Service to a club

Walking up to a table with the banner ‘community service checkin,’ you see it’s manned by a blonde girl next door type and an alt rebel type from the student council.

“Um, hi. I’m here to report for community service?”

The blonde ignores you, focusing on her phone, but the rebel stands up, saying “hi, I’m Trish. I’m guessing this is your first time?”

“Uh, yes. Yes it is.”

“I figured. Those that know better know that the jobs are first come first serve. You are late enough all the usual jobs are filled.”

“Ohh. Um, I’m sorry, but does that mean I can go?”

“Hell no.” She laughs, walking around the table and closer to you. The heavily pierced girl grabs your shirt collar and says “that just means the rental jobs are left. Everything serving the council is filled, but there are many clubs that are in short supply of cute subby boys, so you’ll go to one of them for whatever task they need.”

Well… maybe this won’t be so bad? You try to look in the upside and think maybe you got out of doing a scary job to just hang out at a club… that is, until you hear about the clubs.

“Now who gets you. Let’s see… I have the outdoor adventurers, they are looking for a Fox to hunt. The milk farmers need a hand in the barn. Oh, and my old sorority is looking for boys for their weekly slut games.”