Slut Academy 2 (IC thread)

Missy turned her head away. Hiding her tears, then wiping them.

Totally unsure what to do.
 
Keeping his hand on her thigh where she stopped it he turned to look at Melody, "Nope, I am just trying to relax Missy. You can go ahead down to the orientation, and let the dean know the Professor Edward is comforting a student and she won't make the orientation."
 
"Oh, I'll see what I can do"

As she quickly went into her room to "change" she silently mused over that... A professor relaxing a student, guess they really were serious, and all the better for her. She quickly changed the colors on her blouse and lengthened her skirt a bit. She also wondered what "proper clothes" were here. She opened up the briefcase, which was actually a quite compact little Fabber (look that up, its real) and had it make her a few snacks, to take with her.

As she left and locked up, she carefully closed the door on the pair, to give them a bit more privacy. She giggled at the thought that ran through her mind "more people to play with..."
 
Overhearing a snippet of conversation, Christine left Peter to Amara and sauntered over to the couple she had noticed. Both of them kept looking towards the group of teachers, and she decided that she should go over and introduce herself. Squatting down between their seat, she smiled at both of them, her blue eyes shining with amusement and something else.

Brushing her honey-colored hair behind her ears, she said, "I heard you say you had some questions? Even though orientation hasn't started yet, I'd be happy to help you both." She held her hand out. "I'm Christine. What can I do for you?" Her question was perfectly inncouous, but her expression said that she'd do more than answer their questions, if they wanted.
 
Peter looked around, and saw that he was still the only one that had entered the classroom. He checked his watch. it ws time already, but perhaps the other students were also lost as he had been.

"So miss," he said, twiddling his thumbs nervously. "Where do you think the other students are?"
 
Amara looked around as the class had started to fill up. She nodded to Peter "we have company now, Peter."

She headed back to her desk, and looked around waiting for all students to settle down. she looked through the file she had on the students. She saw Christine talking to two of the students - the file said Devina and Ethan - and smiled. Just like her to try and make the students comfortable at least at first. She smiled even more - just wait till she needs to get firm with them, and they will see a completely different side of the former dean.

She looked around, and said softly "If everyone is ready, we shall begin" she waited for everyone to settle down. She knew there were a few students who looked like they would be late, judging by a few empty seats. She looked around, just a bit nervous herself. She had not taught before, and even though she was really comfortable with herself now, she still had a few doubts about how good of a teacher she would make. She then steeled herself - she had faced worse dangers in last one year. she could handle this.

She saw Saul and Rob standing and watching, and smiled at them, waiting for the students to settle down.
 
Riza let a long, soft sigh pass her lips as she stood before the almost forboading building. She had heard of what went on behind these walls, and to say the least, it didn't intrest her in the least. Her eyes narrowed lightly as she pulled at her skirt once again. Having it so short really didn't bother her, she had worn skirts like this before, it was the fact that people were making her wear it, that's what bothered the woman.

Her raven black hair licked gently at the air and what exposed skin showed through her shirt as a light breeze blew around the campus. Her dark gaze moved to look at the front of the building, to her left and right. She rolled her eyes slowly.

Riza saw girls giggling and running along the campus, apparently giddy about being accepted here. Riza was not one of those girls. Riza was a girl who would tease, and she would play, though when it got right down to pleasuring a man, she would take no part in it. Her personality screamed that she yearned for a man to fill her sences, taking her over like the submissive that she was, though she would not give into her own thoughts and feelings. Rather, her mother saw this in her, and enrolled her in this school. Riza's mother had, in short, set the standards for what a dominatrix was, and imagining her daughter with this potential made her crazy. So without much said, Riza was forced into this school. She could tell she loathed it already. She loathed it with a passion.

