Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 16:59:52 +0100
From: Tantala Ray <tanrayb@hotmail.com>
Subject: Anne working Overtime 8

AWO08. -  Teambuilding
tanrayb@hotmail.com

   Lazy breakers drove a monotonous rush up the cliffs from Kamachooga Bay.
To Anne it was kind of a symbolic sound at a symbolic place. That place... the
very outdoor restaurant where she and Jean got down to real business just a
few weeks ago.
   The evening was warm and quiet, and the setting sun started to paint the
light feather clouds in the horizon in a deep read colour. A romantic and
beautiful background for a very important talk with two of the most
extraordinary ladies in her new life; Jean and Carol.
   She knew that this was a special evening for several reasons. First and
foremost because the two ladies clearly considered themselves managers, and
as such didn't get too much involved with the students that went through the
training program. At least not with the daily progress. Alas, there had to
be a good reason for them to sit down with her like this!
   And then she knew -- from several remarks made by both of them -- that they
had special plans. Special plans for her. Not like for the other girls. For
her only! She didn't know what it was all about, although she had a few
hunches. But right here and right now, the important thing was that she felt
special. She was special. A chosen one. And hopefully not only because of
her special skills. She in fact felt quite strongly that it also had to do
with her own personality, her positive thinking, frank submissiveness,
genuine passion, ability to love and worship... Simply put, her way of doing
things and getting along.
   They chatted lightly over huge marguerites. Even this beautiful evening
theirs were one of just a few occupied tables at the huge terrace
overlooking the bay.
   As usual the two ladies were perfectly dressed in elegant business suits.
Jean wore a vest and a dark grey tie under her jacket. Carol was a little
more casual with a dark brown top and a deep red scarf with her jacket.
Anne, for the occasion, wore a light almost white summer jacket, yellow tee-
shirt, and stonewashed jeans. A sharp contrast to the other two, but quite
according to what they had asked -- or rather expected.
   Carol sat more or less opposite of her with her legs crossed. The edge of
her skirt had crept half way up her silky thighs. Anne knew this was
business, and tried not to be affected by the breathtaking view. But of
course, that was completely impossible. Just the feeling of the lady's
presence was enough to get her going. Well... any one of them, for that
matter!

   Jean put her drink down and knowingly smiled at Anne.
   "I can see you appreciate the choice of location. As always I'm able to
read your mind like an open book!"
   She laughed as she raised a gloved hand to call on the waiter for
refills, then explained her remark to Carol.
   The two ladies soon got serious again, and Anne felt their eyes glow at
her as her mistress got to the point.
   "Now, I thought I should tell you a little more about the future plans
for the business we're running," Jean started.  "And what that will mean for
your -- and our -- situation.
   At the moment business is going quite well, and I'll be fairly busy
considering the different alternatives for expansion. Quite careful
expansion! You know; what kind, how, where, and so on. So, even though I'd
love to, I'll have less time to personally follow your training and
development. Carol will be more available, but I'll need her assistance too
- at least for periods of time.
   All this will require some special arrangements for you. We need to
continue our attempts of implementing your special skills into the
established group of service girls. And we need to continue developing and
subsequently establish you as one of the top ranking expert in our staff."
   Anne reassured them that she was more than willing to do what was
necessary to see things through the best way. She was just unsure about how.
Come to think of it, she had still not met any of the operating service
girls in Jean's staff. Jennifer from the infamous sit- in lecture was also
still in training, like herself.
   "Yes," Jean responded to her question, "I know you haven't really met any
of them yet. I simply wanted to introduce you and a few of the other
trainees in a proper way. Like a meeting somewhere, where we could get more
acquainted in a way that makes it easy for everybody. That's a new idea of
mine. The first girls got to meet each other more or less by chance during
training and later on field trips. That's not the right way to do it,
though, and this is one of the things I'd like to improve on a bit. I'm
thinking more in the terms of some kind of established teambuilding session.
Of course with our own special twist!
   So, I -- we - wanted to let you know that you can look forward to a great
introduction party up at the institute! Deb is already on the preparations.
And you'll be the guest of honour!"
   With a horny heat that almost felt like a physical pressure against her
body, their eyes continued to glow at her.
   "And as the guest of honour, which date would be appropriate to you?!?"
   Anne was a little bit stunned, indeed. But still her emotions were mixed.
   Being the guest of honour was great, obviously. But as Jean's words
started to sink in, she realised that she was actually saying that she
wouldn't have as much time to spend with her as before. Less time... and
less interest?!
   She wondered. Could she have gotten too intimate with Carol? Was she
getting involved in the positioning games between the two ladies without
really being aware of it?
