.”

She heard a phone camera shutter sound and knew T was taking pictures of her.

“Looks like you are actually enjoying this,” T said, “you’re practically dripping wet.”

Luan had been blushing since she removed her clothes but this was mortifying. She didn’t know what to say but T didn’t seem to expect an answer.

“That’s good, it will make this easier,” T said.

Miss T stepped forward and Luan felt her reach between her legs and slip a finger between her labia. She rubbed back and forth, just grazing Luan’s clit and making her moan slightly.

“You are a horny little thing,” T teased. “I’m surprised you aren’t sore the way your tight little cunt was stretched around your boyfriend’s cock last night.”

Luan cringed at the word “cunt”. It sounded so crude.

“I am a little, it’s just what you are making me do,” Luan said, her voice a little breathy.

“Oh, do you get off on being naked and molested in a public restroom?” T teased as she pushed her finger fully into Luan’s vagina.

“Nnnggg, no,” Luan said, biting her lip to stifle a loud moan.

“No, what?” T prompted.

“No, Miss T,” Luan tried again.

“I don’t believe you. Don’t ever lie to me again,” T said harshly as she withdrew her finger and slipped it back between Luan’s labia, continued across the perineum, and then swirled it around her anus.

Luan flinched! No one had ever touched her there. It tickled but in a good way.

Miss T moved her finger back to Luan’s vagina and then repeated the process, but this time she tried to push her finger against the tight little opening.

“Relax and let me in,” T coaxed as her finger returned to collect more of Luan’s natural lube.

“But, I’ve never….” Luan started to say but Miss T brushed her finger across Luan’s clit, making her gasp.

When the finger returned to her asshole, Luan tried to unclench and it was enough for the tip of T’s finger to slip in. Luan moaned again. It felt surprisingly good.

“Good girl,” T said as she wiggled her finger and continued to push until she was past the first knuckle.

Luan was breathing heavily as T withdrew her finger and dipped her whole finger into Luna’s dripping pussy and twisted it to get it well lubricated, then returned to her ass and worked the finger in until her hand was pressed firmly between Luan’s ass cheeks. She held it there, just wiggling and twisting until Luan calmed down a little. Slowly T pulled her finger out most of the way out, then just as slowly pushed it back in, then started going a little faster, pistoning in and out of Luan’s ass.

Luan began moaning on every inward stroke. She imagined how it would look if someone walked in right now and saw this dirty slut, naked in a public bathroom stall, having her ass finger fucked by another girl.

T stopped reaming her ass and withdrew her finger.

“You are cleaner than I expected. You must have a pretty healthy diet.” T said. “Have you ever taken an enema?”

Luan didn’t want to answer such a personal question but didn’t want to make Miss T angry.

“Yes, Miss T,” Luan said, then thought she needed to explain that she wasn’t some kind of weirdo. “My mother was very old school and would give them to me if I felt bad or had an upset stomach or something.”

“That’s good, so you shouldn’t have a problem keeping yourself clean,” Miss T said, “You only need to get a small douche bottle and start cleaning yourself out during your shower, but also get a full-sized enema bag, just in case.”

“Yes, Miss T,” Luan said, wondering how she would ever bring herself to walk into a store and buy those things. Hopefully, she could order them discreetly online.

Luan whimpered a little when she felt something new rub across her pussy before finding the crevice and working its way into her. It was a little bigger than the girl’s finger and had a smooth hard texture. The girl pulled it back out and it made a wet squelching sound. Luan peeked between her legs and saw a short shaft with three beads increasing in size topped with a little T-shaped handle before it plunged back into her gooey cunt. The girl twisted it around and worked in and out as Luan began to moan again.

“Don’t you dare cum,” T said as she fucked Luan with the toy. “That is a new rule. You are not allowed to cum without our permission. Understand?”

“Oh, oh, yes, oh, oh,” Luan replied between moans. She wasn’t close to an orgasm but the thought of having to ask permission suddenly made her want to cum a little more.

“Just relax and start rubbing yourself,” T said as Luan felt the toy move from her pussy to her ass.

“We figured you were an anal virgin so we got you a small plug to start with,” T explained, pressing the thin shaft slowly but persistently into Luan’s ass.

Luan picked up on “to start with” but was immediately distracted as she felt the first bead stretch her hole a little. She squealed and clenched automatically against the intrusion.

“I told you to rub your cunt,” T said as she reached around with her free hand and pinched Luan’s left nipple.

Luan had never masturbated in front of anyone. The thought of doing it for this crude woman made her face burn, but she hesitantly moved one hand between her legs and started working two fingers into the slit above her clit the way she liked it.

“Good girl, just relax and let this happen,” T whispered, her face near Luan’s ear.

Luan didn’t seem to have any other choice. She started circling her clit with her fingers as a distraction while trying to relax her anus. T pressed the plug more firmly and Luan had to push back against it to keep from falling forward.

“Oh god,” Luan moaned as she felt the next slightly larger bead pop past her sphincter.

“That’s it,” T whispered. “You’re doing great. Keep rubbing but don’t you dare cum. Just one more.”

Luan groaned as Miss T rolled and twisted her nipple then pushed back again as she felt the largest bead stretching her. She rubbed harder at her clit until the last bead finally popped in as well. The remainder of the shaft was very thin, allowing her sphincter to close around it. Miss T let go of her tit and watched Luan’s ass slowly suck the toy deeper into her rectum.

“Mmmm, I think you must really like having that in your ass the way you just pulled it right in,” T teased, knowing that it was an automatic reaction but assuming Luan wouldn’t know that. “Tell me, how does it feel?”

Luan did indeed feel like her body was betraying her. She was ashamed to admit that having her ass penetrated felt incredible, but it also made her feel dirty and humiliated, especially with everything else.

“It…it’s…okay, I guess,” Luan stammered then, as an afterthought added, “Miss T.”

“Okay?” Miss T laughed. “The sound of your fingers sloshing in your wet cunt tells me you think it’s better than just okay. I told you not to lie to me.”

Luan realized how loud she was fingering her sloppy slit and pulled away, suddenly embarrassed.

“Yes, Miss T. It feels good. Better than I expected,” Luan said, trying not to sound too excited.

