Top of the Class: Ep. 02

##Episode 2 Chapter 1

9:00 AM is role call. We line up, freshly showered and shaved and perfumed, five pleated skirts in a line, hands tucked in our laps, ten trays of breakfast on the table. Marion watches closely, plucking and correcting and enjoying her role as headmistress far too much.

When the men arrive, ten minutes late, they're sweat soaked in their gym clothes, following behind their head coach, Darian. They sit down first, taking up the table beside us. I want to be one of them, so fucking bad.

Marion claps her hands, and the six of us pick up a tray each and walk. The first time it was met with mocking ooo's and aaa's of assent at the sight of bared legs and colorful stockings on their fellow competitors. Gradually it became normal. Today they barely even look at us as we walk up behind them and reach around to give them their breakfast.

I end up behind Cooper- I often did, as he seems the least likely to say anything about it. "Who has my key?" I ask.

"I'm not allowed to say," he whispers, and I swear I can hear a smile on his lips.

I look back at them as we walk away. They aren't even staring at our retreating skirts this time. I sit down at my plate and growl my frustration.

"Is it kind of hot that they're totally ignoring us?" Tracy asks.

Noah straightens his glasses. "Tracy, I need you to name three things, right now, that you don't think are 'kind of hot'"

Tracy stops, thinks, raises a finger and starts to speak, then stops again.

"Clowns?" Jasper offers.

"I've seen some hot clowns."

"Mean old ladies" I ask.

"Scold me harder mommy."

"Embezzlement," Felix says.

"Extremely naughty."

"Okay, your opinion on what is and isn't hot is no longer required," Felix says.

"This ignoring us shit is aggravating, is what it is," I insist. "Are we ever going to do another challenge? I'm going to wipe the smug looks off their faces."

"I'm sure if I knew I would have told you by now," Marion said.

"No, you would not."

"Maybe, MC, this is all a challenge?"

"Handing everyone five points for passing lubes 101 is not a challenge."

She looks at me, smirks at my pent up frustrations, and says "soon."

"Better be," I say, and when she steps away to chat with her counterpart I ask the table: "What is the point of all this waiting around?"

"They'll do whatever it takes to make you mad, M.C." Jasper says, brushing his fingers through his long blonde side shaved hair. "Do you want me to do your nails?" He asks. He's enjoying this way too much.

"No, I want to wipe the smug looks off the tops faces."

"I'm pretty sure whenever you look frustrated the hosts take it as a guarantee of quality."

"And that means putzing about in skirts for a full week?"

"You did not research this show well enough before coming here." Said Noah, straightening his glasses again. According to felix Noah spends his nights watching anime and reading game theory, and it shows. "I've watched every season- including season 3."

"Then how did you end up in skirts with us?" I ask

"I'm right where I want to be," he smirks. "See, they release a couple clips for free, charge a reasonable amount for the main episodes, and then these in between days are used to make whale bait."

"Whale bait," I repeat, hoping for an explanation.

"Plenty of people are going to love the main season so much they'll pay for some of the barely produced and poorly lit off screen encounters. Maybe a few of those will want one of those dildo's or masturbators made from our molds. Then a rarer few will still want more and they'll fork over real cash for crudely cut boring ass moments like this, and even then some genuine sicko will pay three months salary for the entire unedited recordings so he can see every camera angle of Marion, pre-transition, eating really messy spaghetti." Noah delivers this monologue without a break, then, when nobody replies he adds: "Y'know. Whale bait. Justifies the set costs."

I had other theories.

Breakfast goes by quickly, all of us wolfing the food down. It may be served in cafeteria trays but it's all restaurant quality. At suppers there are fries that are thin cut and fried in peanut oil that make up for all the pleasures in the world I don't get to enjoy- like victory, and-

That day we have safe anal sex class, which doesn't have enough content to last us till lunch. School is out early, and we head to our dorms.

I share mine with Tracy, which is torture, but at least I'm not in the room shared by the other three. It's small, no kitchen, just two beds, two little desks and a bathroom. My side is clean, Tracy's side is a complete mess.

I watch Tracy as he predictably opens that bottom drawer and pulls out lube and a toy with so many dizzying bends I hesitate to call it a dildo. He lays on his side, skirt hiked in the directon of his bed's camera, and he starts the delicate process of lubing and loosening himself with his fingers.

If I could, I'd have made that toy obsolete. I'd have him pressed to his bed screaming my name. He wanted it too, he'd said as much.

Instead I rolled onto my back and watched, fingers slipping in and out of that tight hole, lube rolling down those spread cheeks. And all I could think about was Amelia's horny eyes when she locked a cage on me.

So, unable to join in, I watch. Fingers retreat and return with the toy, which goes from prodding to piercing to good and goddamn fucking him. I listen to his every squeal and moan, his caught breath. And I know its hopeless for him.

