Your first day

You come straight out of the holding cell. God alone knows how the detective in charge managed to get you a place at this university. You are allowed to shower in the police changing room. Under the guard of a police woman of course. You can’t help but you get the feeling, that this young woman is somewhat bi. She enjoys watching you naked in the shower much more then she should. She also was one time close behind you and asked if everything is alright but you know she was about to soap your breast.

Not that you can blame her. From the view of most men you are a beauty. You are slender, your hair is shoulder long and well treated and during your prison stay you used the gym every day to keep Pamela and her goons on distance. This gave you not only remarkable strength and endurance, but also stunning arm and abdominal muscles, strong yet pleasantly soft legs and a firm ass that attracts every man's attention. But the best parts of you are in your view your tits. Both are round and firm with the size of ripe apples.

However, after the showering an officer puts you in his patrol car and drives you to the university. He is around your age and seems quite shy around you. Likely he is straight out of the police academy. He tries to talk to you a few times during the ride. But since you are on your way to a punishment, you are not in the mood for talking. It is still early in the morning, when the car stops at the schools parking lot.

“So you already have your purse back with money, credit cards and identity card,” the officer says and gives you a hopeful and somewhat pity look, “I will bring you some clothes after my work shift. And at the weekend I drive you to your apartment for the rest of your stuff.”

“Thanks, officer,” you say and take a deep breath.

“You know, I was against this sort of punishment,” the officer says and looks at the university, “Here, take a card from me. If there is anyone giving you too much trouble, just call me. I hope you get along with your classmates. And stay out of trouble.”

“Thanks, mom,” you reply annoyed but take the card.

You take a short look at the card. There is written >Police officer Warren Hold, metropolitan police< in cursive letters. And below this there is a phone number and an E-mail address.

“Good luck, girl,” officer Hold says before driving off, “I hope you get along.”

You wonder a little about his behavior, but you don’t care too much. You have bigger problems. And how hard can it be to stay three years in a fucking school. You only need a medium grade to graduate. And even if you fail your probation would be over too. Well, first stop for you is the administration office. The semester began about a month ago and you have no idea where which classroom is.

With mixed feelings you go to the front door. There is a big sigh over the entrance with colorful letters. It says >University of control. The strong will lead, the weak will go down<. A strange slogan for a university. Last time you visited school it was more like >Help each other to achieve greatness< >God loves you all< or >treat other like you want to be threaten<. Well, your time at school is some time ago, to be honest. The door itself is locked and an old guard is guarding it from the other side. His uniform says he is from the security company Zeta-Savety, which has a branch in town. When you appear he gives you a confused look.

“Can I help you, punk?” he asks unfriendly through a small window.

“Veronica,” you answer, “I’m here to study. The director should know about this.”

“Vera … Vero … Veronica, yes, you are on the list,” the guard says grinning while reading a list, “well, seems you are a little troublemaker. The police put you here for punishment.”

“They did,” you answer short, “and I have to go to the director. Can you let me in now, please?”

“To be honest, no,” the old guard says grins sleazy, “”

“What the hell do you ...” you begin angry but are silenced by the guard.

“Shut up, punk!” he interrupts you aggressive, “shut your fucking mouth and listen! I’m an employee here. This means I’m responsible for the students well being. It also means I have the power here. Inside the school the teachers decide but here at the front door my word is law. And I say that a slutty, **** dealing punk like you is not welcome at this university. Or at least not in the way you appear. I will not let you in until you prove me you can be a good, obedient girl.”

“Is this some kind of joke?” you ask, “fuck you! I need to see the director!”

“Not my problem,” the guard says and crosses his arms, “but it is yours. If you don’t show up in time you are in serious trouble. I on the other hand can easily tell the director, that you were a suspect and refused to identify yourself. Who do you think he believes? A fucking criminal or one of his trusted employees?”

“And what do you want me to do?” you ask angry about his blackmailing, “do you want me to make a scout vow?”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a scout uniform,” the guard answers and pulls symbolic on his pants, “but no. I will let you in and then you give me a blowjob. Then maybe I believe you can follow the rules of this school. And before you answer, believe me, that the punishment for being late will be much worse.”