“Keep going, I didn’t tell you to stop,” T commanded as she pressed on the plug until Luan could feel the base nestled tightly between her ass cheeks.

Luan began frigging herself again, more slowly, as the plug sent tingles into her body.

“Oh, mmm,” Luan moaned and Miss T laughed.

“Do you know what edging means?” Miss T asked.

“N…no..not really,” Luan said. She had heard the term before but wasn’t sure what it meant.

“You are doing it now. It means to masturbate until you are just about to cum and then keep yourself right there on the edge,” Miss T explained. “You are going to be doing it a lot for us, understand?”

“Yes, Miss T, but I really am going to cum soon if I don’t stop, please,” Luan begged. She really didn’t want to have an orgasm here in the restroom in front of Miss T.

“Keep going, but do not let yourself cum,” T demanded.

“Mmmm! Yes, Miss T,” Luan moaned and switched to plunging her fingers into her vagina and avoiding her clit to try and hold out a little longer, but she really was sore and sensitive from last night and the toy now embedded in her ass teased her with every movement she made.

“You will wear this plug every day unless we tell you otherwise.” the girl instructed. “You can take it out at night before bed but it has to be back in before you put on any clothes, understand?”

“Yes,” Luan replied.

“That means no clothes when you go to bed. You will be sleeping nude, unless we tell you otherwise,” Miss T explained further. “I’m sure your roommate won’t mind, I hear she is a real slut.”

“Yes, Miss T,” Luan said. “Alice doesn’t wear anything to bed and has been trying to get me to do it as well. She thinks it’s healthier.”

Luan didn’t tell her that Alice was naked half the time when she was in their room. She didn’t want to give Miss T any more ideas.

“Great, that will make it easier for you,” the girl said as she stepped back. “Don’t move.”

Luan remained bent over at the waist with one hand on the toilet and the other one sloshing in and out of her soaked vagina as she heard the camera take a few more pictures.

“Stand up and turn around, but keep those eyes closed,” Miss T commanded. “If I think you are peeking for even a second I will take all your clothes and phone and let you figure out how to get out of here.”

“Yes, Miss T,” Luan said as she complied with the orders, feeling her face burn with embarrassment as she desperately wanted to cover herself but forced her hands down to her sides.

“I didn’t tell you to stop playing with yourself,” T reminded her.

T watched Luan reluctantly return her hand to her glistening mound and slide two fingers into her slit.

“You know you have a beautiful pussy,” Miss T said. “Some women have plastic surgery to make their pussy look the way yours does naturally with those tiny lips and the way your clit peeks out between them when you get aroused.”

“Th..thank you, Miss T,” Luan stammered as her fingers brushed over her sensitive little bean. No one had ever complimented her pussy before.

“You are so cute, like a little anime girl with those perky little tits and hard nipples,” T said, taking a few more photos, “I love your dark brown areolas.”

It was humiliating to know Miss T was examining her body so closely but also strangely erotic.

“We want you to continue to keep yourself completely bare like this. Do you shave or wax?” T asked as she took a short closeup video of Luan fingering her cunt.

“I shave, Miss T,” Luan said, forcing herself to reveal more intimate details about herself.

Miss T just watched her masturbate for another minute and continued to snap photos.

“Okay, rub some of that cream on your tits,” T ordered.

Luan wanted to die but she did as she was told. She collected the goo from her cunt with both hands and massaged it onto her breasts.

“That’s it, now get some more and work on those nipples. Make sure they are good and slippery,” T said, as she switched over to video mode again.

Luan couldn’t believe she was doing this at all, much less doing it naked in a public restroom in front of a stranger, but she scooped more of the fluid from between her legs and paid extra attention to her nipples, making sure they were covered in her warm juices. They were bigger and more sensitive than she ever remembered them being before.

“Excellent, now lick your fingers clean, slut” T directed.

Luan had never tasted her own pussy before. She had read about doing it and seen pictures on the internet, of course. It seemed like something only the nastiest whores would do. She brought her fingers to her face and she could smell her musky scent. Slowly she brought the dripping fingers to her lips and stuck her tongue out for a hesitant taste. It wasn’t as bad as she expected, a little salty, not at all like a man’s cum. She began to lick and suck her fingers the way she had seen the porn girls doing it.

“You are such a little doll, this is going to be so much fun,” T exclaimed watching the slutty scene. “Now, put your hands behind your head and spread your legs.”

Luan did as she was told. As she heard the camera app’s shutter sound again, she realized that she was providing her blackmailers with even more damning material but didn’t know what, if anything, she could do about it.

“Okay. I’m going to leave,” T said when she felt like she had enough for now. “Start rubbing your cunt again and stay just like that. When you hear the door close, count to 50 before you stop or open your eyes. Your clothes will be on the counter by the sink. You will wash and dry your pussy, then your breasts, then your hands before you get dressed. Understand?”

“But what if someone comes in?” Luan asked, worriedly, as she moved one hand back to her cunt and the other to fondle her breasts.

“You have 5 more minutes before the current classes end, so you should probably hurry,” T chuckled. “And don’t cum!”

Luan heard her walk to the door and it opened and closed. She started counting under her breath. When she got to 50 she opened her eyes and looked around. Reluctantly she stopped playing with her tits and pussy.

God, I need to cum, she thought.

She spotted her clothes on the counter and, grabbing her backpack and phone, she rushed over to the sink next to them. Her first thought was to just put her clothes on and get the hell out of there but they were probably watching the door and timing her. They might have even put a hidden camera somewhere. She decided it was better just to do what they told her to do but first, she turned her ass toward the mirror and bent over. Luan could just barely see the thin black base between her cheeks. She reached back and pulled them apart to get a better look.

How did I get myself into this mess, she thought but then a brush against the door brought her back on task.

(The sound was Miss T removing the out-of-order sign from the door, but Luan had no way of knowing that.)

The faucets had automatic valves with sensors so she cupped her hand under the faucet. The water came on briefly and she collected a handful and brought it to her pussy. The water was cold and goosebumps appeared on her smooth bare skin as she rinsed her pussy (The word “cunt” echoed in her head), but she could feel her clit getting even bigger and harder. She went back for water a couple of more times using her fingers to get between her labia until she felt like she was clean enough and then grabbed a handful of paper towels and began to wipe herself dry. The rough paper didn’t feel very nice on her sensitive clit but that couldn’t be helped. The water (and other stuff) had run down her thighs and she dried there as well. She repeated the procedure on her breasts, pressing her stomach against the counter to keep the water from getting her wet below the waist again. The cold water made her nipples stand out like little marbles. Finally, she washed and dried her hands.

