Part two of: Eau de Clare
GINGER's introduction
A head poked itself in the side door of the limo, and the driver of the limo, Joan, was attached to it. She had removed her formal chauffeur jacket, and her pale face with red lipstick were even more contrasted against her black hair and white short-sleeve blouse. I wasn't generally into goth as a style, but Joan added a certain corporate respectability to her look.
"Amber's quite something, huh?" she asked, entering the back and picking up my discarded clothing. She reached into a compartment and handed me some wet towels from a dispenser, and then got out of the limo. I wiped myself down, and got out of the open door. Joan handed me my pants, and then held my shirt up for me to put that back on.
"Where are we?", I asked, looking around me. I saw a couple of other vehicles parked in what appeared to be a 15 car garage.
"We are in Ms. Clare's compound. You are her guest.", Joan explained. "Let me take you in to your room." Now that all my clothing was on again (minus
ruined underwear), Joan put her arm around my waist, pull me toward her and gave me a kiss. "I watched everything in the mirror, you know", she taunted. She then escorted me across the garage to a door. The door opened automatically and we entered.
Inside there was a small desk with a security guard sitting at it.
Well... the guard was a bleached blood woman in a guard's uniform. Grey uniform, her bust trying to escape the shirt. The young security guard looked up, and Joan greeted her. "This is Robert. Robert will be dinning with Ms. Clare tonight. What room should I take him to?"
Ginger looked me up and down, but settled on a nice stare at my crotch first.
There were some chocolatini stains there.
The young guard bounced up, and greeted me with a smile, and giggled at her too small uniform.
"I'm Ginger. Hah, yeah, well my other hair is red, but I'm playing at being blond today." She looked at me, scanned me up and down, and then she turned to Joan and said, "You can take him to room 314. Tie him to the bed."
Joan laughed. "Ginger, your 18th is not until Thursday. Your great-aunt was pretty clear to all of us. No noogie until you are legal."
Ginger's perkiness subsided a bit, and she consulted a book in front of her. "You are no fun, Joan Landsdown. Take him to room 105." We continued down the hall. Ginger yelled after us, "I hope you choke on his cock"
Joan explained that Ginger was Ms. Clare's great niece, and she was not yet 18. She had only two days to go, I surmised, as today was Tuesday.
Emerging briefly from my stupour, I protested: "I had an appointment at 1pm with a client! It is now 11:45."
Joan smiled at me... "yes, that's true. You do have that 1pm appointment with J. S. Crew & company. I'm the one that booked it. Ms. Julie S. Crew will meet you here at 1pm."
(After the morning's ride, to then learn that I was getting paid for this was mind boggling. I decided not to ask any more silly questions lest I wake from this dream)
We arrive at a room marked 105, Joan waves a pass card at the door, and it clicks open. She hangs up her jacket on a hook, revealing that her blouse is actually a short sleeve, and her lack of a bra permits the nipples of her firm 34Ds to show through.
We enter to a nicely decorated suite. A couch and chair on the left surround a low wooden coffee table with a typical AV bookcase on the right hand wall. A small kitchenette and cupboard fills the space near the door. A second door next to the AV stand on the right leads into a bedroom. I catch a gimpse of a king-size four post wrought iron bed before Joan closes that door.
Joan sits on the couch, and motions for me to sit next to her. I do. She places her left hand on my thigh and suggests a kiss with her mouth. I lean into her and kiss her. I fondle her breast through her shirt.
"mmm.", she murmurs, " but that breast has to wait until after the evaluation." She presses herself against me, running her hands up my chest, and soon she is laying on top of me, and we are making out. Apparently, she can touch me, but I shouldn't touch her now.
After some minutes, I finally ask, "What is this about an evaluation?"
"Well, Ms. Julie will be examining you, and giving you a sexual fitness test.", Joan explained as she rubbed herself against me like a cat, nibbling on various bits of my exposed skin: ears, neck, jaw, and back to lips.
"It's like this. Julie will be determining exactly what it takes to get you off. How often. How much. That kind of thing.", Joan mumbled into my chest. "Then she'll write a detailed report, I'll read it, and knowing everything about you, I'll come and fuck you dry every day. Or maybe another girl will."
At the thought, she runs a hand up my loose shirt, and then stops. "Mmm. must do that. not allowed yet.", she mumbles and removes her hand. I motion for her to continue her explanation.
"Ms. Clare... she has found an elixir of youth... it is made out of men's semen. Julie will be evaluating your suitability for our production.", Joan continued, between breathless kisses. "Julie will explain more."
(I didn't know what to make of this. So I remained silent.)
"Perhaps, I will be assigned to take care of you regularly.", Joan explained.
Both heads thought: (that would be a good)
"Would you like something to eat?", she asked, getting up reluctantly. Joan found us some nibbles in the kitchenette, turned the TV on, and sat down on the couch. "Sit in front of me," she requested, settling into the couch. I sat down and she wrapped a leg around me, and settled in to watch TV. Nothing erotic. Just reruns. Time passed.
"Oh, and in the top drawer of that cabinet, you should find some suitable underwear. The bathroom is over there" (pointing at another door). "Please go put it on"
I complied, emerging from the bathroom wearing grey boxers under my kaki pants, sitting back down with Joan.
KNOCK.
Startled, I sit up. I had dozed off at Joan's breast. I see her and remember where I am, and she smiles naughtily. Very naughtily. Whatever she knows, she doesn't tell, but my heart beat rises, and my cock stiffens again. Joan stands, gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Enjoy yourself" she says.
She straightens her clothing, and walks to the door, wiggling her ass in her black uniform pants. She collects her chauffeur hat from the table on the way, and opens the door.
Julie enters, greets Joan, and Joan leaves.
(continue)
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