Norman Academy

The Norman Academy château spans three main floors and two basement levels. The third floor is reserved for student residential life. The second for teaching. The first houses administration, dining, and supervised relaxation areas. In the basement, technical storage precedes the sports complex: fitness rooms, dance and pole dance studios, an indoor swimming pool, and the disciplinary dungeon.

The start of term was still a few days away. Emma kissed her boyfriend Ben one last time. He had been her childhood love, and she had truly loved him. But she had spent almost a year at the academy, and today she was no longer the same Emma she had once been.

She remembered the little girl who used to cry, and Ben who would come and hold her in his arms. She remembered that voice full of distress calling on the phone, always finding a kind ear. Her stepfather used to beat her often, because her very existence was proof of an adulterous love. And Ben had always been there to comfort her. Thanks to him, she had been able to get through that stormy period of her life.

They had spent the summer holidays together. And Emma was now certain she no longer shared his feelings. They had lived through powerful moments together, but he was also a painful reminder of her past traumas. She now saw him as a life preserver strapped to her arm while she walked through a field of wildflowers.

The two stayed wrapped in each other's arms, making the most of their final moments. Ben had to stand on his tiptoes, for Emma was a tall blonde who, in heels, stood over six feet. With him, she preferred to wear flat shoes so as not to tower over him. But to enter the academy grounds, she had to wear her uniform.

— Are you sure about this? Is it really what you want?

Ben looked at Emma with imploring eyes. But all he saw was determination in the olive eyes of his beloved.

— We won't be seeing each other for a year, Ben. For both our sakes, I think it's better that we go our separate ways.

— But I love you, Emma! I can wait for you.

— I'm sorry…

Then she stepped out of his embrace and added:

— Thank you for bringing me here.

— Take care of yourself, Emma.

Emma turned to leave, dragging her suitcase as it rattled noisily across the gravel car park. She heard the car start up and pull away, then cast one last glance in its direction before walking toward the imposing château.

She felt utterly exhausted. After spending a good part of the night making love with Ben and then enduring six hours in the car, she couldn't wait to settle in and catch her breath.

After unlocking the door with her badge, Emma stepped into her new room. She noticed that the other two beds were already claimed, their surfaces strewn with belongings in disarray. She let out a sigh, exasperated at the prospect of living with messy girls.

The academy spared no expense when it came to providing its students with maximum comfort. The room was spacious and accommodated three occupants in good conditions. Each had a double bed, a laundry area, a desk, and a private bathroom.

She lay down on the bed for a moment, closed her eyes and breathed deeply, making the most of this brief respite. But after a few minutes, she heard footsteps and the sound of approaching voices. Emma quickly sat up, on her guard, bracing herself for the inevitable encounter.

The door opened and two girls walked in. One was still in her street clothes; the other was in the academy uniform. Their eyes met, and the girl with light brown hair and blue eyes opened the conversation:

— Hi! I'm Caroline, and this is Aurore.

Her smile was warm and childlike. Aurore gave a simple wave. Emma softened and got up from her bed to meet the girls.

— Emma, lovely to meet you. I'm in second year.

— Great to meet you too! We just had a look around and didn't run into any other students.

— That's normal — term doesn't start for another four days. I had to put in a special request to arrive today. What about you two? How come you're already here?

Aurore answered first:

— I came in person to apply for enrolment.

— And I arrived with Legos.

— Who's Legos?

— My dad!

Emma was taken aback. What kind of father would bring his daughter to a place like this?

— He's the new headmaster, Aurore added.

Emma's eyes went wide, and she was even more confused.

— I'm his personal escort girl, Caroline announced proudly.

— Oh, thank goodness!

Emma breathed a sigh of relief. Her situation had nothing to do with hers. Aurore, curious about what lay ahead, asked Emma:

— What will the classes be like?

— Listen, girls, I'm exhausted. If you want me to answer your questions, you're going to have to put in some work.

— What do you want us to do? Aurore asked, surprised.

— Simple — I'm going to lie down on the bed, and you're going to massage my poor, tired body. I'll answer your questions at the same time.

— Deal! Caroline exclaimed, amused.

— I… I don't know how to give a massage, Aurore hesitated.

— Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do.

Emma began to undress. She took off her tie and her shirt, then slid down her stockings before letting her miniskirt fall. Aurore couldn't take her eyes off her. Emma's breasts spilled slightly over the top of her black bra. The thong accentuated the curves of her backside. Aurore also noticed the small rolls and the slightly rounded belly. But as if Emma could read her thoughts, she said:

— I've let myself go a little during the holidays. But with the physical activities ahead of us, all of this will melt away like snow in the sun, she said, grabbing her little rolls.

Emma gathered her things and folded them neatly before setting them on her desk. She lay down on her stomach, beckoned the girls over, then gave her instructions:

— Caroline, you can sit on me and work on my shoulders, and Aurore, if you could take care of my calves, that would be perfect.