She could hear doors opening and people talking as they started to pour from the classrooms into the corridor. She reached for her clothes and discovered that there were only two items left – her shorts and shirt.

No time to worry about that now, she thought.

She quickly stepped into the shorts and grabbed the shirt just as the bathroom door pushed open. Luckily, the two girls that walked in were looking backwards and talking to some friends in the corridor so they didn’t see Luan pulling the shirt down over her head and bare breasts. When they finally turned and noticed her, it just looked like she was straightening herself up.

Luan took a brush out of her backpack and ran it through her hair. One of the girls headed for a stall while the other stepped up to the counter next to Luan and checked her own hair and makeup. When the girl glanced at Luan’s reflection next to hers, she couldn’t help but notice Luan’s flushed face and very obvious nipples poking against the front of the shirt and she gave her a condescending look. Luan put the brush away, shouldered her pack, and started for the door but froze when she heard a buzz behind her.

“You forgot your phone,” the girl at the sink said.

Luan turned around and the girl had picked up her phone and was looking at the screen. Even with the screen locked, her phone still showed a preview of new messages.

“Unknown thinks you are a good girl, hmmm…don’t you know you shouldn’t talk to strangers?” The girl sneered, handing it over.

Luan, her face beet red, grabbed the phone and bolted out of the bathroom.

Once in the corridor, she glanced at her phone and saw there were actually 4 messages. She must have missed a few when she was distracted by “other things” – like this plug that she could feel wiggling in her ass with every step she took. It gave her a mild sensation of needing to poop, but it was more erotic than that. She couldn’t stop thinking about how Miss T’s finger felt when it was fucking her there.

I wonder how Reggie’s cock would feel back there, she thought then tried to force the idea out of her head.

As she walked, she pressed her finger on the sensor and unlocked the phone. Three messages in her friend chat and one from Unknown. She opted to read the one from Unknown first this time.

Unknown: Since you were such a good girl, we will overlook your failure to completely follow instructions this time, but you need to pay more attention to details in the future.

Luan stepped over next to the wall and stopped to reply.

Luan: I will try to do better. Thank you.

She wasn’t sure if she should add “Miss T” to the message and opted to hit send without it.

She didn’t get an immediate reply so she switched to her friend chat.

Megan: Alice, are you still alive?

Alice: Yeah, I’m up, sort of.

Kelley: I’m thinking no more parties for you on a school night, young lady 😀

If only I had stayed home and worked on my homework, Luan thought and she received another message from Unknown.

Unknown: Why are you standing around? Don’t you need to get to your next class?

So, apparently, they (or just Miss T) were somewhere in this corridor watching her. She glanced around for a minute but there was no way to pick anyone out of the crowd. She didn’t even know how many “they” were. She clicked off her phone and put it into her pocket. Her next class was in another building and they were right, she would have to hurry.

The plug teased her the whole way. She was terrified that it was going to come out and could only imagine someone seeing a black buttplug fall out of her shorts, so she kept trying to hold it in but she couldn’t do that while walking as briskly as she needed if she was going to make it to her class on time. She could also feel the wetness from her pussy starting to leak out between her legs. Her shorts were a loose thin cotton material. She really hoped there wasn’t a visible wet spot forming. Meanwhile, her nipples were being kept fully erect by the friction of her shirt. She caught a number of guys and even a few girls staring at her chest. It was embarrassing but it also turned her on even more that people were looking at her that way.

I really am a slut, she thought as she checked her reflection in the glass doors of the building and saw how the color and pattern on the shirt seemed to draw attention to her nipples and make them more obvious now that she was out in the sunlight.

Why did I have to pick this shirt today? she thought.

She finally reached her Early American History classroom on the second floor and was scooting past a couple of guys to get to her usual seat just as the professor was walking in.

Just in the nick of time, she thought – and then she felt a hand grab her ass and squeeze.

Most girl’s first instinct would be to turn around and slap the guy, but she had always been taught not to make a scene so after her initial flinch, she just pretended it hadn’t happened. It just compounded her current mental state.

As she sat down for the first time with something inside her ass, she felt the plug press deeper into her and she almost moaned but caught herself and cleared her throat instead. When she leaned over to pull her notebook out of her backpack, the plug rocked inside her and she had to pause to catch her breath. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed. The two guys were whispering and when they caught her looking, one of them winked and one pretended to pinch his chest while the other mimed cupping her ass, then they both had to stifle a laugh. Blushing, Luan turned towards the front of the room, trying to ignore them.

Shortly after the professor began his lecture, her phone buzzed. She pulled it out and saw there was a message from Unknown. She unlocked the phone and opened the message.

Unknown: Did you make it to class on time?

Luan: Yes, barely.

Unknown: Good. We don’t want you to get expelled, that would spoil our fun for the rest of the semester 🙂.

Unknown: You may not like everything we are going to have you do, but we will do our best to keep you out of trouble as long as you follow our instructions.

Luan: Thank you.

Luan felt strange thanking them for keeping her out of trouble when they were the ones who were going to put her in trouble.

Unknown: And make sure you pay attention to your phone. We expect you to respond to any messages we send as quickly as possible. We’ll try not to disturb you too much during classes.

Luan: Yes, Miss T. Thank you.

Unknown: Call us Masters when addressing both of us.

Luan: Yes, Masters.

Unknown: Good girl. We are going to have a lot of fun, I promise.

The last message was attached to a photo of Luan standing in the bathroom stall with her legs spread and her hand between her legs fingering herself. Moisture glistened in and around her slit and on her fingers. With her eyes closed, she looked like she was truly enjoying the moment.

Luan quickly put her phone face down and glanced around. There were a few people behind her who might have been able to see her screen but they all seemed to be focused on the professor. She clicked the button to lock the screen without picking it up again.

Luan didn’t like the idea of being their plaything for the rest of the semester but she didn’t know what she could do at this point to make them leave her alone. The video had been bad enough but now they had photos of her naked and masturbating in a public restroom. What else might be next?

