"At the moment, I'd sleep with a brown snake before I'd sleep with you," Jim replied. He looked at her levelly for some time before adding, "Joshua saw potential in you. The potential for a caring person to emerge from underneath your cold, uncaring shell. I saw that potential, too, which is why I volunteered to be your porter after every other one refused."
Mia looked around the room at the men dressed similarly to Jim. Most were real hunks and probably younger than Mia, though not younger than most of the women in the room. "You're saying the rest of the porters refused to work with me?" Mia asked, stunned.
"Yes," Jim replied firmly. "To a man, they saw your photos and read your transcripts and said they were not interested."
"But... but," Mia stuttered, "I'm gorgeous and can have my pick of men."
"True beauty lies in what's beneath," Jim said. "What's beneath that cold, hard, ice queen exterior, Mia? Is there a decent, caring person fighting to get out? Or is there nothing but more ice under the carapace? Your fiancé and I believe there is more beneath the shell. Will you prove us right or wrong?" He walked away.
Mia watched him leave, disbelieving. That fat old man had turned her down? Impossible! Mia knew she could charge thousands per night as a top-end escort because she had received that offer. Yet, this old, fat prick told her he would rather sleep with a snake than with her? Well, Mia called 'bullshit' on that! The problem was that Jim's voice held an undeniable truth, and Mia recognised that at the moment he said it, Jim meant it.
Pondering Jim's pronouncement, Mia looked around the room and compared their bodies and looks to hers. She studied the female attendants the closest and immediately realised that she was the only one with surgically enhanced breasts. Mia looked down at her barely concealed tits and remembered they were a solid C-cup even before she'd had them increased to an E. She wondered briefly why she'd done that, before remembering that men loved big-titted blondes. Which, of course, made Mia wonder if she even remembered her original hair colour. She was pretty sure she was a strawberry-blonde, but wouldn't have taken bets.
Suddenly feeling a little insecure, Mia searched the room for a friendly face before spotting the woman she'd shared an elevator with earlier. 'That tubby tart would love to have a hot friend like me,' Mia thought, sliding off the stool and walking towards her,
Sarah watched Mia approach, hiding her disdain for the plastic-looking woman. She warned the others, "Looks like we're getting company."
"Hello," Mia said sultrily. "We didn't have the chance to become acquainted in the elevator."
"That's because you had your nose stuck so far in the air that I doubt you could have seen what was in front of you," Sarah replied bluntly.
Mia blushed before turning and returning to her seat.
"That was harsh," Sally protested.
"I'm sick of salad-eating, skinny plastic bitches treating me like I'm beneath them," Sarah growled. "Maybe I'm a bit overweight, but plenty of men love a woman who has a few curves."
"I'd love curves like yours," Saly said enviously. "I look like an ironing board with eyes."
"You have shape," Kylie protested. "They're not exaggerated like Sarah's and mine are, but your boobs and hips match and they're both wider than your waist. That's the shape every guy seems to love most."
"Do you think?" Sally said plaintively. "The guys at high school and uni ignored me for girls who looked like you two."
"That's because guys are pigs," Sarah muttered. "Stick a big set of tits on a post and they'll try to pick it up."
Before Sally could answer, Cynthia Nixon walked into the room again. Sally glanced at the clock above the bar, surprised that it read six o'clock--they'd been mingling and chatting for over four hours. The only one who hadn't made at least one new friend was Mia, not that the gorgeous, if plastic, bottle-blonde cared. Or so her demeanour would suggest.
"Ladies, if you would file through that door," Cynthia gestured towards the wall before her, "we'll serve dinner. For tonight, we're having a buffet-style dinner where you grab a plate and help yourself. Starting tomorrow, we will serve an a la carte menu. There are no seating arrangements, so sit where and with whom you please."
"Great! I'm starving," Sarah said, dragging her new friends after her.
Most of the women there looked around nervously, scared to be the first to show they were hungry. However, Sally and Sarah followed Sarah and got plates. They watched, amazed, as Sarah piled BBQ chicken and rib pieces on her plate before adding potato wedges and a little coleslaw. Sally and Kylie, who were both conscious of their weight, took a small portion of skinless roasted chicken breast and a tiny bit of salad without dressing. They followed Sarah to the expansive table and sat beside her.
