Slut Academy 2 (IC thread)

The sound of someone else’s voice made Riza jump. Her hand moved to her upper chest and with wide eyes, she looked over to the man standing down the hall. She was almost afraid that it was one of the teachers, considering she really shouldn't be out at this time of night. The thought of running crossed her mind, though if it was a figure of authority in the school, which would just make them more suspicious.

Her light blue eyes glinted for a moment as the moonlight hit her irises. She stayed where she was for the moment. Her eyes adjusted to the light a bit, and finally, placed the face with a name. It was a man she had been talking to earlier…Peter she thought his name was.

Riza, though, said nothing. The silence had been broken, though she still found herself unable to speak. Her rather wide eyes blinked slowly, looking down the dark hall to him, though slowly, she moved back to the window. “Hi.” Was all she managed to get out, though still, her voice was quiet, almost like a whisper.

She shook her head after another short lived moment, smiling up to him. “I’m sorry, I was just admiring the view…I guess I was out longer then I had expected.” She knew she didn’t have to make any excuses, though still, she figured that some explanation was in order, lest from where she was standing, did not see the figure clearly, and it did end up being someone else entirely.

“You were in my orientation class this morning weren’t you…?” She called once more, her head tilting off to the side lightly in curiosity. She figured that small talk was best right now. It lessened the rather awkward air that clung to this school, and now that there were only two of them, and Riza being who she was, she figured conversation would come far and few between, an aspect not many others appreciated about her.
 
she smiled at him. Exactly what she had feared. She nodded to him "It should be. I am sure you know your subject well enough, and it wont be my thing to tell you how to teach that. I can give you a couple of tips. Try to watch out for the ones that ar reluctant. You may want to open them up slowly. A lot of them might end up being against the idea of being here itself. Be careful with them. You dont want them swininging the class towards a rebel kind of a leaning, rather than an eager to learn."

And then stopped "Just something to watch out for. More so here than anywhere else. The topic is a bit uncomfortable for most"
 
Saul nodded, then considered. "Well, there's always the possibility of covering both aspects. That might make it easier. I could make projects for them to work on, allowing them to choose which they want to do. I also have to write up a course syllabus or something. The dean wanted one."
 
Peter stopped in his trackas as the figure came into clearer view, and the once hazy sillohuete became the girl he had met earlier today during the orientation class.

"hey! thats right, you're...Rizza, right?" Peter hoped he had pulled the correct name from his head, as there had been many introductions today. He smiled at her, and moved next to her, in front of the windows, that overlooked the large acres that belonged to the institution. Moonlight struck through the windows, and spotlighted the hallway in its light, as they stood there in siilence for a while.

"It really is a nice view," he said at last, breaking the silence. "With all the commotion thats always happening here, you sometimes overlook these things." He liked the girl, he had decided. She seemed not to be overburdened with the constant sexual crazed attiude that everyone else here had. Being sent her against his own wishes, it was something he could very easily relate to.

"so. what do you think of our first day so far?" he asked.
 
Riza shrugged gently. "I'm not sure what to think really..." She said quite bluntly. Riza was never one to find round about ways of saying things. She often spoke her opinion, weather the person she was talking to would want to hear it or not. "I don't think I really should be here....not for the purpose people are expecting of me..." Once more, Riza sighed, her form slinking over to the far wall of the corridor and sliding down to sit on the floor.

"It was a long day...I'm kind of looking forward to tomorrow though..." Riza, in short, was even shocked herself by this. She did not know what she was saying. Looking forward to being thrust back into the life of a prostitute. Not only that, but a prostitute that held none of her sexual intrests what so ever.

She smiled a bit, in the general direction that Peter was still standing. She figured that he was alot like her, weather he realized it or not. The two wern't as overtaken by the whole sexual act that people here seemed to be obsessed with.

(I'm sorry this is so short, though tonight I'm in a bit of a hurry >.<)
 
She nodded to him "That sounds right". She knew Rob had always insisted on having well designed courses. And it was clearly going to help. She added to him "Since this is your first week here, dont hesitate to ask Rob or Christine for help. Maybe even me or Mandy, but we are not very experienced at teaching either, though we understand what a student here would need. But Rob and Christine are experienced and great teachers"

She remembered how they had been her first teachers here an year back. As they sat there having their dinner, she saw Rob, and waved over to him and said to saul "Look the dean is here too. You could even ask him to help with a couple of classes at first if you think you will need it. I think you will do just fine without help too, by the way" she said smiling at him.
 
Rob smiled and walked over to Saul and Amara. "Hey, guys, how's everything going? Has your first day been as overwhelming as mine? Not only are we trying to iron out this paperwork and get all the details straight, but it's hard moving into a brand-new facility like this."

He sat down at the table, took a sip of coffee. "These buildings in the middle of the city, it's...well, it doesn't feel as campus-like as before. Is it me, or does the technology in the city seem a lot more complex and high-tech than it did in the country?"

Rob looked Amara up and down, as he always did, eyeing her skirt and the nipples poking through her tight shirt. "I'm going to go home and help Christine get the dinner ready. Amara, can we still expect you tonight?"
 
