"Hi Laurie," Beth said.
            The girl, clad in a thick, ankle length wool coat with a long scarf circling her throat, turned and looked at her curiously.
            "My name is Beth," she said, smiling. "I wonder if I could speak with you for about five minutes."
            "About what?" the girl asked, frowning. "Hey, I remember you. You're that magazine reporter."
            "That's me," Beth smiled. "I'd like to talk to you about your music, about your life."
            "Look I..."
            "I might know a way for you to go to Julliard, or anywhere else you want."
            Beth smiled, turned, and walked over to the long limousine sitting at the curb.
            Laurie stared after her for a moment, then hefted her violin case and followed her there. She was still suspicious, but obviously curious.
            "Who are you? Are you really with a magazine?"
            "I'm miss Moore's assistant."
            She opened the rear door and Laurie bent and saw a beautiful, distinguished looking blonde woman in her mid thirties. The woman was wearing a thousand dollar suit and holding a crystal wine glass.
            "Come in, dear."
            Laurie looked up front, to see that there was no man there, then looked back at Kristen.
            "I don't understand. Who are you? How do you know me?"
            "I know a lot about you, Laurie dear, from your taste in clothing, to how close you came to getting that scholarship to Julliard. And, if I choose, I can get you into that school...or any others. Come in."
            Laurie got in, a bit nervous but anxious as well, sitting on the seat facing backwards. Beth climbed in and sat next to Kristen, facing Laurie, then closed the door.
            "Are you from...some kind of...scholarship group or..."
            "No dear. I'm a businesswoman. I started working when I was younger than you are and I'm worth millions now. This is my apprentice and assistant Beth, whom you've already met."
            "What do you want with me?"
            "To offer you a job."
            "What kind of a job?" Laurie asked, confused.
            "I'm told people call you miss practical. Is that true?"
            Laurie shrugged a little.
            "You have a lovely, soft voice. Have you considered singing?"
            "I do sing a little, but mostly I like to play," the girl said.
            "Do you know how much four years at Julliard would cost?"
            Laurie nodded with a depressed, weary look on her face.
            "If you give me one year of your life I will send you there, pay your tuition, your room and board, the whole works, books, entertainment, transportation..."
            "One year? But... doing what?"
            "I'm opening up a private club, a club for some of the wealthiest, most powerful, most influential men in the country. Where they can go to relax and enjoy themselves. Senators, Chairmen, bank presidents, rock and movie stars..."
            "You want me to be a whore!!?" the girl gaped.
            "Don't be absurd. I can find whores on the street for fifty dollars."
            The girl stared at her, eyes and mouth wide.
            "Is there a difference between playing for the New York Philharmonic and playing for tossed change in the subway?" Beth asked.
            "Wh... what? Of course!"
            "There's a difference between screwing drunken sailors in alleys and... entertaining millionaires and movie stars between silk sheets."
            "Forget it," Laurie said, reaching for the door.
            "Just a moment, Laurie," Kristen said. "I want you to think about this."
            "No way!" the girl said with a certainty.
            "One year, and you could be in Julliard."
            Laurie hesitated.
            "One year, most of the time spent dancing with wealthy, sophisticated gentlemen, hanging on their arms in a casino, eating the finest french food in an upscale restaurant..."
            "And fucking them!"
            "Something most women do all the time, dear."
            "With someone they love!"
            "Yes. True. But it can be quite... enjoyable even if you don't love the man. I know. I've done it, so has Beth. We've both gotten rich doing it."
            "I... couldn't do that... with... strangers," Laurie gulped.
            "I could train you to. It might even be fun."
            "No... no..." Laurie shook her head.
            "The alternative is working as a file clerk somewhere, in some crummy office, with overbearing, arrogant men ordering you around, always dreaming about what might have been," Beth said, frowning.
            "These are wealthy, powerful men," Kristen pointed out. "Clean, polite, well-mannered... solid citizens. They aren't nuts or perverts or anything else that's of any danger, and none of them will ever know who you are."
            "I..."
            "Here." She gave her a card.
            "Think about your alternatives. We will train you in everything you need to know. Most of the work will be quite pleasant, and in one year..."
            "Or in one year you could be filing claims in an insurance company basement," Beth said. 
