Steady, Abigail.

“Now, two of you have passed all the tests perfectly. One has not. One person will be dismissed today. And once you are dismissed, you may never return. Being dismissed means you don’t have what it takes to be a part of the Academy. Is that clear?”

“If it pleases you, Director,” Kayla and I say.

“Is that clear?”

“If it pleases you, Director,” all three of us say more loudly.

He walks around us some more.

“Now, it is time for inspection. Keep your gazes down.”

Lukas walks between us. His black expensive shoes glisten in the dim light. I want to lick them.

He walks in a front-to-back loop around us. Something . . . I think his shirt . . . grazes my buttocks as he passes.

Oh!

“Forward, Useless Fuckhole,” he says to Nikki. “You’re too close to the wall. I need to always be able to walk around you completely. Apologize.”

“I’m sorry, Director”, she says.

“Apologize in the proper way!”

“I’m sorry . . . to displease you, Director.”

“Eyes down!”

She makes another little squeal. Did she just come again? Wow!

I sense his presence near me. It’s like electric tentacles of man-presence, enveloping me in his spell. God, is this real? It’s like there’s an aura of power around him that’s tangibly electrified.

I glance up at his face.

“Eyes down, Cockhound Slut!” I put my eyes down. “Apologize, Cockhound Slut.”

“I’m sorry to displease you, Director.”

“I see I’m going to have a problem with you.”

Kayla scoffs. He turns to her. “What did you say, Cowgirl Whore?”

“Nothing, Director. I mean I’m sorry Director. I mean . . .”

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

“No, Director. I’m sorry to displease you, Director.”

“I don’t know who’s worse. I’ve changed my mind. This is the most ridiculous crew I’ve ever seen. I may just cast all of you out. What would you think of that?”

Shit, should I respond?

“I give you permission to speak, Cockhound Slut.”

“I would be greatly displeased, Director.”

“Good. And you, Useless Fuckhole?”

“I would be greatly displeased, Director.”

“And you, Cowgirl Whore?”

“I would be tormented forever that I didn’t live up to your expectations, Director.”

“Now, there’s a good girl.” He strokes her hair again. “I think you’ll do fine here.”

His hand grabs her buttock.

Dammit, stop touching her!

Lukas laughs. The goddamned asshole laughs. He knows what he’s doing to me, doesn’t he?

Then he strolls around us one more painfully long aching time, ending up at the far wall. He takes one of the metal folding chairs, places it in front of the door, unfolds it, and sits down.

“Ladies, it is time. Permission to move freely granted. Set up the folding table, please.”

The three of us awkwardly relax and move over to the folding table. Kayla and I sneer at each other again as we pull out the legs. Nikki acts like she’s never seen a folding table before and keeps getting in the way.

Kayla takes one end and I take the other and we slam it upright.

Lukas Thorn laughs.

“Useless Fuckhole, lie on the table please. On your back.”

Keeping her eyes down, Nikki follows orders and lies on the table.

“Cowgirl Whore, lick Nikki’s pussy the way you like to be licked. Acknowledge me.”

“If it pleases you, Director.”

Kayla moves to the end of the table and pulls Nikki forward a little. Then she dives in. I think she’s done this before.

“Cockhound Slut, over there, don’t move.”

“If it pleases you, Director,” I say, keeping my eyes lowered.

The sloshing sounds are oddly intoxicating. There is pussy getting licked in this room and it excites me. Nikki squeals a couple more times. Shit, is she coming again? Girl is an orgasm machine.

“Very good,” says Lukas. “I think Useless Fuckhole is enjoying this. Do you enjoy this, Cowgirl Whore?”

“If it pleases you, Director,” says Kayla.

“Good girl. Now stop. Step aside, keeping your eyes down. Cockhound Slut, your turn. Replace Cowgirl Whore.”

“If it pleases you, Director,” I say.

Kayla moves aside and I step forward.

Oh God, this is it. My first taste of pussy. My heart is beating out of my chest. I hesitate as I approach Nikki’s spread crotch. I sense wet body heat radiating from it.

“Is there a problem, Cockhound Slut?”

“No, Director. Sorry to displease you, Director.”

I train my eyes to Nikki’s mound. God, it is gorgeous. Glistening with full thick lips, and a strip of black hair above a squiggly little clithead.

My fear suddenly dissolves into a dreamy pleasure zone. It’s like I’m in a bubble of sexual freedom, of happy delight that’s constant and energizing. I feel freer than I’ve ever felt as my lips move closer to the one thing I’ve never dared to taste before.

I can smell it now. Hm, pungent. Almost there . . .

I stick my tongue out and lick the folds. Nikki shakes.

Gaccccck!

Oh my God, is that what I taste like? I recoil.

“Get back in there, Cockhound Slut! Lick again!”

“Sorry to displease you, Director.”

I lick again. Nikki shakes and squeals.

Oh my God, that tastes weird. I mean, there are worse things, but this is just pungently new to me. I cough and choke a little at the sharp scent of girl juice filling my senses. How does anyone do this? I’m not sure I like this at all.

I feel a hand on my neck.

“Are you all right?” Lukas whispers in my ear.

Oh, God, he’s behind me. Touching me gently.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I say.

“Okay, just checking in on you.” His voice is different, like he’s stopped playing the part of the Dom. It’s warm and caring as his hand lightly strokes my neck. “Are you sure you’re all right? Look me in the eyes.”

I look up at him. All is suddenly right with the world. His sapphire eyes ignite an explosion in my soul that travels to the edges of my nerves, calming me into a serene state of drifting bliss. So kind. So understanding. Checking in on me in a caring and loving way. Stepping out of the scene like a movie director.

“I’m sure,” I say.

“Good.”

In an instant, I know that everything is all right with this man. Everything is perfectly fine. I’m in good hands. Safe and protected.

Then, as fast as those eyes turned nice, they revert back to the dominant director I know.

“Back to your meal, Cockhound Slut!” he says, pulling my hair from the nape of my neck and shoving my mouth down onto Nikki’s mound.

“I’m very disappointed in you, Cockhound Slut. You nearly got your sweet little ass booted out just then. But now, I need you to eat Useless Fuckhole’s pussy like she’s never had it before.

This time I’m determined to please him. I dive in.

Oh God, this is . . . um . . . well . . . different. Not so bad the second time around. My saliva and Nikki’s pussy juice seem to fuse, creating a combined substance that is much lighter on the palate.

I gotta say . . . not so bad. Getting used to it now. I devour her lips, darting my tongue all along her, all the way up to the knobby cute little head of her clit. I tap it with my tongue and she quivers all over. I tap it again and she quivers again. God, I love that she is so responsive.

I kind of lose myself, drifting off into weightless space as I lick, her juices flowing around my lips into my mouth, her hips bucking. More shakes. More squeals.

I hear Lukas say something, but I’m so lost in a netherworld of delight that I don’t hear what he says.

Suddenly I’m aware of a presence beside me. I jump and turn.

It’s her! It’s the bitch Kayla!

Fuck!

I turn to see her face less than an inch from mine.

“Cowgirl Whore, kiss Cockhound Slut,” I hear Lukas say.

Oh no! I will not! I–