Description: Continuing from the last episode, Aubrey White finds herself obligated to live the world of a hyper-sexual. Can she change her reserved self to understand this lifestyle, and even embrace it?







For the first few days, Aubrey hid in her apartment located in the off-campus housing development a few blocks from the University. A small gaggle of reporters and curiosity seekers had flocked around the area at first though they had quickly lost interest as soon as some other scandal of the day had popped up on the news feeds. Her assistants took over the class temporarily while she kept in touch via her laptop with the following week’s coursework and lectures that she had typed up.

She barely recalled the daze of that first day, finally arriving back at her apartment exhausted and feeling terrible. According to the terms of the contract she had signed, she would only be allowed to wear a clear poncho during inclement weather or a long coat if the temperatures averaged below a certain level. A sports bra was allowed for exercise as well as a special bottom for hygienic purposes if she was having excessive discharges, however she could not wear both at the same time for any extended period of time or face sanctions. Her wardrobe had been packed up and sent into storage. She still wore a towel around herself at first, though she assumed if she made that a habit that there would be a warning.



On the second day, Charlene dropped by to begin planning her training. Aubrey’s eyes were red from lack of deep sleep as she had tossed and turned all night. She resentfully offered the younger woman a cup of coffee. They sat in the living room awkwardly.

Finally, Aubrey broke the silence, “So, let’s get this over with. What do you have planned for me, since I am at your mercy.”

Charlene ignored the bitterness in Aubrey’s voice, replying, “Have you ever gone to a spa?”

“What?”

“You know, a spa. Get massaged, relax in a sauna, get your skin peeled? That sort of thing.”

“I don’t think so. I’ve never had the time really. Studies and then work,” she replied, puzzled.

“Goodie, first things first. We’ll go to a great place I’ve got booked. You’ll have to lose the towel though. Rules are rules.”

Aubrey put her hands on her head, shaking it and responding with near panic in her voice, “I’m not ready yet. I’ll need a week or something to think about it.”

“That’s not going to work. You agreed to this. You can’t hide in here for the whole time or I will call off the whole thing for breach of contract.” Aubrey just stared into her coffee cup. Charlene sighed, exasperated, “OK, I will come back tomorrow. Please rest on it. I suggest getting used to not wearing anything for the duration. Don’t you use a public gym to exercise? You can’t be that shy in this day and age.”

“Well, of course, I have taken showers at the gym when I worked out, but that is a totally different context!”

“Just imagine that everyday life is now like the locker room of your gym, except with mixed sexes. And people actually staring. And maybe some touching. And stuff. Fun stuff,“ exclaimed Charlene as her nipples perked up again. Before Aubrey had to ask Miz Pervert not to jack off on her leather sofa, Charlene got up and said her goodbyes. Before she exited, Charlene pulled out some items wrapped in a shopping bag from her big shoulder pouch.

“What’s this?”

“It’s pretty obvious,” winked Charlene. “You need to unwind a bit, you are tense!”

When Aubrey looked inside the shopping bag, she rolled her eyes and tossed it onto the floor.

She woke with a start. Sometime during the long day she had fallen asleep on the couch. Now, it was twilight in the living room of her modest one bedroom flat. Staring at nothing, she let the quiet settle in, unmotivated to turn on the television or even a light.

The community was very small as most of the residents lived in the hills in large estates. The town itself was only a dozen streets of small shops, a pharmacy, police station and adjacent fire house, a little organic grocery, a small hotel, a gas station or two with mini-marts, and a clutch of apartments that was mostly off-campus housing for the students and staff of the University. The average laborers commuted from farther away since housing was quite expensive in this exclusive area. Hence, there was little of the big city ambient noise to drown out her thoughts.

Sighing, she tried to imagine what Charlene could be up to. She was probably having a great time. She was probably having sex. Wild, crazy, sex. For herself, she had only been with a couple boyfriends, the second one becoming a fiancé for a short time. Aubrey had never had much of a sex drive, as she was too focused on her goals. Well, she was very close now: an academic on her way to a long, successful career, hopefully getting tenure someday, maybe even something more prestigious after that. She was already well ahead of the curve, becoming an assistant professor at a relatively young age. She could still start a family and have kids if she wanted.

What did she want? Aubrey sighed again and got up, letting the bath towel fall. In the dim light, her pale skin seemed wan and grey. She touched herself down below. Lately, she had been feeling a little itchy all over her skin, as if she was getting an allergy. It did feel a bit more sensitive than usual, but as she rubbed herself without much enthusiasm, the tingling sensation felt more irritating than pleasurable. What was so special about it that some people just went nuts? She thought to herself. She knew enough about sexuality to realize that a large part of desire came from the mind. Her mind had simply not been that interested in the first place, although she had masturbated on occasion. Out of curiosity, she had tried it a few times and achieved what she assumed was orgasm. Yet, the result seemed hardly worth the effort and embarrassment.

