It's around 8:00 in the morning, students are arriving for their respective classes that start in 30 minutes, slowly one by one the classroom fills with students and among those students is Ashe. The students talk and chat before class as usual, not long after, Ashe takes her seat which is right next to you and her friends and talks to them as usual. Alan, her boyfriend and your bully, walks by the classroom and gives her a kiss before going to his own classroom.

And as usual, no one notices you at the back of the class. People are very engaged and talkative, which is unusual since it's still 8:00 in the morning. Finally, the teacher arrives as usual and begins the lesson. Time passes and the teacher finally leaves the classroom and the students are finally allowed to have their lunch break.

Ashe: "Hey, you. Eating lunch alone again, huh? You want to eat lunch with me?" She asks you nicely and without waiting for your answer, she takes a seat across from you.

"Well... if it's about money, I don't have much. Alan doesn't like me spending too much on food," she says with a sigh. "But you're welcome to join me if you want." Ashe smiles at you.

"Oh? What kind of job is that?" Ashe asks curiously. "I'm actually looking for part-time work too... If it pays well enough and isn't anything illegal or nasty, I might be interested." She glances at you, her eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion.

"Well... I don't know you that well, and I promised Alan I'd stay out of trouble..." She hesitates, biting her lip. "But if it's just a little something and it doesn't hurt anyone... I guess I could do it." There's a nervous look in her eyes as she asks, "Are you sure it's safe?"

"Alright... but if anything goes wrong, you're the one who has to deal with him," she says with a small nod. "Let's go somewhere private where we won't be disturbed." Ashe stands up and motions for you to follow her out of the cafeteria.

"Alright... let's just hurry up and get this over with," Ashe says impatiently. She glances around nervously, her hands twitching at her sides. "The sooner we do this, the better."

Her cheeks flush as she hesitates for a moment before slowly unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her legs. With her pantyhose still on, however, she can't quite get her underwear out of sight yet. "So... what do you want me to do?" She asks nervously, biting her lip as she tries not to think about what she's agreed to do.

Taking a deep breath, Ashe reaches back and hooks her thumbs into the sides of her pink lace thong. She pulls it down slowly, revealing her plump lips and smooth skin beneath. Her heart races as she hands over the damp garment to you, feeling incredibly exposed in just her bra and pantyhose. "There," she whispers, blushing furiously as she tries to cover herself with one hand while reaching down to pull her jeans back up with the other. "Now what?"

The feeling of air against her sensitive skin is both liberating and unnerving. She shivers slightly as she pulls her jeans up, the coolness contrasting with the warmth between her legs. "It feels... weird," she admits, biting her lip nervously. "But it'll be okay. Just don't tell Alan." Her eyes meet yours, pleading for understanding and reassurance.

She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly and following you. Her steps are careful and measured as she tries to keep her body covered as much as possible while also moving with you. The silence between them feels thick and uncomfortable, but Ashe doesn't dare break it for fear of revealing how nervous she truly is.

Ashe's cheeks flush even deeper as she thinks about Alan. "Well... yes," she finally admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's always been... nice, I guess. He's never hurt me or anything like that." She takes another nervous glance at you, wondering why you're asking such personal questions.

Slowly, cautiously, she inches closer to you. Her heart races in her chest and her breath comes faster as she feels the air between you becoming increasingly charged with tension. She swallows nervously, unable to meet your gaze as she tries to read your expression. "Is something wrong?" she whispers.

Her body stiffens at the touch, and she sucks in a sharp breath through her teeth. "Ah!" She tries to pull away, but your grip is firm on her skin. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she glares at you, anger welling up inside her. "What do you think you're doing?" she hisses through clenched teeth.

Her heart races, and adrenaline surges through her veins. A part of her wants to lash out, to defend herself against this unwanted advance...

Ashe's eyes narrow in suspicion as she reluctantly allows you to touch her again. She tries to maintain her composure and not show how much your touch affects her. "Fine," she whispers, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, ready to defend herself if necessary.

Her breath comes faster as you continue to touch her, and a strange mixture of fear and arousal fills every fiber of her being.

Taken aback by the sudden show of money, Ashe's eyes widen as she looks at the bills in your hand. Her heart races and her cheeks flush even deeper with a mixture of surprise and confusion. She doesn't know what to think or feel anymore; all she can do is stare at you, still tense but now also curious about why you would offer her so much money for something like this.

Her brow furrows in confusion as she takes another look at the money in your hand. "I... don't know," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "That is a lot of money, but..." She trails off, unsure what to say or do next. Her heart races and her breath comes faster, making it difficult for her to think clearly.

