They include me in their game.

"Did you like what you were hearing, huh?" Leo asked with a crooked smile while his gaze, heavy with a dense fixity, slowly traveled over every inch of my naked body, hunched in the corner of the stall.

I opened my mouth to deny it, to invent any ridiculous excuse that would save the milligram of dignity I had left, but no sound came from my dry throat. I was trembling so violently that my knees knocked together with a soft tapping sound. My mind had gone blank, completely paralyzed by the overwhelming shame of being caught in such an intimate and lustful act by two strangers.

The girl, a blonde with perfectly lined feline eyes whom I vaguely recognized from sociology class, leaned forward slightly. Her eyes sparkled as she observed the crimson blush covering my chest and shoulders.

"I think the answer is a resounding yes, Leo," she said with a malicious chuckle devoid of any mercy. "Look at her, she's about to faint from the shock, but she didn't try to cover her ears even once."

"Get out of there," the guy ordered, turning around to step aside and pointing with an imperious gesture toward the open space of the locker room. "There's too little room in here for the three of us."

Not daring to disobey, and feeling like my legs had turned to jelly, I stood up with extreme difficulty. I dragged my feet out of the shower, experiencing the violent impact of the cold campus air against my damp skin, which was now fully displayed and exposed before the couple judging and evaluating me in equal measure. My pink thong was still awkwardly tangled around my left ankle, forcing me to walk with a humiliating clumsiness that only served to accentuate my helplessness.

Once in the central bench area, Leo crossed his arms, broadening his dominant stance.

"So... since you were so attentive and enjoying the show, do you want to participate?" he asked in a casual, almost amused tone, as if he were offering me a piece of gum in the middle of the hallway.

"N-no... I..." I stammered, dropping my head suddenly, unable to hold their gaze through the fogged lenses of my glasses.

Leo let out a dry laugh and pointed blatantly with his index finger toward my crotch.

"No? Your mouth says no, gorgeous, but that down there completely contradicts you. You're soaking wet. Anyone can tell from a mile away that you were dying to join us."

I closed my eyes, mortified to the core. He was completely right. The glistening fluid sliding down my intimacy was irrefutable proof—a biological betrayal by my own body glowing obscenely under the harsh fluorescent light overhead.

"We're a very generous couple, you know?" the blonde chimed in.

With astonishing composure that left me breathless, she let the blouse she had hurriedly put on slip off. Within seconds, and without taking their eyes off me, both of them stripped completely naked again, leaving their clothes piled in a messy heap on the wooden bench.

Seeing them naked again in front of me, with Leo's shaft already erect and the girl's skin still flushed from her previous effort, sent an electric shock straight to my belly. A part of me—that dark, perverse part secretly fed by my forbidden reads—was screaming at me to surrender, to let myself be used and enjoyed for once in my life. But terror kept me rooted to the spot.

My panic-stricken gaze darted out of the corner of my eye toward the main door. Clara. She could push that metal door open at any second carrying the blessed sweatshirt. If she walked in and found me in the middle of a threesome with two total strangers, the humiliation would be complete and absolute. The fear of my "friend's" relentless judgment was an insurmountable wall.

"I-I can't... my friend is going to come back any minute..." I whispered, taking a timid step backward until my bare buttocks hit the cold, metal lockers.

Leo and the blonde exchanged a quick look of complicity and amusement. He shrugged indifferently and pulled the girl against his chest, catching her lips in a deep, wet kiss while his large hands kneaded her breasts forcefully.

"Suit yourself," Leo said, barely separating a millimeter from his girlfriend's lips to lock his dark eyes onto mine. "But we're not going to stop just because you're fucking shy."

He sat down firmly on the wooden bench, and the girl immediately straddled his lap, facing away from me but offering me a front-row, privileged view of the imminent penetration.

"If you're not going to join the action," Leo grunted, letting out a husky groan as he slid slowly into his partner's wetness, "then you're going to finish what you were doing in there."

I stood completely petrified, the air trapped in my lungs.

"W-what?"

"Touch yourself," he ordered in a deep, husky, and unquestionable voice that made my pubis vibrate. "I want to see you finish, babe. Keep masturbating. Right now."