Dark Erotic Fiction

I thought this was going to be a sucky year, because my folks decided that I need to learn some sort of ‘life skills’ instead of just hanging out playing games with my friends. So I had to sign up for some sort of lame ass “Work for credit” program at school.

So, there I was, two weeks before school really starts, looking over the list of places that I can apply at, and holy shit “Spellbook S&G” is listed, with just the industry listed as “Slaving”. That can’t be! I signed up for it as my first choice! I mean, damn! I turned in my papers to the counselors office and was told that they would get back to me about when my interviews would be. Like I cared about any of them other than the first one!

Two days later I get a phone call from the school. I’m to report to the school for some sort of pre test for the work program. Damn, what ever. I get there, and am told to report to room 212a, which sucks, because that’s the metal shop. I must have missed out on the Slaver thing, damn!

I get to the metal shop, and there is a TV camera crew setting up lights and stuff. There are about 10 guys from the senior class hanging out in the hallway. I can see the flash of the welding machines. I’m told to wait a few minutes. After they get the lights all set up and I hear some cranking noises the guy that seems to be in charge comes out and waves us in.

Once we get inside the metal shop, well, I popped wood, or maybe steel. All the cheerleaders that graduated last year are in there, complete nude and hanging by their wrists over the work area! Maybe I didn’t miss out! This is way fucking cool.

The camera crew is filming us freak out about the girls, but after 2 or 3 minutes this hot looking chick in a “The Torture Channel” tee shirt comes up to us, waving the camera guys to not film her “Hi guys, welcome to reality TV, I’m going to make you a star!”