For the past month and some, I had been avoiding Jaxx as much as possible, and had been mostly successful. Aside from the odd encounter during lunch or traveling between classes, where he would pepper Natalie and I with crude come-on's and insults, I had no interactions with him. He kept me awake most nights, coming home late and loudly fucking the brains out of whoever he brought home; but improbably he was gone or in a deep sleep every time I awoke. I was always relieved, and would take the excuse to grab everything I needed and sneak out. I spent less and less time working in 001, instead opting to set up in a library or with Natalie at a coffee shop.
But they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and as I spent more time with Cindy in makeup and girls' clothes, I began to wonder more and more what Jaxx was up to, why he was leaving me alone so much. And a little part of me, stuffed way down deep, was... I don't know. I tried not to think about it.
And then I had an experience with Jaxx that would more than remind me of how little I enjoyed his attention. Unfortunately, that experience also ended up being the first in a line of dominoes which lead to a level of depravity I wouldn't believe, if I hadn't lived it myself.
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It was the middle of October, and though I'd been at college for less than two full months, it felt like my old life was ages in the past. I spent all my time bouncing between Cindy and Natalie; Sami and Sam. Any time I had left was spent on homework. It wasn't enough time, and no matter how much work I completed I couldn't seem to gain ground in my classes.
One afternoon, I was sneaking around the top floor of one of the science buildings on campus. I had a class on the ground floor, and had crept up there I searching for an isolated bathroom to send Cindy a 'panty check' text. I hadn't responded all day, distracted by a playful but heated argument with Natalie about which MST3K 'host' was better. I knew that I was going to regret it. Cindy always went as hard on my ass as the first spanking she gave me, and I was aching in anticipation of the punishment I knew was coming later that evening.
It wasn't really sure if I was allowed on this floor, which was why I was sneaking around. However, the floor seemed totally deserted, all empty hallways and dark offices. I had tried a number of shadowy rooms and unmarked wooden doors, but had no luck finding a bathroom. Then I spotted a pair of identical doors, clearly marked. Finally.
I rushed over to the doors, anxious to finally get the text sent to Cindy, so I could go home for the afternoon. Jaxx was usually out on Friday afternoons (beginning his weekend festivities) and they were one of the few times I had 001 to myself, unafraid of Jaxx's return. I pulled open the heavy wooden door, which squeaked slightly as it opened, only to hear a strange, repetitive, wet smacking sound.
*Gluck gluck gluck gluck*
I couldn't identify the sound, but I knew I had heard it before. A feeling in my gut told me I should turn around and find a different bathroom, but my curiosity got the best of me. The door opened into a small hallway, and I had to step down a few feet in order to peer around the corner. The bathroom itself was a small communal one, two stalls, three urinals, with white tiles and vomit green walls. Bathroom utilities were all located on one wall of the room; the opposite was mostly windows, lined security glass that let the afternoon light into the room in rays across the floor.
At first, I was confused—I couldn't see an obvious culprit for the sound, yet it continued louder. It didn't take me long to notice one of the stalls had its door swung out, instead of sitting closed. On the edge of the door was a single large hand, grasping firmly, knuckles white.
Then the heavy wooden bathroom door which had been slowly swinging closed slammed shut. It produced a loud bang that made me jump out of my skin, and echoed off the tiles of the room resoundingly. In reaction, a head swung itself out of the stall to look at the entrance, staring right at me.
"Who the fuck is—haha, hey Pussy!"
It was Jaxx. When he first swung his square jaw around the door, he had a look of bored annoyance, as if a fly had circled one too many times and was about to meet his palm. But as soon as he identified me, his face twisted into that cocky smirk which haunted me. His steely grey eyes were cold amidst his movie-star good looks, and I couldn't help but think of the dead eyes of a snake hypnotising prey.
