Becoming a Rose Ch. 05

This is a Harbinger96 original and is not to be posted or reshared without my permission. All characters involved in sexual acts are over the age of 18.

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It felt good to be back in my clothes, at least for now. I can't say I didn't expect something like that to happen, because I totally did. There's no way to prepare yourself to get jumped and held down by four big dudes and then your bi best friend to come bail you out with her sick cunny skills.

What I also didn't expect was for "Brandon" as I called him, or was it Bradley, to actually go down on me as good as Lara did. It was actually mind blowing, and I didn't hate it. But now that I was all dressed, I just headed to my first lecture. I was going to be 15 minutes early, but I had a book I could read and I'd rather be early than be late because someone else decided to take a turn at me.

I had a good mix of classes I actually needed for my major and classes I thought would just be interesting, including this first class, "Governments of the Ancient World." When I entered the lecture hall, I was actually surprised to see the professor, Dr. Dollarhyde, already double-checking his first day stuff. It was just syllabus day, but Dr. D was a notorious hardass, and I knew he'd be assigning homework.

Dr. D wasn't a bad looking guy; mid to upper 30s with a bit of a dad bod, but he also liked to play sports. Sometimes he'd play pick-up basketball games with students. He was clean shaven, had a hardass's eyes but he looked kind when he laughed and smiled. He had really nice, light brunette and swishy hair. He had a temper that could surprise people, though.

"Good morning, Kate," Dr. D greeted me with a half-smile. I'd had him for a number of classes before and I'd say we were on a first-name basis if we ran into each other off campus. "Ready for the semester?" he asked, just making small talk as I took a seat in the second row. My distance vision was far from fantastic, but weird vanity stopped me from admitting I probably needed glasses.

I laughed a little nervously and tried to hide my rose. I really just wanted to be left alone during class hours. I liked and respected this particular professor, and the class seemed genuinely fascinating. I didn't want my Rose status to ruin his class or my time in it. I needed good grades to keep scholarships, and I was pretty damn worried about my ability to focus if I was the class toy.

"Are you okay, Ms. Riddick?" he asked a little more seriously, coming to sit on the edge of the desk in the middle-front of the room. He had this cool-casual uncle vibe. Like he had seen some shit but he still knew how to keep it together, like it made him better and not a mess.

I looked up at him sheepishly and bit my lip. He was going to find out, and maybe these 12 minutes before class started could give us time to work out a game plan. "I have a personal problem, courtesy of the State, and I don't want it to affect the quality of my education here or your class," I said, and then I brushed my hair back.

"Ah, I see," he said, nodding slowly, his eyes on my cheek, and then on the bottom of the QR poking out just under the sleeve of my t-shirt. "Yeah, I could see that being a distraction to everyone. Unfortunately, once you're scanned, you're fucked. Well, not vaginally." He was blunt, but effective.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why did you so specifically mention just not vaginally?"

Dr. D studied my face for a moment. "It's criminal they don't make Roses take a full course on being a Rose," he muttered. "They could at least have a policy update mailing list or some shit. Roses have been a thing for 10 years. That's plenty of time to get it together."

"Professor, what are you talking about?" I was starting to get genuinely anxious. What the fuck was going on?

He went over to the podium and pulled something up on his laptop and then connected it to the projector so I could read it from my seat. It was on the official State website. It was a new Amendment to the Rose Law.

*Many Roses have filed complaints to the Office of Tax and Labor about the unfair treatment of Hetero Roses compared to Same Sex Roses. The Committee on Rose Conduct and Duties has seen fit to roll back the protections provided to Same Sex Roses in the name of fairness and to distribute the tax generation burden among Roses. As of June 19, all Roses of the female sex will be permitted to perform oral and anal services for all citizens that pay the Rose Fee. Vaginal penetration of a lesbian-identifying Rose (identified by brackets surrounding a rose) is still a prohibited act and will be punishable as previously stated...*

Jesus. "W-what the fuck?" I asked, my jaw dropped. "Why the fuck does it matter what hole? If I don't want a dick in me, that should be it, shouldn't it?" I was indignant, I knew, but again, what the fuck?

