Study Hall (Continued)

Jessica slumped back in the chair, panting hard, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her pussy was still twitching from the back-to-back orgasms, and her tiny schoolgirl skirt was bunched uselessly around her waist. She felt dazed, satisfied… and deeply unsettled.

Her eyes drifted across the large study hall.

A few desks away, a middle-aged male guest with a Deep Red band had a blonde staff member on her knees. The woman looked like a classic teacher MILF — neat blonde bob haircut, glasses, professional blouse pulled open to expose heavy breasts. The man was gripping her head with both hands and brutally facefucking her, slamming his cock deep into her throat with zero mercy. Loud, wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds echoed as saliva poured down her chin and onto her tits.

The woman’s eyes were watering heavily, her face turning red from lack of air… but as the man groaned and buried himself to the hilt, pumping his load straight down her throat, the blonde staffer suddenly shuddered violently. Her whole body convulsed in what was clearly a powerful orgasm of her own. Her thighs clenched together as she came hard from being choked and used.

Jessica stared, transfixed.

When Margaret finally crawled out a little from under the desk, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and smiling sweetly, Jessica couldn’t hold back the question.

“Do you… ever run out of air?” she asked quietly, still a little hoarse. “Like… actually ****?”

Margaret shrugged casually, as if they were discussing the weather.

“Sure, it happens sometimes,” she said lightly, adjusting her cute glasses. “Especially on the rougher floors. But remember — these are just clones. They built a revival function into all of us. Worst case, we black out for a second, wake up fresh in a new body the next morning. Our real bodies are perfectly safe back on Earth, sleeping away in stasis. No harm done.”

She gave Jessica’s thigh a gentle, reassuring pat, still kneeling between her legs like an obedient little pet.

“It’s actually kind of thrilling when it happens,” Margaret added with a shy little smile. “The panic, the helplessness… then that huge rush when you wake up the next day remembering how rough they got with you. Really gets the blood pumping, you know?”

Jessica swallowed hard.

The casual way Margaret talked about dying — even in a clone — and waking up the next day like it was nothing sent a cold shiver down her spine, even as her freshly fucked pussy gave another involuntary throb.

No consequences, the resort kept promising.

But the more Jessica learned, the more she wondered how true that really was.

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Jessica caught her breath and looked down at the petite staffer still kneeling sweetly between her legs.

“Thank you, Margaret,” she said softly, offering a genuine, if slightly dazed smile. “That was… really helpful. In more ways than one.”

Margaret beamed up at her, adjusting her glasses. “Anytime, miss. Come back whenever you want. I’m usually here during day shifts.”

Jessica straightened her tiny schoolgirl outfit, pulling the skirt down (which did almost nothing) and re-tying the sheer white shirt under her breasts. She gave Margaret one last lingering look — this innocent-looking 72-year-old in a clone body who had just made her cum twice while fingering herself — then headed out of the Study Hall.