42: Run!

Mark froze as Vanessa's voice echoed across the diner, instantly recognizing it amidst the ambient chatter.

His eyes darted towards the tall waitress in the yellow uniform, his former girlfriend and someone he had deeply wronged.

Vanessa, once a top athlete and a confident bully alongside Mark during their high school years, had seen her life spiral after that fateful night before a crucial spring race.

Feeling neglected and tired of waiting, Mark had **** her drink, intending to take advantage of her. However, Vanessa managed to escape, though the memories of that night remained fuzzy, it haunted her every night, especially the image of Mark's face as he tried to take advantage of her.

The repercussions were swift and merciless for her. The **** found in her system on the day of the race led to her disqualification and the abrupt end of her athletic career.

Her scholarships from prestigious universities were revoked, and the peers and juniors she had once tormented now turned their mockery towards her downfall.

Estranged from her family of athletes, Vanessa found herself alone and adrift, her dreams shattered.

Despite the setbacks, she clung to a glimmer of hope when she received an unexpected admission letter from Lakewood University for health science.

Although her aspirations of becoming an athlete were dashed, she saw an opportunity to forge a new path, possibly towards becoming a teacher.

However, her optimism was short-lived when she discovered that Mark had enrolled at the same university for theatre. Fearful of facing him once again, Vanessa swiftly packed her bags and left for another town without a second thought.

Settling into a small one-room apartment in the new town, she took up a job as a waitress at the local diner.

Back in the present moment at the diner, as Mark's eyes locked onto Vanessa, a whirlwind of emotions swept through him—guilt, shame, and a twinge of fear.

He watched her move quietly between tables with a **** smile on her face, her confident demeanour from their high school days now tinged with a hint of weariness.

Derrick soon noticed Mark's sudden tension, following his gaze towards the tall waitress, "Hey, is that Vanessa?"

Mark swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," he admitted reluctantly, his eyes avoiding Derrick's probing gaze.

"Wow, small world," Derrick remarked, trying to diffuse the tension. "You want to go say hi?"

Mark's eyes widened in panic. "No, no, no!!"

Mark quickly covered his face behind the menu card as Vanessa approached their table. His heart raced; he couldn't face her—not now, not like this.

Vanessa finally arrived at their table, and Derrick greeted her casually with a charming smile. "Hey there, Vanessa. Long time no see. Do you remember me?"

Vanessa's smile faltered for a moment as she looked at Derrick. "Derrick, right? From high school? Of course,... I'm so sorry about everything back then. How have you been?"

Mark, still hiding behind the menu card, felt the weight of guilt and shame pressing down on him. Vanessa was so close now, and he couldn't bear to face her. He adjusted his maid uniform nervously, hoping she wouldn't recognize him immediately.

Vanessa glanced briefly at the girl sitting opposite Derrick, noticing the maid's outfit and the way she was fidgeting. She couldn't quite place why this girl seemed familiar, but there was something about her that struck a chord.

Derrick, trying to maintain the conversation, said smoothly, "It's all good now. My girlfriend here is just a bit shy. We'd love to have the couple's special course by the way."

Vanessa raised an eyebrow, taking in Mark's attire and mannerisms. "She's... quite pretty...," Vanessa remarked unable to still see his face, 'her outfit seems anything but shy... Her top barely even covers her bra.'

Vanessa nodded, though her eyes lingered on Mark for a moment longer than necessary. "Sure thing. I'll get that right out for you." With that, she turned and walked back towards the kitchen.

Mark breathed a sigh of relief as Vanessa walked away. "We need to leave, Derrick," he urged, his voice tense with anxiety. "Right now. Please."

Derrick frowned slightly but nodded, sensing Mark's distress. "Okay, let's go." He stood up, ready to leave.

Just as they were about to reach the door, Vanessa emerged from the kitchen with a tray in hand.

Mark's eyes widened in horror as he realized she was heading straight in their direction.

In a panic, Mark dashed towards the restroom at the back of the diner, clutching the menu like a shield for his face. His mind raced as he tried to think of a way to avoid Vanessa.

"Is everything all right?" Vanessa couldn't help but ask, her voice tinged with worry, seeing the girl running towards the restroom.

Derrick hesitated for a moment, then decided to make an excuse. "Oh, it's just that time of the month for my girlfriend," he explained, trying to sound nonchalant.

Vanessa nodded understandingly. "Ah, I see... Don't worry, I might be able to help." Setting the tray down at the table she went to grab a tampon from her backpack.

Before Derrick could respond and convince her otherwise, Vanessa headed towards the restroom.

Hearing the sound of heels outside, Mark entered one of the stalls and hid inside.

"Hey, everything okay in there miss?" Vanessa asked softly gently pushing open each stall door as she was unable to find the slutty maid.