Dr. D turned off the projector, and I'm glad he didn't leave it up for the other students to see. "It sucks, but unfortunately, they don't really care about you, Kate, and other Roses like you. They want the money you can provide them, and it appears other Roses want you to be in the trenches with them in a fuller capacity, so to speak. "If I have to suffer...." So do I. Having to do something against your will is the same for everyone, I guess.

"As for what to do in class, each professor sets their own rules. I can threaten to hurt class grades and take action against students for disrupting my class, and I can try to curve your grade given your unique circumstances if we fail to protect your focus, but I legally can't stop them once they've scanned your code. I don't want to alter your experience or alienate you, but if we need to make special seating accommodations closer to the front and off to the side to make it harder to harass you, we can discuss that as well."

I smiled a half smile at the kind professor. "I know there's only so much you can do, Dr. Dollarhyde, but I appreciate your understanding. If anyone cares more about academic integrity than flesh, I had a feeling it would be you."

He nodded and kept going over his notes, and turned the projector back on, but this time it was the front cover of the class syllabus, and I smiled in relief. I really hoped at least one class would be normal for me this semester.

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"Governments of the Ancient World" syllabus day was just as boring as it should have been, thanks to Dr. D. He pretended I wasn't even there. He even skipped over me when it was the boring ass introduction stage of name-where you're from-major-fun fact stage. What would my fun fact have been? "Hey, I'm Katie Riddick, and the State decided I'm a whore for them!" Yeah, no thanks.

I waited for class to file out before I even thought about getting up to leave. Dr. D and I had been able to keep my cover all class, and I wasn't going to blow it now. "Thanks for being cool about this, Doctor."

He chuckled softly and shook his head. "I'm glad we could keep my class from becoming a show," he said, "at least for now." He paused, then looked at me as I got my stuff together. There was a heat in his eyes that wasn't there a minute ago. "Katie, do you have time to come back to my office with me?" Fuck.

My stomach churned. "Are we going to discuss ways to keep the university's integrity and reputation safe from Rose bullshit?" I asked hopefully, but I had a feeling that's not what was going to happen. I felt like Professor Dollarhyde was about to show himself to be a fox, and not a knight.

"We should talk about that, too, but that's not why, initially." At least he was honest, I guess?

I let out a sigh and slung my backpack over my shoulder. "Better in your office than in the lecture hall," I said defeatedly.

"My exact thoughts," he concurred, confirming my fears. And it would just be us. No Lara, no Belle to bail me out. Dr. Dollarhyde was going to have me in his office, and I couldn't do shit.

As we walked through campus and headed towards the office building, it looked like a normal walk of a professor taking a student to discuss class or TA options or something. While inside me, there was a complete hive of bees in my stomach, moving north towards my throat at the idea that my once-favorite professor was moments from seeing me naked and probably hoping to do things to me, to have me do things to him. Things which I now learned were indeed legal. If the football player had read more closely, this morning could have been a lot different.

His office was in the back corner of the second floor of the SCAS building, and we took the back entrance and stairs up to the hall that pretty much dropped us off right at his door.

He unlocked it and headed in, and I followed. I had already been naked in front of I don't know how many students, but this felt different. This was a professor I had seriously liked and respected a short time ago. I had trusted him and confided in him.

"So we should definitely chat," he said as he took a seat behind his desk as he took out his phone and slid it across his surprisingly organized desk towards me. I knew what he wanted. I rolled my eyes but scanned it. I took the chance to tip myself and tossed in $20 for my troubles. I had a feeling if I went too overboard, I would be choosing how this engagement went for me.

"Take your clothes off, Kate," he said plainly, like he had just told me to make myself a coffee or something, which he did once he saw I was complying, starting with my t-shirt.

"I don't think a lot, if any of the other staff know about the issue you could cause us, and deal with yourself. The university staff didn't get an email explaining we'd have a Rose. I have a mind to form a committee to discuss what kind of limits we could set here. We want to teach, but the State wants their money, and these two interests could definitely conflict. Being completely realistic to the situation as you understand it, do you have thoughts on this?"

I had just gotten down to my white bra and panties as he steepled his fingers together and watched me bare my tits to him. He didn't make any kind of comments, but the expression on his face said he was very pleased.

"Well, I would like to not be harassed during the school day. I need to be able to focus in class and be able to properly use the library. I'm sure there are other students that don't want to hear me getting used while they study as well," I started off. "I understand there are certain events and parties that go on around campus that would love to have a Rose.