            Kristen closed the door firmly and walked over to the three teenagers.
            "Hello, ladies," she said, smiling.
            The three girls muttered hellos, each looking wary, nervous, anxious, embarrassed and uncertain.
            Amy was a petit blonde with thick full hair, silky smooth, shoulder length, and parted in the middle. She had a small, sweet round face, tiny mouth and button nose, and looked much younger than her age. She had a tiny perfect body, though, as Kristen had seen in the shower videos, and had been captain of the girl's gymnastic team in high school.
            Courtney was taller, big busted, with cascading ringlets of auburn hair, porcelain skin and an elfin face with bright green eyes. She wanted to be a lawyer, but didn't have the marks to get into law school.
           Robin was a full bodied redhead, her face lightly freckled, her face sunny and open. She was a real cocktease, delighting in how she could turn guys on with just a look, her every move a provocative sway that drew eyes. Of the three she looked the least nervous.
            "Welcome ladies, to the start of a crash course in how to be the perfect little hostess. You have all the physical requirements for this job. All that remains is for us to teach you a few tricks, and get your attitude towards sex and nudity adjusted."
            "We are not going to try and make you sophisticated call girls. It would take years of education to teach you what you'd need to know to be acceptable in that particular branch of the business. all we want is sweet, innocent, giggly, fresh faced young girls who will be suitably impressed by the powerful, wealthy, sophisticated men you'll be entertaining.
            "You will smile brightly at them, giggle at their jokes, dance with them, have a good time... and you will be astonished at the pleasure they give you every time they make love to you. We don't want sleek, knowing sexpots. We want eager, innocent, wide-eyed young things who will be amazed and delighted at each climax.
            "Now, first, strip...naked."
            The three looked at each other nervously, then, first Robin, then the other two began to undress. When they were naked she had them line up shoulder to shoulder. She turned on some music and told them to dance.
            All of them were uncomfortable with the idea, and at first their movements were slow and jerky, awkward and embarrassed.             Robin's breasts bounced up and down and swayed from side to side as the pretty redhead swung her hips. Her face was almost as red as her hair as she tried to dance to the music. But dancing in front of anyone would have been difficult enough clothed, naked it was...intensely embarrassing.
            She wasn't particularly shy about her body... at least around other women, but these were strangers, and this all felt so...
            "Flow to the music. I don't want you humping like sluts. I want you swaying and undulating," Kristen said.
            She stripped naked herself and danced slowly, showing them how she wanted it, sliding her hands up and down her body, squeezing her breasts, rolling her head, and the teenagers tried to imitate her.
            After an hour or so she signalled an end and let them sit down and rest for fifteen minutes, sipping cokes. She kept them naked, however, wanting them to become perfectly at ease that way.
            She left the room briefly, then came back, pulled a chair out across from them and sat down.
            "Amy?"
            "Yes?" the girl asked.
            "I want you to get up, slink over to me, straddle me and sit down in my lap facing me, with your arms around my shoulders. Then I want you to kiss me softly, then french kiss me."
            Amy... in fact, all three of the girls stared in surprise, then looked a each other, and Amy started to object.
            "But I'm not gay!" Kristen said in a high, whiny voice. Then snorted in contempt. "And what difference does that make? You aren't here to kiss people out of affection or sexual interest, girls. You are here to kiss people as professionals who get an enormous amount of money for their efforts. Whether you are attracted to the person you are kissing or making love to is utterly irrelevant."
            Amy swallowed nervously, and looked at the girls flanking her, then she slowly stood up and looked at Kristen. She took a few deep breaths, which made her high, perfect, round breasts rise and fall, then moved slowly forward.
            She wasn't terribly graceful. She spread her legs and moved over Kristen, then gingerly sat down, trying to avoid her chest as she put her hands on her shoulders.
            "You move like a hog," Kristen said, "Do it again, and don't be afraid of touching me."
            She pushed the girl back, then watched as she moved closer again.
            Amy's stomach was in knots, butterflies sweeping through her as she tried to move more gracefully towards the tall, beautiful woman. She flushed in embarrassment as she straddled her, then slid her small bottom down onto the woman's thighs.
            Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she put her arms over the woman's shoulders, then she gasped as her stiff nipples made contact with the woman's own fat round breasts...jerking back.
