(Author's Note: This story may contain little actual BDSM, but further chapters in this short series do. That is why it is in the BDSM section in order to preserve continuity. Thank you and sincerely, LQ1203).
I sucked in my breath as I approached the red curtain leading out into the mansion's main hall. Kennedy was next to me, her dark face smiling, but she was still clothed. She had on a gorgeous, sequined red dress that did wonders for her hourglass figure, but my pale hourglass figure was quite...uhh...visible. Quite visible.
"You'll do fine," said Kennedy in a gentle voice. "You're a healthy and beautiful young woman that's had sex before, and you'll learn all of the ends and outs of the kinky stuff along the way. That's how it was for me. You've got three Hermes lined up for you tonight, not too many for your first time, but I'm warning you right now that you can be scheduled for up to six later on. That can take it out of you pretty quickly. Go slowly and attend to their needs so that you don't burn out. Also, your days will be spaced out every other day just as promised, that way you can get some rest. Trust me, I've had nights where all of my holes were sore, even my mouth."
"You're not really helping," I squeaked.
Kennedy laid her dark right hand on my pale left shoulder and gave me an encouraging push.
"It's all right," she said softly. "You'll get used to it. Remember the three most important things for your year with us here...It's one million dollars, your education is paid for on top of that, and have fun with it. Don't look at it as slavery or even some form of weird indentured servitude. Have fun with it now, because after that year is up, you'll start missing it. Trust me. That's why I recruit for them now. I couldn't stand being away."
That was all fine and well for her, but that didn't exactly prevent or quell my reluctance in the here and now.
"I don't know if I can do this..." I whined.
"You'll learn," nodded Kennedy. "Besides...you're only servicing the Hermes. The Venus are serviced by actual lesbians and bisexuals if they don't want men. Since you're straight, you'll only be seeing men, okay?...There are four sections in the mansion...One for straight men, one for straight women, one for gay men, and one for lesbians. People with wavering tendencies may go where they choose...It's wonderful, trust me. You'll just have to trust me and take that leap of faith. It's one million dollars plus your education. Just keep that in mind. Say it to yourself over and over again. That's what I did my first time."
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, released it, and opened my eyes again.
"It's one million dollars and my education," I said quietly.
I looked down at my own naked body. I was your average cute white girl, twenty-two, five-five, one-hundred and thirty-eight pounds, with an hourglass figure, C-cup breasts, and good hips. I'd originally had long curly black hair that was accented by my naturally blue eyes, but my hair was now in a pixie cut and dyed-blonde, exactly as the Olympians had made my new identity to be. I was born Gretta Klein, but I was now 'Ariadne', an ancient Greek name that meant 'utterly pure'. Now I was buck naked, my large brownish-red nipples in plain view, my very shaved and very hairless vulva in plain view, and my big round heart-shaped bottom in plain view, some very personal things I was still not used to showing off to other people, especially to strange men. I was certainly not used to just handing them over to said men.
"I'm still scared," I whined.
Kennedy spun me around and gave me a quick hug. Kennedy was an African American girl who was the same age as I was, someone who had already 'graduated' from Aphrodite's Arms. She'd spent her year here when she was twenty going into twenty-one, and she was the one who had recruited me, convinced me to prostitute myself for an entire year at this location.
I was cut off from the outside world while I was here, but the Olympians, the rich and powerful owners of this exclusive club, had already taken care of all of my outside attachments. They had informed my family that I was part of a year-long international study on isolation. They had paid my family twenty-thousand dollars as a show of good faith, and I had lied straight up to my family, lied to my mom and dad and two brothers. Now I was here, and it was my first night, and I was scared.
"You'll get regular breaks each month when you're on your period," said Kennedy. "The birth control we use here is cutting edge, so it prevents pregnancy but not your regular monthly. I know that seems like a miss, but this also keeps you from gaining weight while you're on it, and it actually increases your sex drive, dramatically so, in fact."
"Is that why I've been masturbating so much over the last three weeks?" I asked her in surprise. "I thought I was going crazy...I didn't know what was wrong with me..."
Kennedy gave me a wry chuckle and nodded in understanding.
"That's normal, too," she smiled. "It's part of your increased libido. When I first started taking the Olympian Ambrosia, I actually had a couple of days where I masturbated at least ten times. Trust me, I thought I was going crazy too."
"I wasn't that bad," I breathed out. "There was one day when I did it eight times. I'm so glad you cleared that up, though. I thought I had developed a disorder. I feel like I have to do it right now, in fact...but I think that's just because I'm nervous. I'm even a little wet down below."
"You're fine," smiled Kennedy. "It's not nervousness; it's the Ambrosia. Trust me when I say that the sex here is unbelievable, and it will quell your desires for a time. Like I said before, you have three Hermes lined up for you, so you're taking it nice and easy tonight. This is so you'll get used to how things are done at Aphrodite's Arms."
She adjusted the white collar of my bowtie around my neck. Other than my white-felt slip on shoes, my little white bowtie was the only stitch of clothing I had on. I didn't even have on earrings.
"You look gorgeous," encouraged Kennedy. "I love that round face and that button nose of yours. They make you look like an innocent little lamb, just like your new name implies. As you know, my name was 'Callisto', which means 'most beautiful'. I wore that very same bowtie you're wearing, only mine was red, as were my shoes."
"Oh," I said in surprise. "So they come in other colors?"
"Yes," replied Kennedy. "Yours are white to show off your new name. You're now 'Ariadne'. Arie-odd-knee...Just say it a couple of times to get used to it. Everyone here will call you that from now on, no last names, just 'Ariadne', the 'utterly pure one'. That's who you are now. You're a servant of the goddess Aphrodite now, and you need to act like it."
"Arie-odd-knee," I drawled out. "Ariadne. Got it."
"Be demure," nodded Kennedy. "Be reluctant and shy. These are your new traits for your new personality. As an Horae...that's Ohr-riss...I'm supposed to train you, and we still have some time before you make your debut."
"Okay," I breathed out, but I seriously doubted I would need to 'act' like those things.
I was pretty much those things already.
This was all incredibly exciting and equally as terrifying. I never, not once, not in a million years thought I would be somewhere like this doing something like this. Not as a college student going into secondary education, anyway. Hopefully none of my future students would ever discover that I had been one of the Charites, or Ka-ree-tess, the handmaidens of Aphrodite.
"You can always come back as an Horae like me," said Kennedy. "I occasionally get requests to do a little 'charity work'."
