Laguna Linda

Diana becomes an apprentice at an all-female luxury pleasure resort

DISCLAIMER: This story contains lesbian sex scenes that are intensely explicit. If you are not an adult, or if this is not your cup of tea, please do not continue.

Arrival

Am I crazy? What am I getting into? Nancy always said she loved working at Laguna Linda, but she was always circumspect about what she actually did.

I drive through Lamington National Park on the approach to the resort, two hours from my home in Brisbane. The hills, green valleys and a lovely lake visible from the driveway take my breath away. The name makes sense now – Laguna Linda means beautiful lagoon in Spanish. I wonder what the Spanish connection is. I reach a gate between two massive stone pillars.

“May I help you?” the attendant asks.

“I’m here for an interview with, uh, let’s see, Miss Wendy. I’m Diana Page.”

“One moment, please.” She clicks on her keyboard. “Yes, you’re expected. Please drive into entrance B and park in a visitor space underground. Stay in your car, and someone will come for you.” She opens the gate.

I park the car. My heart pounds as I check my makeup. A tall woman approaches the car, and I get out and lock up. “Hello, Diana, I’m Miss Janet. Please follow me.”

We walk to a lift. She taps her security card, and we get in and ride up, exiting into a grand executive office. She takes me to the receptionist and walks away.

“Hello, Diana. Pleased to meet you. I’m Miss Susan.” I notice that she’s wearing the same collar as Miss Janet – a thin leather band with a large red stone in the front. “Please have a seat.”

She walks over and hands me a clipboard with an application form and a pen. “Please fill this out, front and back. Read page two carefully before signing. It’s a non-disclosure agreement.”

I complete the front page with basic identifying information, then read, complete and sign the back page. I am promising not to disclose anything that I learn about Laguna Linda, ever, to anybody. No wonder Nancy was always evasive when I asked her about this place.

I wave to Miss Susan, indicating that I am done. She comes and looks it over, smiles and says, “Miss Wendy won’t be long.” I sit looking around the room. It has many tasteful paintings of nude women, and a small reclining nude sculpture on the table in front of me.

In a few minutes, a striking woman in her forties walks up and says, “Hello, I’m Miss Wendy. It’s so nice to meet you, Diana. Please come with me.”

Her authoritative aura overwhelms me until I can blurt, “Thank you.”

I follow her into her spacious office, and she closes the door. I see more paintings of nudes in poses more erotic than those outside, one suggesting the moment of orgasm. I sink into a red, heavily cushioned leather chair by her desk.

“Nancy Wilson was one of our Gold Servants. I was sorry to lose her, but she served us well for several years until she moved on. I understand she’s marrying a lovely woman. I’m thrilled for her.”

“She said she enjoyed working here. Yes, I’ve met her fiancée, and she’s quite something.”

“How much did she tell you about Laguna Linda?”

“She said it’s a luxury resort for women.” Miss Wendy waits for me to continue. “She said that she provided personal services for the guests, but she didn’t elaborate.”

“That’s her – always discreet. All our guests are women, and all our staff are women. The only men we ever have on-site are specialist outside contractors if a woman is not available with the required skill, generally mechanical engineers. Did you get any sense from her of what kind of services we provide?”

“I asked her a few times, but she always danced around the answer. I kind of suspected that they might be sexual in nature.”

“If that were true, how would you feel about that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, since you have signed the NDA, I’ll tell you that part of what we provide includes sexual services. Would that be a problem for you?”

Since I had had an idea about that, I had already thought it over and decided that I was fine with it. “No, I’m okay with it.”

“Good. I need to ask you some questions. How old were you when you had your first sexual experience with someone?”

“Eighteen, with a guy from school.”

“How often did you fuck?”

I’m a bit taken aback by her directness, but I answer, “Most weekends.”

“And when did you have your first sex with a girl?”

“The next year, at nineteen.”

“And how often with her?”

“Every weekend, and sometimes during the week.”

“Just those two, or others?”

“I played with a few other girls after the first one, but mainly those two until I had a serious girlfriend at twenty-one.”

“How long were you with her?”

I choke back tears. “Um, almost two years, until she died in a car accident two months ago.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.” I start sobbing. She hands me tissues and waits until I have settled down.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Diana, no need to be sorry,” she says tenderly. “You obviously loved her very much, and it’s been so recent. Do you need more time before I go on?”

I sniff and blow my nose. “No, I’m all right.”

“Okay then, how many times a day do you masturbate?”

“Uh, well, at least twice, morning and night, and more if I’m alone during the day.”

The intimacy of her questions stirs my body, but I don’t hesitate to answer. She’s disarmingly comforting.

She asks about what practices I have done, especially with women. I say the usual – kissing, touching, licking pussy and ass.

Miss Wendy takes a deep breath. “Now for my most important question: do you enjoy pleasing a woman?”

“Yes, I do, very much.”

“Good. That’s why we’re here.” She writes notes for a minute.

“Do you have any romantic connections now?”

“No.”

“What family do you have?”

“My mother in Brisbane and an older sister in Melbourne.”

“Father?”

“He’s been gone for years. My parents divorced over ten years ago.”

“Do you have much contact with him?”

“Phone call at Christmas,” I reply, a bit sullenly.

She writes more notes.

“Okay, Diana, you seem to be suitable so far. There will be more to ask, but I’ll tell you more about Laguna Linda than Nancy could tell you.

“We are licensed as a brothel, so we can legally provide sexual services. Are you okay with that? Because if you aren’t, then it’s time for you to leave. If you leave, I will remind you that you signed a non-disclosure agreement saying that you will tell no one what you have learned about us.

“We are not ashamed of what we do, but we have a certain profile of respectability that we wish to maintain. We are not just about sex; we provide entertainment and pleasure of all sorts. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss Wendy.”

“Here is the public brochure that lists all of our non-sexual facilities and services. If you choose to continue the application process, you can read it in detail tonight.”

