Chapter 11: Chapter 11
The knock came at half past nine, and Chloe knew before she opened it that it would be Ruby, because Ruby always knocked twice and let herself in on the third.
She was still in her robe, hair damp, one sock on. Ruby looked her over from the doorway and whistled.
"You look like a girl who got ridden hard and put away wet. Sit down. Talk."
Chloe dropped onto her bed and Ruby dragged the desk chair around backwards and straddled it, chin on her arms, waiting.
"So? Everything. Start to finish."
So Chloe told her. The note, the drive, the stone hall, Hale at the front with his chalk. The seduction timing exercise. The moment she clocked Brad's face while a girl did her best on him and he stayed politely, stubbornly soft. The examination table, the boys' fingers, the tape measure. Brad's mouth on her, coached, clumsy, then relentless, three orgasms with the whole class watching her heels drum the wood.
"All three?" Ruby said. "In front of them?"
"Voss counted them out loud. Well, Hale did."
She told her about the blowjob, the slow swallow of a cock going soft in her throat, the boy who panicked and came early down her neck, and what she'd said about him in front of the whole class. She told her about the line of boys, one after another, and the woman instructor's tongue cleaning her out after the last one.
Ruby never interrupted now. She just watched, and her eyes had gone bright and steady.
Chloe described the boys honestly, the wiry one who'd been inside Anouk, the lean dark one she'd taken at the end, how he'd been quick and earnest, how his cum had run out of her on the table. She described the blonde second-year's turn against the window sill. She left out nothing, because leaving things out with Ruby had stopped making sense days ago.
Ruby let the silence sit for a second. Then she said, "I'd like to lick every inch of you. For forensic purposes. Evidence of what you did today."
Chloe laughed. "Forensics."
"Strictly professional. A full survey. Every inch."
"I'm sure."
"I'm extremely sure." Ruby held the deadpan for three seconds and then both of them were grinning at the ceiling, and neither of them said the thing underneath it, which was that they both wanted it.
"You're wrecked," Ruby said instead, softer. "Last night was the tower, and Voss, and me and that giant cock, and then this morning. Plus whatever that big cock of Brad's did to you."
"It wasn’t in me remember he fucked the other instructor. Just the fingers, and a very little bit of tongue. But I did take two other cocks. My pussy and throat are getting s little sore tonight."
"Your body may need a little rest." Ruby stood, folded the chair back, and paused at the door. "Your pussy will get used to this kind of week faster than you'd expect. Faster than the rest of you. Also, this week's been busy even by our standards. Rest this weekend. I mean it. Lay low."
So Chloe did. Saturday she slept until the bells, ate in her room, read. Sunday she took a bath so long her fingers wrinkled and thought about almost nothing at all. Her cunt felt bruised in a way that wasn't quite unpleasant, a low background hum of use.
Monday's afternoon block, the east corridor, the door that didn't look like a door.
Voss was waiting when they filed in, and on the demonstration table sat a long cardboard box she didn't open.
"Today," Voss said, "we're going to talk about your asses."
Nobody spoke. Dot made a small sound and pressed her lips together.
"Statistically, by the time you leave this school, anal sex will be part of your lives. Some of you will love it. Some of you will do it strategically. All of you will do it, at minimum, competently. So. Anatomy."
She drew on the board, clinical and precise, the rectum, the sphincters, the two rings of muscle, one voluntary and one not. She talked angles, the bend of the canal, why slowness mattered, why the outer ring relaxed under rhythm and the inner one under patience. It was the same dry voice she used for the penis diagrams, and it worked the same way, making it all feel like geometry.
Then she turned on the projector.
The first video was porn, glossy and loud, a girl bent over a counter with a large man behind her, and Voss stopped it twice, once to point out the angle of entry, once to say, "Note her expression. This is what men expect to see. This is the performance layer." Another clip. Another. Voss narrated over them like a nature documentary. "This is what he's seen a thousand times. This is the standard in his head. Your job is to exceed it, not imitate it."
She stopped one frame on a small bottle being tipped over a girl's asshole, fingers working shine into the dimple. "Almost every scene like this is cut here, between shots. Lube gets applied. Many of the girls have worn plugs for an hour beforehand to stretch the sphincter. None of this appears on camera. You will understand why in a moment."
Then two shorter clips, plainer, dimmer, clearly shot for instruction. A woman on her back with a pillow under her hips. A tube of lubricant, a finger, then two, then a tapered steel plug pressed slowly against her until the widest point passed and her body closed around the neck of it.
"How does it stay in?" Renata asked.
"The neck is narrower than the body. The sphincter closes behind it. Your muscles will hold it there for you once it's seated."
Dot raised her hand halfway and put it down and raised it again. "What about, um. Mess."
The room went very still.
"It's the first question everyone has, so let's answer it properly," Voss said. "Firm, solid stool almost never leaves residue where you'd notice. Feces doesn't sit at the opening waiting to come out. It passes and the rectum empties and stays empty until the next urge. If your stool is loose and runny, then yes, there can be a mess. That's not a moral failure, and it's no shame. Professional performers deal with it. So will you. If it happens, you handle it, you clean up, nobody dies."
Someone exhaled audibly. Several girls looked visibly lighter.
Voss opened the cardboard box.