"I-I... Uh... I... Uhmm... Wha... Sorry..." I stammered and stuttered meekly, my eyes flitting from Jaxx to the floor, the ceiling, the sinks, the windows; anywhere but his self-possessed, smug expression. I raised both of my hands and slowly walked backwards until my back bumped against the cold tile wall. As I spoke, the sound that had lured me in continued; now I recognised it for what it was, as Jaxx rocked slowly in place.
*Gluck shluck gluck shluck*
"What the fuck, you just gonna stand here and watch, little pervert?"
Jaxx voice shocked me out of my trailing off excuses. I was suddenly reminded of Natalie, who so fervently hated Jaxx. Natalie could be very... unpleasant, sometimes. If you disagreed with her or said something that angered her, she was a real bitch. Her greatest weapon was an acute and quick wit when dealing with me and anyone else. Her jabs were barbed, aim perfect. Yet before Jaxx's rampant masculinity she was rendered speechless, disarmed.
In that moment, I decided that I would do what even Natalie couldn't; I was going to stand up to Jaxx. I was going to tell him how fucked up it was to openly have sex in this random bathroom. How it wasn't perverted for me to be shocked by his obscene violations of public decency. He had gone too far this time!
"You know what Jaxx? You're the fucking pe--
"SHUT the FUCK up."
My voice had gone high-pitched in my surprise and frustration, and I had raised it louder than I intended to be heard over the continued noise that echoed around us. His deep barked command cut through my shrill whine, and I could hear the sound of my teeth clacking together as my jaw slammed shut in surprise at the firmness of his tone. His smirk had transformed into to creased brow and grimace, and he maintained intense eye contact with me as he reached up to grip the wall of the stall, both hands white knuckle gripped on the stall. He began thrusting violently with his pelvis. His body was just out of my sight, but I could tell by the sound that someone was getting a real mouthful.
*Gluck gluck gluck gluck*
"Unn unnn UNGH" His grunts were deep and rumbling. He leaned back, looking down at the floor in front of him, then looked back up at me around the edge of the stall, grin renewed and wide across his face. "If you're gonna stick around, PUSSY, you might as well come take a look."
I cringed as he emphasised the curse with a deep thrust of his pelvis that he held, provoking gagging and choking from whatever poor girl was being face-fucked. Now that I had experienced it, being on the end of a cock shoved in your mouth, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Jaxx's victim. His cock was even bigger than Cindy's fake one—as Natalie had said, it had to just be more painful for the girl. Maybe this poor girl was in some situation like me, only ensnared by the cruel Jaxx instead of the warm and caring Cindy.
It was for that noble reason (I told myself then) that I didn't turn back and walk the few steps out of the bathroom. Instead, I edged towards the wall of windows, a morbid curiosity about the girl impaled on Jaxx's spear moving my feet and stirring my tiny penis in my cute little panties. I didnt—couldn't—tear my eyes away from Jaxx as I moved and more of him came into view. I immediately noticed he was completely naked, and even though I'd seen him working out before, his musclebound physique and the thin sheen of sweat that covered his whole body nearly took my breathe away. His muscles rippled and flowed under tan skin, and I felt my knees weaken in awe of his naked dominance.
He was driving away at the girl's head, but she was not resisting or struggling in anyway. In fact, as I came around the corner of the stall, she was rapidly bobbing her head forward and back in time with his thrusts deep into her throat. She was also naked, and squatted before him; thick, toned thighs spread and big-enough, perky tits swinging gracefully with their coupling. Spit and pre-cum were dripping in heavy strands down her tits and her tight, flat stomach. It was moments before I was able to rip my eyes from the body of the gorgeous girl serving Jaxx with glee; so much for her being like me. When I saw her face, my knees DID give way, and I fell awkwardly into the wall, barely remaining standing.
Aurora had her hands on the back of Jaxx's thighs, and was pulling herself forward onto his cock, her mouth spread wide around the swollen shaft as she forced herself down nearly to the hilt. She gagged and gurgled each time, faintly humming while she worshipped. Her saucer-wide bright-blue eyes never left Jaxx, even as she continued to spear herself all the way down his erect manhood.
