Luscious Ladies Spa And Resort

My boss and I were working very late to finish the proposal. It would be a huge contract for us, and although I was exhausted, it seemed important to her.

I was her intern, getting work experience after graduating high school. I would proofread her copy, letting her know where I didn’t understand something. She seemed grateful for my feedback.

She gave a huge sigh and said, “Well, I think we’ve done all we can. I’ll have another read in the morning before I submit it.”

“Let’s hope we win!” I said.

“It would be so helpful. With COVID, our business has suffered. If we get this, it will put us back in the black.”

She stood up and moved in back of where I was sitting and started massaging my shoulders.

“Ohhhh!” I moaned.

“Wow, Tracy, you are so tight! You need a good professional massage.”

She continued for a few minutes and it helped a bit. “Thanks, Ms. Oliver,” I said.

“Oh Tracy, after all these nights we’ve spent together, I think you can call me Judy.”

“Okay, Judy.”

She sat back down at her desk as I gathered my things to go home. “Tracy, you’ve helped me so much in such a short time. I’m going to give you a treat.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“I insist! And take the morning off tomorrow – see you after lunch.”

I smiled and said, “Thanks,” on my way out the door.

I drove home and collapsed, barely managing to strip to my knickers before crawling into bed.

I slept until 10:00 the next morning. I panicked before realising that Judy was letting me come in late. I went to the bathroom and showered. It woke me up, but I was still very tired from all the hours that I had put in this week. TGIF!

After drying off, I turned on my laptop to check emails and stuff. I saw one from work and opened it. Judy had sent me a gift certificate for a night at Luscious Ladies Spa and Resort. I clicked on the link and visited their website. Wow, this looked awesome — pools, spas, entertainment, massage services — all included!

I noticed that there were only pictures of women. Then I saw the note that only women were allowed and that all staff members were women. Good, I could do without creepy men around.

I checked to see if I could get in this weekend. Sadly, no, but I booked for the following weekend.

I dressed and had lunch and went to work. “Did you submit the proposal, Judy?” I asked.

“Yes, Tracy, it’s in. Now we just have to sweat while we wait for their response.”

“Good luck. Oh, thanks for the gift certificate. It sounds like an amazing place.”

“It sure is. I’ve been there a few times. It was recommended by a good friend. Did you set a date?”

“Yeah, I wanted to go tomorrow, but they were full, so the weekend after.”

“Great! Make sure you take advantage of all of their services.”

I smiled and wondered why she stressed the word “all”. I figured I would find out.

“So what are you up to this weekend, Tracy? Going out with your boyfriend or girlfriend?”

“Uh, no, I don’t have a boyfriend.” I couldn’t bring myself to say “or girlfriend”. I blushed to think that Judy would say that. Was she a lesbian? The thought made me glow bright red.

I knew that some women liked other women rather than men, and I didn’t have a problem with that. But as for myself, I had never considered it. Sure, there were a few women I thought were nice looking, but it never occurred to me to think beyond that.

“Are you all right, Tracy? You look feverish.”

“I’m fine, Judy, it’s just hot outside and I need to cool down.” I went to get a glass of cool water and sat at my desk.

I checked my work emails and there was nothing important. Then Jessica, a consultant that Judy uses on occasion, bounced past me and went to Judy’s desk. Jessica was in her early forties. She was petite and fit, with short hair and smallish boobs which never seemed to be in a bra.

This last detail had never occurred to me consciously until just now, but upon reflection, I recalled having seen her nipples pressing through her blouses and jiggling just a bit as she walked. Judy never seemed to mind.

I blushed again and I felt my nipples getting a little hard. Oh my, did I just get turned on? My thoughts drifted back to school days, where it was expected that I would date boys. All the other girls always talked about the guys they liked, what they did with them, etc.

I went on a few dates, but the boys just wanted to kiss me and grope my boobs after they got me alone. That did nothing for me, so I decided that dating and sex just weren’t worth the bother.

My mobile phone rang, jolting me out of my daydream. I answered it, “Hello?”

“Tracy Williams?”

“Yes, speaking.”

“Hi, this is Stephanie, from Luscious Ladies Spa and Resort. You booked with us for next weekend, right?”

My heart sank, thinking that they were cancelling my booking.

“Yes.”

“Well, we had a cancellation for tomorrow night. I know it’s short notice, but we thought we’d see if you can make it.”

“Wow, sure! I was hoping for that.”

“Wonderful. Any time from ten in the morning is fine. Do you know where it is?”