Luan tried to focus on the class and take some notes, hoping she hadn’t missed too much, but about 10 minutes later her phone buzzed again. She thought about ignoring it but it buzzed again. Maybe she could claim her battery died or something. It buzzed again. She sighed and unlocked the phone deciding she didn’t want to piss off her new Masters. It turned out to be new messages from her friends and new messages continued to arrive as she read through them.

Kelley: Luan has been awfully quiet today after being a little slut last night? You didn’t fall asleep in class, did you?

Alice: What!?! Did our sweet little innocent girl put out last night?

Kelley: Yes she did, but you can’t talk. Just because you managed to keep your panties on so the cum wasn’t running down your legs like Luan.

Alice: Yes, but everyone knows I’m a slut 😝

Kelley: Yes they do! I’m not sure I should be seen with either of you anymore, LOL

Alice: Oh, really, it’s not like you are the queen of purity. Didn’t you let those guys double-team you last semester?

Kelley: I’m not sure I know what you are referring to

Megan: I think I still have the pictures if you need a reminder

Kelley: No, no, that’s quite alright. Mia culpa.

Alice: Let’s get back to Luan. Someone please tell me what happened.

Megan: That should be Luan’s story to tell.

There was a pause in the messages while they waited for Luan to reply. She knew they could tell that she had read the messages. The thought of having to tell all her friends what happened last night was both embarrassing and turning her on more than it should. She finally decided to reply.

Luan: I will tell you everything when I get back to the dorm, okay?

Alice: Pics or it didn’t happen 😀

Luan imagined showing them the picture that her Masters had sent her and could feel her pussy getting wetter, but she would never be able to do it.

She went back to taking notes and wasn’t interrupted again during the class. As she was putting away her notebook, the two rude guys approached her.

“Luan, right,” the taller one with messy reddish hair said.

“Yes,” Luan replied dismissively. She had avoided talking to these guys since she first noticed them at the beginning of the semester. They never seemed to take the class seriously and they were always making rude comments about the girls in class.

“I’m Steve, this is Dave,” the taller one said, pointing to his friend who was stockier and wore a baseball cap with the school logo on it. “We were wondering if you would like to join us for lunch.”

“I can’t today, I have to meet some friends,” Luan lied.

“Oh, okay. You just look really hot today,” Steve said. “Maybe tomorrow?”

She really wasn’t interested in doing anything with these guys but she hated conflict and couldn’t just come out and tell them to buzz off. She hesitated trying to think of a better excuse but her brain was fuzzy from everything that had happened earlier.

“Umm, okay, maybe tomorrow,” she said, trying to be non-committal but wincing even as she heard the words come out of her mouth.

“Great! Tomorrow, then,” Steve said smiling and he and Dave returned to their desks and started putting their stuff away.

Luan had to squeeze past them to get out and this time Dave “accidentally” felt up her breast.

“Oh man, I’m sorry,” Dave said.

“No worries,” Luan said, trying to maintain her composure.

There is no way I am going to lunch with those two assholes, she thought.

She had a couple of hours before her next class. Normally she would try to meet up with her friends but they would just grill her about last night and she wanted to put that conversation off as long as possible. If she went to the cafeteria she would probably run into Steve and Dave, and she wasn’t very hungry anyway.

More horny than hungry, she thought, feeling the plug moving inside her as she walked down the stairs in front of the building.

She decided to go to the little bistro just off campus that she liked. It had great coffee which she desperately needed.

It only took about 15 minutes to walk there. She could feel the plug wiggling in her ass as she walked and the sensation was making her pussy drool. She wondered if she would get used to it after wearing it every day. She had finally decided that it wasn’t going to fall out so she didn’t have to clench all the time, but she was still trying to adjust her gait to make it feel less intrusive, to no avail.

The line at the bistro counter wasn’t too bad considering it was the beginning of the lunch rush. She ordered her favorite vanilla latte with nutmeg and half of a chicken sandwich. She got lucky and claimed a small table in the corner just as a couple of girls got up to leave. She pulled out her laptop and tried to work on her essay while she ate but ended up browsing through her social media feed instead. Usually having sex would clear her mind for a while until that little itch started to grow again but right now she was hornier than she had been before last night. She was wondering how they would know if she had an orgasm later when her phone buzzed. Speak of the devil, it was Unknown.

Unknown: Where are you right now? We didn’t see you in the cafeteria. I think we are going to have you put a GPS-tracking app on your phone so we will know where you are.

She really didn’t want them to be able to track her location.

Luan: Sorry, Masters, I went to the bistro on 4th. I was avoiding a couple of guys from my class.

Unknown: What happened with the guys? Who were they? Is everything okay?

Luan: Yes, Steve and Dave, they are just rude. Not just today, they are always making rude comments about the girls in class. They asked me to go to lunch with them but they just wanted to stare at my chest. My nipples really show through this shirt, it’s drawing a lot of attention.

Unknown: Yes, we noticed. We expect you to wear something similar tomorrow. Also, you are only to wear skirts or dresses from now on. The shorter the better. No bra or panties, understand?

Luan mentally scanned her wardrobe at the dorm. She didn’t own a lot of “slutwear” except a few things that her friends had talked her into getting for parties.

Luan: Yes, Masters. I only have a couple of skirts and maybe one dress that isn’t like a party dress.

Unknown: Sounds like you need to do some shopping then. And don’t forget about the douche and enema bag. We will send you some links for things we think would be appropriate. You have until Monday to get them.

Luan: Yes, Masters. Thank you.

She couldn’t stop being polite and respectful even to people who were blackmailing her, it’s just the way she was raised. Being told what to do like this reminded her of her father and the way he ordered her and her mother around.

Did my mother get aroused like this when my father ordered her around? she wondered but immediately decided she didn’t want to know.

Unknown: Here is a link for the app you need to install. Do it now. It will let you generate a code that gives us permission to follow you.

Luan: Yes, Masters.

Luan clicked on the link they had sent and downloaded the app. Its target audience was parents wanting to keep track of their kids.

I can’t believe I am doing this, she thought but she felt aroused at the same time.

Knowing that she didn’t really have a choice, she installed the app and then, enabling all the options that would give them full access to her location at any time, she generated the code, copied it, and pasted it into the chat.

