No, let them come. I don't care who sees me fuck myself.

(Originally published by Caramel Cream at writing.com. Republished with the original author's permission.)

You lean back against the door, which closes again and cuts off the last escape you have from being openly exposed and humiliated, and as that thought races through your mind you hit your climax as your body convulses wildly with powerful orgasm after powerful orgasm, and you release a long stream of juices that squirts out across the hall just as you hear the bell ring and the students file out of the classrooms.

If you act now you just might be able to run.