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Anne working Overtime 02. - A deal is cut
tanrayb@hotmail.com
As Anne came up the stair to the outdoor
restaurant overlooking
As Anne went over, she rose and they hugged
and kissed. Again the familiar feeling arose in Anne’s body, and she felt in
love just like the first day she saw her. The closeness was more overwhelming
than ever; the slender but strong arms, the full bust through the blouse, the
perfume, the entire person. Overwhelming….
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot these
latest days,” Jean said eagerly, taking off her sunglasses and
looking somewhat uncertain across the table at Anne. “After what you told me, I
think I’ve got something up my sleeve that might be of great interest to you.
At least I think that I should try to find out if it is!”
Anne immediately felt she knew what she was
getting at, and at that moment she regretted that she had been so frank back at
her school office a few days ago. That woman was an expert in getting such
rather intimate secrets out of people.
“I’ve got a fitness institute up in Mayo,
about half an hour from here. I started it about a year ago with some friends
of mine, as I mentioned before. I’d like you to come with me there for a
serious talk on some of our issues as soon as it would be convenient for you.
When would that be, do you think?”
Ann was rather confused. Where would that
actually lead her? She knew what she felt, didn’t she? What did she actually
have in mind? She had time available already at the forthcoming week-end
though, and they agreed on a time for her to be at the address Jean handed over
to her.
After this they had a cup of coffee and a
light salad to finish off their short meeting, chatting lightly on different
things, mainly about Anne’s studies and plans for a future job. Then Jean got
up and took off with her car, while Anne sat back for a while to admire the
magnificent view down at the bay.
Did she actually know what she was doing?
Was this something she really wanted, or was it time to back out so she would
not get further involved? She would think about this quite seriously in the
days up to next Saturday…
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“Not bad keeping in mind that this is the
result of work done in such a short time”, Jean exclaimed proudly, waving her
hand at the huge building from the front porch where they were standing. The
sign said “Alden & Vasquez Fitness centre” and Anne had to admit that the
building looked quite impressive. Damped rhythmic music could be heard from the
inside. “Fat is burned away in an alarming rate at this place, I can tell you”
Jill laughed. “I’ve already been doing two two- hour
workouts this morning, and I’m in for the third by late afternoon.
But never mind that. I had a wonderful
sauna and shower right before your arrival so I feel fine…; exhausted but fine.
Shall we?” Again Jill indicated with her hand that they should get inside,
“let’s go and have a serious talk in my office!”
Anne and Jean walked down the main hallway
of the institute. They’d been passing the different classes doing aerobics,
machine workouts and other kinds of training. The music could be heard from
behind the different doors as fat was burned with sweat and strain all through
the day. By a few, short peaks inside Anne already had the chance to focus in
on buttocks and thighs well measuring up to her tastes. Without doubt a good
hunting field for her kind of kink, had she just had the nerve to go for it.
But for now her mind was set on the body at her side only, the most exciting
person she had ever met in her life!
The facilities looked great, and Anne was
impressed by the things Jean and her colleagues apparently had achieved in such
a relatively short time. This had been hard work, she could tell. And probably quite significant investments. Not at all a small risk to take for someone like Jean, starting all
over again on her own. But now it was all up and running… and running
well. So well that she had been able to put aside some nice
bucks for harder times already. And she had no intentions of leaving it
at that. Not at all….
They came up to the door of Jean’s office.
She talked about these things, and the further plans she had, and that actually
was what she said she most of all would like to discuss with Anne.
They entered and came into a relatively
small office with a huge desk and two executive leather chairs. This furniture
looked fairly strange to Anne, and didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the
tings in the room. The rest of the things were not too many either. Two of the
walls were covered with shelves filled with leaf files and loose paper. On the
other walls there were some discrete, nice paintings or posters to each side of
the blinded windows. A typical working office, with what looked like too
extravagant desk and chairs.
Jean motioned for her to sit down and
strode behind the desk, her buttocks rolling provocatively under her skirt.
With an exhausted expression she let herself drop backwards down into the chair
as she smiled at Anne.
“So, dear, what do you think?”
Anne got nervous and her heart started to
pound in her chest. Now was probably the time for this woman to reveal some of
her intentions with this meeting. If she wasn’t all wrong
about the whole thing. But she couldn’t be! Not possibly!