“Sure.”

“We consider ourselves a family. We treat all staff with the highest respect. Most of us live on site. You will be expected to live here at least until you achieve Amber status, which I will explain later. Even after that, most family members live here.

“Your living arrangements include a small but comfortable room with an ensuite bathroom, all clothing, laundry service, all toiletries, all meals with the same quality as our guests, free on-call transport to and from Brisbane, and if you need it, free storage for your belongings when you move in.

“Now that you know more about us, how do you feel about working here? You don’t have to commit yet, but let me know what you’re thinking. Take your time.”

I drink in everything that Miss Wendy has told me about Laguna Linda, and my mind is swimming. I have to admit that I’m a bit excited by the prospect. “It sounds good.”

“All right. Let’s take a break from this office.”

She takes me down the hall to the executive break room. I go to the toilet. Coffee, tea and snacks are provided, and I get myself a cup of coffee. We chat about various little things, then return to her office.

“Are you still interested, Diana?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, you drove here from Brisbane?”

“Yes.”

“Do you need to return today?”

“Uh, no, I guess not, but I hadn’t prepared to spend the night.”

“We can put you in a room for the night, so you’ll know what your accommodation will be like. We can supply all the clothing and toiletries you might need. Later, I’ll ask someone to take you to our shop where you can get everything you need at no charge.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind.”

“I told you, Diana, we are family.”

I smile and start feeling a little at home. I text my mother to let her know I won’t be home tonight.

First Test

“Are you ready for stage two of the application process?”

“I guess, what does that entail?”

“You’ve said that you like to give women pleasure. I’d like to watch you do that.”

“Oh, here?”

“Yes, Diana, at Laguna Linda, we expect you to provide services to any guest at any time that you’re on duty, within certain restrictions. That may include being watched. I have to make sure that you can perform under those circumstances. Do you understand?”

I think, then say, “Yes, I’m a little nervous, but I’ll do it.”

“Fine,” she says. She presses her intercom button, “Miss Susan, would you please arrange for an Amber to come in?”

“Certainly, Miss Wendy,” Miss Susan replies cheerfully. In a few minutes, she opens the door and ushers in a stunning young woman of Japanese appearance, dressed in an attractive uniform showing a tasteful amount of cleavage. Her face is beautiful, and her long black hair spills in front of her curvy breasts.

“Good morning, Miss Wendy,” she says with a broad smile.

“Good morning, Miss Miyuki. Meet Diana.”

“Good morning, Miss Diana,” Miss Miyuki says.

“No, Miss Miyuki, not ‘Miss’ yet. She’s an applicant.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Miss Miyuki, please undress and display yourself to Diana.” She smiles and unzips her dress, hanging it up on a hanger on a rack. I gasp a little as I see that she’s now naked. I notice a small tattoo just above her left nipple, reading “Miss Miyuki”.

I admire her lovely body as she turns around and faces me, still smiling. “Um, Miss Wendy, will I have to get a tattoo like that?”

“Yes, Diana, but it’s not a permanent tattoo. They wear off after several days, and we refresh them. Name tags aren’t very useful when we’re naked, which is much of the time. The guests need to know what to call us if we walk by.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Lie down on the sofa, Miss Miyuki,” Miss Wendy instructs. She daintily steps to the sofa and eases herself down.

“Okay, Diana, kneel beside her and please her. Take as long as you want, but bring her to orgasm. Normally, you would be naked, but I will let you remain clothed for now. Ah, one thing – I haven’t explained the quarantine procedure yet, so do not kiss her or lick her pussy.”

With my head reeling but my body flushed with excitement, I get down and gaze up and down at Miss Miyuki’s gorgeous body. I place my hand on her leg and slowly caress upward. She’s smiling at me. Miss Wendy moves to a nearby chair to get a close view.

I control my shaking hands and give her a soothing, gentle massage all over. When my fingers brush over her lovely, firm B-cup breasts, she gasps, and I see her nipples harden. I smile, knowing that I am doing well.

I lighten my touch, teasing her with a feathery touch all over. She breathes more heavily and keeps smiling. I run both hands over her chest and stomach, avoiding her breasts at first. Then I brush my hands on the sides of her breasts as I move up and down.

I move to her breasts, circling her nipples with my fingers but missing them. She moans softly. My fingers close on her nipples as I gaze into her wondrous dark eyes. She gasps as her excitement vicariously flows into me. Her nipples grow into my fingers.

I glance at Miss Wendy, who is looking at us intently. I hope she is approving.

I pull and pinch Miss Miyuki’s nipples gently, and she moans louder. I drop my face down and tease her closer nipple with my soft lips. My desire to please her flares, and I plant my mouth around her nipple and suck. I spiral my tongue around her nipple, then quickly flick it as I pinch her other nipple.

I work her nipples at intervals of several seconds until she moans again. Then I gradually increase the frequency, feeling her writhe beneath me. I’m trying to tease her slowly, but my arousal suddenly gets the better of me, and I suck her nipple hard and thrash it quickly with my tongue, twisting the other nipple.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” she grunts continuously. Then I stop, and she gasps. My hand slides down her stomach as I lick her nipple again. I cup her mound and rub it in circles. When I press it, I can feel her clit through her hood.

I can hear Miss Wendy breathing hard, so I am happy that this is exciting her, too. I slide a finger between Miss Miyuki’s pussy lips. She is so wet, and I continue sliding down until I find her pussy entrance. As I push my finger gently in, she spreads her legs wide, and my finger glides effortlessly deep into her.

I swirl my finger inside her tight pussy, feeling it grip. I slowly finger-fuck her as I keep licking her nipple gently. She’s shaking, and I sense that she’s getting close to the edge. I withdraw my finger, pressing up against her G-Spot, making her buck. I keep pulling out, spreading her juice over her clit hood.