   Or did Jean look at her as someone who was already well integrated into
her group, and now she could go out there and continue hunting for other
heads? Literarily?!?
   That was a notion she definitely didn't like at all. But somehow she felt
that it couldn't really be that bad. Jean and Carol obviously had other
things to do, no doubt about it. They were after all managing a blooming
business together. So it could be just a practical arrangement of things.
Clearly. But still...
   "Oh... I don't know, really... Well, Friday... Friday would be fine!"
   "Great! I'm so glad! We both are available Friday, and so is the group.
In fact it was one among a fairly limited number of days possible."
   The setting sun now painted a deep red colour all over the hazy horizon
with its scattered feather- like clouds. The three women admired the
beautiful view as they chatted lightly over their drinks. Anne had sunk deep
down in her reflections on positive thinking, self- confidence, and being
special. So deep she almost jumped as she noticed the focus returning back
on her.
   "One more important thing: we -- or should I say I -- have temporarily
stopped the search for new potential service girls to our staff. We've
discussed this point very carefully, and found that we really needed to work
on your skills with the rest of the group before we continue. We never
wanted to be just good. We want to be the best! And you can help make that
happen.
   If it's Okay with you, I would be very happy to somehow be able to
announce this on the introduction party."
   The two ladies again grinned at her obvious trepidation.
   "Not that you'll be facing a cheering crowd of fans or anything like
that! I'll just try to bring the message home during that evening, one way
or the other. You know... Clearly we've already seen how the skills of our
girls are decisive factors of success. When they really excel, and
eventually even exceed expectations, then the marketing job is done simply
by the word on the street! Or -- more precisely -- the rumours between our
influential clients.
   So, my dear, it seems like you're in for a lot of overtime!"

   Once again Anne's feelings were a total mess. Her mood shifted from rage
over being abandoned due to her ladies busy schedules all the way over to
being overjoyed for her position as the most special girl on their staff.
And sometimes the sheer joy of knowing that they were really real! Like...
real ladies... mature, gracious, and horny, wanting real, devoted pleasure
from young, lustful girls like her. Wanting it in fact from her. What more
could she ever wish for? A few weeks back she'd still refuse to believe that
this world existed!!
   But everything was changed now... also in other ways. She was deeply in
love with Jean, and she felt a very strong attraction and affection for
Carol as well. And Pam. And Mary. All of them, actually! Their wonderful hot
bodies, their fresh and free natures, their self- confident sexuality,
unrestricted passion and shameless quest for pleasure. But Jean was the
first; the pioneer... the eye- opener... the pathfinder. The one to take her to
the mountain top and let her see the promised land!!!! Oh yes. Martin's
words were definitely appropriate. It was nothing but good... Nothing but
great. Nothing could be wrong about loving women like Jean! Nothing!
   And she had said that she had stopped her search for new talents. Clearly
not because of her personality, but still, at least, she was the one
directly affecting that decision. Could it be possible to use the position
this gave her to win the lady's heart for good? How should she then deal
with Carol in the future? If she should try to think a little bit
strategically - for once?!?
   It was becoming more and more clear to her that she couldn't stand the
thought of being just another of the service girls. She wanted to be special
among the special. To Jean. And Carol?!
   Was that possible? Could she expect Jean to finally choose her if she
obviously harboured similar feelings to Carol? Even if those feelings were
more primitive passion and glowing desire than real burning love?
   And how about the obvious rivalry between them? They were very good at
hiding it to others, but Anne had sensed it almost immediately. And every
day it was even more clear to her. Officially good friends and associates,
but under the surface a weird kind of a power- struggle, or whatever you
would call it. Exactly how much, she still didn't know. Of course she hoped
she was wrong, and that it was just some kind of a feeling generated simply
by the awesome impression they made.
   But there definitely was something... that was for sure.

   Once again she thought over what she actually knew about their
relationship. She let her mind rumble through the impressions and dialogues
she had with Carol the other day when they spent the evening together at the
institute. It wasn't easy since her senses were totally drugged by the
powerful femininity of the lady's body. But with some concentration she
could recall at least some of the things they had been chatting about.
   Carol lay spent and motionless all over the couch with Anne worshipfully
on her haunches at her feet.
   What time it was she didn't know. But it must have been like 2 or 3 in
the morning. A wonderful, early morning with a hazy atmosphere of exhausted
afterglow, warm compassion, and joyful satisfaction. Even with the intense
itching in her own overheated pussy.