Inside, nested in foam, rows of chrome plugs caught the window light, each one ending in a flat base set with a fake jewel, red or blue. Three sizes in every set. She handed out a box and a tube of water-based lubricant to each girl.
"Before anything happens, housekeeping. If anyone has even the slightest urge to shit, go now. If anyone's stool is loose or runny today, say so now, quietly, and I'll build a separate plan for you. There is no penalty and no gossip leaves this room."
Nobody moved. Nobody spoke.
"Good. Undress."
Twelve girls stood and stripped. The air was different from Thursday; this felt like the inside of a held breath.
"Anouk. Front. On the table, knees apart, and reach back and spread your cheeks with your hands."
Anouk climbed up, small and pale and freckled, folded herself forward, and pulled herself open with both hands, her little brown eye bare to the room.
Voss turned to Chloe. "Bennett. Get her ready the way you think it should be done. The class watches everything."
Chloe stepped up. She bent close, close enough to feel the warmth off Anouk's skin, and dragged her tongue slowly around the tight brown ring. The texture was new, smooth and puckered and gripping faintly at her, nothing like the soft give of a pussy. Anouk made a tiny sound above her.
Chloe licked again, then stiffened her tongue and pushed it in, fucking the tight ring with small strokes, feeling it loosen around her by degrees. She drew back, licked one finger wet, and eased it in to the first knuckle. Anouk's hips twitched. Chloe pulled out, licked the finger again from base to tip, and went back to her asshole with her mouth, leaving it slick and shining.
The finger slid in easier the second time. She stroked it slowly in and out, and she could feel Anouk breathing around it, could feel the muscle stop clenching and start permitting. A second finger worked in beside the first, and Anouk's shoulders dropped, her spread cheeks trembling faintly under Chloe's palms.
Chloe reached for the smallest plug in Anouk's set. Instead of the lubricant she pressed it first between Anouk's pussy lips, working it around her entrance, coating the chrome in the wet that was already running down there, then drew it out glistening.
She slid the plug into her asshole again and it was almost sucked in, stopping at the flat base.
Chloe gave it a tug but the girls sphincter held it tightly in place.
Voss asked “Miss Bennett, why did you put the plug into her pussy first? Explain your choice."
"Miss Voss," she said, "I know the lube is right there, but she was so wet it seemed a waste."
"Her pussy looked so inviting. The thought just came."
“ the sight of her pussy was turning you on while you stretched her asshole”
“Yes” Chloe admitted.
“Anyone else a little turned on by this scene? Does looking at this girl spreading her cheeks wide, pussy slightly open and a little toy in her asshole look enticing to anyone else?”
A couple of hands came up shyly around the room when Voss asked who else was turned on.
Voss looked at the ones who had the courage to raise their hands. She called for the two to come over. She had each of them bend and give Anouk's cunt a quick lick and a brief tongue fuck, and then bent down herself, took one slow deliberate taste, and straightened.
"Your turn to confirm, Bennett."
Chloe leaned in and licked Anouk from her clit to her asshole, slow, and the small girl shuddered while still bent and spread wide on the table.
"Note how relaxed her sphincter is now," Voss said. She gave it an experimental tug and it held firmly in place. but it will stay like this until deliberately removed.
"Next. Bennett on the table. Anouk, you'll do the same for her."
Chloe climbed up, knees apart, and reached back and pulled herself open for the class. Her ass cheeks wide as she could pull them. the skin around her asshole stretching tight and the opening into her pussy right next to the perineum just under her puckering asshole now slowly parting open allowing a hint of a view into her vagina. Chloe felt the eyes on her, and realized she was enjoying it.
Anouk's tongue was hot and small against her hole, circling, then pressing in, and the sensation was nothing Chloe had felt before, a wet invasion of a place that had never been touched by anyone. Heat bloomed low in her belly. She heard herself breathe out loud.
Her pussy was getting wet, and she could feel it getting wet, and the whole class could see it.
"She's aroused," Voss observed. "Note that anal stimulation alone did this."
Anouk worked a slick finger into her, and Chloe wiggled her hips a little. Anouk moved her finger the way she'd been told, side to side, round and round, until the muscle quit fighting. Chloe could feel the difference now as her asshole relaxed. she fely the cool slick lubricant now on Anouks fingers as it pushed into her. a few more strokes of two fingers now. then they pulled out and she missed the sensation a little. Then the chrome toy entered and stretched her, burned, pumped, and slipped home to the base with the red jewel facing back toward the room.
Then as Chloe is adjusting to the pressure of the buttplug , She felt Anouk's tongue slide into her parted pussy lips into her fuck hole. the tongue reached into her desperately and licked up and down inside the entrance of her fuck tunnel, which was now so wet and full of desire. anouk finished with a few broad wet licks of her clit , the girls nose actually pressed into her fuck hole and she loved it.
A second later another mouth on her pussy as she stayed bent over and stretched wide. different girl, different way of licking her.
one after another, she lost count, it had to be at least half of the cleas.
then another one, even with her eyes closed she recognized the hand on her lower back and the way she licked and sucked on her. it was Voss. and before her tongue left her body it circled the little jeweled buttplug. the womans skilled strong tongue made the plug wiggle and Chloe almost came, but she deliberately held it at bay.
