Physical Education (2 page)

Reed stood with the rest of the staff outside the main orientation room. Once the orientation was complete, it would be up to the staff to round up the new students and escort them to their bunks. Then came the interviews, initiations and training. Each candidate had filled out detailed applications with their likes and dislikes, plus the school had done a bit of independent research, a little digging up of dirt. Yet, it would be up to Reed and the other instructors to probe a bit deeper, figure out what made each person tick and, in some cases, what would make them break.

He fiddled with the waistband of his fitted black pants and once again wished for the comfort of a pair of well-worn jeans. After his stint at the school finished, he’d burn these pants and their clones. The thought of his personal Sex U. bonfire made Reed grin.

Jules, a personal trainer who primarily worked on the men’s endurance, caught his expression. “Thinking of all that new flesh awaiting?” she asked.

He’d been privy to more than a few sexual encounters with Jules. Her full Italian lips played havoc with a man’s cock, and she loved to tease the students hard and keep them hard.

Reed pushed away his thoughts and focused on Jules. “Sure, the first day’s always enlightening.” It wasn’t the new candidates that held Reed’s interest. Rather, it was those that had come and gone. His sister Willow, yes, their parents believed in the power of nature, had gone missing from the school a few weeks ago, and Reed was determined to find her. After their parents had died when Reed was 18, and Willow was only 13, Reed had taken it upon himself to officially gain custody of his younger sister and see to her upbringing. It helped that both parents believed in ample life insurance, which left them financially comfortable. With how close they were, there was no way Willow would drop off the face of the earth.

As he walked into the room, Reed consciously pushed thoughts of Willow out of his mind. He glanced over the lines of waiting students. Every class brought more of the same – tight, toned bodies. A plethora of nationalities – kink showed no boundaries. Pretty faces blended into pretty faces. Most expressions reflected fear. A few already possessed a glassed-over look, as if they were already distancing themselves from the events taking place. They wouldn’t last, Reed thought. And then he noticed her.

Something about the woman toward the end of the third row stood out. Perhaps it was her unabashed interest and direct eye contact as he passed. Most students looked down, afraid to meet his gaze. She took it on directly.

He lined up with the other instructors. Reed looked at her a bit more directly, what was it? Average height and build, she stood out from the others. Long curls hung over her shoulders, the hair playing peek-a-boo with her nipples. She held herself with confidence.
Her demeanor
, Reed thought.
She’s different
.

Oh, yes. The job definitely came with perks. Over the next few weeks, Reed would make sure that he had this lady.

Once the staff fell into place, Lucy garnered the attention of her captive audience. “Now, I’d like you to meet some more of the staff.” With their black slacks and white shirts, the eight instructors looked like they could be maitre d’s, but highly polished ones.

“Over the next few months, you’ll be getting to know the staff very, very well,” Lucy said with a slight smile that even Mandi could see from a distance.

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When Mandi was a sophomore in high school, she had her first lesson in the types of repercussions her habit of going to extremes could have. When her parents wouldn’t let her use hair mousse tinted with blue, which would have washed out easily, she bleached her dark hair blonde, shaved off the sides and dyed the tips vibrant blue. Served them right, and her. You know how hard it is to keep up vibrant blue hair? When she showered, streaks of blue ran down her naked toes.

Within a month, she colored her hair back dark and started to grow out the sides. What set out to be a lesson for her parents turned out to be a lesson for her. Funny that she would think of that story now, here, amongst a room full of nude people. Maybe it was because of the woman with the hot pink hair a few rows over. Mandi wondered how the woman would keep up her magnificent, eye-catching color without being allowed to bring in any supplies. When it came to beauty, maybe the staff at Sex U. was a little more lenient. They were, after all, in the business of pleasure.

At the front of the class, Lucy finished introducing the instructors. A tall drink of a man stood out. Something about him reeked of control and domination: self-confidence. Lucy had identified him as Reed. Tall, lanky and muscular, the name Reed fit him perfectly. From where she was standing, Mandi could almost imagine streaking her light fingertips across his strong jawline, and then following it with her tongue. The strength of his arms wrapped around her body, him easily lifting her weight as she slid down onto his awaiting cock.