   She felt Carol start to drift off to sleep as she tenderly stroked her
thighs and calves with loving fingertips and soft, sensitive lips. The
greedy, predator- like pussy lips up there happily closed and relaxed,
satisfied from loving tongue treatment -- for now.
   Anne didn't feel tired at all. She was already looking intensely forward
for the moment when those lips were ready to part once again around her
tongue, to welcome her back in where she belonged, to kiss her own lips in
the passionate embrace that created the magic unity that she had so learned
to love and strive for.
   She almost jumped when she heard Carols voice from above, clear and soft
at the same time;
   "Anne dear, did Jean find you in school? Down at Greer?"
   "Er... yes..., yes, she did..."
   "I thought so. What did she actually tell you about me? I mean -- before
we met. You and me."
   Anne's heart started pounding again. She immediately recalled the fact
that Jean hadn't mentioned her with a single word until they met in her
office the day of the sit- in lecture. What should she say? What was the
right thing to say?!?
   "Well..." Anne desperately tried to think of a way out. "She actually
didn't say much..." She kept on kissing a lazily stretched ankle. "I... I don't
know..."
   "You mean, she didn't mention me at all?!?"
   Carol raised her head to look down at her in disbelief. Anne
instinctively tried to hide behind her knee.
What could she tell her?
   A long, unbearable moment of silence...
   Then Carol let her head fall back again as she sighed.
   "Be a darling and get me a blanket, will you?"
   Anne jumped to her feet, more than happy to be released from the cold
grip of interrogation. In no time she stood over her with a huge, soft one
from the machine accessory cupboard.
   "Now get down here, and cover us up! And give me a big, big kiss!!

   Again Anne's heart pounded in her chest. Only this time from fear for her
life more than anything else.
   Sure enough, she was nervous about this team building session with the
other service girls, but racing with Jean along Altona Beach on their way up
to Mayo certainly wasn't for people with bad nerves! Anne thought her lady
was driving wilder than some of the most childish boys she knew back in
school.
   What if the cops finally got her? Did she ever think about that?
   The dust cloud accompanying Jean's car as she roared up in front of the
institute was already widely known as one of her hallmarks.
   Anne was glad to get out alive this time too, and had completely
forgotten her other concerns as they entered the familiar building.
   "Time for some serious teambuilding" Jean smiled as they strode into her
office for a cup of coffee.
   They were still early. They could hear the distant music from Pam's last
aerobic hour from one of the studios.
   Deb came in with fresh coffee and cookies for them as they sat down to
discuss the details of the evening's party.
   Anne had eventually managed to relax a bit. But when she all of a sudden
got aware of a minivan moving up in front of the entrance, she felt the
familiar tickling in the stomach again.  Finally she was going to meet the
other service girls. The real field operators!
   Through the blinds she could see the young lovelies stepping out one by
one, and filing into the building in the direction of the reception room
facing the back yard.
   Strange how young they looked! Mentally, she had pictured these girls to
be more experienced and consequently... bigger... older... somehow. Imagine;
some of them already had almost a year of field experience on their butt!
   Suddenly she felt totally lost again. Lost in space! How could she be
special when she hadn't even seen a single client yet? Hadn't done anything
but training and preparation? And some of them were surely even younger than
her... - and far more beautiful!! Almost like Barbie dolls.
   She could hear them chatter and giggle down the hallway... Just like that!
Like they should be having biology class.
   She suddenly managed to grasp the significance of Jean's training... far
beyond the question of technique. Attitude and self- confidence definitely
was an ultimate key -- like she had always said. And this was the clearest
evidence Anne had seen so far. This chatter, this confident and trustful
mood, the obvious friendship and mutual respect they felt to each other.
"How can you be a good service girl if you're not able to think positively?"
Jean had stated. And it wasn't just a phrase - definitely not! From her own
reluctant steps into this fabulous world, she perfectly well knew what it
took to be confident.
   Jean had stopped talking, and Anne could feel her looking at her. She
turned to meet her smiling eyes.
   "See?!"
   Anne just nodded.
   Damn! Every time she felt she started to get on top of things, she was
reduced to a helpless kitten again. And this time it felt real bad! Right
here and now. She was supposed to teach them something?!? Eventually...
   How on earth was she even going to be able to confront them? To face
them? Meet their gaze? All of them together?
   She felt the sweat break out all over her body, and her hands started
trembling lightly. She jumped as she felt Jean's warm, calm hands over hers,
and again turned to meet her intense, grey- green eyes.
   "I know this feels like kind of an awkward moment," she smiled at her,
speaking with a completely relaxed and reassuring voice. "This time you're
not going to meet just experienced and confident ladies, but service girls
quite like yourself.