Caroline climbed onto Emma and placed a hand on each shoulder, then pressed firmly before releasing.

— Oh yes! Just like that, Emma praised, almost purring.

On her side, hesitant, Aurore pressed timidly on the calves.

— Put more force into it, Aurore. When you massage, you need to use your whole body, not just your arms. Lean in properly and use your weight.

Aurore did as she was told and rocked her torso forward in a pendulum motion.

— Yes, like that… Perfect.

Satisfied, Emma began to tell them about the start of term:

— When term begins, we'll all be gathered in the screening room for a general presentation of the school and its rules. After that, we'll be split into small groups to have our measurements taken.

— At first, you'll have a lot of theory classes: safety, disease prevention, and first aid. We spend a lot of time on anatomy.

Emma gave the girls a moment to take in the information and enjoy their massage, then continued:

— As I was saying, there's a lot of physical activity: yoga, karate, swimming, dance, pole dance. The hardest part in the first few weeks is the muscle soreness.

— What about those of us who aren't very sporty? Aurore asked, concerned about her own situation.

— The teachers always adapt their expectations to each student's abilities. But it's true that the less athletic ones are going to suffer more than the others.

— Switch legs, Aurore, and Caroline, move on to the arms, Emma said.

The girls obliged. Aurore was dreading how she would cope with all the sporting activities, while Caroline was already frustrated at the thought of sitting through all the theory.

— What about our sexual education? Caroline asked.

— Before I get to that, there's one last thing you need to know. Those who are still virgins have to go through a defloration ritual.

— What?! Aurore exclaimed, going bright red.

— Ah, I see we have one here, Emma said, amused.

— Yes, and it's a public ritual. All the girls will be together, and masked men in costume will come and take care of you while the other students watch.

Sensing that Aurore was unsettled, Emma added:

— Don't worry, Aurore. They're professionals, and they'll take their time to make sure you enjoy it. The feedback has been very positive and no one has been traumatised so far.

— Thank you, but it's still intimidating.

— And that's only the beginning! Once all the virgins have been taken care of, each girl will have a weekly performance to give.

— What kind of performance? Caroline asked.

— I'll get to that, but first — could you change position? Sit on my shoulder blades and work on my lower back with your thumbs. And Aurore, take hold of my thigh and press with both hands on either side.

Caroline settled astride the top of Emma's back, her legs spread as wide as possible to fit the shape of her. She could feel Emma breathing through her back. Her thumbs began tracing slow, deep circles…

Aurore moved a few centimetres closer. Emma could feel two warm palms pressing into her thigh, working their way gradually upward. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, relaxing further. Aurore was so close to her sex. There was nothing but that thin strip of black fabric standing between them, and she found herself blushing at her own racing imagination.

Emma kept her eyes closed to take in every sensation. She savoured the warm contact of Caroline, the delicate touch of Aurore, the lullaby murmured by their breathing...

— So? The performances? Caroline pressed, impatient.

— How to explain… Every week, we receive scenarios. For each one, we're offered roles to play. And brace yourselves: each role has prerequisites. For instance, being in first year, or being in second year with at least a Level 2 Yoga badge.

— What are these badges? Aurore asked.

— The teachers award them when they feel a student is sufficiently skilled. They can be given after an assessment, for example. It stops a student with no bondage experience from ending up suspended upside down in the splits.

— That scenario sounds fun, Caroline joked.

— For each role, you have a list of sexual practices to perform. The details are in the scenario itself.

— Each student has three wishes she can distribute among the roles she wants to play.

— What's the point of choosing harder roles? Aurore asked.

— Prestige points. The harder the role, the more points you earn.

— And what are they good for? Caroline asked.

— They're hugely important. They unlock privileges within the academy: massage sessions, trips into town on Sundays, access to premium menus at the restaurant… The full list is on the intranet.

— They also let students compete against each other. Every month, the top three in the rankings for each class receive rewards.

— And finally, once you're working professionally, they determine which assignments you can access. Those prestige points will keep growing through your missions.

Emma had said more or less everything; giving them more would be counterproductive. Caroline and Aurore continued the massage, quietly digesting the information they had just received.

What Emma didn't know was that the wish system wasn't reserved for students alone. Internal staff and external consultants used the same mechanism to take part in the roles set aside for them. The difference was that instead of prestige points, they received standard pay. Which meant that any teacher — or even the gardener — could get involved.

Emma let out a long, satisfied yawn and stretched her limbs the full length of the bed.

— Perfect, thank you! You've put me back together. I'm going to stay here and enjoy the after-massage glow.

Caroline got up. The prolonged contact on Emma's back, and the warmth they had shared, had left a trail of beaded sweat. She ran her palm over the damp skin, erasing the traces of her time there. Aurore stared hungrily at Emma's body. She so wanted to unclasp the bra, knead those shapely buttocks, or run her tongue over that offered skin… But she did nothing with her fantasies. Instead, she pulled up the blanket and covered Emma, as if sealing her own desire beneath it.