Anne was hanging in the corner of the room, hogtied with an apple-shaped ball gag in her mouth, suspended from the ceiling by a thick cotton rope.
Jen walked in front of her, wearing only a long, slender strap-on held in place with a fine leather harness. She carried a strapless dildo in her hand, designed to mimic the strap-on without the harness.
“Love, which of these do you think we should for the anal demo? I generally don’t like the strapless, but I’m not feeling the strap-ons lately.”
Anne rolled her eyes. “Aaauuu Mln. An leh m’ ‘own.”
“You’re right. I’ll be with Maren; I should ask her.”
Maren barged into the room, carrying a green-and-pink lidded gift box. She sighed loudly. “Come on you two, stop screwing around. We have less than fifteen minutes, we’re not ready, and, and where even is Grace?” She dropped the box on the bed, and walked over to Anne, and took out the gag.
Anne took a deep breath. “Thank you. Someone got carried away with a new knot technique she learned.” She glared at Jen while still hanging. “Can you please get me down?”
Maren untied the rope from the dock cleat on the wall, and gently lowered her to the floor. Kneeling beside her, she loosened the ropes on her arms.
“Maren,” Jen said. “Which of these do you like for the anal demo?” and held the strapless beside the strap-on, shifting her weight from foot to foot, swaying her hips (and the dong) in front of Maren.
Maren quickly glanced up, then asked “Am I giving or receiving?” Then she closed her eyes tight and shook her head. “No. Can that please wait? We don’t really have time right now.”
“Receiving,” Jen said, ignoring Maren’s pleas for focus.
“Uh, the strap-on then,” she said, not really paying attention to Jen. Once confident Anne could finish untying herself, she stood and went to the box. “Here are the clothes for tonight.” She sorted through the box, handing out the black bras and matching panties. She handed Jen’s to her, and tossed Anne’s across to her as she finished untying herself. “Arrr.. Where is Grace!?” she said as she started to strip out of the more formal clothes she was wearing to greet the guests.
Jen walked behind Maren and put her arms around her. Then she kissed Maren’s neck as she reached down to rub her pussy. “Maren,” she whispered into her ear, “Relax.”
Maren closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then nodded.
“Relax,” Jen said again as she continued to rub her. “Now, let’s see that calm, steely, no-nonsense lawyer bitch that you were just a half-hour ago. Not this frazzled mess.”
Maren melted. “Yes Jen,” she whispered.
Jen stepped back. Maren took one more cleansing breath, and they all changed into the bra and panties sets.
There was a tap on the door.
“Come in,” Anne said.
“Salut.”
“Hi Grace. Maren was worried about you,” Jen said with a smile and a wink.
“She is so mignonne... uh, cute, is she not?” She walked to Maren and pinched her cheek.
Maren blushed like a schoolgirl having her crush revealed.
Anne handed Grace her bra and panties and. Grace kicked off her Vans, cargo shorts, and t-shirt, and slipped into the lingerie. She walked to Jen’s dressing table and brushed her hair back, tying it in a high ponytail. In mere seconds she had transformed from tomboy into something else.
Jen caught Maren literally licking her lips. Jen leaned into Maren and whispered “Would you like some alone time with her? We can delay a little.” Anne punched Jen in the shoulder. “Oww. You’re going to get it later, missy.” Jen wagged her finger at Anne.
“Promises, promises,” Anne said.
Grace turned to the group, all sitting on the bed. “We are all ready, no?”
“I think we are,” Jen said, looking at the other two. “Oh, and Grace, Maren. You have the first night.”
Maren snapped back from her daydream. “Could we get a little more notice in the future?”
“And the second night.”
Maren sighed.
The four women left the room and headed downstairs, to meet the guests of L’Ecole des Femme for the next two weeks.
L'Ecole des Femmes Table of Content
Sorry for the delay in getting the end of Chapter 1 out. I hit a creative block I had to work through. Updates should come regularly, as I have much of what happens next already written. Thanks for the patience. ~ Jennie.
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