Secretary to Slut - Susan's Journey

Copyright © May 2017 by CiaoSteve

Foreword #1 : All characters in this series are over 18

Foreword #2 : This is part 11 of "Secretary to Slut - Susan's Journey". Although there is a little recap at the start of the story, you may want to read from the start 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 completed the first week of training.

Having finished her classroom training she had been given the chance to make her choice and decided to leave. Starting out on a new life Susan had found a job, a prospective suitor and was getting her life back to what she thought was normality. The only problem though is that something was missing, something she only realised when she looked back through photos of her time with Master and the team. Then an invitation from Bex had left her in a quandary, should she go back to what she had left or stick with her new life?

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Susan sat and stared at the pink letter, reading it over and over as if expecting to find some hidden message between the lines. It just read the same though every time:

Susan, my darling, I've been back a while and missing you. We have a special event at the weekend. Would be great for you to be part of it. If you feel the same, I'll be waiting for you at Main Station at 10:00 on Saturday morning. I do hope you'll be there.

Luv Bex

She was in a quandary. Since leaving Master's establishment Susan had been intent on forging what she saw as being a normal life. She now had a new job, regular income and even a doting partner. Yet there was just something missing, something which would take the relationship from good to great. Through a combination of this letter, photos of her time with Master and regular dreams that she had been having, Susan had realised what was missing. She had realised she was missing the one thing that she had tried to blank out of her memory. Susan had feelings for another, not

any

other, but another woman.

What she held in her hand was an open invite to go back to the old times, to re-embark on that journey, to be back with the one she wanted. But then, by going back, she would be throwing away everything she had built since.

Jack had already made plans for the coming weekend, tickets for an art exhibition which had been like gold dust to get. He would be so disappointed it Susan said she couldn't come with him.

Was there a solution? She knew that Jack was the correct answer, but really could she turn her back on the chance to meet Bex again? And, if she turned Jack down what would it do to their relationship?

Susan sat and stared at that pink letter not knowing quite which way to turn.

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Later that evening Susan sat on the sofa, phone to her ear listening to it ring. She was just about to hang up when Jack answered.

"Hey Jack, it's me."

"Susan, what's up?"

"Nothing really, but I have a bit of a problem for the weekend and I know how much you've been looking forward to the exhibition and how difficult it was to get those tickets."

"What's happened Susan?"

"Don't worry it's nothing to do with me. Just an old friend who isn't so good and needs a little support. I could do with staying at hers over the weekend. I'm so sorry Jack."

"Don't worry, I understand. Why don't I join you?"

"That's so kind Jack but I think you should go to your exhibition. It's women's problems so I don't think she would want a man around. I'll be back by Sunday and we can plan something together at another time."

They finished the conversation and Susan hung up. It was a lie, just a little lie, but she felt so guilty.

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Saturday arrived and Susan woke in a state of nervous anticipation. She was about to embark on what could be the biggest mistake of the rest of her life. Even if she met up with Bex, would it be the same and would the risk be worth taking? Whatever the outcome, Susan had now committed to it and there was no turning back.

Just the thought of meeting Bex again was exciting Susan. Out of the shower Susan dried off and looked at herself in the full length mirror of her wardrobe. How she had changed in the last few weeks. Her breasts were a good half cup larger and her nipples, more often than not, stood to attention with the slightest stimulus. She was still clean shaven and already could feel the slight puffiness in her lips in anticipation of what the day could bring. Susan had to admit that she was still a bit of a slut, getting excited at the merest thought of being with another woman.

She rifled through the wardrobe looking for something to wear. Her wardrobe was now a mixture of her own normal clothes and those brought back at the end of her week with Master. The latter collection didn't often see the light of day and were mainly a memory of times gone by. It was one of these though that she chose to wear, a red short sleeved mini dress coming down to mid thigh with a low scooped neckline and a zip running the whole length of the front of the dress. The only difference between now and her time at Master's was that Susan chose to wear underwear, a matching white strapless bra and panties set.

A short taxi ride later and Susan found herself standing on the concourse at Main Station. She was a good fifteen minutes early so not surprised when Bex wasn't around. Instead Susan found a quiet corner to stand and watch the world go by. Main Station was a funny place. It went from being quiet and peaceful, just the odd passenger strolling around, to thronging with people hurrying around on a mission, then back to tranquillity again.

Susan watched as train after train came in, the crowd swelling and then diminishing once more, hopeful after each wave of activity that there would be a familiar face looking back at her. She did catch a glimpse of a couple of ladies who, from behind, could have been Bex but when finally they turned around it was obvious that they were not the one she was waiting for. Ten o'clock passed, then ten fifteen and still no sign of Bex. It was nearing ten thirty and Susan was about to give up waiting, disappointed that she had come on a wild goose chase, when she heard a voice from behind.

"Looking for someone?"

She spun around and there, looking resplendent, was Bex.

"I'm sorry Susan, the traffic was . . . "

Bex didn't have the time to complete her sentence before Susan had run up, brazenly embraced her friend and planted a large kiss on her lips. Bex forced herself out of the embrace and continued.

