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  At the front of the class, Lucy finished introducing the instructors. A tall drink of a man stood out. Something about him reeked of control and domination: self-confidence. Lucy had identified him as Reed. Tall, lanky and muscular, the name Reed fit him perfectly. From where she was standing, Mandi could almost imagine streaking her light fingertips across his strong jawline, and then following it with her tongue. The strength of his arms wrapped around her body, him easily lifting her weight as she slid down onto his awaiting cock.

  What was the matter with her, she wondered, fantasizing like that. That is what being in a room full of naked people too long would do to a person. What would she do over the next three months?

  “Now, I’m going to have a staff member bring the candidates to your bunkers,” Lucy said. “Take a look at the people standing next to you. Over the next three months, these are the people you’ll be sharing your living quarters with.”

  The man behind Lucy looked down at her with a gleeful look in his eye. “Looking forward to getting to know you better, roomie,” he whispered, not so silently. The dorms were not segregated. Mandi thought it would be best if the women bunked with the women and the men with the men, especially if they were not supposed to be having sex. But did that really matter here? Sex was universal, and the act didn’t always reflect the sexual tendencies.

  An Asian woman with stark dark hair that sank to her waist walked to the front of Mandi’s line and stood between two rows. She strolled down the aisle, glancing right and then left, as if she was sizing up her wards through her kohl-lined eyes.

  “I am Yvette, and I’ll be your master leader the next few months,” she said. “From here on out, you’ll be a part of the Hump’sa tribe.”

  A few snickers rang out at this description, and Yvette stopped until the murmurs settled.

  “Think of it like Survivor – each tribe joining together, battling each other. Except here, you’ll see the sex unfolding,” she laughed. “Survivors, ready?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” a chorus chimed out. Throughout the great hall, Mandi noticed groups filing behind a leader and being escorted out. As he led his group past, Reed glanced at Mandi, and she felt a heat promising more. Her pulse quickened as their eyes met, and just as quickly the moment passed. How was she going to survive?

  The students in front of her started to move, and Mandi followed suit. Outside the door, Mandi glimpsed greenery – willowy trees shadowing the pathway; tall, majestic palms reaching toward the heavens; and in the flower bed, a rainbow-colored array of tulips, lilies, pansies, and narcissus. It looked like Disneyland, perfectly manicured and maintained. A Garden of Eden, deep in the heart of San Francisco. Who would have known?

  The sun streaking through the foliage warmed Mandi’s body, and the pebbled path soothed her feet as she and her “tribe” walked down the path. She felt partly like a pirate being made to take a plunge into the unknown. She noticed groups being led down small tribune walkways into attractive-looking bungalows topped with thatched roofs. Soon enough, Yvette veered off and waved to the followers like a schoolteacher directing foot traffic.

  Beds were lined up inside the housing unit with barriers that reminded Mandi of the cubicles at her last temp job. Except rather than neutral, boring offish colors such as gray and beige, these material-lined walls sparkled turquoise and magenta – vibrant colors that danced in the light streaking through the bay windows. A name was taped to the outside of each living space.

  “Find your name,” Yvette said, passing by Mandi, “and settle in. I’ll give you a few moments to relax and catch your breath, and then we’re going to get to know each other a little better with a warming-up exercise.” Something in the way Yvette delivered the news made Mandi think that this introduction exercise was going to be quite a lot different than something she’d play at a bridal shower, or even a bachelorette party.

  With ten roommates, the bunker split with five beds on each side, a set of co-ed restrooms at the back and a door labeled “Master.” Mandi guessed that was where Yvette would be sleeping. She continued to walk down the corridor, until she found her name – second from the end of the left. Inside her bedroom, the first thing Mandi did was open the closet – and surprise, surprise, there were clothes in it – lots of them. She checked the label – size 6, her size. She walked over to the multi-colored chest of drawers and pulled it open, running her fingers over the delicate lace and silk undergarments – a plethora of push-up bras in 34C at her disposal. Although the school had confiscated her luggage, they had felt the need to provide each student with an assigned wardrobe.