“Yeah, I checked your map last night. Do I need to bring anything?”

“Just casual clothes and yourself. We have yoga sessions, so you might consider a loose outfit for that. Some women dress up for the evening, but that’s optional.”

“Okay, thanks so much. I’m really excited!”

I hung up the phone and put it down. Then I noticed Jessica standing by my desk. “What’s got you excited?” she asked.

I turned my head and my gaze fixed on her little boobs, with nipples prominently pushing through her sheer blouse. Realising that I was staring at them, I snapped my view to her face. She grinned, seemingly not bothered by what I’d done.

“Oh, hi Jessica. Um, Judy gave me a night at, what’s it called, Luscious something. And they just said I could go tomorrow.”

“Luscious Ladies! Wow, you are lucky. It’s fabulous. I envy you. I was there once for just a day session, but a night — wow. You’ll be a new woman next week.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I said.

“Trust me, it will change your life, for the better.”

“If you say so, Jessica.”

She winked and walked away.

I turned back to my computer, but all I could see was Jessica standing in front of me. I saw her nipples and I started feeling all warm. My nipples hardened by themselves. Oh, what was happening to me?

I went to the toilet and peed, noticing that my pussy was damp. While wiping, I started to rub then stopped, ashamed of what I was doing. I stumbled out of the stall and washed my face with cold water to cool myself down.

As I sat down at my desk, Judy came up to me. “Tracy, there’s not much to do this afternoon. Take the day off. I’ll see you Monday morning.”

“Thanks, Judy. Oh, by the way, the spa called me and they can fit me in tomorrow night.”

“Wonderful. You’ll love it. Your body will never be the same.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

I headed home, giddy with excitement for the morning. I grabbed takeaway for dinner on the way home. In the evening I went through all of my clothes to pack. I decided that I would include some nice outfits for the evening to pamper myself.

I finished packing at about 9:00. I wasn’t sleepy, so I put on a favourite romantic movie. As I watched, I daydreamed about having a relationship. It’s something I hadn’t come close to experiencing. Ah well, someday maybe.

I slept fitfully, dreaming of the women on the website dancing in front of me. Then Jessica walked up to me. As I gazed at her little boobs, her nipples became huge, bulging out at me. She said, “Yes, Tracy, you love my nipples.” She unbuttoned her blouse and opened it, showing me her naked boobs.

“Touch them. You know you want to,” she whispered. I reached out to touch them and woke up with a start. Oh my, what had I been dreaming? My nipples were rock hard, and when I felt my pussy, it was wet.

This was wrong, I thought to myself. At least, I’d always been taught that. My mum always said it was bad to touch myself. I couldn’t help rubbing my pussy a little before pulling my hand away in shame.

I quickly got out of bed to remove the temptation. I had a long hot shower before dressing and having breakfast. I distracted myself with the thoughts of spending a relaxing day and night at the spa.

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 9:15 — time to go. I searched for the place on my phone’s map app and set it to give me directions. I grabbed my suitcase and handbag and got in the car, locking the phone into the cradle and connecting it to the car radio. Fifty minutes away.

Time flew by as I imagined what the resort would be like. Before I knew it, my phone said, “You have arrived,” and I turned into the driveway up to a pair of elegant gates with an attendant in a booth.

“Good morning, welcome to Luscious Ladies. May I have your name?” the attendant asked. I gave it, and after checking for my booking, she said, “Ah yes, Ms. Williams. Here is your check-in pack.

Please turn left at the fork and drive into garage 17. Here is your remote control. Button 1 opens your room doors and button 2 operates the garage door.”

“Thank you so much,” I replied.

I drove on and found the garage, already open. I pulled in, stopped the car and pressed button 2. The garage door closed. Wow, very fancy.

I stepped out of the car, collected my suitcase and walked to the door to the room. I read the sign, “Press 1 on your remote to unlock the door. When you are unpacked, press 9 on the room phone to contact reception.”

I pressed button 1. With a click, the door unlocked, and I went in. The room had a spacious lounge area with a desk, a large sofa and several large chairs across the coffee table from it. I walked into the large bedroom equipped with a king-size bed, a small sofa, large-screen TV with a Blu-ray player attached.

I set the suitcase on the bed and unpacked it into the dresser and wardrobe. I placed the suitcase at the bottom of the wardrobe.

Then I explored the bathroom, which was enormous. There were two sinks in a large counter, an extra-wide bathtub and a separate shower. The towel racks held huge, fluffy towels. Wow, I could enjoy this, I said to myself.

