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 ï>¿Megan & Kasey - Job Training by dlsloan

   CHAPTER 8: CALL GIRLS

   Walters: Geometry teacher, glasses, mustache, average height, 50s, beer
belly but not fat.
Rothman: Father's boss, used to babysit for him; successful, fit, on the
verge of divorce, 46
Quigley: Local businessman, Megan's mom's client; early 40s, lean, tall,
former athlete
Yelton: Photographer who took team and senior pictures, 38, biracial,
beard, average build
Granderson: Kasey's dad
Meeks: Plastic surgeon who did Megan's mom's facelift.  50.  Gray hair.
Handsome, classy, distinguished.  Silent owner of strip club.
Darrell: Pizza guy, mid-30s, a little chubby with glasses and thinning
hair.

   Jackson Potter: 18, does the web site Michael Brandt: Megan's father who
works for Mr.  Rothman Susan Brandt: Megan's mom; Meeks is her plastic
surgeon and Quigley is her client Megan had finished in the shower after
her threesome with Jackson and his friends.  She knew that Darrell and
Kasey were on their way to pick her up and that Darrell would be bringing
whatever clothes Mr.  Quigley wanted her to wear to work at his store
tonight.  She took care of her hair, putting it in a ponytail, and applied
the little makeup she used, including some cherry red lipstick.

   The guys had confiscated her clothes and even her heels as some childish
souvenirs so she emerged from the bathroom completely nude just moments
before the doorbell rang.

   Since it was his house, Troy opened the door.  Whatever he expected to
see, this wasn't it.  Darrell stood behind Kasey in the doorway.  Troy knew
Kasey from their old high school days as well, but he had never seen her
like this.

   He looked her over from head to toe, responding to her cheery greeting
with an honest but distracted "good to see you too." She was wearing 4-inch
red heels with a little strap over her toes.  Her legs were completely bare
as was all but about 6 or 7 inches of her body, he estimated.  She wore a
red g-string with just a tiny triangle of red covering her pussy.  Had she
had any hair on her mound, it would have been visible.  But, like Megan,
she was completely bald down there.  Smooth, soft.  So inviting.  She wore
no top, but two little red pasties covered her nipples.  She also had her
hair in a ponytail and wore cherry red lipstick that was a bit smudged.

   The reason for the smudge was obvious, as Kasey's nose, cheeks, and
eyelids were dotted with strands of what was clearly recently deposited
cum. She was wearing more cum than clothes, Troy thought.

   "Um, come in," Troy said.  "Kasey, if you need to clean up..."

   "Megan will help with that," Darrell interjected as he and Kasey
followed Troy into the house.  "Hungry, Megan?"

   "Yes, sir!" Megan gushed.  She walked over to them, bare tits jiggling,
and made sure everyone had a good view for their pictures and videos as she
kissed Kasey on the mouth and then used her tongue and lips to clean all of
the precious sperm off of Kasey's beautiful face.  There was some on her
eyelashes, so Kasey closed her eyes and Megan kissed them clean before
turning and slowly swallowing, making sure everyone knew exactly where the
cum had disappeared to.

   "Even better than the snack you gave me on the way here," Megan smiled
at Darrell, referring to blowjob she had given him in the car earlier in
the day.  She didn't know how many blowjobs he typically got in one day,
but she guessed he was well above par today.

   "I can put you on a daily diet if you want," Darrell chuckled.

   "Yes, please, sir!" Megan giggled.  "Would you please put my pasties on
me, sir?"

   Darrell, who was carrying Megan's outfit -- which was identical to
Kasey's -- nodded and said to Kasey, "You take one nipple and I'll take the
other.  Remember, get them hard first."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey smiled.  She waited for Darrell to take the lead.  He
gripped Megan's left breast at the base and tweaked the nipple, pulling on
it and tweaking it.  Kasey followed suit on the right breast.

   "Remember, they stick better if it's wet," Darrell winked.  He began
sucking on Megan's nipple, watching side-eyed as Kasey did the same with
the other nipple.  The other guys had their phones in one hand and cocks in
the other, capturing the moment for future self-pleasure.

   It felt good, but Megan decided to play it up for her audience, closing
her eyes and biting her lip, slightly tilting her head back, hoping that
she somehow looked sexual and perhaps even on the verge of orgasm, which
she wasn't.

   "I think she's gonna cum," Bonner said, answering her unstated question.

   "You sure couldn't make her cum," Troy snorted.

   "Dude, Kasey can make anyone cum with that tongue of hers," Jackson
said, once again re-establishing his dominance over his buddies with the
'yeah, I fucked her too,' reminder.  Some of their jealousy of his
experience with Megan had undoubtedly worn off, but by doubling down on
Kasey, there was no doubt he was the stud of the group once more.

   Taking much more time than needed to make Megan's perpetually perky
nipples reach full erection, Darrell finally came up for air and he and
Kasey placed the pasties on Megan's nipples.

   Darrell then provided the unnecessary assistance to Megan as she put on
the g-string.  He took great pleasure in placing it exactly in the middle
of her ass cheeks and centering it over the top edge of her pussy lips.

   "OK, you need to match your makeup to Kasey's, minus the smudge of
course," Darrell said when he was done with the g-string.  "And Kasey, you
better wash your face and fix your lipstick.  Then we gotta get going so
you aren't late for work."

   The girls hurried to the bathroom and fixed their near-perfect faces. 
They had very little time to talk about the events of the day, but Kasey
told her about the pest control guy and how Michael had been kept away from
her by Rothman.  Megan told her how fun Darrell had been and how, after her
time with Jackson and his buddies, she was now more sure than ever that she
had to be with an older man -- or men -- for the rest of her life.  Megan
wanted to talk about April, but Darrell knocked on the door and told them
it was time to go.  He was firm but polite.  Megan liked his tone.  He
could tell her what to do any time and she would comply, even more happily
than normal.

   The hurried out to the car, both girls offering to give Darrell a
blowjob on the way, but he declined, saying that he wanted them to look
just as perfect when he dropped them off as they did right now.  What a
gentleman, Megan thought.

   The girls sat in the back seat and talked about April.

   "Do you think she's going to be a new student?" Kasey asked.

   "I don't know," Megan said.  "I only met her the one time.  She
definitely wasn't offended by how I was dressed or the fact that I had cum
on my face.  And she sure didn't seem to like working with her brother."

   "I remember you said he was mean to you," Kasey said.

   "Even meaner to her," Megan said.  "I felt sorry her, but she didn't
feel sorry for herself.  I think he thought she was stupid -- she was a
little dense, I suppose.  But mostly I felt like she just didn't care. 
Didn't care what he thought.  Didn't care about the cum on my face.  She
just kind of took things for what they were with no judgement.  I don't
know.  It was only a few minutes, but she was unique."

   "Busty too, I hear," Darrell chimed in.

   "Well, we were talking about her personality..." Megan giggled.

   "I know," he laughed.  "I like big, bouncy personalities!"

   "Yes, they were big and bouncy and she was very pretty," Megan said. 
"Not prudish but not slutty either.  Very cute."

   Megan pulled up April's social media and Kasey took a look.  She had
seen the pics before, but looked at them now with far greater interest. 
"Big eyes and pretty smile," Kasey said.  "I love her hair."

   "Me too," Megan said.  "Not a full-on redhead, but close.  Auburn
maybe."

   "Does she list her measurements on there anywhere?" Darrell laughed.

   "You know, sir, I don't think most girls put their measurements on their
social media profile," Megan laughed.

   "Well they should," Darrell chuckled.  "Friends have a right to know
these things."

   "Speaking of knowing, have you heard anything else about her since you
dropped me off?" Megan asked.

   "Not really," Darrell said.  "I did have the feeling though when Mick
called me though about picking you up that he and Harry weren't alone.  I
heard some giggling in the background and it sure didn't sound like Harry."

   "I'm not sure whether to be jealous that they found someone new to take
care of them or excited that we might have a new classmate," Megan said.

   "I feel the same way," Kasey said.  "I'm looking forward to meeting her
-- if she is going to be a new student."

   "You just want someone to share the work, um, loads with, don't you?"
Darrell laughed at his cum joke.  The girls giggled too, and he was pleased
that they got the joke.

   "Noooo!" Kasey said in mock protest.  "I don't like to share loads with
anyone, not even Megan.  Every little drop is mine, mine, mine."

   "Greedy little bitch," Megan laughed.

   It was a fun ride and the girls were in a good mood when Darrell dropped
them off.  He used his phone to take a nice video of their perfect legs and
asses as they walked into the store.  He felt more fortunate than ever to
have enjoyed the pleasure of them both and looked forward to more of the
same.  Maybe he could really hire Megan to work for him someday.  After all
her, her resume and work samples were impeccable.  What part of her wasn't?

   ***

   The girls entered the store, which was simply called "QT Exotic
Fashions." The Q, Quigley would later explain to them, was simply a
reference to his name and the T added to it made it a play on "cutie",
which both girls certainly were.  The "exotic fashions" was a not-so-subtle
way of saying that the store offered lingerie, club wear that a stripper or
even, perhaps, a high-priced call girl or ambitious office assistant might
wear.  There was a small section of the story that had role play and
bondage gear, and another that offered a few sex toys including dildos and
vibrators, but the vast majority of the expansive store was devoted to
highly erotic and playful attire, including the heels, pasties, and
g-strings the girls were wearing.

   Megan and Kasey had both expected Quigley to fuck one or both of them as
soon as they arrived, but instead he openly ogled them and began showing
them around the store.

   "Unfortunately we don't have a lot of time before our first invited
guests will be arriving," he said, pinching the girls' nipples ostensibly
to test the security of the pasties.  His cock bulged in his pants and
Megan felt sorry for him that there was no time to address his needs.  She
was sure that, if they worked together, she and Kasey could at least give
him a quick orgasm that would serve as maintenance until they could do some
extensive ball-draining for their trainer and employer.  They certainly
owed him that much.

