Brings new questions

The school day began much as any other. The slutwives-to-be were lined up at their wooden desks, chatting about the clients they’d serviced yesterday or creeping a hand or two up under their neighbour’s skirt. They’d shared so much together as a class by now that a quick handshake to the genitalia was very much the expected good morning between friends. It helped to get the juices flowing early, after all… lest any leftover soreness from the night before be aggravated by the lessons ahead. Jesse found himself glued to Suzy’s lips, as always. That reassuring exchange of saliva helping to distract away from the troubles that still plagued him. His foremost lover seemed to notice something was wrong, unsurprisingly… but did not push to find out what it was. He’d been close to Jesse long enough by now to recognise when the brunette beauty needed some more time to think things through.

Order was quickly established, however, when Mr Durren entered the room. Bums placed squarely on seats and a class of attentive young whores ready and waiting to receive their next lesson in Slut Etiquette. The rhythm had been established well enough by now, and enough after-class spankings provided… that none would dare continue talking when a teacher was present. What was new, however… was the timid-looking creature following in the shadow of their educator. She was a strange-looking thing… with short-cut, dark hair and sunken, tired eyes. She was wearing the usual school uniform, but had unusually broad shoulders for a student of this effeminate, submissive stock. Her legs were shaved and face was painted… but in what looked like a much more shaky hand than the practiced, careful finesse that the rest of the class could now produce. Jesse had pitying flashbacks to his own early attempts at beautification, his heart reaching out toward this newcomer. But why was she here? If she was a new student, there was a whole class below them now who were surely at a level of study that she’d be more comfortable with…

To his left… the sissy heard a sharp gasp. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Franceska gazing toward this stranger with a face turning pale. The normally utterly unfazeable girl looked like she’d seen a ghost, holding one hand over her mouth to stifle her reaction. Even as Jesse watched… she visibly got a hold of herself again, returning to the polite position of hands in lap, back straight and chest pushed forward. Yet, it remained clear in her face that something about the new girl had shocked her deeply.

Mr Durren cleared his throat, dryly. Clearly not quite sure how to make this introduction either… but unwilling to waste any more time with it than necessary.

“Class, this is… ahem… Beth. She will be joining you in lessons from now on, so make her welcome. She may look a little… rougher around the edges than you, but I am assured her level of training is comparable to your own. Thus, we will simply continue where we left off with the syllabus.”

The grey-haired old man looked down through his glasses at the mysterious transfer, still squirming in her heels at all the eyes glued to her.

“Well… go and find a seat, girl. Today we are going to be continuing our discussion of roles to be taken on at a garden party. From entertaining performances, serving platters to boot-cleaning… You’d be surprised how many interesting ways you can be of use to your masters, if grouped up together with the playthings of other guests!”

And so ‘Beth’ scurried off to the back of the room, trying to avoid meeting anyone’s eye as the lesson got started in earnest. Whenever he could… Jesse tried to steal a glance back at her, but couldn’t really see the seat she’d chosen. Meanwhile, Franceska stared doggedly ahead… diligently taking notes and not giving the slightest indication of interest in this person she’d clearly had a completely different reaction to, at first sight.

The entire situation swept Jesse up into a whirlwind of intrigue. Not the least because it helped distract away from his own troubles.