"Plenty of time for that later, but come now, the car's in a tow away zone."

They both left the station and found the car, a large, slightly stretched, black chauffer driven limo at the side of the station. With the two girls in the back, the driver pulled away. The back of the car had tinted privacy windows so that the girls could look out but nobody could look in. There was a similar partition between the front and back of the car so that the driver could not see in. Bex leaned forward and opened the panel in the partition and spoke to the driver.

"Take your time, we've got some catching up to do, but get us to Maxine's for twelve."

On their way, the two girl's wasted no time in getting to know each other once more. There was plenty of chatter as the two became acquainted with their comings and goings in the weeks they had been apart. Nothing was left unturned and no secrets. OK just one secret . . . the subject of Jack wasn't on the agenda.

Pleasantries over, the two resumed where they had left off all those weeks back, melded together in a deep embrace. Susan was kneeling over the top of her taller friend who was now slumped back in the car seat. To Susan this just felt right. The buzz she didn't have on her own with Jack was suddenly back and she wondered why she had ever left.

Lips still locked together and tongues entwined, Bex decided to take proceedings one step further and with a spare hand she reached down between Susan's legs, feeling for that shaven pussy. What she found though was as surprising as the sharp bend that the car took throwing Susan across the seat.

"Well, well, well," Bex commented "forgotten the rules already have you? Do I really need to dole out some punishment?"

Susan was a little taken aback before remembering the rule about never wearing underwear. Feeling clever, she knew how to get out of this one.

"Show me yours then, Bex," she commanded, expecting to see her friend also wearing panties.

There was no hesitation as Bex spread her legs and at the same time hiked up her own dress, No mistaking it,

there

was a clean shaven pussy for all the world to see, lips already enlarged and glistening with the slightest amount of pussy juice.

Bex laughed. "Looks like you lose,

now

, how about that punishment? I know, first of all you can give me that pair of knickers and the bra, if you have one."

Susan had no intention of resisting, in fact she found her friend's sudden commanding attitude a bit of a turn on. Quite easily she removed the white panties and passed them to her friend. The bra though was a bit more of a struggle in the confines of the car, but she managed to reach round and uncup it from the back before pulling it off and again passing it to her friend.

"Good start," continued Bex, "now how about a little appetiser before we get to lunch? Let's see, what is there to eat in here?"

Bex hiked up her dress even further and spread her legs apart. There was just enough room in the back of the limo for Susan to kneel down between her friend's legs and she didn't need asking twice. Head down, tongue out, she plunged down into her the welcoming pussy, immediately remembering the sweet taste that she had missed for so long. There was nothing discrete nor delicate about her intentions. Susan was focused on one thing and one thing only. She was going to eat this pussy until it screamed for release, and so she did.

Susan was on a mission. Her face was pushed as close as it could go to Bex's pussy, tongue darting in and out of her love canal causing her friend to gasp at the feel of her opening being penetrated. She continued at a frenetic pace, pushing deep inside then withdrawing and circling the entrance, then going back deep inside. By now Bex was simply holding her in place, enjoying the feeling of being eaten and eaten by the one she loved.

Difficult as it was with her face stuffed into Bex's pussy, Susan managed to squeeze a finger in as well and found the young girl's clit. She started circling with her finger over the bundle of nerves, whilst at the same time plunging her tongue as deep as it would go. That was all it took. Bex suddenly stiffened, pulling Susan's head further into her moist pussy as her climax hit. Wave upon wave of pleasure spread through her body as she came hard on the young girl's tongue. Eventually Bex came down from her high and released Susan's head, the latter gasping for breath after being help in tight for so long.

The two sat for a minute before Bex spoke up.

"So, my dear, there are some things you haven't forgotten how to do. I am so happy about that."

It was at that precise moment that the voice of the driver could be heard, faintly from the front.

"We'll be at Maxine's in ten minutes my lady."

Bex smiled. "Looks like you'll have to wait until later for your desserts my friend."

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The two girls found themselves sat in Maxine's in a booth out of the way from public eyes. The strange thing, thought Susan, was that the table was laid for three but there were only two of them.

"Is somebody joining us?" enquired Susan as the two ordered drinks.

"Just wait and see," replied Bex with a grin.

The drinks arrived along with food menus but the two were still alone. Another five minutes passed before they heard a voice at the entrance asking for a table in Master's name. She must be wrong but for some reason Susan thought she recognised the voice, she just couldn't place it. It didn't take long though before the third guest made it to the table.

"Hello #5," came a rather excited voice "do you remember me?"

How could Susan forget. It was Jenny, the young PA who she had got up close and personal with on Master's boat.

Susan stood up.

"Jenny, it's been a while."

The two exchanged kisses on each cheek then sat back down. The three girls exchanged idle conversation as they waited for food to arrive. Afterwards was time to get down to business, after all why else had they got together?

"Bet you're wondering why we are here," asked Jenny "well I have a business opportunity for you."

"I'm all ears," replied Bex smiling, already aware of what was to come.

