Chapter 95 – The Puzzle Of Need

**Julia POV.**

**THREE YEARS EARLIER.**

“Go and change into the school uniform kept in the bathroom,” Lisa barked out her first order. “And then hand me over the clothes you are wearing now. You will get these back once your training ends in a week’s time.”

I did as I was told. Went to the bathroom adjoining the opulent room. It was the largest bathroom I had ever seen. But I had no time to stand and stare. Lisa and Charles were waiting, and the clock was ticking.

A freshly ironed pair of white blouse and skirt were hanging in the bathroom closet. I picked them up, assuming these to be the uniform. It was only when I put them on that I froze in horror.

Both the blouse and the skirt were too tight and too short for my size. Worse, the fabric was too flimsy, turning the garments almost transparent.

I took one look at myself in the mirror and my heart leaped to my mouth. My boobs seemed to be bursting out of the super tight blouse, my bra was clearly visible underneath. But it was my skirt which sent shockwaves through my body.

It was mini. It was flimsy. It was too transparent and way too tight.

I was scared it would rip at the seams the moment I started walking.

Embarrassed and deeply disturbed, I slowly walked out of the bathroom and confronted Lisa.

“I can’t wear these,” I fumed silently. “These are too … too …”

“Revealing? Uncomfortable? Scanty?” Lisa burst out laughing. “That is precisely what you are going to learn here. Not how to wear scanty clothes, but how to feel comfortable in them. You will learn how not to avoid dirty stares from men, but how to tempt them. This is Temptation School, honey! And you have a long way to go.”

Thus began my week-long training in the art of seduction, manipulation and temptation, usually of the opposite sex. And Lisa turned out to be right. Every female member of the school wore an identical flimsy uniform, while the men, fewer in number, wore fitted boxer shorts and tank tops.

Classes were held in the giant hallway I had seen while entering this suite. Male members were seated on one side and females on the other. Lisa stood right in front of us, lecturing and teaching.

“Every human being is a puzzle of need. You must intuit what is missing, become the missing piece, and they will give you anything.” Lisa hollered as every eye was fixated on her.

“For example,” Lisa turned towards me, “What do you see in Bob, Emily?” she pointed at a young handsome guy seated in the men’s section.

“Um … he is … um,” I began to grasp for the right words, “a good looking man?”

“Wrong answer!” Lisa hollered, startling not just me, but everyone present in the class. Then turning towards Bob, she asked, “Bob, what do you see in Emily?”

“A hot piece of ass and plump milky tits,” Bob grinned lecherously.

“That’s exactly right!” Lisa yelled with a smile of satisfaction. “It doesn’t matter whether Emily has all those physical assets or not. What matters is how you visualize her.”

“As a piece of flesh!” Bob blurted out again, making me furious in the process.

“Correct. A piece of flesh. Nothing more, nothing less,” Lisa declared triumphantly to my utter discomfort. “And it is in this flesh that you will find your greatest strength.”

“How?” the girl seated right next to me asked.

“How? Let me explain,” Lisa took a few steps back and addressed the whole class. “The human mind is as weak as it is strong. And one of its weaknesses is attraction. Attraction for expensive items, jewellery, assets, money, and of course, for the opposite sex.”

I squirmed in discomfort and unease as Lisa continued elaborating on her philosophy.

“Attraction for the opposite sex is a natural human urge, and therefore, a weakness for us to exploit. A successful spy will never let go of an opportunity to tempt and entrap his or her target by using the power of attraction. Attraction leads to temptation, which ultimately leads to a pursuit of the pleasure of the flesh.”

The air hung heavy in the giant hallway doubling up as the classroom. Everyone was either blushing or stealing glances at someone else.

Meanwhile, Lisa continued with her speech unabated.

“Your job is not just to tempt and entrap, but to find pleasure in doing so. Make it your second nature. Find beauty in the human delusion that the pleasures of the flesh will make us whole again.”

“How do we do that?” the girl seated beside me spoke again. Lisa turned her gaze to this girl in impatience and mild irritation.

“You are Anne, right?” Lisa asked. The girl nodded silently.

“Let me show you a picture, Anne!” Lisa walked up to her desk and picked up a photo of a man and displayed it to the class. The man was clean shaven, wore glasses, and looked like a teacher or a lawyer.

“What does he look like to you?” Lisa directed her query at Anne.

“Um … decent, educated, smart …”

“He is a convicted pervert and has been sentenced to life imprisonment for brutalizing women,” Lisa remarked loudly.

The entire class fell silent. Anne squirmed in her seat looking visibly rattled.

“So, Anne, I will ask again. What does this man look like to you?” Lisa asked pointedly.

“A degenerate!” Anne yelled. “He is a degenerate!”

“Why? He doesn’t look like one.”

“No, but his actions make him one,” Anne retorted sharply. “Looks don’t matter. Actions do.”

“Very well. Prove it!” Lisa glanced at Charles seated at the other end of the hallway. Charles left momentarily, and returned with a man in shackles stumbling across the room to where Anne was seated.

“Take a good look at him,” Lisa barked in a commanding voice. “Do you recognize him?”

Anne gasped in horror and could barely mumble, “He is … he is …”

“The man in the photo! Yes!” Lisa intervened quickly. “The degenerate. Now, prove what you said a minute earlier.”

“Prove … what exactly?” Anne replied, perplexed.

“Prove that actions matter more than looks,” Lisa thundered. “This pervert is in shackles, he poses no threat to you. And he looks — as you had said initially — smart and decent. So, get down on your knees and blow him.”

A hush fell across the room. Everyone, male and female, turned squeamish and fidgety. Anne looked stunned at Lisa’s order and remained seated with disbelief written large on her face.

“Don’t be shy, don’t hesitate. Prove that actions matter, and not looks. Blow this degenerate!” Lisa barked out again.

“No! I can’t!” Anne shouted at the top of her voice.

“Why? Does he repulse you?” Lisa asked in a stone cold voice.

“Yes! He is a … I can’t!” Anne started sobbing loudly.

Lisa signalled Charles to take the shackled man out of the classroom, and then turned her attention to Anne.

“That man is a degenerate.We would like to think it makes a difference. It doesn't. It's just flesh.”

Anne kept whimpering and sobbing.

“Even when the subject is so repellant, the body can be tricked,” Lisa remarked. “Sucking him is the same as sucking any other guy. His past, his crimes, and his deviant nature notwithstanding. As expert spies, it will be your duty to detach yourselves from your emotions. You have to learn to become that missing piece in an individual’s puzzle of need. You have to treat it as a job and achieve perfection in it.”

Charles stepped in a short while later as we were still reeling from the impact of Lisa’s shocking lesson. He uttered just three lines for the next day’s agenda.

“Physical manipulation is not enough. You must learn to love on command. You will learn that tomorrow.”