The fun begins (Main Story)

The first thing he heard when he stepped inside were loud moans.

He couldn't help but smirk as he closed the door and stepped forward, not even bothering to try and be stealthy as he switched his phone's camera on and started filming. He quickly realised the sound was coming from the center stall and stepped up to it, making sure his phone had enough room to capture the whole image.

And after taking one final deep breath, he pushed the door open and was met with an amazing sight.

Cynthia had her eyes closed and her uniform's skirt was bunched up around her waist, allowing Chris a perfect few of her cunt. Her black designer panties had been pulled to the side and she was jamming her fingers in and out of her pussy whilst her other hand was gripping her breast through her shirt.

She continued to do this for another second or two, letting out more loud moans, before finally noticing she had company and opened her eyes. Said eyes went wide at the sight of him, Chris hitting the stop record button on his phone and putting it down whilst she let out a scream.

"PERV!" She cried while pulling her shirt down, "what do you think you're doing?"

"What am I do?" Chris asked, "what are you doing flicking the bean in the boy's bathroom?" This made Cynthia's eyes go wide as she looked around, seeing the graffiti written on the stall and realising it was the kind of stuff boys write. "Who'd have thought it," she turned back to Chris. "The high and mighty Cynthia, rubbing one off in the boys bathroom. Wait until everybody hears about this?"

"YOU'RE NOT TELLING THEM ANYTHING!"

"Why not?" He asked, "you're always the first to spread the word whenever somebody else does something embarrassing. Not so good when the shoe's on the other foot, is it?" Cynthia frowned, then smiled.

"Fine. I'll deny it anyway. You think you're the first person to say I did something like this. You'll just be the first person that's not lying, though no one will believe you. Who do you think they'll believe? The hottest, riches most popular girl in school, or some loser nobody even knows about?" Her question was met by the sound of her own moans, Chris smirking as he held up his phone and showed her the image of the door opening up and showing her.

The footage might have only been a few seconds, but you could clearly see it was Cynthia fucking herself. "I think they'll believe their own eyes." Cynthia looked horror struck at the image on the phone, then glared at him before trying to grab the phone. Chris easily pulled it far from her reach before she could. "I don't think so."

"Delete that!" She cried, "right now!"

"No way. It's about time someone knocked you off your high horse." He could see tears threatening to leak out, "you did this to yourself. What were you thinking, do something like that here?"

"I don't know!" She looked away. "I just...got really horny all of a sudden. That's never happened to me before. The next thing I know, I'm running in here and doing...that!" She turned back to him. "What do you want?"

"Excuse me?" Chris feinted, knowing this was coming.

"What do you want in exchange for keeping this a secret? Money?"

"I've got plenty of money." Technically, he didn't. But she didn't need to know that.

"Then what do you want?" She waited for an answer and he stared at her for a second, then began to let his eyes drift over her hot body. She gasped, "no!"

"Why not. You want this kept under wraps, right? Well that's my price." She sighed, Chris seeing she was about to agree. He wasn't sure if it was the commands kicking in or she was really willing to do it. Either way, didn't matter.

"Fine. What do you want me to do?"

"Well...first let's see what you've got under that tight little uniform. Take it off." She frowned but did as she was told, reaching down to grab her skirt before pulling it upwards. Chris smirked as her still parted panties and cunt were once again revealed, followed by her toned stomach. Then she pulled the uniform up further, giving him a view of her magnificent tits encased within a matching black bra.

She finished pulling the uniform off of her and threw it over the door of the stall, giving Chris a frown. "Happy?"

"I'm not unhappy," he told her. "Take off the rest, then go sit on the toilet." She sighed and did so, reaching behind herself and unclasping the bra before pulling it off of her. This let her breasts hang free, showing how big and firm they were.

Chris' suspicions were confirmed that they were larger then Kira's, with perfectly sized areola and big puffy nipples.

Cynthia then removed her panties and put them and the bra atop her uniform, now dressed in only her thigh high white socks and trainers. She then stepped backwards, lowering the toilet lid before sitting on it. "Alright," she puffed her chest out to keep her tits pointing forwards, "what now?"