Roberta smiled inwardly with self satisfaction. Mister Johansson's roughness had bordered on "rude" by House Standards, but it was allowable by the fact that the only other guest that could have been disturbed has been similarly occupied. And yet she had still performed properly and diligently. She had not even audibly gagged.
Gathering the silver serving tray, Roberta made a quiet escape back down the hallway and through the concealed panel back to the kitchen area. Placing the tray on a counter top, she used a nearby towel to tamp her lips and chin dry of what little saliva and cum had leaked from her mouth.
She examined herself in the wall mirror by the panel door and saw no traces on her uniform. She quickly ran a brush through her short red hair, understanding now why it would be kept short. If her hair had been longer it would have been mussed and she would have needed to take the time to fix it before returning to the floor.
Roberta felt the cuff on her right arm pulse alternatively tight and loose. She walked to the nearest wall screen and placed her finger into the activation cup. The screen came to life revealing Miss Spangler in her office. Miss Spangler had been assigned to mentor her through her first day as a full pupil.
"Ah, Miss Davis. Just wanted to remind you to take care of yourself and use the appropriate kit between services," Miss Spangler smiled. "You're likely to be particularly busy these first few weeks. The members have been waiting for you to take the apron off."
"Yes, Miss Spangler," Roberta returned the smile. "Thank you for reminding me."
The screen faded. One corner of the room had three small open stalls. Each stall had a small touchscreen. Roberta entered a code onto one and stepped forward, placing her feet on the circles that lit up on the stall's floor. There was a quiet hum as the stall scanned her. A panel slid open and a device slid forward at head level. The device looked like a very thin, flexible dildo on the end of an adjustable arm. The device stopped three to four inches from her mouth.
Roberta reached out and held the oral kit by the handle grip projecting from the the side. She pulled the device forward, guiding the last few inches into her mouth. She adjusted the arm slightly tipping her chin up. Roberta took a deep, calm breath and guided the thin phallus into her throat until her chin touched the base. The motion was smooth, but fairly quick.
Pressing the button on the grip, she felt the oral kit's phallus swell. Roberta felt a small volume of lukewarm liquid in her mouth and she knew that it was permeating out through the walls of the kit's phallus to coat her mouth and throat with a healing and lubricating fluid to a depth of ten inches. She knew from her training that the fluid would naturally follow gravity down to coat the rest of her esophagus as well.
She released the button and the phallus shrunk. She pulled it back out with a smooth motion and took a breath. There was a slightly sweet taste left in her mouth and she felt warm inside.
The House's alchemists had quickly formulated the correct elixirs for her body's chemistry and taken the few days necessary to properly adjust them to insure that she would always he in optimal health, optimally lubricated and slightly aroused. It was subtle. The arousal was not enough to be stressful, but enough - particularly when combined with the hypnotic conditioning - that she would enjoy just about any of the services requested of her.
As Roberta stepped from the stall, the kit retracted and disappeared behind a sliding panel.
For the next while she brought guests various morning beverages and snacks as they passed through on their way out. Several smiled at her on their way past. A few paused long enough to reach up under the hem of her uniform and appreciatively feel the supple flesh it concealed. A few made quiet, suggestively flattering comments.
"Thank you, Sir," she would reply with a warm smile.
"Miss Davis, would you come here please?" one guest finally requested.
He was a middle aged gentleman, perhaps late in his first century, with salt and pepper hair. He was standing by two other gentlemen about the same age, she estimated, in a small alcove secluded by tall plants. All three wore long casual robes.
Roberta approached them and curtsied.
"Yes, Sir?" She asked.
"If you would be so kind," he instructed, "as to bend over the arm of that lounger?"
"Of course, Sir," Roberta replied with an obedient, but warm, smile.
She approached the dark green velveted lounger from the side and bent forward, placing her hands on the arm for support. As she leaned forward, she felt the hem of her uniform rise past the top of her boots. She could feel the warm sunlight on her upper thighs.
Roberta kept her eyes forward. Through the plants she could see Miss Jefferson in another alcove waiting for her services to be requested.
A hand pulled her dress up the last few inches and threw it up over her back. The sunlight coming through the glass felt good on her exposed bottom.