Sarah sat so that she faced the door and the buffet. She snorted with amusement when she saw how little food Sally and Kylie had gotten. She watched even more amusedly as most of the fiancées did the same. Only about four of the eleven women entering the dining room after them got a helping of any size.
Sarah looked at Sally amusedly before saying, "You ain't growing tits or a bottom eating that little!"
"Huh?" Sally responded.
"Breasts are fat, honey," Sarah explained. "So are hips. I bet that the plastic bitch had the fat hoovered from her thighs and stuck in her ass. It's the only way for that shapeless slag to have an ass that round."
Kylie glanced at Mia before she said doubtfully, "Shapeless?"
"Without the silicone in her tits and the fat added to her ass, she'd have a square shaped body. If that's not shapeless, I don't know what is."
Sally worked through the sentence, thinking square is a shape, so she's hardly shapeless. But Sally knew what Sarah meant, and thought, 'Sarah's saying that without all the cosmetic work, I'd have a better shape than her.' Sally liked that thought. She watched Mia searching for somewhere to sit and realised the women were all freezing her out.
"I feel sorry for her in some ways," Sally said. "Everyone knows she thinks she's better than them, so they're turning their backs on her. She must be so lonely. Do you know her name?"
"I heard the assistants discussing her," Kylie said guiltily, because she knew she'd listened to a personal conversation. "They called her Mia."
Sally watched as the other women around the tables casually closed ranks, leaving no space for Mia to join them. Sally sighed, knowing it was the right thing to do, but knowing Mia would make things difficult and uncomfortable. "Mia," she called, waving her hand. "Join us."
Sally looked at her friends and saw they both looked like they'd bitten lemons. However, they all accepted that Mia needed to join a table, and theirs was the only one available.
Mia heard Sally call her name, and couldn't help feeling relieved. For all of her life, Mia had gotten on better with men than women. Mia's sexuality was always more overt than covert, like most women's were, and even before she'd enhanced herself from an eight to a ten, they felt threatened by her.
She found other women to be shallow and underhanded in their dealings with each other. If Mia had a problem with someone, they knew it. In fact, everyone in her vicinity knew it because Mia was letting them know in no uncertain terms what her problem with them was. Other women found that confronting and labelled her butch, a bitch, or worse. Not that Mia cared. She couldn't give one flying fuck what other women thought of her.
Mia brought her meal to the table and sat beside Sarah, hiding her grimace when she saw Sarah's almost angry response. She sighed, realising that if she were to be there for a month, having some friends to talk to would help speed the days. Pretending cheer, Mia said, "I'm Mia, but I see you've already figured that out."
"I'm Sally," Sally replied. "Beside you is Sarah, and beside me is Kylie."
"Hi," Kylie and Sarah said.
Mia chose to take the bull by the horns and turned to Sarah. "I'm guessing snotty, hot bitches like me have been mean to you in the past?"
"Ever since I grew these," Sarah retorted, cupping her heavy, Double-D tits.
"I get snide comments about being a 'plastic bitch'," Mia offered. "Of course, they're only jealous. The same as those hot bitches are of you."
"Why would you be jealous of me?" Sarah asked disbelievingly.
"I didn't say I was," Mia replied. "I said those bitches that taunted you probably were. Threatened by your sexuality, I'd guess. I have the same problem."
Sarah felt the anger and frustration from years of abuse by hot chicks like Mia seething through her, and she said nastily, "My first thought was that you were one of those jealous, threatened plastic bitches."
"Why would I be jealous of you?" Mia asked. "I'm hotter than you, thinner than you, and I'm better educated. Name one thing you have that I should be jealous of."
Sally wanted to say something, but her in-built reticence stopped her. Kylie had no such problems. She said curtly, "Sarah's all natural. Without the Botox, collagen, and breast implants, you'd be a shapeless seven, maybe an eight on a good day. Sarah's a natural nine, so bzzz, you lose."
Mia looked inside and knew Kylie's summation was correct. However, she really couldn't give a rat's ass about her opinion. Still, she needed friends if she were going to survive this month, and despite having had few female friends during her life, Mis knew these three were her best chance. She grinned and replied, "But with all that stuff, I'm a ten, right?"
"Yes," Kylie replied, giving Mia a withering look.
"So, I'm a plastic ten. You're a natural ten. Sarah is a natural nine, and Sally here only needs a few more well-developed curves, and she's a ten, too. Therefore, given we're the hottest group here, why don't we work together to improve our month?"
