Well...

Cindy entered the private study carrel, and awaited further instructions. Her attitude had shifted. Whereas she had been energetically showing off her body for the camera, she was now awake but appeared dulled down.

“Pull of your top.”

She did, and Mark felt himself throb against his jeans. He took a couple of photos but realized he was not into photography. He had other needs, other desires. And he knew that Kiara had agreed to have Cindy do what he wanted, and that she was already excited.

“Sit there.” She did.

He unbuckled, unzipped, and pulled out his hard cock. Cindy looked up at him. “Now I want to get some good photos of your blowing me in the library.”

“Uhm, Mark, I think we discussed this.” Kiara’s voice droned into his ear. “Cindy wants to show off her tits. She wants the photos. She’s into a PG experience. Maybe an R. She talks a big game, but she’s had sex with exactly one guy, ever. I said I’d make her amenable to you, but you’re pushing it.”

Mark leaned forward, and she grabbed his cock in her small fist. She licked it. He had to pee, but it was only a minor inconvenience. He could hold off. What he really, really needed to do was cum. He watched her dutifully fill her mouth with the head of his cock. Maybe he should wish for his dick to be smaller. And he should wish for her to be enjoying this a bit more.

Before he could begin his requests, a voice rang in his head. “Y’know, This wasn’t our agreement. I’m going to keep bothering you.“

“Shut up!”

Cindy, looked up, surprised. She pointed at the cock in her mouth as if to indicate she hadn’t been saying anything, that her mouth was full. She rolled her eyes. Even numbed, she kept her sense of humor.

“Oh, sorry, I’ve got Tourette’s. Words just pop out. Can’t help myself.”

Cindy went back to work.

“Mark,” the voice continued, “back off. Let her take her own selfies. Hell, give her the camera as a gift. Plenty more where that came from. She’ll think you’re nice.”

The blow job wasn’t working out. Her jaw was too small, and she was using lots of teeth. He realized he’d be better off fucking her. “Stand up.” Cindy stood. This would work, he thought, but his need to pee was growing. Bladder, bladder. I wish for my urine to go away. No answer. He slipped out of Cindy’s mouth. He’d never had that feeling hit him so quickly, and he’d barely had anything to drink all morning. Kiara!

“Hey Cindy. Take off all your clothes. Take some selfies. I’ll be back.” He handed her the camera. He tried to stick himself back into his pants, but his cock didn’t easily fit.

Click, click.

Cindy was taking photos of him. She looked more alert. She was topless, and her jeans were unbuttoned, but she was now focused on capturing this strange new man.

Mark was ****. He thought he was going to pop. He just had to pee. He only had seconds. He whipped open the door and lunged headlong into a young woman who was walking down the hall. They banged together loudly. Mark clutched at the woman, trying to keep her upright, but his feet got tangled and he landed ass first onto the carpeted hallway.

Being a former gymnast with an elite sense of balance, the blond woman kept her feet. She looked down. “Mark!”

“Allison!”

“Wow.” She smiled at him with focused attention, with fondness, perhaps even with love. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Movement caught her eye, and Allison looked into the study carrel to see a young woman hop once and slam the door. The other woman was topless, and she’d hopped because her jeans and panties were bunched at her knees.

Stunned, Allison looked down at Mark, who had propped himself up on his elbows. He seemed frozen. Tears welled in Allison’s eyes as she looked first at Mark’s face and then at his crotch, where she watched as his erection faded, only to be replaced by a dark dot, which rapidly expanded into a broad circle of wetness that soaked his jeans and smelled distinctly of urine.