It wasnt a dream.

Maxs sat in the cold, hard chair of her actual classroom, trying to shake off the vivid images from her recurring nightmare. She felt the sticky heat between her legs as she recalled the graphic lessons she'd been dreaming of. The room was filled with the usual chatter of students getting ready for the day, but Maxs's mind was stuck in the world of her nocturnal fantasy. She couldn't help but let her eyes wander over to Kate and Victoria, both sitting primly in their clothes, their expressions giving away nothing of the wild debauchery she'd imagined them participating in.

"Girls, you've all been assigned to your extracurricular activities for the semester." Mrs. Grant began passing out the assignments, and Maxs felt a thrill of anticipation as she took hers.

Her eyes scanned the page, and her heart nearly stopped when she saw it: Whore Class, 6 pm, Room 204. It couldn't be... she thought she was going crazy. But as she glanced around the room, she noticed the knowing looks on Kate and Victoria's faces. They knew. And they were smiling.

The day dragged on, each class a blur as Maxs couldn't help but think about what the Whore Class could possibly entail. The whispers and giggles from the other girls in her classes did nothing to ease her nerves. She felt a strange mix of dread and excitement bubbling inside her, a feeling she hadn't felt since the first day of school.

Finally, the last bell of the day rang, and the students filed out into the hallway. Maxs made her way to her locker, her mind racing. She had to find out what was going on. And as she closed her locker, she heard it: a soft, seductive voice whispering, "You're going to love it, Maxs." She spun around, but the hallway was empty. All she could see was Kate and Victoria standing at the end of the hall, their eyes locked on hers, smiling like they were in on a secret she hadn't yet been told.

Maxs's stomach fluttered as she walked home, the words echoing in her mind. She showered and changed into something more... appropriate for the evening's events, her hand lingering over her naked body as she wondered what was in store for her. The clock ticked closer to 6 pm, and with each passing minute, her anxiety grew.

Arriving at the school, she hesitantly pushed open the door to Room 204. The sight before her was surreal: all the girls from her dreams were indeed there, lounging on couches and chairs, all stark naked. The room was dimly lit with candles and incense, the walls adorned with images of naked women in various poses of submission and pleasure. A tall, commanding figure stood at the front of the room, wearing nothing but a leather corset and thigh-high boots. She had a riding crop in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

"Welcome, Max," the woman purred, her eyes raking over her body. "I've been waiting for you." The room grew quiet as all eyes turned to her. Max felt the heat rise in her cheeks and the wetness between her legs intensify. The woman introduced herself as Madam Delilah, the instructor of the Whore Class. She began explaining the rules and expectations, her voice a mix of authority and seduction that made Maxs's knees wobble.

"You will learn to serve," Madam Delilah said, her voice low and hypnotic. "You will learn to crave the degradation and the pleasure it brings. You will become the embodiment of desire, and you will revel in it." The words sent a shiver down Maxs's spine.

The first lesson was about posture and presentation. The girls were instructed to stand before the class and walk back and forth, allowing everyone to inspect and critique their bodies. Maxs felt her face burn as she stepped forward, her breasts bouncing with each step. The comments ranged from cruel to encouraging, but she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her.

The evening progressed, the lessons grew more hands-on. Maxs found herself paired with a busty redhead named Lila, who had a glint in her eye that suggested she was more than eager to show Maxs the ropes. They practiced kissing and caressing, their bodies pressed together, the air thick with the scent of arousal.

The night grew late, and the activities grew more intense. Maxs felt like she was in a daze, her body responding to every touch and command with a fervor she'd never experienced. The other girls watched with hungry eyes as she learned to deep-throat a banana, her cheeks hollowed out and her eyes watering. It was all so wrong, and yet she wanted more.

The final exercise of the night was an auction. Each girl was to present themselves to the class, and the highest bidder would win a private session with them. Maxs watched as her classmates were bid on like commodities, their faces a mix of fear and excitement. When it was her turn, she stepped up onto the small stage, her legs trembling.

"Now, now," Madam Delilah cooed, stroking her cheek with the riding crop. "Don't be shy, Maxs. Show us what you're worth."

Maxs took a deep breath and began to sway her hips, her eyes scanning the room full of naked, eager faces. The bids began, starting low and escalating rapidly. She felt like a piece of meat on display, but the thrill of the attention was intoxicating. The numbers grew higher, and her heart raced in her chest.