Luan: Here is the code, Masters.

Unknown: Good girl.

A few moments later she got a notification from the tracking app that she had two new followers. She clicked on the notification and it took her to her followers list where there were only two entries “T” and “J”. Both had a little red icon next to their names to indicate that they had their locations disabled. At the top-right corner of the screen, her account showed a green icon indicating that her location was enabled and on the map below there was a blue dot indicating her current location at the bistro.

Luan exited out of the app, though it would continue to run in the background and report her location to her blackmailers. She switched back to the messaging app and added Unknown to her contacts and set the name to TJ. That sounded a lot less creepy than Unknown.

TJ: We probably don’t need to tell you that you are not allowed to uninstall this app or disable your location.

Luan: Yes, Masters. I understand.

TJ: You are such a smart girl. Keep this up and you might enjoy this as much as we will.

I really doubt that, Luan thought.

TJ: One more thing. We need you to show us that you still have your plug. You have 1 minute to send us a photo of the plug in your ass.

Luan gasped. She looked around. The bistro was still full of people getting lunch. She would have to go to the bathroom. She quickly stuffed her laptop back into her bag and headed into the women’s room. Thankfully, no one else was in there. It was much smaller than the one at the school, with only two stalls.

She chose the larger handicap stall, stepped inside, and closed and locked the door. There wasn’t a hook on this door and the toilet did not have a lid so she had to set her backpack on the floor. She untied the drawstring on her shorts and pushed them down. She opened the camera app on her phone and set it to selfie mode, then bent over and awkwardly reached around while twisting her neck around to see if she was getting shot of the plug.

It took a few tries before she got one that she hoped would be acceptable but she was out of time so she switched back to the messaging app, attached the picture, and sent it.

TJ: You were a little over time and that is a horrible picture. You need to use the timer on your camera next time or ask someone to take it for you.

Luan: Sorry, Masters. I will do better next time.

Ask someone to take a picture of the plug in my ass!? she thought, and laughed.

Unknown: While you are in the toilet, you should apply more lube to your plug. If it gets too dry it can become uncomfortable. We will add some proper lube to your shopping list. For now, you will edge until you are ready to cum. That should give you plenty of lube 😉

The bathroom door opened and Luan remembered that her shorts were still on the floor and she was standing there naked from the waist down. They couldn’t see anything except her feet below the door, but this was the second time today that she found herself in a humiliating situation in a public restroom.

She didn’t want to mess with the plug while someone else was in the bathroom so she took the opportunity to pee. She was terrified that the plug would come out but trying to clench while peeing was difficult. Eventually, she realized that the plug was staying in place and she was able to empty her bladder. The crotch of her shorts was damp on the inside so she tried to dry them a little while she sat on the toilet.

The other person left the restroom but a couple more came in right after. She should have expected that it would be rather busy this time of day, so she resigned herself to just getting it done.

Luan got up and flushed then took a step back so she wouldn’t accidentally drop it in the toilet. She wasn’t quite sure how to approach doing this herself, since she didn’t usually put things in or take things out of her ass. She remembered seeing a video of a girl taking a dildo that was stuck to the floor. She remembered how that position seemed to open up the girl’s holes and expose them for the camera. She had been embarrassed just watching, but here she was squatting down just like that slutty girl in the video with her feet apart so her torso would fit between her knees.

Trying not to think about what she looked like, Luan reached down and tugged on the plug. It was firmly in place. She had to force herself to relax and push a little like she was going to poop.

I don’t actually need to poop, do I, she worried.

The plug gave her a constant “fullness” so she couldn’t be sure. The largest bead finally popped out causing her to moan. She put her other hand over her mouth quickly, hoping the person that was in the next stall hadn’t heard. The other two beads took much less effort and the plug was out.

The process of pulling it out had generated plenty of lubricant from her pussy but she didn’t want to just stick the dirty plug in there. She thought about going to the sink to wash it off but there were too many people coming in and out so she settled for wiping it off with toilet paper. It kind of grossed her out to even look at it at first, but It turned out to be pretty clean. Once she was satisfied, she squatted back down and inserted the toy into her vagina. She swirled it around and worked it in and out then rubbed it across her clit. She continued using the toy to play with her pussy as she felt her climax approaching.

How would they know, she thought.

She began panting as she got closer to reaching orgasm. She was only moments away when the woman in the other stall cleared her throat. Luan clamped her free hand over her mouth and stopped and waited. She could hear the woman clicking on her phone but nothing else.

What am I thinking doing this in public, she admonished herself.

The plug was well lubricated at this point so Luan reluctantly pulled it out of her sloppy wet hole and moved it back until she felt it tickle her anus. She began to push slowly. The first bead went in easily, the second took a little bit of effort and she had to make herself relax. The third required her to push harder and when it finally popped into place, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. As she pushed the base the rest of the way in she could feel it moving inside her.

She had been so close to reaching orgasm a minute ago and she wanted to finish so bad. She pulled the plug out until it met resistance against her sphincter ring, then pushed it back in again. The sensation was similar but distinctly different from having something in her pussy. She pulled it back out and pushed it back in again.

Oh god, I need this and they will never know, she thought.

She worked the plug in and out a few more times. This was driving her mad but it wasn’t going to make her cum. She pinched one of her nipples with her other hand as she continued to fuck her ass with the toy.

Her phone buzzed, breaking her out of the moment. She stood up and wiped her hand clean before unlocking her phone. The message was from her Masters, of course.

TJ: Did you enjoy your edging? Everything okay with the plug? Send us another, better pic before you leave the restroom.

Of course they could see in the app that she was lingering in the back corner of the bistro. She opened her camera app and enabled the timer for 5 seconds. Then she put the phone on the floor and squatted over it. Once she could see she was in a good position, she tapped the shutter button and it started counting down. She got herself back in the right place just before it snapped the pic.

She sent the pic to her Masters and then replied.

Luan: Yes, Masters.

TJ: Much better pic and we can see that cunt looks very wet. You didn’t cum, did you?

Luan turned red as she replied.

Luan: No Masters, but I was very close.

TJ: Good girl. I think you might be a natural-born slut. Do not clean your cunt, not for the rest of the day. Just put on your shorts and get to your next class.

Luan: Yes, Masters.

