Chapter 10: Lunch Run In

Finally, lunch. Adults have this strange idea that everyone must eat together, at the same time, with the same portions, and the same food. I don’t eat much, but some students need more, much more. We had an underground food-share network in the cafeteria because the administration punished students who traded, or shared, food. Adults make no sense. They claim to care about the individual and then treat us like interchangeable cogs. Sure, it makes things easier, but they yell at us when we take the easy way. Hypocrites, and they wonder why students rebel and ignore their messages. I bet old dictionaries had hypocrite and adult references to each other.

I sat at the back corner table with Cin and Jen while Hel sat with the football players near the front. The camera filmed my dildo and butt plug while I stared at my pork, green pepper, cabbage, and rice noodle, soup. It needed more salt, the vegetables needed less cooking, and I hate pork. I ate about half, and then, while Jen blocked the cameras and Supervisor Jackson, I poured the rest into Cin’s bowl.

“So, still no orgasm?” Jen asked. She fiddled with her fork and pushed a greyish pork piece around in the bowl. My insides burned as I nodded to her question. A few tables over, someone erupted in laughter, and the talking volume rose to compensate. Supervisor Jackson walked over and added to the merriment.

“I need to borrow your phone. I have to check on the stats and the poll.” I grabbed Cin’s phone before she could say no. A few swipes, and I had the poll up. As Supervisor Jackson made a joke that caused the table to erupt with laughter, I whispered to my fans, “In first, Double Penetration, but Girl With Strap-on has closed the gap. Monster Dildo still holds third but has fallen back. Lucky Fan has almost tied Monster Dildo, while Three Guys Three Holes has moved into fifth. The Public Washroom Sex has fallen to eighth, likely because I did the special earlier today in the washroom. You can see Megan’s debut in the premium content archive. Remember, you have only a few more hours to vote. Cast and pay for as many votes as you want.” I smiled at my phone under the table and gave a little wave.

I squirmed in my seat as Cin and Jen talked about something. My focus stayed on the polls, their movements like a race. I wanted Tyler to help tonight, but he would never do it. Too pure, too perfect to do something like that. The thought made me realize my horribleness. I used to have pure thoughts and actions, but now, I have a dildo shoved up my cunt, and a buttplug in my ass. Tyler would never want someone like me. In my defense, I needed the money to avoid the war. I can become a better person after I pay off my enlistment debts. Who am I fooling? I enjoyed this. I wish Tyler didn’t hate me because of it.

“Can I sit with you?” Tyler asked as he pointed to one of the three empty seats. Did he ask me? Or us? His white teeth shone under his half-smile, and his extended finger pointed at the green plastic disc seat. My insides flipped, and the dildo grew extra large inside of me, filled me, almost overwhelmed me, while my pussy muscles clenched the hard plastic object as I suppressed an orgasm. I inched forward until my belly button pressed against the table, my legs wide enough for my fans but hidden sufficiently by the table so Tyler couldn’t see.

“Sure, like you can always sit with us,” Jen said and gestured to the empty seat beside me, directly across from her. I stared at Cin’s phone and the numbers without seeing them. I wanted to close my legs to protect my secret, but my fans needed appeasement, so I kept them open, and I prayed he didn’t notice.

His sour and woodsy scent proceeded him, and the seat groaned as it took his weight. Jen’s face flushed, Cin giggled, and I held Cin’s phone tighter while the cafeteria noises hushed. I have known Tyler for years and never noticed his smooth, red cheeks when he blushes. Jen thinks he’s cute, but I always thought of him as the bratty kid who tied my shoes together in grade school. I haven’t spoken to him in years because he annoyed me; stuffy, innocent, sincere, boring, bland, vanilla, who always followed the rules, someone no one hated because there was nothing to hate about him, a loner who read too much, cared too much, and probably hugged his mother before bed every night. In other words, the direct opposite of me, although I hug my mother before bed, every girl does that. The burn inside me must have fried my brain.