"Like what?" Sarah asked, still seething.
Mia looked at her evenly before addressing the group. "With the possible exception of Sarah, I'm probably the most experienced in sex of us, yeah?" The others nodded. "It seems we're here to explore our sexuality and become more open to it, right?" The others nodded, even though Sarah wanted to protest that she was hardly 'experienced'. However, she knew what Mia meant, so she nodded and remained silent.
Mia continued. She even had the grace to blush. "You three were fairly loud in the loos earlier. I've never been with another woman, and it seems our fiancés expect us to bring female lovers to their beds. I can give you help and strategies to keep your men interested. Will you help me with same-sex sex?"
Sarah was about to snarl, "Hell no!" when Sally surprised her and said, "I don't know, Mia. I don't think I could experiment with someone I didn't at least like. I mean, if there's no physical attraction because there's no emotional attachment, I don't think I would enjoy making love to that person."
Mia considered for a while before saying, "Sex for sex's sake can be fun. There's no emotional involvement, just two people sharing their bodies to get each other off. I've fucked many times, and as long as both parties know what they're doing and looking for, it's glorious. However, it's true that it is much better if there's an emotional connection."
"Have you ever fucked someone you actually cared about?" Sarah asked doubtfully.
Tears sprung into Mia's eyes and she admitted, "No, not really. Not since my first boyfriend. Fuck, Jeremy. What a stud! Captain of the first thirteen at my school and the man who took my virginity. I was a skinny seven in those days. All flat-chested, no waist, thin legs because I ran all the time. I loved him so much, and then he dumped me for a voluptuous eight. He broke my heart that day, and I swore I'd make myself so hot no man would ever turn away from me again."
"Did it work?" Kylie asked, feeling sorry for the plastic blonde for the first time.
With tears slowly leaking from her eyes, Mia admitted, "Yes. But it made me cold and uncaring, and I've found it difficult to give myself to someone completely since I made that decision. All I cared about was my ability to turn a man on and make him mine. I've been shallow, not giving my entire self because I was always looking for the bigger, better deal."
"It's hard to trust after being betrayed," Sarah said reluctantly. She felt the same way when a boy had pushed her for sex on their first date and then spent the next week at school bragging about banging her, even though she'd refused. Sarah refused to go on another date with anyone from her high school after that event. She added, "I believe you've made a significant step forward by admitting what you did."
"Perhaps," Mia replied. "Or, being cynical because I'm not sure I trust my motivations, I'm painting another picture and putting up another false façade to get what I want from you three."
"Are you?" Sarah asked bluntly.
Mia shook her head. "I don't believe so, but given my past behaviour, who knows?"
It would take most of the rest of the month for Mia to realise her ice queen façade had suffered another significant crack.
The four women chatted about what the subsequent weeks would entail. Sarah joked it would involve lessons in giving head, taking it up the ass, and other ways to please your husband. Mia kidded that Sarah was probably right as Kylie and Sally watched, wide-eyed and disbelieving. But then Kylie teased, "I've probably given forty or fifty blowjobs." Incredulous, the other three stared at her until she explained. "I used to give boys blowjobs on dates so they wouldn't try to fuck me. I've given so many that I could probably give the teachers lessons on how best to get a man off quickly."
Before the girls could further discuss what Kylie had said, Cynthia Nixon strolled through the dining room. With this room being much smaller than the bar, Cynthia eschewed a microphone and used her strong, compelling voice. "I see we're already developing little cliques amongst the fourteen of you. I'm sorry, but although you will become closer to some than others, I cannot allow the typical cattiness that often develops when five or more women get together. Starting tomorrow at breakfast, you'll form into groups of three or four to attend your lessons and to help cook the meals for your fellow attendees and the staff."
Cynthia looked around the room, challenging anyone to disagree. She continued by naming the groups she wanted. Mia and Sally were in one group, with Kylie and Sarah in another. Cynthia tasked Mia and Sally's group with preparing breakfast while, to Kylie's shock and Sarah's amusement, their morning lesson was named 'Fellatio 101'. 'Fellatio 201' followed that lesson. Lunch was scheduled for 12:30, with another four women assigned to that task while the women who had helped with breakfast were scheduled for the same two courses as the morning groups. Another group of four were selected to help make the evening meal.
