Good as can be, until…

As the next hours go by, your thoughts flip between bewilderment such a situation could be really happening, realizations some guys would love to be eating out multiple hot college girls one after the other, and a customer service type mask to make sure those using you are happy, a mask that seems to become more and more your true emotions. Most of the dozen or so, you lost count, seemed grateful fir the service, happy to use a cute boys face and complimenting your effort, though a few noted your lack of skill. But offered to help you get better when they come back. Some just treated you as an object, never acknowledging you outside of using your face and pushing you off when done. You still thanked them regardless, and gave full effort.

Things changed however, when two girls came in. They both wore full latex catsuits with hoods, one in black with blonde pigtails and leather clothes over, the other in purple with club wear over top. Both’s faces were fully covered other than their heavily makedup eye and lips.

Neither noticed you at first, going to the mirror as they talked to each other, one saying “How did that brat get away?! We almost had that tart collared, just for him to chicken out and run?” “And you know that little shit got collared by someone, so we can’t touch them. The next slut I get my hands on…”

You gulp as they both notice you in the reflection of the mirror, their lips cruelly smiling in realization…