Bimbo Academy- The Complete Series

by Jen Eastwood

  Kate rubbed a hand over her bracelet and smiled. “Well, I'm glad it's you and not that old man.”

  “Bullshit,” I started walking back toward my office, “you'll marry the first old fart who doesn't ask for a prenup.”

  Her voice came from the same spot she'd been in. “You know I'm more than just a girl you had a crush on. I know you don't think that about me.”

  I turned around when I got to the door. “To tell the truth, I didn't think that about you.” I opened it and put one foot in my office. “In all the years since we last met, I didn't think about you at all.”

  I let her frown, slamming the door behind me. Even with the worst parts of her ripped out and crushed in my hands, she still managed to insult me.

  I crashed into my office chair and saw the note on my desk. I picked up the memo-sized sheet and leaned back.

  FINISH the examination. Our health regimen facilitates this.

  Finish? I heard the door open behind me. No damn way.

  My chair titled back even further. Kate snatched the paper out of my hand and pulled it behind my head. “Oh wow, I didn't know it went that far.”

  “Don't sound so excited, you barely even know me.”

  Her arms wrapped around my neck. “I've known you for years, Alex. Besides, didn't you tell me to be a good, little slut?”

  It was light-years beyond evil, little terror, at least. “I didn't sign up for that.”

  “The Headmaster administers exams, including the entrance exam for the second year. Didn't they tell you anything?”

  “That was an exam to see if you passed your first year. You passed.”

  I expected her to hurl insults again, but instead I got a nibble on my earlobe. “And you grade me on where I stand for year two. It happens all over again to see if I'm ready to leave.”

  I knew Anya wouldn't kill me since she had to know about it. Still, my grandfather really threw Kate at me for this? “This is fucked.”

  “No, the point's for us to fuck,” she slithered around the chair, “and I want out of here sooner rather than later.”

  “I can't make the call on sending you off ahead of schedule.”

  “I know,” her fingers wrapped around the rise in my pants, “I do.”

  “No, that's not how it works either.”

  “Rule seven of the Smolensky Finishing Academy Exam Code: 'A student may be placed in advanced course for year two if the exam is completed in two minutes or less from the time of initiation.”

  “No, no, hell no.”

  Kate started easing herself into my lap, her legs over one side of the chair, arms around my neck again. “Do you have any choice?”

  I knew the feeling from the back room had gone away completely, for me at least. “If you want me to be honest, yeah, I do.”

  Kate jerked her head back. “I'm ready to move on, and I need you play along so I can do that.”

  “That's not you talking.”

  She leaned her head on my shoulder. “So what? I look a lot happier now, don't I?”

  I couldn't deny it. Every girl in that courtyard the day before looked like they'd rather be anywhere else. “So what's with the mood swing?”

  “I realized there's no point in fighting what I'm supposed to be.” Kate unwrapped her arms and slid down my lap until her knees were on the floor. “You got me there.”

  Something broke in her head. “I don't know what came over me. That room changes people.”

  “Do I look like I care?” Kate pinched my zipper pull with two fingers. “I know you're ready to go.”

  I wanted to stop her, but my shaft was out by the time I built up the willpower. “Seriously, I don't want this.”

  “I do.” She took care not to actually touch my dick. “Come on, Alex. Fuck me like you still hate me.”

  Hell, I feel sorry for you now. I watched her stand up and rest her ass on the edge of the desk. “If I do, that means I'm alright with this. I'm not.”

  “But I am.” Kate scooted back and put her feet on top of the desk, her legs open like a book. “This is the first test I've wanted to ace.”

  “So the second year is about using your body to get your way.” If I was right, this was a messed up way to earn extra credit.

  “If I give you what you want, I get what I want. What's wrong with that?” Kate started working herself up, her fingers massaging the top of her neat, shaved cunt.

  If it were offered to me in any other context before I came to the academy, I wouldn't dream of turning her down. “You're still kind of a bitch.” I stood up and put my hands on the desk.