   "So, we will have other stuff members who help with inventory, checkout,
and things like that, but on the nights you're here, you two will serve as
'Customer Assistance Lead Liaisons', or, as we will call you for short,
'CALL Girls'.  It's a very important position and title, worthy of a name
badge....  But, oh dear, there's no place to put a badge on you unless we
pierce these pretty nipples and hang a name tag from them."

   The girls were giggling at the name and smiling as Quigley continued
with a speech that he had obviously thought about for a while.  He
delighted in teasing and surprising them.

   "Instead, you will wear these," he said, holding up two thin black
collars.  Both of them said in gold letters, "CALL Girl" and there was a
golden circular loop in the front of both collars, separating the two
words. "These will help customers discern you from other customers and, if
they desire assistance, either you can take the lead..." he jiggled one of
the loops...  "or they can." He waved his hand toward a rack of leashes of
various colors and lengths.

   Megan was tingling all over as he put the collar on her.  This was so
exciting.  She was virtually naked and would be offering herself as a "CALL
Girl" to people she had never met before.  She smiled at Quigley's sly joke
about the collars being the only way customers could tell her and Kasey
from other customers.  Just like that, the official QT uniform was
launched. The colors would vary, Quigley assured them, but the pieces would
be consistent.

   "I love these uniforms," Kasey grinned.  "Do you think customers will
like them?"

   "I'm sure they will," Quigley chuckled.  "But now that you are official,
we have just a few minutes to role play and give you a chance to understand
what I want you to do.  I'll be a customer and, in this case you will both
be my personal CALL Girls.  When a new customer comes in the story, you
will approach them, introduce yourself and shake their hand.  Let's try
it."

   He went outside, came in the door and Megan stepped forward first,
"Hello sir, I'm Megan.  How can I help you?"

   "Not bad, but remember, you're here to serve the customer.  Make that
clear.  Kasey, you try this time."

   "Hello sir," Kasey said.  "My name is Kasey and I'm your CALL Girl.  I'm
here to assist you in any way you desire."

   "Excellent!" Quigley said with enthusiastic praise.  It was funny how
some of the men were so encouraging and others, like Rothman, were
seemingly never satisfied.  Just like real teachers or coaches, Megan
thought.

   "Megan, you look like you have a thought," Quigley encouraged, his eyes
twinkling.

   "Well, sir, yes, I love what Kasey said.  I just thought I might add one
more thing."

   "Try it," Quigley said.

   "My name is Megan and I'm your CALL Girl.  I'm here to assist you in any
way you desire," Megan said.  Then she touched the loop on her collar and
added, "Would you like to lead or shall I?"

   The bulge in Quigley's pants shifted a bit and Megan ached to help him.
She glanced at Kasey, who was biting her lip.  Clearly had noticed the same
thing and was equally ready to address his needs.  Fearful in the morning
about the punishments that might await them, both girls were relieved that
the focus thus far had been more on making up the assignment, so to speak,
than serving detention.  Not that being detained was necessarily a bad
thing, Megan thought.  She realized the playfulness of the day might be
related to who they were dealing with, too.  Mick and Harry weren't laying
down discipline.  Rothman and Meeks, who could both be a bit more
demanding, were out of the picture.  So far they were with the "fun" guys,
even though Jackson had been a bit of jerk, there had been no fear there.
Megan was fairly certain she could have kicked all three of their asses if
she had to.

   So, the confidence was rising in both Megan and Kasey.  They were
attacking their day of repentance and winning so far.  It made them happy,
horny, and eager to show their remorse for their actions and their intense
gratitude for the leniency of their instructors.  Megan thought they were
being treated better than they deserved, but if there was an evil trick
around the corner, she didn't sense it coming.  They were practically
begging Quigley to let them give him an epic double blowjob.  But so far,
he resisted the urge, their education taking priority over his lust.  Maybe
she had just been around Rothman too much, but she found Quigley's
self-restraint to be quite impressive.

   Speaking of restraint, she continued to touch the loop on her collar,
her eyes on Quigley, expecting him to leash her and make her crawl around
the store until he could no longer resist taking one or all of her holes.
Instead of showering her with cum, though, he showered her with more
praise.

   "Brilliant addition!" Quigley exclaimed again.  He was genuinely happy
with them both and it showed.  If they were willing to serve customers this
way, he knew he would make a lot of money with this store.  Word would
spread.  He was a businessman and he know more than most that selling
quality merchandise at a premium price relied on selling an experience. 
With Megan and Kasey, every customer would indeed have an experience that
would make them want to keep coming back.  The challenge, of course, would
be the schedule, how often they could be there, and how many customers they
could serve in an evening.  They wouldn't be fucking all of them, but they
would be teasing and spending time with them.  It was free service the
customers would gladly pay for in the form of cash for merchandise.

   Ideally, this little school they had going would attract more students
-- like the new girl he had heard about today -- and working the store
would become part of their program.  He figured four girls working every
evening would be ideal.  They would be closed during the day anyway -- what
he was selling didn't tend to sell well during brunch, after all.

   But, this was all proof of concept right now.  The concept was high
quality, sexy clothing and merchandise being sold at a premium price by
stunning young woman well trained in obedience, submissiveness, teasing,
and customer service.  Megan and Kasey were his Beta test, essentially, and
the way they embraced the CALL Girl duties was making him feel quite
optimistic about the test results.

   Quigley instructed Megan to take the lead as his CALL Girl and she
followed up appropriately, asking him if there was anything particular he
was looking for.  Quigley had prepared for this role play, of course, and
told her that he was looking for a gift for his girlfriend.

   "Great!  She's a lucky girl," Megan said.  "Were you looking for some
nice lingerie?"

   "Well, we are kind of into some role play and we have a stripper pole at
home," Quigley said.  "Do you have any fun, sexy costumes she could perform
in?"

   "How fun!" Megan said, remembering to be upbeat and happy -- good sales
technique, she thought.  "I think you'll find just the thing.  We have a
large selection of club girl attire, as well as some very fun and naughty
Halloween -- or role-playing -- costumes.  Just follow me, sir."

   "Again, that was excellent," Quigley said, nodding his approval. 
"You're a natural CALL Girl."

   Megan was surprised at how much of a compliment those words were to her.
She looked at Kasey, who was smiling and nodding her approval as well.

   "Now, most men are going to come in her with no clue what size their
wife or girlfriend or secretary are," Quigley said.  "Of course, many will
bring their women with them, but your approach remains the same.  Same
script, same tease, same fun and bubbly personality.  Where it will differ,
though, is how to handle the size issue.  The women will know their size
and try items on themselves.  While they are trying them on, it is your job
to encourage the men to buy her a few more things, or to present items he
might ask her to wear for him.  These people are going to be excited,
aroused, with their minds on sex, not money.  It's a good time to upsell --
it's not immoral.  We have good products that will enhance their sex
lives."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.

   "But if a man comes in by himself and isn't sure about size or whatever,
you help him figure out the size," Quigley said.

   "How?" Kasey asked.

   "I thought you'd never ask," Quigley smiled.  "OK, I'm back to shopping
for my girlfriend and I'm unsure of her size.  You don't want him to go
home and come back later or worry about getting the wrong thing.  Close the
sale.  Do it by asking him how you compare to her."

   "Oh, I get it!" Kasey beamed.  Then she took a breath and practiced,
"It's OK if you don't know her size, sir.  We can make a pretty good guess.
Is she taller or shorter than me?"

   "Taller," Quigley grinned.  "About 2 inches, maybe 3."

   "Great!" Kasey said.  "About the same weight as me?"

   "Hmm, I'm not sure."

   "You can pick me up if that would help," Kasey smiled.

   "Good idea!" Quigley grinned.  He scooped the very fit but still very
light Kasey up easily in his arms loving the feel of her bare skin on his
arms.  He lifted her up so her navel was at his lips.  He gave it a little
kiss while sneaking a peek at her barely covered pussy.  His hand slid to
her bare ass as he gently let her back down.  "You're lighter -- maybe 15
pounds?"

   "OK," Kasey said.  "A little taller, a little heavier.  How about
measurements?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Breast, waist and hips," Kasey said.  "How do mine compare?"

   She turned for him slowly, but he frowned.  "It's really hard to tell."

   "Hmm, what if you close your eyes and feel like you would touch her in
bed," Kasey suggested.  "Touch me, but imagine it's her.  Are my breasts
bigger, smaller, or about the same?"

   Quigley closed his eyes and held his hands out, fingers wide.  Kasey
took his hands in hers and guided them to her essentially bare breasts.  He
took his time squeezing and holding them, then slid his hands to her narrow
waist, resisting the urge to pick her up and drop her down onto his cock.
He went further south, touching the top of her g-string, feeling her
softness before reaching around and taking a firm grasp of her ass cheeks.
He touched her hips and felt down to her soft warm thighs.  Finally, he
took his hands away and opened his eyes.

   "Perfect work," Quigley said.  "From there, the customer should be able
to give you a general idea and you can make some guesses about the size. 
The next big step is for him to see how the outfit looks on an actual
person.  This, again, is a service you will volunteer.  While it's not
unusual to try something on for a customer, we will go a step further and
the customer will be allowed to go into the dressing room with you.  It
will give them a chance to see exactly how the item goes on and comes off,
and you the chance to tease and complete the sale."

   "Um, to complete the sale, are we supposed to give them blowjobs or
something?" Megan asked, thinking back to how she had helped Rothman
complete the deal in Texas.

   "Yes and no," Quigley said.  "Unless I direct you otherwise, you will
have no sex with the customers.  We are taking pretty extreme liberties
with your attire and exposing yourselves in the dressing rooms.  We are
essentially working within the same guidelines as a strip club.  However,
we do have the advantage of privacy in the dressing rooms and a perception
as a story rather than a club.  Police will be less suspicious of us
offering sex to customers.  So, no blowjobs or intercourse unless otherwise
directed.  However, it's safe to assume you will be creating more than a
few erections and we can't exactly have customers walking around with
hard-ons, can we?"

   "No, sir," Megan said, licking her lips expectantly, practicing tasting
those cocks already.

