“Shouldn’t we do something for Quinn?” Sophia asks.
“Remember, you’re not here for a threesome.”
Quinn laughs good-naturedly. “So, in the real harem, they might just ignore me.”
“That’s possible.”
“But we can choose, right?” Sophia confirms. “I think it’s only fair.”
I’m almost glad she’s taking the initiative here, because I have trouble coming up with a scenario. Which is strange. I’m in bed with two highly attractive women, and anything is possible. I should be a little more grateful.
Sophia picks up a dildo and a harness, and, when she’s done with the prep work, lies on the bed the same way I did.
“That’ll work,” Quinn declares in a warm lusty tone. No wonder she’s eager—she’s the only one who didn’t get to climax yet, well, except for Elizabeth who’s only here to observe. She doesn’t seem inclined to do anything else.
I watch Quinn sit on Sophia’s lap, taking the toy inside herself at the same time, slowly, until her thighs meet Sophia’s, and she gasps. “Wow.” After a few moments of adjustment, she starts moving up and down, and I move in behind Quinn, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her clit.
Nothing personal. It’s all business, even with Elizabeth silent and brooding in the corner.
It’s a good thing that I’ve learned this much about making a woman feel better.
* * * *
To my disappointment, she doesn’t come to my bed that night, or the nights after.
“Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” On the evening of the third night, I have to ask. Elizabeth has barely talked to me, and most of my orgasms came with assisted by batteries and fantasies of her. I had to do walks on the beach by myself a couple of times.
“There’s nothing wrong,” she says. I’m struck by the tenderness in her tone.
“But… lately…” I don’t know how to say this. For the past few nights, we’ve been cuddling in bed, and now you won’t even look at me?
She studies me for a moment before looking away, and all of a sudden I realize what’s going on. Part of the deal. Not long from now, she’ll sign my report card, A+ all the way, and that will be it. There was never more to it than that. All right. I take a deep breath. We can deal with this like adults, can we?
“Okay. I get it. Your job is almost done here.”
“You’ll be amazing,” she predicts. “You’re going to have lots of fun. Addison is great, and in a few months from now, you’ll be able to do whatever you want.” After a moment of hesitation, she adds, “You must know that I wish you nothing but the best—but our time isn’t over yet.”
“You have any more surprises for me?”
“Maybe. Why don’t we have a cocktail with Addison tonight?”
I can’t even think of one reply with the mixed emotions swirling inside of me. This is it, meeting the woman who is rich enough to have gotten this show on the road, whose pleasure will be my main objective for the better part of this year. I am excited. I am dismayed at the same time, for no sensible reasons.
“I think it’s a great idea,” I say, and then I lean over to kiss her. She kisses me back with surprising passion, surprising given the fact that nothing much happened in the past few days. I’m on my back on the couch a moment later, and her hand is underneath my skirt, brushing aside the fabric of my panties.
“You’ll get to know each other. It’s time,” Elizabeth whispers, the play of her fingers making me barely capable to focus on her words. It’s like magic, her touch, her voice, it never fails to ignite the heat at my core, and my body is warm, welcoming, wet for her as always.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was falling for her—it’s the context, the complete absence of distractions. Life with the mentor is one big test run for the harem life. It means nothing in the big scheme of things.
Right now, though, being with Elizabeth means everything. Feeling her against me, in me. I whimper with pure joy.
Part of me is questioning whether I really need a million dollars. I could be happy spending my days here, reading and studying at my leisure, walking on the beach and thinking up ways to make her happy. Truly, deeply happy like I am right now.
I am not naïve. This is probably not the first time an applicant developed feelings for her mentor. We’re all human. That doesn’t mean there’s a happy ending on the horizon. This is a transitory time, a preparation. Come to think of it, even the months with Addison will be. The real life will start around Christmas this year. I’ll be able to do so many things I only ever dreamed of before, put away money for the future, give to causes that are important to me, help out friends, and travel.
Back to the present where I’m lying on the couch with my legs open and my skirt hiked up to my waist, surrendering to Elizabeth’s magic touch. Her fingers press deep into me, her thumb against my clit driving me closer to the perfect bliss.
“Come for me,” she demands.
I’m good. I’m better than good. My hips buck against her as the wave of sensation rolls over me, long, glorious seconds.
“I’m sorry, what were we talking about?” I ask, dazed.
Finally I make her laugh again.
“We should get ready. Cocktails at Addison’s.”
“Oh. I thought we’d have time to…” I put my hand on her thigh, moving it further up slowly.
“Later.” It’s hard to say no to her, and given our respective roles, it’s not really my place either.
* * * *
My outfit for the occasion is a bit dressier than when we had Quinn and Sophia over. Elizabeth, too, dresses up in a midnight blue gown and strap sandals. It’s a good thing we don’t have to walk far. Come to think of it, no one around here seems to wear heels a lot.
I feel better now that we got some of the tension out of the way. A lot depends on this upcoming moment, and maybe I shouldn’t be nonchalant about it…but everything has gone okay so far. Why should it stop here?
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell Elizabeth. I’m still high on happy hormones.