  Kate's face was inches from my own as she grinned like a Cheshire cat. “You've never had a good hate-fucking, have you?”

  It didn't surprise me that she probably had already. Kate grabbed the hourglass as I said, “I hope I knock you up, out of spite.” It was fucked up and harsh of me to say, but she was pressing every button. And the worst part is, I knew she was doing it to get her way.

  “Don't worry, they put us on birth control as soon as we get here.” She flipped the hourglass and shot herself forward, taking half of my cock into herself. “You'd better fuck me like you want to ruin my life, though.”

  I plucked the glass out of her hand and sat it on the corner of the desk. My hands wrapped around Kate's upper arms as I slung myself all the way inside. “Go to hell.”

  Her legs wrapped around my back, locking me inside the slickest, hottest pussy I'd ever felt. Kate began thrusting her own hips, forcing me against every nook until her head rocked back.

  I didn't want her working out more hate than me. Letting go of her arms, I grabbed her throat with one hand, the front of her bra with the other. It was enough leverage to keep me ripping in and out.

  Fingernails dug into my sides. Kate's lower lip disappeared under her teeth. Even through makeup, the growing blush in her face came through.

  Fucking hell. I knew birth control wasn't guaranteed safety. Maybe if I plowed her hard enough, something would grow in that field.

  “Harder, you sad shit!”

  My knuckles went white as I gripped her throat with both hands. Whether I choked her out or not, I didn't care.

  It only tempted a look of pure satisfaction out of her. Kate's nails dug harder into my skin, right on the verge of drawing blood.

  I felt it rushing in on me. Pounding myself into her like I was cramming an hour of fucking her brains out into a moment, I had myself at the point of collapse. Definitely a sprint instead of a marathon.

  Her voice came out ragged as a saw blade as it fought to get past my grip. “That's it! Come inside me you piece of trash.”

  My body flamed out in one last burst. My arms and abs burned like after the first time at the gym. The folds of silk around my shaft had finally won out.

  “Yeah, that's it.” Kate pulled one of my hands up as my strength gave out, sucking on my thumb like a worshiped cock. “Give me all that cum.”

  Weak and shaking at the knees, I fought to push myself to her deepest limit. The flood of sensation shot through my length, and then out to surround it in creamy warmth.

  Kate held the hourglass in front of my face when I tried watching myself finish. Her other hand went down to her slit. I watched the last bits of sand drain from the top, about the time I was empty.

  “You see?” Kate had herself closer already. “I don't need to start at the basics.” Fuck no, she didn't.

  I couldn't imagine pulling out yet, feeling her walls tighten as her thighs clenched around me. I caught my breath as Kate tried losing hers, the feeling of completeness in watching her play with herself better than the sex itself.

  “Fuck,” Kate's head ducked, hiding her face in her hair, “I'm gonna come!”

  I snatched the hourglass from her hand before she dropped it, then went back to watching the marvel unfold. Her pussy gripped onto my dick, pulsing inward like it was trying to pull more cum out and drawing what was alreay there even deeper.

  Kate jolte
d forward, resting her head against my shoulder as she kept working herself. Every part of her shivered like the room had gone sub-zero.

  She had one last surprise. As I felt her body heat rise, Kate moaned, “Thank you, sir.” Drawing out that last syllable, she came right on my desk.

  I let her ride out the breakers, listening to her breath slow down. That's when I heard the slow clap coming from the doorway to the main hall.

  “Well done, both of you.” My fucking grandfather.

  “How long were you there?” I pulled out of Kate and tucked my dick back in my pants. “Didn't they knock in Russia?”

  “It is my house. I go where I please.” He stepped into the office. “If you continue like this, it will be yours.”

  Kate's face was red as an apple. She scrambled for the back room.

  I sat back in my chair, as proud as I was embarrassed. “That was fucked up, making her my first test.”

