As the sun began to set on yet another long and tiresome day at university, Dianah found herself hunched over a dirty toilet bowl, her skirt hitched up around her waist and her bare bottom hovering just above the murky water. She glanced nervously around the crowded women's bathroom, thankful that the stall she'd chosen was mercifully empty.
The taste of tequila still lingered on her tongue as she reluctantly lowered her panties to her ankles and slipped her finger into her tight, wet sex. Dianah hadn't meant to get this drunk at the frat party last night, but her roommate and best friend, Sarah, had been out of town visiting family and she'd desperately needed someone to talk to about their upcoming finals.
One drink had led to another, and before she knew it, she was stumbling back to the dorms with a group of rowdy frat boys. They'd all piled into her tiny single bed and proceeded to take turns fucking her stupid drunk body until the early hours of the morning.
Now, she found herself paying the price for her self-destructive behavior - with a pounding hangover and an unbearable pressure in her gut. She grimaced as she pushed her finger deeper into her ass, searching for the tiny bit of leftover tequila that had managed to make its way inside her.
With a loud groan, Dianah forced her hand out of her ass and took a tentative swing at the toilet bowl below her. The scent of shit and puke filled her nostrils as she released a desperate stream of feces into the messy murky water below. It was disgusting and degrading, but it felt oddly satisfying at the same time.
A small smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as she watched the dark brown globs sink to the bottom of the bowl. She supposed she could flush it away, but honestly, she kind of liked leaving her mess for someone else to clean up.
Slowly, she pulled up her panties and smoothed down her skirt before stepping out of the stall. She paused for a moment in front of the cracked mirror above the sinks, taking in her reflection. Her long blonde hair was a messy tangle around her face, and her normally pale cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and arousal.
With one final glance at her own haunted eyes in the mirror, she gathered her bag and headed out the door, ready to face the rest of her day - and the inevitable churning in her stomach that would accompany the memory of last night's drunken debauchery.
