Work Study Ch. 01

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Layla's new school turns out to surprise her.
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Part 1 of the 7 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 04/20/2016
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I sat on the couch waiting for my parents to finish the conversation with Dean Higgins. I couldn't believe they were shipping me off to boarding school. I had given them some trouble this year but didn't think I was that bad. I certainly could have been worse. Trying to keep the tears from welling up in my eyes, I looked around the office. Dean Higgins' office was old fashioned, with wood paneling and a desk chair that looked more like a lounge chair. My eyes focused on a framed photograph behind his desk. It was a picture of him shaking hands with an important-looking older man. I couldn't help but notice how good looking the Dean looked. I wasn't typically into older men, but he had nice, tan skin and salt and pepper hair. He was fit too; medals hanging in a frame by the door suggested he was into running. I stood up to take a closer look. Before I got to the door, it opened and Dean Higgins walked in.

"You're all set," he said, looking me up and down. I blushed, thinking he must think I looked like a slut compared to the other seniors being dropped off for admissions. I yanked at the hem of my coral dress. When I picked it out this morning, I was expecting to be dropped off at the movies with friends. I had not expected the 2 hour drive to middle of nowhere. My parents hadn't told me my luggage was in the trunk.

"All I need now is for you to sign some paperwork." Dean Higgins put some papers on his desk and handed me a pen.

"What are these? Schedules and rules?" I asked, glancing down at the huge stack of paperwork.

"Something like that. Since you're 18, you have to sign some of this stuff along with your parents. They will be paying your tuition, but we would like to choose your classes for you based on the best...fit" Dean Higgins looked me up and down again. I pulled my jean jacket tighter around my chest, blushing again.

"Okay, tell me where to sign," I said, picking up the pen.

After fifteen minutes of signing what seemed like hundreds of mindless papers, Dean Higgins pressed the intercom on his phone. "Jasmine, please take Ms. Warren to her room. She needs to become acquainted with the campus before her inspection and pre-test." My eyes widened at the word "test." Already??

A few seconds later, a beautiful African American woman stepped into the office. "Ms. Warren? I'm Jasmine," she said as she crossed the room and took my hand in hers. "I'm pleased you have decided to join our school." I couldn't help but look her up and down. She wore a beautiful navy pencil skirt that hugged her curves without looking slutty. She wore a nearly see-through white blouse that showed off just the tiniest bit of cleavage.

"It's nice to meet you," I said, glancing back at Dean Higgins as I followed Jasmine out of the office.

We walked across the beautiful brick walkway to a building that resembled luxury apartments. "This is where the seniors stay," Jasmine stated as we walked into the lobby. "They get special treatment since more of their academic classes are completed. You'll rarely come across any underclassmen."

"What do you mean the academic classes are completed?" I asked, staring at the beautiful waterfall streaming down the wall behind the front desk.

"Oh, we'll talk about courses tomorrow. Today we just want to get to know you a little bit. We want to find out what you're good at before we put you in any type of work study program." Jasmine pressed the elevator button, and we waited for the car to arrive.

Stepping out onto the fifth floor landing, I was surprised that the hallway resembled a luxury hotel more than a dorm room. "This is amazing," I breathed as we walked down the hallway. "I guess I shouldn't be too angry at my parents for leaving me here after all."

Jasmine laughed a little as she swiped a key card and opened my new room. I walked in behind her and took a quick breath in as I looked around the room. "This is all for me?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yep, we treat our students well!" she replied, walking further into the room to let me have a better look. "You have a single with your own bathroom. We have certain rules about cleanliness that we'll introduce you to tonight. For now, leave your things and come with me. We have to get the inspection over with."

I looked up at her from where I had plopped down on my new king-sized bed. "What is this inspection?"

"Oh, you'll see in a minute. I don't want to ruin the surprise," Jasmine replied as she opened the door again.

We walked back across the brick walkway to the building next door to where I had sat in Dean Higgins' office. This building was a high-rise and more closely resembled typical dorm or classroom buildings at other schools I had visited. I followed Jasmine into the elevator and into a door that led into what looked like a medical office. "We're here to see Dr. Penny," she said to the receptionist. "I have a new student here...Layla Warren."

"Ugh. Do I need a physical or something to be a student here?" I asked, taking a seat in one of the chairs. "I hate doctors."

A minute later, the receptionist called my name and led me and Jasmine into what was definitely an examination room. "This is where I leave you for now," Jasmine said as she stood by the door. "The nurse will be here in a second to give you instructions."

