Done With Work, Starting the Job

Eliza stood in the bedroom of her apartment. Joey's apartment, she reminded herself as she exhaled.

She was no longer in the pink skirt suit Joey had allowed her to wear for the day. It had been hard to take off, she had been so grateful that Joey let her wear it, and so proud that he had decided it all on his own. Eliza had started the day hoping that he would be back here, ready to tell her what to wear next, ready for his net lesson. Now, of course, Bianca had taken Joey home with Donna, which was fine. Good, even. That was the whole point of supporting one another. Eliza was happy for them.

It wasn't like he left her to sit alone in the dark. Now that she knew Joey had two girlfriends, she had two more pupils to take on. Relationships, whether sexual and/or were important in his journey to reach his full potential. To become a man. Eliza couldn't have picked two more perfect women for the role. She was so happy for them, and so glad they had finally seen how incredible Joey was. She knew that before she had considered being Joey's wife, or girlfriend, herself. But that was before she realized that supporting him, that encouraging him, that serving him, was the best possible outcome of her career. It made her so overjoyed. It was a dream come true.

Eliza was just glad that she had so much knowledge to impart, and was eager to get started.

Madison, and Aynsley, were of course more than happy to learn from her, but they had spent a good hour-and-a-half dressing Eliza up in various different outfits. Eliza didn't mind too much, she was so glad Indira had the idea to make it educational, but clothing was not the priority on her syllabus. To their credit they had stopped at the agreed-upon time. They had even picked out an outfit that Eliza liked.

Aynsley had found a black and white sweetheart-cut bodycon dress with an abstract geometric pattern that really made her average-sized chest stand out, and had paired it with a navy-blue leather jacket and black stilettos. Even Indira had joined in the fun after a little while. It had been her idea to give Eliza that black-matte lipstick. Eliza had to admit that she looked fantastic. She made sure to text Joey a picture, with her profuse apologies, and an explanation, after which she once again reminded Joey that he had final say.

Now though it was time to get to work. Madison and Aynsley were seated on the couch in front of her while Indira sat in the armchair, laptop out, ready to take notes. Ready to do anything. Eliza knew that Indira didn't love Joey, not the way she, or Madison, or Aynsley did. That was okay. Maybe she would in time. If not, then it was like they had already said, more Joey for the rest of them.

"Now girls, I know I questioned your intentions earlier today. For that I am, of course, so sorry." Eliza said. "It's clear to see that you are fully committed to Joey. You want something lasting. Maybe even marriage one day? You're willing to do just about anything to get him to like you. That was your first mistake."

At this last word Eliza looked to Madison, the girl blushed and broke eye contact. Eliza put a hand on her cheek. She gave a warm smile.

"I understand." Eliza continued. "Your first real love, well, it can make you do some very foolish things. You trying to pretend you're something you're not. Hiding your gorgeous body and your designer fashion underneath hoodies so Joey thinks you're 'chill.' Yes, I pay attention. You wouldn't believe how much teachers just love to gossip about students. Let me assure you, though your intentions were pure your methods were questionable. You should not become something you aren't. Your role, both of your roles, as his girlfriends is to make him stronger. My job is to serve him, but you are his partners. Trust that he chose you not just because of your beauty, but for who you are."

The two girls were getting misty-eyed. Even Indira was emotional. Eliza was taking a gamble by plunging into the emotional depths this quickly, but she trusted that Joey's girlfriends could handle it.

"Thank you Eliza. That was so sweet. But don't sell yourself short either" Aynsley said. "You're not just a servant, you're his mentor! You're our mentor too, and our friend."

Eliza chuckled. A kind sentiment, but the girl still understood so little. It was to be expected. She loved Madison and Aynsley, but sometimes wished that they were a bit older, had more experience. That's why she was here of course, to help them understand. They wanted to understand. Eliza nodded, reminding herself that she couldn't magically put them in their twenties. Until then, she would teach them all she could.