"Good girl. Sit. And Everyone, keep them in until I tell you otherwise."
She sat with the plug pressing inside her and the extra pressure from sitting on the chair, and did not mind the new pressure against her asshole at all.
The class ran the procedure girl by girl. Renata went next and took her plug with the same iron composure she brought to everything, though her breath shortened once. Liv's slid home so fast the sound of it carried, and she laughed from the table, low and delighted, and Voss noted it aloud: high tolerance, likely a preference. Dot whimpered and took nearly ten minutes, Anouk staying bent beside her, talking her through the breathing in a voice that was supposed to be soothing and mostly was.
Voss put Chloe to work. Four times she stood behind a bent classmate and did what she'd done for Anouk, tongue first, then fingers, then the chrome, and each time she was aware of the room watching her hands and her mouth and making its own private calculations. None of the other girls got half of what she'd gotten on the table. Even Voss licked only three of them, quick and expert, a physician's kiss. Somewhere between the third girl and the fourth, a thought cooled in Chloe's stomach: everyone was memorizing her, and memorizing cuts both ways. She filed it next to Vance's warnings.
When all twelve were seated, jeweled and squirming faintly, Voss folded her arms.
"Out loud. One at a time, starting with Anouk. What you felt going in, what you feel now, and whether there was pleasure. During, after, or right this second. Honesty is the exercise."
The answers ranged the whole map. Anouk: "It burned, and now it feels like a secret. A little bit of pleasure right now." Renata, flat: "Minimal discomfort. No pleasure. It's an instrument." Liv: "None going in. I liked it immediately. I like it now. Sitting is the best part." Dot went pink and admitted she'd felt nothing but pain the whole way and still did, and Voss nodded like that was a data point as good as any.
Then it was Chloe's.
"Sting first," Chloe said. "Then stretch, then a burn that doesn't quite stop. Then fullness, and under the fullness something building that isn't pain. Right now there's pressure every time I shift, and I don't mind it." She paused. "And the tongues. I didn't know whose mouth was on me, half the class, one after another, eating my pussy while I was bent over with my cheeks spread. That was the most arousing part of the whole exercise and I couldn't see any of them."
"Excellent report," Voss said. "Write nothing down. Remember it."
She explained the map of it, plainly. Not everyone would ever enjoy this. Some would tolerate it to please a partner or partners, and that was a legitimate skill. Some would like it. A few would prefer it. But all of them would leave this school with a functional knowledge of anal sex, how to do it right, how to do it wrong, and how to tell the difference before it mattered.
Then she crossed to the side door and let a man in.
He was somewhere past thirty, ordinary-handsome, in a plain grey shirt, and he walked to the front like a man who had walked to fronts his whole life. Twelve jeweled girls sat up straighter.
"Girls, this is Paul," Voss said. "He is a professional. He stars in adult films, and he is very good at what he does."
A ripple of giggles went through the room, bright and unguarded. A real one. Paul grinned and let them.
Voss pressed a button on a remote. The whiteboard rose smoothly into the ceiling and the giant screen behind it woke, and the lights dimmed.
The film was a clip from something longer. Paul, younger in it, on a couch with a sultry middle-aged woman and a girl who couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty. The older woman coached the girl through a blowjob, hand in her hair, murmuring angles. Chloe studied Paul's cock on screen and found herself almost disappointed. Long, maybe seven and a half inches, but slim. Average girth, or near it. Everything she'd been learning about averages confirmed in one glance.
Then the woman bent over the couch arm and Paul fucked her ass, and the girl simply spat on the older woman's asshole and he drove right in. Three or four girls made noise, a gasp and someone's flat "oh my God."
"How many of you have watched adult videos like this?" Voss called out. Three hands went up. "You'll all be getting related homework."
On screen, Paul pulled out of the woman and the girl sucked him wet again. Before he continued fucking her sss. Repeating this cycle several times. Then the woman knelt and licked and fingered the girl's asshole while Paul kept stroking into her. Then he moved to the younger girl, on her back now, the woman straddling her face and holding her legs up high, and Paul began to inch into her ass. An inch at a time, a few strokes, back out, the woman bending to wet his cock with her mouth and spit on the girl's hole. Deeper. Deeper. Until he was sliding smooth and easy, and the woman ground down on the girl's mouth while he fucked her harder and harder.
He came holding himself still, an inch inside her ass. Apparently pumping her ass full of hot cum. He pulled out, the woman sucked him once, then went down on the girl's gaping asshole and licked the cum leaking out of it in slow spurts. Then she spat it into the girl's mouth and they kissed, and the screen went dark.
The lights came up. Paul stood with his hands in his pockets, comfortable under twelve pairs of wide eyes.
"That's a typical day's work," he said. "What you didn't see: that girl used four different sized plugs that morning, and the crew squirted a lot of lube straight into her off-camera. The older woman used no lube at all. She only does sometimes, usually if the guy is really thick. Honestly, I'm glad I'm not. Thick is occasionally a curse in this business. If you like to do a lot of anal scenes "
The questions came fast. A tall girl asked whether he preferred anal or vaginal.
"Different sensations. Vaginal is grip and heat all around you. Anal is tighter at the ring and softer past it, and the taboo does something to me I can't manufacture. I like both. I'd never pick."
