Meghan
The ultimate objective is to use him. Specifically, to use him to seduce young women and hopefully corrupt them so that they, in turn, can do the same to young men and so on. This is my admittedly unbalanced way of commemorating dear 'Daddy' who started me on the path of deviancy. Of course, 'deviancy' is subjective, but I don't think his practice of masturbating and then ejaculating onto my face falls into what anyone could call a 'grey' area. But, back then, I believed it normal. Primarily because he told me it was the secret of growing up to be beautiful - and that this was what my mother asked for all the time. This, of course, was after my mother left us and I, at a very tender age, became 'the woman of the house'.
Deviancy is corruption and I was corrupted. After my happy-family beginnings, it didn't need a lot of push for my late husband to nudge me into the kind of games that he found exciting but which sent me even more off-kilter. I now spend every Thursday morning talking into the mournful air of Stella's office, trying with little or no effect to convince myself that I am not a person who is deviant and generally rather disgusting. Re-programming myself is particularly difficult because, although Elizabeth is all I want, I really do get off spectacularly when a guy splashes come on my face and I thoroughly enjoy many of the visual pleasures of The Lotus. So, I don't see me getting 'cured' and I certainly don't see me becoming a nice young woman with a 'normal' libido, whatever that is. Well, if I'm stuck the way I am and, albeit unwillingly, rather enjoy it, I want to spread the pleasure. And this I shall do by turning my little oh-so-Christian virgin into another happy deviant.
Actually, he's starting to lose that choir-boy innocence rather quickly. It's most gratifying. In relatively short order I have gotten him to: blaspheme, drink alcohol, swear, expose himself, play with naked women and masturbate in front of me. Not bad in three months, considering at the git-go he was, at twenty-three, a virgin and thought 'ohmigosh' was racy, had never had any kind of sex and believed swearing and drinking were the inevitable first steps to eternal damnation.
The problem with the boy is that he really has no idea how to act with a woman. He admits that he has no idea how to kiss, let alone arouse and satisfy a woman. Thus he is totally ill-equipped for the task that I have in mind. But we can solve all that: Elizabeth will do a perfect job.
Elizabeth
When Meghan took over The Lotus, after her husband died, she took me out of there for herself. Without her I'd probably still be acting there, or maybe sold on to one of the members. This is so easy. Before it was tiring - I was, every night, fucking this one or that one or playing in groups or putting on the shows. Very tiring. Who wants to do that every night, sometimes until early in the morning? Now it is lovely. I have the shop, which is really Meghan's of course, and Meghan has me and I only have to act for her. Of course, the Lotus was so much better than the treize where Maman still has the apartment - but now with the girl who replaced me after Meghan's husband bought me for The Lotus.
Meghan is very good to me. She is easy to satisfy, she likes to see me with Armando, which is good - I need a man for real pleasure. Now she is playing with Jeremy and I am to teach him how to love a woman. This will be fun.
Jeremy
Meghan has called me every night since that night with Elizabeth. Every night she asks the same question: "have you been jerking off?" It kind of pisses me off, but, so far, I've been able to tell her, truthfully, that I have not. But it's not easy. I say 'every night', but its only been three nights. Feels like a lifetime. Tonight she asked the same question, listened to my answer and, instead of her normal abrupt hanging-up, followed on with: "good, well maybe you need a little reward; come over here - right now," then she hung up.
Tonight she is back in her standard uniform of jeans, no shoes and a white button-down shirt. Elizabeth is also there - dressed exactly the same. Pretty weird, I think. Isn't it?
We get drinks and sit down, them facing me on one sofa and me on the other. I take a deep slug of my wine to calm my nerves.
"Jeremy has not ..." the jerking off motion "... since we last saw him," Meghan says to Elizabeth, who gives a little, concerned frown at hearing this awful news.
"Ah," says Elizabeth, "this is not good, no?"
I blush and say nothing. Meghan then says: "I said I was going to reward you and I am. Can you guess what your reward is?"
"Um, you're going to let me jerk off?"
"No, well yes ... the real reward is that Elizabeth is going to show you how to make love."
Holy shit. Of course my pecker leaped to attention although it was already pretty hard; Meghan has this effect on me.
"But before she does that I think it would be a good idea for you to sort of clear your mind so you can concentrate on the lesson. Not worry about the ending, if you get what I mean?"
I had no idea what she was talking about but said 'sure' just to appear less than stupid, which is how I normally feel when I'm around her.
"So, go ahead."
I looked at her quizzically. "Jerk off," she said. Oh fuck man, just like that? "Do it," she said, narrowing her eyes and giving me a pretty cold look. With both of them looking at me I unbuckled my belt, unzipped and pulled out my cock. It was still pretty hard but suffering a little bit from this rather unnerving experience. I started to jerk off, looking down at myself. "Look at me," she commanded. I did. "Don't come on my carpet," she said, matter-of-factly, "catch it in your hand." And I did, splattering the palm of my left hand with my semen as the two of them calmly watched. Elizabeth stood, went to one side and returned with a couple of tissues, which she silently handed to me. I wiped my hands and my cock and then wondered what to do with the tissues. Elizabeth held out her hand and I gave them to her. She walked into the kitchen, came back a few seconds later without them and sat down again alongside Meghan.
"Put your cock away," said Meghan. I managed to do so. "Now listen up. I am going to assume that you are completely devoid of any sense of how to make love to a woman. Whatever you have read or seen in movies is pretty much the wrong way to go about it. Understand?" I nodded, blushing as usual. "What you need to understand," she continued "is that there is what you accountants like to call a 'timing difference' which, in this context, means that men and woman take different amounts of time to reach a sexual climax. As you have just amply demonstrated, a man can go from nothing to sexual climax in seconds; a woman usually takes a lot longer. A lot longer. You got that?"
"Yes."
"So how do you reconcile the two times?" she asked - like this was some kind of graduate seminar.
