Chapter 1. 'A Golden Opportunity'

Chapter 1. 'A golden opportunity'

Chapter 1. 'A golden opportunity'

A sleepy, autumn day. That's how Misu's day started out. A mix of yellow and orange leaves drifted by the window on the stair's landing. Whoever had designed the house twenty years ago was a visionary; a bench sat snugly between the two walls, right in front of the glass. The seat offered a perfect mix of a warm, comfy resting place and the spectacular view overlooking the lake behind the house. Many a tree in the garden offered some privacy to the ones wandering the halls within the brick walls.

One of those inhabitants was Misu; A young woman who was nearly nineteen years old. Her right leg dangled down the bench, occasionally dragging across the landing's floorboard. She didn't mind it too much. Her attention was caught by her reflection in the window.

Autumn offered a dim, golden light in the late afternoon, as it shone into her parent's house. The perfect setting to catch a few glimpses of her curly hair bouncing in the corner of her eye. If she looked at it straight ahead, she couldn't see much in the glass surface. Yet, when she pretended not to look... sneaking a peek from the corner of her eye... she saw a sliver of movement reflected back to her through that mirror world.

Sure, she could have gone downstairs to see the same movement in the mirror near their front door, or even in the small mirror in the bathroom.

She would have done that if she had been a practical person.

Misu, however, was not. Not necessarily, anyway. Magic was hard to come around these days. Most people had traded folklore and fairytales for doom-scrolling through their phones. Which, admittedly, Misu was also guilty of. Some habits were hard to break no matter how unhealthy you knew they were.

Her hair's reflection only kept her entertained for so long, though. Sitting back against the wall, she kept one leg dangling off the edge. The foot of her other leg was placed against the bench's surface, her leg forming a right-angled triangle. A low hum echoed through the mostly empty staircase and surrounding halls. Their pure white walls screamed at her every day to paint them in an odd color. Something darker. More appealing to her witchy side.

The short nails of her fingers tapped against her bare knee at an increasingly erratic rhythm. Her long, green skirt had fallen down to pool around her hips, leaving her legs bare. As she continued to hum, her chest rose up every now and then, making her brown tank top follow the beat as if it were a person unknowingly tapping along to a catchy song.

The tank top closed neatly over her breasts, keeping her cleavage hidden from wandering eyes. They were on the smaller side; perfect for the classical whimsy look she was going for when it came to her wardrobe. Some people hated having B-cups. Misu? She embraced them. They were pretty well-behaved when it came to staying in place. Besides, she adored the way they perked up from beneath her clothes. Especially when she wore a tight-fitting shirt.

Yes, they did get lost in an oversized sweater, but then again that was the goal when she wore something knitted that was way too big on her. She was happy with who she was. Content with the way her hips filled her underwear and gave her skirts and dresses the curves she loved. The only thing she didn't like about her body was a birth mark on her left hip. It had the shape of Patrick Steward's head seen from above. Which wasn't necessarily the vibe she was going for.

Nature had decided to give her a birthmark. And for some unknown reason, it had mocked her by given her a lame one. It was rude is what it was.

Misu thought about it often. Perhaps too often. Her mind was often racing with random thoughts. Scatter-brained, she was often called. That's probably why her hand already drifted back down to her phone. Before too long, her thumb flicked up again at a rapid pace. If she could ever get paid for scrolling, she would have been rich by now.

She could have stayed like that for a long time. You see, she didn't have anywhere to be. After graduating from high school, she had opted for a year off. A sabbatical, if you wanted to call it that, from learning and forcing herself to get up early. There were times where she missed the structure it had provided her- Ha! Did anyone believe that even for a second? The corners of her lips turned upwards as that thought crossed the tsunami in her head. Not having anywhere sheneededto be was a dream come true. Honestly? She wished it could stay like this forever.

It pulled her out of her head long enough to notice incoming friend request from someone she recognized immediately. The photo of a man in his fifties appeared at the top of her screen. There was little of his white hair left on top of his head. The sides around his ears were still covered with what was left of a once lush mane. His picture got cut off around his shoulders. Misu knew why; he had a protruding stomach that had often bumped against his student's shoulders as he passed through the rows in his classroom.

"Mister G," Misu said with a little smirk. She liked the old man. He often cracked jokes that didn't land which made him all the more endearing to her. Still, she hesitated. Letting an old teacher onto her private account might not be the smartest idea. She graduated months ago. What could he want with her now? Her curiosity won out quickly. There was always the block button if he started liking all of her older pictures.