            The woman put her arms around her and cupped her buttocks, and she yelped and almost moved back.
            "Kiss me," Kristen sighed.
            Amy took a deep breath, then leaned in, feeling her breasts pressing against the woman's again, feeling her chest stiffening, her pussy starting to tingle and burn as her lips met Kristen's.
            Kristen's hands stroked her back and buttocks, then jerked her in hard. She gasped as her breasts were pushed firmly against Kristen's and the woman drove her tongue into her mouth.
            She moaned, both embarrassed and excited as Kristen pulled her head in tighter, her tongue sliding in and out of her mouth, her fingers kneading her buttocks.
            Amy had never had any interest in women before, but her insides were starting to burn with excitement as her breasts mashed and ground into the older woman's soft, full orbs. That the other girls were sitting behind her watching somehow made what she was doing even more arousing, more forbidden and exciting.
            Her mind was filled with confusion as the kiss grew more and more passionate, and she felt her buttocks grinding down against the woman's thighs.
            Then Kristen pushed her back, forced her off her knees.
            "Robin. Now you."
            Robin squeaked in fear, rapidly considered leaving, then, as Amy sat down beside her, panting for breath, slowly got to her feet.
            Like Amy she straddled the tall woman's body and sat down in her lap. Like Amy she felt the same reluctance and embarrassment as their skin touched. She as taller than the petit blonde, though, and her breasts were almost right in Kristen's face.
            That embarrassed her too. She leaned in and kissed her, gasping as the woman's hand cupped her buttocks and the other reached up and squeezed one of her breasts.
            And like Amy she started feeling a distinctive tingle between her legs, even amid the fear and embarrassment assaulting her during their kiss. She found herself relieved, but also oddly sorry when Kristen pushed her back and she stood up.
            Courtney stood up then, her nipples stiffly erect, her hands trembling a little.
            "Wait. Courtney, I want you and Robin to face each other."
            Courtney looked at her, then Robin in confusion. Robin looked just as confused.
            "Face each other. Good. Now kiss each other, hug each other."
            "But..."
            "I don't care that she's a girl. The idea here is to gain confidence in being nude, in your sexuality, and to lose the shock when someone... anyone, touches your body, or when you touch another's."
            She stood up and put a hand on each girl's back, pressing them forward so their naked breasts were crushed up together. Each girl kept trying not to look at the other, faces red.
            "Kiss each other, deep, soft, but passionate kisses."
            They were even more reluctant, but obeyed, at first barely grazing each others' lips, then kissing more firmly, exchanging tongues.
            "Arms around each other," Kristen ordered. "Caress each other's bodies."
            Robin gasped as Courtney's hands cupped her buttocks. The teenager looked terribly anxious and uncomfortable. Courtney was only a little better.
            "Come on, girls, if you're embarrassed about doing something as simple as this with each other how do you expect to do this and more with strange men?"
            She had them change partners, then again, then again, and had each girl evaluate how good a kisser the others were and suggest ways of improving. After an hour they were all more or less used to the feel of other hands, other breasts on them.
            And despite being supposedly straight, all three were aroused to varying degrees, Amy obviously the most.
            She had them dance again, swaying seductively, undulating to slow music.
            When they were finished she put four wooden chairs together facing each other, and ordered them to sit, taking a place herself.
            "Images," she said. "Visual images are far more arousing to men than to women. Men really get off on visual images."
            Her face shifted, eyes closing, mouth opening, tongue sliding over her lips as she rolled her head slowly back and let out a soft groan of pleasure. The three teens watched as her back arched and her breasts thrust out tautly, as her hands reached up, slowly caressing her body, stroking her breasts, then eased back down and between her legs, cupping her mound as she groaned again.
            She sat up straight again, her face composed.
            "There are a lot of ways to arouse a man without even touching him," she said. "Now I want all three of you to do as I just did, just for a start."
            They arched their backs and groaned, Robin too low, Amy too loudly. She had them move slower, repeating again and again until she was satisfied.
            "Now watch me, and be prepared to imitate me."
            She raised her legs and spread them, draping them across the arms of the chair she was in, exposing her sex to the three wide-eyed teens as she slumped down.
