Spends his break at the mess hall

Your stomach decides that you deserve a nice meal in return for all of the trouble you’ve gone through today.

So, you walk out of the fitness building and waddle your bubbly ass to the mess hall, hoping that if you make it there early, you’ll be able to find a place to sit and eat in peace. Of course, the regular cat calling and suggestive looks from women passing you by happen as you traverse the halls, but at this point you’re somewhat used to it. All you do is keep your hands over your semi-erect cock and try your best to not make eye contact with anyone outside or in the hall.

After a mildly embarrassing walk, you make it to the mess hall, so far the only place you actually want to go to, outside of your bed, on this crazy campus.

You look around and are delighted to see several empty tables with drastically less people sitting at them. You lucked out and managed to go at a less busy time. Granted, the women in the mess hall all still turn to watch you enter, their eyes all over your nude body. But at least this amount of eyes on you is manageable for your poor heart.

You walk up to get yourself some food, deciding to take the shortest line there is. Careful to not bump into anyone, you eventually manage to make it all the way up to one of the servers, wearing what looks to be a black and green chefs outfit.

“What do you want, sir?” The lady asks you. She has bright orange hair and a large boil on her right cheek, so much so that you’re temporarily distracted by it.

“Hey, you listening to me? Is the tube between your legs sucking blood from your brain or what?” She asks sarcastically in a thick New Yorker accent.

You blush in response, saying “I-I’ll have whatever’s popular.”

“How’s the A-5 wagyu steak sounding’?” She asks.

“Holy shit, Steak?!” You thought to yourself. You knew this college was for rich people, but steak for lunch is unbelievable for you. Back in high school, you’d be lucky to get half decent pizza most days.

“I’ll take that please, Ma’am!” You eagerly reply, mouth watering as you imagine the taste and texture of this rich people steak.

“Great, let me see your meal plan,” The woman says, much to your confusion.

“Meal plan?” You ask.

“Yeah, your meal plan card? Should’ve gotten one when they took your clothes off ya back,” She says. You blush as the memory of stripping out of your clothes in Ophelia’s office feels almost like a distant memory now.

“I-I’m sorry, but I didn’t get one…” You reply.

“It’s okay, we take cash too,” The server replies half jokingly, leaning forward past the small glass barrier to see your naked legs and pelvis. You instinctively cover your crotch and move your legs together as the server eyes you up.

“Let me guess, you left your wallet in your pants, huh?” She says, trying her best to hold in her laughter.

“Sorry, pal. If you can’t afford the steak, you’re gonna have to go through the free line,” She says, pointing over to the long line over to your right.

You look down at the ground in disappointment. You’d at least think Ophelia would have hooked you up with your meal plan card before stripping you naked? Nevertheless, you begin to turn around, ready to brave through the long free food line, but before you can move any further, you feel a hand grab your bare shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going, big guy?” Taylor asks. You and her lock eyes with each other, feeling the world slow down around you as you get lost in her eyes.

Then, she walks past you and up to the server you were just talking to. You turn around and see Taylor whip out a card from her shirt pocket.

“Put his order on my meal plan, please,” She says before handing the server her meal card.

“Ahh, I see. The best way to a man’s heart is a good meal, ehh!” The server says, mockingly jabbing her elbow at Taylor in the air, much to yours and Taylor’s confusion.

After a couple of minutes waiting, your A-5 Wagyu steak arrives on a plate with mashed potatoes and a side of peas and gravy.

“Let’s take a seat together! I wanna know all about your second day!” Taylor says as she passes you by, gliding her hand across your hips, sending shivers down your spine.

You take your plate of food and begin walking behind Taylor to a semi-secluded round table. Of course, holding the plate forces you to expose yourself to everyone in the mess hall. Your semi-flaccid cock bounces around for everyone to see and gawk at, but thankfully this humiliation walk doesn’t last long as you sit next to Taylor.