I went back to the lounge area and sat at the desk, drinking in the luxury that was mine for a day. I remembered to call, so I picked up the receiver and pressed 9.

“Good morning, Ms. Williams. Are you all settled in?”

“Yes, thanks, but please, just call me Tracy.”

“Very well, Tracy. We always like to make sure before being informal. Are you ready for your induction?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, I guess.”

“Please wait for a few minutes. Jacinta will be with you soon.”

“Thanks.”

A minute later, I answered a knock on the door. “Tracy?” she asked.

I stared at this gorgeous chocolate-brown woman with long, straight dark hair. Her skirt was little more than a wide belt, displaying slim legs. Her tight-fitting white top with no bra underneath did nothing to disguise her pert boobs with large black nipples.

She patiently waited and smiled, not bothered that I was staring. I finally blurted, “Yes, that’s me.”

“I’m Jacinta. May I come in and show you about your room?”

“Sure.”

She entered and told me about all the features of the room. “Ready for your tour?” she asked.

I nodded. She handed me a stretchy wrist lanyard for my remote and attached it. “For when you aren’t wearing enough to have a place for it,” she said, smiling.

I put it around my wrist and followed her into the hall, locking my door behind me. We walked down the hall. I wondered about “aren’t wearing enough”.

We toured the gym and lap pool, which were in my building. I couldn’t help noticing two women in the hot tub of the pool area, kissing and fondling each other. Oh my.

We walked outside under a covered walkway to another building. “This is the playpen,” she explained. We went inside, entering a small gymnasium area, but one which was not equipped with any kind of exercise equipment I had ever seen.

“This room is mainly for those playing restraint games,” she explained. “It’s early, so it’s empty now. That’s good because I can show you everything.

“Here is a standard table, with padded Velcro cuffs at the corners. There is a hole in the centre to reach through from beneath, of course. Above is a sling, so someone can suspend themselves and lower themselves down to be serviced.”

My mind was reeling. What did “to be serviced” mean?

“We have a pair of standing X-frames with soft silk adjustable rope loops at the corners. There is thick knee padding under the X of course. Finally, we have our newest addition, a pair of Sybians.

They have long controls, so if desired, two women can control each other. You’re familiar with them?”

My mouth was agape and I was unable to speak, never having conceived of a playpen like this.

“You’ll love it. Want to try it?”

I was frozen.

“Oh go on, with your clothes on just for a second to get the idea.”

My curiosity got the better of my judgement, and I said, “Uh, okay, what do I do?”

“Sit on it like a saddle. For now, because you are clothed, just press the dildo between your legs. When you’re naked, it can slide inside you, of course.”

I straddled it and uneasily sat down. She kept saying “of course” like I should know what all these things were, but I had gotten the idea that this was all for sex. I had never even really touched myself, so my mind was spinning.

“Scoot forward, push yourself against the dildo.” I tried. “Good enough for now.”

She reached down for the wired control and turned it on. Oh my, the saddle was vibrating heavily under me. The “dildo”, as she called it, was also vibrating. It felt nice and soothing for a while, then my body started reacting and I felt tingles pulsing through me.

She made it go faster and I shouted, “Ohhh,” as my body convulsed. This was so bizarre I had to stand up to stop the vibrations.

“Too much?” she asked. “Sorry, some women are extremely sensitive and can’t handle this. You can try later.” She turned it off and set down the control. “Remember, always wipe the seat with an alcohol wipe before and after, and use a condom on the dildo. The box between them has a supply of those.”

My pussy was buzzing with sensations it had never felt before. My thoughts were spinning out of control. Oh, what had I gotten myself into? Should I leave? I’d hate to waste Judy’s money.

“Let’s continue,” Jacinta chirped. We left the playpen and I felt relieved. She pointed out the outdoor yoga area and the indoor exercise area in the next building. We went into the far building, where she showed me the administrative offices, dining room and bar.

“Hey Jacinta, how are you?” said a tall, thin, middle-aged woman wearing a diaphanous dress that concealed absolutely nothing.

“I’m great, Emily, you?”

“Never better. Giving an induction tour?”

“Yes, this is Tracy, who’s a first-timer here for tonight. Tracy, this is Emily, our director.”

I tore my eyes away from Emily’s large, firm boobs with small, hard nipples and looked up at her face. “Nice to meet you, Emily. Your place looks amazing.”

