Copyright © May 2017 by CiaoSteve
Foreword #1 : All characters in this series are over 18
Foreword #2 : This is part 5 of "Secretary to Slut - Susan's Journey". Although there is a little recap at the start of the story, you may want to read the first parts to get up to speed with Susan's journey to date
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Our Susan, a one time career girl with high aspirations, had fallen on hard times and found herself taking a job in the pleasure industry. Having second thoughts, Susan had accepted a compromise where she could leave of her own free will on the condition that she successfully completes the first week of training. A surprise visitor the night before had left Susan in a more positive frame of mind that she could manage to get through the week. We find Susan waking the morning after that night before.
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Susan had woken late that morning, sunlight seeping through the thin curtains of her room. The previous nigh had been an eye opener for our young girl.
A surprise visit from one of the other girls, Bex, had culminated in a most wonderful but unexpected orgasm for both of them. Susan had found a side to her, which, if asked previously, she would have denied ever existed. For the first time in her life, Susan had enjoyed her sexuality, but with another woman. Was she a lesbian, a dyke? God no, Susan still desired a cock of her own, but for sure this had opened up new avenues to explore.
Susan couldn't admit it, but Bex now had a hold on her heart. The sister she had never had, was now the focus of her desires. The evening had not been forced, in fact she had to admit that she had been seduced, but god how she had enjoyed it.
And now, awake at last she had a new buzz in her step, eager to get through the day in the hope of another exciting evening. Susan clambered out of bed, still unclothed having dozed off after her romantic encounter with Bex. She glanced at the clock on the wall, 09:35, and stooping to pick up her discarded nightshirt noticed a piece of paper pushed under the door to her room. Picking it up she read:
"Trust you had a relaxing night Susan. Once you have roused yourself, get dressed and join us in the training room. We have a lot to cover today so do cum quickly."
Not wanting to disappoint, Susan jumped in the shower, eager to clean up after the exertions of the night before, her dried on love juices still smeared over her nether regions. Standing under the warm torrent of water, she lathered up the soap and gently massaged across her toned pale skin, from top to bottom. Turning her attention to her shaved bush, she did notice that the lack of hair along with the silky smoothness of the soap was much more sensitive than before. In her mind she reflected on her last shower before she left home and that huge orgasm. Did she have time for another? Maybe if she was quick. But at that moment her mind kicked in again and she remembered the rules.
Rule 5 - to cum is a privilege which must be earned.
Susan decided it was better not to push things and quickly finished her shower. The thought of punishment still filled her with dread.
Having dried off, she returned to the bedroom and slipped on a red stretchy dress, just tight enough to cling to every curve whilst showing off her pert tits. Looking in the mirror she admired herself.
Wow
, she thought, one sassy gal, her attention turning to her breasts which were now stretching the fabric almost to its limit. Must be a trick of the light she thought. I always believed they were my best asset, but I never noticed they were quite so big before. Putting on a pair of slippers, Susan left the room and walked down the corridor. Standing outside the room labelled TRAINING, she knocked gently.
"Come in Susan," came a friendly female voice.
Susan opened the door slowly and walked into the room, stopping inside to take in the surprising view. Suddenly she felt just like being back at school, albeit a small school. The room was set out just like an old fashioned classroom with half a dozen wooden desks of the type with a flip top and inbuilt inkwell along with an oversize table at the front, edged in wood but with the central top covered in green padded leather. The only deviations from that stereotypical classroom were a whiteboard instead of blackboard, ceiling mounted cameras and a built in floor to ceiling video screen along one wall.
Susan stood surveying her new surroundings, brought back to reality by the sound of the door shutting behind her and again that female voice.
"Good morning my dear, do take a seat."
Susan spun round quickly to see #1 stood at the side of the door. As requested she plonked herself at one of the desks in the front row, legs crossed and arms folded. Her companion in the room slowly, yet masterfully walked across the classroom and sat on the front edge of the top table, knees together legs hanging over the edge of the table.
Sat there on the teacher's table #1 could easily have been mistaken for the real thing. There was an air of control, of dominance about the way she sat. Mid thirties, Susan thought, not fat, but definitely sturdy in stature and dressed to kill in a plain white blouse and sharp black above the knee length skirt. To top it all Susan noticed the leather cane that #1 was gently tapping on her knee.
"Welcome to our training room Susan. As you already know I am #1 and as well as managing the reception desk I also take responsibility for arranging teaching for all of our new recruits so that they can fulfil their potential."
Susan was taken aback by the sudden formality of this teacher pupil relationship, a far cry from the intimacy of Bex's visit the night before.