Literotic asexstories – The Bureau of Pleasure Control Ch. 07 by KathrynLocksley,KathrynLocksley
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It was a few minutes before the end of Disciplinary Implements class, and Professor Lawrence was collecting the single-fall whips they’d been practicing with, while the students traded and graded each other’s targets.
Kristen and Zach had both succeeded in annihilating most of the center of their targets while keeping a full circle of unbroken paper around the edge. From what Kristen could see when she glanced to the side, most of the rest of the class had too.
The way Professor Lawrence kept bouncing on his toes and glancing at the clock told her this was not the last order of business for the day. She hoped they weren’t going to have to spend the final minutes practicing on their lowest-scoring classmate while waiting for dismissal.
“One more week,” Professor Lawrence said with a slow grin, stacking up the targets as the class passed them forward. “Are you excited?”
“Yes, sir,” the class answered in unison.
Chastity chains clinked against the hard chairs of the classroom, as the trainees shifted restlessly. Kristen gripped the edge of her desk and tried to look as desperate as if she’d been completely denied for months, like most of her classmates, instead of days, counting from the last time she and Zach had been able to sneak off alone together.
She did not look at Zach to check how well he was doing at the same performance.
“One more week to wrap up the discipline module,” Professor Lawrence continued, “before we move on to the pleasure module.”
The restlessness intensified. So did his smile.
“Right, and, incidentally, that’s also when you’ll all complete your mandatory deprivation period, and become eligible to spend points on pleasure for yourselves again. In case anyone hasn’t been counting.”
This prompted a nervous titter, which Kristen joined in on.
“I hope you’ve all been using this time to save up,” said Professor Lawrence.
The reactions to this were a little more varied. Some trainees nodded proudly, others ducked their heads and examined their desks.
Kristen had racked up a comfortable hundred and twenty points before quitting the taste-blocking experiment, and she was looking forward to spending them on some targeted vibration when the big day came. Not spending them would only attract suspicion, after all.
“For those of you who’ve been especially good, there’s an opportunity coming up that I think might interest you,” said Professor Lawrence.
The class waited in tense silence.
“As you’ve probably come to understand by now, your officer mentors are not some kind of all-powerful rogue agents. They’re humble servants of the Bureau, just like you. And they’re all due for routine evaluation. For five thousand points, you can turn the tables for a day and be the one to conduct that evaluation.”
The room filled with breathless silence.
“For some of you, this will mean a chance to discipline someone who’s made the last three months especially hard on you,” said Professor Lawrence. “For others, it will allow you new ways to please someone you’ve been trying to impress. Or, it might just be a chance to get straight answers to any lingering questions you have for your mentors.”
Kristen’s desperate grip on her desk became suddenly sincere. Those hundred and twenty points on her chastity device’s counter suddenly felt pitiful.
“How many of you haven’t been quite as good as you’d like?” asked Professor Lawrence.
Kristen heard a forest of other hands rise into the air, along with hers.
“Good news, then,” said Professor Lawrence. “We have some VIPs looking to schedule their visits, and we have multiple openings for volunteers to act as skin girls, skin boys, and skin enbies for them. Point value for this service depends on the actual contents of the visits, but it averages in the tens of thousands. The upper record is over a billion. Any takers?”
Kristen shot her hand back into the air.
Fewer other hands joined her this time, some of them shaking with uncertainty, but there were still enough that Professor Lawrence had to take a moment to count them.
“Wonderful. Tap your tablets to mine on your way out, and you’ll receive the full instructions,” said Professor Lawrence. “Dismissed.”
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“Not trying for the mentor eval?” Kristen asked Zach, who had decidedly not touched his tablet to Professor Lawrence’s.
“No, I’m not planning on doing an extra gross job for the Bureau, so that I can buy the honor of doing a different unpaid job for the Bureau,” Zach answered as they walked the noisy corridor back toward the barracks.
“Are you going to try to talk me out of it, then?” Kristen teased.
“If you want to do the eval session that bad…” Zach sighed. “I don’t get it. But you already know what I can give you, and it’s not that. So….”
He made an effort at not saying anything for several steps.
“You do know what it means, right?” he asked. “Being a skin girl?”
