I hung my head and snickered softly. Somebody was a hoot alright, though I was beginning to think that it didn't stem from Shauna's side of the family.
"So you're not going to be weirded out if she sleeps in with us?" Desi asked.
Jordan leaned over with her arm around Shauna's neck and pulled her in for a kiss. It was a nice deep kiss that looked like it involved a fair amount of tongue. So apparently the answer to my question about being weirded out was a big fat no.
* * * *
"Welcome to orientation, girls." It was our old friend Headmistress Miss Hendricks addressing us while standing in front of a large video wall up on a decent-sized stage. I started to wonder if maybe they had movie nights here at The Academy, because with a little popcorn this would be the perfect place for it. The video wall was in some kind of screensaver mode with undulating color-changing curves making their way around and morphing as they bounced off the edges. It was fascinating to watch, but nowhere near as interesting as the eye-opening Academy history lesson we were getting.
"At the close of two-thousand eight, The Academy's founder, Doctor Tina Moreau found herself as a newly-minted psychology graduate during one of the worst economic downturns since the Great Depression of the nineteen-thirties. Though she was offered employment with the university to continue her research, she turned them down. Doctor Moreau, a native of Detroit, could not ignore the plight she saw in the area she called home. Women not much younger than herself were struggling to find the American Dream -- struggling to move out of their parents' houses, to make it on their own."
Desi turned to me with a look that said her story was pretty well summed up by the opening line of this morning's presentation. It sounded familiar to me too, and as I glanced to Jordan and Shauna I saw them nodding. I reached over the arm of the seat and squeezed Desi's hand in mine while Miss Hendricks continued.
"These were not ignorant women mind you, not lazy women, just women lacking opportunities. Doctor Moreau felt she knew a little something about women, and not just because she was one herself."
A few small chuckles arose from those of us assembled in the auditorium. In my mind that showed a lot about how far our little group had come since we walked into the lobby just the other day to find that we were being asked to remove our clothing before proceeding. The mood was light and jovial, nerves calmed, like just another day here at the lesbian Hogwarts. My own chucking continued a little longer due to my fascination with the rather absurd moniker I had assigned to the school. Miss Hendricks waited until we all got it out of our systems, smiled and got us back on track with our history lesson.
"So Doctor Tina Moreau did what any enterprising young millennial would do, she took to the internet. Doctor Moreau logged onto what was at the time a fledgling little website called Kickstarter, and she started a campaign to create opportunities for young women to be matched with older established women as their mentors. It was successful beyond even her expectations and is the basis for all of this. Miss Hendricks swept her arms out to the sides in a grand gesture.
"Oh, and did I mention that Doctor Moreau was also a dominant woman seeking an intelligent, elegant and well-mannered submissive female companion? After what you've seen so far at The Academy, I'm sure this won't come as too much of a surprise. The incentive to invest in the Kickstarter campaign is that dominant women -- those like Doctor Moreau -- are hoping to increase the number of compatible submissive partners in the dating pool."
Desi and I traded glances. I saw Jordan and Shauna looking at each other too. In just five minutes the strangeness of our first day here was explained, and the reason for all of this became clear.
We
were the dating pool. We were being groomed as potential matches for dominant women, women who apparently preferred cute young girls with hairless mounds who weren't inclined to question being asked to strip down before entering a building or to have dinner tied up with a friend. And with Doctor Moreau's psychology background I wondered if maybe some of our willingness was already divined from our entrance applications. I mean with all the deviant behaviors we'd been exposed to, it seems like losing a quarter of us that first day was kind of low number.
"Some of you may not be well versed in what I mean when I speak of a submissive woman. Here at The Academy we are not looking for doormats. Far from it. We don't want a girl who will simply let anything and everything happen to her while feeling powerless to stop it. We want girls who have minds of their own -- girls who think -- girls who when faced with a choice, will choose to submit because it fulfills their desire to do so, not because they are passive and feel helpless to stop it.
"You will always have a choice at The Academy. This is one of our core tenets and something we pride ourselves on. Some of these choices will be easy and some of them will be more difficult, but in the end the choice is always yours. You're all very intelligent girls here and I'm sure the fact that you have not been asked to make any choices so far today beyond what to have at the breakfast buffet was not lost on you. Omelets or waffles is not exactly monumental."
I few chuckles arose from around the room. I was not one of them. I leaned forward in my seat, focusing on every word that fell from Miss Hendricks' lips. She was about to share something important, I could sense it. I think some of the other girls did too, because the room fell deathly quiet in a very short amount of time.
"In a moment girls, I'm going to start a short video. It's only about thirty minutes long, but it sheds quite a bit of light on the educational curriculum here at The Academy. Please pay close attention, for we wish for you to be fully informed when you make your choice. It is a very important choice. By the end of the day you will be asked to decide if you wish to stay on at The Academy and enter into a life dedicated to service, or if you wish to return home with a twenty-thousand dollar college scholarship and the sincere gratitude of The Academy for entertaining our offer."
Even the gravity of what Miss Hendricks was asking us to consider was not enough to put a damper on the murmur of voices in the auditorium. Twenty-thousand didn't exactly constitute a full ride scholarship these days, but it was certainly nothing to sneeze at. With that kind of money at my disposal and some shrewd financial management, I could easily get myself most of the way through a degree at one of the public universities. Add in a part-time job and I could graduate debt-free.
Twenty grand just for showing up and taking my clothes off.
Well, there was also the one bed to rule them all sleeping arrangements, that was weird. But that led to Jordan's face planted between my thighs and Desi's hands all over my tits and quite possibly the best orgasm of my life. And thinking of Desi made me think of our odd little dinner arrangement, having my wrist tied to hers and sitting close enough that I had to rest my hand on her thigh -- or her hand on my thigh -- but that was OK too. I still recall the gooseflesh she gave me just by drawing lazy circles under the table.
