Four porcelain introductions

"Umm… that way round won't work for us, dude…"

Jesse looked confusedly at his neighbour-in-chains for a second… before he blushingly understood. There was a shy giggle from the third place along:

"I'm willing to give it a go! …I've always been a bit jealous that boys can."

It was instead decided that they would all rotate around and settle down on the four porcelain thrones provided. No walls or partitions divided these from each other, and for some reason a floor to ceiling length mirror on the far wall meant there was nowhere safe you could look. Jesse was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to go if he wasn't so **** at this point. But, somehow the gentle sounds of four streams starting did bring a sense of relief and camaraderie.

"That lady is scary." Started up his nearest companion again. She seemed to have no qualms about chatting away in this moment. "I can't believe you got away with that… I bet she tasted like champagne and grown men's tears."

Jesse blushed, the flavour of Madame Stanfield indeed still on his lips… and not something he was going to try and describe.

"I'm Franceska, by the way… and this is Lizzy."

She offered her hand out towards him, which Jesse confusedly took… he had never shook someone's hand while peeing before. The black-bobbed and olive-skinned 'Lizzy' gave a little wave from further along.

"I'm Jesse…" He offered, then before he could stop himself said: "You're both… girls? I mean, you don't have…?"

Franceska just laughed. "Nope! Might've done once, who knows? Got a big-ol' blank where half my memories should be… but I've come out this end with a pussy and tits." She bounced her chest a little as if to prove this point, distracting Jesse away from the whole 'missing memories' thread she had so casually handed out.

But the face at the far end was also looking distinctly like she wanted to join in on these introductions, yet couldn't work out how to go about it. Seeing as he had already shared a meal with her, Jesse felt like he should at least ask her name.

"Suzy." Was the reply, through slightly-pouting lips, and the young man noted she had to keep one hand aiming something, below the rim… just like him. "Shouldn't we hurry up and make sure we get back to class?" He squeaked, clearly nervous about rocking any more boats after the lingerie incident.

Franceska again gave off an air of genial detachment. "Nah… We're definitely already gonna be punished after this one earned himself 10 minutes of licking out the headmistress… May as well get to know each other, while we've got the chance."

Suzy did not look entirely convinced… and a surge of guilt came over Jesse. They'd all only had to leave the lesson in the first place because of him… but then, the logic was quite sound… and none of them really wanted to rush back into that hot, stuffy lecture.

Fran could clearly see the internal beating that the boy was giving himself over their predicament, so threw a friendly spanner in the gears of the revving guilt-machine. "Oh, cheer up dude… Just look at this place! I don't think this is gonna be the last time we get punished for something that isn't entirely our fault. Better to get the ball rolling early really… Take the smacked ass while they're still holding back a bit, y'know?"