Tiffany.

I stopped masturbating and instead used my hands to hide my shame, girding myself for whatever tongue lashing I was inevitably about to endure. I closed my eyes, embarrassed.

"Oh hey Tiff, is this excited lad with you?" I heard, a young female voice, some unknown student. I opened my eyes.

Sure enough, it was my escort. She looked down at me crouched on the floor, lightly shaking her head in bemusement at my frightened stance.

"Yeah, he's with me," she said to the inquiring student, glancing her way. "I'll tell you about it later. Come on, get up. The teacher's not looking."

I rose back to my feet cautiously, using my hands on the floor. Before I had a chance to return them to their busy work, she took my dick in her hand once more.

"Let's hurry, now, Mrs. Olivia awaits." She led me through the crowd of excitedly murmuring girls. No guys here either, I noticed.

"Good thing I found you when I did," Tiffany noted. "That was Mrs. Kuger, I have her for world history, and for... well, some extracurriculars. Let's just say I don't get the impression she likes males very much, and I don't think she'd much appreciate your... situation." She emphasized the last word by goosing my hard-on, and we found ourselves before the entrance to E-Wing.