   But let me just assure you that it will be OK! You'll be surprised how
relaxed the atmosphere will be. And I should know; I created it! And
besides, I wasn't able to collect more than about eight girls for this
evening, so it isn't like you're facing half of the local community!"
   She chuckled lightly before she continued.
   "These girls are as busy as everybody else. They have jobs, studies or
friends to handle. And some of them are on service, of course.  This evening
I ended up having four of the girls out. One of them is even doing a full
day sit- in service at a medical research institution in Pescada!"
   She took a sip of her coffee. Even through her calm smile Anne could
recognize this familiar uneasiness about her that betrayed her rising heat.
   That helped her relax a little. Obviously, her lady expected nothing but
sweet pleasure from tonight's event. Then why shouldn't she expect exactly
the same thing?

   Carol hadn't talked much more about her relationship to Jean after their
exhausting night together.
   The next time they had had a chance to be alone, she had chosen to focus
on her personal development. Her approach to the challenges of life in
general, and especially her new ways in the area of sex. Anne felt it was
because she needed time to think about how to deal with the things she had
learned so far from their intimate moments together.
   The lady told her how the desire for other women's touch had been with
her for as long as she could remember, and she had had several flings with
girls throughout the years, even after she got married.
   But she freely admitted that it was Jean's ideas that set the things
right for her; that made her understand what she really craved.
   Because lesbian or straight actually wasn't the important thing. No no!
Getting head was what it was all about! -- And getting it good!! A patient
and skilled tongue working her pussy for hours at end. Whenever she felt the
need... whenever she got horny.
   And that turned out to be pretty often!
   As their service girls got more and more skilled and devoted, she and
Jean had discovered what continuous stimulation and repeated orgasms could
do to your body over time. If it was the general hormone level or purely a
mental thing, they didn't know. But the fact was that the more and the more
thunderous orgasms they had, the more their body craved. And now they were
more or less addicted! She had lost count of how many times she had fallen
asleep somewhere som early morning with a young girl between her legs; -
totally exhausted after a full evening and night of continuous oral service
and an unknown number of intense orgasms.
   In the worst periods, they'd had to pick up again the next morning and
continue up until noon time before she finally felt satisfied... at least for
the next few hours.
   Jean had had exactly the same experience, and they got quite close in
their common enjoyment of the skills of their young students. And their own
desires.
   Carol really had had the impression that their previous rivalry now was a
thing of the past. That was until Anne came into the picture. It was clear
to her that Jean had plans for the girl. Plans beyond what they had
discussed down at Kamachooga. And consequently beyond what she had wanted to
tell her as well.
   What exactly was she planning?

   "Cheers!"
   A unison reply met Jean as she lifted her glass. Smiling she swept down
her remaining champagne. She then put the glass down and got up to face the
light- headed group.
   "OK ladies and girls! Welcome to all of you. And a special welcome to
Anne, Laura, and little Liz - the three latest students entering our special
training program.
   Also, a warm welcome to our specially invited guests this evening: Ms.
Mary Roberts, Ms. Clare Wilder and Ms. Veronica Chambers."
   Scattered clapping followed by some slightly nervous giggling. The
introduced ladies joined in with broad, glamorous smiles.
   "I hope all of you liked our idea for the theme of the party. Although
everybody perfectly well know what our position in ordinary service is, I
thought a roman slave theme could be fun and exciting for the evening.
   As you see the service girls have these costumes created as a part of our
client fantasy choices.  What's new is that we now even have lady outfits in
a matching style. And Deb here has used her excellent creativity all
afternoon to create - or should I rather say recreate - this exciting set
with classical roman chairs and tables.
   So, anyone of you ladies who would like to play along; please follow Deb
to the wardrobe, and she will help you change your clothes and dress you up
in the costumes."
   Jean was delighted to see all the ladies jumping to their feet and
following Deb out. Pam and Carol were already dressed in their costumes, and
remained half lying back in their chairs. The girls sat in a spacious circle
in the middle of the floor, each with their glass of champagne.
   They had all been chatting lightly already for a while, and almost all
the guests had had several glasses, so the mood was rising rapidly. And so
was the sensual tension.
   Jean found she had been a little bit too pessimistic, almost as usual
these days. She was a cautious person and liked to be well prepared with all
the things she pulled off. Although she had assured Anne on several
occasions, she had thought it would be kind of a challenge to create a
suitable atmosphere - at least for the early part of the evening. But she
immediately recognized there had been no reason to worry about that. Keen
hunger was what she could read in everybody's eyes, and that was definitely
not just for the fried chicken and fruit arrangement that Deb and Pamela had
prepared as part of the set!
