ACADEMY GIRL - Book 5: The Graduate

Chapter 7


"You really ready for this, honey?" Amy could see the signs of nervousness in Megan. "I know we've been talking about doing it, but we've had a lot going on today. We could wait for another night."

They had spent a large part of the afternoon down at the girls' room, working mostly with Holly, as Melissa and Jana ducked out periodically for classes. Megan had gently tried, successfully, to sharpen Holly's memory of what her methods had been to train herself for the moves she had demonstrated at her hanging class. It was crucial that Holly learn the teaching skills that would enable her to pass what she knew along to others. At last they had left the three girls with some reading assignments and returned to their own room.

Megan looked around the room and gave Amy a tiny smile. "What, after all these preparations? Anyway, I've just got three months to get done everything I want to do."

Amy's quiet "Do you need me to leave?" was followed an instant later by a near panicked "NO!" from Megan. Amy had felt she needed to offer, though she had anticipated that response. After all these years, Megan still felt better in purely social situations if Amy was at least within sight, if not close enough to touch. Megan had some very friendly working relationships, with Shawna, for example, since Megan was always comfortable when hanging was involved. Outside of that context, Megan seemed very close to Jana, and to a lesser extent to Jackie and Erin, but not really to anyone else.

There was a light tap at the door. Megan pressed her hand against her stomach as if settling butterflies, and took a deep breath. Amy waited for Megan to nod, and called out, "Come in."

Shawna looked in the door, smiling. "Okay, I didn't eat any dinner. Are we..." She stopped and shook her head slightly in surprise.

Megan had taken care of the ambiance on her own. A table, actually two tray tables pushed together, borrowed from the rooms of two sets of dorm sisters, was covered with a beach towel with a checkerboard design, serving as a tablecloth. There were plates and glasses, the glasses remotely resembling wineglasses, borrowed from the cafeteria -- two of each, not three -- and a large bottle of fruit juice. On the dresser beside the table was a large pizza box, enclosed in a leather pouch to seal in the heat.

The only other things on the table were two candles, providing the room's only dim, flickering light. The blind on the window was drawn closed.

Megan had known she would have a hard time saying to Shawna what kind of evening she hoped this would be tonight. She knew the decor would allow her to skip over the explanation.

Shawna had crept into the room, her mouth hanging slightly open. She was still shaking her head slightly. She looked briefly at Amy, who inclined her head towards Megan. It did seem clear that Megan was the proprietor of this establishment. "Megan...?"

Megan stepped close enough to take both of Shawna's hands in hers. She took one quick look at Amy for a little further fortification, and then looked back at her guest. "Shawna... I apologized to you a long time ago for the way I was, with you, when we were roommates..."

Shawna said softly, "Yes, Megan. You did, and there's really not anything else you need to say. We're friends now. Everything's okay, really."

Megan shook her head briefly. "No, it's not all taken care of yet. I did apologize to you, but I missed apologizing to myself, and that's been a lot harder. Because I messed up something I could have had all this time, and I've been kicking myself about it. I mean... I wouldn't want to change anything that brought Amy into my life, but I hate that I had to hurt somebody to get there. And it did cost me something. Because, yes, of course we're friends now. But we could have been much more than that."

Shawna gaped at her for a moment, then edged just a little closer, still with Megan's hands holding her own. Very softly, she said, "We still could, you know."

Megan seemed to relax a little as she saw Shawna's reaction. "So... should I accept my apology to me?"

Shawna took another baby step closer. "I think you should."

Their lips met, and fastened together, their mouths slowly opening. Their arms went around each other, their hands roaming up and down each other's back as they continued kissing. Amy could hear Megan making that soft moaning sound at the back of her throat that signaled she was very aroused, echoed now by a similar one from Shawna.

When Megan's hands came together in Shawna's back to unsnap her bra, Amy smiled and backed quietly towards the door, eased it open, and closed it from outside as softly as she could. She could hear the moaning from inside growing louder.

She tapped at Jackie's and Erin's door, and heard Jackie's, "Come in."

Amy entered the room, and stopped. Jackie and Erin were naked, both sitting on the bed facing the television, the sound from which Amy had heard softly through the door. Jackie was leaning back against the wall behind Erin, who was leaning back against the softer support of her roommate. Jackie had her legs wrapped around Erin's waist, and her arms around her as well, her right forearm above Erin's breasts, her left forearm below. Erin had her own arms folded around Jackie's, each of her hands absently stroking one of Jackie's arms, as she and Jackie watched the screen.

Jackie looked up and grinned. "So how's it going over there?" She gestured with her head vaguely in the direction of Amy's and Megan's room.

Amy laughed. "It's going really well. Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you guys." She started to back out.

Jackie smiled. "Don't be silly. We're just watching a movie. Come on in."

