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From: cyan@protgp.com
Subject: {ASSM} Preparatory Meeting
Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2003 16:10:08 -0400
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Hi all,

Here is another story of mine.  As always, comments invited,
either e-amailed to me or posted to:

  <news:alt.sex.stories.d>

My previously posted stories can be found at:

<http://groups.google.com/groups?q=author:cyan%40protgp.com>

Enjoy!

-Cy
<http://cyan.protgp.com/>



Preparatory Meeting
by Cyan
Copyright 2003 by Cyan


There was a knock on the door.  "That must be her," said 
Vicky, rising to get it.  I sat there, hardly believing 
the way Vicky was carrying this off after the crazy story 
she'd just dropped on me.  I knew it was a matter of 
record that I'm gullible, but I wasn't going to let Vicky 
talk me into something this crazy.  It simply could not be 
true.

Vicky opened the door.  "Renee?" she said and a female 
voice answered in the affirmative.  "Come in," Vicky said.

The woman, Renee entered, and when I saw her, I 
immediately had slight misgivings as to my earlier 
conclusion even though I could hardly say this woman 
looked the part.  She was slender, not at all busty like 
I'd imagine such a woman to be, and quite pretty.  And her 
dress was definitely attractive, something I'd love to 
wear.  "This is Janet," said Vicky, introducing me.

Renee looked as if she didn't know what to make of me, but 
said "Hi."  If anything, she sounded a little shy.  
Totally out of character.

"I've explained it all to Janet," said Vicky, "though 
she's having trouble believing me."  Renee said nothing, 
still looking a little shy.  She simply couldn't be what 
Vicky claimed, not with the personality she was 
displaying.  "You look a bit young," said Vicky.  "How old 
*are* you?"

"Nineteen," said Renee.  It was a little strange that 
Vicky hadn't asked her to be seated and it was obvious 
Renee would have been more comfortable had Vicky convinced 
her to do so.  As it was, I was the only one sitting and I 
found myself standing up too, simply to make the woman 
less uncomfortable.

Vicky looked unconvinced at Renee's claim.  "Do you have 
ID?" she asked.

"Uh," said Renee, looking like she really didn't want to 
go there.  I realized that aside from her shyness the 
woman was certainly acting the part and I found myself 
nearly ready to accept Vicky's wild story!  "I'd rather 
not," said Renee, finally.

"It's OK," said Vicky, "I just need to verify your age.  
It's important."

Renee stood there looking unsure of herself for a minute, 
then produced what looked to be a driver's license which 
Vicky took and studied.  Vicky's close attention seemed to 
make Renee even more nervous.  Vicky finally looked up at 
her.  "You haven't been doing this long, have  you?"  When 
Renee again looked reluctant to answer, Vicky added, "I 
think you'll do fine, but you do have to answer me.  How 
long have you been doing this?"

"A couple of months," Renee admitted.

"Hmm, how many times?"

"Three."

For a while Vicky stood there, as if digesting that bit of 
information.  Obviously Renee wasn't used to this sort of 
thing and I wondered whether she'd last in the "business," 
though I certainly couldn't claim any first hand knowledge 
of what she faced.  "Are you a student?" asked Vicky.

Renee seemed to find strength.  "I don't think that's 
relevant."

"Are you a student," Vicky repeated.

After a pause, Renee said, "Yes."

"Where?"

Renee looked like she *really* didn't want to say, but she 
said, "Columbia Junior College."

"Why do you do this?"

"The money," Renee said.

"Do you need it to pay for school?"

Renee paused, then said, "No."

"Then?" said Vicky.

It seemed almost every question made Renee worry.  "For 
clothes, I guess."  I considered her dress, which did look 
to be nice quality and briefly wondered again whether it 
was reasonable as her "work" clothes.

"Ah," said Vicky, as if satisfied with the answer.  Then, 
she said, "Let's see what you look like."  Renee was 
lovely and I supposed that would be nice for Mike's first 
experience.  She had long dark hair, a long face but with 
soft features and as I've said, she was slender.  "Take 
off your clothes," said Vicky.

Renee looked positively stricken.  Given her profession, 
that seemed a bit odd, but then so did this interview.  
"Remember, I'm paying you triple," said Vicky, "full up 
front, then double afterward.  But I *will* see what I'm 
getting for my money.  Are you with me?"

Renee mumbled something, then still appearing nervous, 
seemed to steel herself, and began undressing.  Soon she 
was down to her bra and panties and paused.  "You won't be 
wearing those when you come over," said Vicky.  And after 
another moment, she added, "take them off."

Again, reluctantly, Renee obeyed.  In a moment, she stood 
in front of us, naked.  "Not bad," said Vicky, "now turn 
around."  Renee was quite pretty naked too, almost like a 
model.  When she'd turned all the way back toward us 
again, I could see her hands were itching to cover 
herself, even if just a little.  "Turn back away from us," 
said Vicky.

Renee turned again, then remained facing away from us.  
For a moment, Vicky simply looked at her and I wondered 
what she saw the need to consider.  "OK, lean forward over 
that table," said Vicky.  Instead, Renee half turned, 
looking sharply at Vicky.  "Now," added Vicky in a firm 
voice.