She looked down to a piece of paper that she had been given upon being accepted hear. "Oh god..." She said softly, her wide eyes blinking a few times. It was about fifteen minutes ago that she should have been in the auditoruim for orientation. Without much thought she took off. It really wasn't hard to find, the auditorium was the room that laid right off to the side of the entrance. Though as she opened the doors, a knot formed in her throat, and she slipped in. There were a few people here, though Riza took near to no intrest in them. She ended up sitting in one of the seats near the front, her legs crossing over one another as she waited almost anxiously. Why she was so nervous, she did not know.

(Hope that's alright ^-^)
 
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As Melody reached the building she had been told was the auditorium, she watched as another girl entered, but everyone who was coming seemed to have already arrived.

She quickly moved to get inside as soon as possible, and carefully followed the girl she had watched come in, hoping to slip in as stealthily as possible. If the rumors on the net were anything close to true, this should be interesting...

She quietly sat down next to the girl, adopted a comfortable look, and said quietly "Hey, I'm Melody, were you a bit late as well?"
 
Peter heard the late entrants into the class, and turned around in his chair. "Don't worry, the class hasn't started late, so its not a big deal." he held out his hand towards them.

"I'm Peter," he said, with a genuine smile. "Are you just as nervous as i am about all this?"
 
Riza smiled to the woman who had taken a seat next to her, nodding lightly. Her lips parted to reply, though just as she did, a hand was crossing her line of vision. Instantly, she spun around, blushing a bit to see the man in back of her taking his seat.

His look was relaxed, something Riza hadn't known anyone here posessed really. She took his hand, shaking it gently as she turned to the woman once more, then back to him. After hearing that his name was Peter, Riza's smile returned. At least one of the men in this school didn't come across as sexual fiends. Not really like she had expected.

She coughed softly, finding that she had lost her voice for a moment. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Riza replied, a kind smile lacing her visage, painted across her lips. "My name is Riza...and yeah..." She said with a bit of a chuckle. "I am a bit nervous to say the least..." She said with a bit more of a tint along her cheeks.

She paused a bit, slipping her hand from his and placing it in her lap once more. "Is it really that noticable...?" She asked, wondering if she stood out much. True it was her first day here, and she really wasn't looking to impress anyone, but she wondered if wearing the low cut uniform shirt and high riding skirt, along with a black bra that showed and fishnets might be a bit much.
 
Peter chuckled at her seemingly abashed question. "No, it isn't noticeable at all. I was just making conversation," he said with a grin. His eyes glanced at her wardrobe choice, noticing the slightly risque outifit. Though honestly, compared to what he had heard about this school, it hardly stood out at all. He suddenly felt under-dressed in comparsion to her. It wasn't that he was wearing anything sloppy, just, common. he was in a regular dark jeans, and a white-tshirt, which he had just realized, was probably a size too small. It drew attention to his chest and arms, which weren't extremely muscular, but were well toned.

"Thats a nice name, Riza," he said, breaking from his thought reverie. "Its my pleasure to meet you." his right hand drummed on his desk. He was glad to make an aqquaintance right off the bat. He had heard so many stories about the women being sexual deviants at this school. While that wasn't completely un-enjoyable, he was glad to meet someone who seemed to ahve a little more sense in her.

"Hey, I was wondering if you'd be..." his words were cut off, as he saw the teacher tand up in the front of the class. It looked like she was about to bein the lesson.
 
Amara saw the room fall silent, and looked satisfied. Quite agreeable students really, she thought. It would likely be easier than she thought.

She moved closer to her desk, and said "Welcome all, to the Slut Academy. I am sure you are all excited to be here. Maybe a bit nervous, but hopefully more excited than nervous." and smiled, reassuringly around the room. She knew she was understating the nervousness. She herself had been more nervous. And rather than excited, she had been against being here. She knew there would be students here who would be questioning the very existence of the academy.

"The academy will help you get more comfortable with your body, with sex. And will equip you with skills needed to help you serve your nation better. Clearly some of you will learn faster and better. And that will mean some of you will be selected to provide you with advanced skills to help serve the nation in very advanced capacity" she didnt elaborate on this further.

