"A fifties household?" Mia said disparagingly. "That's what you expect us to be? The little woman who stays at home barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen?"
"That depends on whether you want to hold on to your meal ticket," Cynthia said icily. "You can, of course, choose not to learn the lessons we will provide, but don't think your engagement will survive if you fail to learn them, even for a minute."
Chastised, Mia dropped her glare and turned away. She wondered if she shouldn't get up and walk out. What stopped her, surprisingly, wasn't the thought of losing her 'meal ticket'; it was that, in a carefully suppressed part of her heart, Mia loved her fiancé, Joshua Westwood. He treated her better than any man she'd ever been with. Joshua genuinely seemed to want her to be the best person she could be. Mia didn't know it, but the first crack in her ice queen façade had appeared.
Satisfied that she had cowed Mia's rebellion, Cynthia continued. "You will meet here at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow, where you will be divided into groups of four. Each group will be assigned a task in the kitchen where the academy's meals are prepared, and your meal preparation training will commence. I suspect some of you may already be quite skilled in this area. You will help train those who are less experienced. Learn to collaborate instead of competing against each other, ladies, unlike how it typically works outside of here."
Cynthia glided through the room, assessing the women present. She briefly paused at the group of Sally, Sarah, and Kylie, knowing that all three would return to their fiancés prepared to embody the supportive wives and partners their men needed.
She smiled and spoke to the academy students once more. "You've all been supplied a porter or a couple to help you become an academy graduate. Go to them for advice because they have all attended this or its brother academy. If you're horny, you may use each other or your assigned helpers to relieve that. If you wish to use another woman's helpers, you must ask permission from that person's owner. Their name tags spell out who that is, and Imogen or one of the others at the front desk will help you contact them."
Cynthia looked around, noticing that some appeared enthusiastic, others seemed nonplussed, and a few looked angry. Mia fell into the last category. Cynthia concluded with, "Enjoy tonight and make as many friends as you can. These women will become your lifelong friends. The people you know will support you no matter what. They will celebrate your and your husband's successes, share in your losses, and provide unconditional love when you need it most. Learn to love and cherish them as you do your husband." Cynthia turned off the mic and strode sedately from the room.
After the exchange, Sarah asked, "So, did you two, ummm, take advantage of your two helpers?"
"No!" Sally and Kylie gasped together.
"Why? Did you?" Sally asked.
"Oh, Gawd, yes!" Sarah exclaimed. "With cocks that big," she gestured around at the enormous wangs that surrounded them, "how could you not?"
"I'm a virgin," Kylie whispered, embarrassed by that fact in this setting.
"Oh, girl, we'll have to fix that for you before we leave here," Sarah chuckled.
"No," Kylie insisted. "I want to give it to Mark on our wedding night."
"Girl, I don't think he wants it," Sarah said, sure she was right. "He wouldn't have sent you here if he did." Personally, Sarah thought being a virgin on your wedding night could only end in disaster and set a disastrous precedent for the rest of your marriage if it didn't go well. As an earthy woman who loved food and sex equally, Sarah couldn't imagine fumbling your way through your first sexual experience with a similarly clueless partner. She'd surrendered her virginity to the first teacher she could seduce during her high school years.
"But," Kylie protested. "Don't men want to marry a virgin?"
"Hell if I'd want to," Sarah said dismissively. "I want to marry a man I know knows how to pleasure me." She turned to Sally and asked, "Are you a virgin, too?"
Sally shook her head and admitted that she'd surrendered her virginity to her fiancé on the first night they'd gone out. Not that Sally wanted to remain a virgin. It was that Leo was the first guy she felt attracted to who was also attracted to her. She'd enviously watched the more promiscuous girls at her high school and university getting laid regularly, but it seemed that the type of guy she wanted didn't want her.
She looked down at her flat, shapeless body and said, "I don't have enough assets to attract a guy who isn't into nerds."
Sarah examined the mousy-blonde girl and couldn't help but agree. However, Sarah thought Sally had enough shape to work with if she knew how to display it correctly. She said, "Try this for me. Stand as tall as you can, pull your shoulders back and stick your tits out. Then, prance over to the bar and get us another round of drinks. I bet more than just a few of these guys watch you."
"I couldn't," Sally replied, blushing.
"You could and you will," Sarah insisted.
"Do it, Sally," Kylie urged. She knew she wasn't brave enough either, but she would be with some encouragement.
