Detention Center for Reformed Females

When you thought to become a teacher, you thought your first job would be a normal university or maybe even a community college but somehow the only job available was for a center that reformed women that had aged out of Juvenile detention and were also on track on getting out into the real world. You were instructed that your job was to take the sparks of hope and turn into a blaze in these women so that they can become hard working citizens. You hoped that a six month stint would be all you needed to do and then you could get the heck out of Dodge.

You chose to wear black slacks, a white long sleeve button down, a blue vest and a tie completed with a black belt and shoes. You also had your satchel that had your lesson plan and laptop. You get in your car and arrive at the facility wear they scan your id and open the gate. It was still like a prison but truthfully it just looked like a normal building with a gated chain link perimeter. Once inside, the guards examine your bag and check your person. One of the guards chuckle as he says, “Well you are gonna have a fun time, slick.”

(None of this sounds fun. Chances are these women don’t want to listen to someone just a few years older try let alone teach them.) You think to yourself as you collect all of things and move down the hallway. You look for a room that has been transformed into a modern looking classroom. It seems your tax money is actually going into something helpful versus the pockets of the law makers. The desks are well made and bolted to the ground as are the chairs that look comfy. They have a whiteboard next to the area with your desk and chair. No one has arrived yet which makes sense if these women are supposed to be in their cells. You begin to right out your name and suddenly the chattering of women outside the hall catches your attention. The first person that walked in was a female guard in her uniform and followed by women not dressed in jumpsuits but rather like schoolgirls. Orange Mini skirts of various sizes as well as orange blouses that looked like they were straight from a sexy schoolgirl lingerie kit. Your eyes were scanning around at the exposed skin of the women as they getting into their empty seat and chatting with one another. The last person to enter was another guard that approached you.

“Hello, sir! These ladies are all yours so feel free to your job. Myself and Janine will be right outside so that we don’t distract your lesson plan,” she says with a smile as she checks you out. Her eyes stayed glued to your belt line and she must see the shape of your cock since she licked her lips rather seductively.

“Wait you aren’t staying in the room?” You ask as you are slightly nervous that 7 women could easily overpower you especially ones that did something to get into juvie.

“Nah we will just get in your way, sir,” she said as she motioned for Janine to exit first. “My name’s Carlie, Mr. Johnson…” she said looking down at your dick. “Perfect name for you.” You do your best to adjust it but your shape could be clearly seen through your tight pants. “You are gonna have some fun here so don’t mind us!” She said as she left the room and the door locked itself.

“Wow he’s a hottie…”

“Can’t you see that his dick wants to come out…”

“Fuck I want to tear off that stupid vest…”

“Think he’s ever fucked a woman before?”

“I’ll happily he his first…”

The comments were only making yourself harder as you begin to realize that these women have had no interaction with a man especially in a closed room like right now. You realized you were a gazelle among a pride of lionesses…