Chapter 54: Expectations in Switzerland

I sat in the outside bar with Mark Ang, our director, Crystal, Barry Peters, our supporting actor and co-star, and Claire, our supporting actress and co-star. Terry Ross, my agent, had made it to the filming, too – at least for a week being never one to pass up a European trip that he could write off. Over Mark’s shoulder, the Eiger rose to a spectacular height, the late afternoon shadows hiding many of the mountain’s subtle features. Around us, several dozen other tourists and skiers sat having a beer or glass of wine, and absorbing the last of the blue sky and slanted rays of the sun. Despite the sunny day, a light parade of snowflakes fell from the air.

Five of us in the movie crew finished reviewing the plans for tomorrow’s shooting. I had a ‘by,’ so I thought I might do a little ‘real’ skiing instead of hamming it up for the camera in some way. I certainly did not intend to duplicate the speed run I’d done a few days earlier.

Just as I was going to voice my plans, my phone dinged. I knew I’d just received a text message. I pulled the phone from my parka and looked at the screen. A photo of Sally Furth appeared, naked with a large dildo embedded in her pussy. She had a big smile on her face. The text message said, ’Where are you? I need you. In the worst way. Right now.’ I might have blushed.

Sally was Jed Jessup’s long-term nymphomaniac girlfriend, and someone who had turned me every which way but loose the times I’d visited recently. Jed had been my fraternity brother and best buddy in college. He’d become a college professor at the University of Iowa. We’d reconnected during my road trip and again when I brought them up-to-date about the blackmail episode a year earlier on a stopover I made in Iowa. Sally had an exhibitionist streak in her, and since then had occasionally sent me lewd photos of herself, sometimes with Jed or one of the other girls that lived with them. I’m not sure they always knew of her antics or that a photo had been taken.

Besides teaching, Jed also ran a low-key finishing school for sophisticated women out of his large home – a most unusual sideline. Women would come and live with Jed and Sally who wanted to lose the lingering naiveté of youth, to become sophisticated, to dress better than all the rest, to make love better than all the rest, and to have a self-image and confidence that transcended even the most arrogant – without the arrogance. To my knowledge, he never had more than five at a time including Sally, who’d become a steady fixture. He accepted only seniors planning to stay at the University for a graduate program or grad students. Typically, they lived with him for two or three years before continuing into the outside world.

Jed had a program put together to mentor and coach the women into new ways of living, of seeing themselves, of thinking, and in how they dealt with others, from casual acquaintances to passionate love affairs, and everything in between. The program involved frequent self-examination and evaluation, as well as evaluation by the others living in the house. A high-speed reading program was involved, plus studies in many fields. Everything they did was aimed at making a well-rounded, capable on all fronts, sophisticated, young woman with a strong sense of self-confidence and self-awareness. Most importantly, the program worked; his graduates provided outstanding recommendations regarding their individual transformations.

When I’d been there, Sally and the four other women with Jed were each knockouts – absolutely stunningly beautiful women, made even more so by the coaching and support they received in the constructive growth atmosphere Jed created and nurtured. Everything was done with love and caring. Deep and intimate relationships were built in his program. I had felt glad to participate here and there the couple of times I’d seen him in the past few years.

I got Mark to take a photo of me with Crystal, Ellen, Barry, Claire, Terry, and the Eiger in the background. After he gave my iPhone back to me, I sent the photo to Sally with a one-liner: ’Hi Jed and Sally and Everyone. Guess where?’

In a few seconds, I got a reply, ’OMG, that’s the Eiger. Skiing? Tour? Movie? Is that Crystal?’

I responded, ’Movie. Some skiing. Yes, Crystal in the pink parka. How’s Iowa?’’ The reply said, ’Boring. We’re on break. Do you want some company?’

I replied, ’Yes. In Wengen Switz. When? Need rooms? We’re almost done, might head home in one week or so.’

The immediate reply from Iowa said, ’Jed here. Yes, get rooms for four of us. Hope you can play with us. How’s this Sat to next Sat?’

