Carol shifted uncomfortably on her chair, trying to find a position that didn't put pressure on the tail-shaped buttplug that Adam had insisted she wear. The atmosphere at lunch was tense. Probably because of the night before.
From the first night, the boys had made it clear that the plan was for all four of them to engage in group sex on a nightly basis after their individual sessions were done. But it quickly became clear that personality clashes would make group sex difficult.
Last night, Adam brought one of his anal props to the living room for their foursome. Not just any butt plug either, but one in the shape of a fluffy, upturned dog tail. He had excitedly proclaimed that Carol's anal training had come far enough that her butt hole could handle the extra weight of the dog tail toy.
Tory hadn't been very impressed. He never had much patience for Adam's displays of dominance, and this was no exception. For a second, Carol had been afraid that it would come to blows.
Luckily, Ryan had somehow defused the situation. And before she knew it, Carol was riding Ryan's cock, while jacking off the other two men, one in each hand. The anger and tension had rolled in waves off the two men on each side of her and added a frightening layer of danger to the gangbang.
Adam, being his old predictable self, had obnoxiously tried to pull her attention away from Tory and make himself the focus by thrusting into her hand, maintaining a constant stream of dirty talk, and even trying to pressure her into a blowjob. Finally, Tory had snapped at Adam, telling him that he was dogshit at group sex, and everyone had stormed off to their separate rooms for the night.
Carol suspected that group sex sessions probably wouldn't be happening anymore.
Adam had taken his frustrations from last night out on Carol this morning, and once again she was sticky with jizz, conspicuously marked by Adam and sent down as a taunt to the other boys. As usual, Tory and Ryan tried to ignore the arrogant display of Adam's dominance, pretending nothing was wrong. Carol couldn't decide if she wanted them to call Adam out and force him to be nicer, or if she preferred that they stay out of it. No matter what they did, Carol herself certainly wouldn't be able to speak up.
The doorbell rang.
All four of them paused and turned their heads toward the entryway. Ryan's eyes flicked toward Tory. "Salesman?" he asked with a quizzical tone.
Tory shook his head. "When was the last time you saw a door-to-door salesman, dumbass?"
Adam rolled his eyes at the other two and stood, headed toward the stairs. The other three looked at each other for a moment, then stood and followed him. By the time they caught up, Adam was already peering down through one of the front windows. "Old dude," he said matter-of-factly, "With a clipboard. I don't recognize him." Carol looked over his shoulder.
Shit.
Adam might not recognize the older man on the front steps, but she did. Barney Haskell. The man she had met her first day on the job as an RA. "Oh fuck," she said faintly, "The university housing official."
All three boys stared at her in disbelief. Ryan was the first one to recover. "And why is he here, Carol?"
"I... I don't know," Carol admitted. She had been so distracted lately she hadn't been checking her university email very often, which was Mr. Haskell's preferred method of communication. Come to think of it, Carol had been letting a lot of things slip lately. She wondered if it might be a good idea to check her grades...
Tory called her back to reality with a sharp clap of his hands. "Ok, well, without knowing why he's here, we can't safely ignore him," he said with decisive authority. "Carol, hustle upstairs and throw on some clothes to go see what he wants. He's probably here to meet with you after all. We three boys will get put on some clothes and hide out in our rooms. Ok?" He looked around at the other three, for now he played the part of the confident fraternity president once again. Ryan, Adam, and Carol nodded.
By the time Carol threw open the front door, Barney was halfway to his car, preparing to leave with a sour expression. When he saw Carol was finally there, he sighed and tapped his fingers against his clipboard in annoyance. "I'm a busy man Miss Moehn. My email specifically said nine-thirty on the dot," he said peevishly, brushing past Carol into the entryway of the frat house.
"Oh, I, uh..." said Carol, blushing and feeling foolish, "I'm s-sorry sir. I must have forgotten."
Barney raised an eyebrow and gave her an unimpressed look. "You forgot the walkthrough audit? I have to say that I'm shocked, Miss Moehn. I hope you're aware that this evaluation isn't just intended to measure the effectiveness of the program as a whole, but your job performance as well," he said sharply.
