Dave hears a voice

Dave frantically looked for a way out. Amy way. A window, a door. A vent. He needed to get out of this place.

"Let's go, before we all get in trouble again," he heard a voice from just outside the door.

A gorgeous blonde walked into view. She had an **** hourglass figure, her short pleated skirt was so short he could see the bottom of her ass cheeks. She was flawless to him. Drop dead gorgeous. A walking wet dream, at least to him. He stared.

"C'mon, Stephanie, snap out of it." The girl minced over to him on her stiletto heels and snapped her fingers several times in front of his face. "I get it. You’ve just been enrolled. This is all scary and new. I’m Debbi, with just an ‘I,’ and I have to make sure you get to orientation. If you don’t get there soon, we're all gonna get in trouble. And you’ve prolly already made the other girls angry. I don’t wanna make them madder!”

She grabbed his hand and turned to lead him out of the room. He jerked it back, hitting his own ample bust, making him wince slightly with pain.

"Look," Dave said, clearing his throat several times, trying and failing to return his voice to it's normal tone. "Look," he said, finally giving up on trying to sound manly, "there's been a mistake..."

“Sure,” Debbi said. “Blame your lawyer. Blame the court system. It’s not your fault. You were framed or something. It doesn’t matter. Now come ON! We’re gonna get…”

Pain flared in Dave’s crotch. His knees buckled and he wobbled in his heels. Surprisingly, Debbie also let out a high pitched squeal of her own, grabbing her crotch too.

“What…” Dave panted… “Happened to you there?”

“This is how they keep us in line, Stephanie,” Debbi said after steadying herself, shaking her head with her majestic blonde locks settling sexily around her face once she did. “If one of us messes up, we all get punished. It helps keep us in line…That’s three punishments you’ve earned our group. The girls aren’t gonna be happy!”

“But I shouldn’t be in here…” Dave tried again to explain. “I’m a guard!”

“Don’t care what you were on the outside, Stephanie,” Debbi told him flatly. “You’re a student here now..”. She grabbed his arm and pulled him through the open door and into a very cold and sterile looking hallway. The door to the recovery room slid shut immediately upon their leaving the room. Dave now had **** but to follow Debbi.

Debbi began strutting, there was no other word for it, and she walked down the hall. Dave was mesmerized by the sway of her hips and finally realized that his growing member was now firmly, if not painfully, trapped behind a steel plate.

Debbi turned and stomped a high heeled foot. “STEPHANIE! Let’s go!” She folded her arms over her chest and glared at Dave.

“You are enrolled here now. You can’t leave. The door is closed and neither of us can open it. Accepting that the only way out is to graduate is what you gotta do! Now come ON!”

She grabbed his hand again and started pulling him down the hallway. She was surprisingly fast and Dave’s ankles wobbled unsteadily in his heels as he tried to keep up.

“Um… graduate?” He asked, trying to find some sort of landmark so he could find his way back to the recovery room. There weren’t any.

“Yeah,” Debbi said, turning a corner with him and finally stopping before a set of large industrial double door. “The course options here are trophy wife, secretary, or hooker. Secretary is where everyone starts. Do good and stuff and you can maybe graduate as a trophy wife. Do bad and stuff and… well… hooker.”

The double doors clicked, then opened. A somewhat small, dimly lit auditorium opened before him.

“See ya later, Steffi!” Debbie said with a smile and a wiggle of her fingaers as she shoved him through the doors that closed behind him and locked with a very loud, very ominous CLICK.