Jan. Week 2: Monday: SRO-Leah gets a Facial (Suspicion: +15 )

With practiced ease, Leah worked his cock, trying to keep herself focused on anything but the vile reality she inhabited. And then, without warning, Roberts surprised her by pulling his cock from her mouth abruptly—his movements sharp and purposeful.

He yanked her off abruptly, and before she could catch her breath, a spray of hot, viscous cum splattered across her face. A giant globul nearly landing in her left eye. She instinctively closed it just in time. She closed both eyes and felt his warm seed shoot out across her cheek, forehead, her tongue, and God--every where. She had opened her mouth in vain, as if he would have aimed properly or shoved it back in her mouth. Leah didn't know why she had even bothered. It was everywhere, her lips, and the tip of her nose, her hair...oh her hair....

"Got a little carried away there," he said, grinning down at her like he’d just won a blue ribbon at the school science fair. "Oops."

Leah just sat there, letting the sticky mess dribble down her face, refusing to give him the satisfaction of outrage. She reached for the box of tissues on his desk, groping for them like she was blind, to hopefully clean her face up.

“Shit I was backed up I guess.” he smirked as he saw her haphazardly clean the cum off her face trying to clear the one eye of it first.

“I would have put my hair up or taken my damn shirt off if you were going to fucking do that.” Leah said disgustedly. “Jesus, you got it in my hair and on my shirt.” Leah cursed as she used a plethora of tissues to clean up. She would have to go into the bathroom to look even halfway decent after this.

“Well don’t get caught looking like that. Mr. Howard might get in trouble.” he chuckled as he pulled his pants up.

“Fuck you.” she said weakly.

“That will be next time.” Roberts grinned as he moved around his desk and sat down watching with demented pleasure Leah wipe up some of his ivory jizz from her shirt’s shoulder in vain.

Leah grabbed a handful of tissues and turned to exit the room of nightmares.

“Better go clean up better while its still quiet in the halls.” he said flatly.

Leah wanted to slam the door as she left, but she knew that would draw attention. She didn’t say anything as she poked her head out of the SRO’s office. She knew a few students would be in the halls, always one or two on some errand, trying to skip class by visiting the nurse as a malingerer, or just to get to the bathroom themselves. She made her way as quickly and quietly as she could to a single-stall bathroom to clean up and continue her day.