You clean it up

You've definitely found yourself in a lose lose situation. With your only options being to embarrass yourself now or risk more people finding out that you've failed at being an owner, it seems there's only one thing you can do.

With a deep sigh, you slide off of your chair, getting onto your hands and knees, just in front of the puddles of cum you had just made moments ago.

"You promise you won't tell anyone, right?" You confirm, looking up at the cleaning lady.

"No one will know anything." She says. "Except of course, for all the people watching you right now."

You take a glance around the room, it finally hitting you that the dining hall is still packed. Most people are going about their day, eating and interacting, but you can't help notice a few people near by taking quick, continuous peaks in your direction.

"But if anyone asks, I'll tell them you lost a bet." She says, giving off something in her tone that tells you she's being genuine. "No one questions a bet punishment around here."

Feeling a slight bit comforted by this, you decide to start holding up your end of the deal. You crouch down, getting your face closer to the mess. You try to not think about how ridiculous this looks as you slowly stick out your tongue. The tip of your tongue is soon acquainted with the white slimy liquid as you gently dip it into the first big puddle. The taste is a bit salty yet strangely bland, you can't help note that it tastes a little different than Atlas's did, which causes you to start wondering if everyone has a unique tasting cum. You quickly attempt to pull yourself away from these thoughts and focus on your task. You drag your tongue across the floor, scooping up as much as you can into your mouth. You swallow as quickly as you can, figuring there's no need to taste more.

"Wow! You're better at that than some pets I've seen." You hear the woman exclaim loudly.

You try not to think about the attention that probably attracted, you simply keep working. You soon move from the one puddle onto the smaller one. You can't help being surprised and a little impressed by the size of mess you made, you can't think of a time before that you came this much.

"Are you really sure you're an owner?" The woman says teasingly.

You shoot her a glance the best you can from this position, unsure if she'll notice or care. Though you can't help admitting you've started genuinely questioning that yourself, now is not the time to think about it.

Seeing the last bit of globs left, you quicken the speed of your lapping, **** to get your mission done. As the final drop collects onto your tongue, you allow it to sit for a bit, savoring your task completion , and possibly the flavor, before taking one last swallow.

"Excellent job!" The woman exclaims as you quickly scramble back into your chair. "You know, we could really use you on the cleaning crew when this whole owner thing stops working out for you."

You choose to take this as nothing more than more teasing.

"Are... are we all good?" You ask sheepishly. You stare down at your plate, hoping to ignore the inevitable amount of people looking at you right now.

"Oh! So good." She says with a laugh.

Her hand comes down to the table, dropping a small piece of paper in front of you.

"See ya around!" She says. "I'm sure you'll be making more messes soon."

You remain still, keeping your eyes straight down until you no longer sense her near you. You take the paper, opening it just enough to see writing on it.

"Call for a "sensitive clean up" if you want to see me again.

-Mia"

You read it quickly before sliding the paper into your pocket. You're not exactly sure if this is her flirting with you, or simply how business is done around here. Either way, You have no time to think about it, all you can think of doing is getting out of the dining hall. You look down at Atlas who is still laying on the ground, looking completely relaxed and satisfied.

"Look, you can listen or not. I'm going back to the room." You say, knowing you can't let him make another one of your decisions for you. You get up and start walking towards the door, doing your best not to make eye contact with anyone else.