Chapter 3

Lunch was a buffet of glances and whispers as we served ourselves, our naked bodies on full display. I noticed that Simone was glaring at me from across the room, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and curiosity. She had always been the one in charge, the one who took what she wanted without asking, but now she was getting a taste of her own medicine. I couldn’t help but smirk as I watched her try to keep her dignity while naked and serving lunch.

As we sat down with our food, Master Jack and Mistress Julie joined us, their eyes sparkling with mischief. “Looks like you’re making friends everywhere, Tamara,” Jack said, nodding towards Simone, who was now serving a tray of steaming hot meat to a group of hungry jocks. She shot him a look that could kill, but he just chuckled.

“Yes, of course, Master,” I told Master Jack, even as I knelt to kiss the head of his cock and couldn’t help but suck on it a little.

Mistress Julie looked at Simone serving the jocks and said, “Maybe she’s found her true calling,” snorting while Bert began eagerly kissing her ass ... literally ... licking it, too, before even starting on his lunch.

“I don’t know, but it’s definitely entertaining,” I replied, popping a cherry tomato into my mouth and watching the scene unfold now that he allowed me to stop sucking him and eat some food.

Master Jack leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning the cafeteria with a sense of pride, “The Program is growing, Tamara. And you two are setting the standard for the newbies.”

Mistress Julie nodded in agreement, taking a sip of her milk, “It’s important that everyone knows their place and their responsibilities. Now, let’s eat before it gets cold. Oh, Bert, you get to eat this piece of fruit from my butt-crack, since you like rimming me so much.”

We all laughed, even Simone couldn’t help but smirk at that, as Bert eagerly took the apple slice from Mistress Julie’s crack and bit into it. It was a strange sight, but it was our new normal here at the school. The rest of lunch passed without incident, the usual banter and flirting filling the air as we ate our meal. When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of lunch and the start of fourth period, we all stood up and made our way back to our classes.

“You’re going to need to work on serving better, Simone,” I heard Master Jack tell the snooty bitch as we all headed down the hallway to our next classes.

Simone rolled her eyes, “I’d rather not serve at all.”

“Too bad for you ... get back to work. You’re on janitorial duty, remember, while the rest of us get to sit in class and learn,” Mistress Julie reminded her, making Bert and me both laugh a bit at her expense.

Simone glared at us but said nothing, she knew better than to argue with the people in charge here. She stomped away towards the maintenance closet, her naked body bouncing with each step she took. It was clear she was not happy about her new position, but she had brought it on herself.

“Get over yourself, honey. Life will be much smoother for you if you do,” Louisa advised Simone, even lightly tapping her buttocks as she did so.

Simone’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger as she disappeared into the maintenance closet. Meanwhile, Bert and I shared a knowing glance, both of us eager to get back to our books and a break from the drama, though we both had to perform oral sex on some students, him on some girls and me on some guys, something that we had accepted when we joined the Program and agreed to strip naked for the Week.

“I’ll see you two in class,” Mistress Julie said, giving us both a gentle pat on the butt before she and Master Jack walked away, their laughter echoing down the hallway.

It was time for World History 2, which meant now covering the interwar period between the World Wars ... the 1920s and 1930s. We had to pretend not to notice the paddle that Ms. Nadia Kostova used to paddle Tanya Pugachev now and then. We also tried to focus on the discussion about the Versailles Peace Conference, the Armistice, the Weimar Republic, and the election of 1920, which gave us Warren G. Harding and a thorough rejection of Wilson’s interventionist foreign policy ... and of the League of Nations. It wasn’t even while having to do things like blowjobs and handjobs ... or rimjobs in Bert’s case, his tongue being in high demand.

But as the bell rang, and we packed up our books, Ms. K planted French kisses on both of us and said, “thanks for being such good sports, guys. I know that was a lot to juggle, the history lesson with the oral ... requests.”

Both Bert and I blushed, trying to keep our cool as we headed out of the classroom into the hallway, now bustling with students moving to their next periods. We couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and dread for what was to come. The whispers and glances had become a constant backdrop to our school days, a silent symphony of rumors and assumptions about what we did during our “extra-curricular” activities.

