The cropped blonde stood at the front and said, "It should only be about a 20 minute ride from here. When we get there, the director will inspect you,...and then orientation will begin." She sat down in the first seat and we took off.Based on the looks on the other girls' faces, I figured I might be the only volunteer attendee. A volunteer was still pretty rare, even though the camps began accepting volunteers several years ago. When the New Order took over the continent, they established a dozen. They will rise to the top organically, earn the support of the people, then prove themselves by besting their opponents in a bout.”“The leader does fight for the position then, but the people choose who gets that opportunity? I guess that makes sense. If anyone could challenge the leader on a whim, there would be a new one every other week, and the government would be in chaos.”“Yes,” she said with a nod. “We do not vote as humans do, at least, not with ballots. Other Rask of high status also. I first tried taking off my bra, and staring into the mirror I noticed how my nipples poked through the thin material of my tank top from a combination of arousal and fear of being discovered. I tried arranging my long blonde hair to cover my perky B cups, but it was just no good. It was far too obvious I wasn't wearing a bra. I put my bra back on and wiggled out of my jean shorts, removing my cute pink thong. This would have to do, I thought, as I pulled my shorts back on and stuffed my purse. The door opens and he sees me. Nods his head in approval and takes a few steps towards me and waits.My hands finds his belt and opens it slowly as I stare at the bulge in his pants. His jeans is the kind with buttons, so I start opening them one by one. I want to hurry; want to feel his cock in my hand and mouth right away, but I know he likes me to take it slow so I resist the urge to rip it open and plunge into it. I am soon rewarded for my patience as I pull his boxers down along with his.