  After checking out the living quarters, Mandi and the others made it back to the meeting room.

  “Hello, my name is Sam, and I’m a sex-a-holic,” said the guy who’d leered so obviously at her earlier. Mandi and her bungalow-mates sat in a circle in what could be called a common room. A fire warmed the room, and plush multi-colored pillows added comfort to the floor. So far there were few highlights to the bungalow introductions. Yvette said that she’d been with the school for three years, after originally going through the training there herself. After graduating and losing her virginity on graduation night, Yvette said that she didn’t feel like venturing back out into the “real” world, which for her meant returning to Japan. Instead, she signed on as an intern, worked the front desk a la Blaine for a few months, and eventually proved herself beneath the sheets to move up into an instructor.

  “I know what it’s like to be in your position, top and bottom,” Yvette said. “Now, how about you, Clyde?”

  Clyde looked like his name – a tall, loopy man, sitting down, his legs overlapped. A bit goofy, yet at the same time there was something appealing to him. Like a giant, oversized horse. Mandi briefly wondered if erect, his penis would rival his namesake.

  “Well,” he started out slowly, pushing back the shaggy, sandy colored mane from his forehead. “I come from Ohio, and my father and his father all ran the family farm. I always wanted more than that. Thought about opening up a little neighborhood brothel on the side. I come here to educate myself and see what it takes to get set up.”

  “Pretty lofty goals,” Yvette countered. “How about the legalities?”

  “Damn, where I come from, if you’re not doing harm to another, they don’t mess with you,” Clyde said. “Besides, who wouldn’t want to raise sex?”

  Even with the warmth of the fire, Mandi shivered in the cool early evening air. Her nipples stood at points – “Hey, not that I want to break rules or anything, but are we allowed to wear those clothes in our cubbies?” she interrupted Yvette.

  “Of course. What, did you think you were going to walk around completely naked the next three months?” she retorted. A few people in the circle snickered. Sam, for all his sweet talking, looked relieved. “Why don’t we all take a break, get dressed and then I’ll give everyone their first assignments.”

  Back in her cube, Mandi once again searched through her new clothing. She decided on a pale pink bustier, which accented her breasts and complemented her skin tone and a pair of black pants with cinches at the waist. After sliding on a pair of pink and black sling backs, Mandi re-joined the others in the makeshift meeting center. Yvette seemed to be consulting a notepad with those already in attendance. Next, she hit up Mandi.

  “So, I see you’re going to your first fitting this evening?”

  Something in the way Yvette said those simple words made Mandi feel instantaneously nervous. “Fitting, what type of fitting?”

  “Oh, this one is in line with your application,” Yvette said. As she walked by to the next candidate, Yvette lightly brushed the mounds of Mandi’s ass. “You’ll need to be at the Sunset Room by 5:30 p.m.,” Yvette added, handing her a map of the complex.

  It was already 4:30 p.m. and Mandi had no idea where to find the Sunset Room. From the looks of the map, it was almost clear across the campus – she’d have a hike, and she better get started.

  Clarissa, the sweet-
faced Italian blonde who took the cube next to Mandi, was instructed to go to the Equipment Room to pick out her “tools of torture.” Always the quiet ones you have to watch out for, Mandi thought, always the quiet ones.

  “I’ll walk over with you,” Clarissa said, looking over Mandi’s shoulder at the map. “The Equipment Room looks like it isn’t too far from where you’re going.”

  Without a purse or any other belongings to grab, Mandi felt a bit lost walking out of the bungalow. The twosome walked down the pathway. Thick bushes and overhanging trees blocked most of the early evening sun, and Amanda reflected on how much later it felt. As Mandi’s heels twisted on the pebbled path, she wondered about the smartness of her choice of shoes. Barefoot was better than this.

  “So how’d you come to the school, Clarissa?” Mandi asked, curious about the paths others had taken to arrive at the same location.