I rub the hood, feeling her clit getting so hard. I can’t hold back anymore. I press firmly, exposing her clit. I rub her clit hard from side to side while pressing, feeling my finger rock over it. I lash her nipple hard and fast. She lets out a continuous moan, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I keep it up, and finally, she screams, “Ahhh, I’m cumming! Ahhh, ahhh.”

I press hard on her clit, but quit rubbing. Her body shakes violently, then it gradually eases back onto the sofa. I take my mouth and hand off her and gaze at the lovely woman I have just pleased. I then notice Miss Wendy panting hard.

I smile at Miss Wendy and ask, “How was that?”

She looks dreamily at Miss Miyuki and asks her, “Well?”

Miss Miyuki works to gather her breath and says, “3.5, no, 4.0.”

Miss Wendy says, “I agree, a solid 4 out of 5. That was very good, Diana, considering you were not prepared for this, and I’m sure you were nervous. I got quite excited just watching.”

“I got aroused pleasing her,” I add.

“I bet. Now, Diana, our guests may wish to please you, and you need to be ready for that. So please change places, ladies. Diana, please undress completely. Miss Miyuki, please make Diana cum.”

I stagger to my feet, go to the rack and hang my clothes on it. When I’m back at the sofa, Miss Miyuki is kneeling next to it, so I flop myself down. I’m so hot, I just spread my legs, ready for her. She gives me a lovely treatment similar to what I just did for her, ending in me screaming as I cum.

When she and I have settled again, Miss Wendy says, “Very good, Miss Miyuki, you may leave now.”

She tosses on her dress, and as she’s leaving the room, she says to me, “I hope to see you again soon, Diana.”

Miss Wendy returns to her desk and writes copious notes as I dress and return to the chair by the desk, gathering my thoughts and feelings. She then smiles at me and asks, “So, how do you feel?”

“Wow, she’s so good.”

“I mean, how do you feel about the possibility of being part of our family?”

“Oh.” I think for a few seconds. “No offence, Miss Wendy, but I’m a bit overwhelmed. I mean, it seems amazing, but it’s been so much to take in.”

“Fair enough, Diana. I’ll have someone take you to lunch, and we can talk more later, okay?”

“Sure.”

She asks Miss Susan to find me a lunch companion. Miss Georgina comes and takes me to the lunchroom. She’s pleasant and lets me just talk for a while. Then she tells me what her life has been like here. She confirms what Miss Wendy said about being respected. The guests are all instructed to do the same, and we do not have to put up with bad behaviour.

Miss Georgina explains, “Addressing all staff as ‘Miss’ does two things. It reinforces the respect that we demand from our guests, and it helps distinguish the staff from the guests. It does not mean ‘Mistress’ as in the dominance/submissive world, which we discourage. Oh, and everyone uses a house name, not their real first name.”

After lunch, I return to Miss Wendy. “Have you had a chance to think about being with us? You don’t have to make a commitment today, but I’ll ask you in the morning to do so.”

“I think I will like it here.”

“That’s wonderful. I hope we will have you on board soon. Your pleasing of Miss Miyuki impressed me.” I smile broadly, feeling truly appreciated.

Afternoon Formalities

I spend much of the afternoon completing required formalities. I fill out a long questionnaire asking about my sexual history, much of which Miss Wendy has already asked me, but which she says needs to be recorded in writing.

She explains the collars designating staff tiers:

• Black stones (onyx) are for cleaners and maintenance staff. They are totally off-limits sexually to guests and staff, with no exceptions.

• Red stones (garnet) are for the administrative staff. Guests may not request sex from them, but if staff members are free from duties and they wish to take part, they may ask to join in any public activity they see.

• Clear stones (glass) are for apprentices. They rarely leave the staff living quarters, but if they do, guests may not request sex from them. Within the living quarters, other servants will frequently have sex with the apprentices to assist with their orientation and training.

• Amber stones are for regular servants – your first tier after your apprenticeship.

• Purple stones (amethyst) are for transsexuals. They were born male and have had hormone treatments to take on the female form. They identify as female. Their male parts are intact and fully functional, for those guests who wish to be penetrated.

• Gold pendants are for upper-level servants with years of experience and specialised training.

• Platinum pendants are for senior servants, like me.

Miss Wendy then explains the quarantine procedures:

• You must not have sex with anyone else for a month before starting, which is okay, because you said you haven’t.

• After being off-site, you submit to a medical examination immediately upon return, serve a 48-hour quarantine period, and have a follow-up examination.

• Quarantine means no exchange of body fluids (kissing, licking). Hands are used to stimulate, and the mouth is only used away from the guest’s mouth, genitals and rectal area.

• Black knickers are worn during the quarantine period to notify others.

• Red knickers are worn during menstrual periods, except during quarantine. Some guests may like to lick you there anyway, but at least they’ll know before they ask.

She explains the use of the ‘Miss’ title, and I remember that Miss Georgina mentioned that to me. “If you decide to go ahead tomorrow, have a final house name picked out by then. For now, pick a temporary name to use until you make a final decision.”

“Uh, how about Mary?”

“Fine.”

Miss Wendy presses her intercom button. “Miss Susan, Diana will be known as Miss Mary temporarily. Who’s available to be her escort for the evening?”

“Let me check, Miss Wendy.” Clicks are heard. “Miss Ellen seems to be free.” A few minutes later, Miss Ellen is brought in and introduced.

“Miss Ellen will escort you for the rest of your time here since you’re not officially an apprentice yet. You may take part in quarantined sex with staff if you wish, but you are not required to until you come back as an apprentice.”

Evening

Miss Ellen shows me to my cosy room. She gives me a tour of the living quarters, which are separated from the guest areas. Many servants come up to me and welcome me. I’m so amazed that these gorgeous, sexy women believe that I’m worth being in the family.

