Norman Academy

The training contract stipulates that the student is remunerated throughout her two years of training: €16,000 gross in the first year, then €28,000 in the second. It also specifies the obligation for the enrolling party to maintain an exclusive contractual arrangement with the academy for a period of five years. The exclusivity clause may be voided by an expulsion decision issued by the institution, or by the payment of a fixed indemnity of €200,000. In the event of withdrawal during training, the indemnity amount will be calculated based on time spent and may be renegotiated between both contracting parties.

— Are you from the Mont Tesson family? The one that ranks among the greatest fortunes in France?

— Yes, unfortunately I was born into it… We're only 35th on the list.

Two women sat facing each other in a large, old-fashioned office. An incense burner diffused a soft jasmine fragrance that mingled with the scent of the wooden furniture.

— And your parents have agreed to let you come here?

The woman asking the questions was seated behind the desk. Her face was mature yet unlined. She wore an elegant light grey skirt suit with a white blouse. A small red scarf partially concealed an unusual ornament: a black leather collar. The badge pinned near her chest read "Marie-Anne Beautin."

— They have no choice, I'm an adult now.

The woman opposite had a youthful face. She was dressed like a skateboarder: baggy jeans, an oversized jumper, and trainers on her feet. Despite her loose-fitting clothes, Marie-Anne could make out her beautiful rounded figure beneath. The black nail varnish on her fingers matched her hair perfectly, giving her the allure of a dark beauty.

— Aurore, you're well aware that if we go against your parents' wishes, we should expect resistance from them.

— I…

Aurore fell silent, embarrassed. The morning sunlight streamed through the large bay windows and caressed her skin. The small diamond set in her rounded nose sparkled with a thousand colours.

— Let's be frank. Your family can open any door for you. You're very pretty — you'll have any man you want. Why here?

Marie-Anne waited for the answer. Behind her severe glasses, her sharp green eyes scrutinised the young woman. Aurore lowered her gaze and crossed her legs. Touched by the compliment, her cheeks flushed.

— My family is very Catholic. And you know, they try to keep the family wealth through arranged marriages within the family… I don't want to end up as a housewife married to a cousin.

Her hands, resting on her thighs, closed into fists. After a brief silence, Aurore took a breath, relaxed, and continued:

— The reason I'm here is because I want to become a porn star!

Marie-Anne adjusted her glasses. It was her unconscious habit for masking her emotions. Inwardly, she was crying out: What a breath of fresh air, this Aurore! — with a mixture of warmth and amusement.

— Very well. From this point on, I'll be asking you some intimate questions. I hope you'll answer them honestly.

— I'm listening.

Aurore sensed she had a chance. She straightened in her chair, shoulders back, ready to hold her ground.

— Relax, no need to tense up. I'd like to know whether you've had any sexual experiences?

— Does masturbation count?

— No.

— None then, Aurore replied, embarrassed.

Marie-Anne adjusted her glasses a second time and slowly crossed her legs, as if to contain a shiver. Learning that Aurore was so pure and untouched both excited and exasperated her.

— You mentioned masturbation. Do you do it often?

— Yes, at least once a day. I always keep my favourite toy in my bag.

Marie-Anne's heart quickened, like the rush of an adrenaline surge. She leaned forward to ask:

— Did you masturbate today?

— Yes… I was in first class on the train, so…

— Aren't you afraid of being caught?

— A little, but that's exactly what makes it… exciting.

For the first time, Aurore saw Marie-Anne smile. It was a discreet but genuine smile. Aurore returned it, rubbing the back of her neck, a little flustered.

— And how did you discover masturbation?

Aurore went still. Lost in thought, her gaze drifted into the distance for a moment before returning.

— When I was 13, my best friend Julie and I climbed up into my attic. We each had a doll and used them to rub against ourselves.

— So young! You had an early sexuality. Did your friend become your lover?

— Although I prefer men, I would have loved to be with her, Aurore admitted wistfully, leaning back in her chair.

— What stopped you?

— My father, she replied curtly.

— One day, he caught us in the act in our secret hideout. He told Julie's parents everything and forbade us from seeing each other again.

— What a shame. You had the beginnings of a remarkable story right there.

— What can you do, that's just how it is!

Aurore shrugged with a smile that mingled resignation and nostalgia.

— Thank you for sharing that so openly. Before we conclude this interview, I need to assess your physical attributes. It's a mandatory step for any admission.

Marie-Anne waited for her reaction, her expression remaining serious and authoritative. Aurore hesitated, then finally asked:

— You want me to undress?

— Please — I don't have the ability to see through clothing, Marie-Anne ventured, allowing herself a touch of humour.

— Stand up and show me what you have.