  Grandfather pulled up one of the chairs on the other side of the desk and propped his feet up. “You should get used to it.”

  I could. “That bracelet didn't affect Kate like it did Anya. What's up with that?”

  “The basics of copper magic will come to you over time. For now, you train your mind and soul.”

  “By fucking?”

  He snickered. “By fucking.”

  “I'm sure I need to learn how the finances and all that work.”

  He put a cigarette between his lips. “That is what staff are for. A man has only so many fucks he can give properly.”

  “I'm sure you don't just mean how many times I can bang students with that.” The stench of a match hit my nostrils. I started looking for something to fill in as an ashtray, before I had a floor covered in cinders.

  “You worry about becoming the kind of man who can run this academy. That is your only job right now.”

  “Well, what was so good about what you just saw?” I passed the metal garbage bin to him over the desk.

  Grandfather sat it on the floor next to him and blew a cloud of smoke like a diesel. “She got you to fuck her, even though you hated her. Why do you think I am proud?”

  “Is that a trick question?”

  “No. Answer it.”

  Aside from watching his grandson bang a girl out of his league, all I had left were straws to grasp at. “I put her in her place?”

  He shook his head. “Do you take your dedushka for a pig, Alexei?” Another puff of smoke. “We do not make obedient slaves. Our students learn to claim what they want.”

  “With sex...” Maybe he was a pig.

  “That is a part of the skills we teach. Women are more than walking genitalia.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose. “That's what I'm trying to get at.”

  “Then we have a misunderstanding. That is all.”

  I wasn't so sure. “Ever since I got here, it's been sex, sex, sex. What else do I do?”

  “We are the only men allowed on staff. Who else can evaluate that skill from a future husband's perspective?”

  It wasn't like a strap-on had a sense of touch. “But really? The perfect wife is a nymphomaniac?”

  Grandfather put his feet down and leaned forward. “Think of Anya. I am sure you have no complaints when she pleasures you.”

  She is as insatiable as she is hot. “I wonder if it's right, is all.”

  “You tell me who you would rather have as a wife.” Even at his age, there was a spark in his eyes. “Anya, or some frigid bitch who brings her shitty office job home with her, sitting there like a log when she lets you fuck her once a year for your birthday. Be honest.”

  “That was,” I piled my lips on one side of my face for a second, “very specific.”

  “Many of our clients don't want their daughters to end up like their mothers. The men who send their future wives here have a common fear.”

  “I don't doubt you, but damn.” It had to come from a specific case. “Who were you talking about?”

  “Your father refused my offer to accept your mother as a student before they were married. Tell me that isn't her to the letter.”

  “That's my mom you're talking about! How should I know about their sex life?” I knew it was probably true, regardless. Frigid bitch with an office job she takes out on her husband described my mother to the letter.

  “I see it in your face. It is true.” Grandfather flicked a quarter of a cigarette worth of ashes into the can. “I told Mikhail he was being foolish.”

  How did my father end up so normal after being raised by this lunatic? “Can we talk about something other than my parents?”

  “Your student received an advanced result. Most of them will not.”

  “How often do I have to do this, and what's up with that creepy room?”

  “Get used to doing it two or three times a week.” Grandfather snorted. “And you picked up on the aura. Maybe I will go over the basics of copper magic with you tomorrow.”

  And yes, copper magic is as strange as you're thinking.

  BIMBO ACADEMY 3:

  FUNDAMENTAL CONVERSION

  This job was getting to be too much. After tallying up thirty-four student exams, I realized my role could be summed up as 'glorified dom, with paperwork.' If the subject of the evaluation didn't leave my office a shivering, broken mess of her former self, I had failed. But my first time prepping a new student for our lessons obliterated that simple view I had of why Smolensky Finishing Academy exists.

  The light knock on my office door should have told me who it was. As always, I had to hide my automatic arousal as my grandmother entered. I still wondered if this woman, who looked no older than twenty, had been born in 1939. “Do you have a moment, Alexei?”