"I appreciate the sentiment Aynsley, but when I say servant, I'm not underestimating myself." Madison was ready to protest, but Eliza put up a hand to stop her, as she continued. "I'm also not saying that I'm worthless. A servant is the opposite of useless. Throughout history, from the chivalry of Europe, to the bushido of Japan, service has been considered the highest honor. A vassals highest honor was to serve their liege lord. The motif continues in literature, where the servant is often a noble figure. In religion, as well. Even popular culture with figures like Samwise Gamgee."

Madison and Aynsley looked a bit confused at that.

"I tried watching it, but it was _so _long." Madison said.

"Please don't tell Joey." Aynsley said.

Indira just smiled and gave them a reassuring nod.

"Like Chessy or Martin in The Parent Trap."

A look of realization dawned on their faces. They weren't dumb. Eliza had read their essays. She just had to remember not to use high fantasy as a metaphor in the future.

"Exactly, thank you Indira." Eliza said.

"So what are you saying?" Aynsley said.

"That we all have roles to play. Donna and Bianca's roles are to be there for Joey's sexual gratification. Indira is still finding her place in Joey's life, even as we have all taken her into our hearts. My job is to make sure Joey succeeds, to support his growth. Mistress Madison, you were the one who said we need to get organized, and you're right. You need to take charge of us, of this burgeoning sisterhood. Not quite yet." Eliza said, as she saw panic start to creep in. "But one day you will. It doesn't even have to be all at once. You're already taking on some of Joeys responsibilities, such as dressing me. But you'll need to be comfortable with more than just fashion choices. There will be decisions to make. Orders, commands, I know they can be hard to give to people with whom you share such a close connection to. But it's because of our bond that we will rely on you. That means you need to be the strongest of us. I can advise Joey, but I could never disagree with him. I know it's hard, but you might have to, sometimes. For his own good."

"She's right you know." Aynsley said turning to Madison. "I mean, I'm like totally on board to be one of Joey's badass girlfriends, but you were his first girlfriend. You're the First Girlfriend. Besides you're always right."

Madison was shocked, but Eliza could see she was also moved. Yet she still seemed a bit confused. That was okay. Eliza was there to help.

"You guys are sweet, and that was a really pretty speech, but I don't know what to do with that? I really don't mean to offend you Eliza, I totally support everything you said, but are we just here so you can give me a pep talk?" Madison said.

Eliza wanted to roll her eyes, but the girl had a point. The opening lecture had been one of her best, at least she thought so, but showing off her skills at rhetoric and making grand stirring oration wasn't the point of these lesson. Eliza realized she had approached this the same way she used to approach her history classes. As a lecture. Prosaic.

That's not how Madison worked. She would require a more creative, a more hand-on approach.

"No. I am not here simply to do motivational speaking. I'm here to teach you. That was the first lesson. A piece of advice, a stern warning, call it whatever you want. I am not saying that change is bad. After today's lesson, Indira will send you some recommendations for books and movies that Joey likes. Getting to know his interests is important, but not as important as having your own. Trust me, no man wants a girlfriend who does absolutely everything with them. Change too much and they'll call you clingy. The point is I need you to keep being you, not whoever you think Joey wants. I need you to have spines, personalities, and thoughts of your own. Lets start putting that decision making into practice. So, tell me, girls, what subject do you want to learn about first?"

Madison and Aynsley blinked at that. Good. Surprise was useful. Shock was a great way to get someone off a bad path. Eliza had shown them they had freedom to decide, now to see what they would choose.

For a while the just looked at each other, silently trying to communicate. That was okay. Indira was already busy looking up some of Joey's favorite movies on her laptop, and Eliza had all night.

"Well, what are some of the things you could teach us about?" Aynsley said.

"Excellent question Mistress Aynsley. It's often prudent to gather as much information as you can before making a decision." Eliza said.

"Okay, so why are you calling us mistress?" Madison said.

"It's an old expression. Back in the day an unmarried boy of nobility was called 'master' and a girl of noble blood was called 'mistress.' That's where Miss and Missus come from." Indira said without skipping a beat in her typing.

