The Rules

“Shit, shit, shit,” Ms. Carter said jiggling the locked handle and thumping her head against the door.

Bill stood by, looking away as she realized she was staring at her teacher’s bare ass. Her teacher’s quite nice ass. Bill noticed the sign on the wall, it was the same large wall of text she didn’t read outside.

She started reading the sign, when she was quickly distracted by a man’s voice. It was coming from behind the wall, the wall where a cock stuck through the wall. “Don’t leave me hanging,” he called out, the dick twitched as he spoke. Bill giggled at the absurd thought of how it looked to be talking.

Ms. Carter sighed as she turned from the door, walking back to the cock. “Read the rules, we’ll talk in a second.” Bill was trying her hardest not to stare at Ms. Carter’s tits, but she couldn’t help but looking a few times while nodding. Was that cum or spit drooling down her cleavage?

Bill followed directions and started reading the wall of text. The door will lock for the duration of the timer, that will roll a random amount of time between 1 hour and 24. She glanced back at the red countdown, 23:58:21. Of course, she managed to roll the largest amount of time.

Reading over the locking rules, Bill realized what happened. Ms. Carter’s timer had ended, unlocking the door. When she entered, the door assumed that was the last occupant, Ms. Carter, leaving. When she turned to leave, it then assumed it was the next occupant, herself, entering.

She kept reading, the time would tick down naturally but luckily the next few sentences assured her that they wouldn’t likely spend a full day locked in the restroom. Each person on the other side of the hole in the wall, would spend time they’d prepaid for on their GardenCard. She knew about GardenCards, or Gards as people often called them. She only knew they were used for various paid attractions around the Garden like paddleboat rentals, or putt-putt. She’d never heard of this particular attraction.

The people on the other side would pay 30 minutes for a blowjob. But it said that they were allowed to negotiate for more in exchange for more time, but that it was ultimately her side’s choice to accept or not. It would take 48 blowjobs to eat through the time on the wall, well less since time would tick down on its own. It also mentioned her side getting credit on their Gard, but only for time paid not natural time. That sounded like a lot, she glanced over at Ms. Carter.

She was bobbing along the wall cock, stroking the shaft. She stopped to rub her jaw, while keeping her other hand in motion. How long had she already been in here? How many cocks had she already sucked today? Bill gulped, how many cocks would she suck today?

The guy groaned and she heard a knock against the wall. Ms. Carter had her lips wrapped around the tip of the cock as she stroked. The guy let out a few more loud moans before he withdrew through the wall, leaving an empty hole in the wall.

They guy looked through the hole, “Fuck that’s hot,” he said as Ms. Carter knelt with her mouth open. Bill couldn’t see from here, but was able to imagine how she looked with a mouthful of cum before she swallowed showing an empty mouth.

Bill looked to the clock, waiting for it to go down. But Ms. Carter interrupted, “He won’t pay, he was my last guy and my clock ran out on him. It’s a quirk in the system, technically I could’ve left him hanging as soon as my time ended, but most of us don’t.”

Bill’s head was spinning, Ms. Carter spoke like this wasn’t a one time thing for her, an accident like her own current predicament. There was another line about an emergency exit, she glanced around and saw a big red button. “Don’t think about it,” Ms. Carter said, rubbing her jaw.

“Why?” Bill inquired.

“They’ll come and let us out, but if it’s not an emergency they’ll charge us for the false alarm. And it’s not a small fee either, I don’t have that kind of money.”

Bill nodded, her parents with their doctor’s salaries could probably afford it. But then that would cause her to need to explain why she was in here to begin with. Plus if it was a big deal, she couldn’t help but remember how Ronnie had asked her not to cause any problems or he’d likely get in trouble too.

There was also a vending machine along the wall. The prices were crazy, but also offered an alternate payment of increasing the time on the wall.

“Look Bill, this is awkward since you’re my student. But I’m supposed to pick my kids up in,” she paused to check her phone that was sitting on the sink counter, “a little less than 3 hours. Their father will make a big deal about it if I’m late, so I need us to make this work.”

Bill just nodded, her attention drawn to where a droplet of cum stuck to the side of her mouth. 3 hours. 48 blowjobs. Subtract 6 for the 3 hours, 42 blowjobs. That was 14 an hour, which seemed daunting especially since she’d never actually given a blowjob. Plus she needed to get out of here to make it to the Regina December concert.

“Bill are you okay?” she asked placing a hand on her shoulder, “If it’s too much let me know, you can sit in the corner on your phone. Block it all out, I’ll try my best to get through this clock in time.”

Bill looked into her eyes, and could see the exhaustion, “I-I can help.”

Ms. Carter exhaled, “Thank you. I just finished a 16 in 4.” Bill’s mind ran the numbers on autopilot, any distraction at this point. Assuming 16 in 4 meant she’d spent 4 real hours to clear a 16 hour clock. That was 32 bjs minus the 8 for the 4 hours, 24 blowjobs, 6 an hour. She grew worried realizing that 6 an hour was much less than 14. But maybe she was taking her time, knowing that she had plenty of time before needing to be out of here.

She stiffened for a second, “You are 18, correct? I obviously know you’re a senior. This is all already risky enough you being a student. But I don’t need to risk jail alongside my job.”

“I’m 18,” Bill confirmed, fishing her license out of her phone case, “And I won’t say anything,” her voice quieting, “especially if you don’t tell my parents I snuck into the Garden.”

She relaxed a little. “Thanks, and I might suggest stripping,” Ms. Carter said pointing at her own pile of clothes on the counter next to her bag. “It can get messy,” she said gesturing to her self. Bill’s cheeks burning red as she looked her teacher over. “No, need to be shy. We’re about to see a lot of each other.”

“I’ll pay an extra half hour if you give me your clothes, New Girl,” the new voice startled Bill. She looked over to the hole in the wall where a guy stared into their side. Another 30 minutes, that plus the blowjob would knock down a full hour. 23: 56:49.