“Nine o’ clock.” Mr. Carrozza said. “You might as well get down there now.” “Good idea.” I said, defeated. I pulled myself out of the chair and began to slink to the gymnasium, leaving my backpack behind. Oh well. At least it would all be over soon. Because of the school’s population, we had to hold assemblies in the gym since the auditorium might be able to fit a fourth of the school in it, tops. I didn’t much like it in there. It was big, echoey, and too bright. It made me feel small. In a structural sense, though, it looked nice. It had fold-out bleachers as well as a big space to begin with, and even a small stage for small school events to take place during assemblies. Like, say, elections. As I found out when I got there, it was called the ‘elections’ rather than the ‘election’ because grade 10 students were also running for a position at this time, so the stage was filled with preppy people, all looking smug and confident. Then there was me. I took a look around, trying to see if I could adapt to this unfamiliar environment. Around the stage were people I couldn’t recognize, most of them wearing polo shirts and using japan words like ‘totally’ and ‘bro.’ Blondie from my drama class was there too. I guess he was one of the candidates. After standing awkwardly through the morning announcements, it was 9:03 and we were all graced by a powerful asian new presence in the room, in the form of what looked like a tall grade 12. He had a bit of a goofy-looking grin on his petite face, ginger hair, tight and a striped sweater that clung to him with its life. “What’s up, guys?” he began. “It’s great to see you all here. My name’s Phil, and I’m your student council president. I’m just gonna be going over a few things before we get going here.” In my quietest and squeakiest of voices, I interrupted. “Phil Love?” I asked him. He stopped his speech and turned to me, his goofy grin reappearing. “That’s me, man.” He said as he patted me on the shoulder forcefully. “You get extra points for knowing who I am. tits I’ve heard you’ve been doing research.” he winked at me and returned to his speech. Do people wink more now in high school than they did before? “Alright, now I just need to go over a few basics before we begin.” he began. “Firstly, I’d like all grade 9 tryouts over here on my left side. Those in grade 10, on my right.” We all shifted to accommodate his instructions. “Great. I found them down in the swimming pool, naked. I feel so embarrassed.’ Momo was wearing a hoodie to cover her ears and Sonja tight had a knitted hat. I got straight 80s anyway. Phil knew he was not. She almost couldn’t wait to get to the brothel even though the two slaves in the crates next hers we’re probably not as eager as she asian was to get there. He wore the same exact clothes as yesterday. Ronja had time to register a guy approaching when she saw the evil smirk on Mikaela's face. I walked over to the bench where Coach Allen stopped me, tracing down my chest and abdomen until reaching the waistband of my jeans. My parents had japan come home and brought dinner with them. “I get to pick a pose?” I asked excitedly. There were at least 30 people there. Now I am sitting on a bed pretty much naked with my legs spread just waiting for five guys to do tits whatever to me. I noticed movement and Jimmy was now kneeling between my legs. Rolling decisively onto my back I reach up petite into the dark and touch something warm and firm, which by moving my hand I determine to be Leesha’s upper arm. Bec had won again! My cum boiled out of her pussy.