I take her out of the bag and place her on my pillow.  I pull my blanket up so it looks like the rest of her might be under there.  It looks like she's staring crazily up at my ceiling, but she seems happy.  I strip down and kneel next to her face.  I rub the head of my cock across her hard plastic cheek, then over her lips.  It doesn't feel that great, but it looks awesome.  I reach down and gather up a handful of her hair and caress my balls and ass with it.  Oh, yeah.  That's more like it. 

I grab my cock and start jerking it.  She's going to watch me masturbate right onto her sweet face.  I drag my balls across her chin and let her kiss them.  She can't wait to see my jizz squirt out of my cock right into her face. 

"You like that, bitch?" I whisper to her.  "You like watching me jerk off right in front of you?  You're such a slut!  I'm going to cum on your slutty little face, you whore!  Watch me cum!"  And with that the first spurt shot over her face and into her hair.  The next lands on her forehead.  Another across her nose.  And, finally, I milk the last oozing drops of white goo onto her waiting lips.

She just lies there, staring at the ceiling.  I want to punch her in the face for making me waste the load I was saving for the girls’ showers, but I can't stay mad at her.  I wipe the dibbling cum off her pretty face with my sheet, then tuck her back into bed.  She needs to get some rest so she'll be ready for me when I get home from work.

I hurry through cleaning the classrooms and mopping the hallways, then make my way toward the girls’ locker rooms.  I scout around, feeling like every person I run into knows exactly what I'm up to.  This is friggin' nerve wracking.  My investigations lead me to a door just outside the way into the locker rooms.  I go through twelve of the keys on my big ring of about forty fucking keys before I find one that unlocks the door.

I quickly slip through, pulling my mop and bucket in behind me.  I'm in some sort of utility corridor.  Pipes and ducts crisscross the ceiling.  Along the right side are big, chain-link type cages.  Each has a door with a padlock and is filled with piles of old gymnastic equipment, bags of basketballs, rolled up volleyball nets and such.  The interesting thing is that these cages are about eight feet tall, and have chain-link tops as well.  If I could get up on top of one, I might be able to get to the holes that overlook the showers.

The spaces in the cage walls are too small to get a toehold, but halfway down the corridor there's an old wooden stepladder leaned up between