   It was amazing! The first sessions she had organised did come out a
little bit slow from the start. But when the people started to know each
other better, especially the part on the different sexual preferences, the
hesitation evaporated, and everything was just fantastic! And now she felt
confident about this evening as well.  The idea about a theme for the party
-- which actually came from Pam - was a thing that helped relaxing things
even more.
   The ladies filed back into the room in their exciting costumes, each one
looking better than the other, smiling even more glamorously at their
cheering and whistling young admirers. Although it must have felt at least a
little strange to show off in the boarded toga- like white coats, none of
them showed any sign of discomfort or uncertainty as they with gracious
steps moved up in front of them. When Jean gallantly waved for them to sit
down, they found their places on the chairs with the natural authority that
just came with the role they were playing.
   It was clear to Anne that all the ladies, also those she hadn't seen
before, knew this game very well. They relaxed and lifted their glasses
lazily at the girl who went between them with an extraordinary genuine
looking amphora of red wine.
   The girls stayed with the champagne. And as a distinct difference from
those ancient Mediterranean days, they were served by a young doll with a
huge three- litre bottle as well.
   "Now girls," Jean clapped her hands in her half- laying position, "I
invite you to enjoy the party! I'd like to take the opportunity to thank
Debbie and Pamela for their wonderful decorations, and for the drinks and
the nice smelling food. And now I encourage all of you to have fun and
really dig in! Each in her own way!!"
   New giggling. Again even the gracious ladies joined in as an appreciation
of Jean's invitation.
   It didn't take long until the edges of those white, bordered coats had
slipped more or less all the way up voluptuous lady thighs, and the girls
had a free view to glistening, horny pussy lips in the shadows underneath.
   Lazy legs were stretched graciously down to be welcomed by soft,
worshipping young lips eager to show what they could do to a gorgeous,
imperial mistress.
   The heat was already like a deep vibrating tone in the room.
   As the slave girl's lips, tongues, and hands moved upwards and grew more
persistent, rounded soft thighs gradually opened more and more. Neatly
trimmed bushes or sleekly shaved pubic bones were teasingly bared. Soaking
wet pussy lips slipped apart in glowing anticipation. Unbearably slow red
lips kissed their way upward, drawn by the sheer beauty of pure and genuine
desire, and the hunger for mind- melting pleasure.
   Jean had been burning hot already from the early afternoon, and felt the
hormones cavorting throughout her body at the luscious sight around her.
These parties were some of the most exciting things she could do. She felt
her belly get weak from excitement as she watched Carol's expression when
she opened her legs graciously to welcome the eager tongue of a sweet thing
called Julia. Her companion gasped breathlessly and let herself sink back in
the chair with heavy eyelids as the tongue snaked its way into the depths of
her love channel.
   Again......  A sweet, young tongue where it belonged!
   Most of all Jean would have preferred to have Anne at her knees in front
of her even on this occasion, of course. But she knew perfectly well that
that would establish a definite impression of favouritism that she didn't
want... at least not yet. She had to remind herself that there would be
plenty of possibilities to enjoy the fantastic skills of that amazing girl.
Any time... anywhere...
   She was so horny and impatient that her legs were widely spread in front
of the flushed face of Doreen, one of the girls who just started her field
operation. The girl had full access, and sensing her mistress' readiness and
impatience to be served, swiftly got her head down into her crotch. The nose
split her tiny bush, lips sealed themselves on lips, and then tongue sneaked
in between lips! Jean too had to let out a trembling moan as the tongue
moved almost directly to the right spots. Exactly what she was trained so
carefully for! Soft hands came up to grasp her thighs and hips, pulling her
gently into a loving hug that would let the tongue do it's magic with
maximum effect.
   Mouth heat again spread rapidly from a burning knot somewhere under her
urethra and throughout her body all the way out into her fingertips. As she
relaxed completely and closed her eyes, the sound of slopping tongue
activity and strained moans from all around her filled her senses like som
magic pleasure drug.
   As the hormone flow rushed up and down her spine in escalating waves that
nearly stocked the breath in her throat, she lolled in the ecstatic
feelings, the whole magic experience of this incredibly erotic bliss.
   No matter how many times she experienced it, no matter what
circumstances, it always was the same thrill. And now matter what setting,
what context, where.... or with whom! Well... almost, at least!
   Roman slave girls, physiology class, torture dungeon, boss- secretary
games, back seat drivers... whatever!
   It all gave the same charge, the same passion. The same feeling of power
and supremacy that really got her going... every time. Only now she had still
one crazier element to add to the experience... Anne!