   "So, if a customer has committed to a purchase or is close to doing so
and has an erection, you may offer a hand job," Quigley said.  "They or you
can choose where the cum goes -- just make sure there's no mess when you're
done.  They will have to forfeit their phones before they go into the
dressing room -- they will have no photos or video of your interactions
that could lead to legal trouble.  We do have a couple of hidden cameras in
the dressing rooms for your protection.  If someone gets too aggressive, we
will be able to see it and stop it.  You will have privacy but also be
protected."

   "Thank you, sir," Kasey said.  "That's very nice of you."

   "I know there's a lot to learn, but I think the best way for you two to
figure things out is just to let you start interacting with customers,"
Quigley said.  "I invited only a handful of guests who are men of some
local importance.  I won't tell you who is who, but all of these men have
the power in some form or fashion to impact -- positively or negatively --
the success of this store.  A pleasurable shopping experience will go a
long way to keeping them on our good side and providing us with the
community support we need to stand against those who might not appreciate
what we are selling here nor how we sell it.  These men do not know about
the hand job option nor the dressing room experience.  They only know that
I am selling exotic and erotic clothing and items and have promised a
unique shopping experience.  Gaining their approval and support is
crucial."

   "We understand, sir," Megan said.

   "We won't let you down, sir," Kasey said.  She glanced at his bulging
pants and frowned.  "Are you sure there isn't time for us to help you out,
sir?"

   "I'm sure," Quigley nodded.  "Thank you, though, my dear.  It's good of
you to offer.  I will be around monitoring things and answering questions.
We are only open two hours and I expect anywhere from 7 to 10 customers. 
They will all bring their invitations and be referred to only by their code
names on the invitations in order to protect their identities.  It's
important they trust you both."

   The girls readied themselves as he walked to the door.  He unlocked it
and pushed it open.  A man was waiting a few feet from the door, so Quigley
walked out and held the door open for him.  "Welcome, Mr.  Blue," Quigley
said.  He had gotten the idea for the code names from the movie Reservoir
Dogs -- he used simple colors as their code names.  Even though he knew the
names of these men, he understood that they might not be trusting of two
young women to keep quiet about important community leaders shopping here.

   "Good to see you, Q," the man said.  Whether intentional or not, his
attire matched his code name as he were a light blue button down shirt and
dark blue dress slacks.  He was tall -- about 6'4" -- and average build. 
He had jet black hair with just a few touches of gray that reflected his 50
years of honest but hard living.  He had a square jaw and even his eyes
were blue -- a piercing blue that Megan found quite attractive.  He
certainly had the look of a man of importance -- confident, handsome, and
well-dressed.  He was polite, but no-nonsense as he entered the store and
greeted Megan and Kasey.

   The girls both approached him and introduced themselves per their
rehearsals.  He smiled and shook their hands, not ogling their barely
covered bodies, but not pretending not to notice either.  He looked at them
appreciatively, but matter-of-factly.  If Quigley expected the man to be
surprised or offended, he was wrong.  The man looked like this was exactly
what he expected.  Megan had the feeling he was probably always like that.
His confidence was evident and she sensed that he was also a man of
education and experience.  He would not surprise nor impress easily.  She
sensed the challenge and was ready for it.  She just hoped he picked her.

   "CALL Girl," he smirked.  "That's pretty clever there, Q."

   "Thanks," Quigley smiled.  "We have a wide variety of items for you to
look at it.  You can look around yourself or, of course, either of the
girls will be happy to show you around."

   "It's always good to have an, um, escort," Blue said matter-of-factly.
Clearly he made the statement well aware of the double-meaning, but was
well beyond frat boy immaturity in terms of both his delivery and reaction.
"I'm would be happy to have either of your accompany me and I don't want to
hurt any feelings -- I never liked the old schoolyard practice of picking
teammates and making someone be last.  Is there a fair, game-of-chance sort
of way I can pick, Q?"

   "You're quite the gentleman," Quigley said.  "Yes, of course we can make
things fair and equitable so no one has any hurt feelings.  You'll notice
the girls are wearing pasties.  What they don't know is that printed on the
back side of each pasty is a number.  The numbers range from 25 to 75 and
reflect the percent discount the customer can receive on their purchase. 
Not every customer will be invited to remove a pasty -- it will depend on
the amount of their purchase or, perhaps, owner's choice.  In this case,
however, I think it would be a fair way to determine your escort.  I do not
know what numbers are on them right now and the girls don't either.  So,
why don't you pick one off of Megan's chest and then one off of Kasey's? 
Whichever number is higher, that's your CALL Girl."

   "Very clever plan," Blue said.  Without need of direction, the girls put
their hands behind their backs and thrust their chests forward.  Blue
raised an eyebrow -- the first time he hinted at being surprised. 
"Well-trained employees, Q."

   "They are the best," Quigley said.  "I only have two because I demand
the best and there is extensive training involved."

   "Better to have two outstanding employees than 10 mediocre ones," Blue
nodded his approval.  He took his time removing the pasties, gently but
firmly, starting with Kasey's.  The first number was 25.  He pulled one
from Megan's breast and it was also 25.

   "Gotta break the tie," Quigley said, nodding as Blue reached for Kasey's
remaining pasty.  The number was 50.

   "What happens if I pull the last one and it's also 50?" Blue asked.

   "Well, I guess you just get double the service then," Quigley smiled.

   "That would be quite a shame," Blue chuckled.  He pulled Megan's last
pasty and the number was 75.  "We have a winner!" He smiled at first, but
gave a mock frown to Kasey, who made a sad face in return.

   "Sir, would you like to follow me...  or would you prefer to take the
lead?" Megan said, nodding to the leashes.

   "Hmm," Blue said, rubbing his chin as if in deep thought as he weighed
his options.  "I trust you to be a loyal escort, but then again, a man can
never have too much control, can he?"

   "No, sir," Megan smiled.  Blue attached a red leash to Megan's choker,
giving it a slight tug to make sure it held properly.  Then he began
walking down the first aisle of the store, Megan following along at an
appropriately submissive pace and half behind, the leash slack but ever
present.  He stopped at display of assorted thigh high stockings in various
colors and designs.

   "Is there anything in particular you are looking for, sir?" Megan asked.
"Are you shopping for anyone in particular?"

   "As a matter of fact, I have an assistant who has been quite loyal and
diligent.  She's young and eager and recently has hinted that she would be
willing to, and I quote, 'do whatever I need her to do to help with my
stressful job.' She's quite attractive, single, and very obedient.  She
does good work and I sense that she could be quite exceptional at relieving
stress throughout the day.  So, yes, I was thinking about buying her an
outfit that would send the signal of exactly what I would like her to do."

   "That's a wonderful idea, sir," Megan said.  "She's a lucky woman to
have such a caring boss, just like I am.  Are you thinking about something
she could wear in the office, you know, in public but still sexy?  Or
something to wear, um, behind closed doors when you're, um, relieving your
stress with her?"

   "Well put," Blue chuckled.  "Both, I guess.  Maybe I should just get
something that will look attractive in the office and, if it goes the way I
think it will, I can come back and get something more intimate."

   "That's a good plan, sir," Megan said.  "But since she already sort of
hinted at this, I would recommend getting both outfits.  I think she will
likely wear the new office attire for you and by lunch time you will be
locking the door and putting her in the intimate wear."

   "Hmm, you don't want me to come back?"

   "Oh, if it goes the way I think, you'll be back the next day and bring
her with you," Megan giggled.

   "Smart girl," Blue said.  "Good salesperson too.  All right, well,
you're the expert.  What do you think?"

   Megan proceeded to learn more about his assistant -- her size, hair
color, and what she typically wore.  Just like in Quigley's training, Blue
did not know the sizes, so Megan offered up her body as a means of
comparison.  Blue didn't hesitate to touch, grope, and feel until they had
numbers that he felt confident about.  Megan also probed Blue for his likes
and fetishes, finding that, like many men, he liked heels, thigh-high
stockings, tiny skirts, bare midriffs, and low-cut tops.  She helped him
select a mock business suit that was made out of the same material a
woman's fine professional suit might be made of, but was modified for a
very revealing fit.  The mini skirt would barely cover the ass and the top
would reveal an ample amount of both cleavage and midriff.

   "I don't know, it might be too revealing," Blue said.  "What do you
think?"

   "How about I try it on for you and then you can make a more informed
decision?" Megan suggested.  Blue naturally agreed and led her to the
dressing room.  He handed his phone over to Quigley and led her in to one
of the rooms.  Quigley had made the dressing rooms quite spacious, with a
leather love seat, mirror, and dressing table.  The walls were heavily
padded with soundproofing and rock music played in the background, giving
it the private strip club lap-dance vibe that Quigley had hinted at.

   Blue sat on the love seat and removed Megan's leash, allowing her the
freedom to put on the outfit for him.  She had selected slightly different
sizes of the same outfit that Blue had picked out, as she was a bit smaller
in all areas than Blue's assistant.

   They had both agreed that the color of the business suit he had picked
out -- an emerald green he thought would look good with his assistant's red
hair -- would not work well with Megan's red g-string.  They both felt a
black g-string would be more professional.  So, to prove the point, Megan
removed her g-string, revealing her bald pussy.  She looked at him and he
looked back, clearly pleased but not flustered.  He was in control of
himself and his urges.  That was one things she loved about older men --
they showed restraint.  And, of course, when the time came, they used
actual restraints, too, she laughed inwardly.  She wouldn't mind at all if
Blue tied her up back here right now and showed her exactly what he wanted
to do to his assistant.

   She took her time pulling up the g-string, turning around as she pulled
it between her ass cheeks.  She spread her cheeks and bent over.  "Does
this cover my lips, sir?" she asked.

   "Not quite," he chuckled at how she had obviously intentionally pulled
the string to the side of her pussy.  He took the invitation to pull it
into place, feeling the heat of her soft pink flesh and the stir of his own
hardening cock.

   "Thank you, sir," Megan said, standing up slowly and turning to face
him. She put on the rest of the outfit, which naturally included no bra. 
She put her hands on her hips and turned slowly, letting him take a good
look.  Then, she turned her back, leaned on the desk as she bent over at
the waist and looked over her shoulder at him.  "If she were standing like
this in your office, sir, is this how you would like her to look."

