Alp Adventures - Chapter 3

	Following behind the rather taciturn succubus I take in the surroundings as we make our way through various hallways. This complex, or at least this part that seems to house captives, looks to be like an upscale inn or hotel. Even the various doors, which I assume lead to more rooms like my own, are numbered. Just how many guys have these succubi captured and are being held captive here? How long have they been stuck here? Why haven't any of them told the succubi that humans don't normally eat raw potatoes?
	So caught up in my own musings I fail to notice the succubus that had leading me had stopped at some double doors and turned to face me, causing me to walk directly into her. The bump makes her ample bosoms shake while she gives me an irritated glare through her glasses. "Err sorry about that. I didn't boobs...uh see that you had tits...um stopped." I try my best to give a disarming smile while attempting to steal a glance at her breasts. Her glare intensifies till she lets out an exasperated sigh. My smile becomes a bit less nervous looking which her response. Damn I'm good. Able to calm the rage of a succubus.
	While I'm mentally patting myself on the back the succubus holds a hand towards the double doors "Here is the orientation room. Please do not give your instructor too much trouble. You should find your companion already within." She adjusts her glasses and returns her attention to her clipboard, jotting down a few notes. "Now if you will excuse me, I have other matters of more importance to attend to." After saying that she walks past me and down the hall we just walked down, leaving me by myself in front of the double doors. I glance back towards the succubus walking away and tilt my head, enjoying the view of her posterior and mutter "Dat ass." She stops and glares at me once again from over her shoulder. "I heard that." With a huff she starts walking away once again, disappearing around a corner.
	What kind of prison is this, anyway? The rooms are almost nothing like a common cell. And so far I've been treated as if I'm at some kind of resort. I haven't been chained, bound, or otherwise restrained. And now I've been left all alone outside of my 'cell'. Do they trust me not to try and escape or are they so confident that they feel I couldn't even if I tried? I guess it's best not to think too much on it right now and just roll with it.
	I push open the double doors and walk into the slightly dimly lit 'orientation' room. The first thing that catches my eye is my childhood friend sitting in one of the rooms two classroom desks. He looks up to me and raises an eyebrow "So there you are, you dick-nosed boll weevil. Congratulations on getting us into another predicament." Damnit! He beat me to the punch. "Oh shut the hell up." I angrily retort. "It's not my fault you weren't paying attention to cooking the food." I flop into the desk adjacent to my childhood friend facing the rooms large chalkboard and podium. The room looks like it would be commonplace within a school. But being that it's part of this 'prison' makes it seem eerily out of place.
	My companion slouches down in his desk and sighs "Well, any idea how to get out of this?" After a moments thought I shrug. "No clue. I think they took my lockpick equipment along with much of my other gear." He raises an eyebrow inquisitively at me. "Your lockpick equipment?" I nod and rest my chin in my hand. "Yeah." He responds to me with a facepalm. "A rusty hammer and a pry bar aren't 'lockpicking equipment." Just as I'm about to respond, the double doors I had just recently entered from open and in... walks? Slithers? Shimmies? ...a lamia dressed in business attire and holding a handful of papers. She exudes a professional aura as she moves up to the chalkboard and begins writing. 'Ms. Nana'. She then moves over to the podium, placing her small stack of papers on it before clearing her throat with a cough and looking down to my childhood friend and myself.
	She raises a hand while, unexpectedly and energetically, yells "GOOOOD MORNIIIING!!!" I'm left to confusedly stare at this 'teacher'. So much for that professional demeanor. "Welcome to Cockslave 101! I'll be your teacher today! You can call my Miss Nana! Or you can just call me Miss Super Sexiness the Second! Kyaaa~!" She places both hands on her blushing cheeks, twists around behind the podium, and flicks the end of her snake tail in what I assume to be embarrassment. If nothing else, it seems that things won't be boring.