"Excellent work Indira! That is absolutely correct Mistress Madison. Honorifics are good ways to distinguish between ranks. Though we are all here to support each other equally, bound by love and affection, by acknowledging the hierarchy I both honor you as a vassal, and remind you of your duties. The same way in school you must still call me Ms. Matthews." Eliza said.

"Wow, that is some deep shit. But what do we call you when we can just be ourselves?" Mistress Aynsley said.

"Simply Eliza is fine, you have the right to call me whatever you want though." Eliza said.

"Okay, but what about Aynsley's first question. What kind of things can you teach us?" Mistress Madison said.

"I can teach basic home economics skills: cooking, cleaning, how to manage a household. I can teach you etiquette. Joey already has most of our money at his disposal, but if I can help him succeed he may not need it. My hope is that he will take his place in the upper echelons of society. That means you'll have to know how to be both charming guests and hostesses. I can also teach you about romance. Real romance. What relationships look like outside of rom-com or the bubble of high school. We could talk about how to best give and receive emotional support. Or we could talk about seduction, the bedroom arts." Eliza said her throat getting slightly husky at these last words.

"Hold up, you're talking about teaching sex?!" Indira said. The girl didn't seem horrified to Eliza, just astonished. She was new to being a part of Joey's orbit, and though she had already accepted much, Eliza realized perhaps there was more to teach that girl than she thought.

"Yes." Eliza said.

"I know how to, you know, do it. I've had sex before." Mistress Aynsley said.

"It's easy to have sex. Being good at sex, takes experience. For most. How many partners have you slept with?" Eliza asked.

"I don't know, like, three?" Mistress Aynlsey said, before the rest of the room turned to Mistress Madison. She was blushing again.

"None." Mistress Madison said.

"Are you saving yourself for marriage?" Eliza said, her face and tone gentle, beatific, as she tried to make her charge a little more comfortable.

"No! I mean, like... I don't think marriage before sex is wrong, or even bad, it's just that my relationships have sucked. I haven't really felt self with a guy, most of them just are into me because I'm hot, or I'm rich, or I'm popular. They see me as a trophy to have on their arm. And sometimes that can feel good but, it doesn't make me feel seen. I wanted to lose my virginity to someone who did for so long, I kept waiting but it just... never happened." Mistress Madison said.

"That is perfectly understandable, my dear. It takes time for that kind of relationship to form. Even with guy as amazing as Master Joey." And though she was serious about reassuring her pupil, her heart skipped a beat the first time she called him, 'Master Joey,' but there was no time for the well-spring of love that bubbled up at the thought of him when Mistress Madison needed her.

"But I want to have sex with him! So soon! He's the best possible thing to happen it's just-" Mistress Madison said, and before she could spiral into a panic Eliza gave her a kind hushing sound as she put her finger to the blonde girl's soft lips.

"No need to explain, Mistress Madison. We all know how you feel about Joey, but there's no rush. Remember, Donna, Bianca, and even I, hopefully one day, are there to serve his every sexual desire. That's one of the wonderful things about having so many women on your side. Unlike every other relationship you have ever been in, you're not in this one alone. You even have another girlfriend to be by your side, someone as amazing as Mistress Aynsley. So don't **** yourself into it. The truth is that both of you could probably use some more experience. If I'm being honest, Master Joey probably isn't very good at sex yet. What you all need, is time and practice. So take this time to make sure the first time Master Joey makes love to either of you, you're ready to make it as wonderful as it deserves to be."

Tears of relief and gratitude welled up in Mistress Madison's eyes, as Mistress Aynsley gentle rubbed her shoulder for support.

"Thank you Eliza. I think I would really really like that."

"Come on babe." Mistress Aynsley said, with a chuckle, "Whatever happened to 'I can't wait until we can go back to your place and you can fuck me on your bed!'?"

"Well we are in his place already." Indira said, which got a soft chortle from the reason.

"I want that, Ayns, I want that so bad. But Joey's the best thing that could happen to girls like us, and he deserves to have girlfriends who can really rock his world. Besides, I for one am very interested in what sort of lesson plan Eliza has in store for us." Mistress Madison said, the weight of her own emotions lifting as her horniness became visible and the rest of the women tittered along with her.

