Just a doll

Maya tapped the edge of the table with her pen. There was a question about the clitoris and pregnancy, even if you don’t have sex. “Ms. Chapell. On the table. Please.”

Victoria hesitated for a heartbeat. Her bare bottom touched the cool wood first. Then she sat down, her breasts heavy, her shaved pubic area already bathed in the light of the neon tube. Maya pushed the notebook aside. “Legs. Very wide. Spread them.”

“Maya—”

“Actively involved,” Maya said gently. “That’s what it says in the rulebook. I’m leading the class today.”

Victoria opened her knees. Wider. Even wider, until the insides trembled and the smooth slit parted, pink, glistening, the inner lips already damp from standing so long, from the stares, from the pen that had just moments ago remained suspended in the air. The class instinctively leaned forward. Levi swallowed audibly. Noah’s pants strained over his cock, thick, unmistakable.

Maya leaned between Victoria’s thighs, so close that her breath touched the damp skin.

“Clitoris. Look here.” Two fingers found the small hood. Victoria flinched. Maya pulled back the hood, slowly, textbook-perfect, and yet indecently precise. The clitoris was suddenly exposed, swollen, dark pink, a wet spot in the center of the bare triangle.

“This is the most sensitive spot. Ms. Chapell’s breathing has already become shallower. That’s not acting. That’s pleasure.”

Victoria bit her lip. Her hands clawed at the edge of the table.

“Please, Noah,” Maya whispered, almost politely, “help me spread the labia.”

Noah stood up, his face flushed, his cock a hard line in his pants. He stepped between her open knees, his thumbs found the outer lips, and pulled them apart. The slit gaped open. You could see everything: the exposed clitoris, the dark entrance contracting, a thread of wetness stretching.

“Keep it open wider,” Maya said. “Don’t let up.”

Noah nodded. His fingers trembled. Victoria felt the pressure on her labia—warm, firm—and hated how strongly her lower abdomen responded to it.

“Levi. You’re volunteering. Your penis. We’ll use it to explain the risks of intent and pregnancy.”

Levi turned pale and then deep red. He unzipped his pants as if someone had underlined a sentence in a book. His cock sprang out, stiff, thick, the glans already exposed, a glistening drop of pre-cum at the tip. Maya examined it as if it were a diagram.

“Erection. Corpora cavernosa. Here’s the glans. Here’s the urethra.” She didn’t touch it right away. First, she pointed. Levi groaned anyway, just because of the air, the twenty pairs of eyes, and Victoria’s exposed pubic area a meter away. “And this here”—Maya picked up the drop with her index finger, thick, clear, silvery—“is pre-ejaculate. There may already be sperm in it if you’ve jerked off beforehand. Did you jerk off before class?”

He nodded and produced more pre-ejaculate, which she picked up with her finger.

She continued, “There’s enough sperm in this to get someone pregnant. That’s why the withdrawal method (coitus interruptus) is a very unreliable form of birth control. Statistically, about 22 out of 100 people who rely solely on this method over the course of a year end up with an unplanned pregnancy.”

She walked over to Victoria. Noah kept her lips parted. Her bare clitoris was visibly throbbing.

“That alone would be enough,” Maya said calmly. “If it just reaches the entrance, so to speak. Or this exact spot.”

The wet finger coated with Levi’s pre-cum touched Victoria’s clitoris. Victoria wanted to jump up.

The table wobbled. A sound escaped her throat, half protest, half moan. Maya already had her free hand on her hip. Noah’s thumbs tightened. “You’re just a doll today,” Maya said. “That’s what the rules say. We’re allowed to actively engage you. A doll doesn’t move away. Levi, come here.”

He came over, and she scooped up even more pre-cum and ran her finger once through her lips. From her clit down, through the wetness, to the entrance—not inside, just along the edge—spreading the pre-cum, warm and foreign on top of Victoria’s own wetness. Victoria flinched; her breasts bounced; her toes curled. Noah looked down from above into the open slit and breathed through clenched teeth.

