Slut Academy 2 (IC thread)

Original Slut Academy Thread: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=519693
Casting Call for This One: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=536114

I'll say again, you DO NOT have to read the original to join or read this one. And we are still open for players, especially those willing to be female students. Now then.

Intro:
In the future, the nation was being run by a sex-crazed dictator, who created a school to teach girls how to be sluts. Through the actions of the dictator's daughter, her lover, and two of the teachers from the school, the dictator was overthrown.

Now, the nation is happy. Attending the school is optional, not mandatory. The school itself has moved into a city, to take advantage of the more modern technology. Things are looking bright for the nation.

Except that there's a new threat. The Board of Directors (the BoD, if you will), consisting of the 4 who overthrew the dictator, knows it's only a matter of time before the other countries get wind of their tenuous position. So they add some new courses to Slut Academy's curriculum, turning it into a covert operations training facility (or a spy school, if you'd rather), teaching the girls - and boys - how to get close to the enemy and then seduce information out of them.

IC:
Christine sighed and wiped the sweat from the back of her neck with a towel. She had a meeting with the Board (or as Rob sometimes joked, "the bod") in less than an hour, and she still needed to shower. But she wasn't going to give up her daily workouts, not with her husband in charge of a school full of young, sexy women that were learning to be sluts. And she needed to stay limber, and if nothing else, this was helping.

She stepped into her private bathroom, punched a code into the keypad on the wall that secured the doors, punched another code that turned the lights right, the shower on, and adjusted the temperature for her. Stripping off her tight shorts and tank top, she dropped them into the laundry chute to be washed before she stepped into the shower spray. Letting the water run over her body, she started to wash her honey-colored hair, thinking.

The situation was sort of bleak, really. They had finite resources, and the opposition was strong and clever. They had to find a way to hold on to their sovereignty, and the only way she could see to do that was to eliminate the threat totally. But then . . . she shook her head, sending beads of water everywhere. She was thinking in circles again.

Stepping out, Christine toweled off quickly, dried her hair, and dressed. As she pulled on the short skirt and tight top, she wondered what everyone else would wear to the meeting. They hadn't had many "formal" meetings, and so no one knew how to dress for a governmental meeting; just another symptom of the greater problem. Namely, none of them really knew how to run a country.

Rob Gordon had a lot on his mind. After only a year teaching at Slut Academy, he was now the dean. His wife, Christine, had been more than happy to hand the position over to him. He still had a couple courses that he would keep a hand in, for lack of a better term, but mostly he would be dealing with the school in an administrative capacity.

Rob knew he didn't have the experience. He wasn't even sure he had the motivation. Granted, his one year on the job had been eventful, to say the least, but in the end he had to wonder if all the training in the world would help the rebellion.

He watched Christine walk out of the bedroom in her short skirt and tight top. She looked very sexy and businesslike. He had worn beige pants and a tucked-in, button-down white shirt. It was as businesslike as he got. He was damned if he was going to wear a tie for a BOD meeting for the school he was now running.

Rob kissed his wife, gave her ass a little squeeze. "You look great. Very professional. Are you ready for this little pow-wow?"

Christine smiled and pressed herself against him, kissing his neck. "Mmm, I guess I'm ready." She really did love him, and he always looked so good dressed up. But they did have to get to the meeting, and there would be more than just Amara and Mandy there. Those two would understand them being late for a quick fuck, but . . . she didn't know that the new teachers they were meeting would.

Grabbing his hand, she pulled him towards the door. "We can't be late, we've been late for the last three meetings, Amara'll get jealous." Her arm slipped around his waist, dropping down to return the squeeze he had given her. "Not that I don't want to." They walked through the halls, joking and grabbing each other as they went. Christine opened the door to the meeting room, letting him pick a seat before she plopped down in his lap. She smiled brightly at the other people in the room. "Not late, are we?"

Saul sighed, and shook his head. He'd gotten a new job, but hadn't been told entirely what to expect. He pulled up to the large campus in a big truck with a trailer in tow. He was told he'd have housing provided for him, which was good. He buzzed security, giving his name, and then drove in. He parked in the lot, and climbed out of the vehicle. He stretched, and walked over to the building he was told would house the offices. He was supposed to go to a meeting, and was already late, he figured. He stared at the almost scandalously dressed students as he walked, and shook his head. When he finally found the right room, he spotted two people already in there. He walked in, and raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, I thought this was the room for the staff meeting. I didn't expect to see a student in here." He was referring to Christine, not realizing she would be one of his bosses. He walked over and collapsed into a chair.

