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Ok. Just one more class after this one. I can do this. Maybe I can hit the restrooms between now and then and pull that dammed plug out. Why the fuck am I so turned on?

“Cassandra.”

“Yes Mrs. Catherine?”

“What are proper nouns?”

“Um, proper nouns are nouns that refer to unique people, places, and things.”

“Thank you.”

Thank God she gave me an easy one

The bell rings, and I am the first one out the door. Speeding down a couple corridors and into the women’s lavatories, I slip into a stall and hike up my skirt. My panties come down, they are basically soaked. Ugh. I gotta get this thing out of me Reaching back, I grab the base. It’s smaller than it feels, but as I set to pull it out, it’s like I’m trying to shit out a baseball.

“Ugh!”

“…Everything ok in there?”

Fuck there’s someone else in here Shit shit shit

My backpack sitting on top of the toilet falls over. I try and twist around to catch it, but with my legs spread and my panties around my ankles I only succeed in slipping on the tile floor. My ass goes right down on the seat cover, and the plug that was half way out of me gets slammed into my bowels.

“Uuuuuughhhhh” or something like that comes out of my mouth.

“Are you ok?!”

My mouth is wide open and I’m not really thinking straight. Maybe I answered No, maybe I just didn’t say anything. All I know is there was like 15 different sensations, and my little brain is still processing them.

“Ok. I’m coming in there!”

The stall door swings open, and there is a tall brunette. I think I recall her name being Alice. Well Alice, this is definitely not wonderland. Thank god my skirt is covering me.

“Cassie! Did you fall?”

Alice starts to help me up, and I mumble

“Um I just hurt my ass, I’m good thanks”

When I’m standing, she starts brushing me off. I start to say something about her leaving, but then she goes to flatten the back of my skirt out. I can feel her fingers slip over the plug, and I catch her eye. She looks an awful lot like she knows exactly what she just touched.