** Naveena **
Nuvesh, Dev and Rajik sat together in the company cafeteria eating lunch. Their conversation was the usual banter of work, play and love. They usually bragged of feminine conquests, although the talk was braggadocios at best. The trio of killer app rock stars were cloistered here 24/7 in Naveena's protected high tech campus, where they often worked double shifts, as did the small number of other computer whizzes. Pixelated onscreen women were the closest the boys ever came to human sexual intercourse, facilitated by their masturbating hands.
All their work product stayed securely in-house and woe to anyone caught trying to leave campus without permission or avoiding the full body scans and cavity searches. On the other hand, Naveena's secretive operation paid phenomenally well and they had accumulated respectable nest eggs. It would allow them to retire early to a nice place with lots of their fantasy dream women, real flesh and blood, at their beck and call.
Meanwhile, the work was steady, interesting and lucrative for those who kept the secret place a secret and followed the rules. Those rules applied to their brief forays outside, where they were under constant covert surveillance. And today's lunchtime babble surrounded a very special foray: the pending Best Team Performance awards.
From her office, Naveena monitored the cafeteria chatter from the closed circuit system. She had built her company based on keeping her client's industrial intelligence secure from the competition. It was a constant struggle to get the right people with the right skills in place. She held their loyalty with good compensation: financially and physiologically. And the three young men whose personnel files were arrayed on her desk, had certainly earned their reward. They had fulfilled Krista's customized chip design work order in record time. And Krista's exclusive manufacturing source had then made the computer chips in his usual secretive fashion. He had earned his pay and other special rewards, again. But the three chip designers would be the winning team who would travel to Sri Lanka to receive their own special rewards.
** Amrita **
Naveena clicked on TWAnet, summoning a tele-conference with Amrita. Her friend, and more, had created a luxurious retreat getaway in the highlands of Sri Lanka and it had done spectacularly well, catering to an elite alpha male clientele.
As a TWA graduate herself, Amrita had been more sad than glad when she left after the four fantastic undergraduate years of the poise curriculum. The extensive training encounters had taught her a wealth of ways to gratify a demanding man's needs and desires. She had enjoyed it so thoroughly that the only obvious life path thereafter was instituting this sensuous south Asian Shangri-La. She managed the business well, assisted by a capable hand-picked staff. It prospered from the multiple revenue streams generated by discrete client sexual indulgence and cultural-diversity poise encounters for visiting TWA co-eds, other alumni and the bevy of elite alpha male Pledge Contributors.
She monitored the minute details of the interactions among the transitory male guests and the rotating groups of enthusiastic poise pupils. And she honed her stunning physique and kinky expertise by routinely providing personal services to some of the more attractive male guests who booked particularly peculiar Fantasy Requests.
Naveena's heart skipped a beat when Amrita's face came onscreen; she was as beautiful as ever. Her image showed the true Hindi radiance of her luxurious long black hair, the dark eyeshadow and liner, and the rich cosmetic tones on her light brown skin.
The two women had met for the first time at her Sri Lanka facility during a dual TWA Fantasy Request assignment. While waiting for the elite Pledge Contributor's arrival, they had melded intuitively into a lesbian escapade, discovering their mutual attraction, unable to resist the heated temptation. The guest male had entered when they were deep in 69 cunnilingus, and the surprise co-mingling appealed to his libido. He watched them reach their orgasms, heedless to his presence. After undressing while they recovered, he had wiggled into the sweaty cornucopia of naked feminine flesh, and spent the night enjoying the fruits of bi-sexual ecstasy.
Connected securely over the TWAnet, the ladies swapped loving pleasantries, both recalling memories of their past pleasurable meetings. Naveena transmitted the boys' files along with her verbal commentary and instructions. The trio's recorded videos and internet search histories had established that Dev liked redheads, Rajik surfed the net and masturbated to blondes while Nuvesh was drawn to rounded Polynesian honeys.
Amrita skimmed the awardees' summaries and shared that, by chance, it was the end of the quarter and a new rotation of Cross Cultural Exchange coeds were due for selection. She would check through the co-ed applicants and make suitable arrangements. The women ended the call with promises to get together soon for in-person business consultations and, unspoken but understood from their longing looks, some lesbian bedtime intimacy.
Amrita switched her screen to the Cross Cultural Exchange applicants' page. There were many coeds vying for the coveted Exchange tours and it was easy to select the right girls for her special awards guests. With those arrangements in place, she leaned back and contemplated her good fortune to be the owner of such a wonderful place. Life was good for her, her staff, the vivacious visiting coeds and the elite alpha males who drilled them in real world poise exercises.
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The boys' travel was comfortable, a private jet to Colombo and then a SUV limousine into the countryside. The car's windows were blacked out to conceal the route and landscape from its award winning passengers. Arriving at the clandestine destination, they found themselves in a small resort high in the Sri Lanka highlands, surrounded by working tea plantations. It was simply beautiful. Registration was pointless as they were the only guests that weekend. They were directed to their individual cabins and informed that dinner was at dusk in the main dining room.
Nuvesh found his baggage already in his bungalow. The long journey had left him feeling grimy from sitting where others had before on the semi-public transports. He needed a shower.
He stepped wet and naked from the misty cabinet as the cottage door opened and the housemaid entered his room. That would have been a normal hotel accident except that the Pacific Island girl wore thin sandals and an ankle length sari wrapped around her waist. And nothing more; she was topless. He stood shocked and stared at the big bare breasts exposed above the stack of folded towels that she bore in her arms.
"Oh, excuse me, sir, I didn't have the towels when I prepared your room. I hurried back with them."
She set the stack aside on a convenient table and whipped one open. When shaking it out, her body jiggled with fleshy bounty. The motions loosed the skirt and it melted away, leaving her as equally bare below as she was above the waist. She approached Nuvesh and started wiping the water from his back, and then his arms and then squatted to dry his legs. She stayed in her squat, eyeball to penis, and then looked up at his still shocked expression. His dick started to get hard and rose to make its own earnest introduction. She noted such and smiled broadly.
"Oh, my... is this for me?"
Nuvesh couldn't think of anything to say. The housemaid rose to her feet but was still a foot shorter than Nuvesh.
"May I touch it?"
She reached out without waiting for his response and cradled his manhood in her palm. Her touch gained further results; his cock grew fatter and longer in her hand. Her fingers gently wrapped his shaft.
"Let me introduce myself, sir. I know your name is Nuvesh. I'm Fiona."
He was dumbstruck. Never would he have believed that a buxom Polynesian beauty of his dreams would be holding his hardening dick within minutes of their first acquaintance. Fiona took charge in Nuvesh's mental interlude.
"Let's not let this go to waste. Can you follow me over here?"