Taking a deep breath, Sally stood tall and pulled her shoulders back. Her small but shapely breasts rose as her hardened nipples pointed forward. Then, pretending a confidence she didn't feel, Sally strode across the room to the bar. The effect was that her breasts bounced softly as her muscly ass cheeks flexed and relaxed. Many eyes flicked over her body, with many a tongue dabbing suddenly dry lips.
Sally reached the bar, trying not to pant nervously as she ordered three more glasses of Chardonnay. She became even more aware of the eyes examining her body as she returned to her friends. However, the stares weren't lascivious, and Sally found their scrutiny intoxicating because she felt sexy for the first time in her life.
"You did it!" Kylie said excitedly, clapping her hands and jumping up and down. Which, of course, caused her firm B-cup breasts to bounce delectably.
Sarah avidly watched them bounce, aching to use her mouth on them. Her brief experience with Lena earlier had whetted her appetite for exploration, and she fully intended to pursue her opportunities.
Sally tittered embarrassedly before saying, "I can't believe I just did that!"
"Your ass looked so great, strutting like that!" Kylie said. "It reminded me of those supermodels you see walking on the catwalk."
Sally's disbelieving giggle joined Kylie's, and the girls' eyes widened when they both felt an electric jolt when they touched hands. The shock seemed to jump from their hands directly to their pussies, and both girls gasped as their arousal peaked. Ignoring it, Sally tittered, "Yeah, sure. My tittyless, bony-ass as a supermodel. I can just hear the announcer saying, 'Next is the entirely shapeless Sally Preston. Notice how every item she wears hangs from her shoulders, revealing precisely zero assets.'"
"Oh, I dunno," Sarah drawled. "Do you think Sally Pearson, the Olympic women's 100m hurdles champion, has an attractive body?" Sally nodded, and Sarah continued, "I think yours and hers are quite similar. You even resemble her a little."
Sally looked down at her thin body doubtfully. That someone thought she looked like anything more than an ironing board with eyes was quite amazing to her. She looked up and saw that Kylie was nodding. Sally compared her new friends and noticed their bodies were banging. She thought Sarah resembled a slightly more voluptuous Kat Dennings, and she, too, saw the similarity between Kylie and her famous namesake. "I'll take your word for it," Sally said.
The girls sipped their wines, trying to ignore their growing attraction to each other and how wet their pussies were. "I think there is something in the water and wine here," Sarah joked. "Every time I have a drink, I get hornier."
"Me, too," Kylie and Sally said together.
The threesome looked at each other and laughed, thinking it was a great joke. The threesome knew it was the exposed pussies and barely concealed cocks around them that had their motors running.
"Well, ladies, what are we going to do about it?" Sarah challenged saucily.
Curious, Sally asked, "Did you really make love with your attendants?"
"Well, I'd call it fucking, but yeah, you know, what you said."
"Won't your fiancé be pissed when he finds out and break off the engagement?" Kylie gasped. Her pussy frothed as her mind conjured Mila lying back on Lars and patting her pussy, inviting Kylie to taste. Remembering that incident, Kylie thought, 'I'm so horny, and I could have sex with a woman and remain a virgin. Mark would never know I'd relieved my itch with a woman because I'd still have my hymen.'
Sarah shrugged and replied, "Last night, Adam encouraged me to go home with a man who kept trying to get me to dance with him. I thought he just wanted an excuse to get rid of me, so I figured 'fuck him', and let the guy take me home. Then, this morning, Adam called to say he was on his way over with breakfast and to get rid of my lover. When Adam got there, we made love, and then he proposed. I'd no sooner accepted than Adam bundled me into a limo and sent me here. I'm guessing he wants an open marriage, and if so, I don't mind. I doubt one man will ever be enough for me."
Agog, Sally and Kylie stared at Sarah before Kylie confirmed, "You fucked a guy last night and then your boyfriend called to say he was on his way over and you should send him home. Then, when he got there, he made love to you and then proposed?"
"Jeez, I sound so slutty when you say it like that," Sarah muttered before firmly saying, "Pretty much, yes."
"Do you love him?" Kylie, ever the romantic, asked.
"With all my heart," Sarah confirmed.
"Yet you fuck around with others?" Sally asked.
"Did you hear what the top lady said?" Sarah replied defensively. "It seems like we're all expected to."