“I think it looks great. I can see that
you’ve been working hard for this. It must have been horribly expensive”
“It is! But still, it’s only expensive if
it doesn’t pay off. I think that by optimising the way the facility is used, it
will be quite a profitable business. And the first thing I’ll do when the money
is right is to make this office a decent place! As I can see you noted, it’s
still just half finished. In time I might even get myself one of these damned
PC’s”
Patiently Jean explained the concept of her
business, and her ideas for further development. Again Anne was briefly
informed about how she got the idea, and how she then consequently decided to
go ahead when she was left with a small heritage from an aunt.
Anne had a few questions in between, but
left most of the talking to Jean. She was still nervously anticipating the part
she was hoping would be brought up any time now.
And finally, as Jean had concluded the
general information, she stopped her lecture for a moment, looked into Anne’s
eyes and cleared her throat. Then she continued.
“So, as I think I can feel that you
understand already, I will now get to the second part of my business strategy”.
She folded her hands behind her head and
crossed her legs.
“Parallel to the ordinary activities – as
we call them, - there’s a special staff program for development of a different
type of skills that I expect will get the business booming the next years. And
actually this is where I have a big interest in you!” she smiled.
“I started the program about half a year
after the opening of the institute, based on an idea brought up to me by some
of my current clients. I mean clients who are now using the services that the
program has developed.
To put it in clear terms, I have accepted
young girls for training here at the institute to learn how to be of service to
clients who are looking for especially skilled assistance. These clients are
ladies – no gentlemen allowed, - in good positions, who’s
got money to spend for the right kind of help.
They are otherwise quite ordinary women. I
mean ordinary in the sense that they want someone to look after their ordinary
requirements, or should I say needs, needs that for various reasons are not
satisfied in their everyday life. To be even more specific, I can say that most
of them are women who have no problems with receiving this kind of sexual help
and attentions from other women or girls. That doesn’t necessarily mean that
they are lesbians or even bisexual. They just can accept the fact that a girl
generally can give them far better service than any male can, basically from
the obvious fact that they are familiar with a woman’s needs in a much better
way. And they don’t have any problems with it. Obviously, those who would
have a problem with it, would not come here for such kind of service, would
they?”
Anne’s heart pounded so violently she
thought her chest would burst. She was right! She had just heard exactly
the words she had been hoping for; the very words that could open a world to
her that she did not think existed at all. She knew that the woman wanted her
first of all as one of her service girls. That alone was great when it came to
her erotic fantasies and how to possibly realise some of them. But she
definitely felt very special with Jean, and she knew that by going along
she would have a good chance to get to her at last. If she could just be as
good as she was expected to be.
Jean could see the excitement in the girl’s
eyes, and immediately knew that she had struck gold with this one. She had
planned for a much more careful approach, but she felt that the reaction she
observed now called for a swift advance to the next step.
She looked up and bore her eyes into
Anne’s.
“Tell ya what;
why don’t you run back to the kitchen and pick up a can of coffee, two cups and
some cookies for us? Pam and the others are busy, and I forgot when we passed
by. You know where it is, don’t you?
I’ll prepare some things here in the mean
time.”
Anne nearly jumped to her feet. “Of course,
I’ll be right back” she told her as she hurried out and down the hallway to the
kitchen.
Unfortunately the cans were all empty, and
it took the young girl a few minutes to brew another fresh one for the two of
them.
She was a little nervous that Jean should
have grown impatient by the time she came back into the office. But she didn’t
have to worry about that. Jean was sitting back quite relaxed, with one of the
leaf files on the desk in front of her. She smiled warmly up at Anne as she
placed the cups and the plate on the table and poured the coffee.
“Excellent Anne. Thank you very much. Now do sit down and
let’s have a look at this special records we’re keeping on some of our more
special attendees here at the studio.”
She opened the file and casually looked
through some of the folders.
“Like I told you, there’s a special program
for this girls aimed to carefully train the skills that our clients want. I
developed the program myself, well assisted by a partner that I plan to
introduce you to at some suitable occasion during this meeting.
