Yeah, let’s get it!

Nursing your beaten and battered cock, you make your way back to the band hall. It seemed like today might be a rather uneventful day, as you meat your instructor, a thin middle aged woman with a sharp gaze. “Hello all, I am professor Sharp. While I am glad you’re keeping up with sexfight training, please be sure to maintain that same energy when practicing your instrument. Additionally, congratulations to Vanessa, on her first victory!” The crowd cheers, some looking back at you with a wink and a guffaw. Clearly losers got some attention after defeats in this club, even if your professor doesn’t acknowledge it just yet. Vanessa blushes at this, looking at you apologetically, yet also mischievously and victoriously from her position within the clarinets’ ranks.

Practice continues as you’d expect, save for one curveball near the end: “good rehearsal all… but it’s time for our weekly contest. Woodwinds, you’re taking the performing role first this week!” Both you, Vanessa, and other rookies look confused as brass players leave their chair, while the woodwinds undress. Following suit, you find yourself situated in front of the two girls from yesterday who’d competeted, both sitting in the front row, clearly the first and second chairs: Emily, a short blonde with bangs and a boastful gaze in first, and Macey, a brunette looking at you like you’re a piece of gum on her shoe, in second

“Ummm hey loser? Wanna get into position or what?” Macey asks, rolling her eyes as she does, a sorority tinge to her voice. “Look, you’re trying to make us mess up by turning us on. Not something I’d be nervous about, especially if it’s me you’re up against. You don’t stand a chance.” Macey says. Meanwhile, Emily eagerly speaks up. “Don’t worry rookie, take me on! I’ll take anything you got. If your last match is anything to go by, I might play the whole thing perfect!”