“Well, Tracy, we try to keep it constantly amazing. I do hope you enjoy your stay. If there’s anything we can do to help, press 77 on any phone, in your room or around the place.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“Our pleasure, and yours too, we hope.” Emily walked off and I stood and watched her walk away.

“She’s stunning, isn’t she?” Jacinta asked.

“Uh-huh,” I muttered in a daze.

She handed me a folded brochure. “Here’s a handy list of services. I’ll take you to one more place then I’ll let you go.”

She led me down a hall and stopped in front of a sign: Massage Room – Please Knock. “Here is where you can get a great therapeutic massage. We also offer Special Massage Service, which I highly recommend.” She knocked.

A tall blonde woman with short hair answered. “Oh, hi, Jacinta. What can I do for you?”

“I’m showing Tracy around, Belinda, and I told her about your massages. She’s a first-timer.”

“Welcome, Tracy, come in and I’ll tell you all about us.”

“Tracy, I’ll leave you now. Call 77 if you need any help.”

“Thanks, Jacinta, you’ve been most helpful.” She left and closed the door behind her.

“Come sit, Tracy.” I sat in a chair, and Belinda sat at her desk. “You know there are two kinds of massage, right? There’s the normal kind called therapeutic. It gets all the kinks out of your muscles.”

“I could sure use one of those. I’ve been working hard lately and I’m very tense,” I replied.

“I’m happy to book you in this afternoon, say 1:00?”

“That’s fine. Here?”

“Yes, on that table over there. I give those.”

“Um, what’s the other kind?”

“We call it Special Massage Service. Some call it the happy ending kind. We massage every part of your body and completely relax you.”

“That sounds lovely. Is that also here?”

“No, we do that in your room.”

“Do you do that?”

“No, we have special ladies for that who are well trained in pleasing you. Shall I book you in for one of those at, say, 6:00 tonight?”

“Um, well, I don’t know.”

“I highly recommend it. Let’s see who’s available…oh my, Tabitha is free. She’s the absolute best. You’ll be totally melted down by her.”

“Is there an extra charge?”

“No, every service here is included.”

“Well, I guess I have to do it.”

Belinda smiled at me, saying, “You don’t have to, but you want to, trust me.”

“Deal!”

“All right then, let’s see, you’re in room 17. Come here at 1:00, then be in your room at 6:00.”

“Thanks so much. Now please point me to the dining room. I’m starving.”

“Of course, Tracy.” She opened the door. “To the left, then to the right from the sitting area.”

I found the dining room and entered. The sign said to take a seat, so I walked between tables. A young girl that I was walking by looked up and said, “Hey, where do you think you’re going, beautiful?” I stopped and saw her lovely smiling face.

“Uh, to find a seat?”

“This one is yours!” she said, pointing to the chair next to her.

I smiled and said, “Okay, if you insist.” I sat next to her and admired her young, tight body. She was very short and slim, with barely noticeable boobs.

“I do insist! I’m Marcia, what’s your name?”

“I’m Tracy.”

“Welcome, Tracy. You look like you haven’t been here before, so I thought I’d help you out.”

“Yeah, that’s right, thanks. You’ve been here before?”

“Oh, lots of times. The director is my aunt Emily, so I get to stay here for free. I could never afford it otherwise.”

“Oh, yes, I met her. She’s nice.”

“Yes, usually haha.”

Emily came over and said, “You’ve wasted no time finding the newbie, as usual, Marcia.”

Marcia grinned and said, “Anything to help, Auntie.”

“So what can I get you ladies to eat?”

We checked the menus and gave her our orders. Marcia blabbed away, talking about her myriad sexual experiences, both here and elsewhere. I was amazed that such a young-looking girl had done so much.

“Wow, Marcia, you have really gotten around. How old are you?”

“Nineteen last week. You?”

“I’m eighteen.”

“Well, surely you’ve had lots of experience, Tracy.”

I blushed and whispered, “No, I haven’t had any.”

“Wow, seriously? But of course, you masturbate.”

“Um, no, never.”

“What?!” she yelled, loud enough for others to look over. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“I’ve always been taught it was wrong, but I’m not sure.”

“Well, Tracy, you’re going to learn how right it is.”

“I guess.”

Emily brought our lunches. “Enjoy, girls.”

We ate our lunch and Marcia asked if I wanted to have some fun. I checked my watch and told her I was due for a massage.

“Regular or special?”

“Regular now. I have a special booked at 6:00.”

“Oh, you’ll love that. See ya later then.” Marcia bounded off and I envied her energy. I went to the loo and found the massage room. I knocked.

