Classes

Paige found herself in a desk looking at a chalkboard.

The teacher a blonde girl in blue Lycra mini dress walked to the
board. She was very pretty, in a sluttish way, and Paige couldn't
help but notice she was very young, this teacher could not be older
than 19 years old, her face sweet and fresh looking. Yet her body
was exquisitely shaped, with long and strong legs that went up to a
fantastic butt, large and full yet firm and heart shaped. Her too
narrow waist led to a thin upper body, which nonetheless sported
medium breasts, so firm as to be unbelievable, conical and upward
pointing. The girl's clothe helped to notice each detail, since it
was barely covering her body.

"Like hi, my name's like Suzi, and this is bimbo vo-cab-oo lary,
that like means words bimbos talk with. Like today we'll start with
one of the like totally most important word a bimbo uses, like..."

Paige couldn't believe what she was hearing it was really weird, the
girl was `teaching' them to speak like a retarded slut and some of
her classmates were paying attention with vacant smiles.

The young witch could not suppress a small tear, she doesn't want to
end like this! But her own will power was greater than those girl's,
she was sure she would resist this brainwash.

Piper was in a room full a sluttily dressed mannequin. No, they
weren't mannequins, they were actually women standing as still as
humanly possible, letting themselves be used for this role. The
teacher was a black woman who looked like she stepped out of a rap
video.

"I ain't allowed to dress you up like you should be yet, so we'll be
testin' out your bimboslut fashion know how on them," she said
pointing at the women.

She started writing on the board. Spandex, Lycra, leather, vinyl,
and then in another column silk, satin, lace.

"So those are like some examples of what bimbos are allowed to wear.
One row's for outside, one's for inside with your man, or you chick
if you prefer that," her eyes kind of spaced out.

Piper was pouting, as always, angry to be **** to endure this
stupid class, and the black woman stood as if in dire need of
something, biting her lower lip.

"...Me I need a big thick cock, sure licking pussy's fun but I gotta
be filled." She snapped back to the class. "Anyone wanna tell me
what I can add to either list? Maybe I put everything up, maybe I
didn't. And don't piss me off by just sitting there trying to
pretend this'll all go away. I gotta teach you when I could be out
fuckin'... you're gonna learn!"

Phoebe was at a computer when the redheaded big titted (but what
else was new) started talking to the class.

"One of the best jobs for a bimbo or bimboslut is sexretary. You get
to please a big strong man you can take you at any time he wants and
get to show lots of people how hot you are. But you have to have at
least some qualifications for the job so today we're gonna like
practice typing."

"Uh, hey I write a column for a newspaper so I already know that, so
could I just be excused?" Phoebe collapsed as pain racked through
her body. She was both surprised and angry, but knew better than try
to fight them now. The young witch was bidding her time and had to
accept the fact that she would endure this senseless class, thinking
that she would never be affected by these stupid lessons.

"That's like a really dumb question. And even if you did know how to
type you have to relearn cuz of your nails."

Phoebe looked at her fingers and the long bright red extensions on
them. They felt like her real fingernails. And looking around all
the others in the room had them, too.

"We'll let you pick your own colours and designs one of these days.
Now start typing."

Another witch in the room hesitantly raised her hand. "What do we
type?"

"See that neat book next to your computer. With the cute hunky guy
and the girl with nice tits. Well, sexretaries get to read those
when they aren't working, so type some pages from that."