Chapter 4: Sunday on the bus

I got on the bus. Two guys, both about 25, were sitting across the aisle from each other in row 4. I sat down in the aisle side of row 3 seat putting my bag on the window seat. After the bus got going again I turned around allowing my sundress to strongly hint that I was not wearing a bra.

I asked, “So are you guys also going to SU?”

Mike and Bob nodded yes.

“I’m going for a job interview. If they will have me I want to be a companion.”

Bob: “Any chance I can be the one that interviews you?”
Mike: “Hey, I was going to ask that.”

“Thanks for your interest, but the management at SU will be interviewing me. I can’t promise anything except that if what I have been told is true you will certainly see me at SU. I will mention that both of you volunteered to interview me. I don’t know all the rules yet but I don’t see how my mentioning your volunteering will hurt anything.”

Here I bent over just enough to prove to both guys that I was not wearing a bra. Later on a stretch of smooth road, I put on a little dance show. Soon one of the spaghetti straps left my shoulder. This totally intentional “wardrobe malfunction” completely uncovered one very attractive breast. I covered it with one hand with a feigned shock that such could ever occur. Somehow my quick hand movement unintentionally released the other strap. The dress slid to my waist before I managed to catch it.

Just then the bus hit a bump. Forget the dress. I had to grab the seat handles to avoid falling. The dress fell to the floor. Mike and Bob were wondering if I was shaved “down there”. And now greeted with a bald pussy they stopped wondering. I waited and looked to be sure there are no more bumps coming up then pulled my dress back up. Giving a little bow I returned to my seat to applause from Mike and Bob.

When the bus arrived at SU I thanked the bus driver for the ride. “You are very welcome. But I should be thanking you for the show. Oh, sorry for the bump and nice butt.” Mike and Bob got a decent downblouse view as I exited the bus first.

They both walked through the gate toward Ed.

Ed Warren (clothed) was standing by the first door and started talking to Mike and Bob. I pointed down the row of doors, showing 5 fingers. Ed nodded and got back to Mike and Bob.

DAY ONE

Door #5 was unlocked and I entered. A few seconds later Marcy appeared, totally nude.

“You must be Z. Please remove your dress and shoes.”

“Okay.”

I folded my dress neatly and put it in my suitcase. My shoes went into a plastic grocery bag and then into the suitcase.

“Welcome to SU. I’m Marcy, the ‘house mom’. That means that I am here to listen to any issues you have. I’m also good at resolving problems.

“Let’s start by showing you around. Follow me.”

“Here is your room it’s one of the Companion’s Lounge rooms. You share it with 3 other ladies. It’s your retreat when SU gets a little too intense. You will sleep here when you are not sleeping with a guest. After I show you around I want you to find your own way back.

“This is the massage room. A staff member must accompany guests when using this room. You are now considered a staff member. We used to use baby oil but after we discovered Nuru massage jell we removed the oil. Nuru jell seems more slippery than oil. That Japanese jell makes body slides heavenly. It’s also colorless, tasteless, odorless, non-toxic and water-soluble. I suppose you could drink the stuff but that’s not recommended. A little in your mouth is not a problem. With extended use, it will dry out. A little water from these squirt bottles and it’s back to being slippery. I think the Japanese make the stuff from seaweed. I know they eat seaweed. How they ever turned seaweed into massage jell is beyond me.

“We have a frequent visitor who brings the stuff in from Florida. I think he gets it from Amazon. There is no import duty for travelers bringing in less than $1000 in merchandise even if it’s intended for resale. If we had to buy the stuff locally it would cost 5 times as much. He and his wife love it here. We have a barter deal with them. They provide enough Nuru jell we don’t ask them to pay. Both tip our ladies well. They spend a week or ten days and only leave when they are what he calls sexed out.