Of course she never claimed she had zero power. She merely did not have the power to send this person back where she came. Though that was a lie as well. It was possible but with how this Arab was right now, it might as well not be. The vibes she was getting from the clothed woman were mixed to say the least. Cala was already catching on some and was beginning to understand that Vera was not given her position as Head Girl, she earned it. Luckily she did not have to go into details on what she had to give up to the Headmaster for this title.

"You mean besides remaining here until you do complete your selected major?" she replied, "This school is isolated to help students focus without the worries of the outside world. Shokushu staff along with members of the student body will make efforts to tutor those who are falling behind in their studies. If it is due to lack of effort or laziness, then methods to correct that will be performed. So in other words, do well and at the very least you will be able to leave within four years. Then you can continue with your dreams with the aid of a college education."

"Unfortunately the school will not promote troublemaker or rebellious attitudes. The staff and myself are allowed to issue demerits as well as punishments that include losing certain privileges or be sent to the basement. You can ask your fellow students what they have heard about that particular area."

Of course that was a flat out lie. Those who come here, their fates are sealed lest they make efforts to bend to the Headmasters' will. But one must keep appearances. "You are only required to wear the school's colors when attending class and for some campus events. Though a student now, you are still able to live the rest of life how you wish within the boundaries of the rules of course. And your kiss was fine, your intentions were not." She adds at the end without losing a beat. Their walk and talk had already given her a general idea what to expect from this wannabe porn star. "Also such acts are not appropriate out in the open. We are a school not a brothel. Now if you wish to remain dressed as such, then we can continue to the school itself and get you ready for classes."

So being good would get you time off for good behavior so to speak. Get your degree in the four or so years it would take and you could leave. Don’t do well and it might take longer…the degree seemed to be the key to getting out of this jail. That was sneaky and underhanded…so much so it sort of intrigued me, it also made me think there were others of my ilk stuck her by their parents much against their will. The real question in my mind was whether to seek them out and commiserate with them of go my own way and be a pawn of the establishment.

That the establishment held the power…and that power was an aphrodisiac in its own right had a certain pull on my own psyche. Frankly you could punish me all you wanted, I could have cared less, I mean what more could they do to me than my father had not already done in limiting my freedoms. I doubted it could get much worst…my past has already been far more so. What more could the ‘basement’ hold in torment. Rats, spiders, dank muskiness…or worse yet, having to write a thousand times on the blackboard, ‘I will not fuck in class’ I was not scared of the punishment so much as intrigued by the privilege.

The hot outfit might be the ticket to show them I could not be cowed so easily, and that I accepted the route to power. Where not my aspirations of being a porn star much the same. Had I not desired to prove to the men I could wrap them around my little finger…that I could get them to pay me for something I would have willingly done?

So I could willingly do the work, and reap the rewards. Its not like it could be too hard…school never was. It had been harder trying to fail my classes than pass them. I might as well scare the living hell out of the men I meet by being both outwardly smart and sexy. Perhaps I had put myself in a trap of my own making….all the cute guys had run from the smart girls. Had I fallen into their own bleak picture of what a real woman should be? Circles…I was really getting fucking tired of them. One thing was certain…this girl Vera was really making me think upon my past and see the cynical side of everything I had done. Of course I could not readily admit it.

“I would like to continue with the tour, even dressed like something my fucked up father might have me in, I might as well learn what there is to learn about the place and I can hope you are going to tell me that there is a shokushu campus for boys on the other side to the island…and chance to get together with them…and If I’m good and study hard I might earn a chance in bed with a guy from time to time?’ I kept silent on whether or not she might go to bed with me given the kiss was fine and instead focused on the obtuse they. “They do exist don’t they?”

Here I was dressed one step down from a burka and I was talking about fuck buddies. The clothes had done nothing to ease the ardor that rode me as hard as a need for just a puff on a cigarette. I also had to wonder if between the lines she was saying that even she would fuck me. The more I thought about it the more I convinced myself I was busy replacing my desire for nicotine for another of my favorite vices.

