Shawn here again, so you're back. You decided to read this story after all. Thank you SO much for that! Anyway the new chapter is going to feature me being hurt some more so look forward to that, I guess. Oh, this chapter has me and the other Freshmen moving into our dorm rooms but it will only focus on me and my new roommates.
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The Orientation had nearly wrapped up and Shawn was slowly feeling better.
"Finally the Upperclassmen you'll be living with will be acting as a guide and Mentor for the coming year. Now before you head to your dormitories, there are some unfortunate housing issues to take care of," Ms Pearl announced from the stage. "I need two VII volunteers to room with assistants." A few of the VII's held up their hands Rosé excitedly among them. "Okay Naomi and Simon," Ms. Pearl said marking something down on a tablet. "Now, I need one male student to room with six females three of them will be VII's." Every man in the room excitedly raised their hands hoping to be picked, or just going with the group. With the notable exception of Shawn, who was sitting still, dreading the idea of rooming with Naomi. Ms. Pearl scanned the crowd. "Okay, Shawn," she said simply, making another note in the tablet. Every man groaned, and Shawn paled.
"Wait but I-" Shawn attempted to object.
"I know you didn't volunteer Shawn, but I'm unhappy with doing this at all," the portly woman stated. "For this test run I gave the spot to someone who didn't behave like an animal when offered," she said glaring at the other men in attendance. "You'll have a sleeping area to yourself," Shawn sighed a single sleeping area eased his mind a bit. "I'm not worried about you misbehaving Shawn, you seem to be an upstanding individual." 'I personally selected your VII upperclassman, in case you aren't,' Ms. Pearl thought with a smirk. "Now wait for your names to be called and go with your mentor."
A woman marched out from a door beside the stage she was wearing a tight fitting brown T-Shirt, tucked into her camo pants, which were bloused onto her well shined black boots, her brown hair pulled into a tight short ponytail. She was packed with massive amounts of muscle, she had soft feminine facial features, maroon lipstick, and a sizable bust. She did a sharp turn standing before the freshman her heels together. She pulled out her smartphone scanning it for a moment and pocketing it again before looking back to the Freshman and standing at attention.
"Alright when I call your name line up in front of me!" She commanded with confidence ensuring the attention of everyone in the room. "Elliot, Allison; Elliot, Katherine; Prokop, Naomi; Thompson, Shawn." Ally, Kat, Naomi, and Shawn stood in front of the muscular woman. She looked to Ally who stood a few inches taller then her, they nodded to each other. Then to Kat who was staring back up at her eyes wide with admiration. She looked up to Naomi, she looked the massive woman up and down for a few moments. Finally she looked down to Shawn giving him an amused smirk before looking back up to a neutral level and staring past them. "My name is Joan Jordan, please refer to me as Jordan."
"Speaking on that," Ally tried interjecting.
"I will be leading you to your barracks and looking after you for the following year," Jordan interrupted speaking louder. "Please, follow me," she requested at a normal volume.
"Height line behind me," Jordan announced as soon as they were outside of the large theater. Kat stood behind Shawn, then Ally, then Naomi. "Forward! At Ease! March!" The group walked at a relaxed pace, Jordan taking high steps. Shawn's eyes were in line with Jordan's incredibly wide and muscular back, just below her shoulders.
"Enjoying the view?" Kat whispered to Shawn. Shawn scoffed, but this prompted him to better observe the woman before him. Her tight shirt showed off her muscle capped shoulders and powerful back. His gaze slowly drifted downwards her torso thinning a bit with her stomach and waist, then down to her round rock solid rear that flexed with each of her exaggerated steps. She had an hourglass figure, made of muscle.