  “Just call me Claire,” she answered, scrunching up her already-pert nose. “Only my overprotective family calls me Clarissa. Already I’m wondering what I’m doing here. My fiancé thought it would be a good idea.”

  “Your fiancé thought it would be a good idea to send you to a sex school?” Amanda asked.

  “I know, sounds crazy, right? But I don’t have a whole lot of experience,” she tried to explain, “and he has certain fantasies …”

  They passed by an adjacent cottage and heard a raucous amount of chanting going on inside. Tempted by the sounds of laughter, Mandi crept closer.

  “Let’s just have a look,” she coaxed Claire, grabbing her new friend’s soft hand.

  Mandi and Claire stood to the side of the screen door. With the approaching darkness outside and the light inside the cabin, it offered a good view of the action. A dark-haired woman kneeled down before a man, with a cock sliding in and out of her mouth. The crowd continued to cheer, and Mandi was unsure if they were rooting for the cocksucker or the one being sucked.

  “Come on, Marcus,” a girl on the outer edge of the circle encouraged, “hold it in. You can do it.”

  “Give it up,” another guy chimed in. “We want our turn.”

  Suddenly, the back door to the cabin burst open, and out walked Reed, the gorgeous specimen that Mandi had lusted after at the orientation meeting.

  “What the hell is going on here,” Reed bellowed. “Don’t you understand the rules yet?” Reed pushed his hands between the two, pulling them apart. The suckee’s cock jutted out at Reed, and he slapped it down. The student moaned in ecstasy. The touch was the last he could take, and a thick stream of come shot out across Reed’s hand and all over his boots.

  “Oh now, now you’re going to be punished,” Reed said. “I could have let your antics go, but this has to be reported.”

  In the shadows, Claire startled Mandi with a giggle. Mandi waved her hand at Claire to quiet down, and Claire clasped her hand over her mouth. Too late.

  Reed turned toward the unexpected noise and appeared to search the darkness of the foliage with his eyes. Mandi grabbed Claire’s hand again and tugged her down the path, finally breaking into a burst of laughter herself as soon as she felt they were a safe distance. The two students stopped beside a light post, which cast a shallow yellow glow.

  “Can you believe that?” Mandi panted after catching her breath? “Just imagine, and on the first day, too.”

  Claire just shook her head, “What do you think will happen to him? I hear that they torture here?”

  “Torture,” Mandi reflected. “I’m not sure about torture, maybe torment.”

  Claire sighed: “I’m not cut out for this.”

  “I’d say that everyone is feeling the same way tonight. Why are you here anyway?” Mandi found herself asking once more. “What’s your specialty?”

  “No specialty. My fiancée thought it might be good for me to get a little bit more experience before we got married. I’ve only been with him.”

  Claire’s admission surprised Mandi. “You mean, they let you in here because someone else wanted you to do it?”

  “Oh, no. I wouldn’t tell them that. They think I’m here to learn how to be a dominatrix, can you imagine? But that’s really why I’m here.”

  Mandi and Claire continued down a path to parts unknown. Each moved toward their first assignment, and neither truly knew what would happen in the coming hours. A shiver passed through the thin layer of clothes that Mandi wore, and her body involuntarily shuddered. Another light gleamed up ahead, and she felt her pace quicken at the thought of reaching her destination. Once in the clearing, a new sight awaited.

  Chapter Two

  The pathway opened into a courtyard, which in a different place or different time might be considered relaxing. But for these inhabitants, relaxing was a totally alternate state of mind. Archways lined with vines accented the four corners of the piazza. Mandi’s eyes drew to the left, where a man was bent over a marble table, his arms pulled taut and chained to two corners.

  Wham. Wham. Wham.

  The sounds of the scene caught up with the sight. Behind the man, a woman in similar attire as the instructors swung a paddle across his bare ass. With each stroke, the man tried to squirm away, but failed. The redness of his butt cheeks reflected in the florescent lighting.

  Wham. Wham. Wham.

