Part 5
All parties involved are over 18 years of age, all acts described are between adults.
I left my dorm. I was walking through campus, past all the largest buildings.
It had been three weeks since I had gone to the hotel and come back empty handed. It had been a week since I was able to tell Sir.
"Where have you been? When am I getting my cut, bitch?"
That was the first thing Sir said to me, after messaging me over and over again that week. I didn't know what to say, I was so ashamed. I thought for a while it was over what I did, going out and whoring myself out. But really that didn't bother as much as getting tricked. It took me a few days to realize that the crappy clothes that he gave me were just bargain brands on clearance. He probably spent less than $100 on the whole ordeal and I did all of that for him.
I was now passing the auxiliary buildings. The sun had set an hour or so ago.
I didn't know how to say I had that dumb to Sir. I didn't know how he would respond, and I had grown to not try to upset him. When I did tell him how it all went, he didn't speak to me for two days, but read all my messages. I was really unsure if he would ever get back to me.
"You kept it all didn't you, sissy"
"No, Sir! I promise! I didn't get a cent! He was gone when I got out of the shower!"
"If you kept it all, then why even message me? It's not like I'm going to fuck with you anymore."
"Sir, I didn't keep it! There was nothing to keep!"
It went on like this for a while. I would swear up and down that I was telling the truth, and Sir would not believe me.
"If I had it I would have come right to you and given it to you, Sir."
"How could you be so stupid? You let him out of your sight without the money, and now I have nothing to show for it."
This too went on for a while as I was going through the sports fields now.
"I promise I'll make it up to you, Sir!"
"Oh, will you now?"
"...Yes? How can I do that?"
"You're going to make it up to me alright. You're going to earn all that I was promised back."
"...by servicing you, Sir?"
"Guess again, sissy."
I was now at my destination. There was an old mobile office right on the edge of campus that had been there for years. Word on the street was that a construction company left the trailer behind after a job, but no one seemed to know why. Or care, really. At that point, it was then really only used for one thing. The trailer door was "unlocked". That is to say, the door's original locks were smashed through the frame and every attempt to seal the trailer with chains and padlocks had been torn open somehow or another. I opened the door and stepped inside. Inside, the trailer was mostly bare as even the furniture had been taken by students over the years needing new desks or a chair. But, a supply closet remained.
The closet door was not original to the trailer. The new one looked like it had been installed as some engineering student's senior project. It had a line shaped hole cut in the center, what looked like 3 feet up, and the hole was about 1 foot long itself, being 3 inches wide. There was a plastic bottle of the cheapest vodka I knew of strung to the outside of the door. The bottle had a spray attachment screwed into it, and I soon understood why.
The hole itself was lined with a clearly custom designed opening of sorts. It was made of the same silicone kinds that dildos and pocket pussies are made of, and while it covered the edges of the cut in the door, it also had two flaps that joined in the middle. Soft enough anything could pass through comfortably, but rigid enough that you couldn't see past whatever slid in. Not that it mattered much, the room itself was pitch black when the door was closed.
When the door was open, however, and you could see inside, there were some minor decorations and comforts. There was another bottle, for both parties to sanitize, I guessed. The walls were lined with graffiti, so and so sucks and clearly swallows, professor whos-their-name can eat my ass, for a good time call, etc.
The more interesting bits were the names of certain frats and sororities. There were rampant rumors that one sorority in particular made their pledges do time in this supply closet as part of their hazing. There were also equally rampant rumors that every other house did the same thing and just spread rumors about the other sororities. There was also the more realistic but less exciting rumor that none of the sororities did any such thing, and that this closet was almost exclusively used by men, and the occasional girl who you wouldn't want to be serviced by in any other way.