Erin grinned at Amy. "It's that funny one where this guy is going to cook his wife in a backyard barbecue for the neighbors, and everything keeps going more and more wrong."

Amy closed the door and looked at the screen. "Do they snuff the actress for real?"

Jackie shrugged. "I've never seen it. All I know is the premise. It just started."

Amy started towards them, and decided she was overdressed. She pushed her shoes off, stripped out of her uniform and panties, stacking her clothes neatly in the corner. She came over and climbed onto the bed, snuggling up against her friends from the side, snaking her right arm behind Jackie's back against the wall, resting her left arm across Erin's stomach, and cradling her head in the gap between Jackie's and Erin's left shoulders, turned so she could see the screen. "So what's happened so far?"

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THE NEXT MORNING

Amy awoke in Jackie's arms. She kissed her, then slid down to the hideaway bed and made love with Erin. Afterwards she dressed in last night's clothes, kissed both her friends, promised to meet them at breakfast, and tiptoed across the hall to her own room.

She opened the door quietly and peeked inside. Megan and Shawna were still asleep, naked, their bodies tangled together, each with a hand cupping the back of the other's head, holding it close.

Megan, facing towards Amy, opened one eye partway, her lips curling up in a sleepy smile. "Hi, honey. Pizza got a little cool, but it was still good."

In front of her Shawna, her back to Amy, began stirring, and gave Megan a squeeze and a kiss. She turned her head to see Amy, and beamed at her. "Hi, Amy. The pizza got a little cool..." She wrinkled her nose. "That's echoing in my head. Did Megan already say that?"

Amy laughed and nodded. "I'm all caught up on the pizza story. You guys want to join Jackie and Erin at breakfast?"

Both of them stretched and groaned, now rolling away from each other and sitting up. Shawna rubbed her eyes and reached for her panties. "My shampoo's across the hall. Let me shower over there and get some fresh clothes, and I'll meet you guys at the caf." She gave Megan a soft kiss, stroking her face, then stood and hugged Amy. She said, "See you in a little bit," and left the room.

Amy took off her newly-donned clothes and went into the bathroom to run the shower. Megan met her in the stall, smiling. As they soaped each other, Megan began, "Honey, would it be okay if we asked Shawna..."

Amy hugged Megan's slippery body. "Absolutely. I'd love having her as a roommate."

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TWO WEEKS LATER

Amy, holding Megan's right hand in both of hers in the third row of seats in the Academy limo, hoped Cleo was doing okay. Cleo should be hanging in the class demonstration about now, the first member of the First Year class to go. Last night, Wendy had summoned Amy to help her break the news to Cleo, who was very upset at first, but listened as Amy repeated what she had said to Susan in the same situation, three years earlier. Amy had passed along the suggestion that Cleo and her roommate perform a short skit, such as had become the norm preceding the demonstrations. Cleo had hugged Amy, and was discussing ideas with her roommate as Amy was leaving.

Holly, Amy knew, would be in attendance at the demonstration. The dean had given permission for that, despite Holly no longer being a member of the class -- any learning experience would, of course, be very useful to her. Amy was sure Holly's diary would contain a long entry by this evening.

Amy returned her attention to her fellow graduates in the limo as they burst into another round of laughter. Shawna, sitting on the other side of Megan, holding Megan's other hand, said, "We should see if one of us can get appointed to the board of directors. Whoever gets in can hire the rest of us." The other girls present in the limo, Jackie and Erin in the seat in front of Amy, Megan, and Shawna, laughed again.

Erin laughed harder than the rest, her eyes full of that special brightness Amy always saw in girls on the way to their hanging show. She had been unusually talkative all morning, in her excitement. Now she wondered aloud, "What changes should we make in the company, when we're running it?"

Jackie, her arm around the love of her life, giggled. "More jobs for women!"

Shawna shouted above the laughter, "Not just jobs -- supervisory jobs!"

Erin had been bought by a large corporation, to be hanged at the estate of the board chairman. Beforehand, Erin would entertain this gentleman, as well as the CEO and the Chief Financial Officer -- the last of these was, in fact, a woman -- in the bed of her preparation tent on the grounds of the estate. Following Erin's hanging, while she was being barbecued, the four surviving girls, in the privacy of individual tents, would service the other board members, vice presidents, and department heads -- a total of sixteen men and women, equally divided among the four of them. The client had paid extra for the sexual services of the four girls, in addition to the purchase price of the Hanging Girl.

Megan asked Erin, "What are they going to do with your head?"

Shawna put in, "I've heard this guy has a room full of trophy heads from girlhunts. He won't just put you in with them, will he?" None of the Hanging Girls had anything against women who volunteered for hunts, who usually were just trying to earn a little extra money for the families they were leaving behind, and hoping for a still bigger prize in the unusual case of surviving the hunt, but a Hanging Girl's pride in her own profession automatically made her feel deserving of an individual place of honor in her owner's home.

