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Heather pulled her sleek black car into a nearby gas station, the engine rumbling as she came to a halt at the pump. Heather turned to Brandi. "Fill up my tank, dumbass. Make it quick, we don't have all day." Brandi, her body still sore, obediently got out of the car and trudged to the gas pump. She inserted the nozzle into the tank, the familiar sound of fuel gurgling into the tank filling the air. Her mind raced, wondering what Heather and the others had in store for her next.

Ava and Mia exchanged knowing glances. They enjoyed watching Brandi serve Heather, their Cheer Captain, even if it was something as mundane as filling up a gas tank.

As Brandi worked, Heather leaned over to Ava and Mia, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I've been thinking, girls. We need to step up our game. I have an idea." Ava and Mia, their sadistic desires reawakened, nodded in agreement. They knew that Heather's twisted fantasies were never far from her mind, and they were more than happy to indulge her. Brandi, her mind still focused on the task at hand, finally finished filling up the tank. She returned to the car, her movements slow and weary.

"Brandi, I want you to go into the men's room and write your number on the wall. Then, take a selfie with it and send it to me." Heather's commanding tone left no room for argument. Brandi's face flushed with embarrassment and humiliation, but she knew better than to disobey. She took the sharpie that Heather tossed her way and reluctantly made her way to the men's room. The door opened with a creak, and she found herself in a dimly lit space, the smell of urine and disinfectant heavy in the air.

She looked around to make sure the men's room was empty. Seeing that it was, she snuck into one of the stalls and searched for a suitable spot on the wall, eventually settling on a blank space behind the toilet. Her hand trembled slightly as she wrote her phone number in large, bold letters. It was a clear, inviting message, meant to be seen by any man who entered. Brandi then positioned herself in front of the wall, making sure the number was clearly visible in the frame. She took a deep breath, steadied her hand, and snapped a selfie.

Brandi's heart raced as she heard the door to the men's room open once more. She froze, her body tense and her breath held, as she listened to the sound of footsteps approaching. She could feel her pulse pounding in her ears, her mind racing with thoughts of what could possibly happen next. The footsteps stopped, and Brandi heard the unmistakable sound of someone unzipping their pants. She held her breath, bracing herself for what was to come. The sound of a toilet seat being lifted and then the loud, guttural grunt as the man began to defecate filled the room. The smell that wafted through the air was overpowering, and Brandi's stomach churned in disgust.

She clenched her jaw, trying to hold back the urge to vomit. The noises continued, the man's heavy, noisy shit echoing through the small space. Brandi's eyes watered, and she fought to keep her breathing shallow as she tried to avoid inhaling the foul stench. Finally, the sounds stopped, and the man could be heard rustling around, presumably wiping himself. The loud flush of the toilet startled Brandi, and she heard the man's footsteps approaching the door. She could hear the distinct sound of him not washing his hands, and she felt a surge of anger and disgust.

Brandi waited until she was certain the man had left the bathroom before slowly and quietly making her way back to the car. She felt a sense of relief wash over her as she closed the door behind her, the fresh air outside a welcome reprieve from the stench she had just endured. As she climbed back into the car, she couldn't help but wonder about the man she had just shared such a disturbingly intimate moment with. She shuddered at the thought, grateful to be back in the safety of her group, away from the men's room and its unpleasant memories.

Heather eagerly grabbed Brandi's phone, her anxious to see the photo that Brandi had taken in the men's room. She quickly found the picture and sent it to herself, Mia, and Ava, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Wow, Brandi, you look amazing in this," she exclaimed, showing the photo to Mia and Ava, who both nodded in agreement. "I wonder what kind of responses you'll get from this advertisement. I can't wait to hear about all the phone calls and texts you'll be getting."

Brandi blushed, feeling a mix of shame and anxiety at the thought of her newfound exposure. The idea of strangers contacting her was still a little overwhelming. The group continued their drive funally dropping Brandi off at her house. She quickly slipped inside, making sure her mother wasn't around. She didn't want to deal with any questions or judgment about her outfit, so she snuck up the stairs and straight into the shower. Under the hot water, Brandi let out a deep sigh of relief. As she washed away the remnants of the day, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her now that her number was out in the world.