Eliza gave the room a moment to laugh. That catharsis was needed after such a heavy talk. But when the moment passed she stood up and looked to her TA.

"I am going to show you just that." Eliza said, and started walking. She didn't need to beckon them, as they fell in line behind her as Eliza led them to Master Joey's bedroom. She went back to the closet that was already in disarray from their game of dress-up, but fortunately her little black box had remained unnoticed. She picked it up and turned back to the wide-eyed girls. "I shall go prepare in the washroom. Indira, would you please undress Mistress Madison and Mistress Aynsley and get them anything they need to feel comfortable."

"Indira, you don't have to-" Mistress Aynsley started.

"But I want to-" Indira said, her eyes pleading.

"It's just-" Mistress Madison cut in.

"Stop. You two are the ladies of this apartment. That is your part in the household. Let Indira do hers. Please." Eliza said.

"Thank you Eliza." Indira said, sighing with gratitude. "I really want to have a place in the group."

"Ohmigosh, I'm so sorry! Babe! You know we're always here for you." Mistress Madison said, and the three girls hugged.

Eliza nodded. She hadn't expected Mistress Madison or Mistress Aynsley to immediately understand their stations, but was glad they were learning.

"Yes, very good. Now Indira once they're stripped I want you to undress yourself as well. Just because you're not currently vying for Master Joey's sexual attention, doesn't mean you can't benefit from some schooling." Eliza said.

"I've had a lot of sex." Indira said, and the two mistresses gave hoots of admiration.

"Then, perhaps, you can help me with the lesson." Eliza said going into the bathroom.

It only took a few minutes before Indira knocked on the door.

When Eliza first came out, Mistress Madison and Mistress Aynsley were proudly posing, presenting their gorgeous naked bodies, as if they needed Eliza's approval. They looked confident. That was good. They had a lot to be confident about. They had big perky youthful tits, long luscious hair styled to perfection, Mistress Madison had the more statuesque legs, but Mistress Aynsley had the curvier hips and firmer ass. Both of them more than worthy of Master Joey's lust as well as his love. Indira was a bit more shy. Her build was more athletic and her bust was more on the average side, but her body was well toned, with an undeniable grace to it. And her eyes were so wide and bright. Eliza knew she was more meek than the others, but soon they were all having the same equally shocked reaction.

Then they saw the huge purple strap-on Eliza was wearing. And the red one in her hand.

The look of astonishment on their faces was priceless.

"Indira, my love, do you know how to wear one of these?" Eliza asked. She had never seen the girl blush as much she did.

"I do." She said, the words coming out almost as a whisper.

"That's my girl!" Mistress Madison said whooping with delight.

"Damn bitch, you are nasty!" Mistress Aynsley said with unmistakable pride.

Eliza just smiled and nodded. It took Indira a moment to realize this was her cue, but once she did she made quick work of getting herself into the harness. Eliza looked down at the dildos proudly standing out from her and Indira's crotches, then back to the young Mistresses.

"Now choose." She said.

"Choose?" Mistress Madison said.

"Yes. Choose. There are two of us, and two of you. You are the Mistresses of the house. You have to choose which of us you want to be your partners in this first lesson." Eliza said.

The two women looked at each other, they were both nervous. Even Mistress Aysnley, with her previous sexual experiences had never done anything like this.

"You should pick first Mads, you are the First Girlfriend after all." Mistress Aynsley said, the adoration and admiration shone through her voice and face.

Mistress Madison blanched.

"I didn't think my first time having sex would be... like this." she said.

"Then don't think of it as your first time." Indira said, softening her tone and face. "This is a lesson remember? Ms. Matth-, I mean, Eliza, is helping you get ready for Joey. Or don't. After all most guys don't actually want a virgin anymore."

Eliza gave her TA an appreciative nod.

"And don't worry about offending us, Mistress. We both know you love us equally. No one is going to get jealous. Besides, we can always switch for round two." She said.