Miss Ellen tells me, “There’s no sex in the common staff areas, only in private rooms or in one of two playrooms.”

We visit the clothes shop, and I select a uniform. I’m pleased that there’s a variety of sizes and colours, even though the styles are similar. “Where’s the change room?” I ask.

“We don’t have one. We all get used to seeing each other naked anyway. Change here.” I take off my dress and start to put on the uniform.

“No, Miss Mary, we don’t wear underwear under the uniforms,” she informs me. “Oh, wait, you need to wear black knickers. Let me get you a pair.” She glances at my knickers for my size and returns with a black pair. I strip off my bra and knickers in the meantime.

When I’m dressed, Miss Ellen says, “It’s dinnertime. I’ll show you the dining room.” It’s nicely appointed, with comfortable chairs and stunning views through large windows to the valleys and the lagoon.

I keep having other servants come up to me to introduce themselves, but Miss Ellen senses that I’m a bit skittish, so she shoos them away. All the other servants chatter away happily. I’m starting to feel like this is an amazing place to live.

After dinner, Miss Ellen asks if I want to watch an apprentice serve. I say, “Sure,” and we go to Playroom 2. I watch an apprentice take turns pleasing two others in various ways. Part of me takes mental notes, and part of me is raging inside.

“Would you like to take a turn with someone? Nobody’s allowed to ask you yet, but you can choose to ask,” inquires Miss Ellen.

I see a shy-looking Amber and think that maybe she’s fairly new. “How about her?” I ask Miss Ellen.

“She’s nice. She’s just gotten her Amber collar. Come, I’ll introduce you.” We walk over.

“Miss Lizzy, this is a new applicant, Miss Mary, although that’s just her temporary name.”

“So nice to meet you, Miss Mary. What can I do for you?”

“Uh, well, Miss Ellen thought you might like me to serve you.”

“I’d be delighted, Miss Mary. I haven’t had much service today. Where would you like to serve me?”

Miss Ellen asks me, “Would you prefer being in a private room? Or do you mind having an audience?”

“I don’t mind being watched, but it’s a bit crowded in here.”

“We can go to Playroom 1, where there might be fewer people.” The three of us walk there, where two Ambers are kissing. When they notice us, they stop kissing, look at us and smile.

“I feel more comfortable here,” I say.

“Okay, is this your first time serving?” Miss Lizzy asks.

“Well, earlier I had my exam with Miss Wendy observing me please Miss Miyuki.”

“I see. I’ll just lie on the sofa here and let you do what you want to.” She drops her uniform, and I drink in her lovely body with tiny AA-cups with extraordinarily large nipples. I drop my uniform as well, and Miss Ellen follows suit, although she’s just watching.

I slip off my knickers and lie next to her and ask her, “What do you like?”

“I like you, Miss Mary.”

I giggle and start to caress her. As I lie on her, Ellen reminds me we can’t share juices yet because of my quarantine. Instead, I press my little breasts against her smaller ones and cup her mound with my palm. She spreads her legs, and my fingers drop between them.

She humps my hand, and I rub up and down. She opens her legs wider, and I slide two fingers into her pussy. “Ah, that feels so nice, Miss Mary, just fuck me gently.” I do just that, pulling my chest up and enjoying the sight of her lovely, tiny breasts and her smiling face.

She caresses my bum slowly and tenderly, encouraging me to take my time. I glance around, and the other three ladies are looking at us, smiling and cupping their pussies, rubbing gently with us.

I have this amazing feeling of connectedness with all the women. I feel like all five of us are making love. I continue the slow rubbing. Then I plunge faster, and Miss Lizzy cries, “Yes, Miss Mary, fuck me. Ahhhhh.”

I hear soft moans from the others. I quickly look around and see them rubbing their pussies faster, feeding off of our excitement.

I go mad and thrust my fingers in and out furiously. After half a minute, Miss Lizzy and the other three moan loudly, and I surmise that they are cumming with her.

I remove my fingers and lean on top of Miss Lizzy, who holds me lightly around my back. I feel our breasts press together, and I start crying softly.

“What’s wrong, Miss Mary?” Miss Lizzy asks.

“Nothing, Miss Lizzy, I’m just so happy. I think I’ve found my home.”

She holds me tight as I melt into her.

I hear the other three whisper. I catch phrases like “so lovely”, “very exciting” and “one of us”. I rest next to her, my head on her tiny breast. We lie there for several minutes.

“How was that, Miss Lizzy?”

“Oh, Miss Mary, that was simply amazing and adorable – so gentle until you let loose. I can tell that you can be ferocious at times, too. You are going to be a favourite when you come back as an apprentice.”

I smile at her. “Thank you, I appreciate that.”

I finally find my legs and stand up and dress. Miss Ellen and I return to my room, where she talks more about the place. She starts to kiss me, but then remembers I’m in quarantine. We touch each other a little, then she leaves me. I curl up under the covers and go to sleep.

Morning

Miss Ellen wakes me and takes me to breakfast. “How did you sleep, Miss Mary?”

“Like a baby.”

“Glad to hear it.”

I attract attention as the new kid. I am still amazed at the wide variety of stunning beauties that work here – short, tall, skinny, curvy. I see an Amethyst, and she’s incredibly gorgeous. It’s hard to imagine she was born male.

After breakfast, Miss Ellen helps me shower. We caress each other but don’t do much else. I pop on my uniform, collect my handbag and a bag with my normal clothes, and she takes me back to the main office. “Bye for now, Miss Mary. I hope to see you soon.”

“Bye, Miss Ellen, thanks for everything.”

“Well, Miss Mary, how was your evening?” Miss Wendy asks.

“It was eye-opening and amazing.”

“Do you have any qualms about being part of our family?”

“No, I think I’ll fit in nicely.”

“Wonderful. I believe that too. Your medical exam is fine, and I have a really good feeling about you. Since you will be moving in here, how long do you think it will take you to arrange a lease termination? We have on-site storage here, so when you eventually leave us, you can take your belongings.”