"I also see a double-edged sword here," I threatened to bury myself deeper, but it was a real fear, and besides having me strip down to my birthday suit, he had been very serious about this. "I can also see having a Rose on campus being good for recruitment for new students." Dollarhyde popped an eyebrow. "Oh come on, you know that party campuses attract students. Academia isn't the only thing that factors into where students choose to go." He yielded as I removed my panties and put all my clothes on the chair facing his desk. I just stood there casually, knowing there was no point in hiding. The way he observed me also, somehow, didn't give me the ick. I felt flattered, actually, not like I needed to run. I'm still not sure I get it.

"No, you're right. I just don't like it. I was like you up until this year, Kate. I played basketball, too. I wasn't a partier, I worked hard and got through on sports and academic scholarships. You're tugging a 3.0 which isn't fantastic, but it gets you some extra scholarships when tied to your athletics. However, I can do my best to protect you in class, and to get your other professors to back me up, but I can't protect you in the dorm hall or at any campus events. Having you purposefully attend such things is a concession you might have to make to be left alone during the school day."

I sighed and took the seat next to the chair holding my clothes. It felt weird to just be casually naked in my professor's office, and to not be all freaked out by it. I think his candor being what it usually was really helped. "Yeah, I kind of expected that. Roses can't be guaranteed full sanctuary anywhere or they'd never leave that spot. My house even has what I call 'office hours' from 8 p. m. to midnight."

"I'm aware of how it works, Kate. I'm a government and civics professor," he chuckled. Right. He pretty much was a specialist. I'm a little miffed Claire was behind on the new law, but they made it during summer break, so I get it. "Let me see what I can do about curbing disturbances during class days, something like 9-5, would be our best bet, I think."

"That would be nice," I agreed. "I can't get greedy, and this problem is never going to be perfect. Especially knowing that this bracket just protects my V now," I grumbled. My stream of consciousness took over and before I was speaking aloud, I lamented, "I've never even sucked a cock before on my own terms, and now I have to on everyone else's? I've never even played with cock-shaped toys." Dr. D chuckled and my eyes went wide, realizing I had indeed said that shit aloud.

He stood up and stretched his back. "Kate, I know this is extremely hard to even consider given that men aren't your preference, and there's no way I can't make this not sound self-serving and predatory, so I'm just going to say it; if you want me to be your test run and teacher behind closed doors, with no audience and no filming, of course I'm up for it."

"That does sound like a good deal for you, and as much as I want to run... that's actually probably the best deal I'm going to get, and it's only a matter of time before someone blows my cover and figures out two out of three holes can be opened for business, let alone my hands."

"You're being very pragmatic about this," Dollarhyde told me, sounding pretty impressed. "You kind of have to be to survive this, though. I can give you some time to make a decision if you want me to be your, well, stunt cock."

I laughed at his up front and frankly brash attitude. "Fuck it, let's get this overwith. Just take it out, Professor," I said. "I realize, too, that I need to step the fuck up."

He looked at me curiously as he came around to the front of his desk and undid his belt, but he didn't verbally ask what I meant.

"A few of my friends have really carried me through this the last few days, and... if I don't start taking risks, if I don't become a pack leader, why should they help me? They've been bailing me out and I've been hiding behind them, beside them but not stepping up in the face of their support," I monologued for myself as much as for him.

"That's very mature of you, and I have to agree, Kate," he said sympathetically, but still popped his button and undid his fly. He reached to take his cock out himself, but I pushed his hands away.

"No no, I need to do this. This is taking one of those leaps I just talked about," I said, pulling the lapels of his pants apart and pulling down the front of his briefs, letting his big pale pink meat spring out, and I pulled my head back. He wasn't *huge* but it wasn't small, and it was the closest my face had ever been to one.

I took a second to just look at it, to inspect it up close like I was in some kind of science class, and to his credit, Dr. D (aptly named, honestly) was very patient about it. For a man who suggested I teach myself about dick on himself, I did feel oddly safe at that time.

"Might be a stupid question, but I'm going to ask it anyway; how are you doing so far?" The way he asked that made me think of the science teacher in 5th Grade asking us how we were doing with the sheep eye dissection in science class. I had a very similar feeling, funny enough.