Belinda opened the door and said, “Come in, Tracy. You can change behind the curtain. Take everything off and lie down on the table, face down with your face through the hole.” I stripped, sheepishly, but did as she instructed.

She gave me an incredible massage, hurting a bit at times but getting all my knots out. When she kneaded my buttocks, it hurt and felt relaxing at first, then the sensation seemed to go through my body to my pussy.

I started humping the table involuntarily. She then took her hands away and softly massaged my back and shoulders. I felt disappointed, but then I remembered this was a “regular” massage. I started looking forward to my special one later.

She took a towel and wiped off the excess oil. “You can shower if you want, Tracy. I’ll leave the room and stand outside. Take your time.”

I lay there, molten. After several minutes, I roused myself to have a quick shower and I dressed. On the way out, Belinda said, “Satisfied, I hope.”

“Oh yes, and no, but yes.”

She smiled, knowing what I meant.

I explored the resort, seeing all sorts of women. Some of them were kissing and fondling. Others were reading, talking, doing normal things. I decided to head back to my room. I lay down and fell asleep.

A knock on the door woke me. “Just a minute,” I yelled.

I waddled to the door and opened it. A stunning petite exotic Asian creature was standing there. “Uh, yes?” I asked sleepily.

“Tracy? For Special Massage Service?”

“Oh yes, of course. Sorry, it’s 6:00 already?”

“Yes, it is. I’m Tabitha.”

I let her in. She wheeled a cart with towels and things into the bedroom. She placed it at the end and spread several towels over the bed, two thick.

“Okay, you can take off everything and lie down, face down.” I hesitated. “It’s okay, I’ve seen it all before. It’s why I’m here. I’ll strip with you.”

She undressed quickly and I gazed at her gorgeous light bronze body, with small boobs and medium nipples. “Well?” she said since I still had my knickers on. I got naked and she cried out, “Oh wow, you have a lovely bush. That’s rare these days. I love it.”

I lay down and she oiled up my back with a bottle from the cart and started with a medium pressure massage, relaxing like Belinda’s but not as intense. I was pretty relaxed from before so that was fine.

She worked on my back and shoulders, then my legs. When she had covered everywhere, she changed her touch to a very soft caress. Everywhere she touched my body, it felt like my body was drawn upward to dancing feathers. It was very relaxing. When her fingers glided down my legs, I started getting excited. I parted my legs a little.

When they slowly teased up my legs, I moaned and opened wider. She kept teasing inside my thighs, up and down, then close to my pussy. I wanted her to touch it so I opened my legs even wider. She then skipped my pussy and delicately ran her fingers over my bum.

I cried, “Ahhh,” and pressed my pussy down onto the towels, wanting more pressure on it. But I couldn’t get much. She ran up my back and then down again, returning to my bum.

I humped again, and she slid an oily finger into my bum crack. That made me hump madly, but I still couldn’t get much stimulation.

Tabitha then whispered, “Time to turn over.”

I flipped over and caught sight of her glorious body again. I was turned on from her touch, and now the sight of her increased that. She oiled her hands up and continued her light touch on my front.

She caressed my upper body but avoided my boobs. I wanted more, but I knew she’d get there. I was getting very hot from her touch and I could see her smiling, knowing the pleasure she was giving me.

Her hands went down my legs, teasing them. I opened my legs wide, making sure she knew what I wanted. She teased inside my thighs again, up and down. I started moaning.

She moved up and just brushed my pussy lips with her fingers on the way to my stomach. I hissed at that. She continued up and this time found my boobs, fingers wandering all around.

I could feel my nipples harden. Her fingers closed on them and stroked them. “Ohhhhhh, yessss,” I cried.

I looked up at her and saw that her nipples had gotten hard too. I reached up with my hand and cupped her little boob, feeling her nipple in my palm. She smiled and pinched my nipples gently.

Then she leaned down and took a nipple into her mouth, licking it slowly. I moaned again. I felt her lovely little boob with my fingers, playing with her nipple.

She moved her other hand down to my bush and pressed on it. I humped up, then she started rubbing in circles. Now I was moaning constantly. My body was on fire. She slipped a finger into my pussy, which felt very slippery. Slowly she slid in and out. My pussy pulsed around it.

Her touch was so gentle and arousing. My body was shaking as she built my excitement to a fever pitch. I surrendered completely to her fingers and tongue.