She hoped she would have created enough curiosity around the 'advanced course and roles'. She knew some could still be reluctant.

"Some of you might not even like the fact that they are here, and I hope such number is very low. I hope everyone is open to at least giving us at the academy a chance at showing you all what you can gain by being here. All I ask of you all is a month of coperation. If you still dont like it here, I assure you we will help you go back to wherever you came from. And if you are here because your parents forced you here, we will make sure they accept you back without a problem. All I ask for in exchange is a month of trusting the teachers here. You do as we say, and everybody is happy."

She looked around the room, and added "Any questions at this stage?"
 
Christine smiled; Amara was clearly nervous, but was doing a great job. The kids didn't seem to hate her, which was good. She leaned back against the wall behind Amara, knowing the kids were eyeing them all to check them out. They wanted to see what kind of teachers they would have to deal with. She smiled at the assembly, her eyes travelling over them all with delight.
 
Melody almost gasped when she heard that word mentioned "Slut." Sure she had heard bits and pieces from people, and had been both unnerved and relieved from what she had uncovered in her look around their network, but the more she thought about it, the better it made sense, who better to go sneaking around than someone well knowledgeable about seducing people, of both genders at that...

She quickly worked to regain her composure and raised a hand to get attention, as she did have her first "assignment" to complete.
 
Amara looked around the room and saw a hand go up. She looked at the girl carefully, quite pretty with long strawberry, blonde hair. She waited to see if others had questions too, and then looked at her. The girl looked really eager, and could be someone to help everyone else ease out.

"Yes. You have a question for me miss...."
 
The mention of advanced courses drew the attention of Peter, as his hand shot into the air. He was used to excelling at most thing, and this ws just another oppurtunity for him. He saw that he wasn't alone, as another girl in the room also had raised her hand before him.
 
Mandy stood outside the door just out of sight, listening to Amara. God it was good to hear her voice it had been a while, Mandy had been very busy lately what with the new year, the under cover work and running a government. She understood her father a lot better these days. It still killed her the memory of him fading away in her arms while he whispered words of love to her, words she had waited her whole life to hear.

Snapping back to the present she took a deep breath. This was a new year, a new world and a new generation. What she hoped to accomplish would not only make her life as dictator safer, but make the future of next genreation more secure.

Mandy quickly flipped through the folders in her hand, she had all of teh students bio, histories, parents. she knew everything there was to know about each of them and nothing at the same time. But that was the point, one she learned the hard way. You may think you know some one only to find out everything you ever believed was a lie.

Sticking the files between her knees Mandy ran her fingures through her hair, ran her hands over her short, tugging the deep v even further down, the black silky fabric barely containing her, nothing but a silver chain keeping her shirt together. Mandy little balck skirt and matching jeweled stilettoes screamed come get me. A nice message but one sent out to a very special person.

Taking the files in her hand she reached out for the door knob slowly turning and opening the door. Taking one step inside she stood in full view of everyone and stopped. placing one of her mind blowingly seductive smiles on her perfectly red lips.
 
Melody noticed the other hands being raised, and was glad she had gotten this done early. "I was asked by Professor Edward to tell the dean that he wont be able to make it to the orientation, and had hoped you might make sure he knew"

"I am curious as to how sex is going to help our nation, but I am going to be rather interested in what the 'advanced' courses cover"

She chuckled to herself and silently added a few people she would have to "pay back" for failing to mention that tiny bit of important info, mainly being that this academy was overly sexual in nature. Oh well, if nothing else, she might have a bit of fun here while she was at it.
 
Amara saw Mandy walk in, and she felt relief wash over her. She had not seen her in a while, and the talk with Christine earlier that morning had left her really worried. She made a mental note to catch hold of her and tell her what she had in mind. She looked her over, and had a really difficult time pulling her eyes away from her. She looked stunning, sexy, and Amara had to do all she could to stop herself from going over and grabbing hold of her. She smiled at Mandy and winked.

