One aching jaw later...

Amy's neck muscles are exhausted, and her jaw is aching, by the time that she finally completes her hands-free blowjob and manages to make Maurice orgasm. For the third day in a row, she kneels there, degradingly ignored as people talk business over the top of her head, until she suddenly feels the tip of the condom begin to expand as her supervisors, heavy, hard-working balls unleash a massive load of thick, viscous semen into the tight, pale prophylactic.

If it wasn't for the fact that Amy's head has stopped bobbing, the other people in the room probably wouldn't even know that Mr. Briggs has just orgasmed. He keeps talking about whatever complex contract law and regulation they're discussing even as he nuts inside his blowjob delivery girl's mouth.

Amy's contract is now almost fulfilled for the day. She's completed the worst bit, but there's still one more painfully humiliating part of the ritual to undergo. She delicately peels the condom off of the slowly softening penis, trying not to let her awe at the size of her supervisor's virile load show. The latex is holding so much cum that it almost looks more like a water balloon than a used condom!

Amy tucks her customer's cock back into his pants, and then tucks the used condom into the waistband of hers. That's right - every single day, she has to undergo the humiliation of walking back to her dorm with the condom on full display, as part of her blowjob delivery girl uniform.

For the past two days, she's managed to make it back with only a couple of weird looks, and no rude comments or humiliating photographs being taken. She deeply hopes that she can now make that three in a row.

Amy is speeding through campus, halfway through her humiliating but so-far uneventful journey, when she gets a phone call from Penny.

"Is this Amy?" A male voice she doesn't recognise asks.

"Yes, who is calling?" Amy asks breathlessly.

"My name's Harry. Penny asked me to call you. Penny Williams."

"Yes, I can see you're calling from her number."

"She didn't have time to call you herself, but slipped her phone to me to try and call you and your friend Becky. I've already tried her and can't get through. She needs help - a woman's help. She's been taken to the women's toilets on floor 3 of the Elmstead Building. She said it's urgent. I'd help her myself, but I'm not allowed in the women's toilets."

"Fuck... Fuck!" Amy swears. She wants to get back to her dorm and change before doing anything else, but that'd take her at least five minutes, and probably closer to ten. And it sounds like Penny might be in real trouble. "Fine, I'm coming right away!"

Amy hangs up the call and swivels on the spot, heading in the wrong direction for her dorm, back towards the heart of campus, and the large modern office-style structures that include the Elmstead building.

About 20 more people than Amy had hoped to encounter pass her by, each with their own unique reaction towards her outrageous appearance, from disgust to delight. Amy tries to ignore them all, but turns redder and redder with each bystander she attracts the attention of.

As she enters the main entrance of the Elmstead Building, and heads for the stairwell, she passes two people she had desperately hoped she wouldn't see, but upon reflection, it was largely inevitable that she would end up encountering. Penny's cruel bully Maria is sauntering in the opposite direction, and looks surprised but delighted to have bumped into her.

Maria blocks her way, and gives her a wide-eyed appraisal, from head to foot.

"Oh my gosh, you're one of the whores from yesterday! But I didn't know that you we such a BIG whore! My word, look at you. I can hardly believe my eyes!"

Amy frowns, and moves her hands to her hips, doing her utmost to not betray her true feelings of self-disgust and deep, deep embarrassment. If this bully senses weakness, she will likely latch onto it and expoit it for all it's worth.

"Your opinion means nothing to me, Maria." Amy snaps coldly.

"No?" Maria asks cockily. "Well, then I presume you won't mind me taking a few photos, for posterity."

Maria flips her phone up in front of her, quickly loading up her camera. Amy's blood freezes. That's the last thing she wants. And yet... To refuse the photos would be an admission of shame and vulnerability. And it's not like Maria needs permission to take the photos anyway. If Amy tells her to stop, she'll take them anyway, AND know that she's successfully rattled her.

So...

This is wrong, so wrong! Amy thinks, as she stands there, essentially posing for the photos, an unimpressed frown frozen on her face, lest she reveal her true emotions.

The photos capture everything in ultra high definition. The pigtails. The shiny red tube top with slutty spilling cleavage. The matching red latex handjob gloves. The insanely tight brown shorts with extra-pronounced cameltoe. And the huge, bulbous used condom filled to the brim with semen.

"Now if only I knew your name, I could post these to your academy social account profile, a permanent record of how insanely slutty you look right now." Maria teases.

Amy doesn't move a muscle, but inwardly, she allows herself a feeling of relief. It indeed would be far worse if these currently-private photos became totally public.

"Such a shame. No matter. I guess if I find out your name one day, then that might change~" Maria taunts. But she also steps aside, finally allowing Amy to move past her.

Amy marches past, face still stony, and heads for the stairwell.

I won't let that woman get to me. Amy tells herself. I won't let her...

"See you later, Amy Barnes!" Maria calls after her, cheekily revealing that she does indeed know Amy's name, and has done this whole time.

Amy squeaks with shock, and then clasps her hands to her mouth in panic. Maria bursts into cruel laughter.

Amy sprints up the stairs, not looking back.

Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck that woman, fuck this academy, fuck everything! I'm so fucked!