The butt plug brings relief... and complications

The rest of Cassie's classes went uneventfully. She could never quite stop feeling the butt plug filling her ass, distracting her mostly with pleasure but occasional discomfort. And she couldn't quite escape occasional flashes of

Give it to me give it to me give it to me. I need to be filled, stretched, fucked, fisted. Use me **** me I am your anal doll -

She shook her head. Refocusing on the end of the lecture. As her last class wrapped up she got a text from Monica.

Monica: You okay? You seemed out of it earlier.

Cassie: Yeah, feeling better now. I've actually got a date tonight. Hector from the basketball team, you know him?

Monica: Yeah, met him time to time when they do joint stuff with the women's team. I had no idea he was your type!

Cassie: My type?

Monica: Thought you liked the bookish sort - if you liked any sort at all, lol. Not player studs - yeah I can judge objectively even if I don't swing that way!

Cassie: Oh my god Monica! Anyways you're saying he's a player?

Monica: Don't really know, I guess, but he's the type who would be. Don't let him pressure you. If he tries just tell me and I'll be over to beat him up.

Cassie: Thanks Mon.

Monica: Anytime Cass.

A player? Pressure? Maybe he'll take me back to his room, throw me on his bed, ram his huge cock up my ass, pound me, fill me, cum in me...

She frowned. She couldn't be thinking dirty thoughts like that - this wasn't her! Suddenly the plug in her ass felt conspicuous. Somehow, she knew this was irrational, but it felt certain, Hector would know she had this slutty secret.

No, no.

But as the date got closer and closer, and she changed into a fresh, attractive (but still modest) outfit, she couldn't get the fear of discovery out of her head.