’Laters. Jim’

The last photo I got sexted to my iPhone showed Sally and another gorgeous woman naked and in a passionate embrace atop Jed’s bed. The pair was obviously pornographically posing for the camera. There was little left of the women that didn’t show in the photo. Just looking at the picture, I felt my groin stir in reaction. I estimated it to be around noontime in Iowa. I guessed Jed was getting some late-morning nookie.

I found our innkeeper when we headed back to get ready to go out for dinner. He told me they did indeed have a cancellation and could provide a four-person suite for the coming week – Saturday to Saturday. He looked happy that he’d have the income stream instead of vacant rooms. Their rooms would be next to ours on the same upper floor.

When I emailed Jed the information about his accommodations in our inn, he’d emailed me copies of the flights they were taking from Des Moines to Berne.

Knowing how Jed and the others operated, I could guess that this trip would be an object lesson to some of his young ladies about remaining alluring and sophisticated while traveling overseas without being over-bearing or showing up as an ugly American.

When I stayed with Jed for a few days during my famous road trip, I’d connected with Sally and four other women who had since moved on from Jed’s program. Not only were they worldly and poised, they had lovemaking skills that far surpassed anything most men would find anywhere in the world. I eagerly awaited their visit and knew the others in my circle would enjoy themselves.

Saturday had been scheduled as a non-working day by the film crews along with Sunday, so I took the rack railway down the mountain, got a hire car, and went to the Berne Airport. The airport was a modest little one-runway airport, exceptionally clean that catered to small jets and turboprop planes, both scheduled and charter. A few private aircraft dotted the other side of the airfield.

Jed’s plane touched down at ten-forty in the morning, taxied back to the gate, lowered its walkway, and the fifty or so passengers on the plane disembarked. I saw Jed in the middle of the crowd, carefully shepherding three of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. I noticed that people on the airplane turned back to catch an additional glimpse of the women, particularly the men.

I waved, Jed saw me, and in seconds he’d cleared through the airport security and we were warmly greeting one another. Close behind him came the three women. In earlier days, I would have called them ‘Babes,’ but Crystal told me that objectified women and not to use the term. The three were ‘Babes.’ They were all tens on a ten-point scale; Bo Derek eat your heart out, you might have only been a six or seven at best on their scale.

Jed introduced me to Janice, Lea, and Samantha. I couldn’t help but stare at each woman, trying to soak up their radiance and beauty in some way so that I’d never forget how they looked. Janice extended her hand with a friendly smile. She was blonde, but with darker eyebrows; had dimples on each side of her gorgeous smile as well as a small dimple in the middle of her chin. She was about Crystal’s height, and had a homespun air about her.

Lea had light brown hair, a lot of it, but her most outstanding feature was her eyes. They were the bluest of blues and slightly larger than normal, so you stared into her soul each time you looked at her, and she looked deeply into your inner most being. Lea was trim, short, and busty. Her neck had an angularly quality to it that highlighted her face. Did I mention she was busty?

Samantha was the tallest of the three with dark brown hair that hung down below her waist. Her nose turned up slightly; her lips looked succulent; and her eyes were dark and deep, the kind that draw you into her. Sam, as she told me to call her, was the shapeliest of the three, but that’s not to take anything away from the others.

Each of the three wore spike heels, nylons, either a pretty dress or skirt-blouse combination, and a tasteful winter coat. Various scarves and gloves served to highlight their appearance, and I could guess that each had been carefully chosen to blend with their skin tone. Each girl’s makeup had been meticulously applied so it brought forth salient features without even suggesting it had been over used.

Janice and Sam took my arms, and we followed Jed and Lea to the luggage carousel to reclaim their suitcases.

After they’d picked up a modest size suitcase each, I asked, “Where is your ski paraphernalia and the rest of your clothing?”

Janice laughed, “We shipped it by express mail. We hope it’s already at the hotel. If not, we’ll have to ski in our pajamas.”

Lea commented in an alluring tone, “You know I don’t wear pajamas!”

