Never in her life had Alana appreciated a Saturday morning so much.
Around her, Alana could hear the sounds of the other girls waking up. The whispers of conversation, the creak of the door. Without opening her eyes, Alana stretched, refusing to get out of bed just yet. Wanted to soak in her sleepiness just a little while longer.
The beds in the dorm, as she'd taken to calling their living space, didn't encourage sleeping in but at least they weren't being woken up with orders to head outside immediately. No need to fret about seeing Nurse Bri, not if Mistress J was to be believed.
Oddly enough, Alana did trust her. Trust them, the women running this program. Last night some of the girls had whispered amongst themselves, determined that this weekend would be worse than the rest of the week. That they'd been told they would get time off just to trick them into messing up.
It would be an interesting mindfuck technique, Alana guessed. But short lived. Ineffective in the long run, considering they'd just been told on Monday that they would get the weekends off. Taking it away immediately would be frustrating, sure, but they wouldn't have come to accept those weekends being off yet.
Much better to threaten to take them away later.
Perhaps as a punishment. Or if one of them didn't perform well enough the women might force them to complete a weekend course. The temporary loss of a privilege like their weekends off would be more devastating and could be repeated often without them growing numb to it.
Of course, the ease at which Alana's brain considered better ways to rub their noses in the dirt was almost alarming at times.
Something soft smacking her face broke Alana out of her musings. The Black girl from earlier in the week tossed something else toward the foot of the bed before sitting down on her own. "Nurse said to give those to you."
It took Alana's mind a second to process that it was a shirt that'd hit her in the face. A plain white tank-top that Alana tugged over her head before reaching for the shorts she'd been given to pull those on as well. "Thanks. What's your name, anyway?"
The question earned her a cocked eyebrow. "Pierced."
Alana frowned. "I meant-"
"I know what you meant, Sloppy-" Alana flinched at her own given name- "Most of us aren't going to make it. No point in getting attached. After all, we're already are down to seven."
An unusually swift departure from the program, Nurse Bri had mocked. Blamed the now departed girl for her own predicament- after all, she'd been one of the ones up on the stage. If she hadn't of been so weak, if she'd kept the book aloft, none of them would be in such bad shape.
Personally, having lost bathroom privileges didn't seem that bad. There was no traffic on the road they were on, no other houses. No one who could see them expelling outside that couldn't do it outside, and sure, it was a little chilly, but Alana could handle that.
They'd all applied for a chance at The Scholarship knowing that the path to earning it would be humiliating. That there would be physical pain and embarrassment galore. But apparently, the red-headed girl hadn't thought about that really meant.
She'd also committed Nurse Bri's cardinal sin, she'd failed to empty herself completely before leaving the tree. Which meant the Nurse had less than no sympathy when shitty water rolled down the now absent girl's leg. Refused to let the girl clean off before lining them all against the wall for a strapping.
It'd either been that or the offhanded comment that the next time it happened, that Nurse Bri would rub their faces in it, that had caused the girl to quit the program.
So maybe Pierced was right. There was no point in getting attached, but that didn't mean they couldn't be respectful to one another. "Yes, Ma'am."
The honorific had been instinctual, a result of Pierced's tone and the week that they'd both just survived. But Pierced latched onto it, looking amused. "Ma'am? Don't get enough of being bossed around during the week? You think you got to be subordinate to me too?"
Alana clenched, body tensing around the fake cock that she'd almost forgotten about. Ignored the voice in the back of her head that said she should be ashamed for getting off at mockery.
Pierced glanced around, possibly to confirm that they really were alone. Softened her tone just a smidge when she turned back to Alana. "Is that what you want, Baby? Someone to tell you what to do? To take care of you?"
What was she supposed to say to that? "I-"
"That's why they pick on you, isn't it? Why you're so wet all the time?" Pierced moved so that she could sit next to Alana, one warm hand on the exposed skin of Alana's thigh, just beneath the edge of the short shorts they'd been granted. "You're not sloppy, you just don't know how to handle being told what to do by a sexy woman."
Pierced's hand continued to travel, fingertips lightly brushing between her legs.
Alana squirmed when she traced the edge of the dildo, not quite pushing it further in so much as teasing. A threat. A promise."What happened to not getting attached?"
A chuckle. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in making friends. Friends are worthless here. But a pet? A pretty little thing to suck my clit on the weekends? That might be worth my trouble."
"You think I'm pretty?"
Maybe that hadn't been the appropriate thing to say. Her attractiveness wasn't exactly the point here. But Pierced didn't seem to mind. Just hummed, rubbing the bottom of the dildo with a little more force. "I think watching you squirm has made my week a little more bearable. It'd be even better if I had a little reminder that no matter how low they try to push me, there's someone beneath me. Preferably between my legs at the same time."
It was hard to think, but did she really need to? This was why her mother had thrown her out for coming here. This was exactly what she'd told Mary she wanted.
Maybe not the humiliation, she hadn't expected to find that arousing. But Alana had liked the idea of sexually serving women, hadn't she? Why not take full advantage of the next few years? Especially since Pierced seemed so much nicer when the possibility of an orgasm was on the line.
Of course, when she agreed, she'd expected it to be kept a secret. Something they did in the newly opened shower or when everyone left the dorm. Away from prying eyes.
Not here, on her knees in the middle of the living space. Alana ignored the eyes of the other girls on them, instead focusing on sucking her breakfast off of Pierced's fingers. Swirled her tongue around the digits shamelessly, enjoying the human element of it all more than the yogurt itself.
