Lunch

You too grabbed your lunch, then went to go sit at your usual table. Your friend Alex was set there, with a pretty light-skin girl knelt beside him. She was completely naked, except for a pair of high heels.

"Who's this then?" you asked, taking a seat at the table.

"This is Natasha" he replied, tucking into a slice of pizza. "She asked me out on a date earlier this morning, and I've been evaluating whether or not she'd make a good girlfriend. What do you think?" he asked.

You put your fork down and pretended to think hard for a moment. "Do you know what the most important thing for a girlfriend to have is?" you began, pausing dramatically for effect. "Obedience" you said, answering your own question. "The question is, how we can we test her obedience?" you pondered.

"I know" said Alex, with a wry smile on his face. Without warning he grabbed what was left of your lunch and tipped it onto the floor, a mess of pasta and sauce landing at Natasha's feet. "If you wanna be my girlfriend Natasha" he said, "you're gonna have to work for it. It would be a shame to waste food, you better eat that up off the floor."

You laughed - was she really going to do it? You knew girls were dumb, but would she really surrender all dignity just because a man dangled the possibility of love in front of her? It appeared she would: Natasha looked up at Alex to see if he was really serious, then swallowed her pride and began eating. Some guy you vaguely recognised from your calculus class stopped on his walk past to admire her ass as she bent down to eat your leftovers off the cafeteria floor.

With nothing left to eat, you headed off to your next class, Natasha still obediently licking the floor clean as you left. Your next class, algebra, passed without incident, and you began the walk back home from campus. Something, or rather someone, however caught your eye.