"Oh!!" Erin nearly bounced on her seat in happiness. "I forgot I hadn't told you! I just told Jackie last night. They've got a niche they're already putting together, in the main entrance foyer of the corporate headquarters..." She suddenly laughed uproariously, and sputtered, "I didn't think of it this way -- they're making quarters for my head at headquarters." Still giggling, she took a deep breath and got herself back together. "There's going to be a plaque, that has my name and says I was a Hanging Academy graduate, talking about how the company hanged me, and today's date, it's so cool! Anyway, I'll be there as, like... a recruiting tool. The Human Resources office, where college grads apply for jobs, is right there, and they'll see my head, and read why it's there, and they'll think, 'Oh, neat, this must be a great place to work.' So I'll kind of be working for the company even after I'm dead!" She leaned across her seat to hug Jackie, as the other girls rubbed her shoulder across the back of her seat.

Jackie pointed out the window and shouted, "Oh, here it is!" Ahead of them the barred gates to a large country estate were already swinging open, to admit the five excited girls, four of whom would leave it alive later.

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Erin had made a lovely princess, and a truly satisfying Hanging Girl. She had kicked for twenty-three minutes, the audience oohing and ahhing with each transition to a new move, whether Megan's original lover-entwining hip thrusts, or Shawna's desperation, or a modified version of Jana's bound-feet shimmying, which could be done just as well without the bondage. Amy struggled to hold back a smile as each moan or gasp from the audience signaled another witness arriving at or near the orgasmic tipping point. Amy wished the audience could know that two of the original artists responsible for Erin's hanging choreography were present today, but wouldn't have dreamed of announcing it -- this was Erin's special day, a time for everyone to focus solely on her final performance.

As the applause died down, and Amy and the other girls left the stage to go to their tents, Amy made sure to pass near enough to Erin's body to reach out with her hand to give her dangling friend a last fond stroke on the hip. Erin hung limply now from the noose, hands still bound behind her. Her body was already beginning to cool, her skin slick with cooking oil, sweat, and blood still streaming slowly down from the sword wound just below her sternum -- the sword still impaling her, its pointed tip emerging from her back. Amy whispered, "Perfect show, Erin." She wished she could stay and watch them take Erin down to prepare her body for cooking, but she had work to do. She trotted down the steps from the stage and, moments later, entered her tent.

She changed quickly, stuffing her outfit for the show into the satchel she had brought with her. Amy, Megan, and Shawna had been dressed as the princess' servant girls, in blouses with puffy sleeves, necklines plunging down nearly to their navels so that plenty of cleavage was shown, with long skirts ripped along the sides, some of the rips all the way up to the waistline, as if from the rough treatment when the revolutionaries had invaded the palace. Their job had been to cry and plead for the princess' life, to no avail. Jackie, of course, had been the executioner.

From hangers on which she had placed them beforehand, Amy fetched and donned the pieces of her outfit for servicing the guests. All of the girls were going to wear the same thing, agreed upon a week earlier during a brainstorming session interrupted frequently by giggles. Above the waist, Amy now wore a plain white, long-sleeved, businesslike blouse, with a bra sewn to the inside. Below, she wore a knee-length gray tweed skirt, and thigh high nylons, easily rolled down. Her shoes were comfortable flats, suitable for plenty of walking around the office, between desk, file cabinets, and Xerox machine. Erin had, in fact, suggested an actual xerox machine in each tent as a prop, but there hadn't been time to arrange it.

The lone garment not suggestive of a secretary was the lacy thong panties, meant as a visual reward and final boost to the client's sexual arousal, once he or she had made it past the outerwear.

Amy quickly combed her hair back and used rubber bands to gather it into a bun. As a final touch, after examining her make-up in the dressing-table mirror and deciding it would serve as it was for the first client, Amy put on the plain-looking pair of glasses -- Shawna's idea. She sat, then, on the tent's chair rather than the mattress, to await the first client, composing her face into an efficient-looking neutral expression.

A few minutes later, a man, about forty, fairly good-looking, entered the tent.

In the milliseconds required for Amy to take in his expression, posture, and overall body language, Amy finished her reading of him and felt she knew him. Though she had not paid particular attention to this man earlier, among the onlookers for Erin's hanging, she could size him up now that she saw him alone, and everything about him screamed in a voice she could almost literally hear in her ear -- Andrew. Physically he looked nothing like Amy's brother, but she knew, immediately, she was about to be the target of arrogant commands and verbal abuse.

Amy hated that. She felt she was as much a professional as anyone at this company, a graduate of a training program more intense than anything this man had ever experienced. She deserved the respect the man had no intention of giving her.

She made an instant decision to depart from the script the girls had worked out.

She quickly rose from the chair, a smile on her face. In a soft, admiring voice, she said, "Oh, I've always loved that look of quiet power." She reached back and, far earlier than originally intended, pulled the rubber bands out and shook her hair free.