Mark's heart pounded in his chest as he heard Vanessa's voice outside the restroom. He bit his lip nervously, unsure of what to do.

On finding the closed stall, Vanessa lightly knocked on the door. "Derrick told me everything. Don't worry."

'What??!!'

"Here, you can use this." Vanessa offered the tampon placing her hand underneath the door.

'What? What is that? What did that idiot tell her!?'

Confused, Mark took the item from her hand, only then realising it was a tampon.

"Do you want me to get you anything else?"

Mark's eyes widened in shock. "N-no, it's okay," he stammered in a girly voice, desperately hoping she would leave.

"Are you sure? I'm right outside if you need anything," she offered again, her voice filled with concern.

Even after waiting for some time, Mark could still spot, Vanessa's heels from under the door.

Each second he waited felt like an hour. The cum still trickling down from his ass only made it even harder to think.

A sudden shameful thought crossed his mind as he held the tampon. Lowering his panties, he carefully inserted it up his ass, trying to plug the cum inside. Surprisingly, somehow it felt less odd for it to be in there than without.

'It's more comfortable now...' Mark blushed in shame.

Pulling his panties back up, he glanced around frantically for a way out. Spotting a ventilation grill on the back wall of the stall, he seized the opportunity.

With trembling hands, he removed the grill and squeezed through the narrow opening, barely fitting through.

Just as he thought everything was going smoothly, the grill fell from where he had placed it aside, falling on the floor with a loud sound.

Outside, Vanessa heard the clatter of the grill hitting the floor. Concerned now, she forcefully pushed open the stall door, breaking the lock, only to find Mark's bottom sticking out, legs flailing in panic.

Vanessa paused for a moment unable to figure out why she was looking at the slutty maid's butt stuck in the ventilation.

"Hey, hold on," Vanessa said quickly, climbing onto the toilet seat to reach Mark.

"You could hurt yourself if you try to jump out like that. Let me pull you back." Vanessa grabbed Mark by his waist, holding on to his panties and garter belt.

*KYAAA*

Mark struggled, his heart pounding in his chest. "Le-let go, let go..."

"It's okay, it's me miss."

"Please, Vanessa, just... let go," he pleaded in a girlish voice, hoping that she would listen.

Vanessa hesitated for a moment after finally recognising the familiar voice, despite the higher pitch, "Mark?"

Before she could react, Mark managed to slip away. The short moment of hesitation made her grab his panties tightly, slipping them out of his legs as he crossed over.

Vanessa fell back on the floor with his panties in her hand, watching the white string of her tampon flail over her ex-boyfriend's bare butt, before falling out of the ventilation to the other side.

Though they had been together for 3 years, she had never seen him naked before.

'Was that really Mark?... But she had breasts... She had a penis as well...Although it was small that was definitely...'

Clenching the wet panties in her hand, she couldn't help but cuss, "What the fuck is going on?"

Vanessa stood in the restroom, her mind racing with thoughts and memories from the past. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, before heading back out to confront Derrick.

On the other side, Mark was lucky to fall into a trash dump, breaking his fall. He struggled to his feet, feeling the slimy residue of garbage clinging to his maid uniform.

His heart raced with adrenaline as he checked his surroundings, making sure no one was around.

Realizing he had no time to waste, Mark started running as fast as he could in his heels. The wind whipped around him, lifting his skirt up every now and then as he ran.

He could see some people taking their phones out, taking photos and videos as he ran.

It was only then that he noticed something crucial was missing—his panties had somehow slipped off during his frantic escape.

Clutching down his skirt, he continued to run hoping he could somehow become invisible.

Arriving breathless at the bus station, Mark pulled out his phone and dialled a number.

She was the last person he wanted to call now but it was his only hope. Each ring felt like an eternity until finally, someone answered.

"Hello? Alice speaking. Who is this?" Alice's voice came through the line, cool and distant.

Mark trembled with relief only to feel a bit of annoyance as he realised, 'has she not saved my number?'

"..Alice, hey, I'm in a bit of a situation here. Can you come pick me up?"

"I am sorry, who are you?"

"...Mark, your brother" Mark whispered almost inaudibly hoping no one around would hear him.

"Hmm... Who? I think you might have the wrong number. Bye~"

"-WAIT! It's me, Mia, your sister. Can you come pick me up?"

There was a long pause on the other end. Mark held his breath, anxious.

"Please," he added, desperation seeping into his voice.

"Fine," Alice finally relented, her tone firm. "Just know that I won't help you cover whatever trouble you got yourself into."

Mark swallowed hard, "Y-yes,..."

"..."

"Also, can you bring a change of clothes? Please?" Mark added hastily before Alice could hang up.