The Wonderlick Twins: School is Session

By Ell Von L

The series that voluptuousallure.com reviewed saying: “Watching the story evolve throughout the two books was amazing. I was halfway expecting just a smutty book about school girls who “want to find themselves,” and was pleasantly surprised that this book isn’t at all what the reader is expecting. It is action packed, erotic, and captivating.”

Tia and Teny, roommates that have grown up in an orphanage called Madame's School for Girls having turned 18 y/o are exposed to the secret side of their school's benevolent contributors - The Benefactors. They are pulled into the world of espionage, female trafficking and the sex trade. Renamed the Wonderlick Twins during their first to the Benefactors, the two girls take on this new persona.

After being saved by an alumnus of their school, Xochitl, a mysterious assassin from the Guild of the Thorns they're given the opportunity to fight for the good guys and become Erotic Assassins in The Guild of the Thorns! With a goal to end the reign of the Benefactors and set right the stolen innocence of so many over so many over so many years.

Can they learn the way of the Thorn or will the Benefactors have their way with them?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Artisan Publishing Guild, LLC
• Release date: May 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781942935018

Book preview

Chapter One

There was little time for the girls to settle into their bunks tonight as both Madame Suffet and Curator walked in, interrupting their normal night time gossiping. Tia, Teny you will be accompanying Masseur Curator tonight, get up and do as he says. Madame Suffet said in her soft French accent.

What did we do? Teny, the taller of the two girls asked.

My darlings, you’ve done nothing wrong. Tonight is just another step in your education, is all. Masseur Curator, will be taking you to your lesson. She replied.

At night Madame? Tia asked, changing into her school skirt, pulling her matching sweater over her small frame and then tying her auburn hair into a ponytail.

This way it won’t disturb the rest of your lessons, the schoolmarm said, steepling her fingers. Let’s go, let’s go. For an older woman, Madame Suffet always looked her best, pulling her hair into the tightest of buns and wearing just enough makeup and perfume to give the illusion of inviting a tryst.

Sorry ma’am, almost done ma’am. Teny said, pulling the second of her dirty-blonde pigtails into position. She buttoned her cardigan school sweater as she walked out of the small room that the two girls shared. The two perfume puffs that hit each of the girls came as a surprise. Madame? she inquired.

One must always present as one is presenting oneself, she replied.

Of course ma’am, many thanks ma’am. The girl looked down noticing the wet spot on her white blouse was right on her breast, though she dared not rub it, not in front of a man, albeit Curator.

She looked over at Tia, who, had a drop of perfume running down the inside of her leg. ‘The same spot the second puff hit me.’ Teny thought as the tingling sensation of the alcohol in the perfume dissipated as it ran down her leg. The two girls followed Curator as instructed, yet even from the three foot gap they left, the smell of stale tobacco and fish almost made their eyes water. They walked out to the school transport, an old Fiat Multipla that at one point had been a taxi.

Get in and don’t talk, I have quite a headache. Curator said in his gravelly voice. They sat, buckling their seatbelts as they heard two snorts of snuff go into each of the grouchy old man’s mole covered nostrils.

I have a headache too. Teny said.

I said no talking and you dear, don’t get to have a headache, not tonight. Here, take a poke of this in each side, it’ll quicken you up a bit. Curator said tossing his tin to the girl.

Masseur, I can’t –, Teny started.

You ‘erd what the Madame said, you gotta do what I say, he retorted.

Do it Teny, she did say we must do as he instructs. Tia said, pulling her skirt a little lower as she saw Curator adjust the mirror. While none of the girls trusted this old man, they knew he was harmless as long as Madame Suffet was around.

After they rode for a couple minutes Teny began to get shaky. What was in that? I feel as if my heart might explode.

Tobacco is all, I can’t smoke in this car. He replied.

Are you crazy giving a girl tobacco? Wait until I tell the Madame. Tia shouted.

You aren’t girls anymore, you’re eighteen and adults. Curator adjusted the mirror to see their large, almond-shaped, dewy-eyed expressions.

So we’re what? Kicked out of the school? Tia asked.

No, no, not at all. He said adjusting the mirror one more time, this time on her small breasts, and the car drove on.

Masseur Curator, I think I’m going to throw up. Teny said ten minutes later.

Roll down the window and do it outside if you must. Curator’s voice brokered no false concern for the girl. And you, hold her hair back, I don’t want to explain why the fool girl threw up in her hair.

You’re starting to scare me. Where are we going? Tia said, as she stroked her friends back as it tightened. Each time Teny’s stomach heaved the remnants of dinner from earlier that night. ‘I hope it eats the finish.’ She thought, as the car slowed.

Not going, we’re here. His smart-ass answer came as they pulled into the driveway of the largest home the girls had ever seen. Now, I want pukey to swish some of this around in her mouth and then spit it out the window. Then both of you take a mouthful and swallow it.

Masseur, we can’t –, This time the objection came from Tia.

You will or I’ll force you to. He held the flask back to the girls who took it and did as they were told. When they did he opened his door and received the flask from Tia.

That was disgusting. Teny said.

Actually I rather liked it, can I have another sip? What is it? Tia asked.

It’s whiskey and because this is a special night, another little one. Curator said handing it back. The girl took a quick pull and handed back an empty flask which he placed in his pocket. Blast, that was the last of my… his words faded as they walked up the cobblestone driveway.

Pardon, Masseur Curator, why are we here? I see no other students about, Teny asked.

The school is on a funding drive, you’re here to assist in that, he replied without looking back.

And how might we do that? Tia asked, as she wiped the side of the taller girl’s face. You’re fine, just a bit got on you is all, she whispered.

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