These folders contain information on the
training program results of each of our lovelies, as well as the schedules and
plans for their client encounters after what we call the graduation. As you can
see, the cast is quite extensive already.”
The file sure was extensive, and Anne felt
a little bit bad about the prospect of ending up as just another folder in
Jean’s collection. That was probably what was next in store for her if she
should try to guess what the plans for her would be. She knew she wanted Jean
more than anything or anybody else, but if this was one of the ways to get to
her… Anyway the prospects outlined to her were by itself beyond anything she
had ever been dreaming of!
Something she most certainly did not
expect, though, was Jean’s next move in her initiation talk.
She had been talking about the coordination
of the program with the more ordinary day- time activities at the institute for
a few minutes. Then she held in and put down her cup.
She smiled at Anne and slid a little
further back in her executive chair.
“I told you I was planning to introduce you
to one of my closest partners,” she said, pushing her chair a little bit away
from the desk. “I actually planned to wait a little longer, but I think we’re
about ready by now.”
Anne’s eyes widened when her skirt- clad
crotch area appeared from out under the desk. A large bulge on the skirt
unmistakingly indicated that something was hidden under it. As Jean looked
straight into Anne’s face, she started to slide the skirt upwards. Breathlessly
Anne watched the edge rise up along her thighs, until finally a brown haired
head was uncovered. Then Jean tugged her skirt all the way up to her belt.
Anne stared open- mouthed. A fairly young
girl, a brunette of something like twenty, lay between Jean’s thighs. Her face
and mouth was buried deep in her crotch, so deep that her nose was pressed into
the little, tight bush of pubic hair over her slit. Ann could see the eyes
flick open and turning over to try to get a glimpse of the person looking at
her in this awkward position. However her face was turned too much away from
her, so the girl soon closed her eyes again and resumed her work on the pussy
she was serving. Anne felt a wave of heat flowing through her as she saw the
jaw moving slowly up and down as her mouth and tongue worked its steady rhythm.
Jean put a hand down to caress the girl’s
hair. “This is Deborah, or Deb, as I’m allowed to call her. My partner, my
friend, my lover and my first business associate. She was the first one to go
through the program, and as I told you, she helped me perfect it all through
the first year. Right Debbie?”
The girl’s eyes flicked open again, and she
looked up at her lady. Reluctantly she released her face from the sucking grip
of the saturated pussy, withdrew her tongue, and lifted her head just clear of
the bush of pubic hair,
“Yes ma’m,” she
whispered, licking her lips. She then turned her head slightly and looked over
at Anne for a brief second, not letting her expression show anything of what
she thought of the newcomer looking at her.
Then her face slowly started to descend down to the moist cleft under
her cheek, and soon her face was again buried up to her ears in Jean’s pussy. Jean sighed happily as the feeling again
spread throughout her body.
Anne discovered that she hadn’t been
breathing for the last minute or so, and let the air out of her lungs with a
long hiss. Her heart pounded so violently that she thought she was jumping up
and down in her chair with each beat. Jean’s hand continued to caress the
brunettes hair, as she remained half laying for another moment, enjoying the
sensations the hot mouth generated. When she finally looked over at Anne again,
she almost burst out in laughter by the sheer sight of the expression on the girl’s
face.
Smiling she loosened her skirt from the
belt and covered up the brown head again in a swift motion. Then she carefully
sat up as far as the position would allow, and slid her chair back up to the
desk again.
Now there shouldn’t be very much doubt
about what her program was all about, and it was time to make sure that her new
found darling would not loose her nerve and back out.
She bent forward and looked into Anne’s
eyes;
“Anne, I have plans for you. Plans for us. You’re made of the right stuff. I want you.
And I’m prepared to offer you better conditions than you’ll ever get any other
place if this all turns out the way I hope.”
She took another sip from her cup.
“Now, as you clearly understand, this
facility is much more than just a fitness studio. It is also a training studio
for the girls who are willing to join my group of what we call hostesses –
others would say service girls – to do special services to a number of clients
I have gotten to know over the past few years.
Anne’s face again grew glowing read, and
her head sank down slowly. Jean put her hand under her cheek to lift it up
again.
“Look at me, Anne!”