Her pussy felt squishy as she pulled on the shorts. She tried to leave some space between the material and her pussy so maybe she wouldn’t make a wet spot. She exited the stall and went to the sink to wash her hands. The person from the other stall came out and began using the second sink. It was the woman that had taken her order behind the counter earlier, she must be on break.

“Feeling better?” the woman asked as she checked her hair and face in the mirror while she dried her hands.

“Uhh, yes, I guess so” Luan said, a little surprised at being asked a question like that in the restroom.

“Hearing you over there made me want to do it too. I’ll be smiling at the customers the rest of the day now,” the woman said, smiling and winking.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be so loud,” Luan said, looking down mortified.

“It’s okay. We all need to um ‘take care of business’ sometimes,” she said, putting a hand on Luan’s shoulder. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, we all do it.”

“Y..yes, I guess,” Luan said, slowly turning towards the woman but still looking down, unable to meet her gaze.

“That’s right,” the woman said, putting her hand under her chin and lifting it up to look into her face.

The woman looked down and back up Luan’s body and, using both hands, she adjusted the top of Luan’s shirt. As she lowered her hands, she quickly pinched her nipples through the shirt. Luan gasped and stepped back.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You are just too cute,” the woman said with another wink.

“It’s fine,” Luan lied.

“I’m Amber,” she said. “I’ve seen you in here before. In the bistro, I mean, not the restroom.”

Amber and Luan both laughed. Luan really looked at her for the first time. She was a pretty woman, not much older than Luan, with long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail that was pulled through the back of the cap she wore as part of her uniform. She was wearing a polo short with the bistro’s logo embroidered over her left breast. Her breasts were bigger than Luans and filled out the shirt but, unlike Luan, Amber was wearing a bra so her nipples weren’t on display.

“I hope I didn’t offend you or anything,” Amber said, putting her palms together like she was begging for forgiveness.

“Really, it’s okay, you just surprised me, that’s all,” Luan said more convincingly.

“The way those things are on display, I’m surprised it doesn’t happen all the time,” Amber chuckled.

As she turned to walk out of the bathroom, she looked back and said, “Come to the counter before you leave and I’ll give you a coffee to go, on the house. Vanilla latte with nutmeg, right?”

“Yes,” Luan said, “But you don’t have to…”

“I’ll have it ready for you,” Amber said, cutting her off and then walked out the door.

Luan stood there, frozen for a moment. Did that really just happen?

Luan checked herself one more time and then walked out of the restroom. As she crossed the room, Amber waved and put a to-go cup on the counter.

No sense letting a good latte go to waste, she told herself.

“Thank you,” Luan said as she picked up the cup.

“You’re welcome,” Amber said and smiled.

Luan sipped at the coffee as she walked back to campus. It took her a few minutes to realize that Amber had written her name and phone number on the cup along with a little message.

“Next time maybe I can help you out with more than just coffee. Call me,” it read.

By the time Luan was back on campus, her shorts had crept up between her legs and she could feel it rubbing against her bare mons. The plug rocked inside her as she walked, providing near-constant stimulation. As she sat down in her Speech and Debate class, she glanced down and could clearly see a wet spot between her legs. She was learning to sit down slowly to try and minimize the effect of the plug but it still sent a wave of pleasure through her that made her squirm.

They were working on extemporaneous speaking. The professor walked around the room and had each student pull a slip of paper out of a fishbowl. The paper gave them a topic and position. They had 15 minutes to research the topic and come up with a three-minute speech that would support the specified position. Someone else in the class would have the opposite position on the same topic.

Luan’s topic was some issue with the city council related to zoning ordinances that vaguely remembered seeing in the news recently. She had to support the small business owner against the city. That sounded pretty boring until she opened up her laptop and searched for more details. It turned out the business was a strip club and the city was trying to force them to close or move out of their current location. She was going to have to get up in front of the class and give a speech supporting a strip club!

She decided to approach it as the rights of business owners in general but she knew whoever had the opposing topic would be sure to focus on the type of business. She did some research on strip clubs and strippers and the rules for the sex industry in this city and state. She learned that as long as they had a license it was all perfectly legal up to and including full nudity. Additionally, nudity in general was allowed, even in public, as long as there wasn’t any “lude” conduct. The way the law was worded, that basically meant no sexual acts in public but just being nude or performing nude, even in a provocative manner, wasn’t considered a sexual act. In her current state of unsatisfied arousal, she was spending more and more time looking at the girls in various states of undress as she imagined herself being forced by her Masters to strip and perform for an audience.

“Okay, time’s up. Please close your laptops and phones,” the professor said, surprising Luan. “I expect you to pay attention to your classmates. I will be calling on some of you to give constructive criticism after each pair of speeches.”

Luan continued to work out what she intended to say as she half-listened to the other speeches. They were early in the semester so no one really knew what they were doing yet and the professor had a lot of feedback. The students she called on had some good feedback but the teacher had to remind them a few times to critique the speech, not the position or the topic. She also had to stop a few of the students for going over the three-minute time limit even though there was a timer clearly visible to the speakers counting down in bright red LED numbers.

“Watch the timer. In a competition, you will get points taken away for going over time,” the professor explained. “It’s better to stop early than late, but not too early. Within the last 30 seconds is ideal.”

In a few cases, she allowed the first speaker in the pair one minute for rebuttal remarks when the discussion was lively. Then the second speaker was allowed another minute as well if they wanted to respond. This meant that they might not have time for all the speeches today and Luan was really hoping that she wouldn’t get called before time ran out.

“I know some of these topics are controversial,” the professor said after one of the more lengthy debates, “but one of the things you have to learn is to keep your emotions in check. Getting emotional and saying too much can sometimes be less persuasive than simply making your case and letting the audience arrive at their own conclusions.”

Finally, the professor looked at the clock on the wall and said, “I don’t think we have time for any more today. Hopefully, those of you who didn’t get to speak today have still learned a lot from this exercise. I promise everyone will be given a chance to speak on multiple occasions.”

Luan relaxed now that she was off the hook. She put away her notebook and laptop and joined the queue to get out the door. As she waited, she felt like the guy behind her was standing a little too close.

“That looked like an interesting topic you were researching,” he whispered in her ear, startling her a little.

