Sitting on one of the couches was Professor Lornah. Her student, Lorn, was sitting stiffly on the floor beside her and giving her a foot massage. He appeared to be wholly into this task—so much so that he didn’t even look up when Professor Torella led them into the room.
Vicky frowned at the ongoing foot massage—was that the way things were done here at Priima Belle or was this some kind of illicit activity? She would never have accepted a foot massage from a student herself—it would have been way over the line of propriety. But Professor Lornah seemed to feel this service on the part of her student was her due. Or at least, the sour, bored expression on her face seemed to indicate it was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Oh, Lornah, there you are!” Torella exclaimed. “I thought you’d be in the flower grove. You usually head right there the minute you come over!”
“I couldn’t find it,” Professor Lornah said tightly. “Apparently it’s been moved since the last time I visited you.”
“Well, of course it has!” Torella exclaimed, laughing brightly. “That’s the fun of it—finding it again!”
“Yes, I was most amused,” Lornah snapped, sounding anything but. “Do you mind if we get on with this? You asked me here to witness if Professor Victoria is a good teacher or not and it’s already late. You know how long these types of trials can go on for!”
“Oh yes, of course. But you know, I thought we might all sit and have a nice little after dinner drink first—you know, just to get loosened up?” Torella asked. “After all, Professor Vicky and her student might not be used to performing for an audience—even if it is just an audience of two.”
Professor Lornah gave her a level look.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink tonight, Torella? If you have much more it won’t be safe for you to get into the pleasure enhancement pool.”
Vicky watched this exchange with mounting concern. Perform for an audience? Pleasure enhancing pool? What exactly was going on here?
She had a bad feeling she was about to find out.
“Very well.” Professor Torella gave her colleague a sulky look. “No drinks then. I vow, Lornah, you get more boring every year! One would think that anyone who based her studies in something as lovely and delicious as cake would be more fun!”
“I don’t only study cakes and pastries, I also study the dishes they are plated on!” Lornah reminded her tartly. “And I couldn’t study anything if I drank half as much as you do!”
Vicky thought Torella might get angry at this, but she only honked a laugh through her beaky nose and tossed back her bright pink hair.
“Oh Lornah, you’re always in the doldrums—it’s so droll to be around you—really it is.”
Vicky didn’t think it was fun to be around Lornah at all, but of course no one had asked her.
“Um—should we have a seat?” she asked, wishing to end the argument and also trying to figure out what came next.
“I suppose it won’t hurt to relax for a bit before we start,” Torella remarked, though Lornah looked like she wanted to object. She settled herself on the couch beside the other professor and snapped her fingers for her students. “Come here, boys,” she demanded. “Come here and get me all warmed up for a dip in the pleasure enhancement pool.”
As she spoke, she opened the teaching slits in her fluttery gown and exposed a pair of rather improbably large breasts for her skinny frame.
Vicky watched from the corner of her eye—because she was trying not to look directly at this strange sight—as Torella’s two students sank down on either side of her. Then each took one a nipple in his mouth and started sucking.
Okay, this was way, way over the line that should exist between a teacher and a student, Vicky thought with dismay. What the hell was going on here?
“Excuse me,” she said and cleared her throat.
“Yes?” Torella looked up casually. She was idly running her fingers through the hair of both the blond and brunette students as they continued to suck her nipples. It was clear she had absolutely no shame at all about what was going on.
“Um what are you…why are you letting them do that to you?” Vicky asked, motioning with one hand. “I mean, why are your students, uh…”
“Sucking my nipples?” Torella finished for her. “Why, because I’m teaching them how to be good lovers, of course! And part of that is paying proper attention to a woman’s breasts and nipples, as I’m sure you’ll agree.”
“Why even have the teaching slits in the gown if you’re not going to use them?” Lornah asked sharply, joining in the conversation. Then she looked down at her student. “Ah, that’s right, Lorn my pet,” she murmured, stroking his head as he continued to suck her right nipple. “You’re learning very well. See—I told you not to worry about that little stutter of yours. Any woman you’re with after I finish with you will be happy to use your talented tongue for much more important things than talking.”
Vicky thought she was beginning to catch on to what was happening here but it was so strange—so alien—that she felt she had to be sure. But she had to be careful finding out, she thought—she didn’t want to alert the other women that she wasn’t exactly up to speed on these kinds of “teaching methods.”
“I see,” she said to Professor Torella. “Er…I think maybe your educational system here on Priima Belle is a little different from the one we employ where