  I knew she had something important on her mind. It's the only time she acted so polite. “I can spare a few minutes. What's up?”

  She took a seat, crossing her legs so that the split in her sheer dress revealed too much thigh. “Your dedushka asked me to make a special request of you.”

  Nope, I'm not banging my grandmother. No way in hell. I couldn't help frowning for even going that far. “And that is?”

  “We have a new student coming this evening.” Natalia grinned as if she was setting up a prank. “A special case.”

  “Doesn't Anya handle entrance evaluations?” As well as my wife did train the students, I wondered how awful some of them would have been before she got hold of them. “I wouldn't know the first thing about doing that.”

  “As an American,” my grandfather, grandmother, and my wife all said 'American' like they held where I was born against me, “you know better how to handle this sort of person.” But they always came up with a reason to at least dislike everyone, of every background.

  “I'm not sure how that matters. What's the issue here?”

  “Have you ever spoken to God, Alexei?”

  Right before a test I didn't study for, sure, I hoped I could beg something for mercy. “I'm not the religious sort, if that's what you're asking.”

  My grandmother nodded. “I thought as much. That means you are perfect for this.”

  My face went blank. “What are you not telling me?”

  “Your first new student is the daughter of a very important man, and Anya might be too harsh on her.”

  “I'm supposed to be even stricter than she is.” Nothing added up here. “What makes this girl so special?”

  “You will see at dinner. Make sure Anya dresses,” Natalia stood up and turned to leave, “with modesty.”

  “You act like you want to hide me, Alexei.” Anya hated dressing like this, but she knew the orders came from over my head. She forced her breasts against my arm as we walked down the hallway to the dining room and then whispered, “And stealing one of my students. You have no shame.”

  I knew what she was hinting at. “Calm yourself down until this is over, alright?”

  “Such a neglectful husband.” By this point, I assumed guilt-tripping you while turning you on was a talent all Ru
ssian women were born with.

  “That's enough,” I gave her a quick swat on the ass to tide her over, “try to behave yourself in there.”

  “You owe me after this.”

  “I'm sure I'll pay for it later.” We got to the end of the corridor. “Now try to act decent, if only for a few minutes, please?”

  “Of course.” Anya recomposed herself, standing erect and looking as graceful as I knew she could at least pretend to be. Her perfect posture, immaculately straightened hair, and the way every part from the long sleeves to the bottom hem hugged her body in that blue dress, made Anya the living embodiment of elegance.

  I pushed the door open, seeing our three guests at the middle of the table. Our empty seats were right across from them. Seeing a woman in her fifties so uncomfortable probably meant my grandfather had cracked the wrong joke.

  Without the courtesy of letting me pull our chairs back or to even check out the fine, young blonde next to him, the man I guessed was her father stood and put his hand out. “Senator Jerry Chandler,” he gave a practiced smile, “nice to have your acquaintance.”

  Fucking politician. “Alex Smolensky,” I stuck my hand out, matching his squeeze, “and this is my wife, Anya.”

  She offered her own hand. The senator held on to her a bit long for my liking. Anya's smile started to crack before he settled down and took his seat.

  “Alexei,” my grandfather started in, “tell the senator what we can do for his daughter.”

  I had barely gotten my ass in the chair, and I was already in the spotlight. I'm gonna fuck her brains out, first of all. “She'll enter as a young girl, but she'll graduate as a refined lady.”

  A quick glance at the mother, and I knew she didn't come from this academy. In fact, I knew neither of them had any clue what actually happened here. Senator Chandler slapped the table, full of phony enthusiasm. “You see, Janet? Lara's in good hands here.”

  “But for two whole years? Shouldn't she go to college instead?”

  The bone of contention was right there, open as a compound fracture. “She missed the deadline to apply this semester too. Lara knew if she didn't decide, I would for her.”