Kylie and Sally realised the truth in what Sarah said and exchanged speculative glances.
Kylie turned to Sarah and said, "You think Mark doesn't want my virginity? He wants me to come to the marital bed experienced and ready to play?"
"I have no idea," Sarah admitted. "I wondered if I hadn't somehow signed up for a cult or into sexual slavery, but if this is one or we have been, then it's a damned expensive way to go about doing it."
Curious, Sally inquired, "Which rooms are you two in?"
"I'm on the top floor on the left when you exit the elevator," Kylie replied.
"I'm on the third floor, in one of the two rooms on the right. Why do you ask?" Sarah queried.
"Because Imogen said my suite was a $1,000 per day," Sally replied. "I'm on the top floor on the right."
"Faaaaaarrrrrrrrr out!" Sarah whistled. "That means your fiancé forked out thirty grand for you to stay here!"
"Mine did, too, or maybe because I look west, it's a little less, but still," Kylie added, shaking her head in disbelief at the fact that Mark had that much and would spend that much money on her.
"I can't imagine my rooms being much less," Sarah said wonderingly. "You're saying there are only two suites on the top floor?" Sally and Kylie nodded. "There are only four on my floor, so even if it's half the price of your rooms, that's still fifteen grand, but I'd bet it's more than that." Sarah was stunned that her fiancé would spend such a significant amount of money on her. She felt humbled by the thought he had.
Leaning forward, Sarah muttered, "I'm so freaking horny right now that I could fuck the bed post! If I don't get some relief soon, I'm afraid that I'm going to explode." Kylie and Sally stared at her, shocked, but before they could say anything, Sarah continued, "I'm going to duck into the loos and use my fingers to ease some pressure. Want to come and watch?" She walked off quickly.
Kylie and Sally exchanged another long look before Kylie, who, despite being a virgin, was the least body conscious and more daring of the two women, replied, "Yes. Come on, Sally. Maybe we should give ourselves some relief, too."
Sally was about to say no when she realised that she, too, was as horny as all get out. She let Kylie drag her after Sarah. The ladies' room was virtually empty, so it wasn't difficult to figure out which door Sarah was behind. They knocked, and Sarah opened the door, staring at them wonderingly. Kylie dragged Sally in after her and then locked the door.
"Well?" Kylie asked with a grin, even though her heart pounded nervously.
Confused, Sarah responded, "Well, what?"
"We want to watch you giving yourself relief," Kylie answered.
"Oh," Sarah said. Then, she thought about what Kylie had just said and went, "Oh!" Sarah shifted back, lifted her heels onto the toilet seat, and let her knees fall apart. Excited about displaying and playing with herself before an audience, Sarah thumbed her clit as she slid two fingers into her sopping gash.
Kylie and Sally watched intently as Sarah brought herself closer to an orgasm. Although both women were inexperienced with sex, neither of them was shy about masturbation. Therefore, Sally realised Sarah couldn't quite reach her peak with them watching, and, surprising herself, she bent over and kissed Sarah as she (Sally) pinched Sarah's nipples.
The sudden kiss and extra stimulation crashed Sarah off her peak, and she orgasmed with a shockingly loud scream. Sarah's entire body shook as her climax blasted through her body like a bullet train through a tunnel.
"I guess what we're doing in here isn't a secret anymore," Kylie joked, envious that her friends had enjoyed this moment of intimacy. Kylie's clit throbbed in time with her aching nipples, and eventually, she couldn't stand it. "Move over," she panted, taking Sarah's place when she stood. Lifting her heels onto the commode seat, Kylie spread her knees wide and thumbed her clit.
Sarah stared at Kylie's dripping gash and, overcome with lust, she knelt and tentatively touched her tongue to Kylie's entrance. Kylie, who had been on the edge of an orgasm from the moment she saw Sarah playing with herself, immediately climaxed, coating Sarah's tongue with her sweet and tangy juices. Kylie, lost in euphoria, unawarely placed her hand behind Sarah's head and held her to her pussy tightly. Sarah grinned against Kylie's pussy before stabbing her tongue into the woman's vulva. Kylie crested again, her juices liberally flowing from her pussy and coating her friend's face.
After her second orgasm, Kylie's eyes opened, and she became aware of what she was doing. Blushing bright red, Kylie pushed Sarah away and gasped, "OMG! I'm so sorry. I did not mean to do that!"
