Chapter 2

For the past 150 years there has been an academy dedicated to the guarantee of stellar offspring. The government was tired of having less-desirables have children on a whim and instead decided to take matters into their own hands and create the Progeny Law. This law states that you must first ask the government for permission before having children, and pregnancies before being granted the permit for it would be forced to terminate to prevent the mass homelessness and unemployment that used to plague our older society. If you are caught forgoing the permit you will be “Sentenced to the highest order” this strictly meaning your option to have children ever again is taken away from you. How many permits you will be granted in your lifetime is completely dependent on your social class and how wealthy you are. Every permit is a ridiculously expensive venture and there is never guaranteed approval with every request. This being said you are only allowed to ask to be considered for the permit once a year.

With this being the new world order the higher classes began to become obsessed with the idea of creating the perfect generation of offspring. The government capitalized off of this, creating the Vicarian Academy. The entire reason for the Academy’s existence is to provide highly paid, respected and influential men with exceptional women who would help pass on their excellence to their heirs. These women are labelled as Vicaria, the Latin word for ‘Surrogate’. Highly appropriate seeing as these women are most often not wives and are solely used to further successful bloodlines. To ensure their excellence they are put through rigorous training, diet and schooling to maintain the school’s image of only procuring the best of the best for the men.

The school teaches you how to participate in intellectual conversation, carry yourself appropriately at any galas you may attend with your Dominus, keep a house clean and respectable while you remain at your tasking as well as many hobbies you will need to keep yourself occupied while fulfilling your role as Vicaria.

But most importantly how to please a man, in every sense of the word. They teach you how to stroke everything from a man’s ego to his cock. How even just a look can get a man in to bed with you, how you can continue on with your everyday tasks while using your body in such a way as to subtly cause certain thoughts to creep up on them. How simply leaning over their shoulder, your breasts brushing against them can send a shiver down their back. How to make them think about fucking you over the counter when all your doing is taking dinner out of the over. That is after all, the job.

While I was at the academy I excelled, I topped my academic courses as well as my arts and physical training. I was always told I would do very well as a Vicaria, my short stature and fit but curvy body attracted all men, even the teachers at the academy forbidden from ever using us without permission struggled to keep their hands off of me. A hand lingering a little longer than it needed to in physical training, hovering almost too close when reading my school work over my shoulder, or standing so close when reprimanding me there was barely an inch between my chest and theirs. Though they would never openly express their fantasies in fear of losing their jobs, they certainly made their desire obvious.

After I graduated at 19, a year behind schedule thanks to my less than golden attitude near the beginning of my entry to the academy, I was tasked to Adam Rivera. Renowned bachelor, multi-millionaire, owner of a massive Security firm, and man of mystery. Not much is known about him aside from the fact that he was brought up by his grandfather in a small suburb, and his other immediate family passed away when he was very young. His grandfather just passed away last year and the rumor going around the academy is that’s the sole reason he’s finally requested a Vicaria, not wanting to be alone.

After I learned of who I was being assigned to for my first time all teachings aside from Pleasure training ceased. For the month leading up to my departure from the Academy all I was told to focus on was that. The perfect things to say, the right way to bend over, the correct way to wear your uniform so that it’s both conservative and provocative. The right way to move your hips when you’re riding him, how to move your hands along him and to touch yourself to bring them visual stimulation as well as physical. It was all so cut and dry when I was taught. But my very first experience with him made almost all of the teaching obsolete, my reactions were natural not calculated. I learned my pleasure derived mostly from his but even then, we were never taught about the pleasure we would feel, we were taught that women could achieve orgasm but it was not something to expect. This being said the orgasm he had given me had been my first ever, but I hope to god it won’t be the last. Sure, I had touched myself in the past but I had never gotten to the point of climax.

These were all things that ran through my head as I laid beside him as he slept silently, the years of training and being told I would excel in the field, I now felt as though I was thrown into the deep end without the slightest idea of how to keep myself afloat.