Sam said in a husky voice with a side glance at me, “Me neither. I sleep nude.”

Jed shook his head in mock dismay, and then broke into a contented grin.

We walked out to my hire car, loaded up, and clamored aboard. Jed sat in front with the driver, and I ended in the backseat with the three women. Lea sat in my lap, and I know I hardened beneath her, so much I knew she could feel my arousal. We were polite and didn’t mention my predicament; but the more we rode, the more I thought about each of them naked, and the harder I got. Less than an hour later, we loaded the suitcases onto the rack railway car, and twenty minutes later disembarked in the winter wonderland of Wengen.

I helped get everyone to the inn using a borrowed sled for the suitcases. I got them up to our floor where their suite was. As I did, Jed pulled me aside and told me he wanted a brief talk with me without the girls. After dropping off the luggage, I told him I’d meet him downstairs in the inn’s living room.

Jed joined me in five minutes. “Jim, when you visited with Sally and me a couple of years ago, you ‘joined’ with each of the women in my growth program during your stay.” I recalled a fascinating and erotic sex-filled week with the five women, and they learned so much from you. You didn’t even know that you were teaching anything most of the time.

I acknowledged that I’d been happy to participate with them.

He went on, “Well, these three newbies in the program need the same treatment you gave them. I’m hoping you are willing, although if you’re not I’ll understand. I know situations change.”

“Oh, I’m willing. They’re each a gorgeous woman, and I can sense their inner spirit and affection just by looking in their eyes. You are one lucky guy.”

Jed said, “Thank you, I do consider myself lucky. This ‘class’ of mine is the best yet and will be hard to top. I’ve taught them a lot so far, but you are a master at sex and lovemaking. You can take them to the Ph.D. level, whereas I might have gotten them a high school diploma.”

“You’re laying it on kick of thick,” I suggested with a smile.

“No, I mean it. After you left Iowa on your road trip, the five women and I talked, and your consummate skills in lovemaking put you head and shoulders above anything any of the women then had experienced, and several of those women have since told me that no one they’ve been with since then even came close to measuring up to you. I’m not slinging the bull at you on this; you are a uniquely skilled individual.”

I suggested, “Some of their feeling about this must be because of my celebrity status. I do have young women their age throwing themselves at me at every concert. You can only imagine some of the places I’ve been asked to autograph, and even with Crystal standing right next to me some gorgeous girl will ask if I’d fuck her; it’s amazing.”

Jed confirmed, “Well, there’s that too. I want these women to feel at ease with anyone from a motorcycle gang member to a celebrity. Crystal and your interaction with them are a bit of validation of what we’ve talked about in terms of how they reveal themselves and their personalities, especially around powerful or famous people. Maybe you noticed, they didn’t go all gooey over you at the airport or in the car.”

“I did notice. I appreciated the lack of a fuss, although I did think I was being studied for a while.”

Jed chuckled, “That’s because they were seeing how you would interact with them; I think they were confident in how they were interacting with you. Two of the three came to me with low self-worth, and they’re struggling with that issue even a year later.”

“Which ones?”

Jed pondered the question, “I won’t tell you now, so see whether you can guess as you interact with them. I have them acting ‘as if’ they had all the self-confidence in the world; if that ploy works it’ll help them through rough spots. They’ve come a long way, so I’m not sure it shows any longer. I’m reprogramming them is another way to say what I’m doing. It’s part of some research I’ve done at the University with neuro-linguistic programming or NLP.”

Terry, Crystal, Claire, and Ellen came in from their morning ski runs about then. I introduced them to Jed, and I felt proud of how each one of them interacted with him. He’d been evaluating women for so long; I knew he’d have some thoughts about them later.

The three women went to change out of their ski togs, and agreed to meet us for lunch. Jed explained to them about his companions as well. I got the attendant at the inn desk to arrange for a large table for us at a nearby restaurant.