   Blue wasn't flustered, but he was a little taken aback by how forward
this hot little salesgirl was.  She might be young, but she knew the
tricks. She was inviting, playful, and an incredible tease.  Add in the
implied submissiveness and nearly flawless body and she was a dream come
true for any man.  Of course, he thought his assistant was a pretty strong
competitor, too, and a much more likely playmate for the long term.  If his
instincts were right, she might be nearly as playful as Megan.  Wouldn't
that be something?

   His cock was hard now and Megan saw it.  She didn't pretend not to
notice.  She looked directly at it.  "Well, sir, looks like we have a big
problem," she grinned.  "Really big."

   "My apologies, Megan," he said.

   "No apologies, sir," she giggled.  "I take it as a compliment.  A really
big, thick one." She giggled again.

   "Well, why is it a problem then?" he asked.

   "Mr.  Quigley has some pretty strict rules," she said.  "He understands
that there might be some, um, arousal when we try on clothes for the
customers.  But he doesn't want any men walking around the store, you know,
bumping into things."

   "I see," he said.  "It's a reasonable rule.  But it's really not a
problem.  It will become a smaller problem soon."

   "Even when I try on the, um, naughty outfit for you?" Megan asked.

   He had forgotten about that.  They hadn't even picked out that outfit
yet.  This was just to be his assistant's business attire.  What would she
wear when he took her to bed?  He couldn't hardly go out in the store like
this.

   "I trust you to pick out something," he said.  "You know the size and
certainly seem to know what I'm thinking and what I like."

   "Thank you, sir," Megan said.  "I'm flattered that you trust me.  I have
something in mind.  I'll be right back.  If you like what I show you, maybe
I can help fix that big problem of yours."

   "Really?"

   "Well, I can, um, help -- I mean, lend a helping hand.  If you want. 
Sir." Megan found herself blushing.  She had been loving teasing him, but
when it came time to proposition him, it was intimidating and exciting.  It
wasn't like offering Mick and Harry a blowjob the moment she saw them --
that was her training.  This, however, was just a bit new.  There was
pressure too.  Not only was Blue a customer, but also a powerful community
figure.  Mr.  Quigley needed this to go well.  If she offended Blue, she
could ruin everything.

   "Interesting suggestion," Blue smiled.  "I might take you up on that. 
Find something really sexy.  Something naughty."

   "Sounds like that could be even more problematic," Megan teased, biting
her lip.

   "One way to found out," Blue grinned.  He squeezed her ass as she walked
by on her way out of the dressing room.  She returned a moments later
having already dressed for him in the other dressing room.  She wore black
heels with white thigh high athletic-style socks with black stripes around
the top.  Her thighs were bare between the top of the socks and the bottom
of her tiny black pencil skirt that hugged her hips and waist tightly while
covering little else.  The slightest bend or twist revealed a glimpse of a
red g-string.  On top she wore a vest that matched the skirt, but wore
nothing underneath the vest, which she kept unbuttoned.

   "Hmm, now that's definitely after hours work attire," Blue grinned his
approval.

   "I think this is what she wears when you want to reward her for a job
well done," Megan said, licking her lips seductively.  "She might need an
after-hours drink.  An adult beverage, if you know what I mean."

   "She's old enough to drink, but I'm afraid you have a couple years to
go, my dear," Blue grinned.

   Megan bit her lip, "Hmm, but, sir, I need a shot of something to calm me
down, take away the stress.  It's not alcohol, though." She looked directly
at the bulge in his pants and licked her lips.  "I'm very thirsty, sir."

   "Thought you said you couldn't, um, partake at work," he said.

   "I thought of a loophole," Megan grinned.  "I can't drink it with a
straw, per say, but I can lick it.  More like using my tongue to melt the
ice cream than my mouth to suck the shake, if you get my meaning, sir."

   "Very clever," he said.  "I like your loophole -- and your other holes
too." Megan giggled at his silly joke and reached for his cock, squeezing
it through his trousers.

   "I like your, um, straw," Megan smiled.  She knelt down in front of him,
looking up at him as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down around his
ankles.  His hard cock pointed up at the ceiling, but she took it in her
hands and gently aimed it at her face.  Normally, this was the time she
would put her hands behind her back and let mouth do all the work or just
let herself be face fucked, but these weren't the store rules.  Here, she
had to maintain some sort of professionalism and the customers had to play
by the rules too.  Mr.  Blue certainly seemed to be fine with the
stipulations as she gently stroked his cock, starting from the base and
tugging up and down, her eyes looking at him and then his cock, paying
equal attention to both.

   She licked her lips again, then said, "May I have a taste, sir?"

   "You may, my dear," he said.  Remembering her earlier role play
suggestion, he added, "Your reward for a job well done."

   "Thank you, sir," she said softly.  "This is the best bonus ever.  I'm
really, really thirsty.  My mouth and throat are so, so dry."

   "Don't be in a rush now," he cautioned.  "Little kisses and licks will
take longer, true, but you'll get a lot more to quench your thirst if you
take your time."

   "Oooh, a really big bonus!" she squealed with delight.  "That's worth
the wait.  How long have you been, um, saving up for this bonus?"

   "Naughty girl," he grinned.  "A couple of days.  I think you know what
that means."

   "It means you're way overdue for attention," she frowned with pouty
lips. "I'll do my best and you just let me know what feels good.  I'm still
on the clock, you know, working for you, sir."

   His cock lurched in her hand.  He was so hard.  Her teasing was almost
more than even calm and collected Mr.  Blue could take.  She decided she
better get to work.  She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock,
keeping her lips closed until the last second, when her tongue poked
through her lips and swiped the underside of his head as she pulled away.
Then she leaned forward and to the side, placing wet kisses up and down his
shaft, her tongue darting out for quick licks.  She kissed all the way down
to his balls, then kissed them too, her hand gently stroking his cock as
she did so.  She switched sides and kissed the other side of his thick
shaft, smiling as he groaned deeply.  Yes, he was overdue for attention. 
No question about it.

   "Your cock is beautiful, sir," she said, giving him a little break. 
"Your assistant is a very lucky girl.  I bet she will begging to, um, take
care of you every day."

   "And if she doesn't?"

   "Come back and see me," Megan winked.  He laughed loudly and patted her
on the head like the good girl she was.

   She pressed his shaft against his belly and, looking directly into his
eyes, not blinking, she licked him long and slow from the base of his cock
to the head.  She resisted the urge -- the instinct, at this point in her
schooling -- to take him in her mouth and suck him dry.  She let her tongue
linger on the tip, tasting his pre-cum.  She flicked his tongue back and
forth on the underside, just below the head.  He was so hard now, his cock
surging.  She gripped his shaft, jerking him while her tongue moved nonstop
along the underside of his head.

   He pushed her hand away and took over the stroking, finding his own
rhythm, watching her kiss and lick his cock were her naughty, talented
tongue.  He wanted so badly to grab the back of her head and gag her with
his cock, but he'd save that for his assistant.  He only hoped she would be
this eager.  Megan's enthusiasm was obvious -- she wasn't just doing her
job, she was do what she loved.  Special girl with special talents.

   "No mess, right?" he grunted.  "Cum on your face?"

   She just nodded, not wanting to take her mouth away from him long enough
to answer.  He was so close.  It was time to for him to get some relief.

   She didn't have to watch much longer.  "Here it comes, slut," he
grunted. He stood up and she dropped even lower, her face fully under him
as he jerked his cock.  She closed her eyes and mouth and felt him release
all over her face.  It was warm, thick, and seemingly unending.  As
promised, it was a huge load several days in the making.  When he was
finished, her eyes were plastered shut, cum clung to her forehead and hair,
one nostril was clogged, and her red lips were stained white.

   "You need a towel?" he said.

   "No sir," Megan said, the simple act of parting her lips to speak
allowing her the first taste of his cum.  "This is what they call
finger-licking good."

   She then used her fingers to scoop the copious amount of jism off her
face and into her mouth.  She swallowed as she went, making sure to swish
it around in her mouth first, savoring every drop.  Only when she had
retrieved all she could did she accept a towel from Mr.  Blue to finish
cleaning her face and wipe the remnants from her hair.

   "Um, I just realized that I'm supposed to make sure you intend to
purchase before I, um, give you the customer appreciation," Megan said in a
soft, apologetic voice that reminded Blue just how young and inexperienced
she really was.  But no one was forcing her to do this.  She was not out of
her element.  This was where she belonged.  She just had a little to learn
was all.

   "Don't worry, I'm going to buy everything you selected," Blue smiled. 
"You're an outstanding salesperson.  If all goes well with my assistant,
maybe I'll bring her back and let you help her pick out some more things."

   "I would love that, sir," she smiled.  "Thank you for, um, you know,
being such a good customer."

   Blue smiled at how this girl could be so confident seducing and pleasing
a man and yet so flustered and blushing as she tried to find the right
words for her job as a salesperson.  It was endearing and he wished he
could wait about 15 minutes and take another turn with her.  But he knew it
was time to go.  Megan stayed in the dressing room to change back into her
work uniform while Blue went to the register and paid Quigley for the items
Megan had selected for him.

   "How was your experience?" Quigley asked, no hint of irony in his voice.

   "Excellent," Blue said, matching his professional tone.  "You have a
great store.  Great selection and quality.  Good prices, especially with my
discount.  And the customer service is quite impressive.  You have my full
support."

   Blue glanced over his shoulder as he left.  He saw the other CALL Girl,
KASEY, being led by her leash.  Even from the back, he recognized the
customer and smiled to himself.  Quigley was a smart businessman, no doubt
about it.

   Blue left and Quigley went into the dressing room where Megan was nearly
cleaned up and back in uniform.

   "Loophole, huh?" Quigley asked.

   "Um, yes sir," Megan said, her head and eyes dropping in shame.  "Was
that bad?"

   "Yes," he said.  "Very bad.  Very naughty.  But also very smart.  Great
idea.  That man not only will be a customer for life, but will always back
us if we need it.  Well done, young lady."

   "Thank you, sir!" Megan's face burst into a huge smile.  "Is there
another customer waiting?"