"Uh, I think you have a nice cock?" I posed it as a question because I wasn't honestly sure. "I'm gonna tear the bandaid off and just touch it," I said, pursing my lips and staring right at it, trying not to make eye contact, trying to suspend the man from the cock. I reached out with just my fingertips and he twitched as the pads of my fingers grazed his taut, hot skin.

"The skin is so soft, but your cock is so hard underneath," I whispered, but still didn't look at him. I ran my fingers up and down the hot pillar, tracing the veins that ran up and down it. I curled my fingers around the shaft of it but stayed away from the head for now, and didn't make palm contact yet.

I heard his breath hitch a little, and I smiled, but I refused to look up. He hadn't told me it felt good, didn't tell me I was pretty or beautiful, and I really appreciated that. This felt academic, transactional, and it made me feel like I could do this. This wasn't my favorite thing to do, but it didn't have to be.

I took the plunge and wrapped my hand around him fully, but without much of a grip. I still got an exhale of breath from my professor, and I knew he was trying to be as lifeless as possible. This wasn't about teaching me what "men liked" or "what I should do." This was just letting me explore and seeing if I could touch a cock without bursting into flames. So far I was doing okay.

"Seems like you're hanging in there," Dollarhyde breathed, trying to keep any kind of emotion from his voice, but still checking in.

I wanted to show him that so far I was doing okay, and I wasn't going to projectile vomit all over his lap, but I didn't want to purvey the image that this was a dream come true or something, so I just simply tilted my head back a little and made the briefest eye contact and let him see a nervous little half smile again.

There was an intensity in his eyes that said he wanted so much more, but his jaw was hard set, and his cock throbbed in my hand, but he stood stock still like a Buckingham guard. The self-control I knew he was showcasing here was actually impressive.

I wanted to look away from him, but I struggled to. He wasn't begging me to look up at him, and he wasn't trying to pull away either, but the sheer burning intensity, the want battling with his sense of not assaulting me made me keep looking.

"S-should we call this a finished session?" he asked, his voice caught and strangled in his throat, and I could hear how cotton mouthed he was.

I wrapped my hand around him a little tighter but I wasn't cutting off blood flow or trying to rip his cock off. "I don't want to jump my own shark today, but I should probably go a bit further while I'm here," I said, well aware I was still sitting comfortably in a chair and not on my knees.

"To what end, or to what event?" he asked. He was fishing, but I understood it.

"There's really only one end to this, isn't there, Professor? We can conclude today's lesson when you cum from my hand," I said, trying to be bolder than I felt. He growled at that and I felt him twitch in my hand, and I saw the littlest flick from his hips.

I was the furthest thing from an expert, and I had a feeling this could take all day if I didn't phone a friend. "You can buck your hips, Professor... fuck my hand, if that helps?" I offered, looking at his cock and the natural tunnel my hand was around it, and then I looked up at him again.

"Can I offer just a little bit of advice, to help speed this up?" he asked, and he sounded nervous about even asking.

I just looked up at him and blinked.

"Spit in your hands and use both in a twisting motion, and then I'll do the rest." Seemed easy enough. You didn't have to be a cock hero to know wetter is better.

I spit in my hands and rubbed them together like a baseball player before wrapping them around Dr. D's D, and started to slowly oscillate in different directions like he recommended, and sure as shit, they moved a lot better. It's not rocket science, but it's a little difficult to think rationally about good hand game when you're a 22 year old touching her first cock, and it's your fucking professor.

He held up his end and started to lightly thrust into my twisting, wet hands, and looked up at the ceiling. He seemed to be trying to detach me from the situation like I had tried to detach him.

My sheer curiosity got the best of me, and I hoped I could help him pass the time, or hoped that this question would help spark some extra mental inspiration for him.

"Professor, who are you thinking about when I touch you like this?" He groaned deep in his throat at that. It didn't do anything for how I felt about the situation except that I felt a little surge of power run through me, that such a little question could elicit that from him.

"I'm just trying not to think about it being you, Ms. Riddick," he said, his voice as strangled as ever, and he started to thrust into my hands a little faster, and I turned up my speed, feeling like we were getting somewhere.