   She gasped again as the tongue started flicking her clit steadily from
side to side, and soft girlish hands came up from under her thighs to start
worshipping her nipples with gentle fingertips. As she absorbed the new
increased level of stimulation, she eventually managed to raise her head to
look for her favourite young trainee.
   She recognised her crouched posture between the spread thighs of Ms.
Wilder, her old friend from all the way back at the college of education.  A
new moan escaped her as she saw the expression on the woman's face. Man, did
she get the service of her life! Even though Anne probably hadn't even
started her deep tongue trusts yet, the lady's hips were working heavily
against her face. And one hand already had a solid grip on the back of the
girl's head, persistently messing up her already untidy hairstyle.
   The horny view made Jean shiver, and she felt a gush of her juices flush
into the hungry mouth of her own dear, hard working little one. A joyous
moan came from down there as the girl gingerly consumed this elixir of
pleasure in between muffled moans, focusing her efforts on a steady and
regular titillation of the pulsing clit. She knew she did well, and that a
firm and predictable stimulation -- still with some small playful variations
-- was what would bring guaranteed results in a matter of minutes! The first
of a long chain of explosions that would make this another memorable night
of wonderful pleasure and joy.
   To Anne the world around her was non- existent. Her new lady, Ms.
Whateverhernamewas, was as succulent and wonderful as any woman Jean would
bring along for her, and she was up to her ears in her devotion to bringing
her the ultimate pleasure... and bringing it good!
   She had started off with the usual technique of drawing her tongue up an
down the length of the gaping slit, before diving in to focus her
stimulation on the urethra and the base of the clit. The woman's response
was swift and powerful, and in no time she had her hips and belly working on
a level of twitching and shuddering that she had hardly seen before. Her
full tits wiggled deliciously under the white toga, and Anne longed to get
her hands on them to increase her lady's -- and her own -- pleasure. But for
now, she had to concentrate on holding those bucking hips in position for
her hard working lips and tongue, and leave the finer details for later.
   The woman had a way of observing her skilful activities carefully with
glowing eyes. As she did, her facial expressions changed according to the
waves of pleasure flashing back and forth through her belly. Anne couldn't
help peering up at that face in fascination, and then to try out how
different tongue stunts affected that expression and the way the lips
twisted and writhed. As she went on to a firm stimulation of the root of the
clit the next few minutes, the face and hips seemed to take over all of the
lady's bodily functions. Small squirts of pussy juice splattered the back of
her throat as a response to a particularly strong wave of stimulation. And
when she made the first few of her special deep tongue penetrations, she was
nearly lifted totally off the chair.
   She trembled uncontrollably, the other hand came down behind her head to
yank her mouth hard down onto her pubic bone as well, and her breath stocked
completely as she slowly pushed her head back and shot her cheek into the
air, displaying all the strained blood veins and tendons in her neck.
   A final, long gasp...
   Then a mind- blasting explosion!
   A long, throaty howl; and wild trashing! Hands grasping and pulling
mercilessly on full locks of dark hair. The wild start of a totally wild
evening!
   All of the ladies had either already tried, or heard about Anne's special
talents. So last few minutes all of them had kept at least half an eye on
Ms. Wilder in order to find out for themselves, or out of pure curiosity.
And all of them were hoping for an oportunity to enjoy the girl's gifted
talents at least once during the evening, as Jean had more or less promised
already.
   Ms. Wilder's very vocal and visual confirmation of their expectations was
a trigger to tip several of the other mistresses over the edge as well. The
room filled with heated cries, bucking bodies, and whimpers of pain and
excitement as the first wave of hair- tearing orgasms impacted.
   To her surprise Jean could see Carol cry out wildly and blow her first
load into the insatiable throat of her slave girl along with the first wave
of ecstasy. Jean had gotten used to her friend being quite enduring, so she
had expected her to need a couple of more minutes for optimal pleasure, like
herself.
   But a lot of things had changed when Anne came along. Clearly! She
affected everybody... One way or the other!  And her hallmark was her ability
to break down all resistance before her victim even knew what hit her! Jean
used to think it was because of her special oral talents only, but she now
had a growing feeling that there clearly was something else too... something
more. Something about that entire personality. She still couldn't figure out
exactly what, but she already knew that this something held a key to success
that was at least as important as the technical skills. Maybe even more...
   Carol had been observing Anne and Ms. Wilder too. And that did it... even
for her! Even now!! Her slave girl Julia was good... one of the best, in
fact. She had more than half a year of field experience with the most
influential and demanding clients. But still she wasn't Anne. And she hadn't
even met the girl in order to start learning her special technique still.
