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 The Sweet Slut in Training By DL Sloan Chapter Four: Sweet Heat

   The next morning, Valarie awoke with a slight headache and a stale taste
in her mouth.  She rolled over, aware that she was nude.  She tried to
remember what happened after Travers had taken her upstairs at the end of
the party.  She had visions of him humping her furiously while she drifted
in and out of consciousness.  For an older man, he had a lot of energy. 
She rolled over slowly, realizing he wasn't in the bed with her.  She saw a
note on the night stand and read it.

   "Went to work early this morning.  Take the morning off.  See you this
afternoon.  Realize we haven't given you any cash, so here's some for
breakfast or whatever.  Thanks for being a good sport last night.  Billy."

   She sat up and counted five $20 bills.  She felt a pit in her stomach.
She felt dirty and tired and like she'd been used.  All for $100.  What had
she turned herself into?

   She showered, brushed her teeth and put on a yellow thong, some tight
denim shorts and a pale yellow t-shirt.  She wanted to put on sweat pants,
a sweatshirt and some regular panties and bra.  But she realized those
"regular" clothes would be back at her hotel room - the guys were only
going to keep specialty clothing at their places.  Well, she'd dress a
little more normally when she got home and maybe that would help bring her
out of her funk.

   The sight of her shiny new car parked outside helped a little, though
she still felt guilty about tucking the $100 in her tight pockets.  Did
taking it make her a whore?  And had she really earned it?  She didn't
think so.  She felt like she'd let Travers down last night.  She hadn't
become a cum slut and she had practically been unconscious the last time he
fucked her.  She hadn't yet mastered walking or dancing in extreme high
heels, she struggled to keep her poise and appearance in the front of her
mind at all times.  And she had never before doubted or resented the size
of her average breasts the way she did now.

   A few weeks ago she had been a confident, happy young woman with a sweet
boyfriend, loving family and options aplenty.  Then, her boyfriend left,
she made a rash decision to start fresh in a new country and so far, as
much as she liked the States, she'd not been able to figure out a way to
live that didn't involve her trading sexual favors.  She felt like a
failure and, oddly, what disappointed her the most was that she didn't feel
like she was living up to the expectations of Travers, Nelson and Roy.

   "You're a stupid little bitch," she chastised herself, driving fast on
the expressway, the cool morning air offering a chilly ride with the top
down and so few clothes to insulate her.  She told herself to stop feeling
sorry for herself.  She wanted to blame Sebastian, the landlord, the guys
at the firm for her decisions, her failings.  But it was all her fault. 
She knew she and Sebastian wouldn't be together forever, so why had she
clung to him for so long?  She could have figured out other options for her
apartment.  She kicked herself for giving into the dirty landlord too
easily.  And she didn't have to accept the offer at the law firm.  So far,
they had stuck exactly to what had been agreed upon.  They had made it
clear what they expected of her and how she would be treated.  She had been
fucked and shown off publicly, but not harmed.  And they had backed up what
they had said about fine clothes, plush accommodations, a car, dinners,
etc. If she had made a poor decision, it was her fault, not theirs.  She
had fooled herself into thinking she didn't have options.  She had been
drawn in by the promise of working for a big firm.  She had loved the
promise of the comfortable lifestyle.  And, yes, she was attracted to them
and excited at some level about being a sex object.  Didn't every woman
long for that status at some point in their lives?

   She sped to her hotel and went upstairs, anxious to change into some
sweats and spend the rest of the morning huddled on the couch watching bad
TV.  She looked through her closet and drawers but could find none of her
old clothes.  Then it hit her.  They had gotten rid of them.  All that was
left was her new sexy, slutty, revealing clothes.  She flopped on the bed
and lay back, closing her eyes and clearing her head.

   "OK, think Valarie," she said to herself.  "You have to make a decision
and whatever you decide, you better commit to it." She grabbed a notepad
and pen and started jotting down her thoughts and feelings, eventually
boiling everything down into a few key points.  If she was going to leave,
she needed to do it today.  She owed them that much.  If she was going to
stay, she needed to commit to it, get over her apprehensions and shame and
fears and be the slut they wanted her to be.

   Suddenly, it hit her.  That was the problem.  She didn't know how to be
that sexy girl they wanted.  She was trying to be too much too soon.  That
was making her feel inadequate and her resentment made her feel used.  Ahh,
those crazy mood swings.  She understood now.  All Travers and the others
had asked of her - over and over again - was that she have an open mind,
obey commands, give it her best and, above all, be honest.  That last part
was the one that had been tripping her up.  She'd had moments of honesty
when she'd admitted not liking cum or being worried about certain public
displays.  But she hadn't been completely honest with them.  She needed to
tell them that she felt awkward at times, that she still didn't like the
taste of cum and doubted she ever would, that she was self-conscious about
her breasts and that she worried that being a slut would make her less of a
lawyer.  They weren't asking her to be more than they felt she was or could
be, so why should she.  Let them train you, she told herself.  Let them be
disappointed from time to time.  Make them show you what they want and how
they want it.  Don't try to anticipate every little thing.

   The more she thought, the more she realized she had already made her
decision.  She was staying and her mind was now working on accepting that
it was OK to be reluctant and vulnerable at times.  Going from good girl
next door to naughty teasing sex tart was going to take time.  She now
realized what the guys had known all along.

   For the first time in days, the knot left her stomach, her head stopped
buzzing and she felt clear-headed and alert.  I can do this, she told
herself, and if I can't, no one will be able to say I didn't give it my
best shot.

   Feeling suddenly energetic and excited, Valarie threw on a pair of tiny
pink athletic shorts, a tinier white tank top and some tennis shoes and
headed to the gym a few blocks away.  The guys had provided her with a
membership and she went in intent on working off some stress while keeping
her body toned and lean for them.  She made a mental note to ask them about
setting aside a few hours every week for this so she could be at her peak
physically for them.  She was sure if she phrased it that way they would
agree to it.

   She ran five miles on the jogging track and did a series of light
weights, sit-ups and stretches.  She was halfway through her workout before
she realized that guys were looking at her.  Her tiny shorts revealed that
she was wearing a thong and her little tank top displayed her firm nipples.
She had already grown accustomed enough to wearing tight, revealing
clothing that it hadn't dawned on her that this outfit was certainly more
inviting than average, even in the era of short shorts and sports bras. 
Her skin was slick and shiny with sweat and she was bending her flexible
body into some pretty enticing positions.  She wondered what they thought
of her.  Did they think she was too flat-chested and tomboyish?  Did they
think she was cute?  Did they think she looked like a slut?

   She smiled back at some of them and said hello to those who addressed
her.  A couple hit on her, but she politely told them she had a boyfriend -
not mentioning that she actually had three.

   Before she left, she looked in on a few classes, noting that Pilates
looked like fun, as did some of the aerobic dance classes.  She wouldn't
mind swimming a few laps in the pool, but worried that her barely there
bikinis and scandalous slings might get her kicked out.

   She went back to her hotel room to shower and get ready for an afternoon
of work.  She felt refreshed, both mentally and physically, and looked
forward to a few hours of work with no sex involved.  She wasn't sure what
she'd do after work, but a few hours of solitude sounded good.  She might
take that $100 Travers had left for her and treat herself to a massage. 
That sounded like a great start to the evening.

   She arrived at work in a great mood.  She was wearing a black leather
mini skirt with a zipper that ran straight up the back.  The skirt came
down about two inches past her ass cheeks, several inches shy of reaching
the black thigh-high stockings she was wearing.  She wore a black thong
underneath.  On top, she had on a simple white blouse that wouldn't have
garnered much attention except that it was too small, the tails reaching
only her belly button and the tight top making her breasts look larger than
they really were.  She took advantage of the opportunity to show a hint of
cleavage by leaving the top two buttons undone.  A sexy outfit, indeed, but
tamer than she would probably wear most days at work and certainly more
conservative than her "date" attire had been so far.

   "You seem like you're in a good mood," Nelson said.

   "Yeah, she doesn't have to suck your ugly prick today," Roy taunted.

   "Whatever, it's nice to see you so chipper," Nelson said.  "Any special
reason?  Bill told us that you gave a very valiant effort to become more
appreciative of the taste of cum."

   "Well, he was being kind," Valarie said.  "I did try, yes.  But I feel
like I failed him.  I'm sorry, Billy."

   "No problem," Travers said.  "I'm not the least bit disappointed.  But
if you think I am, why are you so happy?"

   "Because I finally realized what was going through my head and what I
need to do," Valarie said.

