Chapter Two.
Happy to please you
She took me to a lounge, letting me walk naked into a room full of young women. With all eyes following me, she led me to an empty table half way across the room. There she had me sit on the floor next to a chair while she walked over to the coffee machine over on one wall.
Sandra brought Bernie in next, and left him kneeling next to one of the other chairs. By the time Rachel came back, Emily had brought Richie along as well. She gave me a cup and sat back with hers; looking reflective as she sipped it and gazed into mid-air.
I'd hoped to glean more information but all they had talked about was some soap serial they were following, with Rachel taking little interest. The men waited patiently, sitting or kneeling drinking their coffee while the ladies talked.
I felt no different after the half hour; on the walk back my cock was still limp and giving me an occasional twinge. At least the anaesthetic spray would cure that, but it would be at the cost of any pleasure on my part.
Monica was waiting for us when we got back and she instructed the rest of the men to sit back on their chairs while she directed me to stand back up on the table. She handed out more condoms and then gave Rachel one of the little aerosols.
"Now, if Rachel will get her man hard again, we'll start," she said, leading the little group over to where I stood.
Rachel put the can and condoms down between my feet and took my cock in her hand as she straightened up. She stroked the full length, reawakening the ache in my balls as they swung between my legs.
"Alright, that'll do," Monica, said, as soon as Rachel got me stiff. "Next time remember to spit, unless of course, the client likes it rough."
I saw Rachel's eyebrows raise a fraction, and her lips tighten slightly.
"When you apply the spray," she continued turning to look around the group, "Use it sparingly; a light coating is as effective as empting the entire can on it."
She turned back to Rachel, who had stooped to pick the can up. "Come on then!"
She stood and popped the cap off, dropping it back between my feet. Pinching my head between her finger and thumb, she bent my cock down. From behind her, I heard a soft exasperated sigh.
She sprayed from my pubes almost to her thumb, and then let it spring up again; reaching up she sprayed my head, then down the underside of my shaft until I felt the cold spray on my balls.
"Now, put the condom on," instructed Monica.
Rachel put the can down and picked up one of the packets, tearing it open. She fitted it expertly, while at the same time the cold feeling in my cock gave way to numbness, as the spray took effect.
"Good," Monica said, turning back to the group, "Now it's your turn."
As the group started to break up Monica stopped them. "Wait, you'll need these," she said, bending to pick up the box of aerosols from under the table.
As she handed them out she cautioned them, "Remember, use sparingly."
She put the box on the table, next to my foot, and then glanced up at me, before looking at Rachel.
"When they're ready we can start on techniques. We'll begin with stimulating his frenulum," she said.
"Yes Mistress," Rachel replied.
She left us standing there as she went off to observe the others. This time I heard Rachel sigh softly; looking at her, I could see traces of annoyance on her face. What it was about was none of my concern, as long as she didn't take it out on me.
The first demonstration was sucking my head while stroking the underside with her tongue. I didn't feel a thing, I could see her doing it, I could feel her hand on my thigh as she crouched and lent in but my mind thought my cock no longer existed.
She gave them a few minutes to practice that while she had a walk around observing and telling Carol to use her lips more before moving on to have Rachel masturbate me with her mouth, starting with a slow teasing pace up to a near frenetic tempo.
After a few more minutes and another stroll around, she stopped the class again. "Listen up. Those are the two basic moves. Add your own variations as you mix the two together. Experiment, but be careful if you use your teeth. I want you to practice for the next fifteen minutes, then they'll need another spray."
She paused to look over the group.
"After that we'll see how many of you can learn to deep throat. Right, any questions?"
The group was silent, though I could see a sliver of concern on one or two faces.
"Right, off you go then."
"Come on," Rachel said to me, turning to walk back to her seat.
She stopped to the side of the chair. "Sit down," she ordered, as I came to a halt in front of her.
I sat down and she pushed my legs apart to kneel between them. As she started, I hoped the spray would wear off sooner rather than later; this looked so good, yet I couldn't feel a thing.
I was still numb when the second dose was applied, missing out on her trying to deep throat me. Only Sara had any success, with the size of Dave's cock making the feat more manageable.
They were then given until dinner to practice, with Monica giving them permission to take the men back to the dorm if they wanted. Rachel took the option and led me quickly away, barely giving me time to pick up my shift before taking me upstairs and to the left.
About half way down the corridor, she stopped and waved her wrist over a reader, then stepped inside when the door opened. There was a fragrance in the air, a sweet flowery aroma; it reminded me of shower gel or shampoo.
It was a fairly small room; a single bed lined one side and a wardrobe half the other. It was tidy, no shoes or clothes lying around, the desk under the window having only the keyboard and screen on it. The bed had a bright flowery cover that seemed out of place compared to the plain cream décor.
She went and sat down on the bed with a groan. Looking up at me, she pointed to the chair. "You can sit there." Then she picked her pad from the side table and lay back. She then rolled onto her tummy, feet dangling off the bed.
I sat on the chair, mildly disappointed that the window had frosted glass, and swivelled to idly examine the room. There was a door the other side of the wardrobe that I missed with my first glance, probably the toilet and shower.
The walls were bare, not even a poster of rules and regulations, the incongruous bedspread the only personal expression. I could hear her fingers tapping the screen then a little giggle and more tapping.