  Movement in another quadrant captured Mandi’s attention, and once more she felt Claire tightly grasp her hand. A woman lay spread eagle on a table, hands tied above her head, her legs pulled apart. Her pale skin looked even paler beneath the harsh lighting, and although she didn’t wear a blindfold, her eyes were squeezed closed tight. Between her legs, a man worked his magic, licking, tickling and fingering her sex. A male instructor stood near the head of the table and doled out instructions in a soothing voice.

  “It’s time you learned to come when ordered,” the instructor said. “Let yourself go. You cannot close your legs and ignore the pleasure. Lose yourself.”

  “Wrong turn,” Mandi whispered under her breath. Her heart quickened as she imagined herself in the woman’s place. She didn’t think she could handle such public displays of passion. Sure, she’d risked sex in a few obscure locations, such as the backseat of a car, but climaxing while others looked on, she didn’t think she could do it.

  “I told you they torture,” Claire said, nodding her head in confirmation. “We need to get out of here.”

  The male instructor looked up just then and caught the two newbies in his line of sight. “You two – come here,” he barked.

  Mandi felt frozen in place, caught in the instructor’s sights, and a quick look at Claire confirmed that her partner-in-crime obviously felt the same way.

  “Did you hear what I said?” he asked. “Unless you want to find yourselves buck-naked on a table just like this one…” He gestured toward the strawberry-blonde woman stretched out next to him, “I suggest you come here immediately.”

  With all the commotion, the man administering pleasures stopped and looked up. A gleam of wetness ran across the stubble of his chin.

  The instructor turned his focus. “Did I give you permission to stop?”

  “No sir.”

  “Then don’t.”

  Mandi felt a false courage flow through her as she led her scared partner toward the table. Closer, she noticed that the instructor’s name tag read “Ralph.” A glimmer of humor sparkled in his eyes from behind wire-rimmed glasses, and gray hair mottled his sandy-brown beard.

  “Stand here,” the instructor said, gesturing toward the head of the table. “Tatiana,” he called to the naked woman, “Tatiana, open your eyes.”

  With that, her wide blue eyes opened and took in the presence of Mandi and Claire. Realization seemed to settle in and, if possible, she looked even more scared.

  “You have an audience for your release.”

  Tatiana’s eyes begged for release of a different sort. Mentally, she obviously didn’t want to be there; yet, there she lay. Physically, her body had turned traitor. Her rose-colored nipples stood at atte
ntion; her breathing quickened.

  “I’m afraid your young suitor’s attentions don’t seem to be quite enough,” Ralph said, soothing back her dampened hair. “Michael, I think it’s time we brought out the magic wand.”

  The pale blonde man between her legs reached under the table and brought out a long pink vibrator with a flared wide head.

  The instructor nodded, “you know what to do with it.”

  A heightened sense of excitement flowed through Mandi, and the hum of the vibrator reached her ears. As the man dipped its tip against Tatiana’s clit, the hips of the almost over-the-edge woman jumped. The man circled Tatiana’s pubic hair, and then he sunk the head of the vibrator into her awaiting folds.

  He ran his tongue over his lips, wetting them, and then leaned over to take her clit into his mouth once again. Tatiana gasped in pleasure, and Mandi looked on, feeling herself wishing for a lick of his tongue.

  “Tatiana, my beautiful,” Ralph whispered. “The flush of excitement upon your skin so becomes you. Give in. Come for us.”

  As the first shock of orgasm hit her body, Tatiana opened her mouth, and a staccato of quick moans escaped. The muscles along her stomach contracted and she shifted her hips aside, away from the pleasing mouth. But there was no escape from the unrelenting vibrations. Her toes arched out as Tatiana let out a final whimper of release.

  Sensing she was through, the man turned off the vibrator and then looked toward the instructor for guidance.

  “You’ve done well,” Ralph told his nowsated student. “Michael, please accompany Tatiana to the baths and make sure she gets cleaned up and back to her quarters safely.”