“Of course,” said Kristen. “I mean, I know the basics.”
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The visitor room Kristen was assigned to report to for skin girl service was significantly more comfortable than the standard ones she was used to.
Instead of a steel table and chairs, there was an actual bed, like one might find in a hotel, surrounded by couches, end tables, and a drink cart. An armoire stood open, displaying a selection of pleasure and punishment tools as if there were no concern at all of them being misused. The whole scene suggested long, leisurely evenings more than appointments in a federal office.
Kristen’s ID card had successfully opened the door, and no one else was there yet, so she settled onto one of the couches, turned on her tablet screen, and snuck in a few minutes of study for her finals.
The next person to enter was Officer Deacon.
She startled visibly when her eyes fell on Kristen. “What the hell are you doing here?” she hissed.
“I volunteered,” said Kristen. “Are you conducting the appointment?”
“No,” Officer Deacon answered through her teeth.
“You’re not the VIP I’m serving, are you?” Kristen asked, momentarily hopeful.
“No,” Officer Deacon repeated.
It took Kristen a moment to realize what possibility that left. “You volunteered too?”
“I have the right to earn extra points,” said Officer Deacon with a hand on her hip.
“No one said you didn’t,” said Kristen.
Officer Deacon sighed heavily and pinched her nose at the bridge of her glasses. “Okay, this is what’s happening, then. Just, hang back, I’ll take the brunt of it as much as I can. We’ll tell them you’re only here as an understudy.”
“No!” said Kristen. “I have the right to earn extra points too. I need them more than you do. Being a trainee doesn’t count as point-worthy work.”
“I gave you a way to earn extra points!”
“I want these points,” Kristen held her ground.
She left out the incentive of getting to perform Officer Deacon’s eval. Part of the fun would be getting to surprise her with an easier, friendlier meeting than she was probably expecting from her higher-ups.
“Why do you have to–?”
Officer Deacon’s question ended when the door opened, and another officer entered, holding the door for two men.
The first was tall, lanky, and dressed in a crisp business suit. He looked to be in his late forties, perhaps very healthy fifties. A goofy smile and springy step helped soften what could have been an intimidating figure.
The second almost made Kristen giggle with how nicely things were coming together. That one, close to thirty now and in a plain white t-shirt and jeans, was definitely Nick Holland.
Nick Holland had starred in about half of the blockbuster teen movies Kristen had devoured not too many years ago. The plots were almost all the same, all about Nick’s character growing up and discovering his self-discipline and respect for society just in time to save something, a town, a rec center, sometimes a planet, from seductive hedonists. Kristen’s favorite part had always been watching him take a gulp and deliver the final monologue, full of quiet strength and resolve. He could be far more seductive than whoever he was fighting, which, in retrospect, she supposed had been the intent.
If Nick Holland was one of the VIPs, Professor Lawrence really should have led with that when pitching the skin girl job.
“Make yourselves comfortable, help yourselves to the refreshments,” the officer told the men, gesturing them to the couches and drink cart. “These are the girls, Kristen and Leila.”
Officer Deacon nodded stiffly. Kristen waved brightly at the men, enjoying being introduced next to Officer Deacon as if they were equals.
“I hope they’re all you’ve been envisioning,” said the other officer. Vichy, her ID tag said.
Nick gave them both a faintly appraising look. His tall companion returned Kristen’s wave and said, “I’m sure they’ll both be lovely. Hi, girls, I’m Noah. You might know my client, Nick.”
“For this kind of visit, I’m mainly here to facilitate,” said Officer Vichy. “As soon as you gentlemen are ready, we’ll get you both unlocked, and from there, your only job is to enjoy yourselves. The girls will, of course, stay locked up. Gents, you’re free to ask them for anything you want, so long as it’s possible and reasonably safe. Girls, you’re free to say no, but for every request you fulfill, you’ll receive twice the points you got for the previous one, starting from one. A refusal breaks your streak. As you can imagine, the most daringly obedient skin girls, boys, and others can reap significant rewards, which is how we’re able to provide outstanding citizens such as yourselves,” she looked to the men, “with such an indulgent unlocking experience.”
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