Aurore obeyed. She stood up and began lifting her jumper. Her waist and the shape of her breasts became more defined beneath her little pink vest. She set her jumper on the desk and continued by unfastening her belt. After a few clicks, the baggy trousers slid to the floor, revealing her legs and a pair of pink knickers adorned with a little black bow.

— You're actually rather elegant, commented Marie-Anne with a slight smile.

— Everything off, please, she added.

Her cheeks flushed, Aurore removed her vest to reveal a full, round pair of breasts. Her knickers, the last barrier to her modesty, fell too, uncovering a dark thatch of hair and a sex whose lips protruded slightly.

Marie-Anne studied her from head to toe, attending to every detail like an expert appraising her merchandise. Aurore was about five foot three, a fairly standard height. Her shoulders were rather broad for a woman.

She paused at her chest. Quite generous — a 32DD, she guessed. The shape was nicely round, but what caught her attention were the nipples, drawn inward. Her expression grew serious:

— That's a concern…

— Is something wrong?

— Do your nipples come out when you're aroused?

— Yes…

Aurore felt self-conscious that this flaw, which had always bothered her, was being pointed out.

— May I check?

— What are you going to do?

— Oh, nothing much — just stimulate you a little.

— Very well, alright.

Marie-Anne moved closer to Aurore and slowly caressed her breasts. Then she leaned down, brought her lips to the nipple and sucked. An impulse like an electric charge shot through Aurore, who squeezed her eyes shut and let out a small cry.

The nipple came out easily. Marie-Anne took the opportunity to trace its outline with the tip of her tongue. Satisfied, she moved to repeat the process, then realised it was unnecessary.

— There we go, those lazy little things are awake now, said Marie-Anne with amusement, then added:

— We don't accept inverted nipples, but your case is mild and perfectly acceptable.

Aurore exhaled with relief. The inspection was continuing and she was keeping her fingers crossed that there were no disqualifying flaws.

Marie-Anne now turned her attention to the hips. They were quite wide and contrasted beautifully with her slender torso.

— Turn around, please.

— Yes, ma'am.

Aurore turned, her stomach knotting. She felt Marie-Anne's gaze on her and felt a little ashamed to be showing this neglected part of herself. Indeed, Marie-Anne found her buttocks a little soft and low-set, but she was not disappointed. In her view, Aurore had curves, and that was enough. The rest was the academy's work — to cut this rough diamond.

— You may get dressed, Mademoiselle Mont Tesson.

Aurore put her things back on and settled once more in front of Marie-Anne.

— You should know that you have good potential. But your family situation remains problematic.

Marie-Anne crossed her arms and her expression hardened. Aurore's heart sank. Her family's hold on her crushed her wherever she went.

— I'm inclined to support you, but the final decision isn't mine alone. The new headmaster has just arrived. Wait here — I'm going to put your case to him.

Aurore gave a small, timid nod. Marie-Anne stood and left the office. The young dark-haired woman couldn't help but notice her toned calves, sheathed in elegant stockings that extended down to black heels. The door closed with a sharp click, leaving Aurore alone to appreciate the sound of silence.

The office looked out onto a bucolic landscape, dotted with trees of all sizes, from shrubs to great oaks. In the distance, a lake lent the place a peaceful, contemplative quality. Aurore had always loved looking at trees. Their branches opened like the welcoming arms of a lover.

Her reverie was interrupted when the door opened. Marie-Anne entered first, followed by a tall, middle-aged man and then a young girl with light brown hair who looked to be about the same age as Aurore.

Aurore stood, and they exchanged brief greetings. The man settled behind the desk while the two women remained standing on either side of him, like bodyguards.

The headmaster clasped his hands on the desk and leaned toward Aurore.

— You're Jérôme's daughter?

Aurore's eyes widened in surprise.

— You know my father?

The headmaster burst out laughing.

— I'm Legos Dumas. I met your father during our studies at Sciences Po.

Aurore's expression darkened. She hadn't expected to find an ally of her father here… least of all in the most decisive position of all.

— Please… I don't want to go back to my parents.

— I'm afraid you may have to resign yourself to that.

Aurore felt her stomach tighten, and tears began to rise. She looked down at the floor, overcome with disappointment.

— Papa! Stop pretending. You're torturing her!

The young girl beside Legos tugged at his arm with a reproachful look.

Legos burst out laughing again before leaning toward Aurore.

— You're admitted, he said simply.

Aurore was silent for a moment. Tears were now streaming down her face. Between two ragged breaths, she managed to murmur a thank you.

— Satisfied, Caroline?

In answer, Caroline gave him a kiss on the cheek.

— She'll be with you. Take her to drop off her things, then show her around.

Caroline hurried over to Aurore with a smile, and the two left the office hand in hand.

— Monsieur Dumas, with her, problems will be inevitable.

— There will always be problems, Mademoiselle Beautin, and always people capable of solving them.