She takes a slight, naughty detour

Poor Lauren was absolutely on edge. Her leaky love juices were practically dribbling down her thighs, and her freshly-bare pussy lips were so red with arousal she felt like even the slightest touch could set her off.

I... I need to take care this. I-I need to cum!

Lauren thought to herself as she subconsciously ran her hands along her soft, squishy, and oh-so-smooth body.

B-but where can I go?

Lauren looked around the hallway, **** for a bathroom, or somewhere else she could go to get a few moments of much-needed 'me time.' Unfortunately none of the rooms were marked, and in her current state of undress, Lauren couldn't bear the idea of walking in on who-knows-what and getting spotted by another group of strangers.

But then, she saw it: One of the doors was cracked open and Lauren could see a mop handle sticking out.

A utility closet!

Her heart skipped a beat at the shameful, humiliating thing she was contemplating.

Am... am I really going to do this?

She questioned herself, even as her heart beat faster, her breathing became more ragged, and her twiggy little legs made her wobble her way to the door.

Oh my god! I can't believe I'm really going to hide in a closet and masturbate!

Such a shameful, slutty idea would have been utterly unthinkable to the rich, beautiful, popular Lauren of just a few weeks ago, but here she was; completely naked, completely broke, her precious secrets long-since revealed to a cruel world...

What have I got to lose? I mean, it's not like my life can get any worse, right?

Lauren thought to herself, utterly tempting fate as she paws at her pussy and slips inside the closet, flipping on the light as she closes the door behind her magnificent ass.