Since I had become a Rose, I had been either a victim or a pillow princess, but for the first time, as a man in a position of power over me tried to keep his cool in my spit and by now precum-slicked hands, I realized how much power I could wield if I chose to try to use my beauty and charms.

"It's okay if you do want to think about me, Professor. It's okay. I'm a Rose. This is just something I have to get used to now." It was a true statement, but the innocent and naive way I said it was what made it so extra sensual, almost more taboo than this already was. I pressed the envelope as I added more spit to an opening I made with my hands.

"Think about it, Professor; you're in a situation that any other professor would absolutely lose their job for. You're in your office alone with a young, attractive student. You're thrusting your hard cock into her hands that have never been on another man before, and your job is totally safe. I legally have to let you do this," I said.

"Kate, if you keep talking...." I wasn't sure what he was alluding to. It was a wide open avenue, and I kept pressing, seeing how it was affecting him

"You'll what, Doctor? I can feel your cock pulsing in my hand. I bet your balls are so tight right now." I'd never done this, but I knew how this worked. I wasn't a nun. "You're going to cum soon, aren't you?"

I fucked up. I pushed him too far, and I was about to learn a hell of a lesson for it. I thought I could just push and control, but I wasn't that good yet. Apparently he wasn't as in control of his base urges as I hoped. He pulled out of my hands, and he grabbed my head.

"Professor, what in-- blurgh! Glurp! Gaahk gaahk pwhaaat!" I started to gag on his big fucking cock! He had pushed right past my lips as I had tried to speak, and he started to fuck my virgin mouth and throat. He didn't start out slow, and he wasn't kind. This was not a good intro to cock sucking.

My eyes bulged in shock and horror. I worried my jaw would disconnect. My mouth felt so full and I could feel him poking the back of my throat. I had never felt that sensation before, and I could feel my eyes watering as my gag reflex was being repeatedly tested.

I could feel myself crying, tears leaking down my cheeks as I struggled to breath in my panic. I didn't know breathing cycle techniques for getting face fucked by my professor. I grabbed his thighs and started pushing, trying to make him let me go.

He pushed forward again, holding it there deep in my head, and I felt like his cock was trying to bend down to snake between my vocal chords. I tried to scream, but nothing came out but muffled gurgling.

I started pounding on his thighs and he finally let me go. I pushed on his thighs again and fell over backwards, sprawling onto my ass, hands and feet. He had a clear view of all of me, and I quickly pulled my knees to my chest.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I shouted, and couldn't stop myself from crying more. "That was too much!"

I had hoped he would have given me the little steps he had started off with, the training wheels. I was actually starting to have *fun* and I thought he was too, and then he fucking mugged my face.

I scrambled to grab my clothes and ran out of his office, not even bothering to get dressed, my face a spit and tear covered mess. I needed to get away. I didn't even look, I charged down the hall and ran right into another professor, Dr. Childs, an Amazon of a professor who probably had four inches over me.

"Kate? What is going on?" she asked in total shock, and then she felt my back, my naked back. She kept me at an arm's distance and saw my puffy eyes, the spit around my mouth, my clothes in my arms.

Without another word, she pulled me into her office and I fell to the floor, crying again. "Honey, did someone attack you?"

Once I could speak again, I regaled my story to Dr. Childs, and when I met her eyes, she had the softest, most tender look on her pretty face. Her features were kind, soft and rounded, but smooth and beautiful. She was a step mother and one of, now easily my favorite professors. She was always kind and sweet, and I hope that continued.

She sat down on her wheely chair and sighed deeply. "You poor thing. I'm sorry you suffered that, and from Dr. Dollarhyde, no less. I had held him in high opinion until this," she lamented. "I wish there was an action I could take here, but...."

"Yes yes, I'm a fucking Rose," I snapped and then covered my mouth, looking at her in astoundment at my own outburst. "Professor, I'm sorry, I wasn't yell...." She held up her hand and I stopped.

"I know, dear. It was a decry at the situation, not at me," she said, and she tried to pull the corners of her soft mouth into a smile, but they didn't quite get there. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked as I started to slowly get dressed, my body trembling and making it hard.

