A woman of legacy

“I… am the current Madame Stanfield. This was my mother’s school before me and my grandmother’s before her. I was not given this position though, I earned it… by the sweat of my brow and the proof of my steel.”

The woman who spoke stood above them, at the top of a wide marble staircase. The click of her heels as she paced from one side of this to the other, punctuated every word. Jesse stood down below, lined up with what he presumed were the rest of his new classmates. He hadn’t had a moment to talk or even catch the eye of anyone. This intimidating woman had marched out at the dot of nine and simply begun talking. Silence and attention were not given question.

“My mother took this institution from her parent when she saw it becoming lax… and I did the same in my time. Our family name is not just one of blood relation, but of mastering our art. If a single pupil under my tutelage goes on to shame herself; She shames that name, this school and all that legacy. That has never happened, nor will it while I still yet draw breath... You have been warned.”

She wore tight, black trousers and a similarly fashioned halter top, cropped just below her impressive breasts. A simple, unsympathetic style that spoke volumes as to how much of the room she managed to occupy with neither frivolities or props. Her pulled-back hair was also black and two perfectly symmetrical eyebrows gave the impression that they could crush anyone with half a frown. This was not someone who ever needed to demand respect.

She descended now, and walked amongst them. Looking each new pupil up and down. Lifting up a chin or straightening a spine wherever she wished to.

“Make no mistake… You are all here because nothing makes you feel more alive and content than giving others what they want. Nothing fulfils you more than debasing yourselves for the pleasure of your betters. You are not just mere fucktoys, always seeking the next limit of debauchery to push yourself past. They are nothing but the pathetic, self-centred shadows of the perfection that you all have the potential to become.”

She had stopped right in front of Jesse at this line, speaking it directly into the back of his skull. She paused to watch the self-doubt creep in behind those words and his eyes soon run for the floor. A smirk was all that she offered in reply… but he got the sense it was not a cruel one. The woman walked on without comment.

“At the end of your time here some of you might be sold off to corporate hotels or casinos. You might be provided to high-class, suburban housing estates. Some of you already might have a sponsor lined up who has intentionally placed you in our hands… But you are all going to become someone’s idea of perfect. You are going to be the one they come home to after a long, hard day and are going to be the place where they can take out all their frustrations. You are going to be a comfort to everyone you serve, every day of your lives. You are going to ease their burdens and soothe their souls. There is great beauty in that… and great beauty to be found in each of you.”

She had returned to the front now, and addressed them all at once. Brow creasing in stern severity. One hand on hip and one finger pointing in emphasis and undisguised threat.

“However… It is going to take a lot of long, hard work to get you to that point. To draw that beauty out of you. You might think our methods harsh, at times. You might have moments of selfish weakness where you wish you were chosen to be just some 3rd class whore in a factory. But you must always remember that what we are trying to achieve here is perfection… and for that there can be no holding back the whip. You will all complete your courses here, of that I am certain. How painful the lessons are… is only down to you.”

And then she turned to leave… marching back up the steps without a single glance back. Several other presumed teachers stepped in to take command, who seemed like far lesser creatures in comparison. It was only when the Madame had reached the top and completely disappeared… that any in the room felt safe to breathe again.