Chapter 2: The Get-Together.

Sarah, who tried several times to engage Mia in a conversation, gave up and allowed Lena and Paul to tug her in the direction of the academy’s lounge, where the first meeting of this month’s fiancées would occur. She wondered what was up the ass of the obviously surgically enhanced woman. Sarah had encountered many women like Mia, who pedantically pushed their food around their plate while refusing to eat, lest they add an extra gram of fat to their skinny bodies. Sarah enjoyed her food the same way she enjoyed sex—with great gusto!

Lena and Paul allowed Mia to push past them and enter the lounge first. They smiled at Sarah and shrugged, knowing that, of the two women, Sarah would have much less of a struggle to fit in with the academy’s programs than the highly strung Mia. The pair wondered what Mia’s fiancé had seen in her. Still, it wasn’t theirs to judge, so they guided Sarah around the room, introducing her to the other fiancées.

Sarah quickly realised that she was the only plus-sized woman in the group. She sighed, wondering if Adam expected her to become one of those salad-eating bitches. Mia especially reminded her of the long list of ‘hot girls’ from her high school and college years who had treated her abysmally. She recalled Adam’s statement when he said, “Skinny salad-eating bitches do nothing for me,” and hoped it was the truth.

Most of the women attending seemed quite vacuous to her. There were two exceptions: the diffident, beautiful blonde whom Lena introduced as Kylie stirred her new bisexual desires, while the shy, mousy-blonde named Sally evoked her protective instincts. Sarah wanted to help the young woman break out of her shell and learn to embrace her sexuality. The three women formed a small group and soon began talking animatedly as they got to know each other.

Mia strode through the small crowd to the bar and immediately ordered a glass of champagne. She hadn’t been told to bring any money, so she knew the drinks must either be free or charged back to her fiancé. She was royally pissed, and if Joshua were before her, she would have given him a piece of her mind. This whole ridiculous charade had her fuming. As if she, Mia, queen of all she surveyed, needed to be taught how to be a good wife. ‘Bring me a golf ball, and I’ll show you how to suck it through a straw,’ she thought. ‘What else does a husband need?’

Mia sipped her drink and looked over the small crowd. Spotting Lars and his barely concealed enormous wang, Mia stared at him and smiled until he noticed her. Lars muttered something to the woman with him and made his way over to her. Mia assumed it was because she alone stood out among the mingers and slappers in the room.

In reality, it was because the pneumatic-titted, bottle-blonde, surgically enhanced thirty-five-year-old was the only woman over thirty in the room. Lars had a preference for older women. The academy’s founder was a sixty-year-old society matron named Cynthia Nixon, whom Lars had joyfully bedded many times.

Lars briefly ignored Mia and ordered a sparkling mineral water with a lime slice from the bartender. Upon receiving it, he turned to Mia and asked, “Do you have questions?”

“You and the other attendants are here to service the guests, right?” Mia asked abrasively.

Hiding his distaste, Lars replied, “Part of our duties is to encourage the fiancées to relax and enjoy their sexuality, yes.”

“I would enjoy my sexuality with you,” Mia said bluntly.

Lars stared at the mid-thirties woman and wondered if she’d learn anything from the ensuing month. He couldn’t understand why anyone could not have seen that the woman was a climber and found only one part of a man’s anatomy attractive—his wallet.

He pointed at a portion of the wall behind the bar. “That’s a real wood wall, did you know that?” Mia shook her head, wondering about the point of Lars’s statement. “Do you see the hole where the knot has fallen out?” Mia looked and nodded. Then Lars said, “I’d rather fuck that knot than you. You’re a plastic, wannabe society princess with little going for you other than a surgically enhanced face and body, and I have no idea why anybody would want to marry you.” Lars took his drink and rejoined his group, which included the couples assigned to Sarah, Sally, and Kylie.

He smiled, thinking about his Mistress, Imogen Bailey. He intimately knew Paul and John because they were also Imogen’s slaves. His grin widened, recalling how much fun Imogen and Matthew had playing with Imogen’s men. He remained amazed that Imogen remained Matthew’s only servant, despite Imogen’s encouragement to take more.

“What did the plastic blonde want?” Mila asked.

“For me to fuck her,” Lars replied, and shrugged.

“Oh,” Mila giggled. “I take it you said no?”

“I told her I’d rather fuck the knothole in the wall,” Lars said flatly.

“Oops,” Lena laughed. “Mistress Imogen will cane someone’s ass tonight.”

“Worth it,” Lars chuckled.

The sextet watched as Mia tried to entice more of the staff, but, to a man, they all turned her down. Joshua had spent a lot of time conferring with the academy’s founder, Cynthia Nixon, about his fiancée. Joshua believed Mia had potential hidden beneath her icy exterior, and he hoped Cynthia’s academy could break Mia’s shell and allow the beautiful person he knew she could be to emerge.

A big part of the academy’s strategy was to deny Mia any sexual relief other than with someone she thought was beneath her. The theory being that Mia would learn that people were people and their monetary status was immaterial. However, an immediate problem reared its head when Cynthia and her senior staff reviewed Mia’s pictures and videos—to a man, they were uninterested in the Botox-filled, collagen-enhanced, silicon-breasted thirty-five-year-old. The academy’s groundskeeper, Jim Davis, who is currently pretending to be Mia’s porter, was the only man who expressed an interest in fucking her. Somehow, Jim had seen the same thing Mia’s fiancé had seen.

Frustrated by her inability to have any of the barely clad men react to her, Mia decided to see if she could join one of the groups swirling around. With her typical arrogance, Mia thought the other women ignored her because her beauty intimidated them. The reality was that many of these young women had been bullied by Mia and her ilk at high school, uni, and at their workplaces, and they were reluctant to open themselves to her lest she bully them here, too. Eventually, Mia gave up and returned to the bar. She ordered another glass of champagne and decided to get drunk.

Sally, Sarah, and Kylie discovered they had much in common. Sarah was significantly more sexually experienced and promiscuous than the other two women, but they all shared a similar sense of humour, and Sarah found herself attracted to both of them. Sally, who had experienced precisely one lover, and Kylie, whose only sexual experience involved giving blowjobs to deter overly eager men, were fascinated by Sarah’s adventures, both here and prior to her arrival. Sally, in particular, wondered if she dared try the things that Sarah confessed to having done just before attending the gathering. It seemed Leo wanted her to explore sex with others, but Sally’s inherent reticence made it unlikely she would.

Kylie was much more circumspect, but she wondered because she’d been severely tempted when Mila had patted her pussy and invited Kylie to lick it. Kylie wondered if she wasn’t, in fact, a lesbian, because she was much more interested in licking Mila’s pussy than sucking Lars’ cock. However, as she looked around the room at the exposed pussies and barely covered wangs, she found her mouth watering as she imagined kneeling and sucking or tasting. Kylie worried that the other two with her could smell her arousal.

Interestingly, Sarah and Sally shared the same concerns. All three girls were drinking a lovely Chardonnay the bar attendant had suggested, and it seemed their arousal climbed with every sip. Sally looked around, immediately noticing that hers weren’t the only nipples tenting tops. She unobtrusively let her eyes drop, and saw many wet slits and even quite a few engorged clitorises.

Sally gulped, wondering if it was normal for women gathered together among barely dressed men to be so aroused. Perhaps her arousal was typical in this situation, but she was unaware of other’s arousal because, of course, women rarely exposed their pussies for all to see. Sally turned until she could see her two attendants. Maja and John sat with four others. They all appeared to be drinking mineral water, but their faces were flushed, and the three women’s nipples were prominent.