"There are some males on the island but they consist of staff, teachers, and professors that run campus and NICE labs," she replied, "Besides, you worked so hard putting all those clothes on. Would be a waste to tear them off for the first man that walks by." She smiled softly before leading Cala out of the dorms and towards the rest of campus.

The Head Girl gave basic directions, pointing towards the beach and the parks along with mentioning the rules that apply to them. Mostly it was just matters of dressing reasonably. She mentions the vast forest and mountain trails that were beyond campus grounds. Don't litter, don't leave a mess, standard campus rules.

She opens the door for Cala as they enter the main building that held most of the offices. "The campus has all the standard facilities, library, gym, cafeteria, all the things you may need to perform your studies. We support all majors though with NICE labs nearby, they are more than well equiped to teach even the most in depth sciences. Just like all schools, there is no running in the halls and staff will be walking the halls to ensure students are not late or skipping their classes."

Vera guides the Arab woman to a computer terminal. Pressing some keys, she brings up an entire four year schedule with classes assigned. "Your father had already provided the school with what classes you will be taking. But, I know you would rather learn from the subjects that interest you. As long as you do not deviate from the number of credits too much, your father will not notice if you change your classes before they begin. Take your time, I am here to answer what I can."

Frankly I had my doubts about not tearing off the clothes at the first sign of a male. Of course the rules on fraternization were spelled out in explicit detail and basically said DON”T. Worse than that was the fact I would be punished as well as the perp. That just seemed basically wrong but did remind me of Sha’ria law in the sense the woman even when raped seemed to be at fault. Women were always the villainesses ever since eve and the garden if you took the male view.

At least we could walk, the heavy folds of the skirt shrouding my legs in mystery and making each step a constant reminder of my imprisonment upon this island. Purposefully I kicked at the hem, letting the skirt billow in front of me and finding that the action brought a modicum of relief to the stifling heat of the day. Prison was what it was. Rules…rules…and more rules. NO running in the halls, no chewing gum in class, no being out of uniform, no being late or absent. Talk about a carefree girls worst nightmare, well this was the place. I got the feeling that if the teacher wanted to he could have the entire class strip down to see that they wore the proper underwear, of course that gave me a chuckle since dad would have fucking disapproved his daughter ever having to bare herself in such a derogatory manner. For me though, it actually was an wildly entertaining thought that did little to stifle my overwrought libido.

At last we find ourselves in registration and I can sit. I left the dress along its pleats and try to fan my hot and tired body while staring at the screen. What I see startles even me. That he could have the fucking gall to do this to me. Pre med….did he really think I would be a carbon copy of him? That riled me, more so than the agitated state I was already in from the nicotine withdrawal.

“fuck me….oh fuck him and all his male relatives may they never have another male child. I badly need a cig or at least a fucking patch…anything to get this monkey off my back for a minute.” I slammed my fist down on the desk, hitting the keyboard so that it spun in midair and crashed down upon the counter. “oh this is grand, I don’t suppose I can deviate too much from the course of interest to him..maybe change the electives, not that I have any idea what I want to do let along what I would even ohhhhh shit…this is soooo fucked. ….any suggestions?”

I was out of them and frankly I wanted to throw the monitor have a hissy fit and be done with this whole idea of school. I could see 4 years becoming 8 in a hurry even if I completed everything on time to become what he wanted. I felt bent over and fucked while dry as a bone. Not a pleasant thought in the least.

The island was nearly summer all the time with only a brief moments of winter seasons with a small chance for snow. She could not imagine wearing so many layers except maybe if she were on an excessively formal business trip. It was no doubt a relief when we reached the air conditioned building.

Perhaps putting the woman infront of an expensive computer and then mentioning her father was a poor idea. The new girl really was easy to rile up. Vera merely brushes strands of silver hair back behind her shoulder before setting the keyboard back in it's proper position. "If you were listening carefully, I said as long as you kept a similar number of credit hours he would not notice. The only thing he gets is the bill which is based on hours and the charge would appear as just a semester tuition fees. Take what major you like, it matters little to the school as long as you work hard."