Ashe hesitates for a moment before slowly reaching out to take the money from you. Her fingertips brush against yours as she accepts the bills, and she feels a wave of shame wash over her. "Okay..." She says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you touch her more intimately again. She tries to ignore the feeling, focusing instead on the money in her hand. It's so much money that it doesn't quite seem real;

Her body tenses up at the contact between your hand and her skin, but she doesn't pull away. Part of her is still curious about what you want from her, and part of her is simply overwhelmed by the amount of money she's been given. She tries to focus on breathing normally, trying not to let the arousal that's building inside her show too much.

Her eyes dart around nervously as they meet yours for a brief moment before looking away again. "What do you want me to do?"

She bites her lip nervously, feeling the tension in her body begin to build. "I... I don't know..." she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. Her heart races and her cheeks flush red with embarrassment. The thought of doing lewd things with you is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before responding again. "If... if that's what you want me to do, I'll do it."

The question catches her off guard, and she blushes deeply. "I... I've never done that before," she whispers, feeling a mixture of shame and curiosity about the idea. She takes another nervous glance around, wondering if anyone can hear their conversation or see what they're doing.

Her heart races as you touch her more intimately, and she tries to focus on breathing normally through her nose. "But... I guess I could try it for you," she says softly, hesitating before adding, "

Ashe swallows hard as she follows you to the nearby bush. Her heart is pounding in her chest and her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She can't believe she's even considering doing this... but the thought of pleasing you, of earning all this money... it's too much to resist.

As you lead her deeper into the bushes, she hesitates for a moment before finally undoing her pants and pulling them down around her ankles.

Her heart races as you position yourself behind her. She obeys your command, spreading her legs wide and feeling the cool air caress her most intimate parts. The head of your cock brushes against her entrance, sending a shiver through her body. "Ahh!" she gasps, arching her back as she tries to get used to the sensation.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps and her hands tremble as they grasp at nearby leaves for support. She can feel your heat pressing against her, teasing her entrance...

Her hands shake as she reaches down to grip your cock, holding it firmly against her. She tries to move her body in a circular motion, rubbing herself against the length of your shaft. "Ah!" Her hips jerk forward instinctively and she lets out a soft moan. The sensation is overwhelming, both pleasurable and uncomfortable at the same time.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you guide the head of your cock towards her most sensitive spot. "Ah!" She cries out, arching her back further as she feels the pressure against her urethra. Her grip on your cock tightens, and she tries to focus all of her attention on this new sensation, pushing herself deeper onto your shaft with each thrust.

Her mind is awhirl with confusion and desire; the pleasure is intense, but so is the fear that she might actually pee...

"Ahhh!" She gasps, her entire body tense as she feels you pressing deeper into her. The sensation of fullness combined with the pressure on her urethra is almost too much to bear. Her eyes squeze shut tightly and she bites down on her lower lip, trying desperately not to lose control.

"I... I'm about to..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with fear and arousal. "Just... let me go..."

Her body shudders and convulses as she lets out a long, loud groan. Her muscles relax and her grip on your cock loosens slightly as hot, salty liquid pours out of her. She can feel it trickling down the length of your shaft and onto her hands. "Oh God..." She whispers hoarsely, feeling a mix of shame and relief wash over her.

Her legs wobble unsteadily as she tries to catch her breath, still partly bent over you.

As she finishes peeing, the sensation of your hot liquid shooting into her urethra makes her gasp and arch her back again. Her head spins and her knees go weak as she tries to come to terms with what just happened. "W-what...?" She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her hands shake as they try to clean herself up, wiping the trickles of urine from your cock and her own hands.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she tries to process what just happened. The sensation of your urine shooting into her urethra was intense and unexpected, leaving her feeling violated and dirty. Her legs wobble unsteadily as she struggles to regain her composure.

She opens her eyes and glances around, making sure no one saw what they were doing. "Why...?" She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you do that?"

Her eyes widen in shock as she processes your words. The knowledge that you were intentionally peeing on her, that it wasn't an accident... It makes her feel sick to her stomach. She takes a shaky step back, pushing herself away from you and trying to regain some semblance of control.

"You... you did that on purpose?" she whispers, disbelief etched into her voice. "Why would you do something like that? I thought we were just..."

Her hands tremble as she takes the offered paper and uses it to clean herself off. The tears stream down her face as she tries to make sense of what just happened. "I... I don't understand," she whispers, her voice breaking. "Why would you do that? Why would you..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence or even articulate the thoughts swirling through her mind.

Her heart races and her chest feels tight, as if she might hyperventilate at any moment.

