Chapter 73: Le Dîner des Souillures
The dinner bell rang through the corridors, a shrill sound that bounced off the walls and sent a wave of girls streaming toward the cafeteria. Agathe stood up from the bench behind the library, brushing crumbs from her skirt. Her stomach growled in protest. She ignored it.
Chloé stretched her arms above her head, her t-shirt riding up to expose the soft curve of her belly. She let out a satisfied hum.
"Fuck, girls. I'm so horny tonight. I've been thinking about it all day."
Agathe raised an eyebrow. "You're always horny."
"More than usual, then." Chloé grinned, falling into step beside her. Her hand drifted down to press against the crotch of her leggings. "I swear, when I get back to the room I'm gonna shove my fingers in so deep I'll forget my own name."
Léa blushed, walking on Agathe's other side with her arms wrapped around herself. "Chloé, there are other girls around."
"Let them hear. It's not like they don't do the same thing."
Agathe shook her head but couldn't keep the smile off her face. They walked past the administrative building, past the row of nettoyage cabins with their simple sinks and hoses, past the garden where the rose bushes had started to wilt from the summer heat.
The cafeteria building loomed ahead, squat and grey, its windows glowing orange in the early evening light. The smell of boiled vegetables and something vaguely meaty drifted out through the open doors.
"Wait," Agathe said, holding out her arm to stop them before they reached the entrance. "Before you start planning your little finger party, let's see what's on the menu. Because you know it's going to be the same shit as every night. Two hours later we'll all be desperate to piss and shit ourselves stupid."
Chloé burst out laughing. "Like we need an excuse. You saw Léa behind the bush earlier. She's a machine."
"Shut up." Léa's cheeks went scarlet. "It's not my fault I was constipated."
"Three days of bricks, babe. That was a masterpiece."
They joined the line outside the cafeteria, a winding chain of girls in various states of disarray. Some still wore tracksuits from the afternoon, stained and wrinkled. Others had changed into dresses or jeans for the evening. All of them looked tired.
Ahead of them, a girl with short dark hair squatted down in the grass and let out a long stream of urine that soaked through her white shorts. None of the other girls in line even glanced at her. It was as natural as breathing.
Agathe watched for a moment, then turned back to her friends. "I bet they serve pasta again."
"Fuck, I hope not," Chloé said. "My pipes are already packed from the last three days."
"You're the one who ate half a loaf of bread at the library yesterday."
"That was a snack. And my ass is paying for it. I had to push so hard this morning I saw stars."
Léa shifted on her feet, one hand pressing against her lower belly through her skirt. "I need to pee. I've needed to pee for like an hour."
"Then just do it," Chloé said. "No one cares."
"Out here?"
"Out here. In line. Anywhere, Léa. That's the whole point."
Léa looked around, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip. The line shuffled forward. A few girls ahead, two of them were laughing together, one holding her crotch and hopping from foot to foot. Maybe she was trying to hold it. Maybe she was just doing a little dance.
The doors opened and they flooded in.
The cafeteria was a long room with high ceilings and rows of plastic tables bolted to the floor. The walls were painted a cheerful yellow that had long since faded to something closer to eggshell. Serving counters lined one wall, steam rising from metal trays.
Agathe grabbed a tray and shuffled forward. She craned her neck to see what was on offer.
Pasta. Of course. With a lumpy tomato sauce that looked like it had been sitting out for hours. Grey-green beans. A slice of bread. Water or industrial juice.
"Kill me now," Chloé muttered behind her.
"We're going to be so backed up," Agathe said, scooping a ladle of sauce over her pasta. "I can already feel tomorrow morning."
"Good thing my fingers will be busy first."
"Chloé, seriously. You're going to walk into the room and just go for it?"
"Watch me."
Léa picked at her food, rearranging the beans on her plate. She ate a single forkful of pasta and chewed slowly, her eyes distant.
The three of them found a table near the back, away from the other girls. Agathe sat down and immediately started eating, her hunger overcoming her wariness of the sauce. It tasted like cardboard with a faint hint of garlic.
Chloé ate with more enthusiasm, wolfing down her pasta in big bites. Between forkfuls she eyed the table of younger girls across the room, a small smile playing on her lips.
Léa moved her food around her plate.
"Are you going to eat that?" Agathe asked.
"I'm trying. My stomach's a bit... off. After earlier."
Chloé snorted. "After you popped out that brick? I'd be off too."
"Chloé."
"What? It's true. You looked like you were giving birth."
Léa pushed her plate away. "I'm done."
"Eat your bread," Agathe said. "You need something. We're not allowed snacks after nine."
"Fine." Léa picked up the slice of bread and broke off a corner, chewing it with reluctance.
Chloé finished her meal and leaned back in her chair, both hands going to her belly. She pressed down through the fabric of her t-shirt, groaning low in her throat. "Fuck. I can already feel things moving."
"That was fast," Agathe said.
"I've been holding it in all day." Chloé's voice dropped to a whisper. "I had to go so bad during the run. And then I didn't. And then I saw Léa behind the bush and I thought about it and I almost went too, but I held it. My ass is full." She let out a little moan, shifting in her seat. "I'm going to be so full later. You're both going to watch me push it out while I'm fingering myself."
Agathe rolled her eyes, but she couldn't deny the heat that spread through her stomach at the thought. "Now I really am a pervert for eating here with you."
"You love it."
Léa took another bite of bread, her green eyes darting between her friends.