Another girl, emboldened, asked, "Do you ever fuck men in the ass? An ass is an ass, isn't it?"
Paul laughed. "I don't kiss men, and men have mouths too, so no. I don't fuck men."
The mess question came last, timid, from somewhere in the back. He answered it the way Voss had, without flinching. It happens, it has happened. Newer performers get embarrassed. The crew and the male actor do a cleanup and continue if she can. No big deal, nothing to be ashamed of.
"Enough," Voss said, and the room hushed. "Time for a demonstration. Volunteers to go first?"
Nobody raised a hand. Nobody moved.
"That's expected," Voss said.
She walked to the center of the front, in front of the big table, facing the class, and pulled her black skin-tight dress up and off in one smooth motion. She stood naked except for her heels, letting them look at all of her, the heavy bust, the athletic flat of her stomach.
Then she turned. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks with both hands, teasing, unhurried, and the class leaned forward as one body.
Sparkling between her cheeks, seated deep, a blue jewel caught the light.
Chloe's clit pulsed once, hard, at the sight of it. The blue jewel set in Voss's ass, the same chrome they all carried now, seated in the body of the woman who ran this room. Her own plug shifted as she squeezed her thighs together without meaning to.
Voss climbed onto the demonstration table and went down on her knees, thighs spread wide, back arched so her ass presented high toward the class. Then, a low whir of electric motors, and the table sank a few inches with her on it. Chloe blinked. All term she had assumed the table was just a table. Paul stepped in behind her and patted her ass twice, like a jockey settling a horse, when it stopped at what was apparently the right height.
"Class, gather around," Voss said, her voice level even folded over like that. "Paul deserves a couple of mouths on his cock before we begin."
The girls moved fast. Two of them dropped to their knees at his belt, unbuckling his trousers together, while a third unbuttoned his grey shirt and peeled it off his shoulders. He was built, a hard six pack, a heavy muscled chest, and more dark hair across it than any Ashworth boy they'd examined. Chloe stayed back a step, watching the others instead of pushing in. For once she wanted to see them.
Anouk surprised her. The small pale girl went first, wrapping her hand around his soft cock and taking the head into her mouth without hesitation, freckled cheeks hollowing. Renata appeared beside her and they traded him back and forth, one mouth then the other, the slim cock thickening between their lips until it stood out rigid and wet.
Voss cleared her throat, deliberately, loudly. A girl who had been watching the blowjob turned, saw the offered ass in front of her, and put a hand on Voss's cheek almost by reflex. No resistance came, so she got bolder, bent in, and licked Voss from her clit up across her puckered hole, darting her tongue into the ring twice, then circling the jeweled base of the plug in slow rings.
"Play with it," Voss told her. "Move it around. Tug it. Pull out a little and let my asshole pull it back in, like suction."
The girl worked it side to side, up and down, round and round, then pulled, gently at first, harder, until the wide body of the plug stretched Voss open and slid partway free. She let go and it snapped back, sucked deep until the base sat flat against her browneye. Voss made a low sound of approval.
Chloe was wet. She hadn't expected that, and the tingling had started around her own plug too, a warm awareness of the chrome inside her. She moved closer to Voss's ass, close enough to smell her pussy, musky and sharp, and had to stop herself from burying her face in it from behind.
Paul stepped toward her. The girls' mouths came off his cock and they watched. He gripped the blue jewel and pulled, slow and steady, and Voss made a sound low in her throat as it stretched her and finally came free all the way. It was one of the large ones, from the same sets they each had. Her asshole gaped, small and briefly open, and Paul pushed the toy back in and out a few times, working the ring looser.
Chloe leaned over without deciding to and spat into Voss's asshole, then spat again onto the head of his cock as he set it against the opening. He pressed in, a few inches, pulled almost all the way out, pushed again, gentle and patient. A few times he circled his hips with his hand wrapped around the base of himself, letting the ring learn him. Voss let out a soft, "Mmm."
Paul looked down at Chloe. She looked up at him and smiled, and he slid his hand behind her head and drew her toward Voss's asshole. He was stroking in about half his length now, shiny with her spit. Chloe opened her mouth and looked up at him with her eyes, and he pulled his cock out of Voss's ass and pushed it straight into her mouth and down her throat in one motion.
He held there a second, her throat flexing around him, then drew out slowly while she chased him with her tongue, coating the shaft in as much spit as she could gather. When he pulled free with a string connecting them, half the class could see exactly what she'd done. She had just supplied lube with her mouth.
He went back into Voss's ass and it was a smooth plunge, balls deep in one stroke. Voss gasped and gripped the table edge.
As Paul fucked her, Chloe backed off and Anouk slid into her place, and Paul pulled out and fed the smaller girl his cock, straight from Voss's asshole into her throat. Anouk tried to do what Chloe had done, letting her spit pool as he withdrew. Another girl forced her way in, and another moved up on Voss's other side, and Paul began giving each girl who came up a taste of Voss's ass off his cock in exchange for their saliva. Eight of the twelve took their turn, the room a quiet shuffle of knees and wet sounds on the slightly lowered table.
"Cum in my ass," Voss said, and her voice had gone slightly ragged. "Just like the video."
