Chapter 5: The New Receptionist

Lying in bed toying with my clit isn’t something I’ve done for quite a while, and I’m careful not to disturb the four other women sleeping around me. But yesterday introduced me to so many different erotic sensations that I feel as though I’m living in a dreamworld revolving around sex. Which I suppose is precisely what La Chatte Heureuse delivers to everyone staying on this remote island.

I went to sleep easily enough. I’m no stranger to sleeping in a dormitory, and this bed is a huge improvement on sleeping inside my car. Ever since I lost my home and job in a storm, I’ve had to endure cramped and uncomfortable nights. Now my new job at La Chatte Heureuse has offered me a lifeline. One with some unexpected benefits.

As dormitories go, this one is slightly better appointed than the one at boarding school. When I was twelve years old, my parents packed me off to boarding school so that I didn’t get in the way of their hectic social life. They rarely bothered about me after that. Christmas holidays were some bizarre form of family torture, and I spent my summer holidays at Girl Scouts camps and the like. The small allowance my parents gave me stopped when I turned eighteen, and from then on I learned to make my own way in the world. Four years later I’m here with few worldly possessions and about fifty dollars in the bank.

I get more rigorous in teasing my clit. Before long I’m close to an orgasm. Any girl caught doing this at school was severely reprimanded, although that didn’t stop the practise. I suspect that nobody here will mind in the least. I reach my peak and I bite my lip trying not to squeal as my orgasm wracks through me. I’m about to wipe my moist hand on my nightdress when I remember that I’m not wearing one. Not that my room-mates seem to mind me sleeping naked, since Brooke and Judith do the same. Grace only wears a pair of panties and Stephanie wears a negligee which hides very little of her fit 35 year old body.

With my lust sated for the moment, I drift back to sleep, only to be woken about ten minutes later by music playing over the loudspeaker. Judith starts squirming on her bed as the electronic vibrator inside her cunt works its devilish magic in response to the music. I glance at Brooke’s bed to see if she’s in the same state of ecstasy, but I recall that she said that she removed the device overnight. It doesn’t take long before Judith is clutching her cunt as she dashes for the bathroom before she wets her bed. I notice Stephanie, who oversees all the members of the Slave caste at La Chatte Heureuse, seems aroused at the sight of Judith’s surrender to her base desires.

It’s six thirty in the morning, and it’s time for the three slaves on the staff to get up and prepare breakfast for the employees of La Chatte Heureuse. Stephanie does likewise since she needs to unlock the Slaves sleeping in building E4. Brooke and Judith are joined by Olivia from the other dormitory as they take a communal shower and complete their ablutions. There’s no fixed time for those of us in the Ladies or Mistresses castes to get up, but if we want breakfast before we start work at eight o’clock then we can’t linger in bed for too long.

All eight members of the staff are washed and dressed and busy helping ourselves to the buffet style breakfast by seven thirty. Monique joins us a short while later. By eight o’clock everyone is ready to start work. It’s a regimented routine, but my boarding school experience means it’s something I can easily cope with.

Monique summons me to her office at eight o’clock and proceeds to go through my duties as La Chatte Heureuse’s new receptionist. Until now, Monique or Stephanie have been meeting members as they arrive and sorting out accommodation appropriate to their caste and needs. Apart from the infrequent special events, which have a proper reservation system, the otherwise chaotic system of allocating accommodation has worked so far. Monique admits that this is simply because there has never been a situation where demand has exceeded the ability of La Chatte Heureuse to supply transport and accommodation. But that’s a situation which is about to change with the opening of the main house and the continued repair and refurbishment of the other currently unused buildings. It doesn’t take a mathematical genius to work out that a twelve seater bus and similar sized boat making three round trips a week aren’t going to cope with the comings and goings of up to four hundred members and twenty staff. Apparently part of my job is to make all those problems go away as cheaply as possible.

“How many members does La Chatte Heureuse have on its books?” I ask Monique.

“Several thousand and growing fast, although only the five hundred premium members are currently allowed to use the facilities here. It’s the only way we’ve been able to avoid becoming swamped with members wanting to stay here. But with the reopening of the main house we’re about to remove that restriction and allow all members access to the island. It will probably be difficult for a few months until more of the accommodation buildings can be refurbished.”

Monique explains more about how membership of La Chatte Heureuse works. Members pay an annual fee which varies depending on the caste the member chooses, and whether they are a premium or regular member. The Lady caste is the cheapest since they can’t participate in many of La Chatte Heureuse’s activities. Nevertheless it’s a popular caste. It’s the caste all new employees enter by default when we start. The Slave caste is about five hundred dollars a year more, while the annual fee for the Mistress caste is an eye-watering sum which ensures that they are a very exclusive group.

As an employee of La Chatte Heureuse, I will get a discount on the membership fees if I choose to change from the Lady caste. But even so, it’s going to take me a few months to be able to afford membership of the Slave caste. And the Mistress caste is going to be out of my reach financially for some time to come. But I don’t give up on the idea of leaving the Lady caste, it just means that I need to be patient.

“Each premium member is entitled to five nights of free accommodation on the island each year,” adds Monique. “If they want to stay longer than that, then there’s a charge depending on their caste and, if they’re a slave, whether or not they work for their keep. It’s one of the reasons the Field Slave category of the Slave caste is popular, and it saves La Chatte Heureuse from having to employ more staff.”

Monique shows me where I’m to work, which is in the same open office as Brooke. I’m shown how to log onto the computer system using my palm print as an identifier. For the next few hours I’m left alone to learn how the reservation system works, and its many foibles. In essence it’s a standard hotel reservation application, although many of its features haven’t been used so far. The reservation system links through to the application Kirsty uses to see how many people need transport and whether she needs to make any special trips. I suspect the data in the system also allows the appropriate quantity of food and other supplies to be ordered, which is part of Brooke’s duties.

My first real test is when I receive a notification on my computer screen that there are pending reservation requests in the system. Fortunately that part of the system seems intuitive but, to be safe, I ask Brooke to come and watch what I’m doing. There’s an option on La Chatte Heureuse’s website for members to make reservation requests. All I need to do is match the member’s caste to the appropriate type of available accommodation. The first request is from a member who belongs to the Mistress caste and who wants to spend a week here with her own submissive in a fortnight’s time. When I check on which rooms are available in building E3, I see what Brooke meant yesterday when she said that normally there are more members staying on the island than are here at the moment. There’s no available accommodation where the two of them can share a suite in E3. If the Mistress is content for her submissive to sleep in E4, then there are beds available. I compose a reply to that effect. Brooke confirms my actions and I send the reply on its way. She suggests that I put a temporary reservation on a room in E3 and a bed in E4 until the member replies.

By comparison the other reservation requests are straight forward and are all easily dealt with. By lunchtime I’m feeling much more comfortable with what I’m doing and I leave Brooke in peace. I remember that lunches are a help-yourself affair from the room down the corridor. Brooke and I take a quick break shortly after midday.

“Take a walk around outside for half an hour,” suggests Brooke. “It’s a nice day and I can cover for you in the unlikely event anything urgent should crop up.”

“Do you want to join me?” I ask.

“I’m not allowed to leave this building unless a Mistress gives me a task requiring me to go outside.”

Yet again I’m reminded that Brooke is a member of the Slave caste, and there are limitations on what she can do and where she can go. Not that she seems to mind. It’s another thing for me to consider if I choose to change my caste.