What was the matter with her, she wondered, fantasizing like that. That is what being in a room full of naked people too long would do to a person. What would she do over the next three months?

“Now, I’m going to have a staff member bring the candidates to your bunkers,” Lucy said. “Take a look at the people standing next to you. Over the next three months, these are the people you’ll be sharing your living quarters with.”

The man behind Lucy looked down at her with a gleeful look in his eye. “Looking forward to getting to know you better, roomie,” he whispered, not so silently. The dorms were not segregated. Mandi thought it would be best if the women bunked with the women and the men with the men, especially if they were not supposed to be having sex. But did that really matter here? Sex was universal, and the act didn’t always reflect the sexual tendencies.

An Asian woman with stark dark hair that sank to her waist walked to the front of Mandi’s line and stood between two rows. She strolled down the aisle, glancing right and then left, as if she was sizing up her wards through her kohl-lined eyes.

“I am Yvette, and I’ll be your master leader the next few months,” she said. “From here on out, you’ll be a part of the Hump’sa tribe.”

A few snickers rang out at this description, and Yvette stopped until the murmurs settled.

“Think of it like Survivor – each tribe joining together, battling each other. Except here, you’ll see the sex unfolding,” she laughed. “Survivors, ready?”

“Yes, ma’am,” a chorus chimed out. Throughout the great hall, Mandi noticed groups filing behind a leader and being escorted out. As he led his group past, Reed glanced at Mandi, and she felt a heat promising more. Her pulse quickened as their eyes met, and just as quickly the moment passed. How was she going to survive?

The students in front of her started to move, and Mandi followed suit. Outside the door, Mandi glimpsed greenery – willowy trees shadowing the pathway; tall, majestic palms reaching toward the heavens; and in the flower bed, a rainbow-colored array of tulips, lilies, pansies, and narcissus. It looked like Disneyland, perfectly manicured and maintained. A Garden of Eden, deep in the heart of San Francisco. Who would have known?

The sun streaking through the foliage warmed Mandi’s body, and the pebbled path soothed her feet as she and her “tribe” walked down the path. She felt partly like a pirate being made to take a plunge into the unknown. She noticed groups being led down small tribune walkways into attractive-looking bungalows topped with thatched roofs. Soon enough, Yvette veered off and waved to the followers like a schoolteacher directing foot traffic.

Beds were lined up inside the housing unit with barriers that reminded Mandi of the cubicles at her last temp job. Except rather than neutral, boring offish colors such as gray and beige, these material-lined walls sparkled turquoise and magenta – vibrant colors that danced in the light streaking through the bay windows. A name was taped to the outside of each living space.

“Find your name,” Yvette said, passing by Mandi, “and settle in. I’ll give you a few moments to relax and catch your breath, and then we’re going to get to know each other a little better with a warming-up exercise.” Something in the way Yvette delivered the news made Mandi think that this introduction exercise was going to be quite a lot different than something she’d play at a bridal shower, or even a bachelorette party.

With ten roommates, the bunker split with five beds on each side, a set of co-ed restrooms at the back and a door labeled “Master.” Mandi guessed that was where Yvette would be sleeping. She continued to walk down the corridor, until she found her name – second from the end of the left. Inside her bedroom, the first thing Mandi did was open the closet – and surprise, surprise, there were clothes in it – lots of them. She checked the label – size 6, her size. She walked over to the multi-colored chest of drawers and pulled it open, running her fingers over the delicate lace and silk undergarments – a plethora of push-up bras in 34C at her disposal. Although the school had confiscated her luggage, they had felt the need to provide each student with an assigned wardrobe.

After checking out the living quarters, Mandi and the others made it back to the meeting room.

“Hello, my name is Sam, and I’m a sex-a-holic,” said the guy who’d leered so obviously at her earlier. Mandi and her bungalow-mates sat in a circle in what could be called a common room. A fire warmed the room, and plush multi-colored pillows added comfort to the floor. So far there were few highlights to the bungalow introductions. Yvette said that she’d been with the school for three years, after originally going through the training there herself. After graduating and losing her virginity on graduation night, Yvette said that she didn’t feel like venturing back out into the “real” world, which for her meant returning to Japan. Instead, she signed on as an intern, worked the front desk a la Blaine for a few months, and eventually proved herself beneath the sheets to move up into an instructor.

