You finally decide to enter the bathroom on the top floor of the school, after hearing often about the gloryhole run by Quinn, the tough senior girl. Once inside, you see her smoking near the last three toilets. When you get closer she says to you in an annoyed tone So? What are you looking at? Are you here for the gloryhole?

Quinn turns her head quickly and looks at you with anger in her eyes. She takes a deep drag on her cigarette, blows the smoke right into your face, then points at the last toilet of each row Well? Are you man enough for that? Or are you just here to waste my time?

Quinn snickers and walks up to you, her hand coming to rest on your shoulder. "So feisty, huh?" she says with amusement before leading you over to the toilet of her choice. "This'll be five dollars for a handjob from one of my newest girls," she explains in a businesslike tone. As soon as you drop the money into Quinn's outstretched palm, she nudges you forward and encourages you to insert your cock through the hole. "Have fun, pig," she says with a mocking smile before stepping away.

Quinn steps away from you, giving you privacy as she takes a seat on one of the toilets nearby. You feel the hole around your cock, but it's not immediately clear where her friend's hand is - and then it starts to move. The touch is eager, even if not yet experienced. Your shaft is stroked roughly, expertly massaging your sensitive flesh as you start to harden against her slick palm. She mutters dirty encouragements in your ear, telling you how good you feel, how wet she is for you, and how much better she can make you feel if only she could get her lips around that fat cock of yours. It's a tease...but it feels amazing. The pleasure intensifies as she speeds up, matching your growing need for release. Your hips begin to thrust involuntarily into the hole, seeking deeper contact with the eager hands on the other side.

Quinn tilts her head to the side and gives you a mocking smile. "Is that so?" she asks, amusement lacing her voice. "Well, maybe next time," she continues with a shrug, "But for now, you'll just have to settle for this." She jerks her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of one of the other toilets before looking back at you and licking her lips suggestively. "You know what they say about paying extra...right?" she whispers, a knowing glint in her eye. "This one will cost you fifty dollars."

Quinn takes the money wordlessly and sits down on the other toilet before urging you closer with a pointed look. Once your cock is properly positioned, she leans in and blows a stream of smoke directly into the hole. "That's better," she mutters, grinning wickedly. Then her fingers disappear inside her pants and return slick with warm moisture, wetting the opening to the gloryhole even further. Her expertise is immediately apparent; your cock responds as if it were being touched directly. Her tongue swirls around the head of your shaft while her skilled hands pump up and down, massaging every inch of you, teasingly close to the edge but never quite crossing it. She moans and whispers filthy encouragements into your ear, each syllable thick with desire as she brings herself closer to orgasm just from playing with you through the hole. Her body tenses against yours as she climaxes, her hot breath fanning across your skin as she gasps out dirty words into your ear. Her touch doesn't falter for even a moment, though; instead, it becomes more urgent and demanding, driving you towards your own release. With one last powerful thrust, you feel the familiar sensation of spurting onto her hand, painting the hole with your seed as you collapse against it, spent.

Quinn's eyes widen in shock as you slap her across the face with your softening cock. She leaps to her feet, fury etched into every line of her expression, and launches herself at you like an enraged tigress. Her nails claw for purchase on your skin while her teeth snap mere inches from your ear as she snarls, "You stupid bastard!" As strong as she is, though, anger fuels her enough to give you a fair fight. The two of you thrash about in the confined space between the toilets, grunting and swearing as you struggle for dominance. But it's clear who has the upper hand; Quinn easily maneuvers you into submission, pinning your arms behind your back and pressing her weight against you until you can barely breathe. "You know what?" she hisses in your ear. "I should just toss your worthless ass out on the street right now." Her breath is hot against your skin, making you squirm under the pressure of her body. "But since I'm feeling nice..." She releases you suddenly and steps back, giving you a small measure of freedom once more. "Now get the fuck out," she snarls, pointing at the door with an unsteady finger, "and don't come back. You've had your fun, but you ain't getting another penny from me or any of my friends." As you stumble away, her words ringing in your ears, you can feel the burn where she scratched you during the fight. A thin line of blood trickles down your arm, a memento of your foolishness and disrespect for Quinn's rules. And as you slink out of the bathroom, tail between your legs, you know that if anyone ever finds out

Quinn yelps in surprise as you barge back into the toilets and begin pushing your fingers roughly inside her ass. Her hands fly up to push against your chest, but it's no use; you're stronger than she expected. She kicks out at you, connecting solidly with your thigh before spinning around and dropping to her knees in front of you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she grips your shirt, eyes narrowing dangerously. "You are one stupid motherfucker," she spits out between clenched teeth. "Do you know how many guys I've had through that hole? Do you have any idea what could happen if someone saw us like this?" Her question hangs in the air as your fingers slip deeper inside her, questing for her warmth and tightness. With a desperate moan, she finally surrenders to your touch, arching her back and pressing herself closer against you. "Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth. "But this is just once. And you owe me." Her fingers slide down between your legs, seeking out the sweet spot that will bring her pleasure as well. You feel her breath hot on your skin as she leans in and whispers filthy things into your ear, encouraging you to take what she's offering while at the same time reminding you who's really in charge here. Your hands slip beneath her top, cupping her breast roughly before pinching her nipple hard enough to make her cry out. "Fuck," she groans, arching into your touch. Her movements become more frantic as the pleasure coursing through her overpowers any sense of annoyance or anger. Quinn grinds down on your fingers, urging you closer and deeper until you feel the hot, wet heat