“Like I said; out there there’s
a vast number of ladies in good and influential positions. Or they are married
with influential positions. And many of them are seeking comfort, - for
different reasons. They might experience a lot of strain in their work, they
might be bored, or… and that’s very common; their husbands are getting their
kicks elsewhere, and they’re left with nothing. Because of the position their
husbands possess, they don’t want to break out of their marriage, just to get a
relief of their frustrations and tensions. And they want to feel loved and
cared for and desired. Like any woman!”
Jean smiled again; “And me and you, we can
help them! We can make them feel great again, feel wanted; make them feel like
real ladies! The difference is just the way they want it. They don’t want risky or complicated love
affairs. They want someone to wait on them, to look after their needs. Here and
now. And they have all – or most of them - discovered that a young, devoted
girl with good training is the one that can give it to them!”
Jean let go of Anne’s cheek.
“These ladies are not bad, they’re not
cruel or selfish, - not more than usual, that is. They want it this way simply
because they can get it, because they know that there is someone who's dying to
give it to them, and that they can afford it. It doesn’t only bring sexual
satisfaction. Even more important is the feeling of power and strength, the
feeling of being the one that the service is designated for, the one in the
centre of all attention, the feeling of being the very special person,… the mistress,… the queen!”
A small shudder went through Jean’s body
and she moaned. She grabbed Anne’s hands in hers before she continued;
“Now, remember; a woman’s pussy always was
a place of shame. Her weakest point. You know, it
smells, it’s moist, and it can be leaking fluids at the most inconvenient
moments. Nowadays we have a lot of means to control this and stay nicely clean
and fresh. But the feeling still remains. So, what can make such a woman
overcome her fears and bad feelings about this?” Jean tightened her grip on
Anne’s hands. Her eyes bore still deeper into Anne’s. “Yes, if she has the
right service! If someone shows her the right devotion, the unconditional worship, the unlimited passion about her body and soul. If
her service girl drowns her face in her pussy, suck her inside out, drink her
fluids and swallow her whole!!
Then what should she be afraid of? How can
she worry about any of these old, negative feelings when someone can show her
that this is exactly what she wants! And she wants it from her.
All day long! And all through the night!
Believe me; this releases passions that you
never thought you would see in a lady. The animal inside her.
The sexual monster! And then she will get totally wild. She’ll sit on your
face, suck your tongue into her anus, piss in your mouth, kick her legs around
in sheer joy and wildness… do all the things that she never thought she
would do!…. I tell you; I’ve seen it!
Another moan escaped Jean, and her hands
started trembling over Anne’s. Anne realised that the woman was actually
approaching orgasm!
“True enough, a woman’s basic instinct is
one of caring and looking after others. This will always be. And
as strong as ever. We are just going for the other…. side of her. The
one looking for the care and devotion to her needs, and hers alone! The
side of her that she so very seldom dare to let loose. And the one that – when
it really comes out, – transform her to the wild sex animal I talked about.”
“Then, when the first and wildest passion
has passed, they all eventually find their styles and favourite ways. And then
you can see all kinds of kinks, from the very ordinary and very lazy ones, up
to the ones even involving …. punishment and slave-
girl games.
“And that’s…. where we enter the scene to
really offer our regular services…. then we know exactly what….. they want… and how they want it.”
Jeans eyes grew dim, and slowly lost their
focus on Anne’s eyes. Then the trembling hands started to tighten their grip around her own.
“But most of them want… oh… different kinds
of pussy worship… like I’m having now….. oooh….
And that of course will always be our speciality. Service girl tongues
massaging stiff lady clits for hours on end… until… ugggggghhhh…..”
Jean stiffened and squeezed her eyes shut.
Then she shook violently as the orgasm hit her with tremendous force.
Her elbow hit the coffee cup and spilled
the content out over the desk. Fortunately not on any of her
papers.
Her torso bucked back and forth, and she
let her head sink down until her forehead rested on their hands on the desk,
spreading her hair all over them. Muted groans came from her throat as she rode
through the intense waves of pleasure generated by the patiently working
tongue. Anne could sense the smell of arousal even through the wonderful scent
of her hair. Some of the coffee reached the end of the desk, and started to
pour down on the carpet.