Blushing, she turned slightly to look at him. He had been sitting right behind her in class. He had probably had a pretty good view of her laptop screen.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone,” he said in a low voice, “but I have to know, what was your topic?”

“Oh, um, it was about a new strip club ordinance the city is trying to impose,” Luan said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Ah, that explains it. I thought you seemed a little too innocent to be looking at porn,” he said, smiling. “Too bad you didn’t get to talk about it. What position did you have?”

“I had the side of the strip club,” Luan said.

“So, have you frequented many strip clubs?” he said, continuing to follow her as they entered the corridor.

N..no…never,” Luan said, embarrassed.

“Really? I’ll bet you’d look really cute starting off in a sexy schoolgirl costume,” he said, looking her up and down like he might turn into a wolf and devour her.

Luan didn’t know how to even respond to that, but she was once again imagining how it would feel to be up on a stage stripping. As she fidgeted she could feel the moisture between her thighs.

Am I getting turned on by the idea of being a stripper? She thought. I need to cum so bad, I’m just not thinking straight.

“If you’d like to give it a try sometime, they have an amateur night tonight at Sirens,” he said, mistaking her distracted silence as interest. “It’s one of the clubs not far from campus. A lot of the girls from the college go there to make some extra money. There is a prize for the best performance and you get to keep any tips you make even if you don’t win.”

“Well, I don’t know…” she started to say but he cut her off.

“I am one of the bouncers there,” he continued. “I can make sure you get on early when the guys still have most of their cash, but not too early. You want them to have a few drinks to loosen them up a little.”

Just then Luan’s phone buzzed. Maybe she could use it to extract herself from this uncomfortable (but arousing) conversation.

“I’m sorry, I need to go meet some friends,” she said, pulling her phone out.

“Oh, okay,” he said, “let me put my number in your phone so you can call me later.”

Not wanting to be rude, she unlocked her phone and handed it to him.

“I don’t think I introduced myself,” he said as he typed. “I’m Victor.”

“Luan,” Luan said.

Just as Victor was about to hand her phone back, it buzzed again. He obviously saw the message preview that popped up because his eyes widened.

“Your friend TJ seems to be a little pushy. Are you alright?” Victor asked, concerned.

Luan looked at her phone. The preview had disappeared but the alert icon showed 3 unread messages.

“I’m fine. They just don’t like it when I don’t respond right away.” Luan said, opening the messaging app.

“Well, if you ever need any help, just let me know,” Victor said. “Like I said, I am a bouncer. I have to handle aggressive people all the time.”

“I’m okay, really, but thank you,” Luan said, surprised at how protective Victor was having just met her.

“Okay, well, call me if you want to get in tonight. It starts at 8,” Victor said. “I know it’s short notice so if you can’t make it tonight, maybe next week. They do this every Thursday.”

“Sure, I’ll let you know,” Luan said.

As Victor smiled at her and walked away, Luan moved over and leaned against the wall. All the messages were from her Masters. The first message had been sent before the class ended, she must have missed it. It was a list of the things they wanted her to get by Monday. The other two messages had just come in the last couple of minutes while she was talking to Victor.

TJ: You should be out of class by now. Why haven’t you replied?

TJ: The tracking app says your phone still has 72% battery and you are outside of the classroom not moving. We told you that we expect you to respond as quickly as possible when you aren’t in class.

No wonder Victor thought they were being pushy, Luan thought. Now he knows that she has a tracking app on her phone at the very least.

Luan: Sorry, I was stuck talking to another guy after class. I don’t know why I’m so popular all of a sudden.

TJ: LOL, you can’t think of any reason? Maybe two very prominent reasons?

Luan blushed and looked down at the two hard nipples threatening to tear through her shirt at any moment.

TJ: Either that or they can smell the pheromones coming off of your leaking cunt.

Luan cringed at that word again. It made her feel like a slut in heat, which is pretty much what she was at this point. She was mortified by the idea that the people around her might be able to smell her.

TJ: Who was the guy and what did he want?

Luan: His name was Victor. He invited me to go to a club tonight.

She didn’t want to tell them that it was a strip club with an amateur hour or the scenario she had been imagining earlier might become reality.

TJ: What did you say? Is he good-looking?

Luan: He was alright. He said if I couldn’t go tonight then maybe another night. I said I would let him know.

TJ: Ohh, look at you, juggling two different guys now. Would you like to fuck him like you did Reggie?

Luan hadn’t been thinking about Victor in that way but now that she did, she could feel a certain craving.

I am so turned on right now I could probably fuck Steve and Dave, she thought, then shook her head. Victor would be a much better choice. I wonder if his cock is as nice as Reggie’s…

Luan was imagining Victor’s strong arms lowering her down onto his cock, then she remembered that her Masters had asked her a question and they didn’t like to be kept waiting. She decided to be honest.

Luan: Maybe.

She cringed as she pressed send.

TJ: You little slut 😉. I wonder what he would think of your plug…

I didn’t even think about that! she thought, imagining him seeing her ass plugged and thinking that she was some kind of slut.

TJ: What club did he want to take you to? What time?

Oh god, if I tell them I know they are going to make me go, but if I don’t tell them and they find out, then they might do a lot worse, Luan debated with herself, finally deciding to just tell them and get it over with.

Luan: Sirens. It’s a strip club. He is a bouncer there. Thursdays they have amateur night starting at 8.

There was a longer pause than usual. Luan was already feeling butterflies in her stomach as she waited for them to tell her that she was going to be stripping tonight. She hadn’t even noticed that her phone had gone to sleep when it buzzed again. She unlocked it and opened the message.

TJ: We aren’t ready for you to go there yet, but it’s great that you have someone there to watch over you. We want you to keep flirting with Victor.

Relief washed over Luan. She hadn’t realized how tense she had been waiting for their response. But it sounded like she would be going there eventually so she wasn’t completely out of the woods, just a temporary reprieve.

Luan: Yes, Masters. Thank you.

TJ: You’re welcome, but our favors aren’t free.

Now Luan was terrified wondering what they wanted in return for this “favor”.

TJ: Go back to your classroom, it should be empty now.

Luan didn’t even hesitate, she was just a few steps from the door anyway. Once inside she put her backpack down on one of the desks and then let them know.

Luan: I’m in the room. No one else is here.