Chloe knew that voice. She'd heard it under her tongue on Wednesday, the sound Voss made when she was close. Without being asked she climbed onto the lowered table beside the woman, reached between the spread thighs with a spit-covered finger, and started rubbing Voss's clit in tight circles.
"Inside," Voss whispered.
Chloe slid two fingers into her pussy. It was drenched, hot, and the space inside had changed, the cock in the next hole dominating everything, walls swollen and tight around her fingers with every stroke Paul took. She curled them and found the g-spot and massaged it, and she found herself wondering what that would feel like, being filled in both holes at once, plugged and knuckled and fucked.
Voss's breathing shortened. The raggedness climbed. Paul's hips were slapping her cheeks now, his cock shining with eight girls' spit, and the woman said, barely controlled, "Bennett. Get under me."
Chloe got on her back and slid under her, fast, scooting until her face was directly beneath Voss's dangling pussy, the wet cock sliding in and out of the asshole two inches above her mouth, close enough that his balls brushed her forehead on the back stroke. She reached up and licked and sucked Voss's pussy, tongue lapping at the clit while Paul drove in overhead, and she watched the shaft appear and disappear, gleaming, impossibly close.
A thin fluid was running down from around the stretched ring of Voss's butthole, down over the perineum, along both sides of her pussy lips, and some of it running into the womans partly open vagina. chloe strained to raise her head higher, getting slapped in the face by the mans now moist ballsack. she licks the juice from inside the entry to the womans vag and cleans her lips off with her tongue. The flavor tastes mostly like the girls saliva. the other part of the flavor is slightly sweet but bitter. Chloe finds it perfectly fine to lick up. its the same as the taste on the mans cock when he pulled it from voss's ass when she sucked it, she now remembers. Different than the taste of pussy, but not something bad like she had once imagined.
Above her, Paul's rhythm changed. He had stopped feeding his cock to the girls entirely now, both hands gripping Voss's hips, driving in to the base with faster, harder strokes. The slap of his stomach against her cheeks carried through the room, and Voss's arms shook on the table.
Chloe felt the trembling start in the thighs bracketing her ears. She abandoned the leaking wetness running down over her chin and went back to Voss's clit, sealing her lips around it and sucking, tongue flicking fast.
"There," Voss breathed, barely a voice at all. "Bennett. Yes."
Voss came shaking, a long rolling climax that Chloe felt through her whole mouth, the clit swelling against her tongue, the pussy clenching around nothing, a fresh gush of wet coating Chloe's lips and chin. She held on and kept sucking through wave after wave, drawing the orgasm out longer than it wanted to stop, and Voss's fingers found her hair and gripped hard enough to hurt.
Above Chloes face Paul grunted. He stopped thrusting dead still, and held his cock with his head just inside Voss's asshole while chloe watched his cock pulse.
Chloe couldn't see the cum itself, but she could hear it, the wet change in the room, and she could see the man's balls drawn up tight against the base of his shaft, twitching with each spurt. A thin white seam appeared along the underside of Voss's stretched ring, where the anal muscle gripped the head of his cock too tightly to let anything past, and the cum began to leak out along it in a slow ribbon.
Paul pulled out slowly, an inch at a time, his shaft striped with white as his head slowly emerged from The womans asshole.
Chloe tipped her head back and opened her mouth, ready to catch what poured out.
Anouk got there first. The small girl had been crouched at Voss's flank the whole time, and the moment the cockhead slipped free she ducked under and caught the load on its way out of the wide, gaping hole. Her tongue darted up into Voss's ass as it began to slowly close, chasing the cum still clinging to the inside, and Voss made a low sound at the feeling of it.
Anouk straightened up with her cheeks bulging slightly, holding it in her mouth, eyes bright. For a second nobody moved.
Then the other shallow pussy girl, the one with the low cervix like Anouk's, moved in fast and French kissed her. Chloe watched the two girls' mouths open against each other, watched the cum travel, a strand of it running down the second girl's chin before she swallowed. Another girl came up and kissed Anouk too, slower, and got only a little of it, and laughed at herself when she pulled back licking her lips.
Chloe wasn't done. She turned back under Voss, reached up, and licked at the woman's asshole with the flat of her tongue. The ring was nearly closed now, puffy and loose, but it still yielded, and she managed to push her tongue past it far enough to gather a last spurt of Paul's cum for herself. Thick, salt-bitter, streaked with the taste of every girl's spit, and Voss's ass juice. She swallowed it and licked the ring clean around the outside, thorough, because the job deserved finishing.
She scooted out from under Voss and looked back at the class, and stopped.
Three girls were taking turns on Paul's cock. One had him in her mouth, working her cheeks, and when she came off it the next went straight down, and the third licked the shaft and his balls while she waited. He stood with one hand resting on the lowered table's edge, watching them with the professional patience of a man who had recovered from worse. A fourth girl had gone up on the table beside Voss's hip and was licking her pussy and asshole in one long stroke, bottom to top, pausing with her tongue pressed into the woman's asshole after dragging it up from the hood of her clit through her parted pussy lips and landing on her asshole.
"That's it," Paul said pleasantly, to nobody and everybody. "Thank you ladies, you cleaned him well."
Voss stirred. She rolled onto her side on the lowered table, thighs still slick and trembling faintly, and propped her head on one hand. Her hair had come loose across her cheek and she didn't fix it. Her eyes moved across the room, and Chloe watched the clinical focus come back into them, degree by degree, like a gauge needle settling.