That’s all? She had thought back then; and now too, as she toyed with her clitoris. When her ex-fiancé had worked it with his tongue, it had been pleasurable enough, the stimulation leading to a sudden burst of pleasure, release and then a period of sensitivity. And that was all. None of that sweaty exciting stuff you saw in the porn videos or the gushing enthusiasm and desire. It had been nice to be with him, a bit less lonely, the warmth of skin on skin was good enough, but soon he had felt the gulf between them and the engagement had been broken off when the bastard suddenly “discovered” a new soul mate. She’d cried, but only for a little bit. She had never been that vested into the concept of love. I guess I was always too cerebral, she thought to herself.

Bored again, she let her hand fall to her side. She decided to open the balcony door. It wasn’t a full balcony, just a couple feet of space that was enough to stand in and perhaps placer some planters and decorations or store the odd end. The sea air was much cooler now, raising goose bumps on her bare skin. She put her arms on the railing and peered into the growing darkness. Her apartment faced the ocean although it was mostly blocked from view by the University, tall trees and other buildings. Across the way, there was another row of apartments separated by a large expanse of lawn and landscaping. There were people in their rooms, doing their evening activities, eating or watching television.

Suddenly, she realized that she was naked. It was probably too far for anyone to notice her, plus she probably did not stand out much from the dark room behind her, so she should be fairly safe. Still, adrenaline pulsed through her heart for a moment as shame put blush to her cheeks once more. Her limbs started feeling cold as the blood concentrated in her core, yet she didn’t move for a few minutes, frozen in a surge of fear. Mouth cotton dry, she wondered about this feeling: perhaps, just perhaps, it was excitement.

That night, the room felt warm, so she slept with the sheets off. Her hands found her pubis once again, this time rubbing more need fully. She was half-asleep when she came, so she didn’t really remark on the swirling desire that had filled her dreams. By morning, she had forgotten most of them.

Breakfast consisted of the last of her stock of single-serving yogurt, as she never had much time or energy to cook so the larder was thin. She’d have to order delivery or go out for groceries. She remembered the shopping bag with the items she had left in the entryway. On the coffee table, she arranged the gifts that Charlene had left: sexual aides. They included a tube of lubricant, a clear faux penis, a small motorized vibrator, and a metal item that took Aubrey a moment to realize was a butt plug. She blushed.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. She pulled on her towel and opened the door for Charlene after peering out of the peephole.

“Oh, you’ve gotten out the toys. Had a little private party last night?” Charlene said immediately upon entering. She picked up the floppy clear dildo and mock licked it, grinning, “I took a guess on what size would work for you best.”

Aubrey shook her head, “No, I just looked at them.”

“Aw, what a waste,” the other said, picking up the butt plug. “I know you are curious to try this out. It’s a nice little starter.”

“Look, I don’t need that stuff!”

“So, you like to do it the old fashioned way, I get it,” Charlene wagged her fingers suggestively.

“Wait, no,” Aubrey blushed. “Let’s keep things straight. I agreed to see what it was like to live your lifestyle but I don’t have to live out all of your perversions to the letter.”

“You’re right. We’re jumping the gun a bit here. First, get rid of the towel,” she motioned. “Come on. Don’t be shy.”

Reluctantly, Aubrey pulled off the towel. She said, “I am not a prude. There’s not much to look at, that’s all.” She stood there for inspection, all pink and nervous.

“Oh, ho. I say different,” Charlene whistled. “Turn around.”

“It’s just skin, what’s the big deal?” Aubrey gritted her teeth, spinning around so Charlene could get a good look at her assets. Still, she tried to suck in her paunch a bit. She semi-consciously noted that Charlene’s chest outclassed hers by a sizeable margin, not that her ex-fiancé had complained as far as she knew, she thought defensively. Charlene was clucking to herself as she seemed to explore every nook and cranny of the professor’s body. Aubrey tried to keep her mind off of all the little imperfections that suddenly popped into her head such as her immunization scars, the traces of cellulite on her upper legs, the large veins that could be clearly seen under her pearly skin on the thinner parts of her wrist and calves, and so forth.

“Oh, your ass has a nice curve to it, prof. I’ve got a bubble butt but you’ve got those good old-fashioned pin up girl thighs,” Charlene exclaimed. Aubrey shied away when she tried to grasp her. “A bit of a trim here and there, maybe a wax job, a good pedicure. To the spa with you! Otherwise, grade A. I’d want to fuck you if I was a guy. Actually, I still want to fuck you.”