   "Oh?" Travers asked, raising an eyebrow.

   "Don't worry," Valarie said.  "I'm not leaving or anything.  But I did
think about it.  I thought about a lot today.  I don't know if you noticed,
but I've been having some ups and downs with this whole thing.  It's been
... a lot to adjust to.  And I'm sorry if I have disappointed you or been
moody or anything."

   "Hmm," Travers chuckled.  "Funny you say that, because we've been
talking about you a bit this morning and we felt like we owed you an
apology, too.  We compared notes, agreed that you seemed happy at times,
overwhelmed at others.  We realized we had forgotten this was all new to
you.  We're used to dating women who, quite frankly, approach us in many
cases and make it quite clear how the date will go.  A little money and a
nice suit can get some women into bed in a hurry."

   "But what we realized," Nelson picked up the conversation, "was that
those girls were mostly one-night stands and we were always anxious to do
everything in one night, realizing that there wouldn't be others."

   "Our mistake," Roy said, "was that we rushed you the same way.  We got
so excited, we forgot we have you for a year - assuming you're still on
board with the whole plan - and that you weren't the kind of girl who has a
history of jumping into bed with men you barely know.  Sexy, yes, but
vastly experienced, no."

   "I'm sorry," Valarie said meekly.  "I tried to be the girl you wanted,
but I ..."

   "No, that's not it at all," Travers interjected.  "You are the girl we
want.  We didn't want the girl who has already experienced everything and
uses sex to get what she wants and feels like it's all she has to offer. 
We just forgot you weren't that kind of girl.  But you're who we want.  A
young women with intelligence, confidence and the ability to be an asset to
this firm.  Those are the hard parts, honestly.  Training you to be a slut,
for lack of a better word, is the easy part.  You have the body and the
attitude.  Now all you need is the knowledge, which will give you
confidence."

   "Huh, I doubt I'll ever feel as sexy as you want me to be," Valarie
frowned.  "I can't even get the hang of walking in those heels."

   "Let's look at it another way," Travers said.  "You're very confident as
a student, right?"

   "Well, yes."

   "And you know you have what it takes to be a lawyer or just about
anything you want to do, right?"

   "Yes, just about."

   "Well, we see that confidence in you, too, and we realized that there
were reasons you weren't as confident when it came to the sexual parts of
your job.  One, you doubt your appearance, which is ludicrous to us.  Two,
you doubt your ability to tease and please - it doesn't come natural.  You
can't just open up a book, read about it and pass some test."

   "Oh my gosh," Valarie said.  "That's exactly right.  This is so out of
my element.  I mean, put me on a soccer field and let me go.  Give me a
literature exam and I'll nail it.  Ask me to give a report and I love it.
But this is all different for me.  It's not the sex that bothers me.  I
rather like that part - well, most of it."

   "We get that now," Nelson said.  "So, we think we have a way to help
you. First off, relax.  We love you.  You're doing great, so don't be so
hard on yourself.  Believe me, if we're disappointed, you'll know it. 
Second, we want you to look at this as more of a training than a role. 
Just like you'd train for a job or study for a class.  We realize that's
how your comfortable, that's how you learn.  So, you're now officially
enrolled in How to Be a Sweet Slut 101.  You will have regular assignments
and homework and tests.  You will be evaluated and graded and your progress
will be charted.  In the end, you will see that you are far better at this
than you give yourself credit for."

   "Wow, I never looked at it that way," Valarie said, a faint smile on her
lips.  "I like that idea.  I mean, you're right, that's how my brain
functions.  I have to study things, think about them, analyze them and then
come to conclusions."

   "That's why we came up with this plan," Travers said.  "Roy, will you
please take her through it?  Nelson and I have a conference call."

   Nelson and Travers excused themselves and Roy sat at next to Valarie's
desk and showed her several documents that had been emailed to her.  He
showed her an Excel grid that had been set up to track her accomplishments
on a weekly basis.

   "We're going to have all of this set up on an internal web site by the
end of the day, but for you now you can start with these forms," Roy said.
"We want you to track how many orgasms you induce.  There's a column for
each of us, including yourself, as well as a `miscellaneous' for other guys
besides us.  Now, we expect you to not only use this form, but also to
build on it as you see fit.  Maybe you want to track how many times we cum
in your mouth or in your pussy.  Or maybe you want to track how many times
other guys hit on you or how many times you think about sex during the
day."

   "OK," Valarie said.  She liked working with numbers like that.  She
wasn't sure how it would help her feel sexier, but she was happy to go
along with it.  "What else?"

   "We also want you to keep a daily log of your experiences," Roy said. 
"We have set up this internal blog for you to use.  You can post your
thoughts, ask questions, post videos and pictures of yourself.  You get the
idea.  We won't always spend much time asking you what you think or how you
feel about certain things.  This will be your chance to share your ideas
and opinions without repercussion.  The only thing we ask for, again, is
honesty."

   "All right," Valarie said.  It was hard to argue with them - honesty
certainly didn't seem like an unreasonable request.

   "Now, every Monday we're going to require you to give a report on your
week's experiences.  We want to know what you did and what you learned from
it.  I encourage a dynamic presentation with video and pictures - they
definitely make it more interesting and will help your evaluation."

   "I see," Valarie said.  "I'm happy to do all of this, but, I'm worried
about having enough time."

   "We thought of that," Roy said, clicking another document.  "We're
working on a new new schedule.  We'd like you to take a look at it and
offer your suggestions based on how much time you think you need to
complete your tasks both in and out of work and still have some time for
yourself."

   "Wow, you guys have done all this today?" Valarie said.

   "Most of it," Roy said.  "Like I said, our computer guy is putting it
all on a secure intranet site for us.  He's a little curious about it, as
you might imagine."

   "Sure," Valarie giggled.  "Not exactly typical lawyer documents.  You
know, if I need to do anything to help make sure he, um, keeps it secure,
well..."

   "He hasn't asked yet," Roy said.  "But it's good to know if he starts
hinting that you're willing to play along and do what's best for the firm."

   "Of course," Valarie said.  "Anything within reason."

   "That's all we ask," Roy smiled.  He left her to play with the schedule
and the forms and joined Travers and Nelson on their conference call. 
Little did Valarie know that the three high-level lawyers were on the phone
with a very high-level client - a doctor with limitless cash, limitless
ego, limitless libido and a very checkered past.  The name Dr.  Frederick
Pound wouldn't mean much to Valarie, but to the women of south Florida, he
was legendary.  To some he was pure evil.  To others, he was the answer to
their sexual fantasies.  An inventor and scientist as much as a doctor, he
had used his genius to create a couple of wonder drugs - one which made his
cock grow to a ridiculous 12 inches and another which made him constantly
horny, able to produce erections and huge loads of sperm in a matter of
minutes.  His lust was insatiable and his fucking was relentless and savage
at times.

   He had a clean record in Miami, but prior to moving there, while still
in his trial stages of inventing new drugs, Dr.  Pound had gone too far too
fast with a few of his patients.  There had been complaints - all from
parents and girls chastised by jealous boyfriends, it turned out -- and
investigations but, thanks largely to the expert legal work of a then
relatively young lawyer named William Travers, Dr.  Pound had never been
formerly charged or convicted of any wrongdoing.  Still, he had found it
wise to move from Baltimore, one to get away from the scrutiny and two, to
go to the "Land of Plenty", as he called it, referring crudely to the vast
amounts of beautiful young women living and visiting the south Florida
area.

   Travers and Nelson had grown to know the man over the years.  They
didn't much approve of his tactics or his ego, but there was no denying
Pound's genius, wealth or loyalty to them for their legal help.  And there
was no denying that no man on earth knew more about the female anatomy than
Dr.  Pound.  That's why they were talking to him now, listening as he
explained exactly how to use the little device that lay before them on
Travers' desk.

   "Since this is my prototype and you gentlemen are testing it for me,"
Dr. Pound said, his deep voice booming through the speakerphone, "I have
taken the liberty of naming it after your young lady friend.  I believe you
referred to her as `Sweety Val'.  Well, you're looking at `Sweet Heat' or
the `Val Pal,' if you prefer.  I like Sweet Heat, personally."

   "That's a good name," Travers said, conscious of the constant need to
stroke Pound's ego.  "How's it work?"

   "Well, what you have here, gentlemen," Pound said dramatically, "is the
first device guaranteed to generate female arousal, monitor that arousal
and work as a gps - I call this version the Get Pussy Satellite - and the
best thing is that it can be implanted and will not need to be removed or
replace for years.

