Adventures in Higher Education
Nota Bene: written and hopefully read with tongue firmly implanted in cheek
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Today was Kathy's first mid-term. It was her Freshman year at Mistress Darkangel's Finishing School for Strumpets, Trollops and Courtesans, otherwise known as Slut U, and she had been working hard under Professor Hardon to make up for everything she'd missed in High School.
After all, being on the Cheerleading squad wasn't the same as being Head Cheerleader. The Head Cheerleader got the experience giving head while the rest of them settled for learning to give handjobs.
She'd even had to go so far as jumping the Class President so his big schlong would break her maidenhead and she wouldn't have to graduate a virgin. Although at the time, he did seem to enjoy it somewhat, so by the fourth or fifth time he came, she was pretty sure he wasn't going to suffer a lifelong debilitating trauma from being raped. But she still had come to Slut U as a relative neophyte.
Especially compared to the Resident Advisor in her dorm, Alice. Alice was a grad student, working on Advanced Escorting and Call Girl Management, with a minor in Dominatrix. She made the others look like Jr. High virgins.
She had been riding her young charges for the last six weeks, insisting they study hard and punishing them if they didn't do their homework. Sometimes she would punish them even if they did do their homework. For some reason, there always seemed to be a line of volunteers.
Who knew there were so many nuances to controlling the testosterone-based life forms who were silly enough to believe they ran everything? Some seemed to come naturally to her, like the ploys to use on a recalcitrant Daddy when he really should be giving her everything she wanted. Those seemed rather universal. However, her
Methods and Procedures for Seducing Your Boss
class was a real ball-buster. Not that she had any balls to bust, but if she had, the class would have busted them.
It, and the
Studies in Autoeroticism
class, were the Freshman Flunk-out classes, designed to weed out the inept and hopeless. The
Studies
class was hard because by the time the class period was over, she was too tired to do the homework. And if she did the homework, she was too tired to do anything else. Jilling off to thirty-six orgasms a day was rough, even if the class did teach a lot of neat, new ways of using all kinds of toys to do it – and even subsidized the cost of the toys for the lab.
Thank Heavens she was very multiorgasmic. Unfortunately, the class rules were strict. She had to come down to the Plateau Level in between orgasms or they only counted as one. Since she had a hard time keeping it under three per, she figured she was cumming at least 100 times a day. And the sessions with Alice didn't count, either.
The
Methods
class was the immediate problem. She was facing a mid-term exam of epic proportions... one quarter multiple choice and true or false, and three-quarters practicum, where she had to be able to demonstrate all the techniques they'd learned so far.
The True/False or multiple choice questions part she wasn't too worried about, although some were counterintuitive. For example,
in the workplace, victims of sexual harassment include men –
a) Never
b) When hit on by a gay co-worker
c) When hit on by a female co-worker
d) B and C
The answer: B – men don't mind being titillated by the sluts in the office but are usually homophobic. Of course, C could apply if the guy was gay, but they usually see the sluts as co-conspirators rather than competition, so that would only be half-credit.
Or,
True or False: wearing stockings and garters with no panties is tacky
. Answer: False – eliminating the panties makes it easier to be accessible and facilitates using the 'loo.
It was the lab practicum that had her worried. Of the eighteen different ploys they had studied so far, each person would draw four from a bag and then had to role-play the method. She really hoped the "boss" she got wasn't a woman. She was nervous enough as it was without the added pressure of not having much confidence when it came to seducing women. Her Jr. High and High School friends had all been rather eager. Not much seducing was required – a lewd suggestion was about all it took.
And Alice was no help... she was the aggressor.
Kathy hurried into the classroom to find that Professor Hardon had arranged it very much like a corporate private office, from massive desk and chair, to the couch and end-tables, and even the carpeting. All the desks in the room were facing the "office." She slid into her seat in the back corner, next to her friend Dashawna. A quick look at her friend confirmed Kathy had chosen her wardrobe well for today.
The last person to class, the funky little Jewish girl Shlomit – what kind of name was that? Since when did 'peaceful' rhyme with 'puke'? Anyway – she darted to her seat as Professor Hardon rose and addressed the class.
"Now that everyone has cum," he intoned, looking at Shlomit, "we will begin the written portion of the exam." He walked to the head of each row, counting out a number of tests and handing them to the first person. "Take one, don't open it, pass the rest back. There are twenty questions and you will have ten minutes when I tell you to start. We will deal with the practicum after that."
Her test made it back to her and Kathy sat nervously awaiting the signal to start, hoping she would do well. She really didn't want to flunk out of becoming a Slut... alumni....