   "No, Kasey is with our only other customer right now," Quigley said. 
"You still thirsty?"

   "Always, sir," Megan smiled.  "May I?"

   "May?" he grinned.  "You're not only a student, but also an employee. 
That means there's no more 'May I'.  You MUST.  Get on your knees.  NOW!""

   Megan dropped to her knees as he dropped his pants.  His cock was half
erect as he rubbed it across her face and in her hair.  He was getting hard
fast and the rubbing turned to slaps across her cheeks, lips, and nose with
his thick, hard cock.  Moments later, he was balls deep in her mouth,
fucking her face in the manner Megan was accustomed to.  She assumed that,
thanks to her and Kasey going off script, his needs had been neglected too.
He was certainly attacking her mouth and throat with a sense of urgency and
need.  He was incredibly hard and felt thicker than normal.  His balls were
heavy and she knew he would fill her gullet with as much as she could
handle.  She felt guilty for letting him reach this point.  She had failed
in her duties and had learned her lesson.  The guilt felt terrible.  The
cock in her throat and balls on her chin felt wonderful.  It felt like home
and his gush of cum felt like redemption.

   When he was done, he zipped his pants without a word and headed back
into the store.  He didn't thank her, she knew, because you didn't deserve
to be thanked for simply doing your job.  He had thanked her for going
above and beyond to take care of a customer.  To thank her for the blowjob,
however, would have been like thanking her for being on time for work.

   There was little to clean up this time.  She had inhaled every drop and
swallowed it willingly.  She washed the copious amount of sperm supplied by
the two men down with some water and then headed back out of the dressing
room just in time to see Kasey being led on the leash into the other
dressing room by a large older man in a very nice suit.  He was holding a
couple of outfits from the costume section and she was carrying a basket
filled with a variety of dildos and toys.  Megan waved and smiled and Kasey
smiled back, shrugging her shoulders as if to say, "I don't know what's
going to happen, but it's gonna be fun!" Ah, Kasey, Megan thought, ever the
optimist.  Always smiling and happy.  The man seemed very serious, though.
Maybe Kasey could make him smile.  What was she thinking?  Kasey could make
ANY man smile.

   Soon, a couple came in and Megan spent the next 45 minutes showing them
-- Mr.  and Mrs.  Yellow -- around and helping the woman, who was in her
mid to late 30s, pick out some items to spice things up for her 50-year-old
and clearly rich hubby.  She knew this had to be a power couple that Mr. 
Quigley had invited, and she did her best to please them without posing a
threat to the woman by making her husband jealous.  The idea was to make
him hornier so he would take her home and give her a good fuck, even if he
fantasized about Megan while he did so.

   While Megan, tended to her customers, Kasey was tending to hers in the
dressing room.  By now she had donned one of the costumes he had asked her
to try on for him.  It was a "Farmer's Daughter" look that was guaranteed
"to make your cock grow, even if your crops don't".  She was wearing cowboy
boots and Daisy Duke shorts.  No panties.  No bra.  The only thing on top
was a pair of red suspenders which passed over her hardened nipples.  While
she wore this, the man had her lick and suck the collection of toys he had
picked out.

   Kasey did so willingly, of course, understanding that not only was that
her job, but also that the fact that she was licking these items would
essentially dictate the man would have to buy them.  She saw a big sale
coming, and Mr.  Quigley would be happy about that.

   Kasey's customer was Mr.  Red, an apt name given his round, red face
that she could easily picture blustering at his employees or a neighbor who
dared cross him.  He wasn't an outwardly pleasant man, though he had been
polite enough to her so far.  He was large, like a younger version of
Harry, Kasey thought.  But not that much younger.  At first she pegged him
for his mid-50s but as she studied his smooth face and features -- his dark
hair was sparse but there was no hint of grey -- she realized he was
probably 10 years younger than he looked.  She knew Mr.  Quigley had
invited people of some importance and she thought that Mr.  Red must have a
very stressful job to have made him age so quickly.  His diet certainly
didn't help either.

   It soon became clear that Mr.  Red's outlet -- his way to let off that
steam that seemed to be stored in his ruddy cheeks and forehead -- was via
sex.  Nothing unusual there.  However, it seemed his marginal health and
apparently considerable power or wealth had enabled him to acquire a bit of
a modern-day harem, a collection of assistants who seemingly allowed him to
do as he pleased and, in fact, were incentivized to encourage him to do so.

   At least that's how she pictured it when he told her about it.

   "I work extremely long hours and I work alone," he had told her.  "My
office is in my home.  I am happily single and the only things I do besides
work are drink, travel, and have lots of sex."

   "That's not a bad lifestyle," Kasey had giggled.  "Maybe you can bring
your girlfriend next time."

   "I might do that," he chuckled.  "But this dressing room would be pretty
full.  I have six women working for me, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. 
They are all between the ages of 21 and 30 and they all work varying
shifts. There are never less than two of them with me anytime.  As you
might imagine, there duties extend beyond answering phones and bringing me
coffee."

   "They have good jobs," Kasey smiled.  "They are lucky ladies."

   "They are also horny," he laughed deeply.  "All the time.  Don't get me
wrong, I like that.  I demand it, really.  They need to be horny little
sluts for this job.  But, they are bit like pets -- fun to play with, but
sometimes they need to take care of themselves.  Which is why I'm here.  I
want some new clothes for them, yes, but mostly I want to get some fun toys
for them to play with."

   That's when Kasey had led him to the adult toys and he had quickly
picked out some of the usual items like handcuffs, chokers, and nipple
clamps.  But he was most interested in the dildos, vibrators, and butt
plugs.  Kasey offered to recommend the best ones, but he waved her off.

   "I trust you, my dear," he grinned with a smile that was anything but
friendly.  This man was creepy in a dirty and exciting way.  "But this is
the sort of thing I need to take for a test drive, if you will.  And you
get to be my test subject.  I demand the best in everything --that's what
makes me successful.  I don't just want any toys, I want the best.  I want
to know which ones make you cum and which don't.  Yes, I could take your
word for it, but your pussy will really tell us the truth, now won't it?"

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said.  "It gets me in trouble sometimes, but it never
lies."

   That got a genuine laugh from Mr.  Red, who leered at her in a way that
made her skin crawl but her pussy stir.  He was a dirty middle-aged man,
which she found both cringe-worthy and cream-worthy, apparently.

   In the dressing room he followed the guidelines and didn't try to fuck
her -- not with his cock.  He didn't get too grabby or rough.  But he
quickly moved through the fashion show, approving the farmer's daughter
look, then a naughty nurse, and a naughty cheerleader.  Finally, he had her
strip naked except for her choker, leash, white ankle socks, and pink
heels.

   "Now this is simple," he told her, ogling her perfect, naked body. 
"Each toy gets 10 minutes.  Any toy that makes you cum, I buy.  Any that
doesn't, I don't."

   Kasey questioned the idea of returning used toys, but realized that Mr.
Red's power gave him great leeway.  Mr.  Quigley was smart and would gladly
tolerate the wasted inventory in exchange for this man's business and
public backing.  Still, she wanted to be a great salesperson.  She wanted
to sell as much as she could and waste as little product as she could. 
"Guess I'll just have to cum a lot," she told herself, letting a naughty
smile crinkle her cute face.

   "You have a beautiful face," Mr.  Red said.  Before she could thank him
for the compliment, he added.  "Amazing what daily loads of cum does for a
young lady's complexion, isn't it?"

   He didn't say it in a funny or naughty way.  His tone was demeaning.  He
made her horny, but she knew she could never work for a man like this.  He
was like Rothman only Rothman at least put on a good show of being polite
and classy when he needed to.  She couldn't imagine Mr.  Red being anything
other than an angry, mean, dirty-old-man in progress.

   He had her sit on the sofa and put her legs up over her head.  He made
her hold her ankles, leaving her pussy, ass, and the pile of toys all at
his disposal.  He shoved a vibrator in her mouth and she licked and spit
all over it until he was satisfied, then he touched it to her pussy lips,
watching her face as he rubbed her pussy lips with it before pushing it
inside her.

   "Figure we'll warm you up with some good vibrations," he chuckled. 
"Don't worry, we'll stretch your holes with the big boys soon enough."

   "Yes, sir," she panted, already feeling the effects of the vibrator. 
Mr. Red was watching his stopwatch, monitoring the time.  Even though this
was warmup, he wanted to see her get off in 10 minutes or less.  She was a
young, fit, sexy little nymph.  He had seen her type before, though not
many were as beautiful or flexible.  But he knew that once she got started,
she could go for hours.  Making this bitch cum was going to be as easy as
it was fun.

   He kept the vibrator in her pussy as he used the end of the leash to tie
her wrists and ankles together above her head, the leash pulled tight,
forcing her head up and back.  In his office he would have hung her up on
one of his coat rack like this while he randomly plugged her cunt with
toys, but this current setup would work just fine.

   "You can't use your arms or your legs," he chuckled.  "You're totally
exposed, totally under my control.  Your body is no longer your own.  Think
how powerless you are, at the mercy of a little piece of rubber with a
single battery in it.  If it can make you cum in under 10 minutes, turn
your pussy into a sloppy mess, what do you think a man like me could do to
you?  I'm big, strong with a cock to match.  You'd work for me for free,
wouldn't you?  Just to get this every day.  Treated like the little whore
you are."

   "Fuck," Kasey whimpered.  The way he talked.  So rough and mean, but so
fucking hot.  He was right.  She was helpless and the needs of her pussy,
which was at his mercy, was quickly overriding all other thoughts and
impulses.  She had no idea how long it took for the first orgasm, but she
knew it was under 10 minutes, because he tossed the devious little toy into
the "Buy" bin.

   For the next 45 minutes he hammered her pussy with dildos and vibrators
of all shapes and sizes.  Anal beads and plugs made sure that her selfish
little pussy didn't keep all the fun to itself.  She cried out with each
orgasm until he filled her mouth with a ball gag.  He chuckled with each
orgasm that hit her tight little body, taking great joy in seeing her
reduced to a pile of nerves and juices that were so easily manipulated.

