<strong>ELVEN SEX GODDES:</strong><br/><br/>You're stuck. People can see you! You're fortunate the sun is at your back because with the right angle, the light would show the glistening fluid around your vagina, and people would know for sure that you were aroused. It was better to pretend - to pretend this wasn't unusual, no, nothing to see here, please ignore the bottomless co-ed with a pussy stuffed to the brim with school supplies. You consider folding your hands over your crotch, providing yourself at least a modicum of privacy, but - no, there's no point in tempting fate, because Jack might take even the slightest attempt to maintain modesty as a breach of your deal. Instead, you cross your arms beneath your breasts, making them swell out just the tiniest bit. You try turning your focus inward as your cheeks burn, because acknowledging the people leering and ogling at you will make things just that much more difficult. You tune out the oppressive feeling of a dozen strangers' gazes affixed to you and your most precious parts; let them stare, it's - it's not important, it doesn't matter, it...<br/><br/>You hear shuffling footsteps from your right, and resist the urge to turn to face the oncomer...hopefully he or she will just wander on past, spare your dignity...but, no, the footsteps draw to a sudden stop a few feet away, as if your new company had only just noticed you and your 'situation.' You swallow nervously - your pussy still tingled from Fred and Jack's touch, from having all of the items inserted into you, and, and just so embarassing, you feel light-headed...<br/><br/>"Hey," says the man - yes, a man, that was definitely a male voice - as he shuffles over beside you. You refuse to look at him, but he leans in close to you, so try as you might you can still see him out of your peripheral vision - it looks like he's got short-cropped, black hair and a scruffy beard, but that's about all you can tell. You don't respond to him, but that's fine, because after a moment, he continues talking. "Some sort of new advertising stunt for the store, or something?"<br/><br/>He probably means the office supplies store at your back, but what difference does it make? Rather than relay your story to him - he probably didn't care, and it was still embarrassing to go into - you simply nod, keeping your lips pressed shut.<br/><br/>"Ah. Well, I guess this is one way to attrack business..." the man at last steps away from you, maneuvering himself - in front of you, oh God, you feel his eyes on your pussy, just like everybody else had been today! He licks his lips, not unlike a hungry wolf, and furrows his brow. Your previous assessment of him was right: short-cropped, black hair, scruffy beard. Only a few years older than you (certainly not a college student, unless he wanted to be the next Van Wilder), he wasn't a looker, but he certainly wasn't ugly, and he kept his hands stuffed into his pockets as he considered you. "I figure any girl with the balls to do this sort of work deserves a tip...but I only got big bills on me, so, sorry. Unless..."<br/><br/>And here we go - more with the conditions. You keep silent regardless of your irritation - might as well let him say his piece.<br/><br/>"Put on a show for me," the man says, one hand drifting your way - resting on one of your boobs. He gives it a gentle squeeze, massaging it, and you shudder despite yourself. Your nipples are still hard from Fred's manipulation of your pussy. "If you masturbate for me right here, I'll be inclined to throw you a bone."<br/><br/>"What are we looking at?" You blurt, before you can keep it in - and your voice hitches as he sends a jolt of pleasure through your body as his palm brushes your nipple.<br/><br/>"Twenty bucks," he replies. He pauses, seems to consider something, and adds, "Forty if you let me do it."<br/><br/>There's no backing out now...you suppress a whimper. He looks like the kind of guy who doesn't take 'no' for an answer...and Jack won't let you back into the store until the issue with Fred's ladyfriend is resolved. You can either MASTURBATE FOR THE MAN, or LET HIM DO IT FOR YOU...it's money, and money means pants...choose wisely, and describe what happens.<br/><strong><br/>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br/><br/>It - it felt so good. You've been able to suppress a climax this long, but - being seen in public, having the tests and now this vibrator stuck inside you...it's difficult, and you know that if the professor cranks the setting up too high, you won't be able to hold back anymore. As you bite back a shudder, you try to look as innocent as you can, but you have to slouch a little bit so the extra length of the vibrator sticks out. There's no point in jamming it any further than you're comfortable with.