“Thanks.” She brushes a hand over my hair. “You look amazing too. There’s just one thing missing. Come with me.”
To my surprise, we’re going to the bedroom.
“Please, don’t mess with the hair now. It took some time to—” I stop, intrigued when the opens the certain closet, choosing a tube and a bullet vibe.
“I’ll be careful with the hair,” Elizabeth promises. “Just this one little accessory.”
“What? I can’t wear this when we’re going to dinner at Addison’s.”
“Just cocktails. And why not?”
Despite my faint protest, muscles are tightening in interesting places, sharply so when she picks up the remote.
“You can take off your shoes. Or lie down if you want to. It’ll take a minute, your hair will be fine.”
I give her a doubtful look, but Elizabeth has already started coating the vibrator with the clear lubricant.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this now…What if she notices?”
“Addison has a modern day harem. You really think she’s offended by the sight of a beautiful woman trying not to show that she’s having an orgasm?”
“Wow, you were really prepared for this.”
I step out of my shoes and grip the edges of the dresser.
“Go ahead. What could go wrong?”
“You’ll be fine.”
“This is one of Addison’s ideas?”
“No,” she whispers against my back. “It’s my personal fetish.”
With the vibrator in place, it’s time to leave, and once again, she’s holding all the cards.
* * * *
It’s my first time to see the inside of the mansion, and even though the outside has given me some indication, I’m still in awe. Every square foot screams luxury, though everything is tasteful, nothing tacky. We walk across a wide open space in the lobby to a sitting area further in. A couple
of women pass us by on the way. They’re chatting and laughing. Another woman is reading a book, curled up in an armchair.
Another is sprawled on a couch, her partner kneeling in front of her…whoa. I didn’t expect this to be going on in the open.
Addison waits for us on top of the giant staircase. I hope I don’t make a fool of myself and slip on the marble. Elizabeth’s hand is on my back, and she seems nowhere near as impressed by the sights as I am.
Addison.
She’s a few years older than Elizabeth, an attractive woman I would have definitely given more than a second glance in a bar. I don’t find it hard to imagine that she keeps a regiment similar to the ones for the applicants, healthy food with a few indulgences, regular exercise, and relaxation techniques. She looks relaxed and happy.
When we arrive upstairs, she first greets Elizabeth, kissing her on both cheeks, then she turns to me.
“Robin, it’s so nice to finally meet you. I hear you’re already the teacher’s favorite.”
“Well, she’s only teaching one person at the moment, so it’s not that hard.” I bite my lip. I didn’t mean a slightly sarcastic comment to be the first words she hears from me.
However, Addison has a sense of humor about the situation. “I guess that’s correct. Still, you made it all the way here which means we made the right choice picking you. Come with me. I know we usually go easy on the alcohol, but we definitely have something to celebrate. I had some cocktails prepared for you. But first, I’d like to show you something.”
Elizabeth falls a little behind as we walk further into the hallway. Addison sure is chatty. I’m still taking it all in, wondering if another test is going to come up.
“Here,” she says, unlocking a door. “I didn’t want to let you go back without showing you where you’re going to live.”
I didn’t think anything could surprise me anymore, but I was wrong. Elizabeth and I might occupy a pretty comfortable living space, but the rooms I’m exploring in the next few minutes are something else. Huge windows, comfy spaces, a giant walk-in closet.
“For sure, I’d love you to be in the common areas as much as possible, but everyone needs privacy every once in a while. So when you’re not with me, this is where you can retreat.”
“This is…pretty amazing. Thank you,” I add. When I look around, I realize Elizabeth has stayed in the hallway.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“I assume you have many of them, so sure, ask away.”
“How did you come up with this idea?”
“Now, that’s a good one. And I’m sure the notion that I might be filthy rich and bored has crossed your mind. I’ll admit to being filthy rich, but the harem wasn’t born out of boredom. Elizabeth might have told you about the business model we’ve adopted and adjusted to our needs.”
“From the sex parties.”
“Yes, exactly. As you’ve probably noticed, this is not just for me.” She laughs. “Okay, it’s mostly for me, but I thought I could make it something meaningful. The women who live here, no matter how long they stay, get to know their bodies well. They learn about pleasure. So much about women’s pleasure is mocked and regulated and dismissed in the world that I thought, screw it—pardon my language. I’m going to do something that pisses off patriarchy lovers.”
In spite of me, I have to smile. She sure is enticing. “I would have thought a harem is as patriarchal as it gets.”
“So are sex parties, usually, but not the ones at A Perfect Dream. Maybe you’ll want to go someday. When there are only women, it makes all the difference.”
“I can imagine.”
“I’m sure you can after weeks with Elizabeth. Don’t tell her that, but she’s the best mentor I have. Now, can I offer you a drink?”
“Yes, please. And thank you for the opportunity.”
I jump a little when inside me, the vibrator buzzes to life. It’s not like anyone can hear it, but I sure can’t ignore it’s there. She could have waited until we sat down! I keep walking. The sensations are distracting when so much out of context like this, but nonetheless pleasant.
