A bunch of random schoolgirls, ready for the gloryhole.

The sound of footsteps and schoolgirl chatter grows as some group approaches from beyond the door and Chelsea gets up in response. After tucking away her flaccid cock and stepping towards the door she turns to you and commands that you "stay", even pointing at the ground as though she were giving a command to a dog. This comparison is not lost on you. With a careful hand she opens the door just a sliver, peering outside cautiously. She turns back to you then all of a sudden takes an aggressive step in your direction eliciting an instinctive flinch as you brace to be hit. After her foot stomps down she watches as your flinch turns into cowering and from this a gradual smirk appears on Chelsea's face.

With that she leaves you alone in the room and steps outside to chat with the girls. Listening from your cold, grimy spot on the floor you hear Chelsea's voice and that of a few strangers.

"Alright, 5$ each, girls." Chelsea calls.

"5? That's way too much and you know it, Chelsea."

"Yeah, he's probably gonna puke or some shit like the last time." Another continues.

"Blech, gross." Says some high pitched stranger.

*group laughter*

"You all know that's a good price. Especially since last year's fiasco. Now who is going first." Chelsea says, this time with a more serious tone.

After a brief pause someone give in.

"Fuck it." Says some nasally voice from past the door.

The sound of crumpled cash is heard before the door opens to the adjacent stall. After that, Chelsea says a few more words to the group while you hear someone walking on the outhouse floor nearby.

"Perfect. Be right back girls, get out your wallets while I take care of things."

Your door opens and Chelsea steps in. As she does she closes the door and turns to you expectantly.

"Remember what I said about the last boy."

You gulp after hearing her say those words and notice movement from the hole in the wall.

"You be a good bitch and suck every dick that pops through that gloryhole." Chelsea says whilst wearing a look that could kill.

A grunt is heard from past the hole and soon a plump tan cock flops out and is pushed through the opening, resting there, waiting, it throbs.

Chelsea finally says, "If you don't satisfy each of my customers... there will be trouble." and with that she steps back outside, slamming the door, she leaves you in the dirty room with nothing but a stranger's girlcock for company. It pains you to admit it but nothing lies past your door but certain doom at the hands of your sadistic master. With nowhere to go, you sit down by the dick and a voice from the other side calls to you. "Well?" it says in that girly, nasally voice. Schoolgirl giggles and idle chit chat continue nearby. In the darkness of the abandoned outhouse you reach forward and grab the warm cock in your hands and pause for one last moment before doing what you must to survive.