<br/><br/>The professor complies with your request, though - finally! - and plucks your test from the top of the pile. He passes it and a pencil your way, and you twist so you can use the table beside you to finish. You draw a deep breath, find the spot you left off at, and go back to work -<br/><br/>- as soon as your pencil touches the paper, the vibrator buzzes and wiggles to life inside you. It's slow and gentle right now, but it's hitting all the right spots, and it's enough to bring you that much closer to the edge. You set your shoulders and bite your lower lip to keep yourself from doubling over, you have a test to finish, it doesn't matter how - how good it feels...<br/><br/>You keep motoring on your test despite - despite the pleasure radiating out from inside you. But every few minutes, the professor ramps up the intensity, you can<em>hear</em>the vibrator buzzing, but only barely at this point beneath your breath - short and choppy and oh<em>God</em>- and the thrumming inside your ears. So preoccupied are you that you only distantly realize the professor opening a drawer in his desk and sliding the tests inside; he snaps the drawer shut and locks it with a key on his keychain. When finished, he pushes up to his feet, clears his throat - and says, "Please excuse me. I'll be back in about five minutes."<br/><br/>He - he walks away - you see the remote in his hand, a flash of pink just before he slides it away into one of his coat pockets. Thank God, because you can't hold the pending orgasm back any longer - he opens the door, goes through - turns to face you and says, "Don't take it out," like he needs to remind you, before closing it behind him, leaving you alo -<br/><br/>The vibrator - you feel it surge and jump inside you, so much more intense than before, oh God, that prick, he - he cranked it up, oh, oh, you wouldn't be able to - to stop - feels so good -<br/><br/>You shudder, moan (because you know you're alone, you know you can let it out), and jolt as climax takes you, sending waves of pleasure up through your spine, down to your legs, your nipples have absolutely peaked, and, fuck, it's so...<br/><br/>...so...<br/><br/>...take the, the test, finish the test. Yeah. Your breath hitches, and you wish - you wish you could take the vibrator out, your pussy is tingling, your chest heaving, your body electrified, but, but the test...almost done, almost...<br/><br/>It only takes a couple more minutes, but - but you finish it, you do, you<em>do</em>, you're done - and, and, you bite your lower lip again, please let the professor return soon, please - and, yes, not too much later, the door opens again and he walks inside, shouldering the door closed behind him and sauntering over to his desk. You know you did as well as you could on the test - you'd studied, after all, and you hadn't let the vibrator detract from that, so you slide it over to him, confident - and wait, wait, you<em>want</em>the vibrator out, but you keep it in because he could dick you over if you do, and you know it.<br/><br/>"Very good," the professor says, taking the test from you and setting it on the far corner of his desk. He makes a small mark at the top in red pen - you hope it's to do with all that extra credit you'd 'earned' on the way here. At last, he turns to you, you're practically jumping out of your skin. "One last thing before you go," he says, and you don't care at this point, just as long as he takes the vibrator out!<br/><br/>"What?" You ask, keeping your voice as even as possible. "What is it?"<br/><br/>"I happen to have lost the remote to the vibrator," he says, nonchalantly - and you, damn him, you know he's full of shit already. "Fell out the window at the end of the hallway. It landed in the bushes below. Would you be so kind as to get it for me?"<br/><br/>You start to shut him down - you're tired of dealing with him and his stipulations - but before you can, he adds, "If you don't, I'm afraid I'll have to flunk your test."<br/><br/>Oh, yeah, of<em>course</em>, freaking dandy.<br/><br/>"Of course, if you do feel so kind as to help me, I'm going to have to ask you to keep the vibrator inside you all the way there and back." He casts a glance down at your pussy, the inch of pink plastic sticking out from between your legs. "And don't try to be sneaky and take it out - because I'll know."<br/><br/>You contemplate letting the professor know just what you think of him now in as few letters as possible, but - now you have a dilemma on your hands. The window the professor is talking about...if you take the elevator and go outside the door nearby, you'll just have to go left around the front of the building. But you have to actually<em>find</em>the remote, which could be stuck anywhere in any one of those bushes, and you'd have to keep the vibrator inside you the entire time...the search could take<em>ages</em>...but the grade...you'd already done so much for it...<br/><br/>You can either TAKE THE FAILING GRADE and wash your hands of the professor, or you can GO SEARCH FOR THE VIBRATOR to make sure all of your hard work comes to fruition. Be sure to describe the journey if you choose to make it...