Modesty wins

Modesty had won out as Lucy decided that there was no way she could make her way to the clinic looking like this. When Max had finished his shift and gotten her some actual clothes to wear, and removed her hated collar, she'd visit the clinic to get herself checked out ASAP.

Hopeful that no one would be in the common room at this hour since classes had already begun, she begrudgingly made her way back to her dorm. The pavement leading back into the building felt cold and unforgiving on the soles of her bare feet, with their freshly painted toes a dusty pink colour. She cursed her decision to pick that colour, as it now perfectly matched the unwanted accessory locked around her slender neck. Not encountering another soul as she made her way through the empty dorm room halls was encouraging for Lucy. Perhaps her luck had started to turn.

"God, I must look like some kinky slut freak doing the walk of shame. Thank god nobody else is around," she quietly whispered to herself.

Lucy began ascending the stairs to the first floor, the skimpy basketball top reminding her how indecent she actually was as it rode up with each step. By the time she got to the top, her whole ass was practically exposed. As cool air rushed over her pale rump, she immediately pulled down the jersey on both sides.

"This is a nightmare! I can't even walk up a flight of stairs without flashing my bits!"

She cursed her decision, but carried on until the doorway to the common room appeared in front of her. Peeking through the glass panel on the door and praying it was empty, she saw to her relief that it was indeed vacant. It was a small, simple common room, a lot smaller than others on campus. The layout was simply a kitchenette with a fridge, sink, stove-top, and microwave oven on one end of the room next to a circular dining table. A TV on the other side of the room in front of a small couch and a bean bag chair.

"Well, looks like I'm stuck here for the time being."

With a disappointed sigh, she made her way over to the fridge, suddenly feeling ravenously hungry. Opening the fridge, Lucy poured through half-eaten pizzas, old Chinese take out containers spilling open, moldy bread, and things that were so far gone they'd become unrecognisable as food.

"Urrggh, disgusting!" she groaned, "I can't even eat anything in here! This just keeps gets better and better!"

Lucy gave the milk a test sniff to see if that was edible or if was like everything else in this fridge, but was pleasantly surprised when it smelled good, and the expiration date read five days from now.

"At least there's this."

Opening the giant three gallon jug of milk, Lucy walked over to the small couch and plopped her bare backside down. Her decision to chug straight from the container proved to be difficult and a mistake. Her slender arms began to strain under the weight as she raised the milk to her lips and eventually spilled half of it down herself and the other half onto the couch below.

"Ughh, shit! Shit, shit, shit! That's just perfect!"

Cursing her stupidity and ongoing bad luck, this time of her own doing, Lucy didn't think twice as she whipped the now sodden and soaked milky basketball jersey from her bare body. Now completely naked, she rushed over to the sink and rung out the top as best she could. All her efforts seemed to be in vain as the top was sufficiently soaked to the point that if she put it back on she'd probably freeze from the cold milky residue.