Yes, but Michael isn't

"Thanks, Mike," you say, fishing out your wallet and throwing him a handful of fives. It hardly seems enough given all that he's done for you today, but if all this is going to be normal from now on, you suppose there's no need to reward him.

Taking your money with a nod, Mike looks over at the exhausted girl to your right. She lies there panting, her bikini slipping further off of her gently shifting body. "Hey, John, who's she?"

"Uh, well, she was here on a date, and I wanted to use her, so—" you begin, before your friend cuts you off.

"And George Washington was the first president of the U.S.A.," Mike suddenly chimes in, his tone heavy with sarcasm as he rolls his eyes. Now that you think about it, your answer was something that would be obviously implied in this universe. "I meat her name?" he asks as he takes a sip from his soda.

"Oh, it's Ling," you answer. Hearing you say her name, she shifts slightly, returning to an upright position and opening her eyes.

"Hey, Ling, good to meet you," Michael says before pointing under the table. "Blowjob."

Despite her exhaustion, she immediately moves toward him, fully understanding her duties. The loose straps of her sling falling to her sides and tripping her up, she opts to slips the whole thing off, allowing it to drop to the floor. She then disappears beneath the table, leaving only her bare ass and pussy in your view as she positions her head between your friend's legs.

You pull your eyes away from Ling, unwrapping your burger. After this morning's excitement, you're feeling pretty starved. "So, Mike, how's class going?"

"Oh, y'know. Too much studying, but I'll moan about that no matter what," he replies as you hear his fly unzipping. "Most of my classes aren't too tough this term, which is a good change of...,mm...pace." His shoulders relax slightly; you assume the busty Asian beneath the table just took him into her mouth. "Only big complaint so far is that the Pleasure Committees for two of my classrooms are understaffed."

You raise your eyebrows, trying to think of a way to investigate this topic more without showing your ignorance. "Oh, yeah, gotcha...is that a big problem?" As you talk, you catch your fingers tracing the curve of Ling's exposed rear end. It looks like you're getting a little more used to your new world.

Mike shrugs slightly, chewing a mouthful of fries. "Well, if I feel like my balls are getting too full in class, I can empty them into someone or other no matter what," he explains. "Plenty of D-cups around. Still, it's such a hassle to look for one and bring her over to my desk or whatever. I'm always getting behind on the notes." He sighs. "Isn't that why the committees exist in the first place? I'm paying so much for these classes...I shouldn't have to waste them looking for a fuck."

Despite the stiffy-inducing nature of their context, you can't help but laugh at his familiar complaints. "First of all, you're not paying for those classes. Your dad is. Secondly, you and I both know that you haven't taken decent notes since ninth grade." Your hand brushes idly against the girl's wet lips. She sticks her butt out further in response, pressing against you.

He cringes slightly. "Weeell, that isn't entirely...uh..." he begins before he trails off. Cracking a smile, he waves his hand in a dismissive gesture, then returns to his food. You do the same, finishing off your meal at a breakneck pace. As you finish and begin to tidy up your tray, Mike grunts and puts down his soda. "On your tits," he says suddenly. With a quick response time, Ling shifts beneath the table, pulling away from your exploring fingers as she scoots closer to your friend. You hear a steady slapping noise as she releases his cock from her mouth and jacks him off. Moments later he climaxes, throwing his head back.

Without a word Michael begins piling both of your trash on his tray, reaching one hand beneath the to zip up his fly before offering it to Ling. With his help, she crawls up onto the bench beside him, both her breasts splattered with thick blobs of cum.

"Huh, that was a pretty big one," your friend says, admiring his handiwork. "Throw me her clothes, would you?" You oblige, smiling inwardly at the fact that he referred to the barely-a-swimsuit sling as 'clothes.' He takes the garment, then leans beneath the table, pulling it up between her thighs and lifting the shoulder straps around her arms. The thin straps push his thick load around her breasts as he adjusts them, sliding them onto her nipples. "What do you think?" he asks, turning to you.

It's an obscene sight: her rack was far beyond 'spilling out' of her sling when you first saw her, and now it's having trouble staying in place, sliding back and forth over her cum-coated chest. Her nipples peak out every time she moves, and strings of semen form between her pale breasts as they press together and come apart freely.

"Work of art, man," you say with a chuckle towards the absurdity of the situation, even as your member becomes so hard that its tip slips out of your boxers. You momentarily consider using Ling again, but you stop yourself; as beautiful as she is, there's still so many more women to see and use, and it would be a shame to exhaust yourself so early in the day.

Adjusting your pants, you join Mike in cleaning up the table. Ling gets up to leave, giving you both a little wave. "Time to get back to class. Nice meeting you both," she says, her small yet soft butt jiggling as she makes for the exit. After you're done disposing of your garbage, you and your friend follow suit, heading for the car. As you leave, you notice the brunette employee from earlier lying face down on the tiles, wiping them with a towel as a muscular young man crouches over her, grunting as he forcefully shoves his thick member inside her.

Stepping around the rutting pair, you and Michael exit the restaurant. Approaching the car, you're startled to see Ling being reamed on its hood. An acne-ridden teenager, wearing the uniform of the restaurant, has her bouncing on his lap while he sits on April's blue sedan, his pants around his ankles.

"Couldn't get ten feet without being pulled into another one, huh?" Mike asks Ling with a laugh as he stops in front of the door, looking at her with a grin.

"Haha, yeah," Ling responds with a smile, shrugging slightly. "I seem to have the worst luck sometimes. Gotta do what I gotta do, though, right?"

"Yep, that's life," Mike agrees with a small nod before producing his keys from his pockets. "We've gotta head out, though, so you mind moving it over there?" he asks politely as he unlocks the door. The employee gives him a nod, pushing your former toy off his cock with one hand and grabbing his pants with the other. He shuffles over to the van in the next space, and as you get in the car, you see him bending Ling over and beginning to fuck her doggy-style. Her soft breasts squash against the black metal hood, streaking it with Michael's cum as she's pushed back and forth. You find yourself very much amused by how Ling played off being every man's cumdump as simply "doing what she had to."

Pulling out of the parking lot, Mike gives you a glance. "So, where to?"