I heard a loud scream, then I realised it was from me. My body exploded with feelings I had never experienced. Over and over my body shook. My pussy clamped down on her finger.

She removed her mouth from my boob and slowed her fingering. I kept shaking as my body slowly settled.

As my breathing and pulse slowed down, I panicked for a moment because I couldn’t see anything. Then I realised my eyes were tightly closed. I opened them and looked at this stunning woman who had given me unimaginable pleasure.

My hand was still on her lovely boob. I took it off and let it rest on the bed. When I could speak, I said, “What the hell was that?”

She smiled, looked into my eyes and said softly, “Haven’t you had an orgasm before?”

“Wow, so that’s what they are all about! No, I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“Then I’m honoured to give you your first. I know you’ll have many more.”

“I’ve never, you know, been with a woman. Or anyone actually.”

“Well, you have a whole new world to explore. Enjoy,” Tabitha said, as she took a fresh towel and wiped the oil off of me.

I reached out to her and started caressing her. She smiled and said, “I’d love to explore more with you, but I have another lady to serve. Don’t worry, there are lots of women here who will want to be with you.”

She packed her cart and on the way out said, “Put those towels in the basket by the front door. We’ll pick them up.”

I lay back, wallowing in the pleasure that Tabitha had given me. I had no idea that anyone could feel like this. Why had I been told all these years that it was bad? I decided that I would start making up for lost time.

I was still buzzing, so I just enjoyed it until I felt normal. Then my stomach growled, so I stepped into the shower and washed off the oil. I could still smell its fragrance, like jasmine. I would always think of this time when I smelled it.

I dried off and went to the wardrobe. I decided I should dress up for dinner. I tried on one nice dress, but it wasn’t comfortable without a bra, and I didn’t want to wear one for the rest of my time here.

I tried another, with cutout panels to show my stomach and back. This felt nice, and the material against my nipples was stimulating but not too rough. I started to put on knickers, but I decided to be naughty and go without.

I slipped on sandals and headed down to the dining room. The cool breeze wafting under my short dress on my naked pussy felt deliciously wicked.

I walked into the dining room and it was quite full. The hostess, Maria, greeted me, “Hello, Tracy, do you have any seating preference? Are you meeting anyone?”

“No, I’m alone, and it doesn’t matter where.”

“All right then, follow me and I’ll find you some nice companions. Follow me, please.”

She led the way to a table by the windows, looking out at the lovely garden. The three ladies already at the table looked up at me and smiled.

Maria introduced them, pointing from left to right, “Tracy, this is Monica, Lorren and Sally. Ladies, this is Tracy. It’s her first time here, so please make her feel welcome.”

“Of course,” said Monica.

“Welcome,” said Lorren.

Sally smiled and stared at me, finally saying, “I’m so glad you joined us.”

“Thank you,” I replied as I sat down. Maria handed me a menu and walked back to the front.

“What’s good?” I asked the group.

Lorren said, “The barramundi is superb. I had it last night.”

“Sold,” I said. I picked up the wine list. “Wine is included?”

“Yes, everything is included here, Tracy,” said Sally.

“Great.”

Our waitress came by, delivering the others’ orders. I placed my order.

“Please eat, don’t wait for me,” I insisted. They started eating.

“So Tracy, how did you find out about this place?” Monica asked.

“Oh, I’m an intern at a company and I helped work on a contract proposal. I spent many hours overtime and my boss showed her appreciation with a gift certificate.”

“Wow, lucky girl!”

“So how have you enjoyed it so far?” asked Lorren. I blushed, recalling Tabitha’s incredible massage. “Don’t be shy, we all know what’s here. What have you done so far?”

“Um, well, I had a regular massage. Then before dinner, I had the special massage.”

“Ah, lovely. With Tabitha or Mary?”

“Tabitha”

“Wow, I’m surprised you were able to get here,” Lorren said. “After my first time with her, I couldn’t move for an hour. She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“Um, yes.”

“As good as any time you’ve ever had?”

I glowed beet red, afraid to admit my inexperience.

“Well?” Lorren insisted.

“Um, I’m so embarrassed to admit it, but it was my first orgasm.”

“Wow, seriously? How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“And you never even masturbated?”

“No, my family always said it was wrong.”

“Well, you have been spoiled by Tabitha. I’m sure you will have some other lovely times.”

“I think I’d like that,” I said softly.

My meal arrived, and it was as delicious as promised. We continued eating and chatting until we were finished.

Sally asked, “Do you have plans after dinner, Tracy?”