Anouk and the two girls she'd kissed were whispering in a huddle, wiping each other's chins with their thumbs. Three of the four girls servicing Paul were taking it seriously, and one was performing for the room and Voss knew it.
"Stop," Voss said, and the mouthwork stopped. She sat up fully and looked down the rows of seated, jeweled girls. "Observations. What did you just see, besides a Woman's ass being fucked?"
Silence, then Renata's flat voice. "Cleanup is part of the act. Nobody left the scene until it was done."
"Correct. Else?"
The girl with the low cervix raised her hand. "The plugs made the penetration easier. And Anouk caught the cum before it ran."
"Partly the plug, it helped a lot. But for me it was Mostly training, blelieve it or not this was at one time difficult for me, now its a treat." Voss stood, unhurried, and walked to the edge of the lowered table. She looked down at Chloe, who was still on her back on the table, face wet from jaw to forehead.
"Bennett. You kept your mouth on my clit through the entire orgasm. Most girls your age would have flinched away when I started shaking."
"You didn't tell me to stop," Chloe said.
"No, I didn't." Something moved behind the pale blue eyes, there and stored away. "And you went back for the last of it without being asked. Stand up."
Chloe got up. Her plug shifted inside her with the movement and she had to control her face around it.
Voss looked her over, then turned to the class. "That is the difference between technique and instinct. Technique you can all be taught. Instinct, several of you of you have it. Those of you with it will be watched closely this term." She let that land, and Chloe felt the room's attention slide onto her back like a hand. "Get dressed. Plugs stay in until the end of the day. You'll notice them in the corridor, at dinner, sitting, standing. if you need to take a shit pull it out first do your business clean up your asshole and put the plug back in. The sensations you feel is the homework. Report on it tomorrow, one page, honest. have the plugs in when you come to class tomorrow."
Chairs scraped. Girls stood gingerly, adjusting to the weight and the jewels, and the room filled with small laughs and hisses. Paul dressed too, pulling his grey shirt on, and paused at the door to tip two fingers to the room like a hat.
"Bennett." Voss, at the demonstration desk, buttoning nothing because she had only her heels and the dress in her fist. "A word. In my office, before dinner. Don't eat first."
Chloe nodded once and slipped out with the others.
The corridor was a strange parade. Twelve girls walking carefully, hips stiff, every few steps a small grimace or a bitten lip. Nobody spoke about it directly, but everybody knew what the silence was. Chloe felt the plug with every stride, a heavy polished pressure that turned walking into a negotiation. By the time she reached her own room she had learned three new ways of moving and disliked two of them.
Ruby was sitting on Chloe's bed with one shoe off and a folded note in her hand.
"There you are. Anneliese's dinner thing got moved to tomorrow, apparently. She sent word through the kitchen." Ruby looked up, and her eyes did a slow travel down Chloe's body. "Why are you walking like you're carrying a full glass of water?"
"Because I am."
Ruby's eyebrows went up. "Turn around."
"Ruby."
"Turn. Around. I'm your watcher. It's practically my job."
Chloe turned around, cheeks hot, and lifted the back of her skirt. The blue jewel gleamed between her cheeks, seated flat, chrome ring of it tight against her hole.
Ruby made a low whistle. "The whole set? Three sizes?"
"We all got a set. It stays in until end of day. Homework." Chloe sat down on the bed very slowly, and even that slow sitting made her breath catch, the plug shifting inside her, her asshole stretched around the weight of it. She exhaled through her nose. "I've been in class since three. My ass is not used to this."
"How long has it been in?"
"Two hours. Maybe more. We watched videos first. Then Voss demonstrated, and then Paul..." Chloe stopped, feeling the whole afternoon press down on her at once. "God, Ruby. Paul."
"Paul who?"
"Paul. Adult film star. He fucked Voss in the ass on the demonstration table while I lay under her and ate her pussy." She said it flatly, watching Ruby's face go through several expressions at once. "Half the class took his cock in their mouths straight from her asshole, for spit, so he could keep going smoothly. Anouk caught the cum out of her when he pulled out. She swapped it with another girl. Kissed her with a mouthful."
Ruby set the note down. "Tell me everything. Slowly. And don't skip anything."
Chloe told it in order. The anatomy talk, the pornography on the screen, the questions about mess, the box of plugs with their fake jewels. Her tongue on Anouk's asshole in front of everyone, fingers, the little plug dipped wet in the girl's pussy. The two girls who admitted the scent had made them wet, their tongues on her. Her own turn bent over the table, Anouk's tongue and fingers inside her, the burn of the chrome, the way the class watched her asshole open around it.
Ruby listened without interrupting, arms crossed, and when Chloe described lying under Voss with a cock sliding in and out of the woman's asshole two inches above her mouth, Ruby uncrossed her arms and shifted on the bed.
"You came?"
"No. Never got touched properly. But I was soaked the whole time. My lips are still tacky." She was. She could feel it when she crossed her legs, the swollen heat of herself, the plug a constant reminder that made everything feel more naked.
"And now you're sitting here like a good student with your homework in." Ruby leaned over and looked at her, close, amusement all over her face. "Does it hurt?"