She pulled her eyes away from her, and looked at the girl. She said "Thanks for letting us know. I am sure he had a good reason for it." she knew this was really down Rob's lane to handle, and she was sure Edwards and Rob would work out what happened.

She looked around to the others to see if they would want to take the question, knowing that she wanted to give away as little as possible on the academy's hidden operations. "Well. First of all our dictator loves sex, and as it makes her happy, it makes for a happier nation." she said pointing to Mandy, clearly joking, beckoning her to come over. "Jokes apart, there are studies which have shown that what you learn here, when applied well helps increase productivity in the nation. I think that alone is reason enough for us to want to do this. Apart from that, keeping this academy running just the way it has for some time now, helps make sure our nearby dictators still think the old dictator is still in place, helping us be more secure from their agression. "

She hoped she had cooked up a good enough story and added "And let me also add that you all are very fortunate today, that our leader, our dictator has dropped in here to visit you all. And we will still be happy to take any other questions." she said, looking at the boy called Peter, who seemed eager to ask something as well.
 
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Jeremy opened the door to the academy and made his way to the front desk wondering where to register.

Nobody was present at the desk so he decided to sit down on a bench alongside the counter and waited for someone to assist him.
 
Taking in Amara my eyes sparkled, she looked amazing as usual, if a little flustered from what my arrival or talking to the class??

"Well. First of all our dictator loves sex, and as it makes her happy, it makes for a happier nation."

That little quip made Mandy's heart race, even though Amara had said it as a joke her whole body hummed to life with memories, none to distant memories of sex, um sex with Amara mostly. The smile on her face grew alittle as she smirked at Amara.

listening to every word that dripped from her perfectly pouted lips. Walking across the room Mandy looked over the students openly appraising each and everyone of them, not just what was on the surface but what was in their eyes.

"And let me also add that you all are very fortunate today, that our leader, our dictator has dropped in here to visit you all"

Just as the words came out of Amara's mouth Mandy stopped standing mere inches from her, looking back at her she smiled first at her and then at Christine.

"thank you Amara, Christine." she nodded at each of them.

Facing the students now Mandy smiled, a warm, inviting, yet seductive smile. "hello class and welcome to the Academy, i am the Dictator, but we do not stand on formality here so if any of you wishes to address me it well be by 'mistress Mandy'" She almost burst out laughing at that but refrained herself wandering how many students would do so.

"Today I have one and only one reason for being here, and that is to meet you, yes each and everyone of you. In my hand i hold your profiles, academic, personal, family and work history." Mandy's eyes scanned the crowd taking in each persons reaction to her words.

"One might say i know everything there is to know about each and everyone of you.......But that is not important.....what is important is what I am going to do with these files....I am going to throw them in the trash, shread them, burn them, they well no longer exist." Mandy saw the many shocked looks the quick glaces, heard the hushed words.

"Today we all start over, like Amara asked of you, a chance to learn, a chance to except what it is to be educated here, i to am willing to give each and everyone of you a chance. The chance to start new, no past, no history, no failures, or victories, everything gone. Instead of judging each of you basedon what is in these files I well get to know each of you and judge you as a person. Hopefully you well do the same and not judge what this was but what this school can and well be through my leadership, and your suggestions." Mandy smiled.

"Perhaps some you have questions you would like to ask me before I take my leave?"
 
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Keeping his hand on her thigh where she stopped it he turned to look at Melody, "Nope, I am just trying to relax Missy. You can go ahead down to the orientation, and let the dean know the Professor Edward is comforting a student and she won't make the orientation."

Missy smiled at Edward then, shily, "thank you."

She reached up and touch his check, "I really dont know what to say. You are being so nice. For some odd reason I thought it would be a lot more" she paused, "forcefull, i guess. Considering what this schoool teaches I really didnt expect that there would be a whole lot of kindness or gentleness shown. If the rest of the instructors are a kind as you I may yet survive this strange place."
 