Addison leads us to another giant room that holds a bar—an actual, complete bar in the midst of this immense building. She speaks to the bartender, and we sit down in a booth curving around a round table. The change of angle does miraculous things, making me flinch. Luckily, a person from the wait staff arrives with a tray full of colourful cocktails. We toast, and I take a hasty sip, almost choking on it when the vibrations stop. I glare at Elizabeth who gives me a mild smile.
“Doing okay?” she asks.
“Never been better,” I mutter.
Addison observes the scene with amusement, no doubt aware of what is going on. No need to be embarrassed, right? I’m going to have many more almost and real orgasms in her presence. It’s business. And pleasure.
That’s what we are all here for.
“Robin, why don’t you tell me a bit about your plans. I read what you said in the questionnaire, but I’d like to hear more.”
“It’s not really anything special,” I admit. “I’d like to help out a couple of friends, and some charities. Put some away for the future, and I’d love to go to Greece and Italy for a month or so.”
“Paying it forward is always good, and you know we support the same charities. What about your travel plans? Did you always want to go there?”
I realize that Elizabeth is watching attentively.
“I’ve wanted to see Capri for a long time. The Amalfi Coast. And the Acropolis. I’ve seen lots of pictures.” On social media boards, I almost said. I’m sure Addison has seen all those places and many more.
“It’s beautiful,” she says. “I’m glad I’ll be able to make that dream come true for you.”
“Me too.”
Elizabeth’s timing is perfect and kind of ruthless. I try hard not to fidget on the chair. Every movement intensifies the sensations, but then again, sitting still is impossible.
“Being here is a dream,” I add. It’s true—every once in a while, the dream becomes slightly strange, but for the most part, it’s delightful. The present moment? A bit of both.
“You are adorable, Robin. I can’t wait until Elizabeth gives you to me.”
I smile, thinking it must look a bit strained, and I barely suppress the gasp when warm fingers slide underneath my skirt, massaging me through the thin fabric of my slip. I’m on the edge of my seat, and that’s not a metaphor. Highest setting now. I can’t resist any longer.
I’m pretty proud of myself for sitting as still and upright as I can through the brutal jolts of heat inside of me, the additional stimulation from insistent fingertips.
“Yes,” I mumble. “I look forward to it, too.”
I can never retaliate in the same way. When Elizabeth finally lets me take care of her, I am too eager to please, too turned on by the taste and feel of her, her hands in my hair, to draw it out too long. No matter what she says. This is not a session. I listened and learned everything, and in a few weeks from now, I’ll be pleasing Addison, in ways quick or slow.
This, it’s for both of us.
That night, she sleeps in the bed with me once more.
* * * *
It is strange to think that our time is going to come to an end. I might meet Quinn or Sophia again. The first time went well, and it’s not like one of us will change our minds.
When I wake up that morning, Elizabeth is gone already. I find her in the kitchen, fully dressed, breakfast ready.
“What’s on the agenda today?” I ask.
“Nothing,” she says and takes a sip of her coffee. “We’re doing something different today. I’m tired of being stuck inside and I’m sure you are too. We are going to town.”
“I thought we did that a few times,” I say, making her laugh.
“Not that way. You’ll see. There are actual people out there who have no idea what we do here.”
“That’s probably for the better. Are y
ou going to make me wear that vibrator again?”
Her eyes darken, and I’m almost sure she’ll say yes. I was wrong.
“Not this time. I know it’s an odd thing to say given the circumstances, but not everything is about sex.”
“Not true. You have totally convinced me that it is.”
Nevertheless, we drive away from Addison’s vast estate later that morning. I’m amazed at how long it takes to leave it behind—I don’t remember driving this long when I first came here. Of course, my mind was on many different things that day.
It doesn’t surprise me that Elizabeth drives a convertible. I lean back in my seat and enjoy the warm breeze in my hair. Six more months in these beautiful surroundings—it’s not really a hardship. I can visit Elizabeth. I’ll most certainly want to. It’s hard to imagine not talking to her every day.
There will be another woman in my place.
I ignore the pang of jealousy at the thought.
We explore the main street and later have lunch at a café with a sea view. I take a look at the bracelet Elizabeth bought me from a local store. Silver and rubies. It’s good to be away from the house for a bit, though we’re both aware of the weight of something unspoken.
I wish the circumstances were different, that I could have met her before I signed myself over to the keeper of a harem—but in that scenario, she would still be working for Addison, training women to assume the role of the favorite.
There is no other scenario for us. It makes me a little sad, so I remind myself of Athens and Capri.
It’s over coffee and dessert that the idea starts nagging at the back of my mind.
“What if I came to see you at the end of those six months? Would you come to Europe with me?”
Her face lights up for a moment. The echoing jolt of happiness within myself, a glorious feeling way beyond the sexual attraction we’ve established, should have been a warning.
“I don’t think I could,” she says. “I’d have to train someone new.”
“Come on. You can never take a vacation? Addison didn’t strike me as that kind of boss.”
“In any case, I couldn’t leave for more than a couple of weeks…I’m surprised though.”
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