"It did at first. Burned. Anouk had to work me forever. Now it's more like..." Chloe searched. "Like being held open. Constantly. Every time I move I remember it's there. It makes me stupid."
Ruby's hand came up and smoothed the back of Chloe's skirt where it had folded. Her voice dropped. "I'd like to lick every inch of you right now. Honestly. For what you did today. Put you on your belly, work around the plug, get you off with it in."
Chloe laughed, because it was easier than admitting the offer had gone straight to her clit. "Is that the joke, or is that a request?"
"Whichever one you'd say yes to."
Neither of them said anything for a second. Ruby's grin stayed, but under it was something real, and Chloe felt it. Her asshole clenched around the plug without her permission, and she knew Ruby saw it in her face.
"Not tonight," Chloe said. "I've been fondled, measured, licked, filmed, and filled since Thursday. I'm tired down to my bones. My pussy is sore. My ass is full. Voss wants me in her office before dinner, and I don't even know what for." She put a hand on Ruby's knee. "Rain check. A real one."
Ruby covered her hand with hers and squeezed. "Fine. But here's a free truth, since you're new to this. The soreness goes faster than you'd think. A week or two of regular fucking and your pussy stops complaining before your head does. The body learns. This has been a busy week for you, even for this place. Next week won't feel like this."
"I hope not. I'm exhausted."
"You should be. Look at your week. Night in the tower, Anneliese, Ashworth, three orgasms from a gay boy, and today." Ruby shook her head slowly. "Most girls get this in a term."
Chloe lay back on the bed, careful, and the plug pressed deep with the change of angle and made her hiss softly. Ruby watched her do it.
"God," Ruby said. "That's obscene. Keep the skirt down, actually."
"You're the worst."
"I'm your watcher. I'm watching." Ruby stood, tucked the note into her pocket, and pulled on her other shoe. "Go see Voss. Eat dinner after. Sleep. I mean it, sleep." At the door she paused. "When the plug comes out tonight, tell me tomorrow what it felt like. I want the report nobody assigns."
She was gone. Chloe lay still a moment longer, listening to the quiet, feeling the chrome inside her and the slow pulse of her own blood around it.
Then she got up, smoothed her skirt, and went down to Voss's office.
The door was open. Voss sat behind her desk in the black dress again, hair loose, a single lamp lit. She looked up, and her eyes went over Chloe the way they always did, top to bottom, reading her.
"Sit."
Chloe sat. The plug pressed up into her with the chair's hard seat and she kept her face level.
"I'm going to say this once and plainly," Voss said. "You lay under me today and did things I did not ask for and did not need to ask for. That's rare. I've had two girls like you in four years." She slid a folder across the desk. "Private instruction starts after break. Before that, one condition. Tell me what you felt when I came. Not technique. What you felt."
Chloe thought about it, the question sitting in her belly with the weight of the plug, and began to answer honestly.
"It was heat," Chloe said. "Not temperature. I know how that sounds. But when you started shaking, the heat came off you in pulses. Against my mouth, against my chin. Like standing too close to an oven door."
Voss didn't write anything down. She watched.
"And it climbed. Each wave was hotter than the last one. When your thighs started trembling against my ears I could feel the heat through them, the muscle shaking under the skin, and my whole face was burning with it. I wasn't sucking a clit anymore. I was drinking something."
"Something." Voss leaned back, one heel hooking the drawer of her desk. "Go on."
"Alive. That's the word I keep circling. Your body got louder as you came. Everything got louder. Your pussy was swollen and hot and clenching around nothing, and I could feel the contractions through my lips, and every time you gushed it was warm, warmer than you'd been a minute before." Chloe's hands were flat on her knees, steady, and she was surprised by that. "Most girls your age would have flinched away, you said. I didn't want to. The heat was the best part. I kept my mouth on you because leaving it would have felt like walking out of a warm room into snow."
Voss was quiet for a long moment. The lamp caught the pale blue of her eyes.
"That's an answer most adults couldn't give me," she said. "Most of them would have described their own technique. You described me." She opened the folder, took out a single sheet, and turned it face down. "It's noted. Not in the impression book. In mine."
"What happens to girls who go in your notebook?"
"They get taught things." Voss stood, came around the desk, and perched on its edge, close enough that Chloe caught the smell of herself still faintly on the woman's skin, under the leather and the lamp oil. "Listen to me. After break, Wednesdays, this office, six o'clock. Nobody is told. If Ruby asks, you were here for remedial measurement work. She'll believe it because she's seen me do it with another girl."
"She has. She told me."
"Then she's already prepared you." Voss reached out and turned Chloe's chin with two fingers, tipping her face up. "One more thing, and then you eat dinner. The plug. Describe it now. Honestly. You've had it three hours."
Chloe considered lying, decided against it with a woman who could read her face like a gauge.
"Like being kept. That's the honest word. It doesn't hurt anymore, but it never lets me forget. I sit down and it pushes up and my whole pelvis wakes up. I walk and it shifts and I get wet, and I can't tell if I'm aroused or just annoyed." She paused. "It makes me feel like I'm leaking a secret everywhere I go."
Voss smiled. It was small and real and Chloe had never seen it before.