She got up and slowly approached me like I was some wild animal, like I'd bite at her if she got too close. Given the way I had verbally snapped already, I didn't blame her. "Can I give you a hand, Kate?" she asked so softly that I started to cry again.

Dr. Childs helped dress me and assisted me in getting into the chair that was traumatically like the chair I had been in with Dollarhyde. It was enough to freeze me, but this detail slipped past Dr. Childs.

I saw she didn't have a coffee pot, but she did have a cute little electric tea kettle and a tiny tray of tea packets.

She saw me looking at it longingly and got up to turn it on. Her motherly instinct kicked in and I felt safer here, like the man that had forced himself into my esophagus wasn't just down the hall.

"Thank you," I croaked from crying and my first exposure to a foreign object being jammed down my throat. "My throat's a little sore," I rasped.

We passed the moment in silence until the lever on the kettle clicked, signifying it was done. I closed my eyes and leaned back, and the sound of the boiling water filling two cups was very soothing, like ASMR.

With my eyes still closed, I felt Dr. Childs' hand on my wrist, gently picking up my arm and putting the mug in my hand. "There you are," she said softly. I couldn't see her as I slowly breathed in and out, every inhale burning a little, but I could somehow feel where she was as she passed in front of me and then sat next to me, putting her hand on my leg.

She didn't move her hand, just left it there, a supportive and comfortable weight. "Can I share a secret with you, Kate? You have to promise not to tell."

My eyes fluttered open and I looked at her from the corner of my eye as the heat from the cup I held was almost too much, but it was keeping me grounded. "Of course, Doctor."

She smiled softly and held my hand, the stray blonde hairs that escaped her bun framed her face, making her look like a whimsical librarian, the kind that didn't actually mind helping you find the book you wanted. "I was a Rose when I was going after my masters degree," she confided in me, and she had my attention. "I was a TA for an undergrad English 101, and every day they would take turns paying my fee. They made me teach naked."

My jaw dropped. I couldn't Imagine teaching a class of freshman 100 strong or more without a thing on, and it being legal. I blushed a little as I undressed Dr. Childs in my mind. I bet she was lean, almost skinny, with high and small, round tits. I wonder if she shaved or had a bush. With a woman like her, I bet it was all or nothing.

"The crazy thing was that their scores increased. They were never more focused than when I was up there. It was rough until I got over my stage fright, but once I was doing my thing, it was very easy. Nothing empassions young minds like being taught by an enthusiastic nude young woman," she giggled.

"I would help tutor them in the library, and that got a little more difficult. Students would make me jerk them off or blow them while they studied. That wasn't my favorite, but they surprisingly listened when I said I would make them cum once they had sufficiently done their work."

"Holy shit," I said, a little smile on my lips. I pictured myself in that position, and I actually found it a little titillating. I didn't like the idea of getting covered in, or tasting cum, but the idea of how easily I could use the power of the male orgasm as a tool for myself, that was appealing. I clearly still had to master that, and make sure the attempt didn't get me hurt again.

I started to think like an impoverished worker; you don't have to like the job, a lot of times you'll hate it, but until you can rise above it, it's what you have to do until you can ascend past it. Apparently pleasuring men was on that list of hurdles for me given the information I had learned from Dollarhyde. I felt like a young child who had to eat their vegetables.

"You're not alone, Kate. And I totally empathize. Maybe a little too well. My thesis advisor would always scan me and use me in his office like you've just gone through. When I was a Rose, we had even less protections. Every orifice was fair game, there were no brackets and there were no rules on roughness. My advisor made me learn that lesson.

"Please understand I'm not trying to take away from how traumatic your experience is, and I'm not trying to say 'well it could be worse.' What I am saying is that you will survive this, and you can have a successful life during and after. In my case, I worked harder to spite the Rose system, and I didn't stay a Rose very long. However, getting out of the Rose system im the time I did involved me throwing nearly every boundary and hang-up I had out the window."

I just looked at Dr. Childs and I wanted to thank her, to hug her. She had been through worse than me so far, and she made no apologies for them, for any of them, and certainly not for Dollarhyde, her coworker. I knew I had to come out of this a bad bitch, or it would swallow me if I let it. If I didn't keep pushing through, I would be pushed over and stepped on, and this would all be for nothing. What Belle and Lara were doing would be for nothing.