"Take your time. I will return in a moment," she knew Cala would not try to run away. Contraband was one thing but that did not mean the new student was doomed. After a brief visit to the nurse, she returns to Cala's side. She places a patch beside the keyboard. "The school does not allow contraband but they will assist in breaking your addiction. Now try to calm down and focus on learning what you want to learn, using your father's money. I am sure that can be taken as a small amount of revenge."

At the very least the patch would at least limit the complaining a bit. It was not a cigarette but it was far less disgusting. This student would be useless if she could not make sound judgements due to these unreasonable urges. "And please try to keep your language civil, there are students and teachers teaching classes here."

I drew a deeper breath, filling my lungs like I was taking a long drag from a nonexistent cigarette and then blew the air slowly out. Vera was right…I needed to relax, calm down and quit my jumping to conclusions. Human behavior interested me…people .. I liked them and thought it would be good to help them but following in the great neurosurgeons foot steps was just not right. I also suspected that somehow dear old dad might have a friend bought and paid for in the higher echelons of the administration. He had gone to far to much trouble and it was beginning to make me wonder just what he had been doing in that ill fated rebellion of his. Could he have been intel? I hated to think he had been one step ahead of me so far and that gave me pause he might still be

With a swirl of white swishing behind her she left me to stew on my own. I scanned the course catalogue…looking for ways to warp what he had set up and still make it appear I was headed in the general direction he would like. Lucky for me premed is premed and so long as you could stand all the classes in biology and chemistry you could specialize in a wide range of things. I dabbled…played…rearranged…added till the scent of her arrived before I felt her presence behind me. With practiced exaggeration I leaned back and let me head hang till I could see her long body standing over me. It was in interesting view, how her face was framed between the mounds of her chest. The white patch in her hand instantly had my interest. I followed that hand, hearing the voice behind me.

Salvation…of a sort. Not as much fun or nearly as sexy but salvation none the less. Shacking now that the temporary reprieve to my habit was in sight I valiantly tried to get trembling fingers to open the simple package. Fumbling with the paper wrap I had to pick it from the floor twice before I had it open and adhered to the back of my neck. Eyes closed I breathed in the cool air and sank in the chair. I would have sworn it should have taken longer, yet I could already feel my jangled nerves relaxing..feel my body backing off the tense edge I had not noticed till them. A certain reasonableness came back to me and in this state I realized that perhaps this Vera was not so much the enemy…perhaps she was really trying to help in spite my rash behavior. Maybe she did deserve better of me.

“Thanks and sorry for the outburst, I will really fucking try harder with the language.” I spoke low and quietly as to not disturb others in the area. “I…I think looking at the courses I don’t have too much to worry about for at least a year…but…can I take a heavier load…call it 18 hours this semester..then more if I can stand it? It would disguise the fact I am not utterly on his plan…but I do need to really look at my options.” I hit a few more buttons and logged off with a flourish of key strokes then spun in the seat and thought about rolling around in a chair race. I already needed some relief from the tedium of the day.

There was a bombardment of sensations coming from the woman upon her return. She was still learning about her empathic abilities so it was difficult to keep up with what this woman was feeling. It did not take an expect to notice how tense she was. Being trapped on an island, having her dream snatched away by her father. It was a difficult time for her. She would get no real sympathy from her though. Vera's family was no doubt taking over the businesses she was forced to leave behind. But on this planet, those problems seemed unimportant now.

She never seen anyone hunger for nicotine like this before. Cala was nearly stumbling over herself just trying to get the package open. Once applied, in both her sight and her mental eyes the woman seemed to transform. The tension and panic faded as the lovely Arab rests against the back of her chair. Cala was still cursing like a sailor but this was a large improvement from before. A patch was all it took to get this result?