            She groaned softly, her hands moving gently over her naked flesh, stroking her breasts, squeezing them, then pinching and pulling at the nipples.
            The three, all feeling embarrassed and excited, did the same at a look from her.
            She continued, her hands sliding down to her groin, moaning softly as she squeezed her pubic mound. She slipped a finger into her mouth, sucking coyly, then eased it down between her legs and began to run it up and down her pussy slit.
            She groaned again, and began to slowly grind her buttocks against the chair, pushing her pussy up against her finger as she stroked it along her slit. She pushed a finger into her hole then, wriggling it in to the knuckles, pumping it slowly, gasping and panting softly.
            The three girls watched, stunned, entranced, embarrassed, as the woman appeared to masturbate. Their faces grew red again, though Amy's eyes were bright and filled with lust as she watched the woman's fingers pumping in her warm sex and squeezing her breasts.
            "All right," she said. "Now you three try and do that."
            The girls all gulped nervously and looked at each other, embarrassed.
            Amy started slowly, lifting her legs and draping them across the arms of her chair, face flushed as she looked at the others. Courtney raised her legs then, and after a bit of a delay, Robin did too, until all were sitting slumped down, legs wide, their crotches exposed lewdly to each other.
            Courtney giggled awkwardly, and Robin looked down, away from the others.
            "Look at each other," Kristen said. "Now run your hands up and down your bodies...slowly. Caress yourselves. Let your eyes close. Open your mouths. You're feeling hot, aroused. Pretend there's a man watching you, getting all horny as your hands move over your soft naked flesh."
            She moved her hands over her own body as she talked, letting her head fall back, rolling it slowly, sighing in pleasure as her hands stroked her round breasts and moved down between her legs.
            "Touch yourself," she said. "Slide your finger back and forth along your pussy. Then ease it in between your lips...yes... slowly... slowly... stroke it up and down your cleft.. massage your clit and that hot pink pussy flesh.
            "Remember how sexy you are, how turned on he is. Believe me, most men looking at you like this is going to have a raging hard-on in about two seconds."
            Amy giggled.
            "Don't move your hands so fast, Amy," Kristen said. "Slow and sensuous."
            Amy nodded awkwardly. Kristen could see her quicker movements were due, at least in part to how excited and aroused the girl was becoming. She was, Kristen guessed, a natural exhibitionist, and show off.
            "Everyone watch Amy," she said.
            Amy blinked in surprise, then embarrassment as the three others all watched her.
            "Rub your clitty, Amy," she said. "Now slide your fingers into your pussy, two of them. Push them in to the knuckles, and moan softly."
            Amy moaned.
            "Softer, more... emotional. Uhhhhhhh," she sighed.
            "Uhnggghhhhh," Amy moaned.
            "Better. Less is almost always better and more believable."
            Amy moaned again, softly, one hand squeezing her small round breast, the other in her groin, two fingers buried to the knuckles in her pussy. She stroked her thumb across her clit as she pumped her fingers in and out, her head pulling back even more.
            Kristen got up and went to the cupboard, then drew out a long, thick pink dildo with straps attached. She slipped the straps up her legs and buckled them behind her, then walked back to the chair and sat down.
            "All right, Amy, stand up and come over here."
            Amy continued to pump her fingers in her pussy for several seconds, then slowed and pulled her head forward, swallowing repeatedly. She slipped her fingers free and pulled her legs off the arms of the chair, then sat forward with a groan.
            The other two girls, big busted Robin and curly haired Courtney looked a the dildo sticking up from Kristen's groin and gasped. Amy didn't notice it till she stood up, then she saw it too.
            "Now pretend I'm a man, dear. I'm all hard and horny from watching you masturbate. Slink towards me. Smile and look seductive, then straddle me as you did before, and sit down on my hard cock."
            Amy's face turned a little red, but then she put on a hesitant smile and moved forward, spreading her legs and straddling Kristen. She reached down and grasped the hard rubber cock, gasping as her small slit touched the head. She eased lower, gasping in pleasure as her lips were split and spread, then gripping Kristen's shoulders and sinking lower, groaning as the thick rubber cock moved deeper into her small belly.
            "Uhhh," she gasped.
            Kristen gripped her bottom, squeezing it, then caught the hair at the back of her head and pulled her face forward, crushing her lips against Amy's mouth as she pulled the girl down.
