Part 3: My ass, my mouth, my job
No, the guidance counselor didn't fuck me. Though, I would have let him. But, that says more about me than it does about him. What he did do was praise my on stage performance and say I the most enthusiastic "volunteer" so far. He complimented my dick taking abilities and described how my life would be from there on out.
There was a lot to take in and, honestly, not all of it was important or interesting, but a few of the points were:
1. My role as a campus cumdump would be facilitated via a phone app. I'd have 6 "regulars" that would rotate every couple of weeks. I was still bound to please anyone else in the student body or staff that wanted me, but these 6 would have to take priority. Education would still remain important, so I would be "off" during classes.
2. My cock was going to be locked in a chastity cage as my enjoyment was secondary and this would ensure I was always horny and enthusiastic about sex. He had me slip this one and pocketed the key.
3. This life would be my new "job." I'd been working at the campus bookstore, but that job would end. To further cement that I was basically a prostitute, I would be paid. I could also accept tips.
4. I was to keep my body shaved and clean. My wardrobe could be decided by my regulars and that a collection of different outfits, including women's clothing, was going to be delivered to me shortly.
5. I would no longer live in my solo dorm, but be housed with another "sub" in a studio apartment that would allow more space for "entertaining." My stuff was being moved as we spoke.
The day had taken a lot out of me so I was pleasantly surprised to see that my bed was queensized. After a brief tour of the place and introduction to my new roommate, Brian, I collapsed into the head and immediately fell into a nap.
I woke up at around 6 PM to the sound of my phone making an unusual chime. Two of my "regulars" were sending a notification that they were on their way over. They wanted drinks ready and wanted me in a thong and bra. Their ETA was 10 minutes.
I rushed out of bed in a frenzy and looked into my closet for the box of women's underwear, moving aside boxes of short shorts, dildos, and lube. Finally finding it, I quickly slipped on a pink thong and, with some trouble, a matching bra.
I ran out to the living room to find Brian on his knees giving a blowjob while a buttplug was stuck in his ass. I stopped for a bit, but then realized this was a reality I had to get used to...fast.
I quickly made two Jack n Cokes and brought them into the bedroom. I ran back to take a swig from the bottle, feeling uncomfortable in women's clothes but still aroused as evidenced by erection struggling against my cage.
The doorbell rang and I went to answer it, letting in my regulars Todd and Chad. As their names may suggest, they were jock frat types and they were dressed like it with ball caps and sports jackets.
"Aww yeah, can't wait to pipe this plumper" Todd said as he groped my ass. "Where's our drinks?"
I led them to the bedroom, only stopping so they could cheer on Brian and the dude, presumably someone they knew, who was fucking his ass.
"We should book that fag next" Chad said, grabbing his crouch and laughing.
