Recruiter for Skill: Chapter 7
Submission
A knock sounded on the door. Naked Ned swung the door open, welcoming back Clarissa, who had come back from informing her mother of her decision to dwell in the resort instead of the liberal arts campus.
Clarissa's plan hadn't been her mother's idea for the intervention holiday, but it was a better alternative to her worsening situation in university life. Her mother kissed her goodbye and good luck, intending to forward her belongings and keep the jewelry; she might seek advice from Mr. Jackson on the puzzling catch.
Ned welcomed Clarissa inside and instructed her to stand in the center of the room.
"The bellhop assigned to you will arrive shortly. He'll lead you to your new home. But first, I must get my shirt back."
Clarissa recalled her discarded risqué gown from the night before and bent down to retrieve it. Ned stopped her and tore the dress away.
"I'll return it to the boutique for credit and sale."
Looking for an alternative, she scanned the room and found nothing. Ned jokingly asked, "I need my shirt back. Please give it to me."
Clarissa hesitated for a moment before undoing the shirt buttons from neck to waist. She had been with this naked man three times since the party and he had witnessed all of her, as he had said he desired. Ned allowed her to remove the shirt, revealing her stomach. Upon closer examination, Ned noticed the man had left a creamy residue between her panties and her pussy lips, remnants of his previous release merged with her natural fluids.
Ned presented himself to Clarissa, wearing only his briefs, exposing his back. She stood next to him in her sequin-covered strappy heels, her wet panties with stains in the crotch, gold wristbands, gold choker, and hairclip at the base of her ponytail. The makeup on her face stayed intact, despite their previous frolicking. The other parts of her body were displayed willingly as a young, nubile subject on display.
There was a knock on the door and Ned ordered "Enter". A bellhop entered the room.
Clarissa raised her hands to her breasts, trying to cover them. Ned took her wrists and lowered them to her sides.
"Ms. Clarissa, how dare you?" said Ned with a stern and harsh tone. "To me, you are Mr. Jackson!"
Tears formed in Clarissa's eyes as she wept silently.
"I'm sorry, N-Mr. Jackson. What should I wear now?"
"Your current attire," he explained.
Clarissa peered at the bellhop who eyed her chest hungrily as her wrists were tied behind her back with inset gold bands. The gold bands could be shattered, but if she did so, there would be repercussions. Clarissa nodded in acquiescence, seemingly aware of the consequences.
Ned softened his expression, explaining, "This is the first step in your adventure. While it may seem challenging at times, you'll be safe here and avoid substantial harm. But there will be some pain..."
He opened a bedside drawer and fetched a 6-foot -long gold chain with snap and hoop attachments. He fastened the clip to the tiny inset ring behind Clarissa's neck and called for the bellhop, displaying her entire body to him. He offered the leash ring to him.
"Assist her to lunch and her assigned room. Enjoy a longer route; she needs to practice walking in high heels with her hands bound. However, if she takes a tumble and gets hurt, it will cause repercussions for you."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Jackson" replied the bellhop.
Clarissa trembled at Ned's soft whisper, "You're capable, Clarissa. Listen carefully and follow instructions. Afterward, obey."
He urged, "Go now, be a good girl."
Clarissa remained silent, her gaze trained ahead as she felt both fear and anticipation. Ned gestured to his bodyguard, who gradually stepped back towards the exit, allowing for some slack in his chain. She felt a pull on her neck but remained rooted in place, a moment's hesitation gripping her. Jackson playfully smacked her bottom to remind her of her obedience.
Frantically, Clarissa locked her index fingers, causing her shoulders to raise while her breasts perked on her chest.
She took a hesitant step, then another, and another. With each stride, her breasts bounced and her hips moved in a walk reminiscent of a model.
Clarissa's pursuit for sexual fulfillment had begun.
* Journey *
Reddening from embarrassment, Clarissa observed the path taken by the bellhop. They traversed the garden paths, the pool deck, and the indoor recreational areas. There were numerous groups of people, some nearly naked, either lounging or participating in activities. One naked girl was kneeling on the grass, blowing a man. This was the high-end side of the resort island, her new residence.
Throughout her heels and cuffs practice walk, she was mocked by various men. She felt her breasts bobbing and gyrating to the cadence of her uneven stride. Some complimented her, others taunted her.
"Welcome... never seen you here before... hope you show up more... nice tits, babe... you must've been a naughty girl... I like naughty girls..."
Upon reaching the dining room, there were several topless hostesses seated around the tables. The bellhop took her to a table with threefemale staff members. Hailing from different ethnicities, they were dressed in nothing but high heels and thong panties, just like herself, but of different colors.
The bellhop unlocked her fragile rings. Clarissa had kept them intact throughout the journey, so she wouldn't be disciplined for damaging them. He then addressed the women at the table.
"Girls, this is Clarissa Conners, a prospective staff member, who started today. Bring her some food, and I'll swing by later for further orientation."
Leaving her, a curvaceous woman named Huggies guided her to the buffet table and assisted her with bringing her plate to the table. Clarissa was ravenous and quickly consumed her meal.
"Gosh, girl. You must be starving. What have you been up to?"
"I was fucked three times before being brought here in bondage and tall heels."
"Oh, that's fantastic! Was it a pleasurable experience or a rough one?"
"A little of both. I was apprehensive when it first started but decided to join the staff here to advance my gender understanding."