   Carol twitched and bucked around on her chair, and Julia stayed with her
with all her excellent skills. The knowledge that that lovely girl this very
moment had a torrent of juices and piss spraying her mouth was enough to
build the melting sensation of an emerging climax in her own belly too.
   There was actually no reason to hold back, so Jean got a firm grip of her
own slave girl's head and relaxed completely as she let herself drift gently
up towards the peak. The trick was to relax your hips and breathe normally.
And then just let it happen! And let it hit you like a bolt of lightning!!
   Those orgasms always were the most intense ones. And when her slave girl
had experience enough to stay in position and keep her tongue exactly at the
right spot when she lost control of her hips, and then all the way through
the shuddering ecstasy, that's when you know what life is all about!!
   Surely young Doreen had just started her field operation, but she had
been in intensive training for months before that. So she should have all
the skills required.
   And she did!
   Jean experienced an orgasm so violent that she had sparks raining all
over her inner vision! A cracking firework making the millennium look... like
a candlelight evening! So intense, exhilarating and draining as she never
thought she could get it from anybody but her own, beloved Anne. And still,
mixed with the wild waves of ecstasy - somewhere far back in her mind - was
this feeling that it in fact was given by her favourite darling; no matter
who in fact sucked the orgasm out of her squirting pussy. Some strange way...
something about the way she was thinking of her.
   Doreen was extremely encouraged by Jean's eruptive response to her oral
efforts, and hung on for all she was worth to make sure her lady would stay
in her ecstatic paradise as long as humanly possible. No effort, no pain, no
exertion would be powerful enough to divert her from the task that life was
all about! About giving unlimited pleasure and satisfaction to a lady like
Jean Alden!
   And that was exactly what got Jean going too. Beyond anything else...
Sensing this total devotion, the all- consuming commitment to the task of
providing that kind of pleasure. This ultimate feeling that let her give
herself completely over to ecstasy, just throw her head back, scream her
heart out, and literarily flood the hungry slave girl mouth in blissful joy.
Live with the spasms ripping through her body. Melt into the mouth glued to
her pleasure source.
   And then it was the additional spark created by this strange thing about
Anne's personality. Even now, when she was with somebody else! This love,
this admiration, this strange something - whatever it was - that made this
girl unique. And made her pleasures complete.
   Which actually made the pleasure complete to all the ladies that had been
with her.
   Jean let her hips live their own life in the rigid grip of Doreen's firm
hands, and dance their way through the peak and on into the numbing
relaxation phase. She hadn't had a go for two days, so she knew she would
need just a short recovery period to be ready for the next scene, whatever
her clever assistants had been thinking of.
   Teambuilding was a marvellous thing!

   It took another couple of minutes before all the ladies had been through
their first orgasm of the evening.
   As they lay panting and gasping all over their chairs -- still with their
service- girls head resting between their thighs - another girl with a cruel
looking iron neck- collar went around between them with the amphora of read
wine.
   With shaky hands they lifted their glasses for refilling as those
incredibly worshipping tongues nursed their pussies through the sensitive
process of recovery with exceptionally fine tuned levels of titillation.
   Jean took her time and fully enjoyed the exquisite wine -- like always -
as she let her body recover. Doreen's expert tongue kept up a gentle massage
of the length of her slit. Sweeping flatly up and down with exactly the
right push, and exactly the right distance from her oversensitive clit. Like
she had learned so well... and knew so perfectly.
   The service girls didn't have their glasses refilled. Three glasses of
champagne should get to them quite well, and anything more would affect
their concentration and precision for the later parts of the evening.
   And that, of course, was something that simply couldn't be!
   Deb and one of the youngest girls brought in several new trays of fresh
fruit. Grapes, oranges, strawberries and melons. And orange juice to enjoy
after the wine. And from the hallway a smell of another bout of fried
chicken legs seeped into the room, bringing a surprisingly convincing
contribution to the ancient roman atmosphere the staff had strived to
create.
   Pam presented the refreshments as an intermediate relaxation course, and
used the opportunity to announce an exciting performance for the next break.
Then she once again encouraged everybody to enjoy the service.
   The ladies relaxed, enjoyed the refreshments, and chatted lightly with
each other. But it didn't take long until their impatient service girl had
them breathing and trembling again. With well- trained expertise they
searched for - and one by one found - the right moment when their ladies
were over the soreness and sensitivity after their first service, and ready
to take on the stimulation necessary to bring them back up in full heat
again.
