Chapter six.
On the job training
Sophie stayed in the taxi as I walked to the lift door. It sank down and I found myself directed to a holding room where a thin porridge was served for breakfast along with a watery juice.
After that I waited until a computer voice ordered me out of the opening door. I ended in the middle of about twenty prisoners as we shuffled along the corridor and into a line in a narrower corridor.
I knew that beyond the door at the end was the walkway with the expectant audience on one side with the tiered seats for us behind. The single guard had us wait till some new arrivals joined on the end.
He came down the line checking our identities and issuing new collars to the newcomers. Then it was time as we shuffled up to make the short solo walk across. There were no blinding lights this time and the bidders were ranked in front of me as I stopped in the centre to do my twirl.
I was bid up to a fair price by an older woman and the young one next to her. The looked alike enough to be mother and daughter. It was the mother who claimed me and signed the contract.
She looked to be mid to late thirties. She was wearing a white pleated skirt with the hem just above the knee, on top she wore a pale blue sweatshirt emblazoned with a large yellow logo advertising a gym.
Taking my leash she walked me out into the entrance hall and her waiting companion. My mind was conjuring with being a toy-boy for the pair of them, the younger was nice looking if I didn't compare her against my recent Mistresses.
She was wearing shorts that showed off her long shapely legs and rounded hips, she wore a running vest with the same logo with a sports bra under that. She had trainers on and stood about one seventy, one seventy five, matching the size of the other woman.
"Well, we're committed now," the younger one said as she looked me up and down, her eyes dwelling on my cock before dropping to my unshod feet.
"It'll work out," the older one said reassuringly.
As I wondered what the exchange was about the younger one turned and started walking towards the main door. The older one tugged my leash and followed after her. On the curb we waited in silence for a taxi, adding to the mystery of what fate had in store for me.
"Mum?" the younger one asked as we settled ourselves in the taxi.
"Mm," she answered.
"Have you decided on what to wear yet?"
"Yes, I'm going with the primrose dress."
"Oh good, so I can wear my blue one."
The silence descended as we travelled on. I caught the younger one glancing at me one or twice but I kept a neutral look on my face as my eyes slipped past her. We pulled up outside a sports shop and they led me inside.
"Marta," the oldish sales assistant respectfully greeted the older one.
"Denys," she responded, as she walked through to the back trailing me behind her.
At least I had a name now but I was still a bit puzzled as to what was happening. The back room was an office by the quick look around I had before she led me through another connecting door and up some stairs.
At the top of the stairs there was a large lounge, the soft pile of the carpet was welcomed by my feet as she paused and turned to me. My eyes scanned the room as she unclipped my leash.
Behind her I could see a pair of white leather couches separated by a low glass topped table. Around us the walls brightened to a cool white while the ceiling turned a pale powdery blue.
As she turned, leash in her hand, and walked toward the seats. I realised the younger one hadn't followed and hurried after her.
"Do you know how to percolate coffee?" she asked as she sat.
"Yes of course," I answered.
"There's one in the kitchen through there," she said indicating the bottom corner of the room. "I like mine strong with a dash of milk, no sugar."
I nodded, not wanting to start the 'Yes Mistress' stuff. I walked towards the corner trying to make out the outline of the door in the picture wall. I was beginning to panic as I closed in. To my relief it was automatic, as I got within sensor range it slid aside.
The kitchen had a rustic decor with all the panelling in a dark wood. I spotted the percolator and searched the cupboard for the cup and found the grounds in the freezer. It took me as long to assemble the bits as it did waiting for it to perk.
As there were saucers in the cupboard along with the cups I used one of them rather than search for a tray. She was busy on her pad when I returned and barely acknowledged my putting the coffee on the table in front of her.
I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do next. Did I stand hovering, waiting for the next order, or should I retire discreetly to one of the chairs over against the wall. I took the latter option, backing off and making my way to one of the plush dining chairs.
I heard someone coming up the stairs and wasn't surprised to see the younger one appear. "Mum," she said as she walked across.
"Yes Philly," she answered, looking up and over at her.
"Will these do for him? They're the smallest we've got," she asked, holding up a tiny pair of swimming briefs.
"Yes," she said. "Did the bow tie arrive?"
"Yes," she said pausing. "Do you want that now?"
"No, when he's got them on you can take him to Jim."
I stood as Philly resumed her walk across, taking the trunks from her then sitting to put them on. They were tight, at least a size to small and gave me a sight muffin top as well as outlining my cock like a second skin.
I caught Philly looking but she was too focused to notice. When she did look up there was a slight smile on her lips.
"Follow me," she said, turning to go.
She took me back through the office and through another door into a reception area. It was full of greenery but still gave you the feel of brightness and efficiency. The receptionist looked up wearing the same branded vest as Philly wore.
She took me through a set of automatic glass doors into a little lounge area with a small bar next to two sets of lifts. There were a few women sitting around, dressed in white towel dressing gowns, sipping from cups or working on their pads.
We went through another door and into a corridor, on the wall was a little sign that I didn't have time to read but I presumed that the arrows I saw were giving directions.
The first door I passed gave a clue to the place with its plaque bearing the legend 'Mud Baths'. We entered the one titled Massage. This was a much shorter corridor with a small waiting room inside and doors on either side looking down.
"Jim," she said loudly.
A head popped out the first door. "Philly," he said cheerfully." Then her saw me as well. "Ah, our sacrificial lamb."
The words pumped adrenaline into me. The anxiety returning as my heartbeat increased.
"I still don't like it," Philly said.
"I'm not laying hands on her, I'm a masseur not a sex machine."
"Well you'd better start training this one to take your place. Mrs Heath Robinson will be expecting her masseur when she arrives."
"His meat and two potatoes look big enough. He only needs to act the part," Jim said sounding confident, a grin on his face.
"Ha ha," Philly replied with a mock laugh.
"Here," he said looking at me, then looking back at her. "Who have I got to practice on?"
