Sheila picked up one of the cubes on her desk. She wiggled her eyes suggestively and let out the tell-tale, slightly too robotic giggle. I felt myself getting tired. Cumming felt different as Noelle. I came really hard when Lucas fucked me and then I came again when his dad fucked me in the broom closet. For some reason, I could still feel their cum mingling and leaking out of my pussy. I couldn't wait to send my mind back to Noelle's body.
I chuckled sheepishly and was about to accept the cube that Sheila offered when the door opened, and Seth walked into the Transfer Room. He looked flustered, and I noticed that he was having trouble making eye contact with me.
"That... that was very good," he said, putting his tablet down in front of himself as he sat across the small room from me. Sheila gave her giggle again, and Seth said, "Sheila, leave and come back in five minutes."
With that, Sheila got up and left the room, the door opening and closing soundlessly behind her. Once he was sure that Sheila had left, Seth turned around and faced me again.
"Listen, this is no secret, I just didn't want her here giggling all the time, if you wanted to think this over."
"Think what over?" I replied. Nothing about this job was making me want to quit so far.
"Well, I went to go see the Director of Escort Entertainment just now," he paused, "about you." My breath caught in my throat a little bit, he was a well-known man named Doug Rylance. He helped create the technology of the Transfer Rooms. "Mr. Rylance is interested in your potential for a new service that we are going to roll out next month."
He paused here, gauging my reaction. I cleared my throat and responded, "Well... okay. What is required of me exactly?"
"This is going to be a little more interactive... this is going to be a little more public too." Seth was blushing. I knew that he'd been watching both of my sessions before now, and I bit my lower lip when I thought about how it affected him so strongly.
He continued, "Umm... you are going to see some cloaked camera spheres in the room with you, only you'll be able to see them."
My cock twitched at that. He paused again, so I beckoned him on, and shifted on the Transfer bed. He added, "clients here... in this building... will be able to watch in private booths, and..."
My cock was getting rock hard now, why wouldn't he just come out with it! "And what!?" I said, probably a little too impatiently.
"And then, if they choose to pay more, they can then enter a Transfer Room and join you in the Escort Experience."
I thought for a second about all of this, "That means that... it would be me and a lot of guys in the Experience." I looked up at him to see him nod.
"It's still a new offer, it's being tested, so you will meet Mr. Rylance soon to discuss ways to improve it for the clients.. ...and for yourself, of course."
The door silently opened and Sheila came back inside, with the same placid smile draped over her lifelike features. She sat back down at her console and waited silently.
"Well... I accept," I said. I kept my hands folded in front of me, desperately trying to hide my thick erection. Seth let a brief smile escape before he wiped it away and replaced it with a professional nod.
"Very good! Mr. Rylance will be pleased," Seth threw out. He hit some points on his tablet to confirm everything. Then he stood up and walked over to Sheila and her console. "Sheila," he commanded, "you are relieved of the console, please take the observer's chair."
She stood up with that and they swished past each other next to my Transfer bed. Then, he lay the tablet down upright in a notch on the smooth table surface. The tablet illuminated briefly, as did parts of the table, and Seth began to work feverishly (albeit at a slower pace than Sheila) to set up the Experience.
"Okay, everything is set. Don't forget, we can get you out at any time. The Experience is practically ready for the public, so you shouldn't see too many flaws. If you get overwhelmed and need to leave, let us know and we'll do an Emergency Pull. You don't need to be ashamed of that." Seth finished, looking over at me. I nodded lamely.
Seth then walked up and retrieved a cup of tonic from its console in the corner of the room. He then walked it over and gave it to me.
"This is going to have a bit of a flavor to it." He then went on to say, "we needed to change the compound because of the more public nature of the Experience."
I nodded again and knocked it back. It tasted slightly rusty, which was a little unpleasant, but otherwise it was easy to swallow. The sensation of leaving the Transfer Room was now a lot faster. I felt my body being pulled intensely into the bed where I was laying, until finally I was released and I opened my eyes again.
It felt so good to be Noelle again. I looked around. I seemed to be alone, lying down inside of a small camping tent. I looked down at what I was wearing: a pair of tattered looking denim shorts, cut short enough that my pockets were showing. On top I wore a blue and grey flannel shirt. Otherwise, I didn't seem to be wearing panties, or a bra, and my hair was in nice, slightly messy, brown curls.
Suddenly, I realized, I didn't have instructions for what I was supposed to do. I heard a voice in my head, right after thinking it, instead of Sheila's though, it was Seth's.
"Well, in short scenario Experiences, we go into more detail. Given the public and open nature of this Experience, we rely on your instincts." Another pause, then, "you know what you're here to do."
At that line, I felt a wave of pleasure roll down to my toes. It made my pussy throb, and I could feel it getting a little moist. I stood up slowly, arching my back in the low ceiling. My hand reached for the zipper door and opened it. The light shone in and blinded me (wow, the sky is realistic!), and I timidly stepped barefoot outside.
I was on the shore of a lake. There were tall pine trees all over the camp ground, and dozens of tents like mine lay scattered around the shore. Sound could be heard coming from some of them, and, although I couldn't see anyone yet, I had the impression that lots of people were around.
I walked to the shoreline and stepped onto a long dock that stuck about fifty feet into the calm lake water. I walked to the end and peered around, still no one. Where was everyone?
No response from Seth though. I guess now it was all up to me! Thinking quickly about what to do, I reasoned that the best course of action would be to go in the water! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a softball sized sphere, it was so well-concealed that I don't think I would have seen it if I hadn't been looking for signs of life.
"That must be one of those secret, hidden cameras," I thought. It drifted idly closer to me, getting a full view of the entire surrounding for my viewing audience.
I slowly moved my hand up to the buttons on my flannel shirt. Undoing them one at a time, I let the shirt hang open, feeling the air hit my naked chest. I shrugged the shirt off of my shoulders and heard it softly hit the wooden planks of the dock. My hands briefly went to my breasts, feeling them, moving them up and down in my hands, cupping them lightly and then feeling my nipples.
I heard movement behind me, looking secretively behind me as I stood fondling myself, I saw that one man had left his tent and was now making his way to me, grinning broadly.
He looked like a Hollywood leading man. His tan body was covered with a nice amount of dark body hair, and his jaw line and muscle tone looked as though it were carved from marble. His abs were on full display, since he was only wearing shorts, and the beginnings of a nice bulge were taking shape.
I quickly turned back around and smiled to myself. My pussy was now getting quite wet, but I figured it was better to play coy. My hands darted down to my button, and, once it was open, then lowered my fly.
I heard his footsteps meet the dock and knew that I didn't have much more time before he got to me. I quickly pushed the shorts down my smooth legs, bending over at the waist to give him a little show.
Once I could tell that he was about ten feet away, I leaped off of the dock and dove into the dark, cool, lake below. Skinny dipping in the lake was incredible, and I loved feeling the cool water rushing between my thighs, and over and around my round tits. When I resurfaced, I turned around and saw him standing there waiting for me.
"Well, hello there!" I said as playfully as I could. I began to slowly swim over to the dock.
"Hi," he responded, smiling. His hand traveled quickly down to his bulge and he grabbed it once, strongly, right in front of me.
"That looks like quite a cock that you've been hiding," I said, returning his smile.
