Message-ID: <44426asstr$1064347808@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200309231825.h8NIPU39023602@sara.asstr-mirror.org> From: cyan@protgp.com X-Track: Y3lhbjp1bmtub3du X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2003 11:25:31 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Preparatory Meeting Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2003 16:10:08 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Hi all, Here is another story of mine. As always, comments invited, either e-amailed to me or posted to: My previously posted stories can be found at: Enjoy! -Cy 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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