"Ritchie's daughter turned 18 recently and before her birthday I asked her what she would like as a present. The answer took me by surprise. I was expecting some request for expensive material goods but her ask was quite different. She wanted one thing only. Let me think, oh yes I remember. She had replied saying Auntie Jen I want to be excited, to dance amongst the stars, to be taken to the edge of heaven and back to earth again. If you can make that happen it will be better than anything you could buy me."

Jenny paused for a minute, took a drink then continued.

"It took me a while to unravel what she was telling me, but I think I have the answer. In a roundabout way she was asking to be taken, to leave her childhood behind and become a woman. The question though was how to manage it. I've known for a while that Ritchie is a little possessive and doesn't like the idea of her getting off with anyone, especially men. Quite ironic, don't you think in his line of work. Then it struck me, why does it have to be a man when a fellow woman could probably do a better job. Immediately I was taken back to you and the boat trip. That is what I want to give her as a birthday present. Take her to heaven and back, make a woman out of Ritchie's daughter."

"I don't know," replied Susan "I've given all of that up since the last time we met."

"Please reconsider," continued Jenny "you really know what a woman needs and I so want to make this the best for Ritchie's little girl. I want you to be the star of attention at a little "Cumming of Age" party for her and a select group of friends. Oh, and did I mention there's a little payment for you if you make them all cum . . . . shall we say seven thousand?"

Susan considered deeply. Seven thousand for entertaining a few young girls? But what about Jack? But how would he find out? And the money would be real useful.

It was Bex who then chipped in.

"And don't forget that you still need to get your deserts too," she said winking "I'm sure we can sort you out with something special at no extra cost. Go on, it'll be a scream to get back together again."

A long pause seemed to last forever and finally Susan responded.

"Go on, but just this once. I'm not making a habit of this. Anyone else Jenny, and the answer would have been no."

The arrangements were made for the party which was to be held later that evening in a private club and the three made there ways, Jenny on foot and the other two back in the limo.

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Later that evening the limo pulled up close to the entrance to Swingers Jazz Club. Susan climbed out of the limo into the twilight of the early evening and waited for Bex to join her. Whilst waiting she took in her surrounding.

Swingers was located in a large warehouse style brick building, totally nondescript from the outside except for a black double door and a large neon sign hanging above. In the near darkness the sign grabbed her attention as if she was a moth attracted to a street light. In large blue brush script style letters was the name "Swingers", surrounded by various images of musical notes, instruments and people.

Two large bouncers stood at the front door monitoring a large queue of customers waiting to enter. It was the queue though which intrigued Susan the most. They were people of all ages, singles, couples and groups, but not the usual clientele you would associate with a downtown jazz club. What stood out most was what they were wearing, or more to the point what they weren't wearing. It was more like you would expect from a nightclub than a jazz club, miniskirts and cropped tops in abundance for the ladies. Then there was the familiarity. Susan was sure a young lady near the front of the queue had just winked at her despite being hand in hand with what Susan presumed was her male partner.

Still staring at, rather observing, the queue of wannabee entrants, Susan was broken out of her trance like state by the sound of her name being called. It was Bex who, by now, had left the car, grabbed a large bag out of the boot and was talking to one of the bouncers. Whatever she had said it was obvious that the two were getting a fast path into the venue. Following one of the bouncers, a hugely built white guy with the look of ex army, the two were taken into the smoky main room. The bouncer continued talking to Bex and from his hand signals it seemed he was giving them directions.

The main room was pretty much what you would expect from a jazz club. There was a large island bar in the centre of the room and a plethora of small tables dotted around, some occupied some not. A jazz band was playing at one end of the room on an elevated stage with a dance floor just in front. To the back of the stage were three video screens. A large rectangular central screen was playing back a view of the inside of the club, giving the impression that it was much bigger than it actually was. There was a smaller upright screen at each side of the main one but these were not currently active.

Around the edges of the room were a number of more private booths, mostly populated with young couples. Susan noticed that each had a red curtain, most open but a few of which were closed. She struggled to hear over the sound of the band but Susan recognised the tell tale sounds of intimacy coming from those booths with closed curtains.

Mmmm, thought Susan to herself. Swingers in name and swingers in nature, this club had more than one string to its bow.

Bex was slowly pushing her way through the crowds, heading to the side of the stage. She turned and motioned to Susan. Finally they exited stage left through another curtain. They found themselves in a narrow corridor leading to a small room to the back of the stage. It was almost like a star's dressing room full of mirrors, dressing tables and clothes racks. At the other side of the dressing room was a second door which led into a second larger room directly behind the stage.

Bex led the way into the second room. It was a larger room, the walls decorated with the same red curtains that the two had seen in the club itself. Around the edges of the room were a collection of red leather chairs and sofas, but it was a large round thigh high table in the centre which dominated the room. Actually, table was probably the wrong word, it was more like a bed but minus the headboard. This time it was dressed in white fabric with red cushions dotted around at one end.

Bex headed towards a long table at the far end of the room. There was a large punch bowl, a collection of glasses and a number of dishes of nibbles. Reaching into her bag, Bex pulled out a bottle then turned and smiled at Susan.

"What's that?" enquired Susan.