TJ: Perfect! Do you have a marker and some scissors or anything with you?

Luan: I have a black marker but I don’t carry scissors.

TJ: Check the instructor’s desk.

Luan walked to the front of the room by the whiteboard and searched through the desk drawers. This wasn’t elementary school and, as she suspected, she didn’t find scissors. The only thing in the drawers were some blank index cards and a couple of pens.

Luan: No luck.

TJ: Okay, you’ll just have to tear it. You will measure down three fingers from your nipples and mark a line on your shirt. Then you will remove it and tear the bottom of the shirt off at that line.

Luan was stunned. That would leave her breasts barely covered by what was left, which she knew was the whole idea. It was warm enough that a lot of girls wore half-shirts that left their midriff bare, but this would leave her showing a lot more skin than that. Plus they took her bra so there would be nothing else except whatever was left of her shirt. She tried desperately to think of some way not to do this but she couldn’t think of anything.

Luan: Yes, Masters.

TJ: Good girl. Send us a picture when it’s done.

Luan took the marker out of her back, measured three fingers below her nipples, and made a mark as she had been instructed. Then, looking around and listening for a moment to make sure no one was about to come into the room, she quickly pulled the shirt over her head. Her nipples hardened even more as they were exposed to the air-conditioned air. She quickly began pulling at the material trying to create a tear where she had made the mark but it was a stretchy t-shirt material and it was tougher than it looked.

She looked through her bag for something with a sharp point or blade and found a metal nail file that seemed like it should do the trick. She used the point to make a hole on the mark and then used the rough edge of the file to saw at the material. It wasn’t easy but she slowly worked her way around the perimeter of the shirt. About halfway through, her phone buzzed.

TJ: How’s it going?

Luan: I couldn’t tear it but I found a nail file in my bag and it’s working. Just taking longer than I would like.

TJ: Haha, yes, you wouldn’t want someone to walk in and find you topless.

Luan: Yes, Masters. I’ll try to finish quickly.

Luan went back to work on the shirt. She hated ruining it like this, but at least it wasn’t one of her favorites. When she finally reached the starting point, she held it up and looked at it. The edge was pretty rough.

Oh well, there is nothing I can do about it now, she thought and sighed as she pulled the scrap of cloth back on over her head.

She opened the camera app on her phone, put it in selfie mode, and set the timer for 10 seconds then leaned it against her backpack. When she pressed the button, it started counting down and she quickly stepped back so that she was visible from mid-thigh up. When the countdown reached zero, it snapped the picture. She opened the photo and saw that the bottom curve of her left breast was peeking out where that side was a little shorter than the other. She tugged on it to try and stretch it down a little but she doubted it made much difference.

She sent the photo to her Masters and waited.

TJ: Good job! That’s perfect, the only problem is, we didn’t tell you to put the shirt back on. This is the second time that you have failed to pay attention and follow our instructions to the letter.

Luan: I’m sorry, Masters. I promise I will try to do better.

TJ: We can’t just let this slide again, I’m afraid. You need something that will help you to be more mindful.

Luan: I’m really sorry, Masters. What else do you want me to do?

The response didn’t come immediately, she was really worried about what else they might make her do. They seemed to know her schedule so they would know that she didn’t have any more classes today. She had planned to go to the library for a while to work on her essay before going back to the dorm. Finally, her phone buzzed.

TJ: Take the bottom of the shirt that you just tore off and go down to the teacher’s desk at the front of the room.

TJ: You will tie the shirt around your head as a blindfold, slide your shorts down to your ankles, bend over the desk and grab the other side, then wait.

TJ: Master J will be there shortly. Hopefully, he will arrive before anyone else comes into the room. Regardless, you will not move until you are told to do so, understand?

She read the messages twice. She couldn’t possibly do this! If anyone but her Masters walked in there could be serious consequences. The thought terrified her but there was that little voice in her head that was excited by the risk. The real problem was that she didn’t know how she could refuse. They were waiting for her to respond.

Luan: Yes, Masters.

Luan resigned herself that she was going to be doing this whether she fully wanted to or not. Her cunt (she was starting to think of it using that term) was tingling. She picked up the remnant of her shirt and took a couple of steps toward the front of the room, feeling the plug relentlessly teasing her with every step.

My plug! Anyone who comes in is going to see the plug in my ass! she thought.

Like a zombie, she continued to slowly move towards the front of the room. When she finally reached her destination, she put her phone on the desk. She had hoped to get a message calling this off but none came. She folded the shirt bottom until it was about as wide as her hand, and then put it around her head so it covered her eyes, tying a knot in the back to keep it in place. Shaking from fear, she untied the front of her shorts, pushed them down over her hips, and let them fall to her ankles. She was now naked from her breasts down. That reminded her that they still hadn’t given her permission to put the shirt on so she pulled it off as well, being careful not to dislodge the blindfold, and dropped it on the desk with her phone. She reached between her legs and felt her wetness and her protruding clit.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, she thought as she pushed herself closer to the orgasm that we so desperately needed.

They hadn’t told her to edge but she was hoping that it would distract her from what she was about to do. She was so damn horny that it was only a couple of minutes before she was breathing hard and on the verge of a climax. She forced herself to stop and remove her fingers from her drooling cunt.

She felt the viscous fluid coating her fingers. She brought them to her nose. The odor wasn’t strong, maybe slightly more pungent than it had been in the restroom this morning but not enough for anyone else to smell her. She remembered the not unpleasant taste and wondered if it would be the same. She took a tentative lick. It had a little stronger flavor, but still not bad.

If I’m going to be a slut, I might as well act like one, she thought.

She sucked the rest off her fingers and used her tongue to clean between them. Once the last of her pussy’s flavor was gone, she wiped her hand on the outside of her leg to dry it off as much as she could.

There was nothing else to do except bend over the desk. Because of her short stature, she had to stand on her tiptoes and reach as far as she could, flattening her breasts against the cold desktop, and even then she could barely wrap her fingers over the opposite edge.

Luan waited there, stretched across the desk under the bright fluorescent lights with her plugged naked ass facing the classroom where it would be the first thing anyone walking in the door would see. As she listened to the faint noises of people in the corridor just outside the door, she could feel a rivulet of fluid trickling down the inside of her thigh.