Kylie tried to turn away, but Sarah wouldn't let her. "It's okay," Sarah said. "I've wanted to try sex with a woman for years, but have found no one to try it with." Sarah giggled, "Besides, you taste divine, and I'd like to do that again with you. Maybe in a bed and with a couple of guys?"
Sally was amazed that her new friends would do what they had. Initially, she was shocked when Sarah knelt and tongued Kylie's pussy, but then all her lesbian fantasies came crashing in, and she ached to be where the girls were. Giving or receiving, Sally wasn't sure which she wanted to do. All she knew was that if she didn't get some relief soon, she'd explode! Sally touched her clit and entrance and whimpered as her knees shook.
Knowing Sally's need, Kylie took a leap into her future. She grabbed the slender woman's hips and pulled her in front of her. Then, after taking a calming breath, Kylie tilted her head back and kissed Sally's button before lavishing her tongue over that sweet little cum switch.
Sally cried, "OMFG!" as her pussy pulsed. She bit her bottom lip, but couldn't prevent several more cries as a series of orgasmic shocks rattled through her petite body. Sally wondered if she was a lesbian and hadn't admitted it to herself yet. But as she shook with her orgasm, an image of John's enormous cock piercing her pussy blazed through her mind, and she cried out again as another orgasm blasted through her bones. 'Definitely not a lesbian,' Sally thought disjointedly as her body jittered on Kylie's mouth.
The three new friends, temporarily sated, left the cubicle and washed their faces. All three women blushed guiltily, refusing to meet each other's eyes. They didn't regret their tryst, but knew it was their horniness that caused them to make love to the others; not that they necessarily wanted them as lovers. However, there was now an undeniable comradeship between the three, and they all knew they'd make love together many more times in the future, especially during this month at the academy.
Sarah, Sally, and Kylie exited the bathroom and saw that almost the entire room was looking at them. The various attendants and porters looked with approval, some women with envy, and a few with clear disgust. Only Mia seemed indifferent to what they'd done.
Shrugging, Sarah suggested that the other two sit back at their table while she got some drinks. Kylie and Sally, blushing furiously, swiftly agreed and sat at the table with their backs to the room. They were surprised when Maja, John, Lena, Paul, Mila, and Lars joined them. Of course, the girls only knew their helpers, so they had to introduce the others. Each helper greeted the women by name, demonstrating that they knew more about the women than the women knew about them.
After the introductions were complete, Maja smiled and said, "It is good to see that you three are already embracing what the academy wishes you to learn."
"Oh," Sarah said, sitting down and handing out the drinks. "I thought we were just horny and fixing that problem."
"How many of you have had a sexual relationship with another woman before coming to the academy?" Maja asked teasingly. The three women blushed and admitted that they hadn't. "Yet, here you are, less than six hours after joining, having sex with each other in the loos." Maja grinned and added, "Trust me. Having sex in your bed is much more fun than inside a toilet cubicle." Everyone at the table laughed, even the three women, embarrassed though they were.
Chapter 3: The First Evening.
The afternoon get-together continued with only Mia, seemingly not finding a friend or two to chat with. Several women tried, but her icy disdain swiftly chased them away. What was worse for her was that despite drinking several glasses of champagne, she didn't become even remotely tipsy, and every sip seemed to send tingling sensations directly to her clitoris. Eventually, Mia decided she'd had enough and imperiously summoned Jim, the porter, over.
"For how long do I have to endure this bullshit?" Mia asked aggressively.
Purposefully misunderstanding, Jim replied evenly, "You may walk to the front desk and request a limo to take you home at any time. You're not a prisoner here."
Knowing that leaving would mean the death of her engagement to Joshua, Mia snarled, "I meant this ridiculous charade of a party."
Jim answered in the same mild tone, "It's not a party, but a chance for you to meet the other academy attendees and some helpers, porters, and assistants. You're the only one who has not tried to introduce yourself and make new friends."
"They're beneath me," Mia huffed. "There's not a woman here who can compete with my looks and intelligence."
"Perhaps not," Jim replied. "Although, considering how we men's attentions are divided amongst five or so genuine beauties, I'd say you have quite a few competitors. I'd also say those ten women all have better personalities than you."
Mia turned her icy blue eyes on Jim. "And you can fuck off and all," she said coldly. "You'd give your left testicle even to have the chance to sleep with me."