“I’ve been living with my mother, so a week should do it – say, Monday after next? Is that too soon?”

“Fantastic! I’m looking forward to you joining us then.” She takes me to the outer office, where Miss Susan hands me a clipboard with a long agreement. Miss Susan helps me complete it when I have questions, and tells me not to sign it yet. I notice that there is a cooling-off period of two weeks, so I can get out with no obligation within that time. This also serves as a probationary period, within which they can dismiss me for any reason. Fair enough.

I keep Miss Mary as my house name. Mary was my first kiss, and it’s a lovely memory. When I’m finished, Miss Susan takes me back in. Miss Wendy and I sign two copies, and Miss Susan witnesses them. I keep one copy.

Miss Miyuki is called in to escort me to my car. “I’m so happy that you will join us, Miss Mary. You are amazing.”

“Thank you, Miss Miyuki. I’m looking forward to it.”

I get into my car and sit for a minute, soaking in the impact of the change that I have signed up for. I grin and start the car and drive home in a happy daze.

Telling Mother

On the way home, I ponder what I am going to tell my mother. Do I tell her everything? Do I make up a story that it’s nothing more than what’s described in the brochure? I’m still undecided as I pull into the driveway. I take a deep breath before I walk in.

“Hi, Mum, I’m home,” I call out as I enter. She comes out of the kitchen to greet me.

“Hi, Diana, how was the interview?” she says before seeing me in my uniform. She stands stock-still. “Oh,” she says with more than a little surprise in her voice.

“It was great!” I exclaim. I fish out the brochure for Laguna Linda and hand it to her. “The place is fabulous.”

She takes the brochure and idly thumbs through a few pages. “Yes, it is,” she mutters as she staggers to the sofa.

“Well, I’m going to change,” I say on the way to my bedroom. I’m a little puzzled by her unusually quiet demeanour, but I let it pass.

When I come back out, she’s gazing into space. “What do you think, Mum?”

She says nothing for a while, then whispers, “I don’t know what to think.”

I’m puzzled again. “Oh? Why not?”

She sighs several times and finally looks at me, saying, “I’m a bit shocked that you’ll be working at a place like that, but I guess I can’t judge.”

“What do you mean, Mum?”

She takes a deep breath and says, “I know what kind of place it is. Five years ago, I went there as a customer.”

It’s my turn to be shocked. “Oh,” I say. “So I guess there are no secrets now.”

“No. Is it really what you want to do?”

“Yes, Mum, I know it’s not the usual job, but it’s very professional, as you know, and all the people there are just wonderful.”

She says wistfully, “Yes, I remember that weekend. I think of it now and then.”

“In your bed, rubbing your pussy, I bet.”

“Oh, Diana, really.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Well, no.”

“So what’s wrong with it? You haven’t been with anyone for years, since Dad moved out.”

“Yes, I suppose.”

“Honestly, Mum, I wish you could meet someone.”

“Sometimes I wish for that, but I can’t meet a guy who really attracts me.”

I wait for a minute before suggesting, “Why not try a woman? You must have enjoyed some at Laguna Linda when you went there.”

“Yes, I have to admit I did, but that’s almost a fantasy environment. The real world is different.”

“Well, I’m just suggesting.”

Over the next week, she slowly comes to accept my new job, even if she isn’t crazy about it. I think the worst part for her is how she can describe my new job to her friends.

I think about what to pack, but I can leave most of my stuff here, so I don’t have to take advantage of their storage offer. They provide pretty much everything, and I won’t need normal clothes except when I go out. One suitcase does it for me.

I dress in my uniform, kiss my mother goodbye, and drive off to my new life.

Moving In

I drive up to the gate and show my ID. The attendant smiles and says, “Welcome, Miss Mary. We’re so happy to have you join us.” She directs me to the staff parking.

I park and walk to the staff lift. I press the intercom button, and the lift opens. I get out at the office level and walk down the hall to the main office.

Miss Susan comes up to me and gives me a big hug. “Welcome, Miss Mary. I’m so happy you joined us.”

“Thanks, Miss Susan. I’m happy to be here.”

She calls for Miss Miyuki to escort me through my induction. “Miss Mary! So happy to see you,” she calls as she enters the office.

“Miss Miyuki, I’m so pleased to see you again.” My pussy warms at the memory of my exam with her.

Miss Miyuki takes the orientation package from Miss Susan and leads me into a small office. She has me sign more paperwork, including a staff behaviour agreement, which she explains in detail. She also gives me a copy of the guest behaviour agreement, which demands that they respect us, with mandatory expulsion upon second violation.

She gives me a sealed envelope with my security pass and PIN, which she says operate my private door, the door to and from the guest area, the lift and the entrance gate. She reminds me of the staff tiers and quarantine procedures. “You’re wearing black knickers?” she asks.

“Of course.”

She gives me a living quarters tour again, showing me my room. I tap my pass and enter my PIN on the keypad, and the door opens. I dump my suitcase on the bed. I see my collar on the bedside table, and I proudly allow Miss Miyuki to put it on me and adjust it.

She takes me to my medical examination and waits for me. When I come out, she says, “Well, Miss Mary, you are officially an apprentice now. You’ll be in great demand from the other servants. I’m sure you will be Amber in no time.”

“So, any servant can ask for service from me, and I must oblige?”

“Yes, whenever you’re in the public area of the living quarters, except in the dining area, where you can eat in peace. You may arrange to service them in their private room, your private room, or you can use a playroom. Are you ready?”

“Yes, let’s go.”

“Okay, we have an initiation tradition for new apprentices. Please follow me.” She leads me to Playroom 1.

Initiation

As I walk in, I see four naked women on the bed, and three naked women standing around it. Miss Miyuki makes it eight others in total. “Climb onto the bed, Miss Mary, and become one of us,” she says.

