Chapter 12: Whitty Banter and Wet Pussy

“Jenna, you think this outfit is orgy appropriate?” Misty said as she stood in front of Jenna’s vanity mirror in her room. She was wearing a pair of jean booty shorts and a tank top, no bra. She was embracing the vibe of The Factory.

Jenna did not answer, she was just laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. Misty seemed to take to this place like a fish to water, but Jenna was still reticent about the whole thing. She was committed to do the program of course, but there was that little voice of her from almost a year ago in the back of her mind reminding her that this whole thing was genuinely insanity brought to life.

“I don’t know if I want to do this.” Tso said as she sat in the armchair in a moderately conservative sundress.

“It is a little late for that now don’t you think? Besides, you heard the boss lady, she said if we didn’t feel like being part of the fun we can always come back here!” Misty responded as she adjusted her b-cup breasts for the 95th time.

“Yea, with escorts! We do not even know these people! How are we supposed to know if they have the same likes and dislikes as us? What if one of them smells? What if…?” Tso went on and on and on until Misty walked over and clamped a hand on her mouth.

“It is always what if with you, for once just relax and let chemistry make it’s moves. I guarantee you the three people they send us are going to be hot as hell. Even if we don’t stay, we can ask them what the deal is with this place, what their process was like, who they were beforehand, their position on the breakdown of hetero-normative mating rituals and the embrace of full unadulterated sexual freedom!” Misty rambled as she let the anthropologist shine through.

“Well, I’m sorry if I already wasn’t sexually open before we came here!” Tso said back as she folded her arms.

“I mean, by all accounts, we agreed to this the moment we set foot in the elevator,” Jenna finally said as she swung her legs over the bed and stood up. She was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a cardigan, something she would have worn on a first date back at home, “How about this though, every night from now one, we meet here after 10 pm and discuss how the day went, what we learned, and if anything happened. We stick together and if any of us feels uncomfortable we can confront those feelings head on.”

Tso and Misty looked at each other before they both nodded tentatively. It was at this point that they heard a knock at Jenna’s door. Showtime.

She made eye contact with both and moved across the room. She grasped the handle and opened the door wide.

Standing in the hallway, no surprise, were three drop dead glorious looking individuals, two guys and one girl.

The one guy standing to the left was a 6’2” blonde with a mop of well-trimmed surfer curls. He was swimmer fit, with a wiry body that was pure grade muscle, as shown through his polo shirt, unbuttoned, and showing the top of his stiff pecs. Her eyes flowed down to his massive calves, a swimmer’s body no doubt, and back up to the even more massive bulge in his quad high board shorts. 9 inches, at least.

Standing next to him was a 5’10” woman with her hair cut into a bob style cut that was long in the front and short in the back. She wore a yellow maxi dress that looked painted onto her body and had a deep v cut to the top of her midriff. She was physically fit, and her curves suggested that she was indeed a recipient of some enhancements, her boobs were very prominent, only more prominent by the cut of the dress. She also had two beautiful sleeves of tattoos running up her arms and down her left leg, which ended in her wearing 3 inch wedge sandals.

The guy to the right was an Indian gentleman standing at 6’5”. Unlike the swimmer, he was built in the classic body builder image, his massive muscles barely contained by the silk dress shirt and pants he wore. Even less contained was his own bump in his pants, which was thicker than the surfers by at least three inches. His eyes were intense, and his hair slicked back.

“Ah there you all are, we figured you were all in the same room from the voices,” The swimmer said with a charming Californian tilt to his voice, “Jenna, Misty, and Tso right?”

“Yea…those are our correct names,” Jenna stammered as her eyes flicked between the two crotches and ample chest of the three standing before her, “Right guys?”

“Uh huh. I am Misty, this is Tso…Tso?” Misty questioned as she looked over at Tso.

Tso’s eyes were wide, locked on the taller Indian gentleman. It was the same guy that made eye contact with her on the tour. The image of his immense cock rising from the speedo on the beach still fresh in her mind.

“No worries, our job is to make you feel as comfortable as possible tonight,” The swimmer continued offering his hand to Jenna, “The name’s Brad, I am all yours tonight babe.”

“Oh, well it is nice to meet you.” She replied, meagerly shaking his hand as she tried her hardest not to notice how his crotch twitched, “Nice to meet all of you…”

“Santana,” The girl with the tattoos replied with a Brazilian flair, “I’m going to be with you tonight Misty!” She excitedly cooed as she sashayed into the room, embraced her, and gave her two welcoming pecks on the cheek.

“Oh, I thought that we would all get guys?” Misty asked, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“Usually, but since you listed yourself as Bi, you have a chance to get matched with a woman too. Lucky you, you got me, and these big titties.” She giggled as she pushed her cleavage together right in front of her.