“Do you see how wet she’s getting?” Maya asked the room. “That’s friction plus stimulation plus her mind. Ms. Chapell doesn’t know what to do yet. That’s pure pleasure. She’s holding back right now. Who knows.”

“Maya,” Victoria gasped. “Please.”

Victoria Chapell lay spread-eagled on the wood, the stranger’s pre-cum on her clitoris, moaning into a class that had long since ceased to be a class—nothing but rules, skin, and the sentence Maya whispered into her ear:

“Today, you’re just a doll.”

“See how wet she is?” Maya asked the group. “It’s the friction, plus the stimulation, plus the mind. Ms. Chapell doesn’t know what to do yet. It’s desire.”

“Maya,” Victoria gasped. “Please.” Maya nodded, as if “please” were part of the school curriculum.

“All right, Ms. Chapell, just one position. Just one. No penetration. Just a simulation to show where the cock needs to go. Levi.” Maya had twisted her request so much that it now sounded like an invitation rather than an interruption.

Levi stepped between her spread knees. His cock was stiff, the head glistening. Noah continued to part her labia, his thumbs warm, firm, unyielding. Victoria lay on the table, her shoulders resting on the wood, her heavy breasts spilling to the sides, her exposed clitoris a dark, wet dot.

“Missionary,” Maya said. “So you can see the angle. Hip to hip. Flesh against flesh. Not inside.”

Levi slid his bare cock into the open slit.

Victoria moaned—briefly—a hoarse moan. The burning glans slid into her wetness, rubbed against her clitoris, sank deeper, kissed the entrance, and came to a halt there, throbbing without penetrating. Levi was trembling. Noah was breathing through his mouth. In the front row, someone slid his chair back, his pants straining.

“Gently,” Maya said. “Up and down. All the way. Look where it is. Look where she’s wet.”

Levi obeyed. With each back-and-forth movement, the underside of his penis brushed against her wide-open lips. The head of his penis clung to her clitoris, slid away, then returned. Victoria wanted to close her legs, but couldn’t: Maya’s gaze was there, the contract was there. Her hips betrayed her despite everything. A slight resistance—involuntary, exactly.

“Ms. Chapell,” Maya said softly, in an almost kind tone, “today, you’re just a doll. Dolls don’t rub themselves against a penis.”

“I…” Victoria couldn’t find the words. The next thrust took her breath away. Levi’s pre-ejaculate mixed with hers, glistening between Noah’s thumb, leaving a trail all the way to the edge of the table.

“Any questions about the situation?” Maya asked the class.

No one asked a question. Everyone was staring at the bare lap, the cock that wasn’t penetrating and yet spoke volumes.

Levi groaned. “I can’t…”

“Yes,” Maya said. “You can. You’re just not allowed to go in. That’s the exercise.”

He pressed the head of his cock harder against the entrance, a round, wet threat. Victoria clung to the wood. One more rub against her clitoris, a random circular motion, and she found herself exactly where the ten strokes had left her: on the edge, wet, flushed, with no relief.

Then the gong sounded.

Harsh. Daily. Relentless.

Maya withdrew her hand.

“End. The simulation is over. Levi, get out. Noah, let her go.”

Levi stepped back, his cock glistening, hard, unsatisfied. Noah’s thumbs slid out from between her lips; the slit didn’t close quite all the way, revealing a wet crevice. Victoria sat up, her legs trembling, and clenched her knees as if that could erase this afternoon.

“Get dressed,” Maya said. “We’re going to eat now, or to the bathroom to relieve ourselves.”

Victoria slid off the table. The floor was cold. The black panties stuck as she pulled them over her damp pubis. The bra didn’t snap into place until the second try. The dress fell over a body that was still naked beneath the fabric.

And Mrs. Chapell went out first, dressed, unsatisfied, with that strange sheen still between her thighs—and the contract still in her pocket. After the break, Maya wasn’t in the mood anymore, so Jessika took over.

Just one more day. Just until Friday. On Saturday, the exams would already be underway. That’s when they’d find out if her unconventional methods had paid off.