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Find ’em hot. Leave ’em wet.

That’s the student motto here at Fire Academy.
Too bad Lacey Nelson thinks I’m the devil incarnate.
She acts tough, but I know innocence when I see it.
I could set her world ablaze with a single finger, be the first inside her hot house.
If I could get close enough…
She’s the only girl in this year’s class.
Every guy in here wants a piece of the action.
But there’s a reason they call me the Dream Machine.
She’ll slide down my pole and discover why.
What she needs is a distraction—ten throbbing inches of it.
And I’m going to give it to her.
Even if I have to burn this place to the ground.

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Judging by the décor and general lack of warmth, I don’t know if this is an esteemed fire academy or a state penitentiary.

A guy, quite naked, goes running past us down the hall.

Make that a zoo.

Captain Jennings shakes his head beside me. “First week and the Kool-Aid’s out already. A lot of these guys think this is some sort of frat-house freak show, but come tomorrow morning they’re going to find out it’s anything but.” He stops by a door. “Here we are.”

I note the number on it is sixty-nine.


The Captain slides a key into the lock and opens the door, ushering me through. The room is small, utilitarian, but given what I grew up in it may as well be the Taj Mahal.

“So, what do you think?” asks the Captain, framed by the doorway.

“It’s great. Thank you,” I smile back.

The Captain leans against the doorway playing with a loose thread on the brim of his Pemberton Fire Academy Instructor cap. “I have to apologize again about the arrangements. We had a room on the other side of campus all prepped, but this year’s intake was bigger than expected.”

I pull the curtains open and look out the window. “It’s fine, really.”

“I know you’re stuck in Testosterone Land here,” continues the Captain, “but there’s a female bathroom down the hall that’s all yours—ten or more showers you can take your pick of. Besides, any of these assholes give you trouble, you just come knocking on my door, okay?”

“Yes, Captain,” I reply. “I grew up in a town where males outnumbered females three to one. I think I’ll be okay.”

He flicks the brim of his cap. “That’s the spirit. Do you need a hand bringing your things down?”

“No, sir.”

He hands me the key. “Alright then, Miss Nelson. Welcome to the Hot House.”

He nods and leaves.

I close the door and take a seat on the bed, the excitement of others echoing down the hallway.

I breathe in. I breathe out.

You sure about this, Lacey?

Now I’m here, I’m not so sure.

I take out my cell, my finger hovering over the screen. It would only take one call.

No. Not today.

I slide the cell back into my pocket and stand, heading back out into the hallway, and bang smack into…


Like, a lot of penis. I’m talking the Empire State of shlongs, the Pecker King. There’s no other way to describe it.

Penis Dude stands there with his hands on his hips, looking down where I’ve just collided with his appendage-slash-trouser snake, and he’s grinning. His smug, chiselled, surprisingly perfect features are actually grinning at me.

I literally leap back in shock.

He continues to stand there in his birthday suit like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like I should get onto my knees and worship his Adonis-like perfection.

I punch him in the chest instead.

I have no idea why I do this. It’s simply a reflex.

There’s only one problem: he’s got a brick wall for a body.

It’s like I’ve tickled him with a feather, his smirk widening.

He looks down at his eight-pack and lifts his head, honey-amber eyes aflame. “If you wanted to touch, all you had to do was ask.”

My mouth actually drops. “Excuse me?”

He takes hold of his dick and shakes it at me. “Don’t be scared. He doesn’t bite… much.”

And he winks. This arrogant, mold-cast caricature of a man actually has the balls to wink as if it’s a kind of kinky punctuation mark.

Oh, no. No, no, no you don’t.

I step up to him, which is to say his pecs given I’m half his height. I poke him right in what appears to be an eyes-with-wings tattoo, though it could be Spongebob Squarepants for all I know, and do my best to avoid the swinging pendulum that is his super-penis. “Look…” I realize I don’t know his name.

“Payton,” he grins, “but you can call me whatever the fuck you want.”

“Look, Payton. I don’t know why you’re naked—”

“I heard you’re the only female in the intake this year.” He glances down at his cock. “I thought you’d appreciate a personal introduction.”

I ignore him. “I don’t know what kind of Sigma Alpha asshole-fest you’re fresh from, but none of this is going to fly with me, comprendo?”

He lets go of his dick to throw his arms wide. “Or what? Hate to tell you this, but you’re no million-dollar baby. That jab was foreplay where I’m from.”

I’ve met my share of entitled jocks before, but this guy is taking it to a whole new level.

I take a step back before his thing takes my eye out. “I’m here to study, train… You know, like an adult.”

He shrugs, his eyes dropping to take me in. “That’s a shame, because a body like that was built for adult activities.”

I look down at his cock and immediately begin to blush, averting my eyes.

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