“Unless an applicant asks to choose one themselves,” The Indian man said with a smooth Britannia accent as he kept smokey eyes on Tso, “I figured we should get to know each other better since I saw you taking your tour, so I asked Beth if I could step in, my name is Amar, and it is lovely to meet you face to face.” He said as he also offered his hand to a clearly nervous Tso.

Tso timidly held out her hand and yelped when Amar took it and planted a gentlemanly kiss on it, giving her a wink in the process.

“Well, we better get downstairs, I am sure you have a ton of questions for all three of us, but to me nothing makes flirting better than good food.” Brad said as he hooked Jenna’s arm under his and started to lead the group down the hallway.

Jenna looked over at both her friends. Misty was absolutely zoned into Santana, a thing that the Brazilian was not only completely aware of but using to tease Misty with every adjustment of her dress, almost barely showing nipples at every turn. Tso was still staring into the middle distance, but Jenna could tell she was turned on too, and who wouldn’t, Amar apparently asked for her company himself, and he looked like a stone-cold hunk.

Their dates led them to the massive dining area that would eventually double as the infamous orgy site. About 100 people were already populated at multiple tables. They all ranged in looks from generally normal to insanely sexy, Jenna could estimate how far along they were in the program by this. Yet, nobody sat in a clique, people of all levels sat with each other chatting and eating, having a great time.

Passing by one table, Jenna got a whiff of what constitutes as dinner conversation in The Factory.

“I managed to get 8 inches down today finally, been taking me weeks! I think one more inch and I’ll be ready for the throat enhancement.” A sandy blond said to a squat looking man.

“That’s great! How about a trade then, oral for oral, we can both get our practice in.”

“I thought you’d never ask, we haven’t fucked in a few days.”

The couple chattered on as Jenna went out of earshot. She should have been used to this by now but some aspect still irked her in a way.

They finally reached their table, one stationed by one of the windows that overlooked the cove. Waiters, buff and in insanely risqué costumes, brought them all over their meals. Her mother wasn’t lying about the diets, they don’t take prisoners here. The meal was a very beautiful cut of salmon over a healthy amount of sauteed spinach, no carbs.

“So girls, I know you must have a ton of questions for us. All three of us are two weeks from our graduations so we can answer anything you want and do anything you desire.” Santana giggled

Misty choked a bit on her salmon for a second as she felt Santa’s hand glide across her thigh and down the front of her pants, slowly massaging her crotch from the outside of her shorts.

“Um, yea, I guess what my first question would be about all of you. Who were you before you got here?” Jenna leaned forward as she shoved her finished plate aside. She wanted as much info as possible.

“Well, I was an accountant here in Cali, got dumped by my girlfriend and my job. Luckily I had enough savings and a pretty hefty severance from my firm, so when an executive from another company I knew told me about The Factory I thought why not. Best decision of my life. I got a great job in a athletic agency lined up after graduation, so I am all set for a new lease. The big dick helps too.” Brad laughed as he took a sip of water.

“I was born in New Delhi but raised in Manchester. My parents wanted me to become a doctor, so they sent me to America to go to John Hopkins. Personally, I did not want to get into medicine, so unbeknownst to my parents, I dropped out and entered design collage instead. They were furious when they found out, and basically disowned me. My advisor at the college was a Graduate, and she was impressed enough with my work that she helped me get on my feet here, and eventually sponsored my application to The Factory.” Amar said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Design College?” Tso perked up as she stopped moving her spinach around her plate.

“Yes, men’s fashion. That is why I was looking at you before, I recognized you from a catalogue published by the Technical Institute a few years ago. It had some of your designs in it and I was extremely impressed, your ability to combine both South American and Asian notes into a cohesive body was astounding. I apologize if I was a bit to forward with myself before but seeing somebody with the same creative passions was enough to ignite my physical passions.” He said back to her.

Tso’s nerves seemed to melt completely away. Now she was bright eyed and fully into whatever Amar had to say.

“Mind if I get started a little early Misty?” Santana whispered into Misty’s ear as Amar continued to lead Tso in conversation about the aspect of men’s fashion in this space, drawing Brad’s and Jenna’s attention away as well.

Misty gave a very tentative nod, she thought what the hell. That was all Santana needed, as Misty softly sighed, feeling the button and zipper of her pants come undone under the table, and Santa’s hand artfully darting under her panties, immediately beginning to finger her pussy.

Misty tried her best to maintain her composure, but her date was almost sadistic in her finger-play. Misty had been with women before, this felt like a machine. She found her g-spot immediately and was about to make Misty explode when Jenna turned to face them.

“Santana, what about you?” Jenna said, just missing Santana artfully removing her hand just in time.

