After cleaning myself up from jacking off in the men's room, I splashed some water on my face. I looked at my face in the mirror, wondering if anyone could tell by looking at it that I have a buttplug in my hole and that I just cummed not five minutes ago. I don't know if anyone would be able to tell, but I could tell. I knew what I just did and what's buried deep in my hole, hidden by my underwear and shorts.
I left the bathroom, trying to be as casual as possible, as staff and students went about their business at the student health clinic. As I made my way towards the exit, Norah and Jessica came into the hallway from a side door. Norah's demeanor was professional, walking past me as if she didn't know me. Jessica, on the other hand, looked at me out of the corner of her eye, and gave me a little smirk.
"What the fuck is going on?" I thought, as if everything was just a weird dream, but the fullness in my asshole told me that this was real. I left the clinic and made it to my car, while reviewing a mental list of things to do. But, as I sat down in the driver's seat, I shuddered, feeling the plug deeply seated in me and remembering Jessica's words "you better not disappoint us."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" I stammered to myself. I pulled out the prescription slip and post-it note Norah gave me. Taped to the prescription slip was just a computer print out, like a receipt with a series of numbers like PU 0865245 and item # 554. I knew the general area of where I had to go, but to be safe, I entered the address in my smartphone's GPS app. I sighed, "better get this done and over with."
It was a shopping center on the west side of town, amid the outskirts. I've only been there a couple of times to drop off dry-cleaning. I parked right in front of the place, but this couldn't be the place. I was expected a drug store or a medical place. I double checked the address number and it matched. The store had wicker baskets and wicker furniture in the display window and some ferns. I never had been there, because wicker furniture isn't my thing. Maybe there's some sort of orthopedic chair or something I supposed to get, I don't know.
The counterperson was a total slacker, with his crooked baseball cap mashing his mangy hair down. He was on the store phone while texting on his cell phone. Around the store, there were plenty of wicker baskets and chairs, but the display counter contained something else. There were smoking pipes, bongs, hookahs, incense sticks. This place was a head shop! Further back, there was a doorway with a beaded curtain with a "clearance" sign posted a metal stand next to the doorway. Since slacker was taking his time, I parted the curtain and what I saw made my cock tingle.
"Oh shit." A 20" inch purple dildo was displayed right in the middle of the room. There was a glass counter with body jewelry, metal cockrings, glass dildos, metal dongs, nipple clamps. Various adult toys hung from the rack. I left the room quickly.
Slacker boy hung up the phone, giving me a "wuz sup" nod. I handed him the prescription slip. "Pick Up Order 86-52-45." He rummaged under the counter, as I kept shifting my weight from one leg to the next, always feeling the buttplug. He sprang back up and gave me weird grin. "Here you go." He handed me a brown paper supermarket shopping bag, stapled closed, with 865245 written on it with black marker. I took it and quickly left the store. "Does he know?" I wondered if the outline of the base of buttplug or my stirring cock showed through my shorts.
Once safely in my car, I opened the bag and found a brand new black medium buttplug in its packaging, a small leather strap with a buckle in an envelope along with a small luggage padlock unlocked with no key. I reached for the post-it note that Norah had given me with the prescription slip. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the phone number on it. "Don't disappoint us" floated through my head. I dialed the number on my phone, glancing to see that no one in the parking lot was paying any attention.
"Hello?" A woman's voice answered. Was it was Norah, Jess or someone else?
"Uh, hello, um yeah, I was told to call this number after I picked up...uh...a package."
"OH it's you, isn't it? That was quick." I heard a slight chuckle. "I thought you'd call tomorrow. Did you put it in?" It was definitely Norah.
"It's me, but I didn't know I had to....." I trailed off.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in my car, in the parking lot of the place you sent me to"
"Then go to the gas station on the corner. Go in their bathroom and put it in. I have your number from caller ID, go there now. I'll call you back in five minutes. Do it, slut." With that, she hung up the phone.
