Noticed

Taylor washed her hands quickly, red-faced and unable to meet anyone's eye, then left the bathroom quickly.

She made it only a few steps before she felt something grab her arm and jerk her roughly into a side corridor, then shoved her against the wall. She found herself face to face with a girl she knew only by reputation: Madison.

Madison was rich, popular, and hot. She had natural blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, always-on-point makeup, and big tits that were probably bought but looked pretty damn natural. And she had Taylor pinned to the wall and was glaring at her from less than a foot away, her hand pressed firmly against Taylor's chest.

"I know what you were doing in there, slut."

Taylor's breath caught in her throat. She felt her ass clench around her plug and, shamefully, her pussy twitched. "W-what?"

"Either you pissed or squirted all over the floor. Which was it?"

Taylor kept her mouth shut, but Madison's unerring gaze intimidated her into answering.

"Squirting," she whispered.

"That's what I thought. Disgusting slut. Do you like getting off in public?"

Taylor's face was beet red. She nodded, just slightly.

Madison laughed, a mean one punctuated by her shoving Taylor against the wall a little harder. "What a whore. I bet this is making your panties wet, isn't it?"

Taylor looked away, humiliated.

"Show me."

Taylor's eyes shot back to Madison's face. "What?"

"Show me how wet your panties are, or I'll tell the admin you made a mess all over the restroom floor."

Looking into her eyes, Taylor knew Madison was serious. She also knew the administration would absolutely take Madison's word over Taylor's...and that she was a bad liar anyway.

"I...I can't," Taylor squeaked.

"Why not?"

"I'm...not wearing any."

Madison laughed again, and Taylor squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sound. Trying not to think about how every time it happened, her cunt felt hot. "Wow. You really are a slut. Show me anyway."

"Here?" Taylor looked around the little side corridor. There were only a couple of doors, both apparently storage rooms. The main hallway had mostly cleared out, but the occasional person still walked past.

"Here," Madison growled, with a predatory glare. "You're into this public shit. Don't act like you're not."

Hands shaking, Taylor slowly took hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted it.

"More," Madison ordered. "I can't see shit." She was making no effort to lean over or step back. She intended to make this as difficult and humiliating as possible.

Taylor lifted her skirt higher. Her eyes were closed, her face was hot, her heart was pounding. But she obeyed.

"Damn, slut. You're dripping all down your thighs. It'd be impressive if it wasn't so gross."

Madison didn't tell Taylor to put her skirt back down. So she didn't.

"God, you like showing off to me, don't you you little pervert?" Madison said with a sneer after a couple of beats. Taylor froze, wide-eyed, but still couldn't bring herself to lower her skirt.

"Ugh, cover up. Fuck, you're disgusting."

Taylor dropped her skirt and stood there otherwise paralyzed.

"So is this just what you do? Come to school commando and masturbate in the bathrooms between classes?"

"Not...usually." Well, it's not like she'd never done so before, but it wasn't a habit.

"Then why today?"

Taylor's heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She couldn't. She couldn't tell her. She gulped and steeled herself. "I just...felt like it. I felt horny. That's all."

Madison looked her up and down for a moment, and Taylor knew she saw through the lie. "No, that's not it." She closed the distance between them, looking down menacingly at Taylor. Taylor bumped her head against the wall as she tried to back away. "Why. Today."

"I...I..." Taylor stammered. Madison just waited, staring. "I...I'm wearing a butt plug."