<strong>ASHERAH:</strong><br/><br/>Jack whistles, showing for the first time his admiration for you. "I have to admit, I didn't think you'd be up to task. Good job."<br/><br/>Before you can reply, Fred appears around one end of the aisle, saying, "'Good job' for whaaaat the hell?"<br/><br/>Well, there goes that little bit of privacy. Fred eyes you up, though not in the same collected, almost disinterested way Jack had; he's gawking, eyes bulging out of his head, jaw gone slack. He's obviously popping a boner, you can see it tenting against his pants. You think, ruefully, how much of a surprise it was for him, much in the same way you had been when you realized you were half-naked and locked out of your dorm.<br/><br/>"Whawhawhat is a girl doing in the store dressed like that?" Fred asks, not taking his gaze off you.<br/><br/>The fact that he's asking Jack rather than you bothers you - you might be 'Jack's personal shopping cart' for this little venture, but you were still a person. "It was a fluke, that's all," you explain, cutting in before Jack can reply. If you feel like giving out any more information, it's your call...<br/><br/>Nevertheless, Jack clears his throat and glances from Fred, to you, and back to Fred again. After a moment's thought, he presses the sheet of paper against Fred's chest. "Look past the 'why' for a second, okay? Look, here's a list of things I need. I have to walk home and get my car, and it'll take about fifteen minutes. I struck a deal with my pal here, and so far she's been living up to her end of the bargain."<br/><br/>Wait - he hadn't said anything about not having the car with him! Before you can properly protest, Jack continues by saying, "If you could pull this stuff aside for me, I'd appreciate it. Bring her around with you - she loves it if you lead her around by the pussy. When you get what you need, give it to her...she knows what to do with it. Go for the mechanical pencils, first."<br/><br/>"Mechanical pencils. Sure thing," Fred says, but his voice is light and you can tell he can't really believe the situation he'd just been put into. He shakes his head and blinks, looking at Jack again. "Anything else I should know?"<br/><br/>"Don't take advantage of her. I promised her that you wouldn't." Jack turns and starts to walk away - then stops, saying, "Oh, and she can't hide if anybody comes in."<br/><br/>Fred nods, but doesn't say anything - probably overwhelmed with what was going on, like he had a right to feel that way. But now you find yourself with a conundrum: Jack is leaving you alone with Fred and his shopping list, and you have to trust Fred will live up to Jack's instructions - even the part where he can't hide you from customers. Mind reeling, you realize only too late that Jack is gone as you hear the bell on the front door jingle.<br/><br/>Do you trust Fred? He seems like a good enough guy. You can STAY WITH HIM as he fills out Jack's shopping list (and fills you up with those items), or you can GO AFTER JACK and see if you can make some sort of repeal. If you choose to stay with Fred, though, he'll slide his fingers inside you and start leading you around as Jack did...<br/><br/><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br/><br/>At last - at long last! - the students file out of the room, leaving you alone with the professor. Beneath your thigh is a slip of paper with a girl's phone number on it; you fold it up and slip it into the hem of your sleeve, because despite everything else, you've never done it with another woman before and you acknowledge it would be interesting to try.<br/><br/>"You can get down from the table now," the professor says from his desk. "Bring the tests over to me, please?"<br/><br/>At least he's being polite.<br/><br/>You do as he asks; once at his desk, you're hesitant to put the papers down, but he taps the surface of his desk expectantly and you're forced to surrender your cover once more. You see his eyes flicker up, once, before he returns to his paperwork; you're not entirely sure what he's doing, but hopefully it's nothing bad for you.<br/><br/>A few moments pass without him saying anything; you clear your throat, expecting<em>some</em>sort of interaction, but he seems as if he's waiting for you to start the conversation. You clear your throat again, but this time more for your own benefit, and ask, "What would you like me to do, sir?"<br/><br/>"Well, your 'experiment' was a raging success, one way or the other." The professor cracks a clever smile. "Any experiment is a success, really, even if it fails."<br/><br/>"Wha?"<br/><br/>"Sorry." The professor finally sits up and leans back in his chair, and now he looks at you properly; he doesn't stare at your pussy, he's looking you in the eyes, and it's somewhat relieving knowing that his politeness extended beyond words. Without looking away, he scoops up the test papers and taps them against his desk, straightening them. "Like I said, we'll be heading to my office so you can continue the test in private. There, I hope we can have a candid discussion about this 'experiment' of yours."<br/><br/>You're not entirely sure what he means when he says that, but regardless of the fact, he's not being leery or perverse...which in its own right is creepy, but you've already come this far and there's no turning back. Too much rides on this grade.<br/><br/>"I'm a fair man, though, and I realize it was mortifying for you to have been on show like that, so I'm willing to give back a little." He opens one drawer on his desk and from it withdraws a white garbage bag, folded and clean. "My suitcase is full to bursting, so I brought the trash bag along to keep the tests from getting wet when I brought them back (the weatherman said it would rain today, but I guess he was lying, go figure) - saving my sanity. In return, here's an opportunity for some extra credit; I'd like you to carry the tests for me, and how you do it determines if you get the credit or not. Understand?"<br/><br/>You're not entirely sure how to respond to this opportunity, but you definitely get his drift; you look at the tests and at the garbage bag, then at the ground. Roll up the tests, stick them in the bag, and then stick the whole thing inside you. Sure. Yeah.<br/><br/>Do you take the extra credit and INSERT THE TESTS INTO YOUR VAGINA, or do you take the pass and CARRY THEM BY HAND? Considering how much humiliation you've already endured, this might be easy points for you. Be sure to describe what you do!