Chapter Eleven: Sophia Begins To Learn About the Underground

Sophia and I met a few times over the next few weeks, usually my office, but not alone as others needed to be present, as I detailed for her the inner workings of my business. She was always dressed prim and proper, in a preppy sort of way, not sultry and sexy like Gael, but more like a good schoolgirl who wanted to please her teacher. She was modest. She usually wore knee-length skirts, with a button-down blouse of some sort, and occasionally she would wear pants.  Her hair was always pulled back in a ponytail, never down. The aroma of her perfume was always delightful. At times there were opportunities for us to be alone, although not with enough time for anything to happen, but we always managed to be close to each other, sometimes our bodies slightly touching. During one brief meeting in my office, I had her sit next to me, and our legs touched, her thigh gently pressed against mine. No words were said, and nothing more happened beyond that, except the growing erotic desire and tension between us.

Occasionally I would take her to a few venues where we were conducting business. Most often it was with a group, a few employees I wanted to cultivate for better management positions. Sophia was always shy and quiet in these situations, usually standing in the background, serious and attentive and taking notes and trying to learn as much as she could. Sometimes she would wear a pair of glasses with a tortoise shell rim. I liked that look on her, sort of nerdy, and nerdy girls usually have a very hidden sexual side. Often as I was talking and lecturing these special employees, I would let my eyes linger on her for a few moments, and she kept the gaze with me. When I turned away, I sometimes noticed she would look down, putting the pen she was using for notes against her lips. Yes, she did feel that same tension that I was feeling.

One day I needed to go to a local, private museum to examine some artwork. There was an auction that was going to be taking place in a few weeks when some extremely expensive pieces were to be sold, and this museum was thinking of acquiring a piece or two, or selling a piece or two, and they needed some advice and investment on my part. I was always an enthusiastic supporter of museums and their art, as a love of beauty and artistic beauty was one of the driving factors of my life. I decided to take Sophia with me on this trip, alone, just the two of us. I had told her the day before about this trip and that she needed to be prepared.

Sophia arrived in my office early that morning, dressed as normal, except today her skirt was light blue. She had on her normal white, button-down blouse. It was a hot day, so the material on her clothing seemed a bit lighter. We drove to the museum, an old neoclassical building with a marble façade nestled in the heart of the city. It was on a day the museum was closed to the public, so Sophia and I had the place to ourselves, except for the few employees normally there, and a couple of security guards. Most of the employees were women.

The museum was once a large mansion, built by an oil tycoon in the early twentieth century for his wife. It was later converted into a private museum, and membership was difficult to obtain. I had donated millions to this museum, so the administrators and staff knew me well. I was met at the entrance by Gwen, the curator, a brunette in her mid-thirties. We went a long way back, including sexually, and when she saw Sophia she gave me that knowing smile. “Oh, hello sir, glad to see you today.”

“Hello Gwen. This is Sophia. I am going to show her around a little bit. I want her to see those pieces I am interested in.” Qwen looked Sophia up and down, looked back at me, and smiled. Yes, she knew my bad habits.

“Enjoy yourself, sir. The works you are interested are in the Blue room.”

Yes, the Blue room was one of my favorites. It had different pieces from different artists of different periods. It was called “Blue” because the room was a theme, and that theme was adult, and several pieces of adult art hung up on the wall. When the museum was open a guard was always placed at the entrance to make sure only those over eighteen could enter. There was nothing explicit or overly graphic about them, just some settings with nudes suggesting various things.

We entered the gallery. “Yes, Sophia, these are some of the pieces we are thinking of trading or buying and then selling at a later date. It all depends on the work. What do you think?”

Sophia quickly scanned the room, looking quietly at each one, not saying a word. She was curious though, as she started walking about, and examining each one individually.