“You are so rude!” Aubrey replied, scandalized. “I’m not a piece of meat! Just because you’re a woman doesn’t mean this isn’t sexual harassment.”

Charlene ignored her, “You’re hot! Flaunt it, don’t hide it. You’re a goddess. Our ride will be here any minute. It’s still early, no one will see us. Come on.”

“I need my keys and purse,” Aubrey hesitated as she was pulled toward the entryway.

“Don’t need those things. Everything has been taken care of. Someone will mind your place, don’t worry. I’ll go out first and if there is anyone around, I’ll warn you, ok?” Charlene said, clearly getting impatient. “The heater will be on in the car. Just think of it as a college dare. Let’s go!”

With that, the two padded down the stairs outside of the apartment. Morning birds were singing and Aubrey could hear the distant sounds of a lawn mower but otherwise the street was empty of traffic except for a large SUV with tinted windows parked immediately in front of the building. The dark windows from the other apartments seemed like staring eyes to Aubrey but she tried to ignore the tingling feeling on the nape of her neck as she followed the other girl into the waiting vehicle. It was chilly outdoors but the adrenaline helped her to not notice at first.

The SUV had been modified as a livery, so there was a tinted partition that separated the driver from the passengers. There was a mini-bar with drinks and even some finger food. Aubrey was still hungry, as she hadn’t had a decent meal in two days. She forgot she was naked inside of a moving vehicle as she gorged on the little sandwiches. Still, part of her brain still kept tracks of what was going on: She asked, “Who’s paying for all this? I don’t recall the University stepping up for expenses in the contract.”

Charlene winked, “Let’s just say we have certain benefactors funding our little adventure.”

Aubrey didn’t like the sound of that but she shelved it for later. At least the driver could not see them, and the heavy limo tint meant no one outside could see her either, so she was put somewhat at ease. They pulled onto one of the main streets where there were more people out. Charlene made to lower the window but scowled when Aubrey pulled her away from the controls.

“So boring, professor,” Charlene pouted. “You’ll probably complain if I rub one out right now too.”

“Do you really need to do that all the time?”

“Well, yes, I do, but I’ll hold off just for now. Can I play with you though?”

“Stop it!” Aubrey roared, pushing the hands away.

Fortunately, the spa resort was not far. It was located to the north of town. The SUV pulled into the back entryway which was being held open for them, not that there was anyone around so early in the morning. This time, Aubrey didn’t hesitate as Charlene opened the door. Again, she ignored the tingling on her neck and kept her eyes straight as if that would help the embarrassment of being seen by anyone. A female greeter welcomed them into the spa. Aubrey was immediately put at ease by the luxurious accommodations meant for a both a discreet and discrete clientele. The attendants were so polite and professional that she was soon comfortably relaxing in a massage chair getting the full treatment.

They were both given the full course of depilatory waxes, manicures, cleansers, exfoliation, and a full body massage (not necessarily in that order). By the end, Aubrey wondered why she had never done this before: she had never felt as pampered and relaxed. Her whole body seemed to hum in pleasure. Although she had kept herself well maintained, she had never sported such smooth skin and a well trimmed pubic area as she did now. Later, she sat with Charlene in a luxurious bath as food brought in on trays for them to pick and choose.

She sipped from a flute of sparkling wine, “Wow, I can get addicted to this. I assume I can thank our benefactor for paying for this experience.”

Charlene popped a deviled egg into her mouth, swallowed, “Hm. Tasty. Time for the next treat.”

After drying off, they were ushered into another room with fancy massage tables, the type with the holes so that they could lie face down comfortably.

“We already had a massage,” Aubrey said, puzzled at first.

“This time is a specialist who offers some side benefits,” Charlene winked.

When it dawned on her, Aubrey shook her head, “Ah, I’ll pass, thank you.”

“Fine, you can just kick back for a bit then. You’re missing out,” Charlene smiled in anticipation. A burly man wearing only shorts entered the room. Aubrey blushed and covered her chest but he paid her no heed as he went to business oiling up the eager Charlene. Aubrey debated leaving but this was nothing new compared to all the times the exhibitionist had frolicked in her classroom. At least this time, the man seemed quite well endowed. As Charlene lay face down, his hands worked expertly up and down the woman’s body. It didn’t take long until he was kneading around her firm buttocks, thumbs brushing against her womanhood. Charlene reddened in pleasure.

