What others might not attempt

“These are some of your seniors: Third year students who already spend much of their time apprenticed out to locations that suit their… specialisations.” The woman who was speaking now was much more akin to the kind of teacher Jesse recognised. Introducing herself as ‘Ms Julian’ she was wearing quite a loudly-coloured floral dress whose loose hem stopped halfway up her thighs. Her hair was brown and frizzy and she had a constant habit of tugging upon her own thick-rimmed glasses.

The girls she was speaking about, though… were a whole different species. There were four of them, and each was as different as the seasons. Yet what they all shared was a sense of pure, unrestrained sexuality:

The one who was nearest must only have been about 5 foot tall, yet she radiated a raw, fierce confidence. Half her hair had been shaved off, leaving only a punk-like shock of green. She wore a sheer, black gown which misted around her, but beneath that only a network of crisscrossed leather straps. These pulled her varying features into full display: breasts pushed forward, ball-less cock presented proudly and flowered pussy beneath, open for all the world to see.

Another was simply a souffle of frills. Layer upon layer of hooped skirts and petticoats, with smooth bare legs poking out beneath. Her bleached-white hair pulled to either side in elaborate, swirling pigtails. She fluttered an old-fashioned fan in front of her face, clearly a pointedly chosen affectation of fragility… but the smile she wore behind it had the look of a cruel child working out which butterfly to pull the wings off.

The third was tall. Tall and oh-so slender. She had short-cropped tomboy-ish hair, but wore a silky, floor-length navy-blue dress and matching, elbow-length gloves. A slit almost all the way up this garment revealed one immaculate, bare leg leading several miles down to an incredibly precarious-looking, stiletto-heeled shoe. Still struggling to balance on the comparably low and blocky heels of his new school shoes, Jesse couldn’t even imagine how the graceful creature managed to walk in those. A conspicuous bulge in the front of that dress also making him reconsider all the ‘she’s his mind was inserting.

The last student was definitely a she, though. He knew this because she was wearing practically nothing at all. Dark, dark ebony skin seemed to almost shimmer with its own light, as if oiled and polished to perfection. Long, braided black hair poured down her back. Yet, what was most striking were the piercings: Her nose, lips and ears were all studded with several silver bars and hoops. Each of her nipples was similarly treated, as were the visible outer folds of her womanhood. Connecting all of these were delicate hanging chains, thin and gleaming. They wove their way around her in loose, concentric loops and seemed to sing a tinkling song with every slight movement she made.

All of them simply oozed confidence in who and what they were. Jesse felt himself drawn in like a moth to four flames and, glancing around, knew all the other newcomers felt the same. He felt himself biting a lip and almost salivating at the mere sight of them, shuffling awkwardly in his silly, little skirt and too-tight top. He wanted to have them, touch them. Be them or be crushed beneath their heels. Was it really possible that that was what this place was going to make of him? Surely such beings were dropped from the heavens… not raised from the discarded crowds of the Homes. He could never be so perfect…