Bathhouse Exhibitionist

The noise of the corridor fell away behind her, replaced by the gentle lapping of water and the low murmur of conversation as Cassia entered the underground bathhouse

She had come at an off peak time, deliberately. The hour suited her. Cassia craved solitude right now, a chance to think without Mira's antics or Antonia's probing questions.

The bathhouse was nearly empty. A few figures moved through the steam on the far side of the pool, their shapes indistinct, their voices distant. Cassia chose a spot near the middle where the venting steam was thickest and hung her towel on a wall hook.

She undressed slowly, folding her tunic with precise movements, placing her sandals beneath the bench. Old habits from home. Lara had taught her that order in small things created order in large ones. Cassia wasn't certain she believed it, but the ritual soothed her nonetheless.

Naked, she walked to the pool's edge and descended.

The heat struck her immediately, shocking and glorious. It rose up her calves, her thighs, her cock, her pussy, until she stood waist-deep in the water. Cassia sighed in pleasure.

She found a submerged stone ledge and sat, the water gently lapping at the undersides of her breasts. Between her thighs, her Unus cock rested soft against her leg, but she could feel it stir, responding to the warmth and the thrill of being naked in semi-public space.

Control, she reminded herself.

She reached for the soap.

It was a bar of sandalwood, gritty with ground pumice, and she worked it between her palms until it lathered. Then she began to wash, starting with her arms, her shoulders, the curve of her neck. The motions were methodical, almost meditative. She scrubbed away the weariness of the day, the sweat of an omega still struggling with her own primacy.

Her hands betrayed her.

They moved downward, across her stomach, lingering at her hips. Then lower still, until her fingers nudged aside her balls and found the parting between her legs.

Cassia bit her lip, feeling her inner lips part beneath her touch. It felt good. Too good. She could feel her cock hardening now, rising from its resting place against her thigh, lengthening and thickening until it stood at half-mast beneath the water's surface.

I should stop. I should just finish washing and leave...

Cassia closed her eyes and let her hands continue to wander, wrapping her fingers around her shaft. She pumped once, twice, three times... a small gasp escaped her lips.

Steam hissed from a nearby vent, and Cassia opened her eyes.

That was when she saw her.

A beta sat on the pool's edge perhaps fifteen feet away, her legs dangling in the water. She had mousy brown hair and wide eyes fixed on Cassia's hand beneath the water.

Is she?

She had been watching. Was still watching. Her gaze was ravenous, her lips slightly parted with want. She was unaccompanied by an alpha. A scholarship student perhaps? One of the futa who had gambled their will so that they could attend the academy and lost.

Cassia's first instinct was to stop, to pull her hand away and sink deeper into the water, pretending nothing happened. But something in the beta's expression made her hesitate. She wasn't leering. She wasn't mocking. She looked almost reverent, like a scholar studying some sacred text, her attention laser-focused on the place where Cassia's hand moved beneath the water.

And Cassia realized, with a small thrill that curled through her stomach, that she enjoyed being watched, being desired.

Checking to make sure no one else could see her, Cassia stood up and sat on the edge of the pool.

Slowly, deliberately, Cassia reached for the soap. She lathered her palms and then set the bar aside, letting her gaze drift past the beta as though she hadn't noticed her at all.

Then she pretended to wash her cock.

She took herself in both hands, one wrapped around the base, the other sliding up and down the length, lathering her shaft. Her foreskin glided back and forth over her crown, while she feigned disinterest, as though wasn't masturbating in public right now.

Subtly, Cassia kept tabs on how her little voyeur was reacting. Every sharp intake of breath, every squirm of her thighs.

Cassia leaned back against the stone ledge and spread her legs, giving the beta a better view. Her pussy was fully exposed now, as well as her cock.

A small sound came from the beta. A whimper, barely audible over the hiss of steam.

Cassia smirked and returned her attention to her cock. She stroked it, slowly, lazily, the way one might stroke a cat on their lap. Unable to help herself, Cassia's hips began to move, tiny undulations that lifted her from the ledge and let her sink back down. The water rippled around her legs.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the beta's hand descend between her own thighs.

The girl's pussy was lush and dripping, softened by her beta transformation. She touched herself hesitantly at first, then with growing urgency, her fingers circling and dipping, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Cassia pretended not to notice, letting herself sink into the sensation of her own hand on her cock, the water lapping at her pussy, the heat filling her body.

The beta's whimpers grew louder. Faster. Her hand moved in frantic circles now, her thighs trembling, her mouth open in a silent ring.

Cassia opened her eyes just in time to watch the girl come.

It was a beautiful thing. The beta's back arched, her head thrown back, her lips shaping a wordless cry that never quite emerged. Her whole body shuddered through the orgasm, her pussy clenching visibly around her own fingers, and when it was over she slumped forward, breathing hard, her cheeks flushed crimson.

Her eye's found Cassia's.

Cassia winked.

The beta's blush deepened impossibly further. Her mouth opened and closed, once, twice, like a fish gasping for water. Then, with a sound that might have been a squeak, she scrambled to her feet and fled, her bare feet slapping against the wet stone until the steam swallowed her entirely.

Cassia watched her go, still idly stroking herself.

"Good work Cass," she murmured to the empty air. "You scared the poor thing off."

Cassia sighed and pushed herself to her feet, her cock bouncing heavily between her thighs. She had gotten herself rather worked up, and now there was no one to help her finish. Her own hand would have to suffice, but the moment had passed, the excitement faded, leaving only frustration in its wake.

She climbed the steps and dried herself, toweling her hair, her shoulders, her legs. Her cock refused to soften entirely, pressing against the damp linen as she pulled on her tunic.

She left the bathhouse, sandals dangling from her fingertips, hair still dripping.

Dream sweet little beta, for I will be having sweet dreams of you. She sighed.