SAMANTHA
I was not bothered by their petty insults.
Leslie and her followers could laugh all they wanted. They could sneer and jeer and call me names. I had been through worse. I had survived worse. A few mean girls with too much makeup and not enough brain power could not touch me.
When Leslie saw that their words had no effect, her expression became dark. Her lips pressed together and her eyes narrowed. She looked like a storm about to break.
Before she could open her mouth to hurl more insults, Daisy walked in.
The room shifted.
Every head turned and every conversation stopped.
Daisy's dress today was so revealing I almost choked. A blue tight dress that hugged every curve. Her nipples were exposed through the clothing and they poked through, bekng so rogod and hard...
And an entire slit up her leg—all the way up. When she walked, I could see her panties exposing the side of her pussy lips. Her entire pussy lips.
She looked really seductive. Like she was going to a club, not teaching a class.
I had to admit. Something rise inside of me. Today's atmosphere was just too sexual. Too many female sex energy. What was going on?
The room was quiet.
Daisy's voice cut through the silence like a blade.
"Enough!" she yelled. "Everyone be quiet right now!"
We obeyed immediately. Forty women falling silent at once. You could hear a pin drop.
Daisy did not speak another word as we all lined up to accept her orders. We formed rows automatically. Shoulders back. Chins up. Eyes forward. She had trained us well, I realized. Fear was an excellent teacher.
Her eyes looked over all of us, scanning each face, each body, each trembling pair of hands. She was ensuring we were paying attention. Ensuring no one dared to look away.
After a long, painful silence, she continued.
"From this day forward, I want all of you to take your training seriously as your inspector. Okay? Do not try to cause any trouble. Okay?"
No one answered.
"I said, OKAY?"
"Yes, Miss Daisy," we chorused.
Without waiting for a response, Daisy turned and walked to the front of the room. She picked up a dildo from the desk. A simple light brown 6-inch dildo with veins, balls and a sticky end.
She held it up like a trophy.
"Today's first lesson is about perfecting your oral skills," she announced. "If you want the princes to favour you, you would have to learn to make them happy. And that starts with the mouth. Every man loves a blow job."
I was struck dumb when the training session started.
A woman at the front of the room—one of Daisy's assistants—picked up her own Dildo and began sucking shamelessly. She was slow, deliberate, showing off every angle and motion.
My mouth dropped open in disbelief. Tooth brushing?
This is the great training?
I raised my hand and Daisy's eyes snapped to me. She rolled her eyes in anger.
"Yes?"
"Will we be using the same dildos for practice?" I asked. "Or we get to have new ones? Is this really today's lesson?"
Daisy's face twisted in anger. She walked toward me.
"How do you want the princes to want you," she said slowly, "if they do not feel comfortable around you? If I don't teach you how to perfect your skills? If your teeth wounds their mouth? And if your mouth is not... inviting?"
I was too number to say said anything.
As Daisy spoke, her eyes fell on my outfit and her face changed. The anger shifted into something else. Disgust. Horror. As if I had walked into her classroom wearing garbage.
"Hold on a bit," she said. "What do you think you are wearing?"
Ugh.
I looked down at my sportswear-- Leggings, tank top and sneakers. It was practical, comfortable and apparently, a crime against fashion.
"Hold on," Daisy continued, her voice rising. "This is stupid. Dreadful. An eyesore. You have to dress well next time. What if a triplet walks in? Do you not know you have to maintain beauty and elegance at all times? Gosh! Why are you so—"
She stopped.
She did not finish the sentence.
But she did not need to. Her scorn drew the attention of every other slave in the room. Heads turned. Eyes found me. And then— laughter began.
They sneered and jeered at me. They held nothing back. They mocked me to their hearts' content. Some pointed and some whispered to each other behind their hands. Some laughed so hard they had to hold their stomachs.
I almost rolled my eyes.
I wanted to respond. To defend myself. To tell them all where they could shove their beauty and elegance.
But I kept the displeasure from my face.
I did not have any intention of bowing to the princes or begging them for favour. Maybe the other sex slaves wanted to bear an heir. Maybe they dreamed of twenty million dollars and a title. Maybe they practiced their tooth brushing in front of mirrors, hoping to catch a prince's eye.
That could not be me.
I only wanted to escape.
But I kept my thoughts to myself.
Daisy snorted and turned back to the front of the room. "Now," she said, "I have something to show you. Pay attention, everyone"
She picked up a remote control and pressed a button.
A screen descended from the ceiling and a video clip began to play.
On the screen was a man and a woman. The man sat on a chair and a woman knelt before him.
She giggled excitedly as she fondled his cock before pulling it out. Then, she began to scrub his toes. The man moaned. It was hot. Low. Guttural.
I stared. My brain could not process what I was seeing. This was the first time I had seen someone sick a dick to passionately. She handled it like she was polishing diamonds. She did not seem disgusted. She did not seem uncomfortable. She smiled the entire time.
The room was filled with shock. A lot of girls blushed. I guessed those girls that blushed were still virgins.
No one did anything but stare at the screen with wide eyes and open mouths.
Some girls--the virgins, turned away. They tried to lower their heads. They tried to look at the floor.
"Eyes up!" Daisy yelled. "Keep watching! Do not look away!"
They obeyed.
I watched too.
I watched the woman suck his balls dry. I watched the man lean back in his chair. He had cummed the first time but she didn't stop. He now sat on the chair, looking bored, looking satisfied, looking like this was the most natural thing in the world.
What kind of training was this?
Did this imply that we would have to suck each Triplet's cock for hours? And hours?