"You may take as many classes as you like. I am sure your father would be pleased to know you are applying yourself. The bill for tuition will be higher but I doubt he will notice anything wrong," another small lie, the bill had been paid already, her father will not notice anything at all. Cala now belongs to this island. "There are several other buildings for the various classes but it seems you have had enough for one day. If you have no questions for me, you are free to do as you wish till your classes begin. I suggest you at least keep the standard swimsuits for when you go for a swim. I can only guess that your father has a... unique idea of how a swimsuit should look. Always keep your ID on you, you use it to make purchases on campus and to buy your lunch."

Vera gazes at the Arab woman. Cala definitely had the perfect shape for a woman. A pity her father's uniform will keep those attributes hidden. But the mysterious aspect did make the dark skinned woman all the more alluring. She should do fine here. At least until she encounters some of the local 'wildlife'.

I really didn’t want to be alone…I needed people around though it was looking and sounding like this tall girl had to be off to someplace else. The thought of swimming brought a twinge of panic, for I had never had lessons, had never been allowed out to a pool as it just wasn’t proper for a young lady like myself to bare that much flesh. Never mind that I would not have had a problem with it. Still I needed to address that problem head on like I normally did anything.

I would need to get a suit…and a digital camera capable of video, they might have taken me away from the porn, but they could not take the porn from me. It might be fun to film her…to see what I could get away with at a later date. It looked to be a lonely place for male company so it was my fellow students that would have to fill the void left to me by the absence of men. Camera and suit…yes, swimming, the cool waters would feel good.

“Shit….I need to take a swimming class…learn how with the ocean and everything so close. Thanks for the tour and especially the patch…can I at least get those on my own or do I need someone else’s authorization like yours?” Swim Lessons

Patiently I waited for her answer doing all I could to stifle the sudden mirth in my eyes. I would have the last laugh…the last little fun for as she turned to leave I would smack her on the ass just like the guys liked to do to me. I’d enjoyed the attention and I had that feeling that privately she might like it as well. It would be a good send off.

~Smack~

A brief shock of sting and heat rippled through her bottom as Cala sent that crude fairwell. Despite the sensation, her teeth were grinding at the blatant act. At least the halls were empty or she would have had to truly tear this girl a new one. No, it was a victory on her part that this woman was now going to obediently stay on the island. Beyond that, it did not matter if she did well in class or not. If punishment was what Cala wanted in the end, she would gladly bring it in the future.

"Please control yourself," she said cooly as she looks back at the woman, "As long as you do not abuse it, the nurse will provide you with patches to help you fight the addiction. She will give you a monthly pack of controlled doses. If you squander them, then you are out of luck." Perhaps she will make sure the first month was too small a dose. That will teach her some respect. Before walking away, she gives directions to where she stays should any more questions arise. "I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors, Ms Sumayyah."

At least I had had a laugh….though I was none to sure that the dear Miss Vera was having a good time of it. Well if she couldn’t take a joke then too bad, she needed to learn to relax a little and enjoy life. Speaking of which I had a class to register for , patches to pick up, swimsuit, camera, and bed sheets to buy ticking them off on my fingers one by one.

The swirl of white hair had long ago receded in the hallway by the time I I got up from looking over the course offerings. I might not know what I wanted to do, but I did know what I did not want. For know I’d play along with only a few minor changes and see how things went. Stifling a yawn I sat back and spun in the chair enjoying the feelings of vertigo as I whirled.

Of course I needed to get up to admin and see that headmaster dude…or was superintendant a better word? Yeah I thought, see him and get this whole mess straightened out if possible. I might still get off this island, and if he asked I could truthfully tell him that Vera had told me that he could authorize my trip back. Baring that not working, and I had my doubts, I should show up on Vera’s door step if nothing more than see if her room was any better. All this talk of privileges had me yearning to find out the extent of them prior to putting forth my best efforts at achieving success here. One had to wonder what it would be worth. And I was not stirring to far unless it was.

And so began the final chapter of my first day.
Continued in always looking for trouble