   "There are actually two parts," Pound said.  "The one that looks like a
watch battery goes just inside the vagina, on the top, as close as you can
get to the g spot.  It's a painless procedure.  The sticky substance on the
back is non-toxic and it will hold to her inner lining, no matter how wet
she gets or how hard you fuck her.  The device has tiny vibrating fibers
that are invisible to the naked eye and aren't felt by the patient, but
they actually act like tentacles that will gradually imbed themselves in
the soft lining of her pussy.  So, by the time the adhesive wears off in a
couple of weeks, it will be fully encased inside her."

   "Amazing," Travers said, no longer needing to patronize the twisted
doctor.  This was truly incredible stuff.  Travers was disgusted that the
doctor didn't put his genius to greater use for the greater good, but the
man was as egotistical and selfish as they came.  His wealth, his
intellect, virtually his every thought were poured into finding new ways to
maximize his sexual pleasure.  The man was an addict, no question.  Travers
was sickened by Dr.  Pound, but also in awe of his creations, including
this one.  "How do you do the um, installation?"

   "Simple, just give it a gentle push - unless you like an excuse to get a
little rougher - against the inside of her pussy," Pound said.  "You don't
have to mash it.  It will stick just fine.  Won't hurt her a bit.  Now, the
second piece will cause a little discomfort for about a day, but no real
pain.  After that, she won't even know it's there - until you zap her with
the remote."

   Travers held up the small silver bead that looked like something you
might see worn as a nose ring.

   "You just take that little ball and push it against her clit.  It will
help if her clit is engorged and aroused.  Hit the `implant' button on the
remote.  That triggers a tiny needle that will inject itself into her clit.
Yes, she'll feel a little prick.  If she wants to feel a really big one,
send her down here," Pound laughed at his own sick joke.  The others did
not.

   "From there, the ball acts much like the device in her pussy and will
become part of her body.  It's much less invasive or painful than a tattoo
or piercing, so don't feel like you're hurting the poor girl."

   "So, what does the little button do?" Nelson asked.

   "The button in her clit becomes the receiver and primary transmitter,"
Pound explained.  "It will transmit constantly, so you can find her via the
tracking system on your computer or the remote anytime, so long as she is
within 20 miles of you.  It will also provide constant monitoring of her
pussy - temperature, moisture level, state of arousal and yes, even climax.
It receives this information via signals from the device in her pussy.  It
can also send signals to that device.  Specifically, if you want to get her
warmed up for you, you have three buttons on your remote and also available
via your computer.  These signals work on a much shorter frequency and you
need to be within about 200 yards for them to work.  But you can signal the
device in her pussy to vibrate and/or heat up.  You can do the same with
the device in her clit."

   "I see those controls," Travers said.  "What's this `Talk' button?"

   "That's the best part," Pound said proudly.  "Hit that and the devices
talk to one another via a series of fast or slow - you choose - electrical
blasts that she will be able to feel.  They won't hurt, but they will feel
like little jolts of electricity.  Zap those at the right time and watch
her cum, boys."

   "Damn," Roy said.  "That's incredible.  You sure it won't hurt her?"

   "Positive," Pound said.  "I tested it on a few of my more adventurous
ladies here and they loved it."

   "I thought you said this was your prototype," Nelson said.

   "It is," Pound said.  "I've tested the components individually, but
never combined the gps with the other parts nor had the computer tracking
system in place.  You're test the first complete version."

   "Do you plan to sell it if it works?" Travers said, well aware that the
mysterious doctor had never sold his other inventions even though they
would have sold millions.  He had never been driven by money - always had
plenty of it.  His inventions were solely for his own pleasure, until now.

   "Nah," Pound said.  "I just like the idea of seeing how many of these
hot little cunts down here I can stick one of these in.  Track every pussy
in town.  Maybe herd them all together and zap them all at once - just a
big pile of bitches all cumming at once.  Yeah, I think I'd like that."

   "You're a very disturbed man," Travers said, surprised at how aroused he
was by the doctor's twisted fantasies.  "But I sure like this product.  I
think it's exactly what we need.  Your price still the same?"

   "Yep, hardly any price at all," Pound said.  "I'll be able to download
and track the same information you do from here.  That will give me a
baseline to compare to my girls here - see what works, if different girls
respond better or worse to different levels of stimulation, etc.  Imagine
customizing a Sweat Heat device for each girl.  Eventually I want to expand
the device to include breast and nipple and ass stimulators, but one step
at at a time.  So, your work with Valarie will be very helpful.  And for my
enjoyment, I would like to watch the implanting of the devices via a video
conference.  And send me a few pictures of her as well, if you would
please."

   "You got it," Travers said.  "We're going to implant it in the morning.
We'll call you then."

   "I thought we were going to do it now," Nelson said after Travers hung
up the phone.  "Why are you waiting?"

   "She seems to have had a breakthrough overnight," Travers said.  "I want
to let her keep feeling good about that and get used to her new schedule
and work load.  Plus, I want to give Jay time to get the web site up so he
can just add this tracking database to it.  And mainly because it's her day
off and I don't think I can put this in her, watch her cum and then not
want to fuck her.  In fact, Roy, I know tomorrow's your day, but you might
need to share at least a quick blowjob at some point during this implanting
process."

   "No problem," Roy said, partly because he wasn't about to argue with his
boss and partly because he knew the man would be fair in terms of how he
used his time and Valarie's.  He would return the favor to them both at
some point, no question about it.

   "Man, that Pound guy is a major prick," Nelson said.  "You sure we want
to deal with him on this?"

   "I've never liked dealing with him," Travers said.  "I didn't have a
choice years ago.  Now, I suppose I do.  But it's my job to set personal
feelings aside.  As much as I dislike him, I don't believe he's ever done
anything illegal.  And I really do think this will be a good thing for
Valarie.  She loves to learn and study.  I think she'll get off - literally
- on the idea of having her body studied in such intimate detail.  And
personally," he said, toying with the little remote, "I can think of a lot
less interesting video games than `Make the Office Slut Cum.'"

   "Agreed," Nelson said.

   "So, how's she doing with the new workload and schedule?" Travers asked.


   "She seemed to like the ideas," Roy said.  "I left her with the new
schedule and told her to take a look and make suggestions."

   "Good," Travers said.  "I haven't had lunch break yet.  Roy, have Val go
get us some lunch.  We'll eat in here and go over the new schedule while we
eat."

   By the time Valarie called in their lunch orders and walked to the diner
and back, Jay had come by to show them the new intranet site.  Realizing
that Jay would have more than a little question about what was happening,
Nelson and Travers filled him in, including the implant.  It took only a
few minutes for Jay to incorporate access to the data from the Sweet Heat
implants into the new site, which simply went by the name SweetyVal.com. 
Anyone stumbling on the site would be met by a blank page asking only for a
user name and password.  Only Jay, Nelson, Travers, Roy, Valarie and Dr. 
Pound would have access to it.  Once you entered the page, you were met
with a slideshow of Valarie in the various outfits Travers had photographed
her in during her private fashion show.

   Menu bars on the side included options to view or upload additional
pictures, view or upload videos, access the SweetHeat page and view or
update Valarie's schedule.  Valarie would also have access to update her
personal blog and weekly report - the others could only view it.  Nowhere
on the site were any of the men or the law firm mentioned.  Even in the
weekly reports and blogs, Valarie would be required to refer to them by
initials or code names only.  This, they believed, would help safeguard
them if someone did happen to hack into the page.

   "Really important that this all stays quiet, huh?" Jay asked, his
intentions obvious.

   "Yes, Jay," Travers said.  "May I assume that your trust can be secured
with a few privileges in addition to your pay?"

   "Whatever you think is fair," Jay said.  Jay was a young computer whiz
in his early 20s, but he looked and acted older than his years.  Tall and
slender with thin glasses that made him look smart rather than geeky, Jay
had already developed a well-earned reputation for loyalty,
trustworthiness, discretion and professionalism.  As such, he made a
killing off of small law and accounting firms like these who had high-end
clients but little need for full-time computer assistance.  By excelling at
his work and maintaining an impeccable reputation, Jay had a four-star list
of clients.  He wasn't about to spill the beans on whatever these guys were
up to with their intern.  They knew that as much as he did.  So offering up
Valarie was more of a thank you than a bribe, which is why Jay never asked
for terms or conditions and never would.  Their offer would be fair, he
would accept and enjoy whatever they gave.  And, judging by the pictures he
had seen so far, any time with Valarie would be a very nice gift indeed.