My cage is tight, my dick trying to explode through the bars, but no matter how I grab it and shake it and push and pull on it, I feel nothing.

"Come on!" Tracy yells, really going at himself with the toy, fast and repetitive, his arm twisting at an odd angle. He's sweating, but only speeding up despite his exhaustion. "Come on come on come on!"

Gently I squeeze my pinky under my cage, use it as a hook and pull on my dick. Semi-hard as it is I struggle to pull it free of the tube, yanking harder and harder.

"Come. On." Tracy says, slamming the dildo in with each word, as hard as he can, setting his cheeks to jiggle. "Come on. come on. come on."

I pull again, and my dick finally slides back out of the tube, folds and follows my pinky out the side. Just the head is exposed, a little sorry for itself and dripping precum, but its something. I rub at it, but even that little bit of pressure is too much, a week without stimulation makes the lightest touch feel like I had just cum and was going another round too soon. I touch it delicately, just a fingertip, knowing full well that that alone was going to bring me to the brink in seconds.

And then the alarm sounds.

It comes from the cage, somehow it's detected its escaped prisoner and releases a wail that forces me to cover my ears, that makes Tracy twist and jump in shock.

I'm reluctant to take my hands off my ears but I have to. I push my dick back under the cage, but it doesn't want to go back into the tube. I stick my pinky under the cage again, trying to twist and guide and reposition my dick inside, wishing it would go soft and malleable.

Out in the hall doors are opening. Tracy is yelling something but I can't hear. I'm shifting my hips back and forth trying to fuck my way back into the cage, and its almost working. And suddenly, the alarm is off. Finally I can feel myself sliding back into place in the cage, and I fall into a recline, breathless like I had just finished a marathon.

And then I see her.

Amelia is in the doorway, holding some kind of remote. "Emerson, couldn't you have set this off two hours ago?" she asked. "I had money riding on you setting the alarm off first, but Jasper beat you to it with his lockpicks."

I took a moment to parse what I was hearing, then to grab the nearest piece of fabric to cover my nudity, and only then did I yell the salient question: "What the fuck does it have an alarm for?!"

"For naughty boys."

"I wouldn't have done it if we were ever going to do a fucking challenge again and I could win my freedom already."

"Tomorrow," she said, "Which is also when you'll be having detention."

Tracy stares at me for a moment. "I was this close," he says, before slinking to the bathroom to clean himself up.

***

Detention starts with me, and Jasper, and Amelia, and some restraints.

Unfortunately, the restraints are being put on me, and not the other way around.

"It was just a demonstration- I wasn't going to do anything," Jasper whines.

"You weren't going to do *anything*?" Darian confirms, sitting on the desk, watching us undress from the dumbass skirts. Which is, honestly, fine, I'd much rather be walking around naked than in a skirt.

"Yeah, it was Felix's idea in the first place," Jasper says, as Amelia tightens a leather collar onto him, neutral expression on her face.

"And when Felix proposed this idea to pick the locks of a lock company that's sponsoring our game you thought... what exactly?" Darian asks.

Amelia's fingers brush my collarbones as she tightens a collar on me. I make eye contact with her for a just a second as we're so close together, and she turns her eyes away, stares at the floor, and then does the collar one notch tighter than is comfortable.

"That he'd think I must be pretty cool if I did it," Jasper explains, as Amelia guides him down to his knees onto the matted floor. She produces a set of handcuffs and locks him from wrist to ankle on both sides

"Yeah, we're going to have to correct that kind of thinking," Darian says.

Amelia does the same thing to me, pushing me down face to face with Jasper, who says "Hey."

"Hi."

"I don't think we've been made acquainted," he says. He has freckles, a sideshave, a body so hairless is practically shines.

"We should do something about that," I say.

Amelia grabs one last thing off a table, it looks like the lead of a leash, but it's barely longer than one of my fingers. She latches it on to Jasper's collar, and then grabs the back of my head and pushes me closer to him. Much. Much. Closer. Our noses are smooshed against eachother's faces, I can taste his minty breath, And then 'snap,' the lead is connected. There's no more Amelia, no more fingers in my hair, it's just me and jasper tied together.

"So. Uh. You come here often?" he asks.

I laugh, he laughs, and then he moves in that extra half an inch and kisses me. His tongue laps against mine, nervously, he stops, looks me in the eye, tries it again. Every time I move he opens his eyes, all startled and bashful, like a little scared bunny.

"You're okay," I tell him. "Just follow my lead."

"Mhm," He smiles, and I kiss him, taking control, bumping my chest against his. Everything I do, he mimics, when I press my chest to his I can feel his heart fluttering excitedly.

"I should get detention," Tracy says, because of course he does. Only. When did Tracy get here?

I turn my head, which is not easy, and see the whole class watching. "Oh. Hey there."