"Good. That's exactly the awareness the homework is meant to build. Your asshole is a muscle with a memory and a temper, and right now you two are strangers. By the end of term you'll be able to take a cock there without breaking stride and without a drop of shame, and you'll understand why that's worth having." She released Chloe's chin. "When it comes out tonight, do it slowly. Squat over the toilet, grip the base, breathe out, and let your body push it. Don't yank. There may be a moment of... everything at once. Let it happen. Then clean yourself and put in the middle size tomorrow morning before breakfast. You'll wear the middle size all day tomorrow."
"And the large?"
"The large is earned." Voss slid off the desk. "Go. Eat. Sleep. And Bennett, one last thing." She picked up the face-down sheet and held it. "When Anneliese invites you to dinner tomorrow, and she will, ask her what the money buys. Not what she wants from you. What the money buys. If she can't answer that, she's not a door, she's a hallway."
Chloe stood, and the plug pressed up with the motion and made her breath go shallow for a second. Voss watched her feel it and didn't pretend not to.
"Tomorrow, then."
"Tomorrow."
The dining hall was loud with Monday evening and nobody looked at her twice, or she didn't think they did, though she caught herself sitting on the very front edge of the bench like a lady on a horse. She ate slowly, mostly bread and broth, because anything heavier felt like a bad idea with three inches of chrome accounting for itself inside her. Anouk sat two tables over, walking stiffly to the water jug and back, and when their eyes met they exchanged the smallest nod, two soldiers of the same small war.
That night, alone in her room, Chloe did what Voss said. She locked the door, stripped, and squatted over the toilet with one hand braced on the cistern. The jewel came free slowly, her body bearing down around it, and the moment of everything at once arrived right on schedule, the wide flare of it dragging through her hole, a strange hollow ache and a flash of pleasure tangled together so tightly she couldn't pull them apart. She gasped, once, at the empty feeling afterward, her asshole twitching around nothing, loose and pulsing and oddly bereft.
She cleaned herself thoroughly with a warm cloth and stood at the sink looking at the three plugs lined up on the tiles, blue, red, and the unopened silver of the largest, and felt absurdly like a woman with a jewelry box.
The report nobody assigned got written in her head for Ruby: it felt like saying goodbye to something that had been holding her hand all day.
She slept nine hours.
Tuesday during the first part of the days ordinary classes, her body carried its new quiet soreness around like a private fact. She had put the middle size in before breakfast as ordered, breathing through the stretch, and went to find Ruby in the corridor outside the dining hall.
"Well?" Ruby said, before hello.
"It came out last night at ten past ten and I gasped. Loudly. this moring the middle size went in. I was sore already, it hurts a bit, but its like a repeat of yesterday. There's your report."
Ruby laughed and hooked her arm through Chloe's. "You're going to be insufferable by Christmas."
Ruby walked with her al the way to the afternoon special class room.
"Gotta go, have fun today" and ruby left giving her a playful wink, and blowing her a kiss.
When Chloe entered the class Voss was there at her desk, looking at something in a leather bound folder, Chloe had never seen before.
The last girl came in.
Voss stood and addresses the class.
"Ladies, yesterdays demonstration was well above average for second week students. In fact it was more on par with late second year classes. Keep up the good work. This group works together much better than most group of a dozen young women your age."
She paced across the front of the room apparently deep in thought rather than focusing on the twelve other women in the room "Today's class unfortunately will be cut short before it really has a chance to begin, there is a pressing matter that requires my immediate attention off-campus for the rest of the day."
" Go ahead and go remove your plugs when you leave and rest your asses. Without a doubt, some of you are sore."
I'll collect your reports on yesterdays training session and your experience wearing your plugs. The Class will resume on Thursday. come to class with your plugs in on Thursday. Rest your Brown-Eyes till thursday morning."
then she dismissed the class. Chloe lingered a minute to get a chance to chat with Voss.
"I'm wearing the medium like you asked."
Voss looked up at her. "Under normal circumstances i'd be verry happy about itright now, but the matter really is urgent and i need to be on the road in a couple of minutes." She gave Chloe a genuine smile that was filled with disappointment at the lost opportunity of something that may have happened.
"This has nothing at all to do with anything being wrong or anything. Its just a business matter very important to the future of this school, you and a couple others will actually find out soon I think"
And with that, Voss stood up, noticed nobody was left n the room and gave Chloe a deep passionate kiss. then turned and very purposely walked fom the room out toward the front door carrying the leather folder. the sound of her heels clicking rapidly on the floor burned into Chloe's brain.
Later that afternoon Chloe was walking with Ruby again. They were halfway into the hall when Thea fell into step beside them, tall and unhurried, and steered them both toward the window alcove without a word until they were out of the traffic.
"Two things," Thea said, low. "One, Anneliese's dinner is tonight, not tomorrow, she moved it again. You're expected at seven, the east sitting room. Two." She glanced at Ruby, then back at Chloe. "Weller was here Monday. He didn't come for notebooks. He spent forty minutes in the archive with your mother's file, and he signed the register, which nobody does unless the request came from above him. Somebody with money wants to know about your mother, Chloe. And it isn't Vance asking."
The bell rang for first period. Chloe stood with the middle-size plug still seated deep inside her and the name Weller sitting like a stone in her stomach, and realized the school had just opened a second front.