   He got his chance to see her in person a few minutes later when she
scurried back in, her long, athletic legs filling his view as she
approached the conference room, lunches in hand, perky breasts jiggling,
smile lighting up the room.  Jay just looked at Travers and gave him a
subtle nod as if to say, "Well done, I understand now."

   Valarie smiled at Jay as she walked in and quickly set the lunches down
on the table.  She didn't wait to be introduced.  "Hi, I'm Valarie," she
said, extending her hand and noting that Jay looked her squarely in the eye
as he took her hand and introduced himself.

   "Jay is our computer man," Roy said.  "He has the new site all set up.
We invited him to stick around for lunch so he could show us how everything
works."

   "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't get enough lunches," Valarie said, starting for
the door.

   "No, no," Jay waved his hands.  "I've already eaten.  Thank you, though.
I might just get a bite of something sweet later.  I like your accent, by
the way.  Scottish?"

   "Yes, thank you," Valarie said.  She took a seat and dug into her salad.
They were in the conference room all seated so they could see the large
flat-screen monitor on the wall.  Jay was using this to demonstrate the new
site to them.  Right now, the screen was the blank login page.  Moments
later, once he had logged in, Valarie nearly choked at the site of her
R-rated slideshow scrolling across the page.

   "Now do you see how beautiful you are?" Nelson asked her.  The question
caught her off guard.  While her initial reaction had been repulsion and
fear and disgust, Nelson had called her beautiful.  Not sexy.  Not slutty.
Not a hottie.  But beautiful.  Is that really what they saw in her?  She
hoped so.

   "I don't know," she said.  "I've never seen myself like that before. 
Never seen myself dress and pose like that.  I mean, my god, look at that.
My ass is hanging out and I look like a whore."

   "For what it's worth, I think you look beautiful too," Jay said. 
"Certainly not like a whore."

   "Thank you," Valarie said, her eyes still not believing what she was
seeing on the screen.  "No one else can see this, right?"

   "Not unless they have a password," Jay said.  "And the only people who
do are in this room.  Feel better?"

   "A little," Valarie said with a mock pout, her cute little nose
scrunched up, her sultry lips sticking out.  Jay was beginning to wonder
how these guys got any work at all done around here.  She was distracting
just sitting still.  Jay's eyes kept wandering to her as he demonstrated
how to upload videos and pictures, then showed Valarie how to use her login
to update her Excel grids, schedule and blog.

   "While we're here, did you have thoughts about your schedule?" Travers
asked.

   "Yes," Valarie said.  "I actually have a new one on my computer.  Jay,
can we upload it?" In a matter of seconds, Jay had the new proposed weekly
schedule on the screen.  He had a good idea of what was going on, Valarie
trading out some sex for whatever - big money or a job or whatever.  But
when he saw the calendar pop on the screen, he began to get a truer idea of
just what level these guys were operating on.  They had this hot little
babe's every minute accounted for, her time and - he assumed - her body
assigned to one of them at virtually all times.

   Jay took Valarie's seat while she stood before them, all ass and legs
and sweet hotness on display, her sparkling eyes meeting theirs.  Her
appearance said sex toy, her eyes and posture and poise said confident
young woman capable of addressing a room of powerful suits with a strong,
effective voice.  She might as well have been talking about stocks and
bonds as her revised office slut sex schedule.

   "As you can see," she began, her back and legs straight, showing them
her curvy profile as she looked up at the monitor, "I haven't changed any
of your days.  Roy would still have Tuesday and Friday, Jim on Wednesday
and Saturday and Billy on Thursday and Sunday.  Monday would still be my
day off, so to speak.  I think that works because I can tell that weekends
are going to be particularly, um, busy.

   "To that end, I would propose that every Monday be like today and start
with the morning off.  I found that time today really helpful and I'm sure
I will continue to need that time to rest.  I would then come in at noon,
finish my weekly report and present it at 3 p.m.  After the report, I would
leave for the day.

   "On Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays I propose set workout
times.  Since most of you seem to enjoy the early morning, um, activities,
I propose that my workout time be from 5 to 7 those nights, which includes
my time to travel to and from the gym.  I know that will cut into your time
those evenings, but I feel that the added benefits of my fitness, energy
level, endurance and flexibility will more than offset the loss of time.  I
welcome your thoughts on that matter."

   "I'm all for it," Nelson said.  "It's good time for you and there's no
doubt it benefits us as well.  I would like to consider looking into a
personal trainer who could customize a routine that would maximize your
workouts for both your benefit and ours."

   "Great idea," Travers said.  "I've actually heard of a woman who could
help us with that.  I'll make some calls.  Go on, Valarie."

   "I would also like to build in an hour every morning to accomplish two
things: one, give you the opportunity to inspect my appearance each day -
my clothing, my posture, body shape, hair, makeup, you name it.  And two,
to update my daily log and statistics while the events of the previous
evening are still fresh in my mind."
"Well thought out," Travers said.  "I would also like to have you
critique yourself, your own appearance.  I think it will be interesting to
see how we view you in different ways.  I see you have `soccer' labeled

there on Monday evenings.  What's that for?"

   "Well, I love to play soccer and I found a co-ed league that plays on
Monday evenings - outdoors this time of year, indoors in the winter,"
Valarie said.  "I would like to play in it, with your permission of
course."

   "Of course you may," Travers said.  "When's your first game?"

   "I'll sign up this week and then I guess I'll start as soon as a team
needs an extra player," she shrugged.

   "Well, I think your schedule is thorough and thoughtful," Travers said.
"I see no need to change anything.  Gentlemen?" Nelson and Roy both shook
their heads.  Valarie nodded and took her seat as Travers stood up and took
the floor.

   "All right, the last item we need to cover is Sweet Heat," he said.

   "I saw that on the web site," Valarie said, nodding toward the site that
Jay was now pulling back up on the monitor.  "What is it?"

   "It's this," Travers said, holding up the two small silver buttons and
the tiny, fit in the palm-of-your-hand remote.  "It's a new invention by a
brilliant but somewhat twisted doctor.  He's performed small, random tests
on it and it's safe, but you will be the first extended test subject."

   "Test subject?" Travers noted that her tone was inquisitive, interested,
not wary.

   "Yes," he smiled.  "We know you like to study things, analyze them.  So,
in addition to your own observations in your log and reports, you will also
receive hard data - and hopefully some significant pleasure - from this
device."

   Travers explained how the pieces would be implanted and the remote could
stimulate her, all the while, data about her body would be downloaded to
this new site.

   "Amazing," Valarie said.  Her mind was racing again.  She had felt so
good about the new reporting procedures and self-analysis.  Now this?  It
was incredible stuff and she liked the idea of being able to study her own
body so intimately, but this also felt invasive, permanent and a little
risky.  Her tummy felt queasy again.

   "Now, there are a couple of other pieces you need to be aware of,"
Travers continued.  "One, this doctor - his name is Pound - will have
access to the data and also wants to watch us implant the devices via
videoconference.  Two, Jay here is being entrusted with a great deal of
information - information that none of us want to get out.  We pay him well
for his services, but sometimes special services justify a bonus."

   Valarie glanced at Roy, recalling that he had tipped her off to just
what that bonus might be during their earlier conversation.  "I
understand," Valarie smiled at Jay, trying to hide her nervousness.  "If
there's anything I can do to properly reimburse Mr.  Jay, I will be happy
to do so, with your permission, of course."

   "Well, we all understand and respect that it's your day off from sex,"
Nelson said.  "So, we will do the implant tomorrow morning.  There might
be, um, extra services required of you at that time, not only by Jay, but
all of us.  It promises to be quite stimulating for us all, if you can
imagine."

   "I understand," Valarie said, putting on her best brave face.  She knew
they had done this and the new reports and everything in an attempt to ease
her mind.  It was sweet, really.  She tried to focus on that and the
positive vibe she had been feeling just a few minutes ago.  This was all
part of the new plan.  Nothing to be nervous about.  "I will do my best. 
I'm really excited about all of this.  The new site, the reports, the Sweet
Heat device.  I think this is exactly what I need.  Thank you all so much
for helping me."

   Jay shook his head in amazement.  This girl was offering her body in
every way imaginable to them and she was thanking them.  Damn.  He wasn't
sure how he was going to make it until tomorrow.  He had never wanted a
woman so much.  His cock ached with desire.  He couldn't wait until Tuesday
morning.

