Chapter 4

Gay unlocked the door to her apartment within the Embassy and let herself and Trish inside. The embassy provided fairly spacious living quarters for the ladies on a private level that was inaccessible to the general public and visitors.

Motioning for Trish to sit on the sofa, Gay fetched two bottles of water and then joined her.

“Before I explain some of the rules and regulations, I’d like you to answer one question for me,” began Gay, looking directly at Trish. “I’d like to know what you are doing here?”

Trish stared at Gay for a moment, trying to decide which angle to pursue.

“Before you begin, don’t say ‘I don’t know what you mean.’ You’re a virgin. I felt it.”

“I’m looking for a job. I desperately need money, and a good friend of mine put in a word for me and got me this interview. Please don’t mess it up for me.”

“How do you expect to work here as a virgin?!”

“I can take care of that. I don’t want to be a virgin any longer, so it shouldn’t be anyone’s concern, least of all yours.”

“Really. So you think you’re ready for all of this, hmmm? Do you know what a tossed salad is?”

Trish thought for a moment. “I don’t suppose you are talking food, are you?”

Gay smiled haughtily. “No, and you aren’t ready for this. You’re going to embarrass the rest of us to someone important. I’m going to have to tell Miss Ellie about you.”

Trish’s resolve crumbled. Tears formed in her eyes.

“Please don’t,” and she broke down, putting her hands up to her face and covering the view as she began sobbing, “I h-h-have no place to gooo...”

In two years, Gay had become toughened, far from the sweet, semi-innocent woman who first showed up here at the request of Miss Ellie. Gay had been through pretty much everything one would expect, giving countless blowjobs, taking it in the ass, and more recently being on the receiving end of some kinkier activity. She knew that this young girl would lose her soul here, and didn’t want that to happen. But she also knew that it would be better for the girl to come to that conclusion on her own, and quickly.

“Come here,” said Gay, pulling Trish into her arms and letting the girl sob quietly. “It’s going to be all right, I won’t say anything,” as she rocked the girl back and forth slowly, pondering her next move.