Overslept...

The more Mrs. Peterson stared at Zhou the more she couldn't keep any semblance of eye contact, bending her back and casting her gaze down to her stocking covered feet Zhou begged for forgiveness, "Forgive me, Teacher, there is no excuse. I am prepared for my punishment."

Mrs. Peterson clicked her tongue, "That will have to wait until after class, as you have obviously forgotten, today is a very important day. Take your seat Ms. Smith, and don't forget to stay after class." Giving a wordless thanks Zhou's did as she was instructed taking her seat at the third desk at the third row, sitting down her best friend gave Zhao mocking smile. Looking over Lao as she continued giving that Cheshire grin Zhou couldn't help but have her morning bout of jealousy as she compared herself to Lao, she had short dark hair that reached down to her ears and seemed to contrast with zhou's own long, lighter brown locks, and while Zhao was as toned from years of training just like all her other classmates Lao took it to a whole new level, from constant exercise Lao's muscles seemed to almost ripple whenever she moved, but just like every day her immediate attention was drawn to Lao's ridiculously large breasts, which compete with Mrs. Peterson's own. To say they were best friends since birth wouldn't exactly be an exaggeration, seeing as how they were technically Sisters, half-sisters, but sisters none the less.

Smacking a ruler three times against the desk Mrs. Peterson spoke in her usual commanding tone "Alright ladies, as most of you know today is a very important day, today is the day that you will choose the career you will spend the rest of your life in and who will take proper ownership of yourselves." Taking a stack of papers from the inside of her desk Mrs. Peterson strutted down the rows of desks handing them out to each student, the long thick heel of her boots making a sharp clacking sound as it struck against the laminated wood. "Usual classes for today have been suspended and you will be expected to follow the schedule to the letter, any deviation will be punished by me or a monitor, is that understood?"

The Reply she received was an in unison "Yes, mam" from the entire class, giving an acknowledging nod she returned to her desk and personally went over the schedule for her class, reading it out loud to them. "For first and second block you will be heading to the Oral Instructions class in 209 and will be listening to a number of speakers talk about possible opportunities you might be interested in, next you will head to lunch as usual then head to the computer lab in 138 and do research on interesting careers using the intranet. Finally, you will return here for a proper review and career discussion." Walking to the chalkboard behind her Mrs. Peterson drew a diagram of the school and where everyone needed to go, turning around her pale back and ass were on full display for the whole class to see. Though it was hardly an out of place affair it still roused quite a commotion from the students, the reason being the mark on her right ass cheek, a seared mark in the round and shapely spelled out the initials 'JP', the headmaster's initials surrounded by a thick circle. For weeks the student body gossiped and theorized about it, Branding in this day in age was rarely used, even for disobedient slaves, with Permanent Tattoos being a much more common method of marking property. The most popular theory was that she had personally requested it to show her devotion to her masters, a thought that spurred no end of romanticism among the heads of the schoolgirls, the other was that she had committed a severe act of disobedience against the headmaster, but even the other the most colorful imagination of couldn't wholeheartedly believe that it could possibly be the case.

**Riiiiing**

Almost as if to cut Mrs. Peterson off before she could put an end to the whispered Gossiping the bell rang signaling the beginning of the first period. "Alright, in an orderly fashion head to the Oral Instructions room immediately, and do not forget to show the proper respect to the speakers, they have served our white superiors loyally and dutifully and should be given the respect they have earned. "

At her word, everyone in the class stood up in unison and in a neat and orderly line that would a skilled choreographist blush exited the classroom and began heading to their destination. After little commotion in the halls, they reached room 209, the Oral Instruction course was a mandatory semester class and its goal was to train the student's throats and mouths enough to be worthy of proper service, in order to properly graduate public school the student would no longer need to have a gag reflex and be able to provide a minimum level of oral stimulation.

Going in the room was much different than most of the regular classrooms at the school, there were no desks or even chairs and nearly the entirety of the wall opposite of the door was entirely window. Instead of the usual bulky desks or tables, there were small wooden about a foot high and two across set in a half moon type formation facing the chalkboard, on their sides were small valves that could be used to shorten or heighten the tiny desks. Instead of chairs and the usual laminated wooden floor, the ground was entirely covered in a thick comfortable carpet except for a good sized strip near the window used for advanced testing.

In a synchronized fashion they each to a seat at one of the miniature desks, individually being greeted by the instructor as they each took their seats on the soft carpet. The Oral Instructions teacher was something of an oddity in that she was a half breed, not half white half Asian, but half Asian and half Indian. The way she told it her unusual circumstance resulted in a simple mix up in computer programming and her mostly full Japanese mother was impregnated by Indian seed while she had done her service at the farm. Since she was technically majority Asian she was brought into District 7 where she excelled in her Oral Instructions course and eventually moved on to teach it. More than once did she have to retell that to an overly zealous student who had become enraged at the sight of her dark skin and slanted eyes. Born Ai Jackson and named by her heartbroken mother her name was clearly displayed on the side of her neck along with a barcode, symbolizing that she, like most other teachers at the school, was owned by the district. Her normal attire consisted of a long flowing dress that exposed her weighty bust, the curves of her figure and freely dripping quim along with a number of pearls and beads on her wrists, neck, and body. Clasping her hands together she had caused her long wavy hair to shift and the beads that adorned her body to clatter as she spoke up to gather everyone's attention. "I'm so glad to see everyone here on such an important day, we have quite the lineup of talented individuals and I'm absolutely positive each and every one of you will find your calling". With her pearly white smile on display and bubbly demeanor, it was hard for even the most zealous and spitfire student to hate her for too long.

Grabbing a clipboard she hummed aloud as she went through the list, after internally debating who to call first she spoke up announcing the first name at the top of the list

"Ah, please welcome with open arms..."