Isabella's POV
It was a cloudy afternoon when I first sat nervously inside Mr. Darren's office at Vixen Academy, a place I had dreamed of joining since college applications were sent out. Along with my friends, I was admitted after passing rigorous academic tests, physical challenges, and medical check-ups. Everything—from my studies to living facilities—was promised to be taken care of by the academy.
Mr. Darren, the principal, leaned forward, flipping through my file with a steady hand. "So, Miss Isabella Cruz, your record is impressive. But tell me, what do you really think about our academy, especially since you signed an agreement to stay here no matter what happens?" he asked.
Taking a deep breath, I replied, "Thank you, sir. I believe I can learn a lot here. Honestly, I didn't even read the agreement fully—I just knew I couldn't miss this chance."
He gave a small, almost amused cough. "You didn't read the clauses? Interesting. You see, our curriculum is unlike any other. At Vixen Academy, students are trained not just academically but in very unconventional skills—becoming escorts, performers, and much more. Subjects like how to please people with sex, gang activities and adult entertainment are part of the program."
My heart raced as I tried to process what Mr. Darren had just told me. My dream of attending Vixen Academy was quickly turning into a nightmare. I had always been an excellent student, top of my class in everything I did, and now I was being told that I would have to learn about adult entertainment and become an escort? It was unthinkable.
I stood up from my chair, gathering my things. "I'm sorry, sir. But this isn't what I signed up for. I can't stay here." I turned towards the door, my mind already racing with thoughts of how I would explain this to my parents and friends. My parents will definitely not be okay, if I quit.
"Miss Cruz, please sit down," Mr. Darren said sternly, his voice commanding. "You signed a contract, remember? You agreed to stay here for the duration of your studies, no matter what."
I hesitated before sitting back down, my eyes fixated on the principal's stern face. I knew he was right; I had signed the contract without reading it fully. Now, I am trapped.
"Look, I understand this must be a shock to you," he continued, his tone softening slightly. "But our academy has a very unique approach to education. We believe that knowledge is power, and we teach our students how to use that power in any situation they may find themselves in."
I couldn't help but feel skeptical, a knot in my stomach. "But these... these subjects you mentioned, sir. They're not something I'm interested in."
Mr. Darren smiled gently. "That's alright, Miss Cruz. Not every student excels in every subject. We'll find something that suits you best. Now, let's get started on your induction process. We have a lot to cover before you can begin your first class tomorrow."
Isabella couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. She knew this was going to be a challenge, but she refused to give up without a fight. Mr. Darren slided a new file as well as a card.
"Dorm number : 402. You will be living with 3 of our students. All your amminities are provided. There is a welcome party tonight. The dress will sent to your dorms," Mr. Darren said, causing my heart to race.
As I took the card with trembling hands, I felt a mix of anxiety and determination. I had to navigate this bizarre new world, but I wouldn't let it defeat me. There had to be a way to make it through this experience without losing myself. I took a deep breath, steeling my resolve.
"Thank you, Mr. Darren. I'll do my best," I managed to say, even as a swirl of uncertainty clouded my mind. The future was opaque, but one thing was clear: I was in for the ride of my life.
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Later, standing outside Room 402, I knocked. The door opened to a stunning, modern room that surprised me. But what caught my eye was a girl in her sporty briefs on the couch, a partially clothed man next to her, and a lean guy by the window, strumming a guitar. My breath caught. This was nothing like I had ever expected.
The girl noticing me, waved at me. "Hello, I am Cara Smith," The girl said, which made the boys in the room to look at me. I nodded awkwardly. "Isabella Cruz," I muttered. The muscular guy smiled at me, while saying, "Lucas Black." I smiled. The lean guy, near the window came and extended his hand. I shook it while he said his name James Carter. How will I survive this academy?
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I already kept my bags in my room. I almost didn't believe that I will be given a whole room in a dorm. This dorm has a shared living space, kitchen, and four individual rooms. All of them designed to be unique and modern, Hosting to the needs of students. There is also a big wardrobe and dresser in every room. I will explore them later.
Speaking to Cara and the boys is so good. Cara is here, because her parents studied in this academy. James is like me, signed and later trapped in here. Lucas told me that his family runs a business in this stream. He also mentioned that most of family graduated from here.
As we were talking, there was a knock at the door. James went to open the door, while I was talking with Cara. James came back with few bags.
"These are the dresses for the welcome party tonight, at 7:00 pm. They said that everyone must attend."
I felt a wave of panic wash over me. A welcome party? But I hadn't even unpacked yet! And what kind of party could this be? Suddenly, I felt like I was back in high school, all over again. My heart raced as I opened the first bag with my name, revealing I felt a wave of panic wash over me. A welcome party? But I hadn't even unpacked yet! And what kind of party could this be? Suddenly, I felt like I was back in high school, all over again. My heart raced as I opened the first bag, revealing a sleek black dress. A high-necked, long-sleeved gown, it featured a daring front cutout and a thigh-high slit that revealed a flash of leg with every movement.
"Um... this is really... nice," I managed to say, my voice sounding small in the room.
Cara opened her bag, her gown was bisected down the middle, a bold slash of electric pink against the solemn navy fabric, demanding attention. Lucas got a all black outfit. The black silk of his shirt seemed to drink the low light, a stark, sleek contrast to the bright, unforgiving black of his trousers. James showed his outfit, a white shirt with a loose blue tie, and black pants, which seemed to compliment his silver hair.
As the clock ticked, all of us got ready for the party. Everyone of my friends looked stunning. Cara came to me and whispered, "You look hot, babe. I want to eat you." I smiled her. James smiled at me, before saying, "Guys, the time is 7:03 PM. We are late. Let's go."