I looked up at her. "Are you sure you have to leave?" I asked. "I don't mind if you stay."

Jasmine pouted a little, "It will be over before you know it. Besides, everybody ends up loving Dr. Penny."

After she left, I sat down gingerly on the exam table. I hadn't been to the doctor in about a year. My mother had taken me to the gynecologist when I was fourteen because she found out I had given a blow-job to my boyfriend at the time. She figured it was better to be safe than sorry, and I guess she had been right. I had had my fair share of sexual encounters in my time at public school. I had even talked a few of my teachers into raising my grades for "favors." I don't know why doctors always made me so nervous, but I couldn't seem to calm my racing heart.

Just then, I heard a small knock on the door, and a short, blonde nurse walked into the room. "Hello," she said with a huge smile on her face. "I'm Ivy. I'm going to get you ready for the doctor. Let me just have you take off your clothes and get comfortable on the exam table."

I looked at her, waiting. "Aren't you going to give me a gown or something? One of those paper things?"

"Oh, Dr. Penny likes to be efficient. The gown gets in the way since he needs to do a full body inspection," she replied, the smile still plastered on her face. "I promise he'll be as quick as possible. And I'll say in the room the whole time."

Great, I thought. Just what I need. Nevertheless, I undressed quickly and laid on the exam table.

"Great. Okay, now just put your hands up here," Ivy said, motioning to the top of the exam table.

I raised my hands above my head as instructed.

"Let's get those feet in the stirrups, too," she instructed as she gently glided my feet into the stirrups at the end of the bed.

"This is really uncomfortable. Can I have a blanket or something?" I asked, feeling a chill rush across my breasts. "I feel so exposed."

"Oh, sure. I'll get you a blanket," Ivy replied as she hooked my hands into something above my head.

"Wh-what's that for?" I asked, realizing she was restraining my wrists above my head. I tried to move my feet but realized they were locked into the stirrups. What kind of doctor is this? I began to wriggle frantically, but I couldn't get my arms or legs loose. The chill that had given me goose bumps on my breast and belly disappeared as I began to sweat. "Please. Let me go," I tried to gain Ivy's sympathy.

She looked down at me. "Oh, honey. We just have to make sure the doctor can get a good look at you. He wants to make sure your body is acceptable for the type of work you'll be doing while you're here studying with us."

"What do you mean, work? What are you talking about?" I began to cry softly, realizing that this was not a typical doctor's exam. I pulled my arms toward my head, but they would only move a couple of inches before being pulled back up towards the back of the chair.

"Knock-knock. What do we have here?" A man teased as he entered the room, wearing a white lab coat over his button down and slacks. "My, my. What a pretty new student we have. Layla, is it? Let me have a look." He walked towards the exam table and looked me up and down.

I began to squirm against the exam table, willing my legs to come free so that I could cover myself up. It was no use. The doctor was standing at the foot of the table now, and he had a view of my entire naked body. My pussy was wide open and staring him right in the face.

"Please don't touch me," I pleaded. "I promise I'll do whatever you want. Just let me go."

"Oh, I don't think you'll be asking for that much longer," he said, as he motioned to the nurse. "Get some of the lube and hormone treatment, Ivy. Let's get her started on an initial dose."

Nurse Ivy walked over to a corner of the room and began preparing something in a syringe. I began squirming again.

"Please, please don't hurt me," I said. "I think my parents made a mistake. Please just let me call them."

The doctor walked over to the head of the exam table and placed his hands on my breasts, kneading gently. "What are you, about a 32 C? That's a good size," he said as he took his left hand off my breast to write a note on his clipboard. "We can do a lot with that."

Tears streamed out of the corners of my eyes as he caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples. Despite my fear, I couldn't help feeling somewhat turned on. I had always fantasized about being submissive, but I could rarely get one of my partners to play along. It was terrifying that it was actually happening to me, but I was somewhat intrigued despite myself.

As he caressed my breasts, Ivy walked over with two syringes and a bottle of something. "These will make you enjoy this inspection even more," she said, as she put the first syringe into my arm.

"What is that?" I yelled, shocked from the pinch of the needle. "What are you doing to me?"

The doctor spoke up, "We start all our girls on a hormone regimen. We are going to have you learning how to please men and women in many different ways. To get through the training, you have to have a strong sexual appetite." He lowered his mouth to my right nipple and his voice trailed off. I couldn't believe what was happening to me.

