Ned was lounging at the pool deck of the Master Facility. He had finished a three day coaching tune-up marathon with four different senior students at their facility and left that place before anymore last minute requests could be made. He was scanning the pool deck full of exposed flesh when a woman dressed in a well-fit business suit was escorted from the adjacent house by Mrs. Smith. Ned was surprised to see Mrs Smith here at the Masters facility away from her senior students. Spying Ned, she conducted the business woman towards him. "Ned, this is Zena. She is a TWA alumnus and is in discussions to become the Master facility housemother. Zena, this is Ned, our top evaluation assessment staff member."
Ned extended a handshake to Zena who said "We haven't met but my daughters are both TWA graduates and speak highly of you." Ned remained amused by the lackadaisical manner in which parents thanked him for teaching their daughters how to fuck better. Ned tried to determine which students this woman had borne. Though clothed, he could see that huge flesh mounds pressed against constraining jacket buttons. At middle-age, the face still had a youthful look and beneath the skirt was a shapely ass held up by toned legs in heels. She could be the mother of any one of half the student population.
Mrs Smith invited Ned to join them for dinner that evening. Ned wore a sport coat and slacks and the women wore cocktail dresses. The limousine took them to a fashionable roof top restaurant in a nearby city. After light dinner banter, Zena related her story.
After graduation, Zena found a suitable career and mate and had been lucky with stock investments. She bore two daughters with the rising star of a major corporation but was left widowed by an industrial accident. After some time, she enrolled both daughters at TWA and they pursued their lives with successes outshining even their mother's career.
Zena became involved with several local charities and met an older media tycoon. Marriage was not in the cards as his fortune and life were tied to the extended family and an alienated wife. Zena accepted the situation as she liked the charisma of the mature man. They were not flouting their relationship but neither were they secretive. It was an open arrangement and Zena travelled with him or attended charity functions as often as either of them desired. He was generous with his time and companionship. Zena was not looking for other companions and, with her bedroom skills, the man had neither the will nor the energy to stray.
One night, he was particularly amorous and they ran a marathon session of sex play and intercourse. On his final act ever, the man came and collapsed his weight onto Zena. She thought he was exhausted but when she tried to stir him, she found, quite literally, that he had died in her arms.
The funeral was tense with her presence and the reading of the will later saw her receive a large percentage of the man's media assets. Zena had no desire to own or operate a piece of a media empire and certainly not together with the consternated family. She negotiated a fair settlement with the family and combined it with her existing portfolio into a tidy, secure income. With her daughters gone and being rather unwelcome in the social circles she had once travelled, Zena looked for something to engage her energies. The position of Housemother at the Master Facility intrigued her.
Mrs. Smith gave Zena a tour of the facility that day. The only remaining area was the Fantasy Suites. "Ned, I believe you should show that area to Zena. It is your area of experience more than mine." Ned agreed to perform the responsibility.
Zena met Ned outside the three suites. Ned showed her the colored annunciators over each door and described the meanings: Red Light, Do Not Enter; Yellow Light, Knock Before Entering; Green Light, Enter At Will.
They started with the Costume Suite. The main room had a large bed, additional sitting areas, mirrors and wall-to-wall carpeting. The attached bath had glass enclosed shower stall and separate garden tub. Several large walk-in closets contained a wide variety of heels, dresses, costumes, lingerie and uniforms in many sizes. Patrons could specify ahead of time their particular wish of clothing or browse the inventory for on the spot ideas. The air whispered floral and fruity scents.
The Victorian Suite had a similar bath and set of closets but with fewer costumes and clothes. The main room decor was dark paneling and lacy furnishings on a four poster canopy bed. Carpets covered the sitting areas of the hardwood floors. Stuffed chairs, couches and side tables with lamps completed the feel of old money and leisure. The atmosphere held deep odors of wood polish and leather. The suites were inter-connected by double doors.