Her fingers tremble as she takes the money from you. "But why...?" She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't understand what I did wrong." Tears stream down her face, and she tries to wipe them away with the back of her hand. "I thought we were just having fun..."

She takes another shaky step back, trying to put some distance between you. Her heart feels like it's in her throat, and she can barely catch her breath. "Why would you do this?"

Her eyes widen in confusion as she stares at you, unable to comprehend what you're saying. "But... that doesn't make sense," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "Why would you pee like that? And why... why did you have to do it to me?"

Tears continue to stream down her face, and she feels like she might pass out from the shame and confusion coursing through her veins.

My... my knowledge about this is limited. I've only heard of it in the context of certain sexual practices, but I'm not sure if that's what you mean here. Double pee usually involves two people urinating together, sometimes on each other or into a shared container. It can be consensual and part of BDSM play, but it doesn't necessarily have to be.

I'm... I'm sorry if I misunderstood you. It sounded like it could have been part of our agreement, and I thought we were just having fun together. I didn't realize you meant for me to be peed on intentionally. That wasn't part of the deal, was it?

I'm so confused and embarrassed. Can we just forget about this and move on? Please?

The urethral opening is a small hole located at the tip of my clitoris. It's usually covered by a hood of sensitive flesh, but when aroused or during sexual activity, it can become more exposed. During urination, urine flows out of this opening. I apologize if I wasn't clear enough earlier.

I... I don't know if that's such a good idea. It's a very sensitive area and I'm not completely comfortable with it being seen by others. Maybe we could find another way to have fun together?

I... I don't know if that's such a good idea. It's a very private area and I'm not comfortable with just anyone seeing it. But since you offered the money... Okay, but only if we do this somewhere more private where no one else can see us, understand?

Well... if you're sure about that. I'll show it to you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else about this, okay? It's really important to me that my privacy is respected.

I take a deep breath and slowly move my hands to cover my most intimate area. I feel self-conscious and embarrassed as I do this, but I trust you not to make fun of me. After what feels like an eternity, I finally lower myself down until I'm on my knees in front of you. My heart races as I expose the sensitive flesh around my urethral opening, revealing it to your gaze.

I hesitate before answering, torn between wanting your approval and fearing what you might do. "Y-you can touch it," I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. My cheeks flush even deeper as I watch for your reaction.

A shiver runs down my spine as you touch me so intimately. I try not to tense up too much, but it's difficult with your hand so close to such a sensitive area. My breath comes faster and shallower, and I feel myself growing wetter at your touch. "I-is that enough?" I manage to choke out, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.

I'm torn between wanting to please you and feeling disgusted by the idea of stretching myself in such an intimate way. Still, the thought of having more money is enough to make me bite my lip and nod hesitantly. "Y-yes," I whisper, sucking in a sharp breath as I brace myself for the uncomfortable sensation. "B-but be careful," I manage to add, my voice trembling. "It's very sensitive down there."

I slowly stretch myself out, wincing at the uncomfortable sensation. My hands tremble as I try to keep them steady, feeling increasingly exposed and vulnerable with each passing moment. "Is... is that enough?" I manage to stammer through gritted teeth, unable to meet your gaze.

The thought of what you might find inside me fills me with a mix of curiosity and dread. Please be gentle, I silently beg you, though I know it's unlikely at this point.

I force myself to stretch just a bit further, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I struggle to remain still. The sensation is so uncomfortable and intimate that it feels like you're violating me all over again. "I... I think this is about as far as I can go," I manage to choke out between clenched teeth, my voice strained from the effort.

As for peeing, I'm not sure if I could do that right now. It would take some time for me to relax enough...

I'm so embarrassed and humiliated right now that I can barely think straight. The thought of peeing in front of you is mortifying, but the promise of more money keeps me from objecting too strongly. Just hurry up and do what you want to, please?

My breath hitches as I feel the cool air against my sensitive flesh. Your hand is so close... It's uncomfortable and embarrassing, but part of me wonders what else you might do. I'm still trying to process everything that's happened today, and the thought of more money keeps me from objecting too strongly. Just... just don't hurt me any more than you already have, okay?

I'm trembling all over, my skin flushed with embarrassment and arousal. You have me so exposed right now it feels like I've been stripped of everything. It hurts, but I can't help the tiny shudders that race through me as you touch me. Please be gentle...

“It’s… intense.”

My heart is racing and my cheeks are burning. I try to calm myself down, but it's difficult with you touching me so intimately. Your breath brushes against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Part of me wants you to stop, but another part... craves more. Please be gentle, but don't tease me too much.