Professor MacDonald came down to the orientation after getting settled into his quarters. He didn't know whether or not he would have any guys in his class that had the problem, but he was sure that he would have plenty of the little sluts that will have to face the problem, and he was the best equipped to get them able to handle them in all ways. He looked around for the head mistress, for he missed the staff meeting today, and had to let her know that he was there.
 
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Brushing her honey-colored hair behind her ears, she said, "I heard you say you had some questions? Even though orientation hasn't started yet, I'd be happy to help you both." She held her hand out. "I'm Christine. What can I do for you?" Her question was perfectly inncouous, but her expression said that she'd do more than answer their questions, if they wanted.

Devina stuttered for the words to the questions the two had just been discussing, when the Dean called the meeting to order. Christine smiled, winked, and turned around, and Devina decided that she'd probably be a good resource for them if they still had questions after the orientation.

Mostly, they just wanted to know what sorts of activities were planned for after the orientation or if they had 'free time'. And then of course, there were questions about how sex could help the nation and about how exactly they were to learn sexual techniques in a classroom setting. In the back of her mind, Devina had her suspicions. After all, there were rumors about this place. But still, all of the things that the two had discussed would probably be answered in the orientation. It was a good feeling, though, that such a high-ranking person would notice their inquisitions and come to aid the two newbies.

Devina looked up and took notes furiously, Amara's speech actually giving her comfort rather than scaring her. She'd worried about the files, but then Amara had said that they'd be thrown out. This was starting over, a new life. Devina hoped that she didn't have to be scared, but Amara's very presence was giving the girl confidence.
Not everyone was going to take advantage of her the way that first guy had, and she had to learn to get over it. In fact, she may even learn how to take advantage of others if she needed to do so....

Quickly, Devina disciplined herself to stop her mind from wandering and listen to the questions from the other students, as well as their answers from Amara and staff. She couldn't help but notice the dark-haired hunk of muscle that walked in the side door and stood, leaning against the wall. OH my. She hoped he was a nice one. Other thoughts ran quickly through her brain, but she just as quickly pushed them aside.

Not too much, too soon. Amara might forget what had happened, but such would be a little more difficult for Devina. Heck, she hadn't even met her roommate yet! She wondered for a moment if roommates would ever be assigned 'homework' before another student's question interrupted her thoughts and brought her back to reality.
 
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When the teacher approached them, Devina seemed to have difficulty finding words. Ethan did for a moment. The woman had a powerful presence, and sensuality simply poured off of her. Nevertheless, he stood, taking her offered hand and shaking it. "Ethan." "It's, uh, a real pleasure, Christine." "Should I call you Miss Christine?" "I know you're an instructor and I don't want to be rude." He did have questions, and was about to ask when the orientation was called to order. He nodded to the striking blonde, "Perhaps after, thank you for offering your help."

He listened to the Headmistress speak and answer questions. There was a lot she left unsaid, that was just hinted at. It did confirm his suspicions though. There was more to this place than the obvious. He steepled his fingers in front of his face as he listened, leaf green eyes thoughtful. There were a lot of lines to read between. What exactly did they mean about serving the country? It had something to do with the advanced classes. Intruiging. There was something of a mystery here.

Then The Dictator walked in the auditorium. Ethan recognized her even before Amara referred to her, or she spoke herself. "What is she doing here," he whispered, again thinking out loud. The Dictator! Here! Why? The teacher's explanation made some sense, but it just reinforced his certainty that not only was there something hidden happening here, but it was something big. Something important.

Then she offered to take questions. Ethan hesitated a moment, and then stood. "Ma'am, uh, I mean, Mistress Mandy," what an odd way to prefer being addressed, "while I'm sure there is much....um, personal enjoyment to be had here, it still seems unusual for the leader of our nation to be so directly involved." He had to phrase this very carefully. Too direct, and she'd just deflect it. He needed to try and make a question that she'd try to answer so he could gleam some information from it. "Why is our great leader so interested in us?"
 
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