Luckily Lila only had one more class that day, and when she got home James would surely massage her jaw to make it less sore. Her second and final course for Monday was Basic Etiquette for Cooperative Females.
She had washed her face in the bathroom but knew there was some dried come she couldn't get out of her hair. She considered going home early but didn't want to miss her first day of Etiquette or disappoint James.
She arrived almost twenty minutes early. The room was a standard classroom with desks, and she took a seat right in the middle, front row, to show that she was a good student; a good girl.
Girl students filed in. A few introduced themselves, all complimenting her on her video from the morning.
"Professor Bawson must really like you," said one girl. She, like Lila, was wearing a dress that revealed nearly everything, although she was almost flat-chested.
Lila shrugged. She very much doubted that, but she said, "Thanks! It was a lot of...fun."
"I'm sure," said another girl, sounding impressed.
The voices in the room became hushed as a handsome man entered. Then another. Lila recognized them as the football players who'd been sitting with Kodi and Gerald. The girls quickly went back to chatting as the men took seats in the corner.
Lila whispered, "I thought this was an all-female class..."
The girl next to her shrugged.
An older woman in a blazer and pencil skirt walked into the room. She wore nothing beneath her blazer, and it was buttoned only once, squeezing her breasts tight together. Her pencil skirt squeezed her ass but ended not far past it. She wore smart heels and had her hair in a bun.
"Good afternoon, class," she said, voice slightly shrill. "I'm Professor Marion Candy. You can just call me Candy! Oh...oh dear. What is this?"
Her voice revealed a slight hint of disapproval, but her smile only broadened as she looked at Lila.
"Dear, dear," she tsked. "You are not sitting like a lady."
Lila looked down. Her legs were crossed and her hands in her lap; she thought she looked pretty picture perfect.
"Sorry?" she said.
"Don't be sorry, dear, just don't do it again. A good girl sits were her legs spread wide open, of course - especially when there are men in our presence." Candy looked at the pair of good-looking in their seats with a special warmth. "And thank you so much for being here. Your names are...?"
"Gunner," one grunted, in an accent south of Stellar City. He had blond hair and the build of a hunter.
"Dal," said the second, a beautiful black man with high cheekbones.
"Gunner and Dal are two lovely and selfless young men who have volunteered to help me. I need help, of course, because a girl can't teach a whole class on her own!" Candy laughed at such an absurd notion. "If anything ever gets too hard for me, Gunner and Dal will help me along. Now. What was I saying? Ah - you."
She turned her attention back to Lila.
"Please spread your legs wide," she said.
Lila hesitated, but with the whole class staring at her, it was impossible not to. As she spread her thighs, her dress rode up, and her entire pussy was exposed.
"Very good," said Candy, eyes twinkling. "We can't squeeze our legs together like bad girls, of course. We never want to seem like we're keeping secrets from men! It's impolite to not be entirely accessible to men at all times. That's lesson number one."
She giggled and continued the class. Candy gave them so much information that, eventually, Lila decided to actually take real notes.
She learned that it was rude to hide one's tits at the table; instead she should place them on the table as Gerald had showed her earlier. It was normal, too, for a man to kiss a girl's tits when first meeting her - just as Kodi had done.
Lila found she liked this class. Candy didn't have it out for her as Professor Bawson did, and she showed Lila how life actually worked in Stellar City.
It was far from normal, but this was the place her stepdaddy had chosen. She would try her best here.
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Her stepdaddy wouldn't be home until evening, and this gave her a few hours to unpack more things in their apartment and prepare dinner. Her stepdaddy would have hired a cook, but she preferred to make his meals, and loved cleaning up after him.
After he was home and she'd massaged his feet, to get him to relax, she brought out the food to the table she'd already set. Her first tray held a rack of lamb, which smelled of tender meat, parsley, and garlic. The second tray held an assortment of dishes: Red potatoes sprinkled green with rosemary; roasted carrots and onions; and homemade bread she'd baked the day before.
"How was your day, stepdaddy?" she asked sweetly.
