Caitlin - the red head

"God, I wish I had a class today." Caitlin whispered to herself. She had never imagined she would think such thoughts much less say them, but today was a day to make her wish she had class. Even one class to give her a break. The only freshman to actually have a day without a class, she had been so thrilled when she had registered, but her careful planning was coming back to haunt her.

"What did you say?" Mistress Brooke asked, frowning. Caitlin shook her head and dropped her eyes. The two girls sat in a far corner of the cafeteria, eyeing perspective "clients" as Brooke called them.

"I told you already. Don't speak unless spoken to. Understand?"

Caitlin nodded.

"Don't worry. We'll find someone to fuck you soon enough."

Earlier that morning, Brooke had immediately grabbed her and told her that she was to be her personal entertainment all day long. Brooke had watched her bathe and instructed her to clean herself "deeply" as she put it. She had helped Caitlin choose a pair of loose shorts and tank top -- sans panties or bra.

On their way to the cafeteria, Mistress Brooke had given her the scenario. She wanted to watch Caitlin get fucked in three different places by three different guys that day. And, they would find their first client in the cafeteria. As Caitlin thought about what the day held, a classroom become more and more appealing.

"Ohh. That one. Go get that one." Brooke grinned, pointing to a stocky, muscled guy a few tables away. "And, don't screw it up. If you don't get him, there will be consequences."

With a nod, Caitlin got up and walked over to the guy. She smiled as he looked up at her. At least Brooke had found a looker. With short cropped hair, he had deep brown eyes and a smile that dimpled his cheeks. He wore a t-shirt that revealed thick, well muscled arms and a broad chest. It seemed that short guys tended to bulk up quite a bit.

"Uh. Hi."

"Hi. My name's Caitlin. Mind if I sit down?" She said as she sat down next to him before waiting for a response.

"Uh ... sure."

"This may sound kinda weird. But, well ... I'm kind a horny and was wondering if you would like to fuck me." She couldn't believe what she had just said. Had she just imagined it?

Apparently, he was just as shocked as he dropped his spoon and just stared at her.

"Seriously. You're pretty good looking and ... well, unless you're gay ... I'm sure you wouldn't mind a quick fuck." It seemed easier the second time. Almost fun watching him try to regain his composure.

"I ... uh ... no ... I'm not gay but ... uh ..."

Smiling her best smile, Caitlin leaned forward to show reveal her pale, freckled cleavage and his eyes immediately dropped as she expected. Caitlin knew she was attractive, and watching him respond was suddenly thrilling. Perhaps the day off wasn't such a bad idea.

"I .. uh ... have ... uh ... a girlfriend." Even as he mumbled the words, his voice was becoming raspy and he couldn't take his eyes of her cleavage. Caitlin knew she had him hooked. Now it was time for the line and sinker.

"Thats cool. I don't wanna replace her. I just wanna get laid. No name. No nothing. Nobody has to know."

With a grin, the guy shrugged. "What the hell. You are fuckin' gorgeous."

"Come on then." Caitlin got up and with barely a glance toward Brooke headed out of the cafeteria. The stocky guy followed, his breakfast long forgotten.

Caitlin could feel his eyes on her ass. Even though the shorts were loose, she knew they accented her figure well. She imagined that his cock must have been straining to escape his own shorts by now. She led him to a small alcove along the side of the cafeteria that Brooke had marked earlier.

When they got into its privacy, Caitlin turned to the guy with a wicked grin. Her hand immediately fell to the bulge in his shorts and he let out a deep sigh.

"You know I don't have any panties on." She whispered as she leaned in to nibble at his ear. He seemed to quiver in her hands at the thought. He dropped one hand down to push her shorts aside and find her moistening pussy and the other maneuvered to push up her shirt to free her breasts.