CHAPTER SIX – AN EDUCATION
Upon entering the plush dining room, Steph was surprised to find around twenty other women of assorted ages and sizes there. Evidently she and NeeNee were the last guests to arrive for the semester. Greeted by the ever-present Vicky, Steph was directed to the buffet table and encouraged to meet the other students.
The food choices were all healthy, enticingly inviting and surprisingly delicious. To her relief, dessert was included…and it was all chocolate! There was everything from wrapped truffles to double-chocolate cheesecake. True, they were all in mini portions but one of each couldn't hurt.
She took a seat at a table with six other women she guessed to be around her age. They greeted her with smiles and quickly started chatting excitedly about the classes starting in the morning.
"Oh, this is my third time taking Basic Physiology. I wouldn't miss it for the world. I guess they think I must be the world's biggest idiot taking that class over and over, but each year the lab rats get cuter and cuter," a middle-aged woman giggled.
"I agree! Those classes get my juices running for the whole week," a rather plump woman sitting across from Steph chimed in. "Oh how rude of us," she then added smiling at Steph. "Let's introduce ourselves to the blushing freshman."
There was a rapid exchange of names (real or otherwise) and quick background stories. Two of the women were lesbian partners who came to the spa every year to celebrate their anniversary and learn new techniques. The woman across from Steph was a Bondage Domme and had come for advanced cat-o-nine-tails instruction. The quiet woman at the end of the table volunteered little except the fact she was between relationships and seeking something new. They were all friendly and down to earth and Steph felt right at home.
The mystery of the low tuition cost was solved. Just like hotels, the spa hated to have empty seats at these classes and last minute bookings were done at cost. Some of the courses would not be on Steph's schedule and "private tutoring" would not be available to her. Thank goodness. I can imagine what that involves and I'm not interested in being Valedictorian. Besides, Ranger would be angry at me as it is if he knew I was here. He would kill me if he found out I had a private tutor teaching me new techniques! Everyone assured her that she would come away with a much better understanding of her sexual needs and a list of things to try with her partner that would blow her mind. Tomorrow was the first day of school, and to her surprise Steph was excited to start her education.
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Walking into the classroom brought a rush of déjà vu for Steph. She was never fond of notebooks and whiteboards and endless lectures. She joined the other seven women in the room and found herself next to several of her dinner companions from the night before. Everyone else was smiling in great anticipation. I must really be missing something here. This is not how I wanted to spend my vacation. And they are all grinning like idiots!
The reason for the glowing faces became quite evident when the instructor, Mistress Kim, uncovered the first of three five-foot, pixel-perfect photos of extreme close-ups of the male naughty bits…front, side and somehow under!
"Everyone here has had experience with the male penis but how many here know how all this extraordinary plumbing works? Or why he likes this but not that. Your job today is to learn how to please your partner by learning exactly what pleases him and why. I expect your full attention." No problem there! "And you will learn little without asking questions."
Steph found herself gripping the pen in her hand so tight that her fingers were beginning to cramp. I am so going to ace this course! Then Miss Kim asked her first question. "Does anyone know where the male climax begins?"
Eight hands shot up. Eight women gave their answers. Eight women were wrong. "It is not the tip, the balls or any of the crass names that I have heard today. By the end of this class, you will all know the correct terms for these body parts and hopefully their importance." Miss Kim did not sound pleased. "As for my question, the correct answer is…his mind. The brain begins releasing chemicals called neurotransmitters. These chemicals help control how hard he will become, how long he will be able to perform and ultimately how much pleasure he and you will enjoy. The literature on each of your desks lists these chemicals and their effects. It will behoove you to use some of your private time, instead of simply sunning yourselves and giggling, to actually read the words."
OK, so this is going to involve work. At least the subject is interesting even if the teacher is a snit.
Steph's attention was riveted as each illustration was talked about, pointed to and discussed in great detail. Who knew that the end of the spine was part of the male response system? Or that half the penis was inside a man? Well, obviously many people including all men knew these things. But why were they kept secret for so long? This course isn't half bad! Just when she thought that this was the best biology class she had ever taken…it got quite a bit better.
"Now if you will all join me, we will head to the lab for our practical." The door to the lab opened and there on pedestals were two absolutely perfect, absolutely nude men. One was circumcised. The other was not. Steph was immediately fascinated in this extra equipment and totally flustered, as her very red face announced to the class and the world. "We will identify all the parts we discussed in class. I want each of you to have hands-on experience with both of our lab specimens. Once you are comfortable with the mechanics, we will advance to inducing arousal. Miss Plume, you seem intrigued by Noake's foreskin. Why don't you start with him? Ladies feel free to ask your 'lab rats' any questions relating to what you have been taught today. You cannot shock them and they have been trained to give you complete and easily understood answers. You have 45 minutes before class ends. I suggest you get started." With those words, Mistress Kim stepped back into the classroom. And eight women suddenly took on the appearance of a pack of hungry lionesses.
"This is why I take this course over and over," one of the women chirped. Everyone laughed and then got to serious business. So much to learn…so little time!
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"No. We will handle it from this end. I will pass on word of you excellent work to the other partners. Expect a bonus for this one." Gwyn disconnected from Skype and addressed Vicky and Rafiq. "Just as I suspected, Miss Plume is not whom she pretends to be. Her real name is Stephanie Plum and she is from Trenton. Thank goodness we had her vetted. She's nothing really, just a half-educated burg-girl working for a half-assed bail bondsman. Here's a good laugh. The bondsman is Vincent Plum…of the Alternate Sexual Deviations Convention. I wonder if he sent his cousin here to help him out. So she does have family that would miss her. More importantly, she has had a long relationship with a Trenton detective named Morelli. That connection could have caused us all a goodly amount of pain and grief."
"We will be showing Miss PLUME a very professional, very legal and sanitized good time. She will attend all the basic classes and practicals. See that she takes all the exercise courses…explain that being physically fit is a plus for having good sex. She may learn the basic explanations of the kink side however she is not to see or partake in any of the BDSM and slave training. I don't want her to have eyes on the dungeons, gear or trainees. Victoria, I want you to be her shadow. I want a report every evening on everything…what she ate, who she spoke with…everything. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Gwyn. I won't disappoint you." Vicky answered meekly.
"I know for a fact that you won't, my dear." Gwyn's cold and direct admonition made Victoria's skin produce goose bumps.
"Rafiq, I expect the operation in the back location to continue uninterrupted. However, use extra precautions when extracting our newest merchandise. Their disappearances must seem natural and for the most part, unremarkable and un-noticed. I will hold you personally responsible if there is any problem. I'm sure you don't want a replay of last time. Do you?" Her eyes were half closed with a not-so veiled threat.
"No, Mistress Gwyn. Things will be done perfectly," Rafiq answered with his eyes fixed on a spot on the carpet, not daring to look at his Mistress directly. She was a formidable and ferocious woman with a very, very dark soul.