Chapter 1

Joey sat on the floor, in one of the rooms she shared with her fellow coeds. It was a two story townhouse that the girls shared. As usual, her long hair was a sloppy mess, and it was tied back in a loose ponytail. It was something that had become a trademark of hers, and added to her free-spirited sex appeal.

She was reading a book called Losing the Light which she had recently purchased at the local bookstore. Most people wouldn’t have figured Joey as a reader, since popular girls don’t read, right? But they would be sadly mistaken. After all, one couldn’t get into a prestigious university like the one she went to unless voracious reading was involved.

The deep concentration ended with a knock on the door. The door slowly opened and a girl’s head slowly appeared. It was the face of a nerdy girl with thick framed glasses.

“You can come in,” Joey said.

“Thanks Joey, you’re so awesome!” Emily said. “This is for you. We have a new client waiting. I really like her. She’s pretty.”

Having said that, Emily entered and handed her boss a two-page document of their latest client. Joey put her book down and accepted the document, briefly looking through it.

“Thanks. Notify the other girls.”

“According to the paperwork, our client only wishes to see two girls, you and someone else. The client also wants a good spanking and experience with vibrating things.”

“Then just notify Heather. We’ll start in 15 minutes. Have the client ready by then.”

As Joey attempted to review the material, she looked up and saw Emily still lingering over her, with a slightly goofy expression on her face.

“Anything else?” Joey asked, slightly amused by her friend.

“Well, umm, I was thinking. Do you think I can join this time? I mean, I’ve been practicing and everything. And I’d like to join. I really like this new lady. Do you think I’m ready?”

Joey thought for a moment. “Maybe another time. I promise. I still think you need more training. I promise I’ll tutor you later. Besides, you’re our front desk girl. We need you in the front area.”

“Will do! Thanks boss. I’ll go prep the client downstairs.”

“Thanks Emily. You’re the best.”

And with that, the giant geek known as Emily swiftly turned around and rushed out of the room, gently closing the door behind her, so she could tend to the new client waiting downstairs.

When the room returned to silence, Joey turned her attention towards the document. On the first page, there was a picture of the latest subject. A woman who appeared to be an everyday, ordinary soccer mom, which was Joey’s personal favorite. The woman looked prim and proper in every way. Shoulder length red hair with a slightly long face. Respectable. A productive member of society. Perhaps a PTA mom, by Joey’s assumption.

Joey had done this long enough to know each client just by looking at their picture. In a way, she considered herself an expert in human sexuality based on all the different books she’s read over the years and from her own personal experiences dealing with a vast array of women.

She turned the page to learn about their new client:

Marital status: married, but my husband knows I’m here

Orientation: overall, I’m straight, but curious

Occupation: I teach history for a university

Experience with women: I’ve kissed a girl a few times in college

How did you hear about us: recommendation from a friend

Reason for being here: I’ve always wanted to explore other women, especially college aged women because I work with students. I also have a mild dominance/submission fantasy which my husband isn’t very good with. My husband is the reason I’m here. He is the one who encouraged me.

After reading the first page of the document, Joey flipped open her laptop and checked out the person’s name and local colleges to see if she was actually a professor. Sure enough, Marissa was a professor in the area and numerous pictures came up.

Immediately, Joey’s pussy felt wet. She had always wanted to dominate a female professor. Not out of spite. Joey had the utmost respect for teaching professionals. In fact, Joey was a respectful girl, period. This was merely a fantasy of hers. And now she had the chance to indulge in it.

Knowing this, Joey became even more curious to read the final page, which in many ways, was the most important page:

Number of girls: 2 (including Joey, I’ve heard positive things about her)

Level of dominance: strong

Receiving oral sex: yes

Performing oral sex: yes

Finger penetration: yes

Clitoral vibrator: yes

Verbal degradation: mild

Spanking (crop or paddle): yes, paddle

Spanking (hand): yes

Other Requests: My biggest fantasy with “the girls” is to be wearing a collar and be chained. Then I’d like to be dominated by them, especially by Joey, who I’ve heard so much about. I want to be spanked. I want to experience the role-reversal of students dominating me.

It flattered Joey that her name was being spoken so highly of. But then again, she shouldn’t have been surprised given the lasting impressions she knew she had left on many women over the time the girls had been doing this.

Those sorts of compliments meant the world to her. This wasn’t just about the money, but also about the service and pleasure it gave so many curious and lesbian women.