“Well, for me it was all part of my work. I was a courtesan in Rio, but I was sick and tired of the same old story and was not down with the idea of being some politician’s mistress. One of my clients was a visiting Graduate, and he sponsored me to move from Brazil to here.” She said as she deftly licked her fingers, unbeknownst to the other people at the table to be covered in Misty’s precum.

“So, are you going to go back to Brazil?” Jenna asked as Misty subtly fanned herself.

“Hell no, I got bigger plans. I am transitioning right to working here. They are expanding their pornography division and I am going to head up their expansion. We are planning on starting a modeling agency for graduates who expand to work for other companies outside The Factory after having a few incidents that did not sit well with the board. I am also going to star in some films too. I already have a few short scenes published.” She said winking at a bewildered Misty.

“Well, that is cool, what do you think Tso…Tso?” Jenna looked over and saw that Tso and Amar were gone.

“They left babe, walked outside to one of the private cabanas, my guess is your friend wants to get a jump-start. It looks like others are too.” Brad chuckled as he gestured behind them.

Indeed, it seemed that dinner was slowly starting to close as groups began forming and getting ever more intimate with each other. The couple Jenna overheard were already topless and making out.

“Appears so, Misty, why don’t you come with me, I have a little surprise planned for you.” She said with a Cheshire cat grin as she stood up from the table.

“Um. Yea. Sure.” She said quietly as she made eye contact with Jenna. The curvy pre-graduate led her to the right, near one of the hallways Beth mentioned had semiprivate rooms.

So much for questions. Jenna had so much more to ask.

“Looks like we are about to pass the point of no return Jenna, do you want to stick around for the event or want to go somewhere more private?” Brad reminded her as Jenna checked back to the slowly unfolding sight before her.

Some were now fully undressed and either beginning or already in the throes of various forms of intercourse. The couple Jenna passed where now fully naked and laying on top of one of the ottomans, in a vary rigorous 69. The woman of the couple had a look of outright joy on her face as she licked up and down her partner’s cock, himself happily lapping away at her pussy. She caught glimpses of other groups starting threesomes, two men to the left beginning to stroke each other off, three women to the right dragging one man to the ground and beginning to mount him in various ways. Some were heading outside and began fucking in the sand.

“If you do not mind, maybe we can go back to my room? I did have some other questions, some about the educational and physical aspects of the program.” She said quickly, she was not ready to just be in an orgy.

“Absolutely, your wish is my command babe,” He bowed dramatically with a big smile, “Let’s head upstairs and then you can ask away!” He said as he offered her his hand.

She grasped it and walked with Brad to the ramp to the upper floors, noting that the couple from before now had another couple with them in a full circle of oral sex. As she walked up the ramp with Brad, she hoped that Tso and Misty would be able to share what they found out as well.

Misty followed the swaying ass of her date down the hallway. Behind her, she could hear passion beginning to get louder as the orgy started to grow into full sway. Part of her wanted to stay behind and witness this majesty, but part of her was relieved that she was not. Misty felt bewildered honestly. This vixen just fingered her right to the precipice of a major orgasm in front of her friends like it was nothing. Usually, she was the one who would initiate when intimacy was involved, but this woman commanded her like a pro. Was this what she would be able to do eventually? Would she be able to?

“Here we are, behind lucky door number 5.” Santana giggled as she gestured toward the door in a faux game show kind of way.

“So, what happens now, is there like a protocol or something?” Misty asked as she shifted her still drenched legs together.

“Well. If you desire of course, I open the door to this room, we go inside, you see the surprise, and we go from there. Trust me, we here at The Factory are all about making you feel as comfortable as possible, your first night with us therefore is all about you. We make sure you are given a grand welcome, to make the rest of your time here even greater.”

Misty immediately clocked Santana’s nipples poking through her dress. They were dangerously close to the border of that deep v cut, begging to peak out.

“Ok. I am game. I pick door number 5.” Misty said in a semi joking matter.

Santana opened the door to reveal a dark colored room, lit by incandescent light bulbs and candles. It was not furnished save for a larger form of one of the many ottomans back in the main room. Misty gasped as she saw another person laying on the ottoman when the door swung open.

“Ah it’s about time you got here, I have been getting a head start for hours.” Said Beth, sitting up on the ottoman, completely naked, and rubbing her clit in a slow and steady pace.

Misty finally saw this woman in her true form. She may be an administrator by day but she was undoubtedly a vision of fuck by night. Her body was tight and curvy, her legs long and luxurious. Her deep crimson hair almost seemed to gleam of the candlelight.

“Sorry to keep you waiting Beth, Misty is understandably a little shell shocked, am I right?” Santana asked her as she shut the door behind her.

“No worry, I have a feeling this is going to be worth the wait. You look fucking sexy tonight Santana; I love this slutty number you are wearing.” Beth said as she stood up and walked towards the two.