The men behind her commented on the shape and quality of her bottom. Hands stroked and lightly grabbed the curves of her cheeks and thighs. She felt a finger part the moist lips of her pussy. Another hand pulled lightly at one her cheeks, spreading it just enough to expose her back gate. Then, for a moment, the hands were gone.
She heard fabric being adjusted and a gentleman's hand wrapped around the outside of her thigh. The head of rigid cock rubbed into the groove of her pussy.
"Miss Jefferson," She heard another of them summon, "would you be so kind as to bring us some black tea?"
Roberta's eyes were still straight ahead, as was appropriate unless instructed otherwise. He took his time sliding the full length of his cock into her, which was not in the least an unwelcome sensation. Roberta let her eyes shut half way and allowed herself to enjoy the thick cock slowly thrusting into her.
Her conditioning was having the designed effects. Roberta felt her pussy grow hot and wet almost immediately. She tried to focus on her breathing and control. She knew that was allowed to orgasm, she just wasn't allowed to lose control or make more than a minimum amount of noise.
Roberta felt his groin pressed against her cheeks as he bottomed out. The gentleman entering her commented in an unfamiliar language, she assumed to his companions, and began to fuck her with a torturously slow sensuality that Roberta had never experienced.
One of the other men sat in a nearby chair while the third sat down on the lounger in front of Roberta. With one hand, he reached out and cupped her chin gently. He locked her eyes with hers and smiled. Roberta's face was flush and she felt hot. The third gentleman kept smiling as his eyes wandered over her face. He brushed his hands up the side of her face and into her short, red hair.
Roberta bit her lip lightly, trying to control her breathing. The hand brushed back down the side of her face to her cheek and traced halfway to her lips. Roberta's lips parted invitingly. The third gentleman slid two fingers past her lips and onto her tongue. She wrapped her lips around his fingers and suckled.
The gentleman behind her began to pick up the pace. Every time he bottomed out in her now inflamed pussy, her body would lurch forward just an inch or two and the fingers in her mouth would be thrust in and out. Roberta quickly found herself wishing the third gentleman would use her mouth as the gentleman behind her used her pussy.
But it was not to be. Miss Jefferson returned with the requested tea and the third gentleman removed his fingers and turned his attention to the tea that was brought for them.
Roberta became aware that the gentleman thrusting into her from behind was approaching his finish. She would be left hanging. But, she reminded herself, her role here was simply to serve.
The two gentlemen sitting sipped their tea and watched her with brief comments back and forth in whatever language it was that they were using when she heard the gentleman behind her begin to gasp quietly. She bit her lip and took deep breaths as pumped cum into her. His orgasm stretched out for what seemed like forever. She felt his cum leaking down her thighs.
When he pulled out Roberta was only the briefest touch from her own orgasm. She heard him adjust his robes.
She heard his voice from behind her, "Thank you, Miss Davis. That was delightful."
Roberta attempted to control her voice as she replied, "Thank you, Sir."
But she had not been dismissed, so she held her position. Her body trembled in defiance of her will. She saw him sit down and pick up his tea, smiling with a satisfied sigh. Not another look or thought spent was on her. She had served his wishes and now his pleasure was slicking her thighs and dripping toward the top of her boots.
"Miss Jefferson," the third gentleman summoned.
"Yes, Sir," Miss Jefferson responded quickly.
"Clean Miss Davis," the third gentleman instructed, "so that I might take a ride myself."
"Yes, Sir," Miss Jefferson replied.
Roberta's eyes were still straight ahead, unavoidably looking at the third gentleman. The three gentlemen sipped their tea and ignored her. Roberta's body was aflame.
Miss Jefferson moved quickly to the kitchen and in only the briefest, most frustrating of eternities returned with a small steam tray. Out of the corner of her eye, Roberta saw her take a small hot towel from the tray. She felt the heat and moisture as Miss Jefferson slowly cleaned her thighs, careful to avoid touching her pussy with the towel. It felt wonderful and also helped ground Roberta, calming her lust to a small degree.
Miss Jefferson placed the used towel to the steam tray and knelt behind Roberta. She could feel her hands run up the inside of either thigh and Roberta prepared herself. She would be allowed to orgasm, but she had to maintain propriety and control.