"What do you mean? What kind of school is this?" I pulled away from the doctor as he flicked his tongue against my nipple and pulled at my left breast with his hands.

Ivy answered for him as she walked down to the end of the table, "Your parents said you were becoming a problem. They were worried you would end up pregnant or with a bunch of STDs. They found our school and thought it might allow you to use your...talents for good." She sat down between my legs with the second syringe.

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe my parents would do this to me on purpose. As I contemplated her words, I felt a pinch between my legs. "Ouch!" I shouted, trying to squeeze my legs shut.

"Oops, little pinch," Ivy said, giggling. "The second shot goes right into the clitoris since this inspection can be quite arousing. We want to see how you react to the hormones."

"She's being a little loud, don't you think?" Dr. Penny said, looking down at Ivy. "Let's gag her."

My eyes widened at his words, "No, please. I'll be quiet. I promise. Please don't gag me. I'll do anything." I looked at him, trying to plead with my eyes while showing him that I could be quiet.

"Fine. The only sounds we want to hear are moaning or asking to cum from now on. If you start begging and whining again, we'll gag you," he said, stroking my belly with the back of his hand. "Ivy, how's she looking down there?"

"She's recently waxed and very pink," Ivy replied. I felt the blood rushing to my face and closed my eyes, willing myself not to say anything. This will be over soon, I pleaded with myself. I will call my parents when it's over. This has to be a mistake.

"Can you prepare her for me?" I heard Dr. Penny asking Ivy.

"Of course. It would be my pleasure," she replied. She moved her head towards my open cunt. I felt her lips pressing against my pussy lips and instinctively pushed my hips further down the table.

"Oh, eager little one, are you?" Dr. Penny said, as he went back to twisting my nipples. As he questioned me, I felt Ivy's tongue moving up and down my slit. She worked slowly, just letting me feel the tip of it against my lips. I took deep breaths and tried hard not to react. I loved being eaten out; the circumstance didn't matter.

"How does she taste?" Dr. Penny asked, noting something on his clipboard.

"Mmm..so sweet," Ivy muttered as she pushed her tongue further into me. She began making circles with her tongue, moving up towards my clit, which was pounding and tight. I assumed the shot she had given me had engorged my clit. It felt much harder than usual. I couldn't believe how good Ivy was at this. My breath quickened as she moved her head towards my hole and began sticking her tongue as far in as she could.

"Oh my God," I said, despite my best efforts to keep quiet. "Oh my God."

"Oh, she is enjoying this," Dr. Penny said, again taking notes on his damn clipboard. "I thought she would be an easy one to convince."

Ivy continued assaulting my pussy with her tongue, moving up and down from my clit to my hole, teasing me with her different pace and pressure. I felt the tension building in me and couldn't control my breathing. I writhed against the exam table, trying to push my vagina against her face.

"Please don't stop," I begged. "Please keep going."

Ivy obliged and began circling my clit faster and faster. My breath quickened even more and I looked up at Dr. Penny.

"Do you want to cum?" He asked me, a sly grin on his face. "All you have to do is ask."

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but I couldn't control myself. "Yes. Yes, I want to cum. Please let me cum," I yelled. "Please, please, please," I repeated, blood once again rushing to my cheeks as I realized what I was saying.

Ivy's tongue quickened even more, and I could feel her moving up and down my slit. The pressure between my legs was so strong that I didn't think I could hold it in any more. "Please! Please, I'll do anything," I said, as Ivy focused all of her attention on my clit.

"Okay, go ahead and cum," Dr. Penny said, lowering his tongue to my nipple once more.

I couldn't help myself. His permission was all I needed to go completely over the edge. As Ivy sucked my clit, I lifted my hips and pressed myself as hard as I could against her face. I writhed and screamed and couldn't control my body or my words.

As Ivy slowed her pace, I began to catch my breath. She began lapping up my juices and teasing me, licking the crease between my thigh and pussy up and down.

"What do you say to Ivy?" Dr. Penny asked, standing up and looking me in the eye. "She just gave you an intense orgasm."

"Um...thank you?" I replied, closing my eyes in embarrassment.

"Say it like you mean it," he replied.

"Thank you, Ivy," I said, as she raised her head and looked at me.

"It was my pleasure," Ivy replied. Smiling up at me, she said, "I can't wait for you to return the favor."

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Thepie33Thepie33almost 8 years ago
Wow

This story was amazing, had me hot the entire time, I didn't want it to end!

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