“No, I don’t have any idea what’s happening.”

The three of them looked at each other. Lorren said, “We always like to go to the Show Room. It starts in about 20 minutes.”

“Show Room? What is that?”

“It’s where we watch others, and let them watch us if we want.”

“Uh, doing what?”

“Sex, of course. Couples or solo usually. Women take turns in the centre, with others around watching.”

“Oh. Wow. Do you have to take a turn in the centre?”

“No, only if you want to. Want to come with us?”

My mind was reeling again, but my body screamed to try it. “Sure.”

“Great. It’s in this building, just look for the Show Room sign. I suggest changing into loose casual clothing.”

“Okay, meet you there?”

“Yep.”

We got up and I returned to my room, changing into yoga gear per Lorren’s suggestion.

I wandered back and found the Show Room. It was almost full. There was a mattress on the floor in the centre, surrounded by concentric rings of seats. A neatly folded towel was on each seat. I noticed that almost every woman was naked.

Maria came up and welcomed me. “Do I have to be naked?” I asked.

“No, it’s optional but we find it to be stimulating. You can put your clothes on a shelf.”

I considered it, then decided, heck, in for a penny, in for a pound. I found a space on a shelf and stripped. I looked around and saw Sally in the front row. She saw me and motioned for me to sit next to her.

I looked down and saw buttons on the armrests. On the left one was a green button marked Take Turn and a yellow button marked Clap and on the right one was a red button marked Release. Maria from the dining room came around to each of us.

When she was in front of me, she reached down and rotated a padded clamp around each wrist. “This is so you can resist touching yourself as you watch. We find it enhances the excitement of watching. If you can’t stand it any longer, hit the red Release button and the clamps will fall away.

“The green button is to indicate that you’d like to take a turn in the centre. The yellow button is to clap since you won’t have your hands free. Pressing it multiple times increases the volume of the claps. Any questions?” I shook my head no. She smiled and went to clamp Sally in.

When everyone was seated and clamped in, Maria walked into the centre and announced the first act. “Ladies, for your viewing pleasure, we start with Lorren and Monica.” So that’s why I hadn’t seen them.

They paraded around naked near the front row so we could admire their lovely bodies. Lorren was tall and slender, with medium size boobs and a shaved pussy with prominent lips. Monica was short and pleasantly curvy, with large boobs and a full, curly bush.

After a circuit, they lay down on the mattress next to each other. Lorren took Monica’s face in her hands and kissed her softly. Monica’s hand found Lorren’s boob and caressed it. They kissed and felt each other tenderly.

Lorren slid her hand to Monica’s bush and grabbed the hairs and pulled gently side to side. Monica moaned and pulled Lorren’s nipple. My hand tried to reach to touch my nipple, but the clamp prevented that.

Sally noticed my motion and said, “You want to touch yourself, but you can’t. You can release yourself, but try to hold out as long as you possibly can. It will be worth it.” I smiled at her and glanced down at her little boobs. Her nipples were standing up.

I looked back to the stage, where Lorren was sliding her finger into Monica’s pussy. I remembered Tabitha doing that to me and I moaned. I heard others moan also.

Lorren started sliding in and out faster while moving her face to Monica’s boobs. She licked her boobs and sucked on a nipple as her finger went in and out.

Then Lorren moved down and put her face between Monica’s legs. Monica moaned loudly. I asked Sally, “What is she doing?”

“Seriously, Tracy? Oh, that’s right, this is all new to you. She’s licking her pussy and her clit.”

“That must feel amazing!”

“Oh, girl, you are gonna find out soon.” I glanced down and noticed that Sally had hit her green button, which was glowing now.

I couldn’t tell much about what was going on, but Monica was moaning louder and louder, and she finally screamed. Lots of moans came from other women around me. One woman, directly across from me, had hit her Release button and was madly plunging her fingers into her pussy.

My body was wanting to be touched, but I resisted. My pussy pressed down on the towel to try to get some stimulation, but it didn’t work very well. I saw others trying that.

Monica quit moaning and flipped Lorren on her back. She lifted one of Lorren’s legs and slid one of hers under it. “What is she doing?” I asked Sally.

“They’re going to scissor.”

“What’s that?”

“Watch, you’ll see.”

Lorren grabbed Monica’s hips and pulled hard. Monica scooted up several times until her bush was firmly planted between Lorren’s legs. She then began sliding her bush up and down on Lorren’s pussy.

Monica was humping away. Both were moaning. The woman across who had freed herself screamed as she was fingering her pussy hard and fast.