“I know what it’s like to be in your position, top and bottom,” Yvette said. “Now, how about you, Clyde?”

Clyde looked like his name – a tall, loopy man, sitting down, his legs overlapped. A bit goofy, yet at the same time there was something appealing to him. Like a giant, oversized horse. Mandi briefly wondered if erect, his penis would rival his namesake.

“Well,” he started out slowly, pushing back the shaggy, sandy colored mane from his forehead. “I come from Ohio, and my father and his father all ran the family farm. I always wanted more than that. Thought about opening up a little neighborhood brothel on the side. I come here to educate myself and see what it takes to get set up.”

“Pretty lofty goals,” Yvette countered. “How about the legalities?”

“Damn, where I come from, if you’re not doing harm to another, they don’t mess with you,” Clyde said. “Besides, who wouldn’t want to raise sex?”

Even with the warmth of the fire, Mandi shivered in the cool early evening air. Her nipples stood at points – “Hey, not that I want to break rules or anything, but are we allowed to wear those clothes in our cubbies?” she interrupted Yvette.

“Of course. What, did you think you were going to walk around completely naked the next three months?” she retorted. A few people in the circle snickered. Sam, for all his sweet talking, looked relieved. “Why don’t we all take a break, get dressed and then I’ll give everyone their first assignments.”

Back in her cube, Mandi once again searched through her new clothing. She decided on a pale pink bustier, which accented her breasts and complemented her skin tone and a pair of black pants with cinches at the waist. After sliding on a pair of pink and black sling backs, Mandi re-joined the others in the makeshift meeting center. Yvette seemed to be consulting a notepad with those already in attendance. Next, she hit up Mandi.

“So, I see you’re going to your first fitting this evening?”

Something in the way Yvette said those simple words made Mandi feel instantaneously nervous. “Fitting, what type of fitting?”

“Oh, this one is in line with your application,” Yvette said. As she walked by to the next candidate, Yvette lightly brushed the mounds of Mandi’s ass. “You’ll need to be at the Sunset Room by 5:30 p.m.,” Yvette added, handing her a map of the complex.

It was already 4:30 p.m. and Mandi had no idea where to find the Sunset Room. From the looks of the map, it was almost clear across the campus – she’d have a hike, and she better get started.

Clarissa, the sweet-faced Italian blonde who took the cube next to Mandi, was instructed to go to the Equipment Room to pick out her “tools of torture.” Always the quiet ones you have to watch out for, Mandi thought, always the quiet ones.

“I’ll walk over with you,” Clarissa said, looking over Mandi’s shoulder at the map. “The Equipment Room looks like it isn’t too far from where you’re going.”

Without a purse or any other belongings to grab, Mandi felt a bit lost walking out of the bungalow. The twosome walked down the pathway. Thick bushes and overhanging trees blocked most of the early evening sun, and Amanda reflected on how much later it felt. As Mandi’s heels twisted on the pebbled path, she wondered about the smartness of her choice of shoes. Barefoot was better than this.

“So how’d you come to the school, Clarissa?” Mandi asked, curious about the paths others had taken to arrive at the same location.

“Just call me Claire,” she answered, scrunching up her already-pert nose. “Only my overprotective family calls me Clarissa. Already I’m wondering what I’m doing here. My fiancé thought it would be a good idea.”

“Your fiancé thought it would be a good idea to send you to a sex school?” Amanda asked.

“I know, sounds crazy, right? But I don’t have a whole lot of experience,” she tried to explain, “and he has certain fantasies …”

They passed by an adjacent cottage and heard a raucous amount of chanting going on inside. Tempted by the sounds of laughter, Mandi crept closer.

“Let’s just have a look,” she coaxed Claire, grabbing her new friend’s soft hand.

Mandi and Claire stood to the side of the screen door. With the approaching darkness outside and the light inside the cabin, it offered a good view of the action. A dark-haired woman kneeled down before a man, with a cock sliding in and out of her mouth. The crowd continued to cheer, and Mandi was unsure if they were rooting for the cocksucker or the one being sucked.

“Come on, Marcus,” a girl on the outer edge of the circle encouraged, “hold it in. You can do it.”