    The young devotees had their own pussies tingling and dripping with
pleasure, of course. And as they had learned so carefully all from the
start, the way to get their own release was through the ecstasy of their
mistresses. The more all- consuming the orgasm of their lady, the more
satisfying the mental one that their own body would experience. Jean's rule
number one!
   And there was nothing like rule number two either! To dig into a wet and
horny pussy! And not just any pussy!! The pussy of a lady who knew what she
wanted. What she craved. What she needed. And how she wanted it! A woman who
knew what a first class service should be like. Who knew exactly what she
should expect. A lady completely trimmed with the tunes of her service
girl's scales. A kind of a higher unity in perfect coordination. A perfect
match. A perfect duet. Jean, at some point, had found it useful to compare
it all with some conservative kind of table manners. Like a guest and a
waiter knew the rules and the standards of their roles, so would a lady and
her available service girl know. Just like the most natural thing. At least
in the wonderful world that Jean had created.

   To the other ladies, this was a party similar to many others they had
attended lately; wonderful, superb and utterly satisfying. Even Carol
enjoyed the services just the way she had learned to treasure and enjoy it.
   Only Jean felt that this evening indeed was special. It was this strong
feeling - this fuckin' feeling of being on the brink of something new and
revolutionary. Something that could make a major difference to the way you
looked at and approached things. A feeling that just didn't go away. Didn't
want to go away. And - at the same time -- was completely impossible to
grasp. To concretize. To clarify.
   She only knew -- for certain -- that she was going to find out. Sooner or
later!
   In the mean time she had a tickling in her body stronger than she had
felt in a long time, and she soon experience another mind- bending orgasm
into the mouth of the girl she had exchanged with Ms. Chambers a couple of
minutes ago. An orgasm even more intense than the first one, - and one that
worked as a thunderous breaker of the dam of ecstasy that followed right
behind it!
   Because the fact of the matter was that she really had been the first to
blow off this second time, in spite of all her experience and feeling of
control in situations like these. And as usual the strained cry of wild lust
- especially when it came from her - was what it took to push the other ones
over the brink too. Once again...
   Even several of the service girls now lost control, no matter how much
they tried to fight it, and had to deal with their own orgasmic cramps as
they strove to focus on their ultimate tasks in the crushing grip between
their ladies trembling thighs.  But those unmistakable muffed groans could
be heard from several places around the room as thighs sprawled and tiny
bottoms pumped shamelessly in some kind of ecstatic reflex movements.
Although their betraying sounds of passion were soon drowned by the moans
and screams of their mistresses. No need to worry about being caught with
your pants down this time!
   Jean could see the mass of bucking and twitching bodies through the haze
of her own ecstatic response.
   Just as the feeling from the intense massage of her own clit changed from
that melting, all- consuming pleasure sensation to an almost painful
tickling on her way down into exhausted afterglow, she noticed how Carol
suddenly cramped up beside her once again! She just caught the movement from
the corner of her eye, and lazily turned her head over to witness and enjoy
another of her friend's moments of ultimate happiness.
   This time a girl named Sandra was the lucky one to be rewarded with the
awesome lady's eruptive orgasm! The blond youngster was among the best
trained in her staff, only behind Mandy in field operation time. And as
usual her excellent skills came in very handy as she - with practiced ease -
pulled her hand down from the luscious tits to grab the waist and hold the
bucking abdomen in position. With generous help from her lady's grasping
hands she squeezed her face into the deep cleft and kept up a persistent
tongue flicking over the pulsing clit. Even at the peak of ecstasy, she was
able to kind of monitor the intensity from the quivering of the thighs
pressed around her head, and adjust the speed and force of her flicking
accordingly. Too strong stimulation could be experienced as almost painful.
And of course too little would fail to bring her mistress to the highest
possible level of pleasure.
   And finding exactly the highest possible level as long as possible was
the rule of the game! And what life was all about. At least to her...
   And the extensive training she had been through now made her capable of
tuning in on these finest parts of this art with almost perfect accuracy, as
munificently verified by Carol's almost animal- like screams! And the flood
of sweet pussy juice! And the trashing back and forth all over the chair.
And the intense pain from the grasping and tearing of her blond locks. And
all the wonderful things that came with the perfect orgasm of a perfect
mistress!!

   After this second wave of mind- blowing orgasms, there were a few minutes
of more or less complete silence. The only thing to be heard in the entire
room was the heavy breathing, panting and occasional gasps from the happy
empresses recovering in their classical recliners.
   Deb and the same young girl eventually came in with the trays of fried
chicken legs as the next course.
   The ladies were just about to work themselves up to prepare for it as Pam
suddenly entered! A unison gasp went through the audience as they saw her
outfit...; and what she had brought with her...