But they were both totally indifferent to
what happened around them. Ann was as obsessed by the scene as Jean, and was
close to an orgasm herself just by witnessing what happened in front of her.
Finally Jean relaxed. She raised her head
and stroked her hair back from her face. She looked over to her side at the
coffee that still dripped down from the desk.
“Anne dear, could you get some paper for
this mess… pulllleeeeease?!?!?”
“Sure” Anne replied as she regained her
senses and leaped up to get some tissues. Then she immediately lost her balance
for a moment and almost fell over her chair before she was able to get around
it and up to the door.
Jean – as she slowly started to regain her
composure from the erotic ride - couldn’t help but laughing for a moment as it
happened, but then quickly held in. After all it wasn’t worth risking her
relationship with Anne over such careless acts. Actually this was nothing but
yet another thing that the girl would have to learn to watch out for in her training.
Anyway she hardly had the energy to laugh, since she was still almost lying
over the desk, exhausted, panting, her body glowing
from an intense feeling of satisfaction.
Down under, the mouth on her pussy now
worked very slowly and gently, quietly just absorbing the juices still leaking
from her relaxed love- channel. Tender hands held her hip in position at the
edge of the chair, as they gently caressed her soft skin.
Well done! Exactly the way a good assistant
should be. A very good example for Anne.
Jean lifted her upper body from the desk,
and let herself fall back into the chair the same moment Anne rushed in with
paper tissue for the spilt coffee. Quickly the girl dried off the desk, and put
some extra tissues over the wet spot on the carpet. Jean used the opportunity
to gently put her index finger on the forehead of her under-table assistant, to
indicate to her that she had had enough. Immediately the head moved away, and a
soft warm towel gently soothed and comforted her saturated pussy. Then her skirt
was pulled down as far as it would go in her sitting position, and the girl
crawled back away from her under the desk, awaiting new orders.
Satisfied with her cleaning work, Anne sat
back down in her chair. The two women looked at each other for a moment until
Jean laughed and shook her head;
“Great life, isn’t it?”
Anne nodded and smiled. She still felt hot
like a glow, and really would not mind an encounter with Jeans assistant
herself. But she knew that was not for her. At least not at
this time.
Jean apparently red her thoughts like an
open book. Again she locked her eyes with Anne’s;
“There is pleasure to be had, and pleasure
to be given. You’re in for the perfection of your ability to provide pleasure,
and by that develop your experience of enjoying by giving. That focus is
important.
It’s a bit cynical maybe, but I myself feel
completely free to enjoy the concept I’ve created as I please. For the girls in
training though, that’s quite a different story. When the time is right, they
will experience the pleasure of receiving as well. But the training concept is
very strict on developing the service providing part of the personality. And
that means being a pleasure provider. Your pleasure comes from that, and that alone!”
She laughed again as she underlined her
last remark with a light tap with her index finger onto the desk.
“But don’t worry. You’ll love it! I’m quite
positive. As I told you, you’re the right stuff, and you’ll find intense
enjoyment by going with the program. If not, I’ve never been mistaking more in
my entire life!
Jean rolled her chair back from the desk
and looked down.
“OK dear, you can come out now”.
The young girl crawled forward and came to
her feet holding the towel in her hands. She turned to her mistress, bowed and
kissed the back of her hand in a very submissive gesture. Jean’s smile
broadened.
“Thank you Deb. I’ll see you tomorrow
morning at 8, OK?
“Yes ma’m”, the
answer came as she turned, glanced nervously at Anne, and then went to the
door.
“She is really quite adorable” Jean
commented as the door was shut behind her. “Not fully trained still, as I told
you, but quite adorable. Nobody expect the ordinary service girls to be that
submissive. It’s more just her own style and desire.
But I must admit that I’m charmed by her.”
Jean moved back to the desk, set up a
serious expression, and looked at Anne again;
“So, what do you think? I probably didn’t
present this the way I should. Probably wasn’t careful enough, or patient
enough in bringing the message home to you either.
If my haunch is right though, I don’t think
it’s a problem. I think you would like to give it a try, and I know that
you will love it! So, would you like to give it a try?”
Anne’s heart kept pounding harder than
ever. She felt her cheeks getting red again, and could do nothing but stare
down at the polished desk top in front of her…….
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