Arriving at the clock tower without incident, you pull open the outer doors carefully (it seems that the hinges have been oiled) and creep down the stairs, at the bottom of which is a heavy oak door. You can barely hear whispering noises through it.
As instructed, you knock twice and whistle. A long moment goes by, and then you hear the sliding of a lock and the door opens.
"So you made it," Phoebe says with a grin. "Come on in, we're waiting for you."
You enter the darkened room, unsure of what to expect, and find that there are three other girls already there, sitting on large sofas around a big cable spool. They have a giggly, nervous look about them, and you get the idea that some liquor has already passed around the room.
"So," Phoebe says, "I suppose you're wondering why you're here."
"Kind of," you say.
"See, we have this little club," Phoebe explains. "Kind of a tension release. We get together here, drink some booze, watch some dirty movies, smoke some pot, basically do everything that Miss Stoller won't let us do. And now that you're here, we can add one more thing to the list."
Phoebe clarifies her words by laying a hand on your crotch and stroking firmly up and down. The girls giggle some more at the sight, one or two of them hiding their eyes in embarrassment.
"So," you say, trying to maintain composure, "You brought me here to..."
"Fuck you, uh-huh," Phoebe confirms.
"Four of you? Look, I'm young and horny, and I'll do my best, but I've got my limits."
"Don't be silly!" Phoebe says with a chuckle. "Look, let me introduce you around, and then you'll get the idea."
Phoebe brings you to each of the girls in turn, and you can't shake the impression that she's showing you off as some kind of prize. Claire is a redhead with green eyes and a scattering of freckles that make her look younger than she probably is. Yasmin looks very exotic, probably an exchange student, with wide eyes and very full lips. Finally there's Tracey, a girl with short-bobbed brown hair and blue eyes. They all wear school uniforms, but with a few more buttons undone than Miss Stoller would probably be willing to tolerate if she were here.
"Of course, you can imagine the gaps we've all had in our education in this kind of environment," Phoebe says after she's introduced you around. "Miss Stoller is just one example of a system that's designed to keep us completely ignorant about sex until we get out. I saw it happen to my older sisters - they all went out and nailed the first boy they saw, and got treated like dirt by them. Well, that's not going to happen to me, thank you. I intend to have the necessary background information, and my friends deserve the same. And there's only so much we can learn by watching the same damn videos again and again, or... practicing on each other." For the first time, Phoebe shows a crack in her composure, and blushes a bit as she confesses the last bit to you. The other girls show various expressions of embarrassment.
"So... what exactly do you want from me?" you ask.
"Well," Phoebe says, much of her earlier confidence faded, "we want you to... show us what it's like. Not the fake stuff we see in the movies, but the real thing. So we hoped we could draw straws, and you could, er, demonstrate on the winner. While the rest of us watch."
Before you have a chance to respond, Phoebe produces four straws, and holds them up to her friends. "On three," she says, as they all take hold of a straw. "One... two..." |