At the moment, there wasn’t time for anymore self-reflection or appreciation. It was time for action and Joey had a tight schedule to keep. She got up and stripped off all of her clothes, tossing them on the bed, then brazenly walked naked down the hall. In a town-house full of coeds who ran this sort of business, nudity was nothing. It was a normalcy they all shared.

She hopped in the shower and briskly washed her body. Only her body needed to be clean. Her hair and face were already clean. Besides, it would have taken too long for her to dry her hair anyway, and to apply new makeup.

After everything was washed, she dried herself thoroughly with a towel and looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was a valuable product and she had to make sure the product was up to par for the customers. Nice, toned, yet so very feminine. Nicely proportioned too.

She headed back to her room. And the next girl took a quick shower. Usually, multiple girls were summoned for a job like this. After all, the business was about the girls as a group, not necessarily solo jobs, and only sometimes it came down to threesomes with clients.

Since today’s client was a professor, Joey thought to wear something cute for the occasion; an oversized university t-shirt and nothing else. It was huge and it hung down to her thighs. Since she was braless, the shape of her pointed tits was poking through the front of the shirt. It was enough to turn anyone on.

A few touch ups with her hair and a few thoughts of what to say was all she needed to do. Her eyes carefully monitored the clock. She told Emily 15 minutes, so 15 minutes it had to be. When the time came, Joey went to the hallway and saw Heather waiting there, her sidekick for the day, which didn’t come as a surprise, because they ran their operation with military-like precision.

All the girls knew to be professional at all times. They were businesswomen who were experts at what they did, no matter how young they appeared. Underestimating them could be dangerous, as they were highly proficient at running a tight ship.

“Ready?” Joey asked.

Heather nodded, dressed in a silk robe and her long hair parted nicely down the middle, which was freshly combed.

“Ready when you are.”

The two girls headed down the stairs barefoot, where they saw other college coeds binge watching the latest season of The Affair, then they made a right turn down another hall. At the end of the hall was a closed door where their client would be patiently waiting.

No matter how many times Joey did this, she always felt that twinge of nervousness in the pit of her stomach. This wasn’t just a quick fuck, and then leave. This wasn’t about using someone as a piece of meat.

This was a job that Joey always took seriously, with the utmost of care and consideration. The enjoyment of the client was of the highest priority. That’s why she always had that nervous feeling. She was a performer who always strived for perfection. And her performance art was being the dominant coed.

Before they opened the door, Joey took a second to compose herself and remember the routine she had nearly perfected. It was the routine that made women like Marissa seek her services and return for more.

She opened the door and entered the room along with her sidekick for the day, then she closed the door, leaving them all with complete privacy.

There was Marissa, a completely naked middle-aged woman, on her knees with a collar around her neck, hands tied behind her back and her collar was tied to the bed. She had the body of a woman her age. The body of a professor who stayed in the classroom and private office for hours a day, but tried her best to maintain her figure by eating healthy. Her body was mostly soft looking, with slightly sagging breasts and nipples that were almost red colored. Her hair, nipples, and public hairs were almost the same shade of red.

‘I guess it’s true what they say about redheads,’ Joey thought to herself, amused.

The poor woman looked so nervous and scared. But then again, that’s how most of the women who came here felt and looked. It was often their first time and naturally nerves would be a factor. They came because they wanted to be dominated and controlled by other women. Most importantly, these women… these clients… wanted to be dominated by experienced women who knew exactly what they were doing.

That’s why they sought the services of the the girls.

“So, you’re Marissa the professor,” Joey said, standing in front of the professor, while the professor still remained in the kneeling position.

The naked woman nodded. “Yes.”

“I looked up local universities in the area and I was able to find your profile. Impressive resume. Well educated, extensive teaching career, and students view you favorably, giving you high scores on different rating sites.”

At that point, Joey knew that the woman realized she had made a huge mistake. It’s actually fairly common for older women to not realize that their identities can easily be found online if the right information was revealed. The mistake Marissa made was that she revealed she taught college in the area, the subject matter she taught, along with her real first name.

At that point, Marissa looked like a woman who had made the biggest mistake of her life, her face turned beet red, nearly matching her hair color, and she wished so badly to get out of there. Like she wanted to break free of the bondage that tied her hands behind her back, rip the collar off her neck, grab her clothes and run back to her classroom where no one would know of her taboo desires. No one in Marissa’s life would ever, in a million years, suspect that she would ever do anything like this (except for her husband who encouraged this).