I whisk off my uniform, peel off my knickers and climb amongst the lovely pile of female flesh. They toss me onto my back. Two of them dive their mouths onto my breasts. A third one cups my mound and starts rubbing vigorously. The fourth places her pussy over my face. Miss Miyuki is standing nearby and reminds me, “Don’t lick, just rub.”

My body shakes from the sudden assault. My pussy instantly gushes. I reach up to the pussy above and start rubbing the lips. I hear someone say, “I’ve heard she’s great. I can’t wait until Wednesday to feel her lick me.”

Tongues on my nipples are driving me wild. The woman at my pussy is now plunging two fingers into it while rubbing my clit with the other hand. I’ve never been stimulated so hard and fast in my life.

I hear moans around me, but I can’t see anything other than the dripping pussy above my face. I try to rub it, but the attack of the other three is driving me quickly toward a climax. I stuff three fingers in and hold them while my body shakes, and I cum hard, screaming, “Oh, fuck!”

“One minute ten seconds! Is that a record?” I hear someone shout.

A second woman says, “Not quite, it’s one-o-eight.”

The first woman says, “Damn, I thought she’d break it.”

My nipples and pussy have mouths and fingers removed. “Finish Miss May,” someone says. She must mean the owner of the pussy over me, so I redouble my efforts with my fingers, thrusting up and pressing her clit with my thumb. I’m not in the best position to work, but I do my best and eventually hear her moan and feel her pussy drip onto my face.

“Next!” someone yells, and the four women rotate and take different positions. I wonder, “Oh, God, aren’t they going to let me rest?” Apparently not – my ordeal is repeated until I have cum and made the new pussy above me cum four times.

Finally, they get off the bed and let me rest for a minute. I’m deliciously exhausted. Then Miss Daisy jumps in with me and lies down. “Do me now,” she demands. I turn to her and start caressing her and licking her nipples. I’m so stimulated that I can’t be as subtle with my actions as I normally am. I attack her nipple with my tongue and slide my finger into her wet pussy. I work her madly until she cums.

The next two women are a blur. I do my best with them and make them cum, too. Finally, Miss Miyuki says, “Well done, Miss Mary. I’ll let you serve me in my room.” She helps me to my feet, and we walk to her room. Miss May carries our uniforms, sets them on a chair, and leaves us alone.

I collapse onto her bed. She lies next to me, caressing my face and smiling at me. “Oh, Miss Mary, you are so wonderful. We’ve rarely had anyone take to us as easily as you have.”

I smile back at her and whisper, “I feel at home here.”

“You are, my darling, you are.”

She senses I need to rest, and she pulls me gently to her, letting my head rest on her breast as she holds me. I can’t believe I’m doing this, in this unlikely pleasure palace. But it feels so right.

I doze for a while, then wake up and see her heavenly body. I begin a slow lovemaking. I feel special with her, more than sex. I spend a long time gradually exciting her until she cums hard, flooding my hand. I say, “I can’t wait until Wednesday when I can lick you.” She smiles broadly to agree.

Final Exam

For the rest of the day Monday and on Tuesday, my hands get worn out meeting the demands of the servants. The eight servants I originally served are only the ones who were off duty at the time. As others come off duty into our living quarters, I have much more work to do. It’s a pleasant job, of course. I love giving them all pleasure, but it gets physically wearing on my fingers.

Fortunately, on Wednesday, I come out of quarantine, which allows me to lick pussies as well as rub them. It is very gratifying that everyone has been so complimentary of my skills.

On Thursday afternoon, I get a message to report to Miss Wendy. I hope I haven’t done something wrong. I clean myself up in my room and report to the office. “Good afternoon, Miss Mary,” Miss Susan says as I enter the office.

“Good afternoon, Miss Susan. I was told to see Miss Wendy.”

“Yes, she’s with someone right now, but please have a seat and wait. Can I get you anything?”

“Oh, no thanks, I’m fine.”

I wait anxiously. In about ten minutes, the apprentice I had seen before comes out of Miss Wendy’s office. She’s crying. I start to say something, but Miss Susan takes her quickly into the side office. Now I’m really worried.

Miss Wendy steps out and says, “You may come in now, Miss Mary.” I warily follow her in. She closes the door behind us and sits at her desk. I sit in the chair opposite. She’s perusing several pages.

I get up the courage to ask meekly, “The woman who just left, she …?”

Miss Wendy interrupts me, saying, “She was an apprentice who didn’t work out. She had an attitude, and she often rushed her technique.” She returns to her papers. Then she says, “So, Miss Mary, how have you found your apprenticeship?”

“I’m enjoying it quite a lot, but I have to admit that I’ve been kept busy, and my fingers and mouth are rather sore.”

She gives a low chuckle, “Yes, apprenticeship is a bit of an ordeal, but I’m glad you have maintained your positive mood. Guest service won’t usually be so arduous, but it’s important to assess how you can perform when demands are high.”

She takes a breath before continuing. “I’ve read the reports of your service – yes, I’ve asked some of our servants to do that. I’ve also interviewed a few others. I must say that they are universally glowing, among the best I’ve seen for some time.”

I relax and let out a huge sigh of relief. I hope this means that I’ve made it.

“The only thing left is for you to pass your final exam. I trust that you haven’t had any requests after ten this morning?”

It hadn’t occurred to me until she asked, but it’s true. “No, I haven’t.”

“I passed the message down discreetly to give you time to rest for the exam.”

“Oh, you are thoughtful.”

“I wanted you to be fresh. The exam is with me.”

I momentarily panic, but I remember how much everyone said I am really good, so I try to relax. “Oh, sure, Miss Wendy. How may I be of service?”

“Ah, well asked. That is the willingness to please that our guests expect. I will lie down on the sofa, and you can please me.” She stands and walks to the rack, hanging her uniform on it. She turns and faces me.

