The Vassal Academy Ch. 24

"Shit, you just banged a guy at a night club, and paraded around naked in front of the whole crowd like it was nothing." Crystal offered from the chair by the door. "You can do this too Diane."

Geneva smiled at Diane. "You get to be the first face they see of the Academy, that's awesome."

Diane sighed and sank back defeated. "I don't want to be awesome."

"Too bad, you are." Jeannette told her smiling in a friendly manner.

Diane half frowned and half smiled at her friends. "Thanks guys, I guess I just needed a little help."

"We all do, remember, that's what you told me when you and Jeannette helped me with Ballet." Crystal smugly told her.

"You little one, are going to get in trouble again." Jeannette offered.

Crystal groaned. "Only if I have to sit on that syban again. It's killing me."

"Horny little slut." Geneva said grinning. "When is playtime restriction over?"

"Five more days." Crystal grumped. "I hate it."

Jeannette smiled and said. "I'll speak to Master Devon before you get your rings on Monday, see if he'll lift the restriction so you can get it out of your system before you get pierced."

Crystal smiled and nodded. "I really do need to you know?"

"I know." Jeannette said kindly. "OK, everyone out. I'm sleeping alone tonight, unless Master calls me."

The trio stood and left Jeannette's room and headed for their own beds. It had been a long and tiring day and no one really felt like fucking, at least not unless Master called for them.

Ann lay in her own bed, and wondered if she could really do it, could she really ever be Devon? The answer was no. She couldn't be him. She could be herself, and perhaps she could lead here. She wouldn't be as aloof as Devon is, she'd prefer to be down in the trenches, leading from the front instead of commanding from the office. Devon's style suited his personality, and his mannerism. It wouldn't suit Ann's style, nor her personality. She'd be more Democratic, seeking input from the trainers, and accepting more feedback from the staff.

Ann fell asleep, and didn't have nightmares about the idea of being lead trainer.

Josh was asleep in the Guest room. For the first time, he didn't dream of Brad dying right next to him, and he didn't wake in a cold sweat at seeing his dead lover in his dreams. He was accepting the loss now, and while not quite ready to move on, he was no longer looking back, at least not as much.

Dominique welcomed Thomas into the Guest room, she'd invited him to accompany her this evening. He had accepted, and could tell she wanted something slower, with a touch more tenderness tonight. He would comply, she was an amazing and passionate woman.

Devon undressed and settled into his own bed. The future wasn't so hard to plan, you just couldn't get caught up in the details. You had a general plan, and wove whatever threads appeared into the tapestry. He lay down and closed his eyes. It had been a long and tiring day for him as well.

The next few weeks would be delicate with Ann, she now saw her own future, and it may well scare her away. He had to insure that she was able to keep things in perspective, and to keep things in focus. She had to focus on the here, and now, or she would freak the hell out, and leave the Academy. Devon wove the threads into his tapestry as he slept. Working on the picture, forming it to his liking.