A week had passed, and I saw neither Gael nor Sophia. We were all busy, Sophia with her different projects, Gael with hers, as well as her personal issues. I knew the uncertainty of her husband’s situation was weighing heavily upon her. I also had many meetings to attend, having spent a week away from my business lost in a world of erotic extremes.
I knew Sophia had now been transformed, at least in some measure. Her initiation into the Underground was complete, or so I hoped. But I needed to find out more. Keeping an eye on the newest members of our society was quite important. How she had been transformed was vitally important for her future in the Underground.
I called her into my office one morning, simply to gauge how she was doing, and how her experience in the old estate had changed her. She was dressed differently, no longer in her modest, conservative garb, but now wearing a tight, short skirt and a sheer white blouse. The lacy black bra beneath her blouse was clearly visible, and she knew it was visible, because no girl leaves her house without examining how she looks in a mirror for at least a half hour.
“So, how is it going? Are you doing alright?”
“Oh yes, just been busy over the past few weeks with Sam.” She rolled her eyes.
I chuckled. “So, did you end up going to that picnic.”
“Oh yes. We had a good time, saw some old friends, but….”
“But what?”
“Well, I felt different. It was not the same. All these people, all my friends, none of them having any idea of what has happened to me over the past few months, of what I have experienced. It is just a different feeling.”
I ran my hands through her hair. She was quite lovely, this Sophia, and now she was wearing her hair down, her long, thick blonde hair, with slight curls, and scented with a sweet and enticing aroma. I liked the shampoo she used, whatever that was. She touched my hand.
“Well, Sophia, you are beginning a new phase of your life. Yes, things have changed, and you will feel this difference in different ways. Some of those ways will be quite surprising, even shocking to you, and what those ways are you have no way of knowing right now.”
“Yes, it seems that way.”
“The Underground changes everyone who enters. Trust me, I know.”
Sophia smiled. “Yes, that seems to be the case. As I was at the picnic, watching everyone having a good time, playing cornhole and volleyball, I just could not stop thinking about everything, everything that had happed that week, how much I enjoyed it, all we did, and you. It was so wicked, so forbidden. God, I loved it! I want more of it. And I could not stop thinking about you, sir.”
I kissed her. “That is good Sophia. This is only the beginning of your journey. What you were thinking about, well, there will be many more places where such pleasures will be experienced by you. The Underground is vast.”
I now noticed, as we talked, that there was a new coolness about Sophia, even a kind of womanly sophistication. She no longer exuded a youthful exuberance, but rather she carried herself with a confidence that comes with the type of experiences she had just undergone. There was something different about her. I was not quite sure what it was, in all its totality, but Sophia had indeed been transformed.
Sophia stepped closer to me and put her hand on my chest, playing with my tie. She had never been so bold before. “Oh, I don’t think I can control myself right now…” She ran her hand down my torso and to my pants and over my member, feeling it through my pants, and as she felt it I quickly became quite hard. She looked at me with those big blue eyes of hers, eyes that were no longer naïve and innocent, but eyes that were now filled with a certain wickedness, a determined deviousness and a cool understanding of her newfound situation. She no longer needed any encouragement. She now had a sexual confidence, and understood that as a beautiful, sexual woman, she possessed an incredible power over men that she could exert whenever and wherever she wanted. Yes, Sophia had learned. She had grown.
Slowly dropping to her knees, she unzipped my pants and removed my penis with the same exquisite skill that Gael had taught her. All that old awkwardness was gone. “May I, sir?”
“Yes, you may.”
She took me in her mouth, and showed me, with lovely sensuality, that she had indeed learned all that Gael had taught her. I leaned against my desk, and the more she worked my cock, the harder I became. She had learned to use her tongue, licking the shaft all over, and to stroke, stroking it in all its hardness, now all so wet and so slippery from her skills, and to take me all in her mouth, and suck with the right motions, not too fast and not too slow, having lost her awkward fumbling of the past, when she went too fast, and gripped too hard, as if she were simply trying too much to please me. She also knew how to play with my balls, cupping and massaging, licking and sucking, all the while giving me the variety I so desire when a girl is giving me head. She had learned to combine all these things, and by doing this, she had shown me that she was now the skillful lover the Big Boss of the Orange Underground demands. I stroked her beautiful hair as she pleasured me.
She looked up at me with those big, blue and now utterly devious eyes, sparkling. She licked the sensitive head. “Do you like this, sir?”
“Oh yes, that is very good, Sophia.” I was indeed quite pleased with her.
“Mmmmm….that is good. I love playing with this wonderful, thick, massive cock of yours.” She held it in her hand, admiring it. “God, this thing is so fucking huge! So well proportioned. I love it…” She returned to pleasuring me.
It was not long until I felt that pressure building, and as she sensed it, she said to me, “Please sir, come in my mouth, I want to drink all of you…please…sir…”
“Yes, Sophia, you have earned such a reward.” I held my hand on top of her head, not too hard, but firm enough to prepare her for what was about to happen.
And she sucked now, more vigorously, and her lips were wrapped around my shaft, and she stroked too, and it was not long until I felt that wonderful feeling of release, the volcanic heat stirring within me, deep, and shooting out in a massive explosion of pleasure and sweet satisfaction. I filled her mouth, and Sophia once again showed that she had learned everything that Gael had taught her, taking all my semen in her mouth, swallowing every drop, and not missing anything. She even licked her fingers afterwards, just to make sure.
She got up and kissed me. I could taste myself in her mouth. Our warm and wet tongues played. “Was that good sir? Did I do it right?”
“Oh yes, Sophia, you did it perfectly. The Big Boss is now quite happy with you.”
“Mmmm…thank you. And of course I need to clean you after such an experience.”
She took a few tissues and wiped me clean.
“Anything else for today, sir?” She helped me with the belt of my pants as I readjusted myself.
“No, that is all. We will be in touch.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said, as she gave me one final soft kiss on the lips.
And with that Sophia fixed her dress, wiped her lips, put on lipstick, and left my office. I noticed that even her walk was different, as she now was not afraid to move her legs and hips in a way that was proper for a woman who had had her first and real and permanent sexual awakening.
Yes, Sophia had indeed learned all her lessons. I now knew she had been transformed into a woman worthy of membership in the Orange Underground. I was looking forward to what the future would hold for us.