She’s not as young as most servants, but her body is still in good shape. Her large breasts sag a little, but not badly. Her stomach is trim and muscular, so she must work out.

What grabs my attention is her incredibly full bush. It’s curly and extremely thick – perhaps two centimetres thick. It’s trimmed to a neat triangle.

“Does my pubic hair turn you off, Miss Mary?”

“Oh, not at all! It’s just that I’ve never seen anything like it. I’m fascinated and eager to see how it feels.”

“Well, now’s your chance,” she says as she lies on the sofa with her head to the left as I’m looking.

I stand and gaze adoringly at her body. I consider how I will give her the best service she’s had for a long time. I kneel and worship her body with a soft, soothing touch.

I’m determined to take it slowly. I’ve learned much in the last few days with all the touching I have done. I caress every inch of her except her pussy and nipples for several minutes. I’m careful with her breasts to avoid overexciting her at this early stage.

I hear her sigh very softly and close her eyes and rest her head back. I smile to myself, knowing that I have relaxed her, which is my first goal. I continue with the relaxing touch for another minute, then I stop and pull off for a few seconds.

I then use a feathery touch on the front of her right leg, slowly zig-zagging up onto the thighs, then just to my side of her bush. I dangle my fingers and brush them very lightly through the top of her bush to the other side, then onto her skin again. I trail my fingers down her left leg.

Moving back up her left leg, I trace my fingers up, and this time, I let one glide gently along the junction of her leg and body, next to her pussy. It slides up to the side of her bush. I brush my fingers through it again, careful not to press on her mound at all. She moans softly.

I’m fascinated by her bush, and I comb its triangle several times with my fingers from the pointy base to the wide top, still avoiding skin contact. I see her body writhe a little as if expecting me to press, but I deny that.

Instead, my fingers move up, caressing her stomach in random patterns, lazily working my way higher. They near her breasts, and I brush the bottom of one on my way up. I hear a little “Ah” from her.

My fingers work above her breasts, then drift down to circle them in the figure-eight pattern I have taught myself. I touch all around her breasts, but not on them. She’s getting worked up, her body twitching, her nipples growing. I see that she still has her eyes closed and is absorbing all my pleasure.

My eights get tighter and start brushing the base of her breasts. She pants lightly. Then my fingers climb onto the left breast, swirling all over it but avoiding the nipple. Spiralling into the nipple, they just brush the base, and she gasps.

I pull off and repeat the swirling on her right breast. This time, when I get to the nipple, I close my fingers on the base, surrounding it. Then I stroke it very slowly, making it grow to full hardness. She moans as I stroke her nipple about every ten seconds.

After a minute, I jump over and stroke her left nipple the same way. I see her legs relax and part. I move back to the right nipple and stroke twice, then close my fingers on the nipple more firmly, grasping it and gently pulling it up. She’s panting more heavily now.

I match the pulling on her left nipple, then I remove my hands from her and watch. She’s pulsing gently.

Then I lean down and kiss her stomach all over gently. I repeat the motions that my touching has done, including the figure eights. Then I kiss around her right breast and gently pull her left nipple. My kisses spiral around and end up on her nipple. I suck gently and take her nipple between my lips.

Opening my mouth and taking more of her breast in, I suck and let my tongue wander around her right nipple as I keep gently pulling her left nipple. I lick her nipple slowly around the base, then spiral up to the tip, which I lick with quick flicks several times.

She gives her first full-throated moan, and I am so happy. I increase the pressure and speed of my licking as I pinch her left nipple a little harder. I suck hard and lick her nipple with the flat of my tongue, gradually licking faster.

My hand slides off her left breast and snakes its way down to her bush. I find it and comb it again. This time, I let my fingers and palm press against her lightly as my fingers comb up and down. I am so fascinated by her bush since I have never been with any woman with more than a short landing strip.

She presses up with her mound, so I take that as asking for more pressure. I push harder as I rub up and down, then start a circular rubbing. My tongue is continuing to love her hard nipple.

I press even harder with my palm and middle finger, and I can feel her clit harden. I push on it and rub slowly. Then I slide it down toward her pussy, still pressing on her clit as it goes. Her moans become more frequent.

My finger finds her lips and slides between them. As I caress the insides of her lips, she opens her legs, inviting me further. I accept the invitation, gliding through her wetness to her pussy entrance, teasing it in circular motions. Her legs fly wide open.

I push gently, and my middle fingertip slides into her pussy. I hold it there and lash her nipple for a few seconds before resuming slow licking. She gasps and bucks up, swallowing my finger deep into her pussy. I wiggle it around and feel her walls spasming around it.

I begin a slow fucking, pressing up onto her G-Spot when shallow and pressing on her cervix when deep. She’s gurgling now, and I’m so happy that I’ve made her surrender to me. Slowly, I bring her to the edge and keep her there for minutes. She’s pouring her creamy juice over my finger, and it’s dripping between her thighs.

When she pants heavily and groans, I gradually increase my speed. She’s groaning louder and louder with each stroke of my finger. I flick her nipple faster. My finger fucks her madly, my palm mashing her clit as I pound deeply.

Finger and tongue lose all control and drive her wild. She screams, “Ohhhh, Miss Mary, I’m cummmmingggg! Ahhhhhhh.” I keep pounding her pussy and thrashing her nipple. She’s moaning continuously, and then she cums again, screaming, “Ohhh, fuckkkkk!” I pound a few more times, then hold deep inside her. I quit licking but keep sucking on her breast.

Her body shakes for a minute. When she relaxes, I pull off her and sit back. Her head rolls around, and her eyes are still closed. Eventually, she opens them and sees me smiling at her.

“Was that okay?” I ask, pretending to be shy about it, but knowing that I have done a damn good job.

“No, Miss Mary, that was not okay.” I pretend to pout. “That was fucking fantastic!”

