The Neighborhood
Prologue
Ned slid his eyes open as the early dawn light permeated his boutique penthouse suite. It was Tuesday morning, another day at the Total Woman Academy Neighborhood Vocational Coaching Campus. He awoke alone; the rumpled sheets evidence of the enjoyable sex play he had shared with a new neighborhood arrival. She had delivered his evening snack and then, as instructed by the Housemother, stayed the night.
It was her first encounter with a coach tutor outside the sheltered environment of a TWA resident campus. Ned had inaugurated the co-ed into her expected role for the next two weeks. After a hesitant start, she had portrayed her poise. As the night wore on, her nubile body endured his unrelenting sexual desires.
Now at sunrise, Ned felt the need to assuage his grumbling tummy and his swollen morning woody. Relief awaited him downstairs and outdoors. He dressed casually and descended to the ground floor.
Passing through the lobby waiting area, he paused at the open office door of the Neighborhood Housemother, Ms. Alice. She was absorbed in arranging the weekly schedule of this off-campus seminar: house-keeping chores, specialty boutique attendants, pool party eye-candy, personal match-up requests from visiting pledge contributors. She harmonized a roster that circulated her co-ed charges amongst the venues for optimum educational experiences.
Ned broke her concentration with a good-humored gripe.
"I missed my little bedmate this morning" he complained.
Ms. Alice looked up and smiled at Ned, her favorite Coach Tutor Emeritus. She took on the soothing tone of forced motherly concern, as if speaking to a disgruntled child.
"I'm sorry, Ned. When I peeked in, you seemed very tired and deep in sleep. I quietly sent her to her dorm room on the residence floors. You may find her for another round later about the neighborhood. How was she? Sounds like she did okay"
"Very amusing. I always like those first ones that you give me on Monday nights. You have great insight into my particular interests."
Ms. Alice took the compliment in stride. The platinum-haired little pixie she had chosen for her best resident coach tutor's amusement must have performed well. She would make a favorable note in the girl's record.
"I try to choose the shyest one; they usually need some quick loosening up."
The pair shared a wry smile; their inside joke about petite girls and large cocks. Ned scanned the paper covered desktop.
"I hope my roster has a variety of coach tutoring roster assignments. I need diversity to maintain a strong libido. It's going to be a strenuous week with only two resident coach tutors to cover two dozen co-eds before the Friday rush."
"I'm still sorting through the group but don't worry. I always take care of my co-ds and I always take care of my best 'care-taker'. Why don't you spend the day browsing the field and I'll set up your remaining encounters accordingly."
"Sounds like a good plan. I'll check-in tonight after the rehearsal for the dinner show."
Ned exited the hotel and looked around in the early morning glow. The hotel was bracketed by a dozen storefront shops; a secluded replica of an urban street. A high wall surrounded the training facility, creating a private setting for the TWA co-eds and tutors to act out fantasy scenarios of everyday life.
Tuesdays were always slow. Half of the cohort of co-eds had rotated yesterday morning, bringing a new dozen trainees to the facility for the two-week seminars. The newbies spent Mondays orienting to neighborhood roles, rules and protocols; it was a mini-conference conducted by Ms. Alice and proctored by the dozen co-eds remaining from their first week. Without any focused socializing with the newest seminar attendees, Ned just let Ms. Alice pick a sweet little student to entertain his cock on that first night.
The rest of the week was filled with chance encounters between the co-eds and the resident coach tutors. It was a skeleton staff of two men this week, a heavy load for the pair. Relief would arrive on Friday when a contingent of TWA pledge contributors showed up to round out the co-eds instruction in satiating elite alpha males. In order to encourage a vivacious mood, the number of visiting guest coach tutors was limited to half the resident co-eds.
The week of practice culminated in dinner shows and seduction competitions. The co-eds strived to get selected by a guest coach tutor for overnight assessments of their poise development. Sunday nights found the departing second-week coeds hosting a traditional romantic dinner for their choice of visiting pledge contributor. The guest male could decline but rarely did. The infatuated female had chosen him as her fuck-mate; it was usually the best night of his weekend.
Monday mornings brought sweet-sorrow partings as limousines took the exhausted pledge contributors back to their business responsibilities and the newly erudite co-eds back to their senior year of academic and poise studies at a TWA main campus.
But for now, with a full contingent of co-eds eager to absorb his masculine insight, Ned commenced his essential duties by strolling down the sidewalk to the neighborhood coffee shop for his morning cup of java.
Cum for Coffee
Ned was not the only early bird. The other resident coach tutor was already inside, initiating his own start to the work day. Ned stopped just inside the entrance as he recognized Karl, his partner coach tutor.
Karl stood before a small café table where three newly arrived co-eds were seated. They were dressed in flirty schoolgirl duds: plaid mini-skirts, white blouses and thin cardigan sweaters. His extended finger counted down the eenie-meenie-minie-moe game, finally settling on the blonde.
He grasped her hand and hauled her around the table. She stood beneath his towering gaze as he examined her uniformed figure. Her bare legs were elevated on reasonable heels. The short gray plaid skirt stopped high on her thigh. The light sweater molded the conical contours of her nubile mounds. Her fresh face, with its nervous grin, peered up through the gaps in her wavy blonde locks draping to her shoulders and beyond. She was the perfect caricature of the naughty schoolgirl offering her teacher some prime pussy in exchange for a better grade.
Her friends set her gourmet coffee safely at the table's center. They shuffled their own chairs to a better view and sipped at their lattes as the tutoring lesson unfolded.
Karl spun his blonde to face away and folded her body over an adjacent table. His hand held her head down, pressing her ear hard into the table top. He tapped her inner ankles, his direction to widen her stance. She complied with a hint of hesitation. He flipped up her pleated skirt to discover plain cotton panties. A bit miffed by her lack of forethought for an off-chance encounter, he used both hands to shred and toss aside the offending undergarment.