The hands roaming our bodies didn’t help us for keeping our arousal down ... there were fingers up my ass and his, not to mention my twat ... and there were people biting our asses. I loved that part, of course. It was ... amazing. I could tell that Bert loved it, too, even if he was still a bit shy about it at times.

Word Processing was next for both of us, and the new teacher, Mrs. Martin, was, well, a much younger and more ... aggressive specimen. She was quick to kiss both of us on the lips, and then had us sat at the front of the class, flashing us more than once while encouraging the idea that people should go down on us for a change ... very nice, I thought ... if a bit bolder than expected.

The class was a mix of typing drills and oral practice, with students eagerly taking turns at the keyboard and between our legs. I felt a bit overwhelmed at first, but the moans and sighs of pleasure from the boys and girls alike made it clear that everyone was enjoying themselves. Before we knew it, though, the typed out messages were all of the erotic variety, and the bell rang, indicating that it was time for P.E. or Gym class.

En route to the gym, of course, we were manhandled as before, especially by newer students trying to fit in, many of them not familiar with our connection to Master Jack and Mistress Julie. We didn’t want any special treatment, anyway, and we didn’t get much this time around. Things might change by the end of the week, especially once people learned their place in the social hierarchy, but folks were still working that out.

Yes, in case you wondered, I did get fucked by a couple of guys in quickies, making me late, and Bert had to screw the new exchange student from Japan, Ayumi Yamashita. That made him late, though Coach Aletheia Venizelos, the Gym teacher who was also the coach of all of the girls’ sports teams (where did she find the time for that and such an active sex life?), only made us do five laps and take five swats each as a punishment. At least we were in the class together, even if not with Master Jack or Mistress Julie, who had fulfilled their Gym credits for the senior year and were now in Health class instead.

The gym was a cacophony of sounds: the squeaks of sneakers on the hardwood floor, the clanging of weights in the distance, and the occasional smack of a basketball hitting the hoop. Coach Venizelos was a tall, muscular woman with a no-nonsense attitude and a penchant for short shorts and tight t-shirts that left little to the imagination. She had us all line up for stretching exercises, making sure to give us a good look at her toned, athletic body as she bent over to demonstrate. She was also pregnant, but it wouldn’t show this early on, thank whichever God might exist (as a Bosnian, I had both Croat Catholics and Bosniak Muslims in my family tree, though I was skeptical of both Christianity and Islam by now).

“By the way, don’t forget, you have to change and shower in the opposite sex rooms, guys,” Venizelos teased us, not that I could forget that fact, nor Bert, “now that the Program students have been duly punished, they get to choose the players for today’s sport ... dodgeball. Bert gets a team and so does Tamara, and everyone plays, so you end up on one team or another.”

The room was ablaze with excitement and anticipation as we picked our teams. Some students were eager to play with us, while others looked nervous about the prospect of getting too close. The coach looked on with a smirk, enjoying the power dynamics that were clearly on display. As the only two naked players and the team captains, Bert and I definitely stood out. We also made a point of being fair, both of us, picking plenty of both sexes, though that meant that Claire Donovan, the cheerleading captain, and her fiance, Kevin Connally, ended up on opposing teams.

The game began, and it was clear that our lack of clothing was giving us an advantage, distraction being the name of the game. Every time I dodged a ball thrown by Claire, I’d wiggle my ass, making her blush and miss her next throw. Bert had the same strategy with Kevin, though his bobbing dick was a bit more distracting than my swaying breasts. The gym echoed with laughter and gasps as we both scored points for our respective teams.

In the end, though, I won by getting Bert, since his size was actually a disadvantage, making him a bigger target. He was a good sport, though, and as it was the end of the school day, he took a bunch of us over across the street after school to the nearby food truck that he found, which was a fundraiser for the boys’ teams and thus its owners were prepared for our nudity. I got a Polish sausage, which just sounded good, while Bert got a bratwurst and I frankly couldn’t blame him for that.