The man blinked at the unexpected opening. "What?"

Amy stepped closer, and cast the glasses aside. Her voice even softer, growing slightly more breathy, as she drew nearer, she went on, "I don't get to meet men like you very often. Most men feel they have to tell me what they want, shouting almost, as if it's always been the only way they could get attention. They don't understand that a man who really has power rarely has to say anything. People find out what he wants, and they do it with hardly a word spoken... Well, I don't need to tell you that. You already know." Her voice was still more breathy, nearly a whisper, as she stopped in front of him, her hands reaching out to rest on his hips, stroking them lightly up and down. She could already see the front of his pants starting to rise. She looked upward intently into his eyes, flicking her own eyes down every few seconds to his lips. It took only a few repetitions of that to draw his head down into a kiss.

Minutes later, underneath him now on the mattress, having unbuttoned her blouse earlier and at the same time released the front clasp of the bra inside it, so that her breasts were revealed early in the petting preliminaries, her skirt and panties now pulled down below her knees, his erection now buried deep within her, Amy thought about Miranda. The man atop Amy had hardly spoken a word since entering the tent, though Amy knew he'd been prepared to utter a lot of them -- coarse, hurtful ones. As she moaned in time with the man's thrusts, Amy smiled as she remembered Miranda's first demonstration to her that she could be in complete control, that she could, in Miranda's own words, wrap anyone around her little finger. It wasn't magic, it was merely something to be learned. Miranda had been right in telling Amy she was capable of learning it. Amy had only needed to believe it could be done.

Amy kicked away the skirt and panties and wrapped her legs tightly around her client, pulling him more deeply inside her. There! That felt very nice. She moaned for real.

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Her makeup restored, bun redone, her blouse buttoned, Amy gave her face a last look in the mirror, nodded in satisfaction, put on her glasses and sat primly in the chair once more, waiting for her second client of the day.

A woman, in her early thirties, entered through the tent flap. This one, Amy decided, was much less menacing. Amy rose with a hopeful smile, walked towards the woman, and launched into the script prepared by herself and the girls. "I'm Amy," she said, holding out her hand. "The HR office sent me up here to interview for the office assistant opening."

The woman looked momentarily disoriented, then smiled as she appeared to catch on. "Hi, Amy. I'm Alice Hartley."

Amy held the woman's hand longer than the traditional handshake demanded. "It's really nice meeting you, Miss Hartley. I want you to know..." Amy paused, biting her lip. "I really need this job. I'll do anything you need me to do. Really. Just anything." She looked down at the woman's cleavage. Her lips parted as she stared hungrily, she repeated softly, "Anything."

Miss Hartley licked her lips. "Ummm... Well, Amy, we have a pretty strict dress code here. Let me check to see if you're... dressed appropriately." She reached out tentatively and tugged at the fabric of Amy's blouse, as if straightening it out. As her hand brushed across the underside of Amy's cloth-enclosed breasts, Amy closed her eyes and made a soft moaning sound.

Amy stepped slightly closer. "Please, give me any job. I'll be happy to do it." She was breathing more quickly.

Amy had perceived enough body signals, now, to know what the woman wanted. She tore out the rubber bands again, and once more tossed the glasses. Her hands on Miss Hartley's waist, Amy slowly sank to her knees, giving the woman soft kisses on her blouse along the way. Kneeling now, she unbuckled the belt holding Miss Hartley's skirt and let it slide to the floor, kissed the front of Hartley's panties, then slid them down as well.

She began licking, and knew she'd been right when Miss Hartley moaned, her legs suddenly shaking, and put both her hands behind Amy's head, pulling Amy's face more tightly into her crotch. Miss Hartley then put one of her hands behind herself to help ease herself down to the floor as her legs shakily gave way. Amy followed her down, her tongue never losing contact with Miss Hartley's pussy.

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As the fourth and final client departed the tent, drained and smiling, Amy reassembled her outfit one last time and left the tent, relieved that her work was done and only the enjoyment of the barbecue remained.

She spotted Shawna, already finished with her own clients, sitting alone at one of the picnic tables. Amy crossed the grounds to join her, passing the barbecue pit along the way. Erin smelled so wonderful as she cooked, her headless body turning slowly on the spit, her skin browned, cracked, shiny with barbecue sauce. They would take Erin off the fire and start slicing her soon, giving her the honor of becoming part of the body of everyone here. Amy's stomach rumbled. She waved at Shawna.

Megan and Jackie joined them at the table over the next ten minutes. Megan smiled as she sat down beside Amy and kissed her. "So how'd you do?"

Amy grinned. "Oh, it was really fun. Three guys, one woman. I'll have to tell you about the first one. Later. It was so cool. How about yours?"

Megan's face was animated. "Oh, it was great..."



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