Zack's flight from San Antonio had been uneventful. He was lazing by the pool of the boutique hotel that had been closed to the public for a week. The sign said 'Renovations' but it had really been booked exclusively for a Total Woman Academy induction symposium. The view on the pool deck was stupendous; kudos to the TWA Scouting staff.
Total Woman Academy enrolled its freshman class with referrals and recommendations from within its own ranks. Daughters of Alumni Fund sponsors were the primary candidates. However, TWA accepted transfer students, usually sophomores and juniors. When an appropriate number of transfer candidates had been vetted, an induction symposium was scheduled. 'Appropriate number' was never too many to overwhelm the available Coach Tutors but never too few to compromise the necessary libido maintaining diversity.
TWA Scouts frequented the proper venues: cheerleader summer camps, amateur fashion shows, college campus charity fund raisers and such. They ignored unwholesome places like bars and pro sports events. They sought out clean-living young women who would absolutely flourish when their beauty, intelligence and poise were perfected by TWA's unique curriculum. The TWA Scouts posed as advertising agents for normal beauty services like makeup, fitness products and nutritional supplements. However, the covert recruiters gave a special card with a special telephone number to the choicest females they found. The answering operator vetted the curious callers and routed the prime candidates onward into the system of in-depth interviews, detailed background checks and recommendations for transfer admission. This week was the final check in that system before the students entered the hallowed halls of the Total Woman Academy.
Zack was always amazed at the thorough gleaning that the system performed until only the crème de la crème rose to the top of the transfer list. The assembled Coach Tutors were not here to reject any candidates but to evaluate the extent of their sensual talents. Zack's evaluation assessments would determine at what stage a transferee would enter the TWA poise curriculum.
The practical application today was Topless Tuesday, a TWA tradition for upper classmates. Freshman students spent the entire year topless, wearing a school uniform of only heels and thong panties, shedding silly inhibitions about semi-private nudity. The novice classmates were inspired to sculpt their bodies to perfection in friendly competition and mutual assistance. Upper classman maintained that attitude through weekly refreshers. Thus, the view on Topless Tuesday was stupendous; just what a mature man like Zack needed for job-related libido maintenance.
Yesterday had been filled with face to face sit downs between candidates and Coach Tutors, going over the extensive applications, background checks and previous interviews. It was a casual, yet crucial get-to-know you ice-breaker between the stolid Coach Tutors and bubbly transferees, laying the groundwork for the remaining week's proceedings. After this week, the candidates travelled to the TWA campus facilities and would be submerged immediately in the intensive carnal curriculum. The lectures and practical exercises were dedicated to perfecting their sexual talents, bodies and souls. Hesitation was intolerable. Yet despite the typical sophistication of the incoming group, Zack had been forewarned about a bothersome circumstance. One transferee was still a virgin.
Vivienne was a tall redheaded sophomore with a breath-taking body but suffocating inhibitions. Vienne was no stranger to sex; her hands, cleavage and mouth had propelled copious amounts of ejaculate from her ardent boyfriends. But her hymen was still intact and her immaculate womb unsullied by the torrent of male nectar she had hitherto only guzzled. She openly admitted her virginal state. At TWA, Vivienne must acquiesce promptly to every lesson delivered, including vaginal penetration by engorged pricks or engineered probes. The drill schedule commenced immediately upon arrival. It would be in Vivienne's best interests to correct her incongruity before travelling to the Total Woman Academy. Zack was assigned the burden of gently remedying the situation.
Zack watched Vivienne saunter along the pool, her uncovered breasts springing to her cadence. The morning sun was gentle on her pale freckled skin. Their rendezvous in her room was scheduled for later this morning. Someone had to be her first; Zack had used his seniority to pull rank. He would share Vivienne's once in a lifetime moment as she passed from young lady to young woman. But he wanted the transition to be gentle and special for her, not just a hurried humpty hump by an over-aroused male. Meanwhile, he watched the other envious Coach Tutors follow Vivienne's jaunt across the pool deck.
Vivienne turned down the path to her bungalow. Zack rousted himself out of the chaise lounge and casually paced a lap around the pool deck to gather attention. Then he coolly entered the same path to Vivienne's room, smirking as he imagined the other Coach Tutors' laser beams of jealousy ricocheting off his back.
Vivienne opened the door as Zack arrived and led him to the bed. She wore only her pastel green thong. Pausing briefly, she wrangled with the knotted side tie, emitting mild frustration at its obstinacy. Zack stilled her action with a soft word and gentle touch.
"There's no rush. We have plenty of time."
Zack motioned Vivienne next to the cushioned divan across the room. Sitting, he drew her into a sidesaddle snuggle and leaned her head on his shoulder. He caressed the red tresses over her outside ear and kissed her forehead. Vivienne gave a shiver.
Zack grew paternal. "Are you okay?"
Vivienne's voice quavered as she dipped her head. "Will it hurt?"
"Maybe... probably... a little... at first..." Zack hugged her arm closer. "But all the young ladies who have gone before you have found it worthwhile. The short discomfort soon disappears and their lives blossom into a world of untold pleasure." He felt Vivienne relax into his embrace as he looked her over. Her firm round breasts were lightly freckled, the nipples conical and a deep rose color. Her exposed belly was trim and smooth and the thong cut very low. Her warm ass was cushy against his hips and thighs. One tit stood proud but the other was squashed against his sternum. It shaped her compressed cleavage into that useful tunnel that boys she liked had used liberally. Zack used a thumb pad to circle the exposed nipple. He had a notion.
"Do you use makeup here?"