The man had to have been on his phone still, because she got a message from him only a few seconds later.'Good afternoon miss Misu, how are you enjoying life after high school? Is it all you wanted it to be? Or... are you feeling a little stuck? Unsure of where to go next? Life can be pretty overwhelming, can't it? You always stuck out to me in class. I wanted to let you know that old Millow Creek High School still has something to offer you especially now that you're no longer enrolled here. Think of it as a unique financial opportunity. If you're curious, reply to this message. You can ignore it if you're not interested in making a quick buck. Your old professors would welcome you back with open arms - Gerald'

Huh. That was an odd message. If she didn't know any better, Misu would have guessed someone had hacked into her old teacher's account and used a poorly written scam ad created by the AI slop machine. Still, this sounded too much like her old teacher to completely dismiss it. Against her better judgement, she sent a reply:'Hey mister G! what are you talking about??? like a chess club or something?'

Typing bubbles appeared in their chat. She hung around to see how long it would take to get a message back. In the end, it lasted long enough for it to be written by a fifty-year-old for her to dismiss the idea of it being written by a machine.

'What we offer is a little more... intimate, should I say, than a chess club. I'll be frank with you, so you don't think we're trying to lure you somewhere: Few people know this, but there's a basement beneath the school. We have an establishment there for gentlemen of all ages. Those men make use of the girls and the glory holes our club provides. This must come as a shock to you. We are not trying to creep you out. We're genuinely interested in having you fill one of the booths that has become available. Before you say no; each night you work here would land you at least five hundred dollars in cash not including tips. You can do it as long as you want, if you're even interested. If not, we won't bother you again. There's no pressure. Only more than a little admiration from our side. Think about it - Gerald'

Misu's cheeks turned redder than her hair ever would. She should have been grossed out. What made her old teacher think this was an appropriate message to send an old student? Yet.. she had to admit. His bluntness was... attractive? And the idea of being taken by men she didn't know and would never see was oddly alluring. She had only been with a couple of boys who had no idea what they were doing down there. The only orgasms she had ever experienced came from her own hands or her little helper Pinguin. He deserved the capital P.

Her fingers were already typing away a response before her head wrapped itself around the weird message.'Are you serious or are you pranking me?'

His tone shifted a little in his next reply.'Dead serious. Two of your old classmates have already joined. We have an unsuspected opening as of today. I could have some of our girls contact you if you don't believe me. Though... you're messaging me back. Which must mean there's at least a small part of you that wants to believe me, isn't there?'

A few seconds later, she received another message from Gerald:'You wouldn't have to start immediately. You can observe a session if you'd like. Watch. See how it all works. And if you like it? Well, the pay is worth it. Especially if you consider the tips. We'll even help you apply to certain universities if you stay with the club for at least six months - Gerald'

The idea was appealing. Misu cared very little for the university part of the deal. Making quick money, though? Now that was interesting. That and the fact she knew Gerald already. He had been her teacher for five years. He was a kind, older man. If he was attached to this club, how bad could it really be? Truth was, she had always been interested in older men. There was something about their greying hair that did it for her. Not that she had ever pursued any of them. She liked being the one getting chased. To feel wanted like that by an older man did even more for her than a dozen boys her age ever could.

'Right... 'just observing', none of the men will touch me when I'm watching?'

He didn't seem to mind her question.'None of them will. We have strict rules that every men inside the club must follow. That first day, you'll already be sitting inside one of our cubicles. Only our girls and guards have access to those. No one will touch you unless you offer yourself through one of the glory holes that first night. Which we don't want you to do. We consider ourselves a respectful club; one of our guards will be with you that one night to observe you. If he doubts if you're truly, willingly there, then you won't be put in our line-up. We only want willing girls there. It has to be fun for everyone involved - Gerald'

Now that was interesting. She wondered which of her old teachers, if any, were a part of the club. There were certainly a few individuals she could picture loving a place like that.'Alright... I will come take a look can you show me around before I sit in for a night?'

'No problem. You can swing by an hour from now if you have the time. Swing by after the last bell, say five p.m.? I'll wait for you by the school's entrance - Gerald'

Misu couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. Then again... when she closed the app, she realized her free hand had been stroking her panties all that time. They were thoroughly soaked, her pussy throbbing at the idea of multiple men using her without ever seeing their faces. The question was whether she was only into the idea of it or if she would actually like it in real life. Only time would tell...