An unexpected jackpot

This time, you got up for real and headed down the stairs, taking care not to make any noise. You were hidden away from the dorms but a few teachers had rooms on your corridor and they were as kikely to have been awakened by the emptying bins as you.

The games room wasn't full of beer bottles and Daisy's naked body wasn't writhing in orgasmic ecstasy on the pool table but through into the diner area the door was open to the little teacher's room. It was silent down here- even the morning staff hadn't arrived and you tentatively popped you head around the door.

Jackpot.

Here, there were dozens of empty beer bottles and two padlocked refrigerators- one with the keys carelessly left in the lock. The teachers had got on it after curfew but got too wasted to pack away the evidence! You knew you had to work quickly- an idea formed in the blink of a sleepy eye and you slipped away, leaving he scene untouched and crept back to your room. Sam was snoring loudly and you emptied your holdall onto your bed so it made no noise before returning outside the room once more.

Your heart was thundering in your chest but you knew that if you pulled this off, immortality awaited.

A thought occurred to you and you ran back inside your room and scooped every pair of socks and boxers you had into the bag, then you even dropped Sam's discarded old socks in too. "This is grim..." you whispered to yourself.

Still not a peep outside- you deftly descended the stairs and made for the teachers' room once more. The refrigerator opened with a twist of the key and you tried to take even amounts of the three different high strength Belgian lagers available. Carefully depositing pairs of beers into single socks so they wouldn't clank together as you made your escape.

The beers you had to stow in boxers were less secure so you fastened these into side pockets of the holdall. Finally, you carried 4 beers between the fingers of your free hand and hoisted the holdall to your right shoulder. Fuck it was heavy! But you'd had to get a reasonable haul to share amongst the occupants of Room 1 later on.

You wanted to snag a bottle opener too but deemed that too obvious and these places kept inventories of that sort of thing. You'd have to figure that out later.

The retreat to the room was only difficult because the holdall was full of liquid and glass so your shoulder really ached as you let the haul slump onto the foot of the bed.

You decided to snatch another hour or so of sleep. Hopefully you could get back to that dream again.

What the fuck was a 'pool whore?'