Still looking reticent, Renee did as ordered.  Her body 
was very smooth, her skin lovely.  I was sure it would be 
soft.  "This is how you are to present yourself to 
Michael," said Vicky, "do you understand?"  When Renee 
said nothing, Vicky said it again, "Do you understand me?"

"Yes," said Renee.

"He's to take you from behind," added Vicky.  Then she 
walked up to Renee.  "Remain right there," she said, then 
approached Renee from behind, putting her hands on each 
side of Renee's hips!

"Uh," I heard Renee said, obviously considering whether to 
protest.

"I just need to see what Michael will be facing," said 
Vicky.  "Remember, you are to take this position and not 
to look at him.  Use a lubricant before you come in the 
room so he can take you quickly.  Come here, Janet."

I felt alarm at the sound of my name.  Vicky let go with 
one hand and turned to face me, obviously telling me with 
her eyes to get with it.  I approached cautiously and she 
backed off, also making it obvious that she wanted me to 
take her place behind Renee.  I thought I noticed Renee 
tremble.  Vicky guided me into position and I found myself 
taking Renee's hips as Vicky had done before, simply to 
steady the two of us.  And I found Vicky had maneuvered me 
so my crotch was against Renee's rear.  "Do you think 
she's right for Mike?" Vicky asked.

*Right for Mike?*  "I don't know," I said, "sure."

"Put yourself in Mike's place," she said.  "Do you want to 
give it to her?"

"Vicky!" I said, quickly disengaging.  Vicky grinned and I 
wasn't sure if she had been teasing me or was simply 
amused at my reaction.

"OK, stand up," she told Renee, giving her a little slap 
on the rear.  Renee jumped at it, then stood, quickly 
turning around, as if to protect herself from more of the 
same.  "Let me see your license again," Vicky added.

"Uh," said Renee, obviously reluctant.  She should have 
simply told Vicky she'd already showed it to her.

"Your name is Carmen, your real name, I mean," said Vicky, 
inspecting the license some more.

"I go by Renee," said the woman.

"Columbia Junior College," said Vicky.  "You must know Ms. 
Speer?" she added.  "Julia has almost everyone, for first 
year English."  But at the mention of Ms. Speer, Renee, or 
rather, Carmen, looked totally stricken and I finally had 
the feeling she might bolt.  But she was still naked, 
standing in front of us and I realized Vicky held her 
dress.  "You know her, don't you?  I'll ask her if she 
knows a Carmen."

"Please don't," said Carmen.

"Hey, Julia's cool," said Vicky, smiling.  I could see 
Carmen badly wanted her dress but was afraid to take it, 
or even ask for it.  "Listen," Vicky added, "why don't you 
show us once again how you are going to lean over the 
table for Michael."  Carmen looked paralyzed and in 
horror.  "Come on, Carmen, I'm a good customer."  Then 
smiling, she approached Carmen, still holding the dress.  
"Then I'll let you dress, I promise," she added.

She led Carmen back to the table, and though she looked 
desperate, Carmen did as she was told.  Tossing aside the 
dress, Vicky immediately positioned herself behind Carmen 
once more, again taking hold of her hips.  Then she ground 
herself against Carmen's rear in a very lewd way.  
"Michael will definitely enjoy his first time.  Do you 
come when they do you?"  When Carmen said nothing, Vicky 
gave her rear a little slap and said, "Do you?"

"No!" said Carmen, startled.

"Never?" asked Vicky.  Again, she was grinding her crotch 
against Carmen.

"Maybe once," admitted Carmen.

"Maybe," said Vicky as if contemplating the word.  Even I 
found the word to be weaselly: either she did or she 
didn't.  "You'll come for my brother, won't you?" she 
said, then gave Carmen another slap.

There was silence.  "Maybe," came Carmen's feeble voice, 
obviously not wanting to answer negatively.

Vicky laughed and drew back.  "OK, get dressed," she said, 
throwing the dress to Carmen as she stood and turned.  
Carmen looked about to put it on, then seemed confused as 
to whether to retrieve her bra and panties to put them on 
first.  Vicky simply stepped back and watched her.  
"You're a bit shy for this work, you know?" said Vicky.  
"But you'll do for Michael.  And I'll tell the agency I'm 
totally pleased with you."

"Thank you," said Carmen without meeting our eyes.  She'd 
ended up putting on the dress first, which left her 
holding the underwear, and that seemed to draw out her 
embarrassment as what she held was there to remind us how 
she was dressed.

"Don't worry, you'll do fine," said Vicky, her voice 
finally displaying a touch of empathy.  And Vicky 
approached her, putting a hand on her back.  "You did very 
nicely.  But I have one more question.  Have you ever been 
with a woman?"

"No," said Carmen.

"But you've always wanted to, right?" said Vicky.  Carmen 
said nothing, merely staring.  "Right?" said Vicky.  When 
Carmen still said nothing, Vicky said, "Well, you have 
now, haven't you?"

Then Vicky kissed her.



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