"Now be a good girl and live up to everything I promised. I don't want to have to give the fraternity any money back." Was the last thing Professor Gallahay said, stroking the side of Kathren's face a few times before leaving the bathroom and heading for her car.
Every time she had to do some work her mistress had acquired for her Kathren was nervous and this night was no exception. Fifteen minutes earlier she and her mistress had pulled up to the largest frat house on the campus she worked at. While holding her mistresses hand she was led through the ground floor main hall, down the main hallway where the head frat brothers lived, up a long flight of stairs, and into a side bathroom.
Kathren's mood had dropped substantially as soon as she had been brought into the main hall. Her mistress rarely told her many details about her jobs prior to arrival, and the details she was told were vague. Usually all she'd know was what to wear and if she'd need her chastity belt. Since mistress had ordered her to wear her belt to this job, she knew that all she could do to provide pleasure was use her mouth so she had hoped that she had been rented for a small party. The sight of at least several dozen people in the main hall alone made her jaw ache in anticipation.
What little hope of this being an enjoyable job evaporated from her mind as Kathren was lead into the bathroom. "This isn't even a fancy bathroom!" Kathren thought to herself as she stared at the run down prison she would be forced to stay in for the next few hours. For a shared bathroom, it was rather small and under furnished. All the room contained was two urinals and a sink, and she figured that at most four or perhaps five people could fit in the room besides her.
She knew if she wanted the night to be done quickly she had to clear her mind and not think about how humiliating her situation was. If she thought to much about how she looked in a tight green and white cheerleaders outfit – the school colors – or how dirty she looked sitting on the tile floor in-between the two urinals with a leash tied to one or how much of a whore she would sound like when she would "willingly" offer to provide anyone who came in with oral sex... she simply couldn't think about it.
And there she sat, all alone in such a humiliating position. But she wasn't alone for long.
"I think I found a bathroom! I'll be back in a minute... God Janie, you don't have to come in with me. Girls having to go to the restroom together is just a joke guys say to make fun of us.... We came together in a big group, just hang around one of them until I get back.... Fine, wait outside the bathroom door then!" Kathren heard a woman yell from just outside the bathroom shortly before the bathroom door open.
Kathren was surprised that her first potential client was a woman since while there was no "men only" or "men's bathroom" sign on the door, the fact that there were only urinals had lead her to believe she would only see men. She was happily surprised this wasn't the case.
"Damn, this is just a fucked up bathroom for dudes! There's only those cock-drains-thingies." The woman muttered showing quite clearly how much she had already drunk at the party downstairs.
For a moment Kathren wasn't sure what to say. She had thought up a dozen different lines to say to man but hadn't thought of coming up with any for a woman and to top it off it didn't even seem like she had noticed her sitting on the floor yet.
"Well screw it," the woman said as she glanced down at Kathren, "I have to pee and it's not like I'm the only girl in here. Anyway, if a guy can use it then so can we... Right sister?"
Kathren was momentarily speechless. This woman was under the mistaken assumption that Kathren was another drunk student who was simply to tipsy to get up off the floor.
"Umm.... Right I guess." Kathren responded eventually, in a shaky confused tone.
Kathren could feel herself getting wet as she watched the girl get closer to her. She was under orders from her mistress to offer oral service to anyone who came into the room but she found her mouth wouldn't mouth as she looked longingly at the woman's university sweater and then imagined the young, supple breasts that were warmly snuggled beneath them.
"Here goes nothing!" Kathren heard the woman say right before she saw first her blue jeans followed shortly by her thong hit the floor only inches from where Kathren was sitting.
For a moment Kathren thought that she had been mistaken and the woman had realized why Kathren was there. She smiled a little from relief and was about to speak when she heard a tinkling noise.
"See, I knew we could do it!" The woman said half to Kathren and half to herself.