Casually, his fingers slipped between her labia, at first two, then three fingers at a time. Charlene pushed her rump up so he had easy access. He large hands spread her ass cheeks apart, and he leaned down to eat her out. His long tongue lovingly worked up and down from asshole to her engorged vulva until the area was slick with spit. Charlene moaned, rocking her hips back so he could thrust his tongue as deep as possible into her vagina as his slick fingers rubbed her clit. Aubrey felt some heat rise to her face. She had pushed her own hand down to her crotch in a show of modesty but her fingers seemed to move on their own. Startled, she looked around to see if anyone had noticed she had rubbed herself.

During Charlene’s previous escapades, Aubrey had felt nothing but annoyance, yet this time she realized that the sight was arousing her. She swallowed and tried to think of other things, lying back and closing her eyes.

“Mmm, time for some cock,” Charlene murmured. “Thanks. I needed that.”



Aubrey realized the younger woman must have just climaxed. She peeked a look as Charlene turned over to get on her hands and knees on the table. There was a look of pure lust on her face. A knowing smile crept across the girl’s lips as she noted that her trainee was observing. She used one hand to pull the man’s member from his shorts, which he adeptly let fall to the floor and kicked aside in one quick motion. She made a show of slowly gobbling up the erect penis. He reached over to her cup her breasts and rub her sides as she slid his dick down her throat.

Aubrey could see the bulge in Charlene’s throat as his penis thrust in and out. For some reason, this increased her own arousal. She was confused: she’d never been turned on by porn. The man’s perfect abs were impressive, she noted. She shook her head to clear it. Her ex had been thin but not built like this man and the college students had been average. She couldn’t help but imagine touching his muscular thighs. What confused her more was that the sounds of Charlene’s sloppy fellatio also seemed attractive for some reason.

“No, no,” she whispered. “I’m not a pervert.” But she couldn’t help looking again at Charlene’s raised butt. His long arms had reach out to rub them expertly, causing her hips to palpitate in anticipation. Aubrey raised her own butt and unconsciously felt her own suppleness. “No, this can’t be turning me on.” But it was. She used her other hand to cup her own breast and thumb her nipple to attention.

He finally spoke, “Ah, hell ya. I can’t take it anymore.” He pulled away and helped Charlene turn around on the table so he had access to her rear. It was adjusted so he could plunge into her pussy while he was standing up. He slapped her ass cheeks as he penetrated with long, gliding motions. The table shook as they fucked in earnest.

Alongside, Aubrey’s hand moved from her ass cheek to touch her vulva. It was already slick. Her other hand kept massaging her own breast. She’d never masturbated like this before, but for some reason her body responded. She could see the rosy bloom across her flesh as the blood vessels opened up with her arousal. Her fingers touched her throbbing clitoris, now flushed and hot. Both her hands moved in unison to the rhythmic thrusts of the masseuse as he stroked away with abandon. This time, when he glanced over at her finally, instead of shame, she felt a surge of adrenaline and her hands worked faster.

Aubrey bit her own lip, trying to suppress her moans but a guttural sound was building up in her chest at the same time Charlene’s moans increased to loud, animal grunts. As if there was some kind of synergistic feedback loop, the man clenched his own legs together and began forcing his way into Charlene as if he was a drilling machine set to overload. Aubrey didn’t need to see anymore, she closed her eyes and rubbed in time to his thrusts as the table rocked.



Sweat trickled down his ribs. His muscles looked like they were shining under the lights of the room. Aubrey was using both hands down on her crotch now: one set of fingers rubbing her clit while the other set plunged into her wet pussy as quickly as possible. Her back was arched on the table.



The three of them came at seemingly the same moment of passion, gasping in unison: each immersed in the fullness of their own petite mort as their consciousness bloomed white with orgasmic pleasure. Aubrey’s hips were thrust up as her hand, trembling, brought her to completion. Her hips shuddered as her vagina convulsed, like a hungry mouth greedily begging for more. More, she thought. I wanted more. But the moment was quickly over, as she fell back onto the slippery massage table into a pool of her own sweat. She let her legs flop open, fingers gently rubbing herself as the final twitches of pleasure faded away.

The three of them paused for a moment, as if in honor of some transition. The man chuckling as he stood, still partially inside Charlene with his gradually shrinking manhood. Charlene had her chin in her hands as she grinned like a Cheshire cat at Aubrey who lay, finally totally exposed and vulnerable, utterly relaxed, with nothing to hide, from herself or anyone other.

“Welcome to the sisterhood,” Charlene said. Aubrey was too full in her own world of satisfaction to wonder what that entailed, but she would understand soon enough.

To Be Continued…Next Chapter: The Death of Shame