Darcie didn't doubt it was true; her arms were large and muscular. She picked up Darcie's bag, put it on the desk, and went through it. She started to say something, but Greta gave her that look that older women in the club had given her, don't say a word, or I'll mess you up. She took her makeup, jewelry, and the outfits she liked to wear to the mall. Greta even took the two pairs of yoga pants. Darcie loved the way they showed off her shapely ass and protruding pussy. Darcie stood silent when Greta took the three vibrators out of the side pocket. Now she thought it was more like a prison. How would she give her pussy what it craved without the toys?

"You won't need these here," Greta said.

The only items left were two sweatpants, oversized jerseys, and a long flannel nightgown.

"You will get them back when you leave," Ms. Garrett said.

That won't be long; Darcie hoped her friend would send her money, so she could join her at the college, figuring she would work part-time, register for school, and hook up with someone.

"Come with me," Greta said. The first place they went was the supply room for bedding and uniforms. When they got to the room, Darcie thought her walk-in closet at home was bigger.

"Now, you need to take a shower."

"I took one before coming here."

"We've had a problem with lice, so it's required."

There were rooms on four floors, with a bathroom on each floor they shared. The bathroom was empty, and there was a large shower with six showerheads. Darcie removed her clothes, turned on the shower, and washed her hair. She turned, and Greta unbuttoned the dress. It fell to the floor, no bra or panties, and Darcie had never seen such a big set of tits. They were large, natural cleavage all the way down the nipples upturned and dark, and Darcie figured it would take both hands to lift one of them.

"I guess you need to be shown how to wash properly."

Greta got a brush with brown bristles to scrub the walls and floor. She got her in a headlock and started washing the blonde shoulder-length hair.

"Now, lift your arm." Greta scrubbed the armpit and then did the other one. Darcie was scared to object, afraid of what this big woman would do.

"Wow, look at that bush. Should we call you monkey woman?" It was thick and dark, leaving no doubt that her blonde hair was fake, but it looked good and made her more appealing.

"Spread your legs." The brush had the armpits stinging, so she reluctantly spread the legs. Darcie moaned as the brush gently touched her pussy, exciting the outer lips. Greta held on to the back of her head and worked the brush all over, and Darcie couldn't help but think it was erotic, making the pussy hunger for more. The brush went back and forth, bringing her so close to what she craved a sweet orgasm.

"You are so lovely; soon, you will be in my bed and loving it."

Darcie had never thought about women sexually. Greta dropped the brush, and her large fingers were massaging. Then one went inside, and Darcie gasped.

"I know you are a virgin with a woman. It can be just as good as a nice hard cock."

She didn't think that was possible. It would be hard to beat three cocks at once, having the ass and pussy pounded by big cocks, but Greta made the pussy feel wonderful. Darcie closed her eyes, enjoying the fingers inside, massaging the walls. Some women came in, and Greta abruptly pulled out the fingers.