Finish up the show, and start heading home

I shot him a wink, blew him a kiss, and started gargling his semen for all I was worth. After I'd given them a suitable show, I closed my eyes and swallowed.

The two of them just stared at me for several seconds, absolutely speechless. Adam was the first to finally speak.

"Wow," he said, clearly in awe. "That was amazing. Thank you."

I stood, straightening my trashy get-up. "No problem, sweetie!" I beamed. "Next time I'll let you fuck me, but for now I've got to get home."

The janitor nodded, grinning. "You're a real firecracker, sweetheart. Don't ever lose that attitude of yours."

I wiggled my tits at him. "I don't plan to! See ya later, sexy!" And with my ponytail bouncing behind me, I bounded down the hall and out the nearest door.

Night had fallen across the university campus that emptied onto the north side of the high school. I knew from experience that the academic buildings along Fleet Street would be dark by now, but as I got further north I would be bordering on the student ghetto, where all the fraternities and sororities were. There were parties nearly every night of the week, and there were bound to be people out. All I could hope was that I would be able to blend in as I crossed the north crescent of the campus.

It was tough going. It was a very warm night for October and the student body was pretty much out in full ****. As I crossed from Fleet Street to St. Solomon's Square I did everything I could to stay in the shadows. I crept under the archways and cloisters that bordered the quad, painfully aware that I was still attracting lewd glances from the guys—and girls, I noticed with a naughty smile—who were heading out for a night on the town.

I knew a shortcut through a rarely-traversed alleyway, but I knew it would take me painfully close to Fraternity Row. Still, it was my best bet for getting home as quickly as possible. I ducked behind one of the smaller fountains—stopping to listen for a few seconds as it gurgled softly in the moonlight—then slipped into the alley. All seemed clear, so I scampered down the cobblestone and followed the narrow cloister as it wound eastward.

Then, all of the sudden, I stopped. Five or six figures had just appeared ahead of me in the alley, and they were heading my way. I quickly darted into an alcove and crouched behind a garbage can.