A den of sexual debauchery

Nazia had gone into Bedford Girls Boarding School without much information about the school itself. It was more or less a retraining, or repurposing center for troubled, delinquent girls, many of whom were lesbian or bisexual. The lesbian population of the school was around sixty-five percent of the entire student body, and most of the teaching staff was also Gay oriented, except for a couple of heterosexuals the school was **** to hire to meet the sexual preference quotas the government had imposed upon them. It was no quota, no funding, so they kept a few straight laced and uptight staff members around just so their funding would continue.

However, the school, as we will see later in the story, had developed an alternate means of funding itself through **** trafficking, an exclusive lesbian escort service, and even selling off the most unruly students as slaves on the black market. Every student had to make themselves available for the escort service at any given moment. If they refused, they were trained and sold as slaves on the black market.

As Nazia walked the halls toward her classroom, she was receiving a lot of curious looks and stares that made her feel uneasy. She tried to brush it off as first day jitters, since that was the most logical explanation at hand. What she didn't know was she was being measured up by every student she encountered. It wasn't before one of the girls walked up behind her, and grabbed a generous handful of Nazia's ass that she got a clue as to what was going on.

She quickly turned around to face her assaulter. There stood a lovely redhead with violet eyes. She gave Nazia a shy smile as she glanced down at her feet.

"Young lady, do you know it is improper to walk up behind someone, and grab them by their butt?" Nazia's eyes flashed with anger.

The girl sheepishly replied, "I'm sorry. You have such a beautiful ass, and the way it twitches back and forth as you walk made it too tempting for me. I had to know what it felt like. I didn't mean to startle you, or anything."

Nazia was about to read her the riot act when another teacher, a tall, shapely blond woman, interrupted them. "Victoria, you're going to be late for class. You know what will happen if you're late. Now get going."

"Yes, Miss Parsons," the young redhead replied while looking at the ground. She left Nazia and Miss Parsons, and headed down the hall toward her classroom.

Parsons turned to Nazia. She was taken aback by her beauty. To her it was lust at first sight. "I'm sorry for Victoria's little incident. My name, as you know is Miss Parsons, but you can call me Ella." She stuck out her hand in greeting.

Nazia took her offered hand, and gave it a squeeze and a shake. "Well, there's not much harm done I suppose. My name is Nazia. It's nice to meet you Ella."

"So you're the new hire, huh?" Ella beamed.

"Yes, I am. I've got a case of first day jitters, and having my back side grabbed was a little too much," she confided.

"Well, don't worry. I'm sure you'll do just fine. You're very pretty, and I'm sure the girls will look up to you. By the way, welcome to our school."

Nazia smiled at her. "Thank you Ella. Talking with you has made me feel so much better."

"You're welcome dear," Ella smiled back. "For now, we'd better head to our respective classrooms, or else we'll be the ones who are late. I'll try to find you later, and we'll talk some more."

With that said, the two women parted, and walked away in different directions.