The situation goes from bad to worse

Well this day isn't turning out how you expected! You've gone from tarting it up in the library to having your little kitty stuffed full of gross janitor pole to your predicament now: stuck in a bucket with a mess on your fast. You can feel the cold moisture at the bottom of the bucket against your soft ass cheeks. Your boobs are mashed into your knees and your legs are dangling over the side of the bucket uncomfortably.

If it were just a regular bucket you could get out easy, but it's on wheels and when you try to **** yourself out the bucket rolls backwards in response and knocks some bottles of cleaner off the shelf.

"Ahhh," you cry as cold, strong-smelling wood oil gushes out over your breasts and knees. It oozes down your legs and pools in the bucket around your cold butt. It won't be the first time you've gone out looking for fun and come home smelling like a basketball court and spunk. Last time it involved two star players from the basketball team and you didn't end up stuck in a damn bucket.

That smelly spunk is a problem too. You've wiped it out of your eyes but Len really did a number on you. Your lips are covered with salty dollops and you can feel it dripping from your nose, oozing down your cheeks, your chin and even your earlobe. If you start screaming for help you're going to be quite a sight for whoever comes to get you.

You can just barely see through your watery, stinging eyes, but you think you know where your phone fell. You reach your purse and see the damn card Len stuffed in there. Then you remember your phone isn't even in your purse. You dropped it trying to listen in on Brandon. Is he still out there? With effort you scoot the bucket over to the spot where your phone fell and lean sideways. The bucket almost tips but you catch yourself and get the phone. It isn't easy with all that wood oil everywhere.

The audio is still recording on the phone. As you move your finger to turn it off your finger slips. You hit send. OH GOD! You hit send! You just sent a fifteen minute recording of you getting fucked and taking a facial from the janitor. But who did you send it to?

Frantically you check your message history. Your eyes bulge from your head as you realize what you have done. You sent the audio to...