"This is not meant to be an incentive," Marion says, having apparently just lead them all here. Darian continues her thought for her: "Because they are going to sit right there all detention, and you are going to do whatever you want to them."

A dark chuckle rings out, Jasper's knees shake.

"Okay, can whoever has my key unlock me for this?" Tracy asks.

"Nobody has any points to buy an unlock," Darian says. "So I think this time it'll mostly be fun for my half of the class. Who's first?"

The big, bodybuilding type guy takes a step forwards, somewhat sheepishly. Challa, one of the 'two for one' pair, the one who let's everyone else do the talking for him.

In a tone suggesting this line is going to be cut, Marion asks "How are we doing?"

"Green here," I say. "You good?" I ask Jasper.

"Uh- Yellow?" He offers with a smile.

"One step at a time, slow and careful, it's all just good fun," I tell him.

"Could you say that again with more confidence?" Challa asks jasper, with a bit of an accent, putting the sentence together slowly and carefully.

Jasper chuckles, looks up at Challa and repeats "Yellow, sir!"

"Proceeding with caution, then," Challa says. He has a great face for smiling, dark skin and dazzlingly white teeth. And as he drops his pants, I see he has a few other great assets.

He puts a hand on the back of my head, and does the same to Jasper with the other, then he thrusts his cock between our mouths.

I set to immediately, tongue out, lips running along it, it's definitely the biggest I've seen all competition, but from the rumors, not the biggest in the cast. A second later I get a taste of Jasper's tongue, as he does the same.

He pulls back, and thrusts his cock into my mouth- even barely halfway in I can barely handle it, it's so wide.

"Eye contact," Kai whispers at me. God, are they all circling? I open my eyes and look up at Challa, who rewards me by running his fingers through my hair, affectionately rubbing my cheek with a thumb. I try to take him deeper, but run up against my gag reflex and he pulls out, and gives Jasper a try.

"Play with his balls," Tracy suggests.

"You all can give him a blowjob whenever you want, you know," I complain, before doing as I'm told, licking around the base, twisting my neck to get one of his balls in my mouth without strangling Jasper in the process.

"Not where I'm headed," Tracy says, before disappearing back behind Challa, who jumps in response, then makes a moan of approval and takes his hand off of my head and puts it on Tracy's.

"Oh," I say. "Okay, good luck with that."

Kai grabs my jaw with his hand, squeezing my cheeks and turning me his way. "You're still going to need a lot more training."

"You put anything in my mouth and you're gonna lose it," I tell him.

He looks me dead in the eye, then sticks his thumb in my mouth. "Suck," he commands. And goddamnit, what else am I going to do? I suck on his thumb, take it deep, do a good job of it, there's no winning in this situation.

He comes down to his knees beside me, maybe to join in on the oral sex conga line, only as he comes down his other hand traces my shoulder, down my arm, where it's tied to my ankle, and then up and up and up my leg, before finding my ass and gripping. "This at least, you can't screw up."

"Fuck you," I say, without removing his thumb from my mouth.

"You're welcome to try," he smiles, then his fingers slip between my ass cheeks.

He kisses me as he fingers me. One of these mystery PA's has come around with perfectly timed lube, and I wouldn't mind having them around full time after the show. With his free hand he traces my collarbones, my sternum, taking his time as he slowly ventures downwards towards the itty bitty cage that got me into this mess.

"I hadn't got a chance to look at these yet," he says. "Did they put you in that one because you were just that small?"

"No, there was a game-"

"Oh, so this was based on your skill as a player- that's actually so much worse," he says, tracing a finger down my thighs. "I think we're about ready to-" he begins, then pulls his hand back and ducks out of the way as Jasper crashes overtop of me, making a half-laugh half-scream as he's bent over.

I'm squashed flat, leg's spread, chest to chest and face to face with Jasper. Challa's gone, but his cum is all over Jasper's face, and behind Jasper, I catch sight of Cooper, who's lining up his cock and entering Jasper.

"Saved by the bell, Emerson," Kai whispers at me, before standing up and leaving.

Jasper's knees shake, and got those jumpy rabbit eyes again, which lock on mine. I kiss him, squeeze my legs against his, feel his breathing calm. Cooper's being slow and gentle with him, and it looks like after Cooper there's a few more people who want a piece of the action.

Where that leaves me is more as pillow than as partner, but fuck it, I don't mind a bit of quality time up close with Jasper. The first thing I learn about him is he doesn't have Tracy's problems. Before detention is over he's cum three times, and as we're being uncuffed and uncollared everything from my inner thighs to my navel is slick with cum.

Amelia and Darian look us over as we stand up to put on our discarded uniforms.

"So I hope we've all learned a valuable lesson?" Darian asks.

"Yep," Jasper says. "So, uh, I'll play with the lockpicks again, same time next week?"