“Does that mean I pass?”

“Hell, yes, girl, I mean Miss Mary.”

I grin and casually stand, slip on my uniform and sit demurely at her desk.

She finally manages to stand, and without bothering to dress, she sits and grabs a form. She scribbles madly and signs it, passing it to me for my signature. It’s my Amber status! My heart jumps for joy.

She presses her intercom. “Miss Susan, would you come in, please? And bring an Amber collar.”

“Of course, Miss Wendy.” She steps in, beaming at me. She stands behind me, removes my apprentice collar and fits my Amber collar. “I’m so proud of you, Miss Mary. It’s no surprise, though, from all the talk I’ve heard from the living quarters. Welcome to Laguna Linda.”

“Thank you so much, Miss Susan. And thank you, Miss Wendy, for giving me the opportunity.”

“Oh, Miss Mary, it was my pleasure.” I know she means that in at least two ways.

First Guest Service

Miss Susan leads me into the small meeting room and gives me information about serving guests. “We know you’re good at serving women. You will have shifts in the guest area. When you are in there, you are available for serving on request. Guests may also book you for specific times.”

She gives me a sheet with instructions:

• Refer to the Guest Behaviour Guidelines to see what they may and may not request of you. You must agree to guests’ requests within the guidelines.

• If you are in any doubt, call 777 on any wall phone. We will discuss the request with you. We may wish to speak with the guest.

• Always please the guests to the best of your ability.

• If they have a complaint that you cannot resolve, have them call 777 to discuss it with us.

• Always have your security pass pinned inside your uniform pocket.

“Your first official shift starts at 9:00 am tomorrow, but if you want to drop into the guest area as a casual today, you may. I’ll have Miss Miyuki give you a tour of the guest area.” She makes a call, and soon Miss Miyuki appears and takes me to the door of the guest area.

“Try your security pass and PIN.” I do, and the door unlocks. We go through, and I see the magnificent area. Several guests are milling around, with a few being serviced in areas off to the side.

An older woman, perhaps in her sixties, approaches us and looks at me. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” she asks.

“Yes, I am. I just finished my apprenticeship.”

“Oh, that’s lovely. I always like the new ones. Will you come to my room?” I look at Miss Miyuki, and she nods her head.

“Of course. I’m Miss Mary. How may I address you?”

“Oh, how polite. I like you. You may call me Mrs Jackson.”

Miss Miyuki says to me, “See you later, Miss Mary.”

Mrs Jackson leads me to her room, and we go in. “How may I be of service, Mrs Jackson?” I say.

“My needs are simple, Miss Mary. I just want you to lick my pussy while I play with my nipples.”

“I’d love to,” I reply.

“Wonderful.” She carefully disrobes, laying her clothes on her sofa.

Time has not been kind to her body. She creaks and groans as she climbs onto the bed. Her saggy breasts flop flat when she lies down. But I am not to judge; the guests are here to be served.

I take off my uniform, and she gasps, “Oh, what a stunning body you have. I wish I looked like you.”

“It doesn’t matter, Mrs Jackson. The only thing important now is your pleasure,” I say as I climb between her legs.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m hairy down there. I see you shave, like most of the girls these days.”

“Certainly not. I find it a refreshing variation.”

I place my face close to her pussy and then rub over her bush. Her scent is flowery. I lick her thin lips, then slide my tongue inside. She moans. I glance up, and she’s pulling her nipples. I poke my tongue into her pussy and lick around.

“Oh, Miss Mary, that is so nice,” she whispers. I slowly tongue-fuck her and hear her express pleasure with sighs. I poke in and out faster, and she moans. Then I take my fingers and spread her lips, seeing her hood hiding her clit.

I lick the hood slowly and deliberately, trying to coax her clit into hardness. It doesn’t appear, so I assume it’s a small one. I press harder on her hood and lick up and down, giving her clit pressure, at least through her hood. She gasps and says, “Oh, yes, I love that. Don’t stop.”

They say not to change a winning game, so I maintain my licking consistently. She is mostly silent, with occasional gasps, but then suddenly she screams, “Ah, yes, I’m cumming.” I press harder and faster, and her body shakes.

She pushes my head away and beckons me to lie next to her. “That was wonderful, Miss Mary. You know just what I need.”

“I’m so pleased to make you happy, Mrs Jackson,” I say as I lie with her. After a few minutes, she says, “Thank you, Miss Mary, you may go now.”

“Thank you, Mrs Jackson,” I reply. I put on my uniform and leave her room.

More Service

I wander around the sumptuous guest area, finding the pool area. Several guests are lounging in the sun, some in suits, others naked. I admire the wide variety of bodies – some athletic, some flabby. But I remind myself that they are all women who have paid for the privilege of being here.

I walk onto the lawn, and behind some trees, I see a guest having her pussy licked by a servant. She waves me over. I walk there, and she says, “Lick my nipples.”

“Hello, I’m Miss Mary, and I’d be happy to.” I kneel on the grass and take her nipple into my mouth and lick it hard. She gasps from two tongues now. I feel the other servant lick harder, and the guest moans. I lash her nipple, and together we make her cum in a minute.

“Thank you, my dear,” she says to me. “That will be all.”

“I’m happy to please you.”

So far, the guests have been very pleasant and easy to please. The ordeal of the apprenticeship has given me stamina.

I go back to my room and lie in bed, thinking of this week’s events. I love my new life.

New Applicant

One evening of the next week, after dinner, I get a message to report to the main office. Once there, I ask Miss Susan, “What does she want?”

“You’ll see,” she says with a smile, “go right in.”

“Good evening, Miss Wendy,” I say with a broad smile.

“Good evening, Miss Mary. Meet Lydia, a new applicant.”

“Good evening, Lydia,” I say.

I’ve come full circle, now being a test for someone new. It dawns on me that I have found my true home and family. I glow inside as I lie down and await her service.

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