Lunch was a great meal that took almost three hours because of all the conversations going on simultaneously. Mark Ang had joined us, along with the head of the cinematography, Larry Lazenby. Periodically, during lunch, we’d change seats to better pursue a conversation with someone instead of trying to talk across the table and other conversations.

The beauty and poise of Janice, Lea, and Sam didn’t go unnoticed by Crystal, Ellen, and Claire. The latter three got the others talking about Jed’s ‘growth program,’ and how it worked. Jed’s students were open and trusting in their interactions. I could watch how each of them relaxed and felt more at ease with each of us as the meal, and our lingering coffee time continued.

Flirting seemed to be the order of the afternoon. With six women and five men, there was no shortage of humorous repartee taking place. I found myself joining in with enthusiasm with Jed’s companions.

In talking with Janice, Lea, or Sam, each would make solid eye contact, smile to encourage you to talk, and often touch you in some way – a hand on an arm or shoulder, for instance. The moves were seductive and suggestive, but innocent. Although their dress varied, each of them displayed superb taste in clothing, even in the casual setting. Each piece of clothing looked new and chosen to highlight their curves and their femininity. Their jewelry complemented their outfits; each wore beautiful earrings, a necklace, and bracelets of some kind. Hairstyles had been done not out of convenience, but to bring out the best features of their face.

As we walked back to our room, Crystal grabbed my arm. “Those women are so nice, and I just learned so much from them about dressing, makeup, and all. For a while, I felt like chopped liver because they are so pretty and not at all arrogant.”

I defended her, “Hey, you have nothing to apologize or feel badly about. You, Ellen, and Claire are also beauties with loads of charisma, so don’t get your nose out of joint.”

“Oh, I’m not. In fact, they offered to do a critique on us after we have a chance to do something other than do a rushed transition between skiing and meeting up for lunch.”

I asked, “So, you’re going to meet and go through one of their critiques? Be prepared for bluntness. I’ve been through a couple of them back when I stayed with Jed and his crew during my road trip.”

Crystal said, “Well, I hope you’ll come to this one. We start in half an hour.”

Half an hour later, the ten of us sat around our small suite on beds and every available chair, including some we brought in from Jed’s room. Janice kicked things off, “Well, I hope you’re ready for some frank talk – this is how we do it. We also start with hugs and reassurances that this is to help us be better people, to stand out in the best way possible, and to be pleasing to both mind and eye. This is not done with malice or anger. We end with hugs too, and kisses are invited.” She smiled at us, and we each made sure we hugged everyone in the room, although they were polite hugs and not at all romantic or sexual.

Janice then said, “Just so you get a feel of it, I’ll start the ball rolling.” She turned and put herself on display. As she did, she spoke, “You should be seeing how you feel about my hairstyle, my makeup, my jewelry, my clothing, my shoes, and my demeanor – everything you can see or sense.” She spoke slowly, so each of us could review the items she mentioned and see how we felt about it.

Sam stepped in, “I’ll start the critique. The red sweater doesn’t go with your skin tone. A rust or something towards brown would go better with your complexion and hair color.”

She no sooner finished, than Jed spoke. “Just so you all know; we are allowed to disagree with each other, although it sends confusing messages. In this case, I like the red. It’s a pleasant contrast for me. What bothers me more is the greenish color of your slacks. You look too ‘Christmas’ for my taste – green pants white top, or red top and black pants would be better for me.”

Lea remarked, “I agree with Jed. Further, the Ugg’s on your feet, while fashionable in this setting, detract from the beautiful effect of your rear and shapely legs. The draw everyone’s eyes to your boots, and not to some of your better assets. Also, I liked the hairstyle you had last week, where your hair turned under instead of today where your hair flips outward. I hadn’t thought about it until now, but the under style framed your face better; the outer flip somehow sent a message of ‘I don’t care about anything’.”

Jed and I made a few comments, somewhat blunt about how her sweater hid her upper assets, her well-done makeup, and favorable comments about her leadership style when she first met us. Our comments were positive or suggestions for improvement. Crystal, Ellen, and Claire didn’t comment, stating that their observations had already been covered, and they were still learning the process.