The three of us were young and attractive, and smart as blazes. I had to take risks, and there were things I would have to stomach and swallow, cum probably on that list, but it was a fear and dislike I would have to push past if I didn't want them to see me fall, to see me stuck as a Rose longer than I had to be.

"Thanks for the talk, Doctor," I said softly as I drank my tea, the warming and soothing sensation working wonders on the abrasions of my throat. It was delicious, and she had put just the perfect amount of honey in it.

"I never cared for tea before I was in the Lottery," she said wistfully, staring at the wood grains of her desk. "You probably think being in grad school would be enough to keep you out of the Lottery, but the conditions I lived in to stay in grad school definitely fit me in their sights." She let out a little huff and turned back to her tea. "Throat coat tea with honey does marvels before and after a BJ," she said and then giggled. It wasn't the kind of talk I was used to from Dr. Childs. If someone had asked me who first came to mind who I thought of as the standard for academic sophisticates, it would have been Dr. Nina Childs. And this discussion didn't change that.

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That night, Claire, Lara and Belle had all gathered at my place, which we had started referring to as Rose House. The girls stripped down with me and studied in the "parlor" and we studied nude, tits out.

It was only my second day of office hours, so I wasn't shocked that we didn't have any takers to start out the night. It was my brave and wild plan to take all customers, even the men, and the girls could just chill and give me dick pointers as I would need them as I swallowed my fear (and inches).

It was about 10 p. m., and we had done our first assignments that were just required reading and question prompts. Claire had to watch a video for a class she had taken.

When the video was done, I finally came clean to them about me and Dr. Dollarhyde, and the silence that followed was thicker than the honey that had been in my tea that afternoon.

"That sucks, girl. All of it," Lara said after a heavy, quiet moment.

"I'm sorry I wasn't aware of the new amendments, Kate," Claire said softly and rubbed my shoulder.

I shrugged. "In a weird way, it was actually kind of fun until he got rough on me. I thought he was having fun too until he turned into a spazoid." While I had divulged what happened with Dollarhyde, I didn't mention Dr. Childs at all. As far as I knew, I was the only student to find out.

Lara tilted her head and looked at me. "You know, K, just because you haven't had any clients today doesn't mean we can't have fun."

I laughed. "Oh, they're clients now?" I shook my head, my long hair tickled my bare back and shoulders. "Anyway, what did you have in mind?" I asked my friend and teammate who smiled and rolled her eyes at my last comment. Fuck she was pretty when she smiled. Lara was always pretty, but goddamn that smile.

"I have a couple toys I could teach you a few things with, and it'll be safer."

Belle was reclined on her forearms, laying back on the soft shaggy carpet. "Are we gonna have some show and tell?" the little blonde asked, a dirty smile on her full pink lips. "We can all head off and come back quick with equipment?" she giggled. Equipment. I had to roll my eyes.

"You girls can go and I'll clean up the snack table," I offered. I didn't move to get dressed, and neither did Belle, Claire, or Lara. "You're not all gonna leave naked, are you?"

"Well I have to get dressed. I don't have a Rose tattoo," Claire shrugged. Belle and Lara had theirs still on their cheeks.

Lara and Belle shared looks, turned to me and shook their heads. These girls were naughty, and they were actually fucking loving this.

Lara had a client that propositioned her at open gym, and Belle had gone further, going on the hunt and choosing a client. My end goal was to be as confident and hungry as Belle.

"Katie Cat, do you not have any toys?" Lara asked, almost offended at the idea.

I shook my head as I ate one more apple slice and sucked the juice from my fingers. "I just watch porn and go acoustic," I said with a blush and the girls laughed.

Lara had a knowing smile on her face. "I'll bring you the first toy I used. And don't worry, all of mine are sterilized."

I didn't have time to respond. Well, I did, I just couldn't think of anything to say. I was about to feel and learn all kinds of things in the safety of my house, with my hot best friends. The fucking way it should be.

They had gone their separate ways for a bit, and I had just finished the dishes when there was a knock at my door. Thinking it was one of the girls back already, I opened the door, a smile on my face and not a thing on, not even my robe. Fuck was I wrong.

"Ms. Riddick, I owe you a hell of an apology." Dr. Dollarhyde was not the man I wanted to see on my front porch.