<strong>ASHERAH:</strong><br/><br/>Jack waits for you to stand up - he doesn't take his fingers out of you, and he starts to walk out of the bushes, leading you along by your pussy. He doesn't stop, doesn't see if you're alone on the street, but you're fortunate; it's empty. Fred has already vanished inside the shop, and you take a nervous gulp of air as Jack opens the door and goes inside, pulling you along with him.<br/><br/>The place is quiet and all of the lights haven't been turned on; you're familiar with the shop, you've been here a few times before, and it's a quaint little place; a few aisles, and near the front is a cash register. The aisles are lined with all sorts of school supplies...bundles of printing paper, automatic pencils, calculators, rulers - it even has all sorts of crazy architectural measuring stuff, and you're not sure what most of that really does. Convenient for every student between the ages of five and twenty-three. The floor is carpeted, and there's a room in the back where you can hear Fred humming something to himself.<br/><br/>"So I can just start picking out what I need, right?" Jack ventures, speaking loudly enough for Fred to hear.<br/><br/>"Go for it, man," Fred replies. "I'll be with you in a sec."<br/><br/>"Cool." At last, Jack releases his hold on you; he wipes his fingers off on his shirt and motions for you to follow him. You fall into step behind him as he leads you into the printing supplies section; he pulls out a list from his back pocket and unfolds it, reading down the lines and furrowing his brow. "It's not<em>too</em>long," he murmurs. He cranes his head back, scrutinizing the shelves before him - lined with a decent selection of ink cartridges, you realize. After a moment, he mutters a quiet "aha!" and pulls a box down from the shelf.<br/><br/>"Hold this," He says, thrusting the box at you without so much as looking your way - he's not even asking, that asshole. You take it from him anyway, snorting...and just as Jack turns to continue on his hunt, he stops and says, "No. I told you to<em>hold</em>it."<br/><br/>You feel your eyes go wide and do a double-take. "I<em>am</em>holding it."<br/><br/>"No, genius. Not in your hands."<br/><br/>"What, then? In my mouth?"<br/><br/>"I told you out there, you'd be my personal shopping cart." Jack rolled his eyes and reached down, rubbing his fingers against your pussy again. "Hold it in your vagina. Jesus Christ. Go on - spread those little lips of yours and slide it right inside. You'll hold everything I'm picking up inside you until I'm ready to get rung up. Unless," he adds, giving you a sideways glance, "you'd rather go out on your own?"<br/><br/>What do you want to do? Do you want to KEEP FOLLOWING JACK and start stuffing yourself with whatever supplies he needs? He hasn't disclosed his full list to you yet, so you have no idea what else he might ask of you, and he might if you agree to his terms. Alternatively, you could SAY FUCK IT and get out of here. There's only so much a girl can take, after all...just keep in mind, if you decide to follow Jack, be sure to insert that box of ink carts...<br/><br/><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br/><br/>This entire day has been nothing but a nightmare, and now you're on display for two classes of students; your professor is a clever, subversive man, but you can tell despite his best efforts that he's enjoying himself. He hasn't maneuvered himself from behind his desk in any way where he could actually look at you - in fact, he had his attention fixed on some paperwork in front of him, but you figure that if he's going to drag you to his office afterwards, he's going to get as much of a free show as he wants.<br/><br/>"When you've finished with your tests, please set them on the table beside our sociology experiment, if you please," The professor announces -and you're not sure<em>why</em>, but what the hell. Might as well roll with it...<br/><br/>Not long after, students begin to depart from their desks; they approach you, approach the table, and while a handful of them have the decency to turn their attention away from you, sadly and a bit predictably, most of them gawk, admiring you. A few, bless their hearts, offer you quiet words of encouragement, empowering you a little - but they're a minority in its own right.<br/><br/>You blush, bunch your shoulders up, and pretend to be disinterested, as if this is nothing out of the ordinary and this doesn't really bother you. It's a load of crap, but it's better than being a (heh) pussy about it. However, so intent are you on being nonchalant that you don't notice one grabby student reaching out for you until it's too late; he's nervous, shuddering, as he grabs at your vagina, clumsy and fumbling.<br/><br/>He's inexperienced - and he shoves two fingers in without warning, and he's whispering under his breath, around a quaking voice, "I - I - I think I like you."<br/><br/>You're not sure how to react; how wet you've been up to that point, if you have been at all, is up to you. You can either PUSH THE GUY AWAY, or LET HIM HAVE SOME FUN...just be sure to describe anything and everything he does to you.