....Okay, you'll do it.

"Good!" Penelope says quickly, clearly relieved that the situation is resolved and all's well again. Before anything else is said, and before you even really know what's happening, you're on your feet and being whisked away, undressed and redressed, and dropped off into the room in question by Penelope and some of the other Sorority girls.

.....'redressed' might have been an overstatement.

Your bottom half is completely unchanged, still in your school uniform pants, but you're almost completely topless -- the only thing you're wearing above the waist is two little tape circles made of a shiny, smooth black material over the nipples of your otherwise totally bare thick tits.

Penelope gives you a big thumbs up from the doorway, then heads into the hallway and closes the door behind herself, leaving you alone in the room. Basically topless, with your bare shoulders loose and your arms hanging by your sides. So do you just need to... wait, then?

You look down at your hand. Penelope left you this little squirt bottle of lube, with a twist-on lid that has a long and thin nozzle coming straight out of it. She told you it was for your tits, to get them all slippery. Are you supposed to put that on now, while you're waiting? You look around the room.

It's dark in here, but it pretty much looks like you're just in somebody somebody's dorm room... ah, geez, you really hope it belongs to a Sorority girl, and not whoever hired you... having to wait topless and lubed up to tittyfuck somebody in their own dorm room would be a bit embarrassing. Like you're some kind of **** floozy, trying to win them over....

The good news is, while looking around the room, you did also see your school shirt neatly folded in the corner. With a quick glance at the door, you quickly sneak over towards it. Your bra isn't with it, and in the dark room you probably won't have much luck finding it. Still, you at least take a bit of solace in being able to put your white button-up shirt back on over your loosed and jiggly boobs, doing up each button and tucking the ends into your pants. Ah, that's much better now....

Feeling the shirt material directly on your skin is a bit weird, and you're still feeling sorta embarrassed, but it's a bit better now that you're mostly dressed in your uniform again, at least from an outside perspective. Hopefully nobody will mind -- you kept on the nipple thingies, after all, so you aren't totally breaking protocol. Plus, wearing a shirt stops you from picking at them until they come off, which you probably would've done otherwise since waiting is boring.

....so.....

You look down at your chest. So, somebody's going to be doing things with it... your boobs look so innocent and soft in the dim light right now, you can hardly imagine it. Actually, you can't imagine it at all, there's a shirt in the way. That's a problem. Are you gonna have to take it off when the person gets here?

You hesitate, and bite your lip. You'd really rather stay in school uniform for this....

Moving your fingers tentatively, you reach up and undo two of the buttons near to the top, but leave the topmost one done up. Immediately, an opening is created at the front of your chest as your boobs push open a little diamond-shaped split in the shirt. Your deep valley of cleavage is totally visible, and a lot of soft breast skin is too. But this way, you should be able to do what you're supposed to and also keep the shirt on, still.

With that sorted, you kneel on the ground, resting your hands on your thighs, and wait for him to arrive. You're trying to keep it contained, but mixed in with the embarrassment and nervousness is also a definite tingling excitement for what's to come.

***

Your heart jumps when you hear the door opening, and you quickly snap to attention, still on your knees and with your hands in your lap. Looking up at the door, you can only see his backlit silhouette from the light in the hallway as he stands there. So this is who'll be fucking your tits with his dick, then...?

"H-hello." You say, meekly.

He closes the door and walks in a few steps. You can just barely make out the shape of his head looking you up and down.

"You sure are stacked."

"Thank you...."

He looks you over a bit longer, admiring the way your shirt has to angle back so extremely to get to your pants' waistband, thanks to how far your chest sticks out from your body. Reaching over to the squirt bottle of lube, you put the nozzle between your chest and squeeze, putting a good glob into the top of your cleavage and feeling your heart start to flutter a bit. This is really about to happen.... you squirt a bit more between your boobs, and then silently beckon him over, face burning with a warm blush.

"I'll... I'll use your dick to rub in the lube, if that's alright...." You say, reaching out for his dick.

Trying your best to act in-control, like Penelope or Talia would, you unbuckle his pants and slowly pull his semi-erect cock free. It wags from side to side a bit in front of your face, and you try not to stare too long. But all the same, you feel yourself starting to get a bit short of breath and more excited as you carefully place him between your boobs, through the diamond-shaped opening split in your shirt, and push him in deep. The shirt actually makes the space between your boobs a bit tighter than it otherwise might be, straining to keep your chest contained as the cock slides its way in there.

Keeping a hand on the root of his dick, and with a bit of torso-swaying, you start rubbing the lube into the inside of your boobs with his dick, getting a nice slippery lather over all the parts he'll be able to reach. After a while of that, you take up your boobs by their undersides, and start slowly moving up and down, wrapped around his cock and rubbing him as best you can without really knowing what you're doing.....

You shudder pleasurably, and stop. You're pretty sure that it's all been applied well enough now, and he feels so hard in there....

You sit still for a moment, kneeling in front of him like that, hands falling back to their position of rest in your lap, with your chest sticking out towards him -- the gap in your shirt providing complete access to your tits' tight cleavage, snugly compressed by the gentle inward pulling of the shirt, joining your body to his with the pressure wrapping your softest parts around lubed-up dick.

"I-it's ready. You can thrust your dick between here all you want, now..." You say bashfully, averting your gaze to stare at the carpet, and officially handing control over to your client.