Lauren Gisal II: In South America
Copyright© 1999 by Francis Dashwood
Chapter 3
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Lauren graduates from school and takes a job as governess of two teens in South America. It is a job for which she is poorly qualified. Her lack of control over the teens and her need for sex result in temptation and submission in the house. A local war between the army and rebels makes them temporarily homeless, but even that shows how Lauren is willing to trade her body for temporary safety. Will they make it back home safely and will Lauren find the strength to do her job properly?
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers NonConsensual Romantic Lesbian Fiction Incest First
Several days later, her mother came bounding up the stairs and into her room. Lauren rolled over in bed and squinted at her as though she must be crazy to even think of being up before 9 o'clock. She had a letter in her hand, certified delivery, from San Falino.
"Open it, then" urged her mother.
"Oh, I'll do it tomorrow, it's too tiring opening letters" she said with
a grin.
"Oh come on, or I'll do it"
"No, no, it's OK, let me have it!" Lauren said, grabbing the envelope. Half conscious, she shrugged her nightie back into position, covering her breasts in a semblance of decency. Aware of the sudden warmth of the bed and the caress of the sheets resting on her tiny knickers, she curled her legs up towards her chest and grinned at her mother. With a frantic pull at the corner of the envelope she opened the letter and ripped the return address in half. "Whoops, that's a stupid place to put it." Inside was a handwritten letter, a cheque, a crude map and some photos. Lauren looked at the photos first, judging that the boy was maybe sixteen, perhaps a little older. The girl looked younger, possibly fourteen, but it was a useless picture of her and the only features that Lauren could determine were her curly blonde hair and the fact that she seemed reasonably attractive.
"Well, what do they say?" asked her mother in a tone that indicated she was now resigned to losing her daughter overseas.
"Er, congratulations... blah blah, money for the ticket and first two weeks, er... not much." she said, dropping the letter on the bed. "Why do people send such hopeless photos, eh? You'd think they would want to send the best one they could find, right?"
"Let me read!" said her mother impatiently as she grabbed the letter. "Oh, you'll get a hundred and fifty US dollars a week, free food plus your lodging - your own room - and you can have the weekend off. Plus you can use the car when it's not needed. Get them ready for school and collect them, as required. Return air fare is paid, initial term of employment six months."
"I can't drive!" complained Lauren.
"Well, it's too late to learn here. That is if you're going to take the job, of course!"
"Oh Mum, we've been through all this. I'm going. It'll be fun. It's not for ever, anyway"
"I know, but it's such a long way away"
"I call you, and write every week"
"When was the last time you wrote a letter?" Her mother sat down on the edge of the bed. "Lori, it's a big responsibility. These children aren't much younger than you. You have to be their guide, their parent and teacher, and look after them. I just hope you realise what's involved, especially as their parents are both working. They're important people from what your father says"
"I know, but I want to do it. Just don't worry." Lauren understood the subtext of her little speech all too well.
"Want some coffee - I've just made some?" asked her mother as she absently picked up Lauren's clothes from the floor.
"Oh thanks, yeah" Lauren slumped back into the depths of her pillow before taking the map. The house seemed to be close to the sea, on the coast just east of Venezuela. Lauren knew very little about the place, except that nothing happened in San Falino. The village, Boquette, seemed to be about two hundred kilometers from the capital, San Serra. Lauren supposed it was nice there, but it looked a little remote, although the hillier region in the north seemed to have larger towns if the map was to be believed.