   Valarie left work around 3, being given the rest of the day off to
relax, shop, do whatever she wanted to do.  She was shopping at one of the
local malls trying not to think about the implants that would soon be part
of her body when her phone rang.  It was Roy.  "Hey, it's your day, so you
can say no if you want, but I have a favor to ask," he said.

   Valarie rolled her eyes.  Geez, he was going to get a blowjob or
whatever he wanted in the morning.  Couldn't he wait?

   "No, it's not what you think," he laughed.  "Look, you remember Travers
said he heard of a personal trainer?  Well, he made some calls.  She's
available tonight if you want to meet her.  Travers has already signed off
on covering all costs.  She ain't cheap, but she's supposed to be good and
really personalizes workouts to your needs.  Apparently, she's, um,
well-versed in the sort of exercises we have in mind."

   "OK," Valarie said.  "I'm curious now.  I already worked out today, but
I can do another one."

   "Well, I don't think this will be much of a workout," Roy said.  "More a
first meeting, maybe getting a baseline on your strength, flexibility,
endurance, you know, stuff like that, then working on a plan."

   "All right," Valarie said.  "When and where."

   "7 o'clock.  She does it out of her own basement," Roy said, giving her
the address.  "Her name is Cori Banks.  Supposedly she's doing some work
with some high-end clients.  She's new in town, but making a quick name for
herself.  Someone with a lot of money is funding her right now, Travers
says."

   Valarie finished her shopping trip, then went back to the hotel and put
on a workout outfit - a black thong, pink athletic shorts with the waist
band folded down, a black tank top and white tennis shoes.  The shorts
showed off the bottom curves of her ass and hugged the valley between her
legs tightly, outlining her pussy lips which were split by a g-string.  The
tank top had been cut at the top and the tear descended deep between her
breasts, revealing the inner curves and barely covering her nipples.  She
wasn't worried about coming across the wrong way.  She was sure Travers had
found some sort of sex-exercise specialist.  Hard to imagine such a person
existed, but leave it to Travers to find one.  She drove to Cori's house, a
nice looking home in a quiet suburb - not as fancy as any of the homes the
guys had, but certainly a quality home in a good neighborhood.  Like Roy
said, someone - either Cori or a backer - had some money to spend.

   She knocked on the door five minutes before seven and the door promptly
swung open.  Before her was a gorgeous blonde with perhaps the best body
she had ever seen.  Cori Banks was simply stunning.  Many women paid a lot
of money to try to look like her, but Cori didn't look like she'd had any
work done at all.  Her hair looked natural, her golden skin had a natural
tan and her blue eyes and bright smile were genuine.  Her curves were
impressive, but her breasts didn't have that bloated, balloon-shaped look
that many fake ones tended to.  They looked real under her white tank top.
Valarie noted that, like her, Cori was wearing no bra and her tank top
showed off her impressive, toned flat tummy.  Her legs were long and lean
and athletic and she imagined many a man had done a double take at her
shapely ass, encased now in a pair of tight gray shorts.  Valarie noted
that Cori looked ready to work out - hair in a ponytail, tank top, athletic
shorts - except that she was also wearing about 4-inch stiletto heels.

   "Hi Valarie," Cori said warmly, stepping back to let her in.  "I'm Cori.
It's very nice to meet you."

   "Nice to meet you," Valarie smiled back, shaking her hand.  "You have a
beautiful home.  And you're beautiful too."

   "Thank you," Cori blushed, and Valarie wondered how such a stunning
woman could be so obviously humble.  "You're quite attractive as well.  I
can see why your company values you so much."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, I charge a bit more than the average personal trainer," Cori
explained.  "I serve a fairly elite group of clientele.  If they just
wanted you to stay in shape, they'd pay your health membership and rent you
a $50 per hour trainer.  But they value you much more than that.  They want
your body to perform at its peak.  That's why they hire me."

   "Well, it will never look like yours," Valarie said, feeling slightly
intimidated.  Just when the guys had her half believing how beautiful they
thought she was, they sent her to this beauty?  Models and movie stars had
nothing on this woman.

   "Don't be silly," Cori said.  "Please, have a seat.  If you don't mind,
I'd like to just talk for a while - get to know you a bit and let you get
to know me.  That will help me determine the best way to work with you. 
Then, if we're both still comfortable with what we're doing, I'll get some
baseline numbers on your current condition.  Sound good?"

   "Sure," Valarie said, sitting on the light brown leather sofa in the
living room.  Cori sat across from her on a matching leather love seat.

   "Now, this might sound egotistical, but I have found that it helps
people to relax and trust me more if I share my story with them first,"
Cori said.  "Not because I'm anything special, but because I've had a
unique series of experiences that have led me here, and I'm finding that
many of my clients can relate to my story.  OK with you?"

   "Of course," Valarie said.

   "All right," Cori said.  "First off, I'll tell you that I'm 25 years old
and single.  I grew up in a small town in Georgia, went to college for a
couple years, ran out of money and ended up working in a body shop in my
hometown.  That's where this all started for me and I realized that sex
could be fun.  It could be dangerous.  It could be prosperous.  And, it
could be controlled by me as much as any man.

   "Now look, I don't think I'm anything special, but I know men find me
attractive.  Not something I brag about.  Just the way it is.  I used to
think it was just because there weren't many girls - hell, people - where I
grew up, so eventually the guys found some reason to want to screw every
girl in town.  But when I saved the body shop by, for lack of a better
description, becoming the company slut, I knew I was onto something."

   Valarie's eyes bugged when she heard "company slut" and she leaned
closer.  Cori just smiled in response.

   "I suspect you find yourself in a similar position," she said.  "And I
want to hear all about it, but let me tell you more of my story first.  I
worked out a deal where I had sex with all of the men I worked with.  In
exchange, they paid for most of my bills and gave me a job.  I dressed
extremely sexy at work and flirted with every man who came in the door.  We
eventually sold pictures and calendars and, well, the business took off. 
My, um, skills were put to use to help land a couple of particularly large
accounts.  One of the guys I worked with turned out to be a first-class
jerk.  The other three are like family to me and I'm still close with them
all today.

   "My step-father got sick and my mom didn't care enough to help him,"
Cori continued.  "He lived alone in San Diego and ran a restaurant and I
went to help take care of him and his business.  I hated to leave the shop,
but I felt like I had done about all I could do and I had responsibilities
to help my step-father.  Unfortunately, he turned into a bitter, horny old
man and, well, I couldn't stay long."

   "Oh dear," Valarie said.  "I'm so sorry."

   "It's OK," Cori said.  "Taught me what I needed to know about him.  I
met a very nice man out there who helped me and I ended up going on a much
needed vacation in a tropical paradise.

   "I know this is getting tedious, but bear with me.  All I wanted to do
there was relax, then go back to my boys at the body shop in Georgia.  Now,
I don't know if I bring this on myself or if it's fate or what, but somehow
I got into another mess.  I made friends - innocent, no sex - with a staff
member who helped show me around.  Sweet, sweet man.  Well, three arrogant
pricks took notice of me, then of my friend, and saw an opportunity. 
Either I do what they want or they file complaints and get this poor man
fired.  What would you do?"

   Cori didn't wait for an answer, but Valarie knew they shared a kindred
spirit.  She would have done the same thing, she imagined.

   "Well, I spent the rest of my vacation playing games with these
bastards, but lo and behold, one of them turned out to only be half a
jerk," Cori said.  "Oh, he got everything he wanted from me just like the
others, but he also saw some potential in me and helped me get a full
scholarship to a very good school down the coast.  His buddy was one of the
university leaders and I ended up doing a lot of things for him and the
school - made them a lot of money, but I also got an education.  I did an
internship at a sports marketing firm.  I earned my grades and degree by
hard work, nothing else.  That's what I'm most proud of."

   "You should be," Valarie said.

   "Thank you.  Well, anyway, I got out and started thinking about what I
could do, where I could go.  Again, before I could map out my own plan,
life led me here about a year ago.  A long time ago I put together a
workout regimen that helped me meet the demands that were being place on my
body every day.  I needed endurance, flexibility, core strength.  There
aren't a lot of exercises that simulate having your legs behind your head,
a cock in your mouth and a cock in your pussy.  Sorry if I'm being too
blunt, but ..."

   "You're not," Valarie interjected.  "My story will reassure you."