Raising an eyebrow, Christine smiled. "The Dean invited me, right Mr. Gordon?" she said in the youngest voice she could fake, winking at the man she was sitting on. Rob just looked at her in exasperation, knowing how she loved to play. Post-rebellion Christine was a lot lighter and more relaxed than she had been, and she loved messing with people's heads. "You must be our new teacher, huh, mister?" She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, looking as vague as she could.

Saul raised an eyebrow, noting the reaction of the one she called Mister Gordon. She was quite striking, but judging from the fact that she was sitting on the guy's lap, she had to be some kind of girlfriend or something. Either that or she took teacher's pet to a whole new level. "Yeah, I'm the new teacher, I guess. So where's the rest of the staff?"

Melody nervously looked up at the imposing building that was the dorms as she got off the bus she had taken to the "Academy." She hoped this place would be safe longer than her last home, which had lasted a scant two weeks, before she had received the first letter bomb. She silently thanked the goddess that her heightened sense of smell had noticed the acrid smell as she had picked up her mail that day.

Well she was here, and that was it, though the fact that there was only 2 other people on the bus that got off here seemed a bit odd, one other pretty girl, and the other a somewhat geeky guy. As the driver helped her unload her things, she opened up the cart she had brought with her to help with moving the things, as some of them were quite heavy. She giggled at the curses the driver made when he almost threw out his back on a "small" package that looked like little more than a briefcase, but actually weighed close to 200 lbs.

After she had loaded up, she quickly moved along to the dorms, hoping to get to the safety of her room before her roommate, since she had a few "odd" things to get carefully setup, they weren't illegal, yet...

Christine looked at her watch and shrugged. In her normal voice, she answered, "They should be here soon." Giving Rob a kiss on the cheek, she stood up and walked around to where the new guy sat, her hand extended. "Christine Gordon, head of Intelligence." The look on his face was priceless, and she had to bite her lip to keep from cracking up. Jerking a thumb at Rob she said, "That's Rob Gordon, my husband and Dean of the school." Taking a good look at the new teacher, she smiled. He was cute; Rob and Amara had done well.

Saul blinked, staring at the woman he'd mistaken for a student. He was shocked at the revelation, and it showed to her, apparently. Then he thought about it, and started laughing. He slowly managed to reach out his hand and shake hers, but was still laughing. When he finally calmed down, he grinned. "How's a pretty young lady like you get married to a big old bruiser like that, let alone working in intelligence."

She laughed and sat down next to him, glancing over her shoulder at Rob with a smile. "He's not so bad. And our parents were friends, knew I'd marry him the minute I met him." Christine tilted her head to the side. "As for intelligence . . . well, I was one of the ones who helped with the, shall we say, change of government. And I have ways to get information out of people that usually work well."

She gave him an appraising look. "So how'd a handsome fella like you get into teaching?"

Saul raised an eyebrow at her frank manner. It would have been disconcerting, if he hadn't already found out that she was married. He shrugged at her statement, and question, and smiled. "To be honest, there wasn't much else I could do. My family decided I could help here, too. So here I am, teaching. So what kind of school is this, anyways?"

Devina gathered her things as the bus came to a stop. This one was hers. She didn't venture a hope that anyone else would get off at this particular stop with her, yet there was one girl and one guy - maybe they were going to the school too? Devina didn't allow a hope to swell inside of her. What sorts of friends did one make at a slut school, anyway?

She hiked her bag onto her shoulder and headed towards what she figured was the Student Building. Her flip-flops dragged on the sidwalk as she trudged onward, grumbling at her parents for sending her here. How could she willingly put-out after her first and only experience with men and sex?

As she ducked into the building, Devina smoothed her red miniskirt and checked to make sure that her button-down, v-neck white cotton top was both showing enough, and yet not too much, cleavage. It was fine, and Devina's head popped up just in time to avoid running into someone.

"Oh, um, sorry. Guess I wasn't looking where I was going. Is this the Student Building?"

"You mean you don't know?" Christine smiled and crossed her legs. "Too fun! Well, as the name implies, it's Slut Academy. Meaning we teach girls, and boys, about sex and how to do it well." She ran her hands up and down her thighs. "One of the reasons for this meeting is to discuss some . . . changes to the curriculum that we've been talking about for a while."

"No this is the faculty dorms, but I would be more than willing to walk you over to the student building, and then I can also lead you to your dorm room." He says, as he looks this incredibly attractive, but very nervous young newbie into what must be a completely new experience. "I'm Edward, the Oral Pleasure Class, for the girls. It will be an interesting year for those students. Learning how to use their mouths to pleasure multiple male body parts to use for their advantage especially in an interrogation aspect." He puts his hand on her back as he walks her across the garden towards the student building. Wondering what her story is, and if she is interested in older guys.

Saul listened to her explanation, then shook his head. "That should prove interesting. So why was I hired?"