Together, they laughed and engaged in stories, recounting sorts of experiences with Jackson's cavernous cock. They were thrilled by her story, eagerly seeking details, as they had experiences with his bed skills but hadn't indulged in the same since. They were eager to find out more.
"Mr Manfredi is often a nuisance. He usually prefers the Area Managers for his carnal pleasures, but if he takes a fancy to you, be compliant. He gets sensitive about his manly ego, and if threatened, he becomes aggressive."
The bellhop returned, detaching her from his leash and taking her elsewhere in the staff building to her room. There, he found the hidden screws that released the gold collar and cuffs. He placed them in a drawer, indicating that she could retrieve them if future scheduling necessitated it.
Referring to her schedule, he showed her the computer. It featured a touchscreen with her daily itinerary and dress code. Perusing days in advance, she observed that her responsibilities were light, and her dress code repetitive: heels and thong panties.
"Explore your new domicile. Bathe, groom, and be prepared by 2 for your next appointment."
By 2, she had cleaned herself, fixed her hair and makeup, and exchanged her spent panties for fresh ones. She was guided to Ms Daniels, the Assistant General Manager, where she spent the afternoon with her, meeting the other Department Heads and receiving instructions. Her initial assignment was in Recreation, though she would be rotating through the other departments monthly.
Dinner was an individual meal with the General Manager, who inquired of her past and future plans and stared at her exposed breasts the entire time. Yes, he informed her at the end of the meal, those subtle tan lines needed to fade.
The woman returned to her room, stepping inside and detecting a presence. She opened the door to the ensuite bathroom and a man walked out, someone she recognized well. He was wrapped in a towel, his hair still damp from a fresh shower, wearing next to nothing. She had previously seen him in the same state, but this time even less: naked.
"Mr. Jackson, I thought you had your own guest suite."
"I do. But I wanted to see how you're managing and bid farewell before leaving the island for my duties."
Clarissa could've been taken aback a few days ago by a nearly naked middle-aged man in her room. However, given that she was also half-naked, perhaps it felt appropriate in this peculiar resort. She yearned for some time alone to process the new surroundings and situations. It was all so baffling.
"May I assist you in getting ready for your departure, Mr. Jackson?"
"Not yet. I don't leave until tomorrow."
He tossed the towel aside, standing naked before her. His flaccid penis twitched, hinting at what was to come later. With everything that had happened to her so far, she expected "goodbye" to last the entire night. She remained still, allowing him to make the next move.
He approached her and kissed her lips. Clarissa had been fucked by him the night before and it felt like she had no say in what happened.
He grabbed her hands and pulled them behind his back, pressing his chest into hers. Her breasts compressed against his, and he twisted to keep their mouths and nipples touching.
He loosened his grip, and her palms touched his behind. His hands went to her ass as they melded into one. He slid between her legs and removed her panties, leaving them both naked except for her heels. His cock recovered from her touch.
They had their first sexual encounter, taking things slow, gentle, and respectful. It didn't feel like a chore to her; she was honored to satisfy his desires.
The second round had her kissing his lips, nipples, licking his belly button, kissing his inner thighs, tickling his knee pockets, and blowing hot air on his scrotum and penis.
Her lips touched the head of his cock, lightly swallowing his knob. One more inch disappeared beneath her mouth but still in contact: kissing penis. Ned was fully erect, and Clarissa's pussy was wet. It was time for a deeper union.
She slid onto his hips, wrapping his shaft inside her, as her cunt enveloped his penis. He smirked slightly, proud of his cock nerves being submerged in her fragrant juices.
They moved back and forth, long strokes, quick thrusts, little bounces. They knew the other was enjoying it: moans, grunts, murmurs, and softer noises, tones on the rise, and then he climaxed with an intense howl and she cried out her pleasure before collapsing onto his body, her breasts resting on his chest and her lips against his.
The third encounter comprised of sidesaddle positions, releasing his final semen charge as daylight broke. Clarissa lay in bed, trapped by his arms, limping through her final orgasm. Ned exited the bed, collecting her hand and guiding her to the shower. They caught their breath while amidst the warm water spray, but the sheer amount of sex they'd had meant more lovemaking was out of the question.
"Now, Mr. Jackson, may I help you get dressed for your journey?"
"You may," he replied.
She dried his hair, body, and feet. Then she retrieved his clothing: freshly cleaned and folded.
She aided in him putting on his boxers one leg at a time, offering him a grope of her breasts. The same view of her heaving breasts pressing onto her chest was his visual delight when aiding him with his socks.
His pants, shirt, and shoes followed. He was prepared to depart.
Clarissa suddenly felt a wave of sadness. He had been her recruiter, guide, disciplinarian when necessary, and lover, all wrapped into one man. What would she face without his support?
"I will miss you, Mr. Jackson" she whispered.
"Not so much, Ms. Connors. The program will expose you to manifold penises; you'll remain occupied to miss me. But I may miss you; you're a stellar fuck."
He enclosed her in his arms, spooning her as he looked at her reflection in the wall mirror. He squeezed first one breast, then the other, his eyes lingering on her heaving boobs before whispering his advice.
"Yes, I concur. These tan lines need to go."
And with that, he kissed her neck and went on his way, leaving her standing in the shower, inconsolable and uncertain of what the future held.
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