Cynthia finished her spiel by saying, "For those not helping with the evening meal, there will be an informal gathering in the bar between five and seven o'clock. You're welcome to attend with our without your attendants."
Not long after that, the groups of women broke up. It was still early, so most were unsure what to do. Sarah gathered her friends and returned to the bar. It was open, so the girls ordered drinks and took a seat in the same corner they were in earlier.
"I can't believe that one of the lessons is how to give head," Kylie said, shaking her head. "I wonder if I shouldn't offer my services to show the others what to do."
"Do it!" Mia retorted. "Offer and then show them how good you are. Lars seems to have the biggest wang I've seen here. Swallow all of him and then say, 'See? Easy!'"
"I can see it now," Sarah chortled. "My name is Kylie, and although I'm a vaginal and anal virgin, I'm the best ever at giving head. Girls, watch and learn. And then you drop to your knees and deep-throat Lars in one fell swoop."
The girls spent the next several hours chatting about this and that. The conversations with Mia were still quite superficial, but a friendship of sorts grew between the four. By the time Sarah announced she was going to bed, the four friends had become comfortable discussing virtually anything.
Chapter 4: The First Night.
Sarah Alberts.
Sarah opened her unit's door, unsurprised to find Lena and Paul waiting for her. They asked if she wanted them to stay, and when she nodded, helped Sarah to undress and get into bed and then got in with her. Sarah didn't understand why they didn't do anything more until Lena explained, "We will encourage you to explore your sexuality, Sarah. But we will not push or try to force you to. If you want nothing more than cuddles for the night or for us to leave, then that is fine. If you want more, you must ask or show what you want."
In answer, Sarah took Lena's head between her hands and guided Mia's lips onto her turgid nipple. Simultaneously, Sarah reached behind her and gripped Paul's swiftly swelling member. She jacked it until it was rigid and then fed it into her sweltering pussy. She moaned as Paul's thick, lengthy cock opened her love passage and glided inside.
Paul rolled onto his back, taking Sarah with him. He hooked his feet around Sarah's ankles and spread her legs wide, offering her sex to Lena's avaricious eyes. Lena hummed delightedly before lowering her lips onto Sarah's button and lavishing it with her tongue. Then Lena used her thumbs to spread Sarah's labia. Holding Sarah's pussy lips apart, Lena tongued from where Paul's lengthy cock plunged into her pussy, up to her clit and then back. Following that path over and over until she sensed Sarah stood on her peak. As Sarah prepared to lead, Lena sucked her cum switch into her mouth, sucked hard, and bit gently.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, ffffffffaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrk!" Sarah yelled as a stupendous orgasm blasted her mind to smithereens.
Once Sarah settled, Paul encouraged her into a sixty-nine with Lena and then knelt behind her voluptuous ass. He gripped Sarah's hips, and with a vicious lunge, planted his entire 7-inch cock into Sarah's cunt. Sarah moaned into Lena's pussy as Lena licked her slit and clit, occasionally lashing Paul's thrusting shaft.
Wanting to give pleasure because the feelings her two lovers were eliciting from her were overwhelming her, Sarah tilted her head and lapped at Lena's dripping juices. Lena moaned against Paul's turgid cock. The sudden extra sensation broke Paul's concentration, and with a guttural growl, he unloaded his nut sack into Sarah's extremely tight, squelchingly hot pussy.
Paul fell onto his side, and Lena rolled Sarah onto her back before eating and sucking Paul's cum from her inflamed cunt. Sarah, still inexperienced in Sapphic love, copied Lena's actions on her pussy to Lena's. The girls had two more orgasms before deciding they should sleep. Sarah couldn't believe how comforting it was to have Lena pressed breast-to-breast with her with Paul in the big spoon position.
Mia Walker.
Jim, Mia's assigned porter, accompanied the tall, surgically enhanced blonde back to her rooms. He opened her door and held it so she could enter and then quietly said, "Good night, Mia. Sleep well."
Jim stepped back, allowing the door to close. But before it did, Mia pulled it back open and, fearful of rejection, asked, "Jim, will you please stay and have a drink with me?"
"I'd love to," Jim said, smiling.
Mia looked into the bar fridge and saw a bottle of expensive chardonnay she'd enjoyed on a previous occasion. Bringing it out, she showed it to Jim, and asked, "Happy with a white wine?"