Janet learns how Freedonia works

Half an hour later Janet was still sitting on the bench. She’d watched, with a feeling of unreality, as the elegant professional late twenty-something woman who had greeted her at Reception had rutted on the grass with three young men, allowing her pussy, ass and mouth to be used, often at the same time, while her moans and squeals of delight testified to her lust. God, Janet thought, she wasn’t faking it. She must have cum at least four times.

Janet shivered as she found herself wondering what such an experience must have felt like.

Chad, Lance and Brock were dwindling figures as they made their way towards the beach. Amy stirred on the grass, pushing her sweat-soaked hair out of her eyes as she sat up. “Damn,” she muttered to herself, “the meeting started twenty minutes ago. And I need a shower.”

Her trim uniform jacket lay a few feet away where she had dropped it. She reached over, felt in a pocket and extracted a phone.

“Hello? Sam? Yes, I know.. I was on my way over and I got distracted. Three times. You know how it is. What? No, I couldn’t arrange to meet them later. They’d only just arrived and they couldn’t wait to dip their wicks. I could have put an override on my indicators but then you’d have told me off for going against the Freedonia ethos.”

“Do you need me there? I’m only five minutes away, but I need a shower. I’m a mess. What? Yes, I said three. Yes, ass and mouth as well. You know, those rich college kids who flew in this afternoon. The dad of one of them’s been here a few times. I think I took the edge off them, but by the time they get to the beach they’ll be ready to go again! Okay, Sam. Thanks. I’ll get cleaned up and call by in an hour or so.”

She ended the call, pushed herself to her knees and turned, smiling, to Janet. Somehow the slut Amy had been replaced by the cool professional that was Miss Whitmore, despite her near-nakedness, the sweat that was drying on her body and the semen that coated her inner thighs and was drying on her face and in her hair.

“Well, Miss Lynn, you’re certainly becoming familiar with what Freedonia has to offer!”

Janet dragged herself back to reality. For the last half hour she had been the horrified spectator at a gang ****. Except, of course, that the **** victim obviously enjoyed it and regarded her experience as a regular part of her job.

Come on. Remember why you’re here. I’m a rich heiress with a lot of money and submissive fantasies. Get into character. This woman works in Reception. She’ll know names. Pulitzer prize.. Pulitzer prize..