After a couple of minutes, Lorren yelled, “Fuck me, Monica. Fuck me hard.” Monica obliged, slamming her bush into Lorren’s pussy. Lorren screamed, “Ahhh yes, I’m cumming!”

They writhed until Lorren collapsed. Monica slid off of her and kissed her tenderly, cupping her boob.

Claps resounded from speakers. I remembered my yellow button and pressed it.

Maria returned to the stage. “Well done, ladies. An excellent start. I have seat 37 for the next turn. Please press Release and come down. Oh, hello, young Marcia. Who’s with you tonight?”

“I’m doing a solo this time.”

“All right then, take your turn.”

As Lorren and Monica left the stage, Marcia paraded around slowly. Her boobs were the tiniest I had seen on someone who wasn’t a young girl, with tiny nipples. When in front of me, she stopped and let me drink in her body. She spread her pussy lips and showed me her bright pink flesh.

My body went wild, wanting to be with this young beauty. She grinned and moved to the mattress, spreading a fresh towel on it, placing her legs toward me and spreading them wide.

Maria came over to Sally, whispering, “You’re next, Sally. Who are you with?”

Sally looked at me to invite me, and I said, “Me? Are you serious?”

“You know you want to, Tracy.”

I gazed at her, unable to speak.

“So that’s a yes?”

I couldn’t believe that I nodded.

“Great. So after Marcia, you are both up,” Maria said, returning to her seat.

Marcia was playing with her thin nipples. They had gotten hard now and very long, like pencil erasers. She opened a bag next to her and got out a pair of clamps and screwed them onto her nipples. Moans came from around the room.

Then she pulled out a tapered plastic cylinder. She twisted the base, and I heard it buzz.

“What is that?” I asked Sally.

“A vibrating dildo. Wow, you have so much to learn. Don’t worry, you will.”

Marcia spread her legs wide and placed the dildo above her pussy and rubbed up and down. She started moaning.

“That feels good, huh?” I asked Sally.

“Of course, it’s on her clit.”

“Clit?”

“I’ll show you later. It’s the button above her pussy.”

Marcia kept rubbing her clit, then slid the dildo into her pussy. I was amazed that it fit. I had only ever put a tampon in me, and this was much bigger around. She started pumping the dildo in and out while flicking her nipple clamps. Then her hand slid down to rub her clit. She pumped and rubbed for a few minutes, then as her moans got louder, she raised her head and gazed straight at me.

My pussy was pulsing, aching to be touched. I pressed onto my towel to no avail. Another woman had released herself and was rubbing her pussy madly. I felt like doing that but I knew that Sally and I were up next, so I held on.

Marcia pumped madly and yelled, “Ohhhhh.” I saw juice dripping around the dildo and down, then squirting out onto the towel.

The other woman next to me cried, “Oh, fuck!” She released herself and plunged three fingers into her pussy and pumped madly. I watched her and soon she screamed and squirted onto her towel.

I wanted relief myself, and I was about to hit Release when Sally reminded me we were up next. She hit her Release button, then mine, and held my hand. She said, “When we go up, you can just lie down and let me please you. I know you are nervous.”

Marcia finished, wiping off her dildo on the towel, and walked proudly off the stage to rapturous applause. The women who had released themselves were standing and clapping.

Sally waved at Marcia to call her over. “Marcia, would you be willing to help with Tracy?”

“Of course!” said Marcia, with a big grin.

“Great. Just help me attend to her nipples.”

“Love to!”

Maria returned to the stage. “Another fine performance from our young Marcia. Thank you very much. Next, we have Sally, whom most of you know, and a first-timer, Tracy. Please make Tracy feel welcome, ladies.”

Clapping came from speakers as Sally and I went to the stage. I was so nervous, but Sally was holding my hand tightly as we paraded around the front row of seats. I heard compliments directed at me, which seemed very odd but helped calm me down.

After we completed the circle, Sally led me to the mattress and spread a clean towel for me to lie on. She lay next to me, and whispered, “You’ll be fine, just relax and let us please you.”

Marcia lay on my other side, waiting. Sally kissed me and ran her hands soothingly over my body. I couldn’t believe that dozens of women were watching me, but I glanced around and saw that they were rapt.

Slowly I relaxed and succumbed to Sally’s touch. I felt Marcia’s hand on me as well, caressing me softly. Their hands closed in on my boobs, playing with them. I moaned softly into Sally’s mouth as we kissed.