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Joe led Jasmine and Carissa up some steps and in through a side entrance that is barely used. Jasmine and Carissa found themselves in a stairwell. This particular stairwell served to get people (usually surprise guest speakers) to and from the offices.

After climbing the steps to the proper floor Joe led them to a door. He set their bags down and then nodded to them, "You are to speak to Miss Taylor. I shall await you out here."

Jasmine winks at the man, "Wait for us will you? Okay then. After that you'll show us to our quarters, hmmm?"

"You'll be staying in a flat on campus, won't be far."

Carissa, who was unaware of the lingo looks confused, "A flat?"

"I believe you Americans call it an Apartment. It's a guest room, really not an actual flat but it has it's own W.C. suite and four person shower."

Jasmine's face lit up, "A shower that fits four people!? Holy crap, I have so got to tell Kate about that! That little bathroom they have just doesn't cut it for morning afters."

Carissa nods, "Sooooo...W.C. suite means bathroom?"

Joe nods, "Yes. Also the loo and a bunch of others."

Jasmin giggled, "I apologize for my partner in crime this is the first time she's been out of the U.S."

"None needed. Now step insi..."

Joe is cut off as the door opens and Miss Taylor steps out of the office in a hurry, a cell phone at her ear. "Yes yes, I know that...It is a special case yes. But she's a legacy. Her parents want her to attend. I understand this is a very odd case. I shall attempt to convince her, but I can make no promises. I can't **** her to participate, that would be illegal, no matter the age....oh, I'll call you back I have people outside my door." She says as she notices Carissa, Jasmine and Joe standing there. Joe nonplussed, while Jasmine and Carissa straight up stared at the Head of Supply's attire. Miss Taylor had a one piece up, with the zipper lowered to mid-riff. Half her right nipple showed, and there was a pronounced wet spot on the woman's crotch. Jasmine licked her lips, while Carissa giggled. "You are Jasmine and Carissa, yes? You may be able to help us even before your little seminar. If you would follow me. Joe, you can take the baggage up to their room. Follow me ladies. Follow me."

With that Miss Taylor started off down the hall in the opposite direction from where they came from.

"So, what's the problem we can help with?"

"Mrs. Downs wants to send her daughter here as she is an alumni of this school. Her daughter Victoria however is still a virgin..."

"And that's a problem? This is a school not a..."

"This is a special school, Ms. Carissa. However it's not that that's a problem for us, per se. We have had virgins in the school, and none have had a problem with our curriculum. They've enjoyed themselves."

Jasmine nods, "And what is the problem, Miss Taylor?"

Miss Taylor stops and turns to the guests, "The problem is she made a vow to remain a virgin until the right time. We just have no clue what that time is as she is giving us no hints. We are sympathetic with the loss of virginity and most girls want for it to be a special day or time or what not, what we try and do is give them their fantasy."

"And we can help how, exactly?" Jasmine asks.

"Well, Mrs Downs emigrated to the U.S. when Victoria was two years old. Quite honestly I'm thinking she'd be better suited to talking to someone that talks more like her. I'd like you to try and get her to tell you what her fantasy is, so we can help her fulfill it, so we can teach her the joy of Sex."

"I see...and if she doesn't?"

"Well, we can't **** her, as that is illegal. Everything here is consented to. Even the bondage classes where girls, and guys, are being flogged and..."

"Wait...you have bondage classes?"

"Mid-evil History. They act out the lighter Inquisition tortures and such. It's very cathartic. You have to specifically sign up for that one though. And sign a separate release form." Miss Taylor says with a smile as she resumes her walking. "Anyhow as I was saying, her father, also and alumnus, Hugo Downs, thinks she was seeing the Quarterback in her previous high school, and that he may be the one she wants for her first. But her mother, Misty Downs nee Licious..."

"Misty Licious?"

"You know her?"

"No...just...That's really her name? Was her name?" Carissa asks.

"Yes. Anyhow, her mother thinks she was always spending time with someone on the Chess club. If this is the case...could you... figure it out?"

"We'll try, but if she's adamant that she doesn't want to be here we can't changer her mind for her, you know?"