   "I assumed so," Cori smiled.  "So, anyway, I did my own exercises my own
way.  It turns out there is a market for this -- high-priced call girls,
adult entertainers, models, trophy wives, ambitious coeds.  And either they
or their male benefactors have the funds to pay for private sessions and a
regimen geared exactly to what they need.  If a girl can't do the splits or
put her legs behind her head, I can help.  If she can't deep throat, I can
help.  If she needs to trim her waist or strengthen her legs or make her
ass more firm, I can help."

   "And you do all of this out of your home?"

   "Yes, I have my basement set up with all the equipment I need," Cori
said.  Then, anticipating Valarie's next question, added, "I still have
some financial supporters, but I intend to be my own boss soon.  I envision
a whole line of exclusive fitness facilities serving three different
markets: the adult entertainers, coeds, interns, etc.  looking to get ahead
on their looks; the trophy wives and girlfriends sent by their boyfriends
and husbands and men."

   "Men?"

   "Oh yes, men.  Imagine a health club for men only where all the staff
were young attractive women.  Women who would lead yoga classes in thongs
and heels or would do jumping jacks in front of you with no bra while you
walked on the treadmill.  Women who would give full massages to help you
wind down after your workout.  How much do you think a guy would pay for a
membership to a gym like that?"

   "Any amount you asked."

   "Exactly," Cori smiled.  "It's a dream, but I think I can do it.  Even
have the name picked out - Bar Belles.  Get it?"

   "Yeah, I like it," Valarie laughed.  She really liked Cori a lot.  She
was so sweet and humble, but also honest and smart and independent.  She
understood why men swooned over her everywhere she went and tried to take
advantage of her.  She was happy to see that Cori had seemingly emerged
unscathed.

   "So," Cori said.  "Does all that blah-blah-blah help you feel a little
more comfortable about why you're here and sharing with me exactly what you
need me to help you with?"

   "Oh yes," Valarie said.  "My story isn't nearly as long or intense as
yours, but I think it's a similar story so far."

   Valarie told Cori about Sebastian, moving to the States, her nasty
landlord and her current deal with the law firm and the guys there.  Cori
listened attentively the whole time.

   "So, I'm not really sure what I need as far as exercise," Valarie
shrugged.  "I mean, endurance and flexibility, like you said, but I'm also
afraid I'm not as attractive to them as I want to be.  Not sure there's an
exercise to help with that, though."

   "Well, don't be silly about the attractiveness thing," Cori said. 
"You're beautiful, and obviously they think so too or they wouldn't have
picked you or being doing all this.  Now, I did talk to Mr.  Travers just a
little bit and he said they are all wild about those legs and that ass, so
he wants to make sure we maintain that and then just do what we can to keep
you flexible yet firm.  He also said you commented that you feel a bit
awkward at times, particularly when you're dancing or in your heels."

   "Yeah, I just feel clumsy instead of sexy," Valarie said.

   "No problem," Cori nodded.  "We can work on that.  From now on, please
bring a pair of heels with you - whatever size you normally wear.  For
today, I'd say we're about the same size, so let me see if I have something
you can wear."

   Cori brought Valarie a pair of 4-inch stilettos that matched her own
except that these were black whereas Cori's were clear.  She led Valarie
downstairs and Valarie saw that she did indeed have an impressive workout
area.  It resembled a regular gym in that there was a treadmill and an
elliptical machine, an exercise bike and a few weight machines and benches.
But there were several other contraptions Valarie didn't recognize and
along the far wall were not one, but two stripper poles.  Mirrors lined all
four walls and a sound system pumped thumping dance beats into the room.  A
computer and desk sat in one corner and Cori went straight to this, pulling
up a file labeled "Valarie."

   "OK, we're going to start with a baseline assessment - height, weight,
measurements, flexibility, endurance, strength and a few other things you
won't find on your normal physical fitness test.  From there, we'll see
where you need to maintain and where you need to improve.  You'll come back
tomorrow and I'll have a plan ready to go.  Sound good?"

   "Sounds great!" Valarie said.

   Cori began by recording Valarie's age, height, weight and measurements.
She tested her flexibility - Valarie could do the splits and put her legs
behind her head, but she struggled to put one leg straight up in the air
and keep her balance, especially in the heels.  She was able to lay on her
belly and grab her ankles behind her back without any problem, but found it
difficult to hold the position for a long time.  On the other hand, she
could bend over at the waist and grab her ankles and hold the position for
long periods of time.  Getting in these positions, Valarie understood why
one of the guys might want her to do so and why she might be there for a
while.  Cori knew what she was doing all right.

   Valarie's overall leg strength was good, but her arms needed a bit of
work.  "Have your hands tied above your head for a couple hours or have to
jerk off three or four guys at one time and you'll see why arm strength is
important," Cori explained.  "We won't test your endurance today, but
tomorrow we'll put you through a rotation of exercises and get an idea for
how long you can go.  I'm sure you've already had the all-nighters.  Those
can wear you down, especially if you do them two or three days in a row. 
You're very fit, but we'll do our best to take you even farther and make
you an iron woman."

   For the deep throat test, Valarie handled a 9-inch dildo just fine, but
10 inches and above was a struggle.  "Those big cocks are out there," Cori
said.  "I recommend any women in your position be able to take up to 12
inches.  It's all about mind over matter and muscle control.  Sound like
Yoga?  It should."

   "Yoga for cocksuckers?" Valarie giggled.

   "Yeah, that's pretty much it," Cori laughed too.  "It sounds funny, but
it works.  Makes those guys who try to choke you with their eight inchers
or want to stuff their balls in your mouth a little easier to handle too."

   "Can I ask you something?" Valarie said.  Cori nodded.  "Do you still
like sex?"

   "You mean, because I have had so much of it and some of it has been
somewhat against my will?  Yeah, I love it.  Absolutely love it.  I started
the whole thing at the body shop because I loved the attention, loved the
power of controlling men's thoughts, manipulating them with a simple bend
or twist.  Makes you feel beautiful and powerful and, well, wanted.  I
absolutely love teasing and pleasing men.  Do you?"

   "I don't know," Valarie said.  "I mean, yes, I love pleasing them, but
I'm struggling with the teasing.  When I bend over and show them my ass
while I pick up a pen, I feel silly instead of sexy.  Know what I mean?"

   "Sure," Cori said.  "That's totally natural.  It just takes time.  You
have the body for it and that smile and those eyes must drive them crazy.
You learn to suck on your finger like you didn't plan it but just wanted to
wrap those pouty lips around and, oh my, I didn't know anyone saw me - you
master that expression, you'll have them melting for you.  That's when you
have the power and the fun and you start to see it all for what it is - a
lot of silly role playing that is harmless and beneficial to everyone
involved when you get the right situation."

   "I'm just trying to get through a year, then I'll see what happens,"
Valarie said.

   "Well, it might only be a year, but remember, men are always going to
want to fuck you, so even if you aren't working there a year from now,
someone else is going to be chasing your hot little tail," Cori said.  "So,
learn what you can now.  You never know how it might help you later on."

   The next morning, Valarie got to work an hour early.  The guys had asked
her to do so in order to miss as little actual work time as possible.  With
the implant ready to go in first thing, she decided to make herself easily
accessible with a black mini skirt with pleats that flared around her hips
and a red half sweater with three buttons in front.  The short skirt showed
off her upper thighs when it hung straight and the slightest movements
easily caused it to flare and show her bare buttocks.  She buttoned only
one button of the half sweater, letting her firm breasts strain against it
and her nipples dent the soft fabric.  She wore five-inch black pumps.  Her
red thong seemed pointless right now, so she put her hair in a ponytail,
using the thong as a ribbon.

   She was excited about a lot of things today.  The way the meeting had
gone with the guys yesterday was awesome.  Everyone understood and
supported her and they had renewed her energy for this job.  Cori had been
amazing to meet last night.  And the whole thought of implanting devices in
her pussy and clit today had her moist with anticipation.  The knowledge
that a new cock - Jay's - awaited her and that a voyeur, the mysterious Dr.
Pound, would be watching, made it that much more exciting.  She was
starting to see what Cori meant about teasing and pleasing and being in
control.  She hadn't thought about it that way.  Up until now, she had
relinquished control to the guys.  While they were still technically in
charge, she could see now how she might be able to manipulate them.

   She tried no to appear too anxious when she strode into the office, but
if her sparkling eyes didn't give her away, her dripping pussy would have.

   "Looks like you're ready to go today," Nelson smiled.  Travers and
Nelson were already there and had Dr.  Pound on videoconference through the
computer.  Jay and Roy arrived minutes later.