Carol felt like a deer in the headlights. She suddenly remembered reading about this in the onboarding materials. The program was supposed to go through a complete audit during the first semester to measure its success and determine if the placement of RAs at frat houses would continue. But when she read the documents that first day, the audit had felt so far away that she didn't even worry about it. And since then she had been a little distracted. "Oh, well, what I meant to say was that I forgot the specific time!" she said desperately.
"Uh-huh," grunted Barney. "The first part of the audit is a short interview. One of the top priorities of this pilot program is for you to act as a good role model." Barney's eyes slowly traced down Carol's body. Carol's face turned pink in mortification. She had thrown on the first clothes she had been able to find in her room, but all of her clothes were slutty these days. She wore a stomach-baring cami top with 'Yes, Daddy!' printed in sparkly letters on the tight pink fabric stretched over her braless tits. For bottoms, she wore tight black spandex shorts, so tiny that half of her ass cheeks hung out. These sorts of clothes felt normal to her now. They even seemed modest considering that she spent most of her time in the house naked. But the disparaging glare of her boss was making her realize anew how revealing and slutty her clothes really were.
Barney's eyes finally made their way back up the her face. "Would you say you've been a good role model, Carol?"
Carol stood looking at her feet, tongue-tied and ashamed. Barney's critical glare said it all. She had been placed here to rein in the frat boys, but instead she had become their slutty pet. It was all to serve the Divine, but Mr. Haskell wouldn't understand that. If she tried to explain, he would just see her as a stupid little bimbo slut. This was the worst time possible to get turned on, but arousal and humiliation were so deeply entwined in Carol's mixed-up brain at this point that she could feel herself growing wet.
Barney shook his head at her awkward silence and viciously scribbled a note on his clipboard. "As you know, meetings to communicate policies are mandatory on at least a monthly basis," said Barney sharply. "Please describe your last meeting and how you covered the topics I communicated by email."
"W-well, um, I actually missed the most recent meeting because..." said Carol shakily. If she remembered correctly, she called one meeting shortly after she moved in. No one had shown up, and shortly after that, she had gotten distracted by her first mission from the Divine. She hadn't even attempted to call a meeting after that, and Barney's emails sat unread in her inbox. Another answer that made her look stupid. In theory, this interview should be humiliating. She was failing in a spectacular fashion that clearly highlighted her incompetence.
So why was it her making her so fucking turned on?
Barney shook his head and decisively checked a box on his clipboard. "Another major goal of the program is to reduce incidents of physical violence among frat brothers. Describe one time that you de-escalated a conflict between residents."
"I stopped a physical fight between two of the brothers," said Carol, feeling a little relieved. She was on firmer ground with this one: she was something she had genuinely accomplished.
"Ok, how?" said Barney skeptically, giving her an impatient "go on" gesture.
"I... Well, I..." Carol's face grew redder. She had actually stopped the fight by pressing her tits into Adam's arm and acting like a scared little girl. But she suspected that giving Barney the truth would not help her evaluation. Even if she did manage to tell him her slutty conflict resolution strategy, it would only make her look even more like a pathetic little airhead. Carol tried to think up a convincing lie, but she was getting so flustered and turned on by her show of incompetence that she couldn't think of anything.
Barney grimaced and made another checkmark on his clipboard. "Well... let's just move on to the walkthrough," he mumbled darkly, striding past the pathetic stuttering slut in front of him to examine the house.
It didn't go well.
The bags filled with cans and bottles in the kitchen raised hard-to-answer questions about how Carol enforced the rules on underage drinking.
Carol had no good answers for why she hadn't hung the posters of university regulations that had been given to her with her orientation materials.
But it all came apart when Barney started doing damage checks on the house. That's when he found the glory hole.
As he passed the downstairs bathroom, Barney froze, staring at the circular hole in the door with a look of disgusted horror on his face. "This had better not be what I think it is," said Barney stonily, his lip curling up into a sneer.
"N-no sir!" squeaked Carol. After enduring Barney's brutal evaluation for over an hour, she had entered a vicious cycle: shamed by her revealed incompetence, turned on by her shame, then further shamed by her arousal. At this point, she was trying desperately to conceal the fact that she had become a hot sticky mess from the humiliation of her poor performance review alone. "It's j-just a little joke. One of the frat boys made it for a party, and people think it's f-funny."