Saul smiled, and nodded. Then he looked over at Rob, and waved him over. "Let's see if he can help me with the course outline, at least. Unless you'd rather do so? I'm sure between you and Miss Mandy, it shouldn't be much trouble. Though the fact that Miss Christine was hitting on me in front of him might mean she'd be willing to help. Either that or she wants something else."

Once the man was over there, he grinned. "Sir, I was wondering if you could help with the outline necessary for my first class."
 
Rob's stress level was reaching the maximum. He was getting burnt out already and this was only the first day.

He took a deep breath and said, "Sure, Saul, I'd be happy to help. I don't know if I can help today, though. Could we meet in my office tomorrow morning at, say, 7:30? I know it's short notice, but if you just want to come up with something I can take a look at it and give some advice. It doesn't have to be perfect on the first day of class, anyway." He chuckled and added, "We can't expect every student to be a slut the first week. It took Amara almost a full month." He nudged her elbow and winked.
 
Saul laughed, and nodded. Then he considered, and pulled out a pen. He started writing a napkin, thinking carefully, while he listened. "I should be able to come up with something by then. There should have been an orientation for the teachers though." He smiled.
 
Rob nodded. "Well, we had a few meetings, but we didn't, unfortunately, get into the details of the class syllabus and structure. Maybe we should have. But basically, if you just remember that we're here to create a comfortable and safe environment for people to let out their sexual desires, questions, experimentations, fantasies, then you'll be all set. You don't need to have a very strict syllabus, because it's all a work in progress. Think of it as a working script for a film that will involve a lot of improvisation - just get the bare bones and let the actors take it from there."
 
Saul considered that, then grinned as an idea occurred to him. "A Hentai club. We should try making one." He nodded, looking up from his writing. "It would help a great deal in many cases, since it's both very arousing, and in many cases, utterly ridiculous."
 
Rob was intrigued. "A Hentai club?" he asked. "I'm not familiar with that term."

He looked to Amara, wondering if he was missing something obvious. Looking back to Saul, he said, "Could you explain that a little? I'm always open to new suggestions about this school. I want Slut Academy to be the best that it possibly can be."
 
Saul smiled, sitting up and looking between the two of them. Then he spoke two words. "Anime Porn." He grinned, and then looked back down, going back to his writing. He had managed a fairly decent syllabus, though it would need a great deal more work, he knew. He would need to know what he had to work with before he made anything definite.
 
Amara looked on at the two men, interested in what they were talking about. She almost scowled at Rob when he mentioned Amara's first month. He didnt want to get her started on that, now did he. But she was still all playful about it. Even the scowl had been quite playful, and she thought Rob may get it.

She then looked back at Rob, with the same lost expression he had on his face, and turned to Saul, waiting for him to clarify. She kenw Rob was always up for adding to the course, and she herself was eager to learn too.
 
Missy was almost at her room finally.

It had actually been a quiet walk. She was glad. It had been a rough night.

Her hand was reaching out for the mob.
 
Melody was a bit winded from the short sprint she had done, "Missy, please don't goto bed like this, it only gets worse if you don't talk it out. I've been to the dark, and trust me, you don't want that"
 
Missy looked at her quad mate, "there really in nothing to talk about."

She moved inside with her and nudge her toward a sofa in the open area.

"you know full well this is a place to be endured not a place to relax. SO talking is really the last thing I need to do."

Then sat down beside her.
 
Melody was a bit dismayed at this place being called a place to be "endured."

"I don't really think 'endured' is the proper term, though from what I'm sensing, Mr. Edwards took things far further than you wanted to let things go for now, and you can be sure that if thats the case, I am going to be asking some 'awkward' questions in class tomorrow. No one should have to be victimized due to inexperience."

"I fully meant what I said about protecting those I care for, and you, Missy, I think might be one of my special charges, that I'm going to be extra careful watching out for, until you're better able to sense when things are going bad, and know just how to stop them from going further."

"Sex is after all, supposed to be about the pleasure, and when you have a considerate, careful, and devoted lover, you feel like your doing magic..."

She had been careful about wording things just right, trying to build at least some trust, and hopefully, helping Missy feel a bit safer around her, and hopefully, giving her a safe place to let whatever hurt had happened in that room, out...
 
Jeremy was waiting for quite a while now. He thought about leaving and coming back another day but then again it wouldn't hurt to be patient.

He pondered on the bench thinking about what this school had to offer. It was called a slut academy so he figured there'd be some fine ladies around here. Ones who dressed to please the eyes of a man and then out of nowhere ask to fuck them.

Jeremy smiled as he stared at the ceiling.
 
Elengil said:
Melody was a bit dismayed at this place being called a place to be "endured."

"I don't really think 'endured' is the proper term, though from what I'm sensing, Mr. Edwards took things far further than you wanted to let things go for now, and you can be sure that if thats the case, I am going to be asking some 'awkward' questions in class tomorrow. No one should have to be victimized due to inexperience."