   Kasey was dizzy with a constant state of ecstasy and arousal, the
unending pleasure and stimulation becoming almost painful at times.  It was
relentless.  With the dildos, he would grab her hair or her leash and ram
her pussy with long hard strokes in a rapid jackhammer style.  She would
cum, he would toss the soaked dildo in the "buy" pile, and stuff an even
longer, thicker one inside her, making one orgasm flow right into the next.

   She tried to maintain eye contact per her training, but that only lasted
so long.  By the end, her eyes were rolled back in her head and her juices
flowed so copiously that she dimly wondered if it was possible to be
dehydrated by too many orgasms.

   "Fuck, you came with every single one," Red grunted.  "You're a slut,
but a good salesman.  I gotta buy them all, I guess.  Am I right in
assuming there is some additional customer appreciation for such a large
purchase?"

   Kasey opened her eyes and, still gagged and bound, managed to nod her
head and wink.  "Naughty slut," he chuckled.  He until the leash and let
her arms and legs come down.  He removed the ball gag and helped her too
her feet.  He stood behind her, holding her waist in his meaty hands.  With
her heels, she was the right height for him to slide his cock between her
thighs.

   "Press your thighs together and keep them that way," he grunted.  "I
can't fuck your pussy, but I can sure feel it.  And your thighs are so wet
they're like a soft little cunt all their own."

   "Yes sir," Kasey moaned.  She felt his thick meat pressed between her
slick thighs and even slicker pussy lips.  She pictured it sliding between
her lips like a hot dog through a bun.  It just went back and forth with
smooth, easy strokes.  She wanted it inside her so badly, but she was also
grateful that her battered pussy was getting a break.  She tried to move so
that his cock would rub over her clit, wriggling her hips in his grasp.

   "Hold still, bitch," he grunted.  "I'm almost there.  Hold still and
keep those legs tight together.  They make a nice cock sleeve."

   Just his dirty words almost made her cum again.  He was rough and
demanding and a slightly degrading.  He wasn't fun or nice -- like Michael
-- but he matched his intensity.  She could see why he needed so many girls
in his office.  She couldn't picture him fucking any way but hard and rough
and nasty every time.  He would make you cum, but this type of action would
make a girl sore and worn out.  It was a feeling she had come to relish. 
Feeling sore and tired at the end of the day made her feel like she had
done her job and been used for her purpose.  Just like in tennis, when she
was exhausted at the end of a practice, she left exhausted but feeling
great, knowing that she had given her all.  Well, now Mr.  Red her "all" in
his hands and was using every bit of her that was allowed.  He had said he
was about to cum, but he just kept humping away, no end in sight.  With his
sex drive and all those girls, she imagined he came multiple times a day,
building up quite the stamina and staying power.

   Her juices now coated his cock and he slid even more easily between her,
the slick sounds making her all the more aroused.  He thrust upward, nearly
entering her.  As he jerked and thrashed, he rubbed across her clit.  She
came again -- how many times was it now?  -- and he laughed at her utter
sluttiness.  But he liked it too, and hearing her keening and feeling her
tremble brought him to the edge.  He came, shooting his small but powerful
load onto the bare wooden floor.

   He let go of her hips and her wobbly legs crumbled.  Kasey fell to the
floor, catching herself, her hands inches from the largest puddle of cum.
She leaned forward to lick it up -- had to clean up the mess -- but Mr. 
Red stopped her.

   "Wait, slut," he said.  He grabbed the ball gag and rubbed the rubber
ball in the cum puddle.  Then he put the ball gag in her mouth and ordered
her to do the obvious, "eat it, bitch." She sucked the ball gag dry, then,
when he removed it, she licked the remainder off the floor like the dutiful
employee and submissive slut she was becoming so proud to be.

   "You're a good whore," Mr.  Red said.  "You'll have to stop by sometime
and meet my sluts.  You have a lot in common."

   "I'd like that," Kasey smiled, thinking Mr.  Red's office would probably
be a bit like a scary movie -- hard to watch, but even harder not to.

   He collected the pile of Kasey-cream-covered toys and took them out to
the front, where Megan had already stacked a pile of in-the-box
replacements.  "Here are you floor models," Mr.  Red smirked.  "And your
model is still cleaning up the mess on the floor." He laughed at his crude
joke.  "Next time maybe we'll see how much you can make."

   "That would be fun, sir," Megan smiled, thinking that a good pounding
was always welcome, though she preferred the real thing over dildos any
day.

   "Why don't you go give her a hand," Quigley said.  "I'll take care of
our valued customer."

   Megan scooted off to the dressing room, where she helped Kasey clean up.
Kasey looked like she had just run 50 suicides for tennis conditioning. 
She was whipped.  Megan giggled, "What did he do to you?  It looks like it
was either grueling or a total blast."

   "It was a little of both," Kasey laughed.  "I came soooo many times, I
can't complain I guess.  But he just never stopped.  And he didn't try to
make it fun, you know.  Like he wanted to make me cum because he could,
like a power trip or something.  It was kind of sexy but also kind of
scary. He's a creepy dude."

   "I got that vibe too," Megan said.  "Well, Mr.  Quigley is very happy.
We both sold a lot of stuff."

   "We're done?"

   "I'm not sure," Megan said.  "He said he has one more group coming in,
but I don't know if that meant customers or...  something else.  Either
way, we're supposed to be in uniform and up front in 10 minutes."

   "OK," Kasey smiled.  "Thanks for coming back to help.  What do you think
so far?  Fun job?"

   "Very," Megan said.  "Much more fun that daddy's office."

   "Hmm, I don't know," Kasey teased.  "Your Dad is a LOT of fun and I
think you liked Mr.  Rothman tying you up more than you let on."

   "Oh yes, I did enjoy some of that, but the work day itself was pretty
boring and Mr.  Rothman, well, he is kinda creepy like Mr.  Red," Megan
said.  "Now Darrell, he was a LOT of fun for me.  That's more the type I'm
looking for, I think."

   "I get that," Kasey said.  "I'm not sure the type I'm looking for yet.
Just someone who likes to have fun, you know.  But I gotta tell you, it's
been a little power trip for me kind of breaking through your dad's
barriers and letting him unleash on me.  It was like he was the Incredible
Hulk and I was the only person who could ease his rage.  It's weird how I
liked that from him but not from Mr.  Red."

   "Not really," Megan said.  "My dad is nice.  He's decent.  He respects
you.  Mr.  Red, well, I don't think he respects any women.  We're pieces of
meat to him.  It's fun to be treated that way for a little while during sex
or a role play, but not all the time."

   "You're right about that," Kasey agreed.

   Ten minutes later, they were back out front, looking their best in their
store uniforms, minus the long-gone nipple covers of course.

   "Good job, girls," Quigley acknowledged them.  "What did you think of
your first night?"

   "It was great!" Kasey beamed.

   "With how many times you came, I would say so," Quigley chuckled.

   "Did you cum yet, sir?" Kasey asked.

   "Yes, your classmate handled the job with her typical skill and
enthusiasm," Quigley grinned.  "Thank you for asking."

   "Awe, why does she always have all the fun?" Kasey teased.

   "So we're really done, sir?" Megan asked, looking around at the empty
store.

   "Done selling, yes," Quigley said.  "We do have another group that has
arrived and would like to meet with us."

   Flashes of the business meeting she had in Texas with Rothman flashed
through Megan's brain and she wondered if another round-table fuck was in
their future.  That wouldn't be a bad way to end the first night on the
job, she thought.  Then she would go home and coax as many loads out of
Kasey's dad as she could while, undoubtedly, her own dad would fuck Kasey
into the wee hours of the night.  In the morning one or both of them would
tend to Mick and Harry, assuming they would once again be in need of their
ball-draining services.  She assumed it would be her, as Kasey's dad
understood her duties while Kasey would have trouble explaining to Michael
why she needed to see Mick and Harry again.  All the more breakfast for me,
she thought.

   While all these rambling thoughts flooded Megan's seemingly always
active mind, Quigley led them down a hallway that led to the employee
lounge, restrooms, his office, and a small conference room.  He opened the
door to the conference room and ushered the girls inside.  What they saw
surprised them both.

   Standing by the table were Mick, Harry, the 38-year-old biracial
photographer Yelton, and the middle-aged geometry teacher Walters.  And in
the middle of all of them was April.  Megan recognized her immediately and
Kasey, of course, knew who she had to be.

   April was a stunning beauty with long legs, auburn hair to her
shoulders, bright blue eyes, and a very pleasant face and natural smile. 
Kasey had heard of "resting bitch face", and thought April must have
"resting happy face." It was a very endearing quality, one that would draw
any man in.  So, too, would her amazing curves, Kasey acknowledged.

   "Ladies, I would like you to meet April Dolby," Quigley said, smiling.
"Well, I guess you already met, right Megan?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan smiled.  "Hi, April!  It's good to see you again."

   "Hi Megan!" April beamed.  "And you must be the amazing Kasey!"

   "And you're the, um, unbelievable April," Kasey laughed.

   "I guess so," April giggled.  And jiggled.  It wasn't intentional, but
it was unpreventable, particularly in the outfit they had her in.  She
wasn't in full school-level attire yet, but had undoubtedly been influenced
by Mick and Harry.  They must be easing her into the school, Kasey thought.

   April was wearing a royal blue tank top with a bra.  The tank top
appeared to be her correct size, though it still hugged her remarkable
breasts nicely.  The tank top covered her flat tummy and met the top of her
white yoga pants, through which could be seen the outline of her pink
panties.  She wore pink and white tennis shoes.

   Kasey checked off the dress code violations in her head: No heels, no
choker, no pigtails or pony tail.  Correct fitting clothes.  A bra.  No
thong.  Despite all that, April still looked sexy and stunning.

   Kasey was neither stuck up about her own appearance nor easily impressed
by another woman's.  She felt all women -- all people -- were beautiful in
their own way.  She didn't judge anyone by appearance, including herself.
She was neither self-conscience nor self-absorbed.  She wasn't aware how
unique this was, but others certainly took note as it showed in her
consistent happiness and genuine friendliness.  Her lack of judgement and
hatred made her and everyone around her happier.