Mistress Madison bit her lip and looked back and forth. Eliza felt a thrill of excitement as she saw her former pupil, the Mistress of her house, the woman who was Joey's girlfriend appraise her own body. She let her bright strawberry-blonde hair out of its ponytail and shook it letting the waves cascade down her shoulders, and the tips brush against her back and the tops of her tits. Somehow it felt good to be ogled by this woman. Mistress Madison wasn't her Joey, but she was his girlfriend, her looks of appreciation filled Eliza's tummy with a swelling warmth of pride.

"In that case..." Mistress Madison said, her eyes still darting between Indira and Eliza. "I think I'm going to go with Indira."

Indira's face lit up with gratitude. Eliza was so happy for her.

"Then I suppose I get to give Mistress Aynsley some hands-on attention." she said.

Mistress Aynsley bounced on her tippy-toes with excitement her breasts jiggling with the movement.

"Now you two get on the bed. Yes that's it. Lie down. Right next to each other. Don't worry. There's plenty of room. It's a king sized bed." Eliza said, smirking as she realized which 'king' now owned it, before returning her attention to her pupils. "For our first lesson I just want to see what we're working with. No judgments. Just appraisal. We'll start with the basics. Some quick foreplay, followed by simple vaginal, missionary position sex. If you would like some lube there's some in the drawer on the righthand night table."

The two mistresses practically skipped to the bed, giggling as the lay down. Mistress Madison looked to her friend, and Mistress Aynsley reached out to take Mistress Madison's hand in hers, giving it a squeeze that looked like it was out of excitement as much as reassurance.

When they were ready, Eliza looked to Indira. The girl was flushed with anticipation, but returned her teacher's gaze, nodding with confidence.

Eliza strode to the bed, the strap-on waving from side to side with the rolling undulation of her hips. Indira's steps were smaller, more ginger, but both of them waited to get assent from their respective pupils before mounting them.

When Mistress Aynsley signaled her, Eliza swung her leg over the woman's full hips, and nestled her dildo on her partner's cute little slit. She leaned down to Mistress Aynsley and began to nibble at the young woman's neck, feeling the smooth skin beneath on her lips and drinking in the jasmine and sandalwood scent of her skin. Her mistress cooed under Eliza's touch, already seeming overwhelmed by the sensations, and it was plain to Eliza that the woman had never been with a partner who knew how to properly seduce a lady.

It was good they were practicing.

The sound Mistress Aynsley's euphoria intensified as Eliza began to tease her partner's nipples, turning into purrs and moans. Eliza could feel the other woman's legs begin to twist and writhe beneath her. With another hand she reached down to feel the warmth of the mistress's pussy and could tell it was quickly moistening. Barely a minute in, and she was already ready for penetration. Eliza moved her mouth up Mistress Aynsley's neck to nibble at her ears, stealing a quick glance at the work Indira was doing.

For now the girl was simply kissing Mistress Madison, but Eliza noted the firm, yet gentle way Indira played with her partner's tongue, the way she grasped Mistress Madison's shoulders in her fingers, the way the two of them pressed and rubbed their tits together.

Good.

Eliza began to move her hips, rubbing the dildo against the lips of Mistress Aynsley's vagina, teasing the girl until her moans of pleasure became **** pleas.

"Please, please put it in me!"

Eliza just smirked and shook her head, as she moved the dildo to press against Mistress Aynsley's clit. The woman arched her back as her head fell back against the pillow and her mouth went into a wide oh of ecstasy without words.

From beside her she could see Indira begin to grind herself against Mistress Madison, the virgin yipping and bucking along with Indira's, letting out the occasional cry of "Joey! Joey! Joey".

Soon Mistress Aynsley was joining in.

"Ms. Matthews! Eliza! Holy shit. No one has ever played with my clit like that. Please, please, please, I need to feel something inside me. Stick that dildo in me and fuck my pussy like you're Joey!"

"If you insist." Eliza said with a hint smug amusement. "But first I'm going to stick my fingers in you. Are you ready?"

