Help her get !

You think back to that night and remember all the jeering jaded jocks egg you on as you infected one boi after another. Almost all of them took a turn fucking their classmates turned coed, and the few that didn't still watched with wanton delight. If you deserve to be punished, if Sasha has to live her life in eternal torment, then so do they. "Alright. Tell me how to get out of here and I'll infucked every last one of those assholes! And then I'll fuck every last one of those assholes!"

Sasha's eyes shine sadistically. She may be flinchy and feely to do her own dirty work, but she clearly relishes the thought of using the slut that infected her as an instrument of ****. Sasha lays out the plan..."Okay, so it seems like you would want to creep out in the dead of night, but a single slut would stick out like a sore cock. What you need to do is get a janitor's uniform, which I have been told that Sally can be easily talked out of. Plus, she's a souse, so she will pass out right after. Then you just walk right out of quarantine, because who looks a janitor in the eye. It is an hour to shift change. If you move fast, you can walk right out the front door. So get going! Oh...and for luck..." Sasha holds your head in her hands and gives you a kiss so hard it feels like it will leave a bruise. You are still licking your lips when you are out the door and halfway down the hall.

Sally! You spot her mopping up the floor, students idling past her paying her no mind. It's no wonder, with the baggy jumpsuit she's wearing and the wide brim cap hiding her face, she looks like a grey blur. You make your way over to her, trying to think of a good opening line that's not too obviously a ploy, when you slip on her suds and fall face first into her chest, your hands gripping them out of instinct. It feels like she's got some huge sponges hidden under her uniform, and you are hoping you can see them soapy and wet before she passes out. You realize you are still groping her breasts and haven't thought up a good line. You look up and to your surprise, Sally slurs, "Heeeeeey whadd I telll yewss bratsh? Iffen yourss gonnna feel me HICCup, Ima gonna fugg yoos."

Minutes later she is shining your shaft with her suds soaked tits and her tarp like uniform is crumpled in the corner. You don't even have time to make up an excuse about why you need to raw dog and run, before she climbs on top of you, pinning you down with her pleasingly plump thighs, and crashing down on you with her comely curves draped over you. She kisses like your lips are lollipops and she's got a sweet tooth and she swallows your shaft like her cunt is starving. Sally laps up your moans and whimpers as she squeezes the cum out of your cock like she's crushing out cookie dough. She frosts your belly and falls back, moaning, "Gewdnie..." and passes out where she lays.

You quickly scrub the seed off your stomach and shaft and slip into the janitor's scrubs. You grab the mop, check the time on your phone, and see you only have minutes to spare! You bolt outside, tearing through the halls and making your way to the corridor that leads to the main campus. Slowing down as you round the corner to not draw suspicion, you walk right up to the door, heart beating a mile a minute, swipe Sally's ID card in the security scanner, and DING the door opens!

You heave a sigh of relief and make your way with all the other gray blurs to the front gate. No one seems to notice that Sally is a little shorter, and apparently she was never very sociable, though she could have fooled you, because no one tries to make conversation as you head out the door and to the front gates. You are just about to walk out to freedom when you hear a gruff voice growl, "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" You stop dead in your tracks, as if afraid God herself will strike you down if you take another step. You fear you might be right as you feel a hard hairy hand, and turn to see a bronzed behemoth looming over you. His security badge reads 'Officer Deimos.' He looks like he just might be the god of fear himself, moonlighting as a security guard.

"Where you running off to, Sally? Did you forget you still owed me for looking the other way on your flask this morning? Come on, we need to welcome the new boi!" Officer Deimos drags you to the cramped security office, apparently not noticing you aren't Sally, but then again, he doesn't seem the type to deign to look at a bimboi's face when she's blowing him or bouncing on his boner. You are pushed into the small shack and see a pale, pimply boi wearing a small security guard outfit that is still too big for him. His badge reads, 'Officer Icarus'and he looks like he would melt if you so much as touched his leg.

You feel a thick truncheon slide between your plump cheeks. You think it's a billy club until it bulges between your buttocks. "Well, Sally, what's it going to be? Are you going to help me test out the new boi? After all, we can't have no bimboi to be guarding the whorehouse. Or did I have to call the principal and report your flask. That's a third strike for you...you know what that means, Sally." He runs his finger across his throat and sticks out his tongue, making it seem like you don't really have a choice in the matter. Do you risk the innocent idiot's manhood? Or take your chances with whatever the principal will do to you?