   Still, despite her lack of obsession on appearance, Kasey could not help
but notice what a truly beautiful woman April was.  She had been flattered
herself by compliments from men -- and other women -- and appreciated them.
But she always stayed grounded believing that for every person who liked
her appearance there was someone else who found her lean athleticism
unattractive.  Or who didn't like blonde hair or her accent -- the world
could be so picky.  So she took it all with a grain of salt.  She found it
hard to believe anyone could be picky about April though.  Maybe she was
too tall for some.  Maybe some would find her intimidating or prefer
blondes over redheads.  But the criticisms were surely few and far between.

   Kasey joined all the others, taking a seat at the table.  She glanced at
the piece of paper that lay before her, then looked with more interest
after reading the title.

   SCHOOL FOR SLUTS STUDENT APPLICATION FORM
Name: April Dolby
Age: 22
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5-9
Weight: 120
Dimensions: 36D (natural)-24-35
Occupation: Runs parents' floral shop with her brother
Status: Single, no previous marriages, no children

   Modeling Experience: None

   Sexual Experience: Has had intercourse in all three holes.  No multiple
partner encounters.  All partners have been within 5 years of the same age
(prior to blowjobs with Mick and Harry).  Has done minimal role play and no
"rough stuff"

   Reason for Applying: She expressed a desire for change in her life.  She
doesn't like her job.  She really liked Megan when she came to the floral
shop and both controlled and submitted to her brother.
Education: High school graduate, no college.

   Interests (non-sexual): Working out, going to the beach, shopping,
movies.

   Interests (sexual): Enjoys creativity and says "the same thing over and
over is boring"

   Expectations of School for Sluts: She hopes that it will help her to
pick better men and to find a way to make money "without being a prostitute
or porn star".

   Kasey had never seen this form before and realized the guys were taking
steps to formalize the structure to prepare for potential growth in
enrollment.  She liked it.  And she liked April.

   "We wanted to bring April in to meet everyone and to see if we feel like
she would be a good candidate to enroll at our school," Mick began.  "As
much as we enjoy and believe in what we are starting here, we also
recognize that our school isn't for everyone.  We will only succeed long
term if we choose our students wisely.  Megan and Kasey, since you have
been through all this, we thought you would be very helpful in determining
if April would, in fact, enjoy being part of the school or not.  I think we
all agree she meets the eye test, as it were."

   "I didn't take any eye test, sir," April said, her beautiful eyes wide
with worry that she had already messed up.

   "Oh no, dear," Mick said, patting her hand.  "I didn't mean literally an
eye test.  I just meant that you are very beautiful.  While enrollment is
not based on appearance, there is a certain baseline that I think we all
kind of agree on, and you exceed that by a wide margin.  In other words,
your body passes our 'eye test', as it were."

   "Oohhh," April said as she grasped his explanation.  Then she giggled.
"I didn't pass a lot of tests, you know."

   "That's OK," Harry assured her.  "We don't care about your past grades
or test scores.  We're more of trade school."

   "What do we trade?" April asked.  Megan and Kasey glanced at each other.
The poor girl was beautiful and sweet but a little dense.

   "I mean trade like a job," Harry said.  "Some schools train people to do
certain jobs.  They call them trade schools.  That's kind of what we are."

   "What kind of job will I be trained for?" April asked.

   "Well, what we do is teach you how to succeed at a lot of jobs by using
your appearance and sex," Mick said.  "You learn how doing certain jobs --
like blowjobs, boob jobs, hand jobs -- can help you succeed in your chosen
profession.  Overall, we call your job being a slut, but we teach you how
that word that some find derogatory can actually be a title of great power
and success."

   "I don't want a boob job," April said.  "These are too big already!"

   Everyone but April laughed.  Her comment was serious and she didn't get
why everyone was laughing, but they all seemed happy and she didn't feel
like they were making fun of her, so she started laughing too.  She liked
these people.

   "We're not going to make you get a boob job," Harry said when everyone
stopped laughing.  "We mean you wrapping your tits around a man's cock and
fucking him that way."

   "Oh, I've done that before!" April grinned.  "It's fun."

   "That's good," Quigley said.  "It's very important that you enjoy the
different things we will train you to do.  If you don't, you won't succeed
in this line of work.  Did you like your blowjob test this morning?"

   "Yes!" April said.  "I have never been with older men, but Mick and
Harry are so much fun.  And sexy!"

   There wasn't a hint of dishonesty or hyperbole in April's tone.  It
struck Kasey that, being as naïve as she was, it might be hard for April
to be dishonest.  She wasn't stupid and she wasn't fake.  Naïve, yes, but
it was an endearing, refreshing quality, every bit as genuine and natural
as her huge breasts and broad smile.  April was a delight.  Almost
impossible not to like.  Her only fear was that, being so naïve, she could
easily be taken advantage of and harmed once outside the general protection
of the school.  Not all men appreciated nor respected what Megan and Kasey
were learning to become.  She felt like she had the ability to sense which
men to avoid and knew Megan had the intellect as well, though she tended to
gravitate toward the bad boys anyway.  April could fall prey a little more
easily, Kasey thought, and that worried her.  But maybe the guys could help
her with that too.  A week or two in the school stripped away a lot of
innocence -- and clothes -- Kasey mused.

   "So, this is a very open session," Mick said, bringing the meeting back
to order.  "We want a free dialogue -- feel free to ask any questions of
April and, April, please ask us any questions you might have."

   Mick explained that he they had already told April about the option to
leave at any time, the requirements to submit and follow orders otherwise,
that there was a strict dress code, and that all expenses were free.

   "What do you think about the strict structure of the school?" Walters
asked.  "Do you consider yourself submissive by nature?"

   "Hmm," April shrugged.  "I don't really consider myself anything.  I
like to play and have fun and usually when men tell me to do something for
them, I like it because it seems to make them happy.  I like to make people
happy."

   "Is that why you work at the floral shop?" Yelton asked.

   "Nope!" April said with a chipper chirp.  Kasey noted that she had yet
to pick up on the "sir" and "daddy" formalities.  That would come in time.
"I just work there because my parents owned it.  They wanted to retire, so
my brother Al and I started doing it."

   "Sounds like a good business," Yelton pressed.  "Why do you want to
leave it?"

   "My brother is kind of a jerk," April said.  Megan smiled at her and
nodded her agreement.  "He bosses me around.  And he was very rude to
Megan. I think he hates working there and he takes it out on me.  So I
figure if I leave and do something else, maybe he will find something that
he likes to do more too."

   "What would happen to the shop?" Yelton asked.

   "I think my parents would just sell it," April said.  "I think they just
keep it because they wanted to give us a business.  Maybe not.  We don't
really talk about stuff like that."

   "If you do this school stuff, what will your brother do?"

   "We have a couple of other people who work part time who can fill in,"
April said.  "It's not a problem for the short term."

   "What is it that interests you about the idea of becoming a fully
trained submissive slut?" Quigley asked.

   "Well, I just like making people happy," April said.  "Sex makes people
happy and trying new things makes people happy.  I like to pretend and
dress up and play games, so I figure I can have a lot of fun playing games
with men who want to play with me.  If that makes them happy, it makes me
happy.  And if making a man happy was part of my actual career that sounds
kinda like a dream job to me."

   A people pleaser, huh?  Kasey noted.  She knew how Megan was driven by
her competitive spirit and her need for approval from authority figures,
like a teacher, coach, or boss.  She would do anything to please them,
which is what made her such a good submissive slut.  April's
people-pleasing mantra seemed much less driven on competition and need for
approval -- she got the feeling that April had a take-it-or-leave-it sort
of approach to live, including any bedroom activities.  But her desire to
make people happy might work well for her.  She found that to be closer to
her own reasons for being a submissive slut in training.  She liked having
fun and pleasing and playing games.  It was interesting how people with
such differing personalities could have similar goals and become genuine
friends.

   "We liked calling you some dirty names," Mick said.  "We talked kind of
rough to you.  Did that bother you?"

   "Oh no," April shook her head so adamantly that it made her breasts
jiggle side to side.  All eyes but hers dropped from her face to her chest.
"I knew it was all fun.  Guys like to talk dirty.  I do too, actually.  Is
that OK?"

   "Of course it is," Harry said.  "We love it when you talk dirty too. 
Like you said, it's not personal, it's fun, right?"

   "That's right," April bounced as she smiled and nodded her head.

   "Were you ever a cheerleader?" Kasey couldn't help but ask.  She had
remained quiet, but they said it was an open discussion so she hoped she
wasn't speaking out of turn.

   "I was!" April smiled.  "How did you know?"

   "Just a lucky guess," Kasey smiled.  The way April perpetually smiled,
remained genuinely perky, and seemed to know just how to make the subtle
movements that made her body jiggle in ways Kasey knew men couldn't resist.
The fact that it was all so natural and innocent was all the more
endearing. Kasey thought she could learn a lot about teasing and enticing
in a more subtle way than she did now.  She couldn't jiggle like April, but
maybe she could learn to act like her.  The only problem was, April wasn't
acting.  She was just being herself -- a natural-born tease who could wrap
men around her little finger without even knowing what she had done.

   "That's good that you were a cheerleader," Megan chimed in.  "You've got
some experience being on display, knowing that people -- including horny
high school boys -- were looking at you.  You're dressed pretty sexy today,
but as you can see, our outfits go quite a bit further.  Do you think you
will be comfortable showing off your body in skimpy outfits?"

   "I don't know," April said with beautiful wide eyes as if the idea had
hit her for the first time.  "I guess I never really thought about it.  I
just wear what I like.  I never really thought that much about what someone
else thought about it."

   "Well, during your training, you will have to wear whatever your
trainers want you to wear -- what they like, whether you like it or not,"
Megan said in a clear, gentle tone, trying not to scare April or make her
reconsider.  She really liked April and knew first-hand that working with
Al must be a nightmare.  She felt that, if April really wanted to try this,
the school could be good for her.  Even if she didn't complete it, it would
be a taste of a different life and maybe a path to independence for her. 
Anything would be better than submitting in all ways but sex to her asshole
brother.  "It's not easy at first, but you get used to it.  And, like you
said, it's all about making people happy.  Men are happy when you dress in
sexy clothes."