   Valarie told them all about Cori, noting that Dr.  Pound seemed
particularly interested, even asking for Cori's phone number.  Valarie also
noted that the guys had prepared for the morning's events by covering the
conference table with three large quilts and she appreciated their
thoughtfulness.  She laid down on the table and lifted her legs in the air,
her pussy in full view of Dr.  Pound, who seemed to be providing
unnecessary direction on how they should stick their finger in her pussy.
Roy helped hold Valarie's legs over her head and Nelson inserted the first
device into her pussy.

   "A little deeper," Dr.  Pound's voice boomed.  "No, not too deep.  Just
about the first knuckle.  Good, now hook your finger up and stick that
thing to her pussy wall.  You don't have to push too hard.  Don't want to
hurt our little sweety."

   When Nelson pulled his finger out of Valarie's pussy, he licked it off.
"She's that sweet, huh?" Pound teased.  "Wish you could send me a little
sample.  OK, now rub her a little bit and make sure she's good and wet and
that little clit is saying hello for you."

   They let Jay rub her pussy and after a few minutes he gave the wet
thumbs up sign that she was ready to go, then licked her juices from all
five fingers.  Travers stepped forward with the pin for her clit and Nelson
held her lips back so he'd have a clear shot.  As gently as he could he
inserted the tiny needle into her clit.  Valarie felt the little prick, but
it didn't really hurt.  Just like a little sting from a baby bee.

   "OK, before you put her legs down, let's test the remote," Pound said.
"Hit `Talk'.  What do you feel, Valarie?"

   "Oh my," she gasped.  "It's, it's like little lightning bolts inside my
pussy.  Oh, ahhh."

   "Good," Pound said.  "Now try the left dial."

   "What's that do?" Travers said.

   "You'll see." Travers turned the knob on the left about half a turn.

   "Oh, what is that, oohh!" Valarie squirmed.

   "That, my dear, is that little thing spinning around in your pussy.  Do
you like it, slut?" Pound asked.

   "Yes, yes," she said.

   "Try the right dial." Travers turned it and instantly Valarie's hips
bucked off the table.

   "Spins in her clit, too," Pound chuckled.  "The red button at the bottom
turns up the heat on both devices.  Hit it once for every degree you want
to warm her up."

   "Oh, I feel that," Valarie said.  "Very warm.  Shit, that feels so
good."

   "Now, gentlemen, you can see the fun you can have with this," Pound
said. "You can torment her for hours, turning it off and on, up and down,
or you can get her off in about a minute.  Turn on the heat, rotation and
jolts all at once and she'll cream all over that quilt."

   "I'm about to cream all over it too," Roy said.  He was still holding
Valarie's ankles over her head, but she had noted the bulge in his pants
and was rubbing it with both hands.

   "Looks like your girl is ready for some cock," Pound said.  "Any of you
man enough to satisfy this little bitch, or will she have to rely on my
invention to do the work of four men?"

   "Fuck your invention," Roy spat as Valarie worked the zipper down on his
slacks and his cock slipped out onto her forehead.  Valarie heard other
zippers and the clink of belt buckles as pants hit the floor and the room
filled with throbbing penises.

   "What's your pleasure, Jay?" Travers asked.

   "What are my choices?"

   "Mouth or pussy," Travers said.  "We haven't tapped that ass, as the
kids say, just yet.  But I assure you, you'll be very pleased either way."

   "Mouth," Jay said.

   "Given our time constraints, I suggest we pair up," Travers said.  He
directed traffic.  Valarie got off the table and Jay laid down on it, his
knees hanging over the edge, his cock sticking straight up in the air. 
Valarie positioned herself between his legs, then bent over at the waist
and spread her legs slightly.  Jay unbuttoned her sweater and Roy yanked
down her skirt.  Her breasts hung down, pushing her sweater aside and she
stepped nimbly out of the skirt, her legs looking long and inviting, their
shape accentuated by her heels.  She wiggled her ass at Roy and looked over
her shoulder at him, desperately wanting him inside her.  The heated
buzzing inside her most private parts was demanding attention, like an itch
she couldn't scratch.  Ah, but a thick hard cock could provide some relief.

   She looked at Jay and saw the lust in his eyes.  A drop of pre-cum
already dotted the head of his cock, which was thick and veiny and looked
like a nice mouthful.  Somehow, amidst all the commotion, including
seemingly endless commentary by Pound, she remembered her training and gave
Jay cute, puppy-eyed looked with pouty lips, "May I have the honor of
sucking your cock, sir?" she said in a sweet, innocent voice.  "Hell yes,"
Jay said.

   Valarie smiled and put her hands behind her back and lowered her mouth
over the head of his cock, tasting that salty pre-cum and cleaning it off
for him.  She worked the top half of his cock with her tongue and lips and
a good amount of suction, tasting and teasing him.  She felt Roy move in
behind her and his cock bumped against her ass cheek.  Then he guided it
inside her steamy pussy which celebrated his arrival and clamped tightly
around his shaft.

   "Lick my balls," Jay said.  He held his cock against his belly and she
lapped and sucked at his balls, licking the sensitive area just beneath
them, then running her tongue roughly over the taut skin encasing his
balls. He offered his cock back to her by bumping it on her nose and she
went back to work.  This time, his hands went to the back of her head and
she heard Pound chuckle, "That's it.  Let's see if this bitch can deep
throat." He sounded like such a creep.  Why were Travers and the guys
involved with him?  That thought lasted only a split second, interrupted by
the waves of pleasure now coursing through her vaginal walls as her orgasm
finally hit.

   "She's cumming!" Pound yelled seconds before she actually did. 
Somewhere in the back of her lust-filled brain she realized he was watching
the data from her pussy.  Could he actually tell she was cumming?  She
didn't care.  She came hard, then felt the devices spinning inside her and
realized Nelson was playing with the remote, driving her even further over
the edge.  She had lost control of her body.  It had been taken over by
four intruders, two big cocks and two tiny little silver buttons, all of
them forcing her body to do things, to perform, to be a vehicle for all
things sex.

   She was also about to become a vehicle for sperm, which would soon be
shot into her body through two different orifices.  Jay was close, she
could tell.  His cock was lodged deep in her throat, much to the delight on
one Dr.  Pound, she imagined, and he was forcing her head up and down as
fast as he could.

   "Here, I can help with that," she heard Roy say.  Then she felt Jay's
hands let go only to be replaced by Roy's, who was now shoving her head
down on Jay's cock, the weight of Roy's body providing that much more
downward force.  Normally she would have pulled back once he started
cumming and sucked the cum out of his cock.  But Roy kept her head pinned
down and Jay's semen shot directly into the back of threat.  She swallowed
as fast as she could, but much of it oozed back around his shaft, filling
in the little bit of space left in her mouth, forcing her cheeks to puff
out.  Roy kept her head in place even after Jay was done and she had to
force herself to keep sucking into the back of her throat so she could
swallow it down.  Finally Jay gave Roy the sign that he was done and
Valarie came up for air, taking a big gulp, which elicited another evil
chuckle from Pound.

   "Bitches can't breathe cum - at least not yet," he said to everyone and
no one in particular.  "Maybe one of these days I'll invent a pill for that
too." Valarie noticed that no one seemed to be responding to anything he
said.  Even in their combined states of lust, they found his comments
crude.

   As Jay climbed off the table and her body reached a plateau from the
ecstasy of her orgasm and the strain of swallowing his cock, her mind
cleared a bit.  Roy was pounding her hard now, his balls slapping against
her wet pussy, which was still all tingling and warm and gooey.  As she
listened to him grunt and ground her body against his, it occurred to her
that this was a monumental day.  Her first double penetration, her first
gang bang.  Then it occurred to her that she had used the word "first",
which implied there would at least be a second.  Would there?  Oh goodness,
what kind of slut had multiple gang bangs?  Yet she knew there would be
more.  She'd been here less than a week and already she was doing four guys
at once.  Could she really expect to go a full year without a few repeat
performances?  The stuff of forbidden fantasies for most women was becoming
her daily reality.  She smiled as Roy pulled out and yanked her off the
table.  She opened her mouth just in time, taking her second load of cum in
as many minutes.  This load coated her tongue which she held out for him
like a panting puppy dog.  She held it there, trying not to think about the
disgusting taste, until he finally nodded and told her to swallow.

   "Doesn't much care for the taste yet, does she boys?" Pound chuckled. 
How did he know?  She hadn't made a face or gagged or anything to tip him
off.  "Might need to put her on a cum diet for a week or so.  Slut will be
begging for a drink from your cock before you know it.  Tell her it will
make her tits grow."