Devina let his words sink into her head - Oral... Pleasure... CLASS. Hm. Well, what else would one expect from a slut-school? Of course. Still, Devina cringed. She felt her muscles involuntarily tighten at the feel of his hand on the small of her back, but then purposefully tried to make herself relax.

Not every guy is out to rape you, dummy! Relax! She thought to herself as they walked along. She forced a smile which soon became more natural as she looked into the face of this obviously gracious and handsome man.

"Um, thanks. I'm a bit nervous. I'm Devina, by the way. You said your name was... Edward? Teachers don't go by their last names here?" That struck her as odd at first, but then, she guessed, "Mr. so-and-so" wouldn't sound so great during... whatever it was they had to do.

Oral Pleasure Class rang through her brain.

Christine shrugged. "I'm not in charge of hiring for the school, anymore. But I think it'll become clear after this meeting, actually." She looked at the clock on the wall and rolled her eyes. "Once it starts, that is. It's not like Amara to be late." She glanced over her shoulder at Rob. "I was wrong, hon, we had time to have fun before the meeting." She smiled at the new teacher. "I used to be the Dean, by the way, so I'm not very restrained."

As Peter's car pulled into the school, he got out, his suitcase in hand. He looked at the building, already having many people walking in and out. He took a deep breath, and moved forward. He really didn't know what to expect here. He was part of the first class where boys would be attending. It was part of a new program they were developing. He didn't know how he felt about being a guinea pig, precisely, though he figured he would find out soon enough.

He walked into the doors, looking around for some sort of guidance, as to where to go. No signs pointed in any certain direction, and he continued to walk aimleslly for a moment. Finally, he said out loud to no one in particular.

"hello? Does anyone know where the student dorms are?"

Saul smiled. "Clearly. Well, it could be worse I suppose. So in the meantime, is there anything I should know? And what about the campus? Anything I should memorize for locations?" He was tempted to ask what it would cost him to take her out to dinner, but now that he knew she was married, he didn't dare.

Tilting her head, she shrugged. "I never bothered learning where things were, really. This is a pretty small campus, so you should learn it pretty fast." Leaning back in her chair, she felt her top ride up her stomach and smiled almost invitingly at him. "If you ever want to talk, or consult, let me know and we'll get together."

edit.

As Melody was entering the dorms, she noticed that there seemed to be almost no one around, yet. This suited her just fine for now, as it gave her more room on the elevator.

As she entered her room, she was glad to see that only one other person in her quad had arrived, and was settling into the other room. She opened her room, and was surprised that the room actually had furnishings... GOOD furnishings...

As she was setting things up, she noticed some interesting things on her scanner, the closest being in what she assumed was her quadmate's room, and looked like a PING (Portable Iso-Nucleic Generator.) It was technically legal, as long as you had the permits, she also noticed many other "interesting" things in the scanners range, logged them, then carefully shut down and activated the cloaker on her scanner.

She set up her computer, the few bits of clothing she did own, and basically made her half of the room "home." Lastly, she setup the perimeters of her security system, and made sure it was only set on stun.

As her tummy rumbled, she realized she had been busy for close to 2 hours and was late for lunch, so she turned her holo-dresser for light casual. She was rather proud of that little bit of ingenuity, since most holographic-projection systems were still quite bulky. She had solved part of the problem by limiting its range quite a bit, and seperating the field generators into several parts, essentially, it was 18 different fields, working as one, to create one complex image. It had taken nearly 2 years to get worked right, but was her most valued possession, as it allowed her to almost literally, wear anything she pleased, as well as change on the fly, and it had actually saved her life once...

She bumped into someone as she exited her dorm room, and mumbled an apology, as she was quite hungry, and whoever that was would be busy for quite a while. She decided she would bring back a bit of food for her, as a peace offering of sorts.

Smiles and says "I don't know how things operate, today is only my second trip to the Academy. I am a new teacher, there were some firings last year and I was asked to teach this class. I hope you will be in my class, I would love to be able to get to know you." As I walk into the girls dorm with you, forgetting that you may be a student I lean down and kiss your cheek, "Here is your room, I guess I will be seeing you Devina."

"Um, thanks. I have my schedule in my backpack and can check." Devina walked into her room and left the door open while she plopped her bag onto the desk and began to rummage through it. She found the schedule and turned to Edward as she started to talk, and then noticed that he was still standing outside the door.

"Oh! I'm sorry. You can come in - I don't mind. It seems that I might have your class...." Devina handed Edward the schedule, pointing to the class labeled Oral Ed.

Smiles, enjoying watching her pert, firm ass move as she walked in front of him, after she gets the schedule he smiles when he sees his class on her class lists and he says "Mmm, you will be my favorite student I bet. Your a very attractive young girl." He sits down on her bed, "Why are you here? You don't seem like a slut to me Vina."