For training of a different kind

“What this place is is a summer job of sorts. Like an internship, where young adults like yourself learn how the reality of deals and negotiations in the business world works” your uncle explained as you sat in an ornate living room.

This room was decorated much like your room was, and had couches and chairs arranged in a semicircle around a low coffee table in front of a screen that was currently off.

You noticed that all of the cushions on the furniture were soft and comfortable yet sealed against any liquids that might “spill” onto it, as well as being easily removable and replaceable.

Uncle John was still naked as he explained how his home/brothel/negotiation space worked, and kept talking as if it were a normal conversation while Emma sucked him off.

“So where do I come in? Are you going to put me in a collar like her and make me clean the house naked like a slut or something?”

“If you hadn’t been so receptive to Kyle when you first arrived then yes, only nudity would have been the least of your humiliations. But since you’ve adjusted so well I’ve decided to make you an offer: you stay here with me and become my replacement when I retire. Much like how I took over from my dad, and him from my grandmother.”

“Did... did my dad ever stay here?” You ask, not sure you actually wanted to know the answer.

“Yep. And your mother. They met here, you know. I think I even have some pictures Dad took of their first meeting if you want to see. They weren’t much older than you are.”

“I- I’m good. Maybe later.”

“So as I was saying: if you’re interested, I can mentor you to the point where you’ll eventually take over this place when I retire.”

“What, like, for real? What’s the catch?”

“Well for starters it’s not all sex and fun. What I do here is facilitate deals between all sorts of people by providing a neutral ground where the negotiators can lower their inhibitions and make things easier. You’ll have to be the ultimate hostess and the ultimate negotiator.”

You think back to all the times you’ve stepped in during arguments between friends, and how often you were able to deescalate things before feelings got hurt. You had a knack for it.

“I can do that.”

You were starting to get more used to the idea, and leaned back in your chair. Your legs spread a bit to let your pussy air out, and honestly you were still recovering from your orgasm thanks to Emma’s talented tongue.

“We might have to do something about that bush though” John said

“What about it?” You said, closing your legs defensively again.

“It’s not something we generally allow the youth to have. As my protégé we could let you keep it trimmed or with a landing strip, but as it is it’s a bit overgrown.”