   "Then I'll be happy to wear them!" April beamed and bounced again.

   "Of course, there might be others who judge you and say nasty things,"
Megan said.

   "Like Al said to you?" April asked.

   "Yes, exactly."

   "You handled that so well," April said in genuine admiration.  "You
really put him in his place."

   "Thank you," Megan said.  "But remember, he also put me in my place too.
He got what he wanted, I think.  At least he seemed to enjoy that blowjob."

   "He sure did," April said.  "He didn't want to admit it because he lost
the bet, but he loved it."

   "Well, anyway, my point is sometimes people outside the school will be
very mean and assume certain things," Megan said.  "They will teach you how
to defend yourself physically, but you also have to defend yourself
emotionally."

   "How do you do it?" April asked.  Kasey found herself eager to hear this
answer too.

   "I just realize that there are only certain people whose opinion matters
to me -- my trainers, Kasey, my parents," Megan said.  "It was my idea to
start this school, although Mick and Harry really took the idea and ran
with it, but I know in my heart it's the right thing for me.  I think it's
the right thing for Kasey, though I won't speak for her.  It's not right
for everyone and I don't judge those who don't belong in this school any
differently than I do those who do."

   "It is absolutely the right place for me, too," Kasey agreed.  "Megan
and I have been best friends and teammates for a long time and I assumed it
was the best place for me because Megan was here.  We always seemed pretty
much exactly alike.  We are the same size, share clothes, share secrets,
share everything.  Always have.  But in this school I've realized that we
are different in some ways.  Megan is a perfectionist.  She will do
something over and over again and the only way she will stop is when her
coach or trainer has told her that she has done a good job.  She demands so
much of herself, more than anyone else can ever demand of her.  Me, I'm a
little more like you, I think.  I am a little less competitive than Megan,
a little less of a planner.  I'm more of a go-with-the-flow, keep everybody
happy kind of girl.  But what's so cool is that this school is helping us
understand ourselves and strengths and, more importantly, what really
matters to us.  We're both still figuring that out, I think, but I see a
lot of us in you.  Just with much smaller boobs."

   Everyone laughed and nodded as they digested the serious, thoughtful
messages from Megan and Kasey.

   "As you can see, this school isn't for everyone," Mick said.  "We will
never force anyone to be here.  We only want the young women like you,
Megan, and Kasey who understand what this school is about and who see the
value in it.  We make no secret of the fact that we love training you,
having sex with you.  That's our payback and we think we deserve it.  We
also think it helps you understand the power you have -- you can literally
receive free clothing, food, board, travel and education just by embracing
your power and sexuality and understanding how to use it."

   "It's a no-lose situation," Harry said.  "Now, there are just two steps
left.  The first is, after all this talking, do you still want to enroll?"

   April looked around the table and smiled at everyone.  Then she looked
back at Harry and said, "Yes, of course!"

   "Great," Harry said.  "Then I need to ask you to step into Mr. 
Quigley's office for just a minute while we deliberate."

   "Ooh, have fun!  I deliberated in the shower this morning," April said.
"It felt soooo good."

   Everyone looked around at each other, bewildered at first, then slowly
realizing what April meant.  "No dear," Walters chuckled.  "Not masturbate.
We're going to talk to each other about your application and make a
decision whether to enroll you or not."

   "Oh," April laughed wide-eyed.  "I thought it was kind of weird that you
would all sit here and masturbate.  But I don't judge anyone.  It feels so
good!"

   "It sure does," Quigley said, taking her by the arm and leading her
gently to his office.  He closed the door and returned to the table, not
even trying to hide his erection.

   "Well, she's absolutely adorable and sexy as hell," Quigley said.  "My
cock is definitely voting yes, but I'm not sure what my brain thinks.  I'm
a little worried about her.  She's so naïve."

   "Yeah, her tits are bigger than her brains," Yelton said.  "Not like
Megan and Kasey.  You two are just as smart as you are sexy."

   "Thank you, sir," Megan said.  "But I don't think April is dumb at all.
I just think she's really honest and takes things literally."

   "I don't think she could lie if she wanted to," Kasey said.  "But she's
soooo incredibly trusting.  Someone will hurt her if she tries to make it
on her own.  I think she needs this school.  Like really needs it."

   "I agree, Megan said.  "You guys are the ones who can teach her how to
identify the jerks and show here that she has people she can trust."

   "I'm flattered that you place so much trust and confidence in us," Mick
said.  "Especially since you've had some issues with Mr.  Rothman and Mr.
Meeks."

   "That's why I trust you, sir," Megan said, realizing this truth for the
first time.  "You saw that they were abusing their privilege as instructors
and made that clear to them both.  You had my back.  I know you have
Kasey's too.  And that you will have April's.  We know there are risks with
what we are doing.  But there are risks on any college campus, in any
office or profession.  There's always someone looking for a victim.  You're
protecting us as much as possible while we learn how not to be victims."

   "And how to suck cock like a pro," Kasey said, once again lightening the
mood as only she could.  They all laughed, then unanimously agreed to
invite April to the school.  They sent Megan and Kasey to bring her from
the office and tell her the good news.

   The girls all hugged and then April ran into the conference room,
hugging each of the men, all of whom groped her ass during the embrace.  It
was like an official welcome to the school.

   "Well, we know Mick and Harry gave you a sort of introduction to the
school this morning, but Megan and Kasey told us they have written a school
pledge that they would like to share," Walters said.  "It's like the Pledge
of Allegiance that we all used to say in school, right girls?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "We just changed some of the words around.  And
instead of standing up with our hands on our hearts, we say this pledge on
our knees, preferably in front of one or more of you.  So, if you would do
us the favor of lining up shoulder to shoulder, please?"

   The men all got up and stood behind the table in a line.  Walters was on
one end and Yelton was on the other, with Mick, Harry and Quigley in the
middle.  The girls knelt before them, spaced out evenly, with Megan.  They
each held a piece of paper with the words to the newly drafted pledge in
their hands.

   Megan looked at each of them, signaling them when to start, and they
read in unison:

   "I pledge submission to the cock and balls

   Of the man who stands before me.

   And to the sperm, for which they hold,

   One load underway, unstoppable,

   With cum and orgasms for all."

   The men all clapped and then Megan said, "April, we have five hard cocks
in front of us.  Would you mind helping Kasey and I address the needs of
these amazing daddies?"

   "Wow, you want me to help?" April asked, honored.  "Of course I will. 
Thank you so much!"

   Soon all five cocks were out, pants dropped the floor.  Kasey was
alternating between Walters and Quigley.  Megan was working on Mick and
Harry.  Yelton had April to himself.  "Can she take it all the way?" he
asked Mick.

   "Not yet," Mick said.  "But she's getting there.  Go for it.  She'll do
her best.  She proved that earlier."

   Yelton grabbed April's hair, bunching it in his hands as he pushed her
head further down his cock.  She choked and sputtered and he let her
breath. She looked up at him, laughing and giggling.  She was loving it. 
He smiled back and pushed back into her mouth, pressing further into her
throat.  Somehow she could choke, giggle and smile all at once.  He pulled
out and rubbed his cock on her gorgeous face, pressing her mouth to his
balls.  She licked all the way up the underside of his shaft until he
plugged her mouth once more.

   The others were all enjoying the attention and highly developed skills
of Megan and Kasey, but they were watching April intently.  Her eagerness
and joy superseded her marginal skills.  She was just stunning to watch. 
She looked up at Yelton like a little puppy, tongue out, panting with wide
eyes and a happy face each time he pulled out of her.  There was only one
thing that face was missing, and Yelton provided it, stroking his cock as
he aimed his pent up load at mouth and nose.  Some landed in her hair. 
Some collected in the corner of her left eye.  Most dripped down her nose,
lips and chin.

   He grabbed his camera and took several close-ups of her perfect
cum-covered face, instructing her to close her mouth and not lick or wipe
away any cum.

   "Orientation time, slut," Mick said.  Everyone knew what that meant. 
The men all held their stiff cocks and circled around April.  Megan and
Kasey knelt close by, stroking and sucking their cocks, keeping them on the
verge until it was their turn to shower April's pretty face with their
loads of hot white cum.

   By the time they were done, April's face was fully covered.  Cum was in
her hair, her eyes were plastered shut, one nostril was clogged, meaning
she was breathing out of just one nostril at this point.  Cum dripped from
her nose, ears, cheeks, lips and chin.  Her top was covered in cum, and
more than few drops had made their way to her pants.  She was a beautiful,
sperm-covered mess.

   "Megan, Kasey, clean up your new classmate," Harry said.  The girls
didn't hesitate.  They knew what he meant.  He wasn't talking wash cloths
or towels.  He meant tongues.  Cum was meant to wear and to eat.  April was
doing her part of wearing it, now they got to feast.  They licked the thick
wads off of April while she giggle and Yelton took pictures.  Kasey licked
cum from April's lips, kissing her as she did so.  April opened her mouth
and they tongue-kissed.  It wasn't planned or for show.  It was just a spur
of the moment thing, a natural show of affection and sharing of cum.  Megan
collected cum in her mouth and fed it to April like a momma bird to a baby,
then also kissed April deeply on the mouth with tongues intertwined.

   Kasey started to lick the cum from April's clothes, but Mick
interjected. "Leave it," he said.  "Those clothes are no longer of use. 
April needs a new wardrobe suitable for a School for Sluts student.  Take
those cum-rags off her.  Rip them off."

   Kasey and Megan started to follow orders, but the men were eager to see
more of their new cum dump and stepped in, tearing roughly at her clothes.
Naturally, they pulled at her top first, ripping it off, then her bra,
finally getting a good look at those wonderful, firm, huge tits.  In
moments, she was completely naked and mostly cleaned of all cum.  April
looked up at her trainers and classmates, frazzled and tired, but smiling.
She was so happy.
   "That was so much fun," she cheered.  "I love this school!"