"I fully meant what I said about protecting those I care for, and you, Missy, I think might be one of my special charges, that I'm going to be extra careful watching out for, until you're better able to sense when things are going bad, and know just how to stop them from going further."

"Sex is after all, supposed to be about the pleasure, and when you have a considerate, careful, and devoted lover, you feel like your doing magic..."

She had been careful about wording things just right, trying to build at least some trust, and hopefully, helping Missy feel a bit safer around her, and hopefully, giving her a safe place to let whatever hurt had happened in that room, out...

Missy looked at her, "your as confused as the prefessor. Its time for me to get some sleep"

She got up and walked to her room xlosing her door leaning on it breathing deeply.

Then she got ready for bed. and laid down.
 
"Its ok, you can come in now Elise" Melody said. From what Melody could see in Elise's eyes, she had heard enough. "Lets get to bed, shall we?" The prospect of spending a bit of time, just cuddling for now, sounded quite good to Melody, and she hoped Elise would understand. Melody was careful to leave the wrist unit on, and set it to wake her up early, so she could give Elise a proper awakening...
 
showdolly said:
Nervous, both in looking like this on purpose in front of a guy and about how Ethan himself might react, the shy-but-trying brunette once again bit her lower lip as she fiddled with the hem of her skirt at both thighs. She didn't want Ethan to think less of her because of dressing this way, even though she knew that this was a silly notion - it was, after all, dress code here.

Still, she wanted Ethan to like her as a person. It'd be cool if he were attracted to her, but first and foremost, Devina wanted Ethan's mind to be engaged with her. The body part would come later. At least she hoped the body part would come later. It was at this point that she realized, the body part might come sooner than she'd thought about, and not because of Ethan himself but because of the nature of the school... and of this single lesson.

Devina closed her eyes and stifled a whimper.

Ethan sighed as the women disappeared. Christine was really messing with him. She was just so incredibly sexy, and she knew it. She wielded it like a weapon against him. Was that what they taught here? If so...it was potent. A group of people trained like could do all kinds of...

He lost his train of thought as the light behind the screen clicked on. He couldn't see anything but silhouettes, but those he saw perfectly. "Good God," he whispered. Devina's lush curves were obvious, becoming more so as she disrobed. He saw each article of clothing that fell away, until he was painfully aware that she was clad only in a bra. His imagination supplied him an image of what that might look like, and he felt his arousal spike. He licked his suddenly dry lips. One by one, Christine handed the almost naked girl clothes, and with surprising detail, he watched her don them. He felt almost guilty about it. This was voyeurism, and she didn't know he could see...it was wrong, wasn't it? But he couldn't look away. His eyes went wide as he saw Christine reach out and touch Devina's big breasts, and he felt his crotch tingle.

Then she stepped out in plain view. The colors weren't quite right for her, but that barely registered. The skirt rode high, exposing most of her sleek, smooth legs, and tantalizingly hinting at what lay beneath. The top was tight and sheer and it showed that she was just as well endowed as he had imagined. In many cases, clothes made a woman look bigger, not here. They were all real. It took him a few momets to realize that he was staring and holding his breath. He began to breathe again, his face blushing, then paling, then blushing again. "Devina, you look magnificent." "It's...you're just..." Damn, this was pathetic! Pull it together, man. "It suits you, Devina, it's very flattering." "You take my breath away."
 
Christine smiled slightly, watching Ethan's reaction to Devina dressed up. He was flustered, and trying not to show it, and she was enjoying herself far too much for the first day of school. Sliding an arm around Devina's shoulders, she turned her smile encouraging. "See, Devina? You look wonderful when you're dressed like this." She rubbed the girl's shoulder lightly with her fingers. "It won't be so bad being here, will it?"

Pulling her arm back, she clapped her hands together. "All right, dear. Go back behind the screen and we'll try something else on you." She guided Devina behind the screen again with a little smile at Ethan and pointed imperiously at her. "Strip down again." As Devina obeyed, Christine sorted through the clothes she'd brought out and picked out a strapless white minidress. Looking at it, then looking at Devina she sighed.

"Devina, I think this will look great on you, but I'm afraid it's a no-bra dress." She handed the dress over and held out her other hand for the skirt, sweater, and bra without going behind the screen.
 
Ethan nodded, feeling like he was regaining his equilibrium. "She's right, Devina." "Wonderful is the exact right word." As for what it would be like here, he wasn't going to comment on that. He hadn't made up his mind himself. As Devina went back behind the screen, he felt himself calming further. Though at Christine's smile, he felt a flash of irritation. She knew exactly what this was doing to him.

The imperious nature of her command sent a little thrill to him. Strong women were always a big turn-on, and there was no doubt that she was one of those. He wondered if she would put him behind the screen as well. And...well, she was watching Devina, would she do that to him? That could make it...interesting, to say the least.

At the words "no bra," his head snapped up. Devina in that without a...wow. Just wow. She'd look fantastic. He only hoped he'd be able to control his reaction. Just the thought of it was causing a shift in blood flow.
 
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