            Amy moaned and whimpered as her pussy sank down onto the big prick. She eased off a bit, gasping, wriggling a little, then sank again...slowly.
            "Oohh. It's...it's big," she gasped.
            "Good. Say that a lot. The men love it," Kristen said with a smile.
            "It iiiisss," Amy groaned.
            "You'll take bigger inside you," Kristen said. "You're not fucking little high school boys any more, Amy."
            Amy gasped again, sinking lower and lower, her pussy bloating out as the round rubber cock pushed up inside her. Then she was all the way down, her small round bottom sitting on Kristen's lap, her hands on the woman's shoulders.
            She took several deep breaths, eyes closed.
            "Now grind yourself against me, move around in my lap."
            "I...oh...wait..." Amy gasped.
            Kristen squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, her tongue probing at the girl's mouth, sliding along her lips, then inside, pulling back, moving along the nape of her neck.
            Her hand slid down onto the girl's buttocks again, squeezing them, then her finger pressed against her anus.
            Amy gasped, and then began to grind her bottom on Kristen's lap, moving in jerky, circular motions, gasping and panting as she twisted her belly around on the rubber cock.
            "Wha... what are you... doing?" she gasped.
            "Men like round little bottoms, Amy," she said. "You can be sure they'll want to put more than their fingers back here."
            Amy gasped, her eyes going wide, then she shuddered and began to slide up along the dildo.
            "Ride my cock, little girl," Kristen said. "Slide your hot, hungry little pussy up and down on it."
            The other two girls watched the lewd tableau with wide eyes, both alternating between embarrassment and excitement.
            "I didn't tell you two to stop masturbating," Kristen said to them.
            They started caressing their bodies again, watching as Amy began to ride up and down on Kristen's rubber prick. They could both easily see how slick the dildo was now as the small girl rose up, sliding her tightly clutching pussy along its length.
            Robin was shocked by what she was doing, shocked by what Amy was doing. Her mind was spinning like a top as she continued to argue with herself, every other moment on the verge of jumping up and running out of the room. How could she possibly do this, she wondered.
            She had thought she knew about sex, that she could be casual about it. But the sexual experiences she had had had been nothing like this, had never exposed her to this level of lewd, wanton behaviour. She felt incredibly embarrassed watching Amy ride up and down on the rubber cock, almost as embarrassed as she was pretending to masturbate while others watched.
            But her pussy was steaming, and she felt sharp little tingles of heat every time her finger slipped across her clit. She continued to insist that she was just playacting, refusing to admit even to herself that she could be masturbating in front of other people.
            Then her eyes got even wider as she saw how fast Amy was moving, saw her body jerking and her back arching, heard her gasps and moans of pleasure, gasps and moans that did not sound at all fake to her.
            She saw the two kissing in lewd, lesbian passion, the older woman's hands gripping the slight teen's buttocks as she helped jerk her up and down on the fake cock.
            "Oh...oh...I...I...oohhh!" Amy gasped, her bottom slapping on Kristen's thighs as she bounced up and down.
            Her head was jerking up and down and she was grunting now as her buttocks came down, then she arched her back, gurgling in pleasure, grasping Kristen tightly, mashing her breasts against the woman's own as she trembled and came.
            Robin watched, fascinated, for she'd never really seen another person come before. The guys she'd had sex with had done her in darkened cars, and mostly she hadn't been able to see much other than their chests when they were coming.
            It was an incredibly erotic sight. Though she'd never felt any sexual attraction towards women she found herself getting tautly aroused as she saw the petite young woman's lovely body bouncing and jerking atop the hard cock, saw her slit sliding furiously up and down the length of the dildo.
            She was stroking her own clitoris almost absently, she felt her own hips beginning to grind as the heat built up rapidly inside her. She suddenly realized she was about to climax, and halted, shocked and embarrassed.
            Amy gave a final heave then fell forward against Kristen, going limp, gasping for breath as the older woman ran her hands up and down her back and squeezed her buttocks.
            "Not bad for an amateur," Kristen said in amusement.
            She gave the girl's buttocks a little slap, and Amy weakly climbed off, then, blushing, took her place on her seat again.

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