You're out of food.

“Oops,” says Anya, “the bag is empty! Looks like little Paulie doesn’t have any food left.”

“Oh my God!” Kerry puts a delicate little hand to her mouth. “What will he eat for lunch if he doesn’t have any food?”

They look at you expectantly. Tentatively you say, “I have money I could buy lunch with?”

Anya wags her head. “We’d better check to see if you have enough. Pull out your wallet.”

You want to protest, but the two girls start running their hands up and down the insides of your thighs. Your brain is mush. After a moment you pull your wallet out of your pants and open it. There’s thirty-one dollars inside.

“Oh dear,” says Kerry theatrically. “That’s not nearly enough.” She reaches into your wallet and pulls out the thirty dollars. She’s right, the one remaining dollar isn’t enough to buy lunch.

Anya puts a finger under your chin and turns your head so that you stare into her dark eyes. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you. We’ll take goooood care of you. Just come see us at lunch time.”

“But,” Kerry turns your face back to hers, “don’t come immediately. We’ll need a little time, first. Spend the first half of lunch jacking off in the bathroom while you think about eating us out.”

“I… I…” you stammer, “I can’t do that!”

She smiles pityingly at you. “Awww, is the little baby worried he won’t be able to get it up again? Don’t worry, we’ll help you with that, too. Anya? Do you have that ribbon I loaned you?”

“Good idea!” Anya fishes around in her purse and pulls out a long, red ribbon. She ties it around the base of your dick tightly. “Now don’t try to take this off. We’ll know if you do.”

The bus pulls to a stop. You look out the window and realize that you’re at school. The girls get up and walk towards the front of the bus, leaving you with a huge, exposed hard-on that won’t go down.

“Bye Pauuuul!” they say in unison as they walk away waving at you.