Learning the Ropes

“Who is the liaison that the World Topper Council will be sending?” You ask Lisa.

You and your free use gifts, Elsa and Candice, and Lisa are all riding the fanciest looking elevator you’ve ever been inside of. Not that that’s saying something, as the only elevator you’ve ever seen was a drab metal box that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in ages. The elevator was taking you to the Penthouse suite of the towering building you saw from the outside, where you will be staying temporarily until you meet the liaison.

“I apologize Mr. Cruz, but I was only told by my superior’s at the WTC to bring you here.” Lisa answered you.

“Call them. Ask them who it is. Tell them I ordered it.” You command her.

Lisa immediately takes out her phone to make the call, just in time for the elevator doors to open, revealing an incredible looking suite that you couldn’t have even imagined possible from the concrete box you used to call a home.

There was a sunken living room, with plush white carpeting and half of the sunken floor was covered by a custom sofa that fit the sunken floor’s dimensions exactly. In the wall was a monitor the size of the walls of your former home. You can also see the floor to ceiling windows that give a perfect view of the city.

You look further back and it seems there was a living room or sitting room that was separate from the sunken floor couches, and hallways that led to the rest of the suite. The walls were all made of an expensive looking wood, lacquered and varnished to look shiny and clean. This was merely the entrance to this place. You could fit three or four of your concrete box of a house in this one entry room alone.

You take off your slippers and walk towards the sunken floor, feeling the smooth plush carpeting on your feet and between your toes. You would’ve killed to have this carpeting as your bed, instead of the banig you used to sleep in.

The huge screen in the sunken area lights up to reveal a young looking black man wearing a fitted vest but nothing underneath, as well as no bottoms, as his humongous manhood was being serviced by the mouth of two brunettes, while he was sitting down on a leather seat.

“Ah~, the innocence of youth. Not even being serviced despite having an erection.” The man comments upon appearing on the screen and seemingly surveying the room you are in. You’re assuming he’s talking about you and why Elsa and Candice aren’t currently servicing the erection under your shorts. The way he’s speaking to you, the way he calls you young despite not looking a few years older than you, having access to the screen of this suite…

“What may I call you, sir?” you address the man, who you can only assume is another topper.

“Oh-ho-ho. A polite one. That’s new.” you hear a female voice say from off camera.

“You may call me LaKeith.” The man answers you, before the camera turns towards a blonde woman, who looks like a teenager just like you, wearing a latex bustier and thigh high black latex boots. You’re not sure if she’s not wearing any bottoms, like LaKeith, as she has her legs crossed while sitting down on a similar leather chair as him. She has two naked older looking people with collars around their necks, sitting like dogs in front of her. A man and a woman. The man has a balding head and a mustache, and a stomach that you can only accumulate if you grew up in luxury; while the woman has a striking resemblance to the blonde sitting in the chair.

“This is Lillian. She is your liaison to the WTC.” LaKeith introduces her off camera.

“Now you know I’m your liaison. Can you tell that **** with you to stop bothering us now?” Lillian addresses you. It seems she’s talking about Lisa when she used the term ****… that’s interesting information.

“Of course, Mistress.” you answer her, using an honorific that you assume she prefers.

“Polite and actually smart? What a unique combination. Here I thought you’d be the bottom of the 500.” Lillian remarks condescendingly. The camera pans towards LaKeith once more with an impressed smile on his face.

“We’ll be there in a few hours, kid.” LaKeith informs you.

“What’s this orientation about that we can’t have it over this screen right now?” you ask him, and Lakeith’s impressed smile just grows wider.

“You’ll find out soon enough. Patience.” He answers you.

“Oh! Don’t end the call yet!” Lillian shouts off camera, making LaKeith pan the camera back to her. The woman who you thought looked a lot like her now has her ass towards you, giving the camera a perfect view of her plump backside and pussy, while she services Lillian. “Sluts! I want to speak with you.” Lillian calls out, and Elsa and Candice move to the sunken floor with you so they can be seen by Lillian, before kneeling with their heads down in deference to her.

“Yes mistress?” Elsa and Candice ask simultaneously.

“Can you fucking take care of that thing in his pants before I get there? I don’t want it pointing at me when I arrive.” Lillian orders them, making Candice and Elsa immediately pounce and lower your shorts to reveal your dick.

