“OK, thanks for that!” Rebecca says. “Next up is – well, me, Luke, I’m your number 5.” She waves her card absently. “So, what can I tell you about me that I didn’t say on the phone?”

“I can’t really remember you saying much” you say.

She pauses. “OK, probably best I start from scratch then. I’m Rebecca Leigh, I’m 21 and I’m a third year student in accounting. Tough course, too, so I need some time to unwind, which is why I do the cheerleading, and the vore as well come to that. Only ever eaten guys, just don’t fancy girls really. Doesn’t seem right really. Love it, it’s a great feeling of power. I don’t know, probably done fifty or so in my time, been voring since I was 16, so I think I know what I’m doing. And I don’t look too bad on it, either? What do you think, Luke?”

You look her up and down. Yeah, it doesn’t seem to do her any harm at all. Just under six feet tall, slim, toned, great bust and long blonde hair. Rebecca’s sitting sideways to you on the arm of a leather chair. You can see the curve of her peachy bottom.

“Favourite food, not including guys of course, would be steak, I really love rare beef still running with blood, and I also love pecan pie.”

One of the girls interrupts her. “Yeah – that and vice principals! Tell them what you told me from yesterday!”

Rebecca sighs. “OK, yeah, I vored the VP, but that’s really not a big deal, Hennigan’s just a guy like the rest of them we eat. Get over it!”

Another girl speaks up. “Well, it’s news to me, but if you’re levelling with us it explains where that guy’s been and why he doesn’t answer his phone. Tried calling him this morning about my next year’s funding and all the time he’s inside you! You should have told me, if I knew he was, like, probably somewhere like up your butt by now I wouldn’t have bothered.” She sounds a bit irritated, but also not entirely believing..

“Look, he is not up my ass, I probably completely digested him hours ago so he must be pretty much gone now.” Rebecca waves a hand dismissively. “He was such a scrawny little man, it wouldn’t have taken me long.”

“Well, whatever state he’s in now, you could tell us why you vored him, if you really did. How do we know he’s not just run off with a student?” comments her friend.

“OK, if you must know, he tried it on with me. I was pretty angry about it. You guys know my grades haven’t been good and I’ve had trouble with my semester fees as well. Hennigan called me and said he wanted to talk about if there was a way round all this, and I should come over about six after uni closed. “Well, I thought I kinda had to go and see the old goat, so I went to his office. He’d shut the blinds and dimmed the lights, asked me to sit down with him on his old couch and offered me some wine. Real nice it was, too, fruity and chilled.” Rebecca paused, smiling.

“I was sipping my wine, and Hennigan started going on about how the uni couldn’t afford to keep people on who weren’t progressing and didn’t pay, but maybe we could sort something out between us. Then he put his hand on my thigh and started caressing it. I was pretty mad about that but didn’t let it show, cos when he was getting the wine out of his fridge I’d had a look around the room. On the walls Hennigan mainly had his framed certificates, or photos of him with some other dudes in suits, but I noticed one of the frames had his anti-vore ticket in it, and the expiry date was three days ago. So that was good.”

“Wowzer … you’re some lucky bitch … “ gasped one of the girls, who obviously believed her.

“Thought I’d go along with the old bastard a bit, so I said I really hoped we could get something agreed, and would it help his decision if I took my top off? He said it might – think he was hoping for the lot – so I’m sitting there in my bra with his hand up my skirt and I say, can’t help noticing, Mr Hannigan, but there’s a big problem with your vore ticket.”

“Yeah sure, Rebs, like Hennigan wouldn’t have got his vore ticket updated. He’s Mr Paperwork, he wouldn’t have forgot a thing like that.”

“Well he did, and it real surprised him because he got up and looked at the certificate, then said something pretty much like this” and here Rebecca put on a Harvard Uni sort of voice, “My dear, I do believe you’re correct. It appears I may have committed an administrative error, but a simple one to rectify. I shall have the matter attended to tomorrow.”

“OK, so how did you get round that, if you really did?” asked another of the girls.