La Chatte Heureuse (The Happy Pussy)
Copyright© 2021 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 93: Melissa: New Arrivals
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 93: Melissa: New Arrivals - The Happy Pussy is an exclusive women-only club located on a remote island. Nicole suddenly finds herself unemployed and homeless. The advertisement for a receptionist position at the club is her lifeline. Only when the sexually inexperienced Nicole arrives on the island does she realise exactly what sort of activities are carried on at the club. She is drawn into the dark and alluring world of debauchery the club offers and which push her moral boundaries to breaking point.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Slavery Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Double Penetration Food Masturbation Sex Toys Squirting Slow Illustrated
Melissa
Amber and I are returning from the service area when we notice Pearl and Opal heading towards the jetty with the tractor and trailer. Pearl is driving the tractor, and I notice that she is uncertain of the controls. She parks the tractor and trailer about twenty metres from the jetty, but she doesn’t back the trailer closer to where the launch docks. Kirsty will not like that.
“Come on Amber. We had better go and rescue your friends before Madame Kirsty berates them for not parking the trailer close enough to the launch.”
We walk down to the jetty just as the launch comes into view around the headland. While I would have preferred that there were no member arrivals this afternoon, Kirsty assured me that she could transport the arriving members and their luggage as well as the last batch of the contractor’s supplies stored in the shed near the dam. I sit on the tractor and reverse the trailer to its usual place to handle arrivals. It’s a task I done many times when I was a member of the Slave caste, so my reversing make the task look a lot easier than it is in reality.
Kirsty seems relieved to see me as the launch pulls alongside the jetty.
“Did you get my message?” she calls to me.
“No,” I reply, realising that nobody in the Administration office knows where I’ve been for the last hour or two.
While those of the Slave caste have small devices attached to their necklaces to enable Administration to locate their whereabouts, I no longer carry the device now that I’ve switched to the Mistress caste. Consequently, any urgent message would require someone to try and find me. Searching the service area at the back of the buildings wouldn’t have been an obvious place to look. Tracking Amber’s device might have helped track me, but it relies on someone in the office having time to do so. With a lot of staff on leave at the moment, the Administration office is working with fewer people than usual.
“Sorry, but I forgot to tell the office where I was after we left the dungeon.”
“You had better come aboard then,” replies Kirsty, as the four arriving mistresses disembark and Amber, Pearl and Opal load their luggage onto the trailer.
“Amber. You wait there for me,” I say as I follow Kirsty into the main cabin of the launch. “Pearl and Opal, you are to take the luggage up to reception. Return here afterwards.”
I’m surprised to find two women sat on one of the benches looking uncertain about their welcome.
“Two of the contractors due tomorrow persuaded April to allow them to come on this afternoon’s bus from Cordwell,” says Kirsty.
“Did April explain why she agreed to allow that?”
“Not to me. April wasn’t in the office when I arrived. I radioed Chloe, and she said I was to bring them. I left a message for you to warn you, but you clearly haven’t received it.”
I turn toward the two women, both of whom look nervous as though they are having second thoughts about coming to the island today.
“I’m Melissa,” I say. “I’m in charge of liaising with those working on the construction work. I haven’t received any information about why you are here today, so please explain to me what is going on.”
“I’m Valerie and this is Jean,” says the older of the two twenty-something women. “We’re temporary employees of the company you’ve contracted to do the work on the island. We had to make our own way to Cordwell, and the only transport we could arrange meant arriving today. We don’t have the money for overnight accommodation in Cordwell, so we threw ourselves at the mercy of the lady in your office in Cordwell. She allowed us to come here this afternoon.”
I reach for my tablet computer that I’ve started carrying around with me now that the construction work is about to start. I check the list of the contractor’s employees scheduled to work on the island, and I locate Valerie’s and Jean’s names on the list. I don’t bother asking Kirsty if she checked their identification since that is standard practise for all arrivals.
“Okay,” I say. “But before you disembark, I presume you know what type of resort is on this island?”
“A women only private club,” replies Jean.
“Yes. But your early arrival means we haven’t had time to put in place the protocols club members will adopt while you are working here. You will need to accept us as you find us, so if you are easily shocked, you had best stay in your rooms tonight.”
“What do you mean?” asks Valerie.
I don’t answer immediately. Instead I briefly leave the cabin.
“Amber, come aboard for a moment.” I call.
Amber complies and enters the cabin already suspecting that something unusual is happening.
“The women you will see on the island will either be dressed like me, or like Amber here,” I say to Valerie and Jean. “From tomorrow onwards, those dressed like Amber will be wearing overalls in your presence, but we don’t have time to distribute the overalls today. If that offends you, then, as I said, you should remain in your rooms until the rest of your group arrive tomorrow.”
“Okay,” replies Valerie. “I’m broad minded enough to tolerate the sight of naked tits.”
Jean nods in agreement, although I detect her reaction to Amber’s exposed tits is far more than simple tolerance. If I had time to explore Jean’s reaction further, I might find that she’s aroused at the thought of La Chatte Heureuse’s lifestyle. However, I won’t push the thought any further. Valerie said the pair of them couldn’t afford a motel, so they are clearly not well off. La Chatte Heureuse’s club fees aren’t cheap, even for those in the Ladies caste.
“I’ll take Valerie and Jean up to reception and get them organised with rooms,” I say to Kirsty. “Amber can help unload the cargo and she can join Pearl and Opal for the rest of their work shift.”
Valerie and Jean grab their belongings and follow me up the driveway towards the administration building. Fortunately the accommodation in building E2 is already prepared for tomorrow’s arrivals, so it’s only a matter of assigning them rooms and registering their palm prints to operate the appropriate locks. Nicole is on duty in reception having completed registering the four Mistress caste members who have just arrived.