Chapter 3

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. I got fucked at least a dozen times a day, and I was finally doing pretty well in “school.” I joked around with the other girls. I ate my roommate’s pussy when I got bored.

I rarely got in trouble, which was only because I wanted to see what the cage was like. Trust me, it’s cramped, and I ended up with waffle imprints on my ass from the metal bars. It is definitely no fun to be stuck in there with a dildo shoved in your mouth and asshole while all the other students enjoy lunch.

I didn’t keep an eye on my tuition, but I knew I had made a surplus. In another year, I’d be able to afford my own apartment, and I would have the freedom to pursue my dreams of being a comedian and a podcaster. I’d probably fuck for money on the side to keep the cash flow coming in – and because honestly, I really liked sex. It didn’t matter if it was with some bald guy or some fat guy or some fat, bald guy. If he had a cock and wanted to pay to bang me, I would fuck him.

Most guys weren’t very creative. They creamed inside me and told me how pretty I was and then left. There were a few who were sadistic or who liked bizarre kinks like sniffing my asshole or sucking my toes. I found those to be the most amusing. I didn’t like getting bruises or welts, but all the girls had them, and it was a badge of honor.

We weren’t always captive in the school building either. They let us out to go shopping and have fun on weekends once we proved we were not a flight risk. It had taken me four months to get to that stage. One night we went to a Hibachi steak house together. They didn’t I.D. us, and we were pretty drunk on those fruity drinks they serve in coconuts. We flirted with the chef, and Dumpling flashed him her tits. I loved how bold she was. I was becoming bold like her, and I could pretend to be a bimbo when I really needed to turn off my brain and just focus on sucking cocks.

That night we ended up getting our nipples pierced at this tattoo parlor. Dumpling had a wild hair to get a tattoo of her name on her ass. I was shocked that she embraced “Dumpling” enough to get it tattooed. She told me, “This is the wildest time of my life. Dumpling is a part of me now. I don’t want to be eighty years old and ashamed of what I did. I want to keep this part of me with me all the time.”

“Fuck it,” I said and asked for my name to be tattooed on my ass. In retrospect, putting “Fart Sniffer” on my butt wasn’t wise. A lot of guys thought it was an invitation to suck a fart out of my ass. Whatever floats their boat, am I right?

I didn’t think about my old life anymore. I didn’t think about my parents. I did fuck my cousin Jeremy a few more times. He dropped any pretense of not knowing who I was and pretending it was just bad luck he ended up with me again. I didn’t mind – he had a nice pecker.

I lost track of the seasons. It was cold in Chicago almost all year round. I didn’t even realize it was close to Christmas until Dumpling told me she was going home for Christmas Break. “What? Why? You expect something from Santa Claus?”

Dumpling told me they close the school for two weeks to “Clean out the crabs.” She was just joking. We had regular S.T.D. checks to prevent us from getting diseases. “The school doesn’t do much business over the holidays. I guess guys like to spend time with their wives and family at that time,” she smiled as she waved goodbye and walked downstairs naked.

I assumed I’d be spending the break alone in my room. After the last time, my parents visited and saw me naked, I assumed they would be too embarrassed to come get me and bring me home. I assumed wrong.

Ghislaine slapped my naked ass and told me to go downstairs. “There is someone waiting for you,” she said. She gave me some new clothes to wear home. It wasn’t much – some hot shorts and a tank top. She told me they burned my old clothes because they were ugly. I had to admit – they were pretty ugly clothes.

“Hello, Mom and Dad,” I waved as I walked into the lobby and saw my parents standing there. They looked so out of place in this broken-down old school. “Hi Bobby,” I waved at my little brother. He had another growth spurt, and he was already taller than me. It seemed strange to me how much older he looked and how I hadn’t changed at all.

“Hey Esther,” he waved.

“That’s not my name any longer,” I informed them. Ghislaine told me that I didn’t have to use the name I had at the academy when I was at home.

“It’s fine. You want us to embrace our new life, and there is no point in pretending nothing has changed. My name is Fart Sniffer,” I quipped. It was the nickname I went by at school, and everyone who knew me called me that now.

“That can’t really be your name,” my mom was horrified.

“Your name is Doll Face,” Ghislaine reminded me that my official name in the academy register was Doll Face. Only customers called me that now and my regulars called me fart face/fart sniffer. No one knew me as Esther was all that mattered. The anonymity of not answering to my old name had emboldened me and made it easier to embrace this impossibly strange new ‘education’ I was receiving.

“Doll Face?” my Dad seemed pleased. He told me that I did have a doll face and offered to hug me. I was reluctant at first. I had a lot of anger about his decision to send me to this place without even asking me first. I had enjoyed my time at the school, though, and I was learning a lot -while making money. I hugged him and then I hugged my mother.

Bobby looked so awkward standing there watching. We were close. I love my brother. However, we were never huggy/kissy types. We had other ways of teasing each other to show affection. I hugged him anyway.