   Again, no one responded so Valarie ignored the crude doctor and watched
as Travers and Nelson stepped forward, holding their cocks in their hands.
Travers sat in one of the conference room chairs and Nelson and Valarie
climbed onto the table.  In order to get to Travers' cock, Valarie had to
lean way over the edge of the table, putting her hands on the arms of
Travers' chair to keep herself from falling.  Due to the strain on her neck
and back, she had to use her arms to basically do pushups so she could
raise her head up and down on his cock.  In this precarious position, her
ass was pointed high in the air, her knees on the table, spread wide for
balance.  Nelson knelt behind her and sunk his cock into her wet and wide
open pussy.  His strong hands held her around the waist, providing
additional support.

   She stopped worrying about falling and focused on fucking.  Her pussy
was several steps of ahead of her.  Spurred on by the randomly spinning,
jolting, warming buttons inside her, commanded now by Jay and Roy, she was
wet and warm and building toward another orgasm that promised to hit soon.

   "Orgasm warning!" Pound shouted.  "Your bitch is gonna blow again soon."

   If it was possible to take the fun out an orgasm, the annoying doctor
was doing it.  Valerie tried to shut her ears while her mouth and pussy
stayed wide open, providing welcoming homes for her two latest guests.  She
was having trouble getting low enough to deep throat Travers.  "Put your
hands behind your back," he said, putting his hands on her chest.  She
trusted him and put her hands back.  Then he removed his hands from her
chest and all her weight fell forward until she was supported only her
lips, the base of his cock and Nelson's strong hands.  She couldn't help
but deep throat him now.  The only way she could pull off Travers' cock was
for one or both of the guys to push her back up on the table.  Until then,
it was up to Travers and his trusty sword to keep her from falling.

   Unfortunately, Nelson had all but given up on fucking her right now,
which caused her orgasm to subside just before it hit.  But the desire to
feel Nelson back inside her drove her to work as hard as she could on
Travers, using her tongue and suction to make up for the lack of head
bobbing.  And it was working.  Travers was groaning and squirming in the
seat, pumping his cock as much as he could.  It jerked inside her mouth
three times, then on the fourth, the cum started flying, hitting the roof
of her mouth and splashing down on her teeth, gums and tongue.  It started
sliding back down his shaft and she slurped it back into her mouth,
determined to take in every drop.

   Driven by the urgent need to have cock back inside her, she finished
sucking Travers dry and hopped off the table at Nelson's direction.  He sat
in one of the chairs and Valarie climbed on top of him, sticking her
slender legs through the holes between the arm rests and the seat so that
she could lower herself completely onto him.  As soon as she felt his cock
part her willing lips, she was sure the temperature in her pussy shot up 10
degrees.  The heat and tingling returned instantly, only partly due to her
new implants.

   Nelson sensed that she needed to get off, so he sat back and let her
ride him at her pace, which was fast and determined.  She was using the
strength in her well-toned legs and hips to bounce up and down and grind
her pussy down onto his shaft.  She felt so hot, she was pretty sure their
friction could start a fire.  Nelson's cock felt unbelievable inside her,
so steely strong and rigid and thick.  She was aware that five men were
watching her at her absolute sluttiest.  Her nipples were hard, her body
glistened with sweat, dried cum clung to her chin and her pussy was making
seductive, wet sounds on his cock.  She was bouncing and moaning and
grinding and humping.

   "Zap her, she's coming," Pound said.  She felt the electric jolts in her
pussy and clit intensify.  Nelson's cock flexed and swelled, close to
exploding.  She beat him the punch, cumming hard but never slowing her
pace. She rode him right through one orgasm and into the next, her third of
the morning coinciding with Nelson's cock erupting inside her.  They both
slumped in the chair, arms and legs entwined.

   "They tell me that was your first gang bang," Pound said, breaking their
moment of rapture.  "You came three times, my dear.  Safe to say you'll
jump at the chance the next time someone mentions a gang bang?"

   "Um, I don't know," Valarie said softly.

   "Sure you do, but you can keep pretending if you want," Pound sneered.
Valarie thought she heard voices in the background behind him, but wasn't
sure.

   "Listen, doc," Nelson said, trying to control his rising anger, "cut her
some slack, all right.  She's a classy girl, not one of your whores."

   "Not yet," Pound taunted.

   "Not ever," Nelson said flatly.

   "Oh, I'm not good enough for your little princess, I suppose," Pound
said.  "She's so pristine, I forgot.  Doesn't like fucking.  Doesn't dress
like a slut.  Oh wait, she came in wearing her underwear in her hair and
came three times while fucking four guys.  You'll forgive me for not
confusing her with the Queen of England.  As far as not wanting me, well,
you might be right.  After all, she gets four cocks all to herself.  Me,
well, I share my cock with six women at one time."

   The camera shifted and they looked at the monitor as six beautiful young
women appeared on screen.  They all were topless and wore only g-strings,
thigh-high stockings and stilettos.

   "With all due respect to the Rev.  Jesse Jackson, I call this my Rainbow
Coalition," Pound said.  Indeed, the girls represented a wide range of
colors.  He had a brunette, a blonde, a redhead, an Asian, an
African-American and a Latino.  "I'd introduce you, but I don't know their
names.  I just say bitch or slut or cunt or whore and they all answer.  Go
figure.  Anyway, Sweet Valarie, tonight when you're laying in bed by
yourself, playing with your clit, just think about what you're about to
see. Think about more cock than you've ever seen, more cum than you've ever
tasted, a better fuck than you've ever had.  Watch and you'll see why they
line up every day for me."

   He shut up finally and they watched as he pulled out his cock and waved
it front of the camera.  It was hard to judge the size until he called one
of the girls - the redhead - over and had her kneel down.  He draped his
cock over her head like a hair band.  It was huge.  Valarie gasped in spite
of herself.  Slowly she climbed off Nelson and they all gathered around the
screen, not wanting to watch but unable to look away as the girls
positioned themselves, kneeling in front of him.

   The girls arranged themselves carefully until one was below him, between
his legs, sucking on his balls.  Another, the black girl, was sucking the
head of his penis.  The other four somehow managed to each find room to put
their mouths on the sides of his cock.  Six mouths, one cock.  It was a
massive organ.

   The girls all looked to be very experienced.  Big fake tits on four of
them, collagen-injected lips on three, telltale tongue and nipple
piercings. Valarie guessed most of them were escorts or strippers, but
somehow she got the feeling they weren't being paid for this.  The joy and
excitement in their face seemed real, their hard nipples and occasional
touches of their own pussies suggested at genuine arousal.  And they
devoured his cock like it was their first meal in months.

   For his part, Pound seemed quite calm and relaxed, like this was
something that happened all the time.  Valarie wondered if it really did or
if he was all talk and cock.  After several minutes of the suck fest, the
girls all stopped as if on cue and knelt down on the floor in a line,
shoulder to shoulder, hands behind their backs, tits out, mouths open,
tongues out.  Pound reappeared on the screen, his monstrous cock sticking
straight out.  He stood next to the first girl, the blonde, and stroked his
cock.  The girls all tilted their heads back, noses pointed straight up in
the air.

   Pound looked at the camera, grinned and then fired an unbelievably long
strand of rope-like cum across the line of beauties, watching as it landed
square on the nose of the brunette - the girl farthest from him - and fell
in a continuous line across the noses of the other five girls.  He shifted
his feet slightly to the left and then, as if he had just reloaded a
shotgun, pumped his cock again and sent another rope across their faces,
this one dropping across each tongue.

   As unbelievable as the volume and aim of his spurts was the fact that
Pound stopped after the second one, held his cock up against his belly,
smiled at the camera again, then pumped his cock and fired a third stream
that landed across each forehead.  Somehow, he not only seemed able to stop
and start his orgasm at will, but also showed no signs of decreasing the
volume of his spurts nor the size of his erection.

   "Impressed yet, Sweet Slut?" he asked.  He turned back and hit each
breast with the fourth rope.  The fifth and final shot resulted in five
milk mustaches.  The he shoved his cock into the blonde's mouth and she
extracted whatever was left.

   "How many times do you think you'd come riding on this?" Pound taunted,
waving his still hard cock at them.  "Thanks for letting me be part of the
show today.  Valarie, remember, I'll be watching you."

   The monitor went blank and everyone slowly started getting dressed,
exhausted by the morning's events and dazed by what they had just seen.