CH 2: Life at School

Lila sat at the edge of the cafeteria, pushing a cherry tomato around her plate with the tip of her fork. The salad felt more like decoration than food, something to pick at so no one would ask if she wasn’t hungry. The air buzzed with lunchtime chatter—trays clattering, students laughing, gossip weaving through the noise like background music.

She was exhausted, her body still stiff from last night’s shift, but she kept her face neutral. No one needed to know how late she had worked. Not that they’d care anyway.

Across from her, Jess stirred her iced coffee, the green Starbucks logo half-faded from too many refills. She was petite, almost the same size as Lila, her Korean features delicate and sharp. Her straight black hair was perfectly kept, neatly parted in a way that framed her small face. Though her blazer was fitted like the uniform required, the fabric barely had to stretch over her chest—her small, perky breasts giving her the same lithe, petite figure as Lila.

“God, I can’t take another morning shift with Mr. Clarke breathing down my neck,” she groaned, resting her chin in her palm. “He made me remake a latte four times yesterday because the foam wasn’t ‘airy’ enough.” She rolled her eyes and took a sip. “I swear, if one more person orders an oat milk caramel macchiato, I’m gonna lose it.”

Beside her, Tasha sighed dramatically, stirring her own frappuccino.Unlike Jess, her uniform was always slightly rumpled, the top buttons undone enough to show off the smooth curves of her C-cup breasts. Her dark skin contrasted against the stark white of her shirt, her collarbone visible as she slouched lazily in her chair. She had an easy confidence, the kind that made it clear she didn’t care about following the school’s already skimpy dress code. If anything, she pushed it even further, her skirt worn just a little shorter, her shirt tied a little higher, like she was daring someone to call her out on it.

“At least you just deal with caffeine addicts,” she muttered. “I’m stuck in that ugly-ass Wendy’s uniform, smiling at people who scream at me because their nuggets are cold.” She took a long sip before adding, “And don’t even get me started on mopping up spilled Frosties at midnight. My shoes are still sticky.” She slumped back in her chair. “I need a new job.”

Lila smirked, stabbing the cherry tomato and popping it into her mouth. She didn’t say anything, but Jess caught the look immediately.

“Don’t you dare look smug, Lila,” Jess warned, pointing her straw at her. “We know you’ve got it easy over at Pleazure Express. You don’t have to deal with assholes yelling at you because you used soy milk instead of almond. Or cleaning up puke when someone tries to eat three bacon cheeseburgers in one sitting.”

“Easy isn’t exactly the word I’d use,” Lila chuckled, shaking her head.

“Please,” Tasha huffed. “No one’s yelling at you because the fries are cold. All you have to do is spread your legs and open your mouth.”

“I’ll see your puke and raise you a cumshot in the eye,” Lila quipped, as she swallowed her bite, then shrugged.

“Touche.” Tasha snorted into her drink. “But seriously, it can’t be all that bad.”

“It’s just a job, guys,” Lila said, poking at a wilted piece of lettuce. “Same as being a barista or a cashier at Wendy’s.”

“Yeah I know,” Jess sighed, swirling her straw. “It’s just, like, you don’t get yelled at for screwing up orders, you know?”

“Hard to screw up spreading your legs, right?” Tasha grinned, nudging Lila’s side.

Lila smirked, shaking her head, but she didn’t argue.

Lila smiled, shaking her head. She looked around the crowded cafeteria, her eyes drifting across the room. There were a dozen other conversations happening at once, a hundred different topics and a hundred different worlds. And somewhere in that sea of faces, she spotted three other girls she knew from Pleazure Express. One was a cheerleader, effortlessly popular. Another was the quiet, bookish girl who always had her nose buried in a textbook. The third was the shy one, the one who barely spoke in class, the kind no one really noticed.

But here? At school? No one cared. No one cared that they worked at Pleazure Express. No one whispered behind their backs. No one judged them. It was just a job.

“You know, you could always apply,” Lila said casually, popping another tomato into her mouth. “Mr. Smith is looking for a couple of part-timers to cover nights.”

“Nah,” Jess barked out a laugh. “I’d never hear the end of it from my mom. She already side-eyes me for working at Starbucks instead of something ‘serious.’” She rolled her eyes. “Besides, I get free coffee. That alone makes it worth it.”

Lila laughed with her, taking a sip of her juice.

“Yeah, that’s a hard pass for me too,” Tasha said, licking the whipped cream off her straw. “I already have seniority at Wendy’s, and I’m not about to give that up just to start over somewhere else. Plus, I can eat as many fries as I want when the manager isn’t looking.”

Tasha twirled her straw between her fingers, watching the ice in her cup melt into the last few sips of coffee.

“Okay, real question. Would you rather have sex with a guy who’s terrible in bed but has the nicest, biggest dick you’ve ever seen, or a guy who’s amazing but has, like, the ugliest, weirdest-looking average sized dick?”

“Oh my God,” Jess snorted into her drink, nearly choking. “Where do you come up with this shit?”

“I think about important things.” Tasha shrugged.

“Alright, alright. Hmm.” Jess wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and thought for a second. “Gotta go with the ugly dick, no contest.”

“Really?” Lila raised a brow.

“A guy can have the prettiest dick in the world, but if he’s just laying there, waiting for me to do all the work? No thanks.” Jess nodded.

“But imagine how aesthetically pleasing it would be to watch him stroke that big, beautiful cock.” Tasha sighed dramatically.

“I’d rather imagine an orgasm,” Jess shot back.

“I think I’d take the pretty dick.” Lila smirked, stabbing a cherry tomato with her fork.

“Lila. I thought you had standards.” Jess gasped.

“Look,” Lila shrugged.” Sometimes a nice dick is all you need. I’ll do the work if I have to.”

“See? Lila gets it.” Tasha nodded approvingly.

“No, you guys are insane,” Jess argued, shaking her head. “Aesthetics don’t matter when you’re cuming. You just need a decent guy who knows how to use what he’s got.”

Lila smiled, watching her friends debate, the conversation flowing easily between them. The truth was, she didn’t really care. She liked sex. It wasn’t a big deal to her. She wasn’t going to lose sleep over a guy who was terrible in bed, or someone who didn’t know how to make her feel good. She knew exactly how to handle a cock, how to use her mouth, her hands, her body. She had a lot of practice and was focused mostly on her own pleasure, knowing if she could make herself cum, the guy would soon follow.

Jess leaned back in her chair, taking another sip of her drink.

“Alright, my turn. Would you rather fuck in total silence, like no moaning, no talking, just dead quiet, or have a guy who doesn’t shut the hell up the entire time?”

“What’s he saying?” Lila asked, smirking.

“Oh, you know.” Jess grinned. “Calling you mommy, telling you he’s a good boy, reading you the terms and conditions of a credit card agreement.”

“Ugh.” Tasha groaned. “I’d take the silence. At least I could pretend I was somewhere else.”

“I dunno.” Lila chuckled. “Terms and conditions sound kinda hot.”

“Lila, you scare me sometimes.” Jess laughed, shaking her head.

“That’s why we love her.” Tasha grinned.

Lila was on her knees in the boys’ bathroom, tucked inside a locked stall, the scent of cheap cologne and disinfectant thick in the air. The sound of running water from the sink covered the soft, wet noises as she worked, her lips stretched around Alex’s cock, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm.