Study Hall

Jessica stood in the hallway for a few minutes, heart still racing from her brief glimpse into the Deep Red zone. The images of that female staff member being brutally used wouldn’t leave her mind.

Are they really okay with that? Or is this whole place just… exploiting them?

She needed answers. Or at least some kind of understanding before she let herself go any deeper.

She checked her wristband and headed toward one of the Rose-level rooms that still fit her schoolgirl fantasy: Study Hall.

The door opened into a large, elegant library-like space — dark wood desks, bookshelves lining the walls, soft ambient lighting, and the low hum of quiet conversation mixed with occasional moans. At first glance, it looked almost civilized.

Guests in various revealing outfits sat at desks — some reading tablets, some casually touching themselves. A few were clearly mid-orgasm, biting their lips or gripping the edge of their desks.

Then Jessica looked closer.

Under nearly every occupied desk was a staff member.

At one nearby desk, a beautiful male staffer was on his knees between a woman’s spread thighs, slowly and devotedly eating her out while she pretended to study. At another, a curvy female staff member was sloppily sucking a male guest’s cock, her head bobbing steadily under the desk while he casually scrolled through his tablet.

Jessica’s breath caught. It was so casual. Like background service.

She walked slowly down the aisles, pulse quickening. Her tiny schoolgirl skirt felt even shorter now. Eventually she stopped at an empty-looking desk in a relatively quiet corner.

Underneath it knelt a petite female staff member.

She was tiny — barely five feet tall — with a slender, almost delicate build, large innocent eyes behind cute black-rimmed glasses, and her dark hair tied in neat pigtails. She wore a very convincing “nerdy schoolgirl” uniform: crisp white blouse, short pleated skirt, and knee socks. She looked extremely young. Barely legal, if that.

The girl looked up at Jessica with a bright, professional smile.

“Would you like some assistance with your studies, miss?” she asked sweetly, voice soft and eager.

Jessica hesitated, then slowly sat down at the desk. Her mind was spinning with questions, but her body was already responding to the sheer depravity of the setting. She could feel herself getting wet again.

The petite staffer didn’t wait for further instruction. She crawled between Jessica’s thighs, gently pushing the tiny skirt up around her waist, and pressed her warm mouth against Jessica’s bare, already-dripping pussy.

“Mmm…” the girl hummed happily as she began licking.

Jessica gripped the edge of the desk, biting back a moan. The girl’s tongue was skilled — soft, eager, and precise. She licked long stripes up her slit, then focused on her clit with gentle suction while sliding two small fingers inside her.

She looks like she should be studying for finals, not… this, Jessica thought, a strange mix of arousal and discomfort twisting in her stomach. Is she even real? Or is she another clone? Does she actually enjoy this, or is it all programmed?

The girl under the desk increased her pace, sucking on Jessica’s clit while fingering her faster. Wet, obscene sounds filled the small space beneath the desk.

Jessica’s hips started rocking involuntarily. Despite her growing unease about the staff, the pleasure was undeniable. Her Rose wristband glowed warmly on her wrist, as if rewarding her for participating.

She looked around the room again. Other guests were lost in their own pleasure, casually using the staff like living sex toys while pretending to study.

This place is so fucked up… she thought, even as another soft moan escaped her lips.

But she didn’t tell the girl to stop.

Jessica’s hips were rocking subtly against the girl’s face, her mind a whirlwind of arousal and unease. The casual revelations about clones, rotations, and mental conditioning only made her more curious — and more unsettled.

“What… what happens on the 9th floor?” she asked breathily, trying to keep her voice steady. “Black Level. You said people change. What do you mean?”

The petite staffer paused her licking for a moment. She glanced down at a small sleek watch on her wrist, then looked back up at Jessica with a gentle but firm expression.

“I’m sorry, miss… but you’re really not ready for that conversation yet.” She offered a sweet, almost apologetic smile. “Your band is still only Rose. Some things are better experienced… or avoided… at the right time.”

Before Jessica could protest, the girl dove back in with renewed intensity.

Her soft lips sealed around Jessica’s swollen clit and sucked hard while her fingers pumped faster, curling aggressively against that perfect spot inside her. The sudden escalation was devastating. The petite nerdy schoolgirl transformed into a relentless little pleasure machine.

“Oh fuck—!” Jessica gasped, gripping the desk hard as her thighs began to shake.

The girl didn’t let up. She moaned eagerly into Jessica’s pussy, licking and sucking with perfect pressure while her fingers worked furiously. Within seconds, Jessica’s first orgasm crashed over her. She bit her lip to muffle her cry as her pussy clenched and squirted lightly onto the girl’s tongue.

But the staffer kept going.

She pushed Jessica straight into a second, even stronger orgasm. Jessica’s eyes rolled back, her toned legs trembling violently around the girl’s head as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her.

As Jessica came the second time, she noticed something that made her head spin even more.

The petite staffer — whose name tag read Margaret — had one hand buried between her own thighs the entire time. She was frantically fingering her own dripping little pussy under her short pleated skirt. The moment Jessica started cumming, Margaret let out a high-pitched, muffled squeal of pleasure and came hard herself, her small body shuddering between Jessica’s legs.

The realization hit Jessica like another shockwave: She’s genuinely enjoying this. She’s getting off on eating me out.

Margaret finally pulled back slightly, lips and chin glistening, breathing hard. She looked up at Jessica with hazy, satisfied eyes behind her cute glasses.

“See?” she whispered, still gently kissing Jessica’s twitching pussy. “We all have the same enhancements. When you feel good… I feel really good. Trust me when I say we’re all exactly where we want to be.”

Jessica leaned back in the chair, chest heaving, trying to process everything. The combination of multiple shattering orgasms and seeing Margaret cum from servicing her helped quiet some of the moral panic in her mind.

She’s not being ****. She’s literally cumming from this…

It was a strange, twisted form of comfort — but in this surreal resort, it was enough to ease the worst of her anxiety. For now.

Margaret gave her clit one last affectionate lick and smiled innocently.

“Would you like another round, miss? Or shall I let you recover?”