Santana just giggled as she walked right to Beth and pulled her into a mind-boggling kiss. Misty wondered if she could even call it that, nothing so lewd and erotic could be so simply labeled. The two just exchanged tongue like a artful dance, making mewling moans like they were just fucking each other by making out.

“Thank you sexy, but you know me, my best outfit is nothing at all.” She laughed as she removed her maxi dress in one fell swoop, kicking it off to the side and going right back into kissing Beth. Santana’s body was also as insane, but hers featured the extensive body art on her arms and left leg. Her ass in particular mystified Misty, it was perfectly round and supple, no doubt the result of the enhancements.

“Um…so…” Misty got out as the two in front of her transitioned to groping and lightly stroking each other.

“We haven’t forgotten you Misty, this is your night after all,” Beth said as she broke the kiss to walk towards her, Santana laid down on the ottoman and began fingering herself slowly, “Like I said on the tour, The Factory is where you can lay your inhibitions bare and evolve yourself into sexual bliss. If you like, Santana and I would like to kick start that journey.” She said warmly as she led Misty to the foot of the ottoman, massaging her shoulders and pulling her into her from behind.

“So why don’t you get undressed, lay down, relax, and let us start your lessons in earnest.” She whispered into her ear as she laid down next to Santana.

Misty ripped off her clothing. Fuck it. Time to dive in. She nervously got onto the bed and laid between the two.

“Ok…what’s ne…” She didn’t get a chance to finish as Santana immediately pulled her into her own kiss. Misty felt a long tongue snake into her mouth and playfully massage her own. She also felt Beth kiss a trail down her body from the neck to her nipple down her stomach, until she felt her presence between her now spread legs.

“Do you like Santana’s prowess? She is one of the best here. It makes her scenes for Factory Films some of our best sellers.” Beth said as she began to slowly tease ever closer in soft kisses down Misty’s legs.

Misty could only moan in response. She was standing on the precipice ever since she saw Santana standing at Jenna’s door, now she was full tilt in sexual ecstasy.

“Just imagine, in a few months you will be through flirtation, kissing, foreplay, maybe you get a little fitter, maybe you decide on your first enhancement. You too will be on your way to kissing just like this, and maybe even this.” She said as she teasingly flicked Misty’s clit with her thumb.

Misty moaned again. All words were registering but the only thing her brain could focus on was the ever-enthusiastic lips of Santana and her hands now playfully tweaking her nipples.

“Then a few months later, your body becomes more of a monument, our program opens up your mind to sexuality proper, and maybe you take your first Oral class, finally starting to practice like this.” She said as she finally began to eat out a bucking Misty.

“You like how she eats you out baby?” Santana said in-between kissing Misty. She then broke the kiss and swung her legs over Misty's face.

“Why don’t you show me what you can do?” Santana said as she lowered her own soaking wet pussy.

Misty did not hesitate to pull her closer and enthusiastically began lapping away at Santana. She tasted exquisite.

“That’s it baby, just like that. Beth, she is pretty damn good at this!” Misty sighed as she twisted her nipples and massaged her chest while Misty devoured her.

“Wonderful, it is always nice to see applicants with some established talent.” She replied as she supplemented her tongue with fingers.

Misty remained in bliss for what felt like ages, until finally she felt the tension build and explode out of her in a loud moan of immense pleasure. That set of Santana as well, as she grabbed the back of Misty’s head enveloped her mouth completely in her cunt, spraying her with a cascade of enhanced pussy juice. Misty was soaked, lost in her orgasm spiked brain as Santana sighed happily and laid down next to her.

Misty then felt Beth climb on top of her and link her legs together with her own. The red head sighed as she began to rub her pussy against Misty’s own, each clit flick sending an already sky high Misty even further into another orgasm.

“Don’t think I am going to let you off that easy, I still need to come too.” She said as they both scissored each other. Finally, Beth threw her head back as she also squirt violently onto Misty, covering her in her own sticky cum.

Beth laid down next to Misty and Santana, all three breathing heavily in silence for a few minutes.

“Holy. Holy Shit.” Misty finally let out as she tasted the sweetness covering her body from her fingers.

“Now, imagine when you are a graduate and you can do that at any time, all day, with endless stamina and sexual knowledge.” Beth cooed as she cuddled up close with Misty

“And then, you can come down to the job center and fuck on camera for me!” Santana gleefully added as she cuddled up on the other side.

“Now, now, let us not get too hasty. It is up to you what path you take here Misty. Jenna and Tso too. Let this be a taste though, of the potential you can reach. Also, as a reminder, that anytime you want to bring this sweet pussy to my office, the door is always open.” Beth whispered as she playfully bit Misty’s neck.

“I think I am going to like it here.” Misty giggled as all three women slowly caressed and kissed each other for the remaining time.