"God yes!"

With that Eliza parted the labia of the young woman and felt inside. It was wet, and warm, the musky scent filling up Eliza's nose as Mistress Aynsley gripped Eliza's fingers with her pelvic muscles. She was maybe overenthusiastic, but certainly ready. Eliza didn't even think she needed lube.

Not wanting to torment her partner with anticipation Eliza soon guided the strap-on into the mistress's vagina. She could see a flash of pain on the other woman's face, but it was only for a moment, soon replaced with deep satisfaction as the dildo slid inside her.

Indira was already pumping away at Mistress Madison the two girls' arms twined around each other as Indira pumped into her, rocking back and forth as Mistress Madison let herself be led by Eliza's Teaching Assistant. Soon Eliza joined in, a bit more mindful of her tempo, starting slow and feeling the physical cues from Mistress Aynsley's body to let her know how hard and fast to increase her penetration.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of the two mistress's pleasure. Groans, purring, screams of delight, scattered with cries of things like:

"That feels amazing!"

"Harder!"

"Oh my god I needed this so bad."

"Your cock is so big Joey!"

"Joey you're amazing!"

"Fuck my tight little pussy!"

"Make me yours, Joey!"

"You're a king, Joey!"

Eliza was keeping mental notes of what the girls were saying, but even she had difficulty focusing on her work. She loved her job so much! She couldn't believe that she got to train these extraordinary young ladies in the finer arts of sex. She reveled in the taught flesh of Mistress Aynsley's hips, the tight muscles of her tummy, the soft skin of her legs stroking her own, the pillowy pertness of Aynsley's massive boobs. It had been so long since Eliza had been with another woman. She was so grateful to Joey. This really was a dream come true.

The dirty talk died down as both girls moved passed coherence and into primal sounds of pure rapture. Screams and cries. Mistress Aynsley's fingers dug into Eliza's back, the sharpness of her nails was a sweet tang of pain. Eliza wondered it the girl would draw blood but Mistress Aynsley began pumping herself harder and harder against the dildo, jamming it as deeply inside her as she could, bucking her hips with wild abandon against Eliza's.

Soon the room was full of the sounds of women orgasming. Eliza tried to keep track for later but when her own body started to shiver in pleasure she lost herself as her cries of ecstasy joined in with the others.

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It didn't take long until they were finally worn out, a tangle of sweaty bodies pressed and knotted together.

"That was amazing." Mistress Madison said once she had, at last, caught her breath.

"I don't think I've ever cum that many times at once. Not even on my own." Mistress Aynsley said.

"I really do feel like a dirty girl." Indira said, and the other girls laughed at what was quickly becoming an inside joke.

Good.

"I'm glad you both enjoyed your studies, but remember that that's what they are. We're here to learn." Eliza said, and the giggles died down as the rest of the lay their in attentive silence. "My biggest comments on your performance are these: Mistress Madison, I am so pleased that your first time having sex was such a positive experience, but it's that you, that both of you have much to still learn before you're ready to pleasure Master Joey. Mistress Aynsley your enthusiasm was commendable but you have trouble listening to your partner's body language. Mistress Madison, though I know it's your first time, you were far too passive, you practically just lay there as you let Indira do all the fucking. And both of you need to work on communicating. You need to let Master Joey know what you like since he won't know first time he has sex with you, and you both need to get more creative with your dirty talk. Now, are you ready to get into the more granular notes? I will go first, then Indira will follow."

"Five more minutes of cuddling?!" Mistress Madison said.

"Please?!" Mistress Aynsley said.

Eliza sighed, but it was a sigh of indulgence, not annoyance.

"Is that an order?" She asked.

"Yes!" The two mistresses said in unison, before the three girls erupted into a new bout of laughter.

Eliza had her orders cupping Mistress Aynsley's breast as Master Joey's girlfriends began to compare their own notes about the experience, while Eliza silently thanked Master Joey for making her life more wonderful than she could have imagined. She smiled, wondering what other marvelous surprises lay ahead.