“What happens if I tell them to stop and not follow your orders, Mistress?” you ask Lillian, making Candice and Elsa hesitate if they should continue. A paradox of requests between two toppers making them hesitate who to follow. The camera pans towards LaKeith before Lillian could answer.

“Not here.” LaKeith sternly says to Lillian. “We’ll answer that during your orientation.” LaKeith answers you. “Also, I’d advise you to let them take care of that thing between your legs. Otherwise, you’d be the biggest waste of a topper I’ve ever seen.” LaKeith jokes, giving one last wink to the camera before the screen turns off.

You look down at the two blondes kneeling in front of you, with your erection pointing straight at them. You’re tempted to take the advice of LaKeith and just have them service you, but it seems there’s work to be done.

“Lisa.” You call out to her, to grab her attention.

“Yes, Mr. Cruz?” she asks.

“Are my mother and neighbors already in this building?” You ask her.

“I have been informed they’re here already, Mr. Cruz. They have all been given separate rooms on the floor right below us. Your mother has already been given an energy restoration pill, and is already back on her feet. Would you like to have them brought up here?” Lisa asks you.

“No. I would like them moved. I don’t want them in this building when Lillian and LaKeith arrive. Find a nice place for them to stay and have personnel to pamper them. Tell them they’re free to do what they wish, except leave the place you’re going to move them to. Don’t tell anyone their location when you’re asked. Is that understood?” You order her.

“As your will commands, Mr. Cruz.” Lisa answers you. “As for Mrs. Satoshi, would you like to have her flown here? It will take a few hours for her to arrive.” Lisa asks you.

“No. I want to go to her home once my schedule is free. I don’t want her brought here.” You answer Lisa, who nods her understanding. Lisa puts her phone to her ear, but you ask her one more thing. “Why did Lillian call you my ****?” you ask Lisa. Lisa puts her phone down to answer you.

“I would like to first clarify that Mistress Lillian called me a ****, not particularly your ****. Please do not take that explanation the wrong way. I only meant that I am your **** if you choose me to be, Mr. Cruz; and that everyone outside of the 500 can be your **** if you choose them to be. However, we are all what the toppers want us to be.” Lisa explains.

“Toppers are your collective masters.” You say in understanding, and Lisa nods that you understood correctly.

“If LaKeith or Lillian asks if I brought anyone with me to this building, what would you answer if I specifically tell you to hide that information from everyone, including toppers?” You ask her.

“I would answer that you rode alone in your transport with your gifts and myself only.” Lisa answers. She answered the question honestly, but without divulging information... like a trained politician. No wonder she works for the World Government. You’re going to have to master that skill too in case these toppers, or any other toppers, decide to hang out with you more frequently. “Would that be all, Mr. Cruz?” Lisa asks to confirm, and you nod; making her spring into action and call for the move of your mother and neighbors to a secret location.

You look back down at the two blondes who are still looking up at you with their striking blue eyes, your erection not having gone down despite your conversation with Lisa. You’re assuming that’s the effect of the TOPPO pill you took.

“How do you know Lillian?” You ask both of them.

“Mistress Lillian trained us to serve your every desire, sir.” Candice and Elsa answer simultaneously, as if they were programmed to answer that when asked.

“Why would she train you to serve me?” You press on.

“Mistress Lillian is the best and most generous topper, and we were happy to be trained by her.” They once again answer, their tone practiced to sound sincere and genuine, but you don’t believe it one bit. You decide to rephrase your question, in order to get the answer you desired.

“Did you know Lillian before she became a topper?” you ask.

“Mistress Lillian was born from the womb as a topper and will always be one until the day she chooses to relinquish her position.” They answer you, and it seems you found your opening.

“It’s punishable by law to lie to a topper, and I can choose to decide what punishment you will have. Don’t lie to me. No one is born a topper. Answer the question. Did you know Lillian before she became a topper?” You command them.

“We accept whatever punishment you wish to implement, sir.” They both tell you, dodging the question entirely.

It seems Lillian trained them well to not divulge information about her. Despite the inconvenience, you have to thank Lillian for doing so. This interaction has told you more about how toppers operate than probably any orientation they’ll give you.

“Fine. If you wish to be punished…”

“So be it.”