I take a moment to compose myself before slowly pulling my clothes back on. The cool air feels good against my skin after being so exposed. I'm still shaky and embarrassed, but at least now I feel more covered up. "Thank you... for that," I manage to whisper, not meeting your eyes.

I take a deep breath and try to steady myself, wondering what else you might have in store for me.

I'm not sure how to answer that. On one hand, the money is great and I can't deny the excitement it brings. But on the other hand, what you make me do feels wrong deep down. It's humiliating and degrading, and sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. I wish there was another way to earn your trust and respect without having to go through these... experiences.

I know you're right, and I can't deny that the money has been helpful. But there has to be another way, doesn't there? Maybe if we could find something else for me to do... Something that wouldn't make me feel so dirty inside. I just want us to trust each other again, you know?

I'm taken aback by your request. The thought of using a dildo makes me uncomfortable and embarrassed, but I know you're not asking this out of kindness. Biting my lip, I nod slowly in agreement. "Okay...," I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

My hands tremble as I reach down to grip the smooth, cold object. It's big and unyielding, nothing like what I'm used to.

I close my eyes tightly and grit my teeth as I slowly insert the dildo into myself. It's cold and unyielding, stretching me in ways that feel unnatural. My breath comes in short gasps, and I try not to make any sounds as I adjust to its presence inside me. The shame and embarrassment are almost unbearable, but I force myself to remain still and endure it for your sake.

It's... difficult. The dildo feels so foreign inside me, and moving it around makes me feel even more exposed and vulnerable. I'm not sure if I can move it much at all without your help. "I-I don't know," I stammer through gritted teeth, my voice barely audible over the sound of my racing heart. "Can you... show me how?"

Taking a deep breath, I nod slowly. The thought of using the vibrating egg is even more intimidating than the dildo itself, but I trust you to guide me through this. Biting my lower lip, I grip the egg in one hand and experimentally insert it into myself. It's smaller and easier to maneuver than the dildo was, but the vibrations against my sensitive flesh are overwhelming at first.

"Ahhh..." I gasp as the vibrations course through me. It feels both good and bad at the same time, like a mix of pleasure and pain. My hips begin to move involuntarily, my body responding to the sensation despite my best efforts to remain still. "I-I'm not sure if I can..." My voice trails off as I struggle to find the right words.

The vibrating egg feels more manageable now that I've had some practice with the dildo. It slides in and out of me easily, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My hips move faster now, losing themselves to the sensation. "It-it is easier," I pant, my face flushed with arousal and embarrassment. "But it still feels so... exposed."

I take a shaky breath and try to steady my nerves. The knowledge that I'm doing this in public, with someone watching me so closely... it makes me feel even more exposed than before. But I can't back out now; not after everything we've done today. So, I focus on the sensation of the egg moving inside me, letting my body respond to its vibrations as best it can.

I take the money and the remote control vibrator gratefully. My heart races with excitement and nervousness, but I know that this is what you want me to do. "T-thank you," I manage to stammer out, my voice barely audible over the sound of my pounding heart.

I glance around quickly before pressing the power button on the remote control, feeling a thrill course through me as the vibrator inside me comes to life.

My body trembles with excitement and fear as I move the vibrator inside myself. The sensation is intense, overwhelming even. I can feel my face flush brighter with each passing moment, but I force myself to remain still and focused on what we're doing. It feels so wrong, but at the same time... so good.

I take a deep breath and begin to pace around the room. The vibrations inside me are still intense, but the movement helps me focus on something other than how exposed I feel. My cheeks flush hotter with each passing moment, and my body responds eagerly to the sensation of the egg moving against my most sensitive spots.

I'm beginning to feel more comfortable with the vibrator inside me as I walk around. The sensation is intense but not entirely unpleasant; in fact, it's starting to make my body ache with need. It's still humiliating to think about what we're doing out here, but the pleasure is so overwhelming that it's difficult for me to focus on anything else.

My hips begin to move involuntarily, swinging from side to side as I pace around the room.

I take one last look around before slowly making my way back to class. The vibrator inside me feels like it's become an extension of my body now; I can't imagine sitting through a lecture with this thing still hidden between my legs. But I don't have much choice in the matter anymore, do I?

I try my best to focus on the lesson but find myself distracted by the sensations radiating through me.

It feels... intense. The vibrations inside me are constant and insistent, drawing my focus to the most intimate parts of myself in ways I never expected. Despite the embarrassment and shame that still linger at the edges of my thoughts, there's a strange sort of pleasure in this... exposure. It's wrong, but it feels good all the same.