There was one piece by a local artist, showing a man and a woman on a beach, nude and close and with the vast sea behind them. It had a subtle and not so subtle eroticism. The woman’s body was full and luscious, her nipples bright red, her hips enhanced by the richness of her bush. The man was about to embrace her, and his penis was clearly in a state of semi arousal. Sophia stopped in front of it. I walked up behind her.

“What do you think of this one Sophia? It is nice. I enjoy the way the artist has captured the moment, the tension between the two. Nothing has happened. It is only suggested. And the technique! Look how the lines are delicate but still full and exquisite. And the colors. I particularly love the turquoise sea in the background. It seems to suggest the ancient vastness and mystery of life and eroticism.”

She was staring at it, not knowing what to say. I was wondering if she was more intrigued by the male or female nude.

I decided to goad her. “Is this something that might be prohibited by your church?”

“Oh yes, my pastor would hate this. He would say it is sinful.”

“And what about you, Sophia, what do you say?” I put my hand on the small of her back and kept it there. “The woman is quite beautifully depicted, isn’t she?”

She stared at the painting more intently. “Well, to be perfectly honest, I like it. There is something beautiful in all this.” She then coyly put the palm of her hand in front of her face. “Oh god, I should not have said that. What would my parents think?”

I laughed. “Well, neither your parents nor your pastor are here now. Still, it might be worth quite a bit in a few years. I still have not made my final decision on this.” I ran my hand up her back. “But it is nothing to be ashamed of.  Remember, this is our business. There are no moral judgements here.”

Sophia collected herself. “Yes, of course sir. I should not let such things enter in my consideration. I think this might be worth quite a bit in a few years. It has a certain tension about it, a mysterious romanticism, and that is always valuable.”

“Good.” I removed my hand from her back. “Come, let me show you some more pieces.”

We walked into the main gallery of the museum and met Qwen. “Qwen, I would like the key to room 25 please. I want to show Sophia some of those pieces we are considering.”

Qwen gave me that knowing smile again. “Of course sir.” She disappeared for a few minutes.

“There is some artwork in this room I would like you to consider Sophia. Art has many functions, and its value can be estimated in different ways. This is something you need a bit more training in.” Qwen returned and handed me the key to room 25. “Thank you Qwen. We may be in there a while, so please do not disturb us.”

“Understood, sir.” We began to walk away. “Enjoy yourself.”

We walked through the museum, passing a few galleries, and after making one or two turns, and up an elaborate staircase, we approached a long hallway, roped off, before which was standing a large and intimidating man dressed in black three-piece suite, posted there even on a day the museum was closed. “Hello sir,” he said to me as he undid the rope and let us pass, “glad to see you again.”

“How are you doing today, Nick? I hope all is going well.”

“Yes sir, it is.”

“Good, glad to hear that. We are going to need some privacy today, Nick.”

“Understood, sir. No one will be allowed beyond this point. Enjoy.”

“Thanks.”  

As Nick reattached the rope I noticed the 357-magnum handgun he had holstered to his upper side. Yes, Nick took his job seriously. This was good, and important for my business.

The hallway was long and quiet and without any doors, and the sound of Sophia’s shoes tapping against the marble floor as we walked down it echoed wonderfully until we reached the end, and on the side was a large oak door. I unlocked it, and we entered the room. When I turned on the light, Sophia gasped. “Oh sir,” she said quietly. “My oh my.” Her face turned bright red.

The room, spacious and covered with oak panels, was filled with various erotic works, paintings, sculptures and photographs, lining the  walls, some hanging, some on the floor leaning against the wall. There were a few tables covered with photographs. A couch in the middle of the room had a few closed leather albums sitting on the cushions, and in front of the couch was a coffee table, on top of which were more folders, and a round bowl. The bowl was filled with oranges. There were also a few leather and cloth lounge chairs, with small tables next to them, the sort of thing you might see in the fancy lounge of an exclusive club. On the tables were more leather folders, neatly placed beneath tall, golden lamps. All the works were of an explicit and graphic sexual nature, including the photographs. The room had that gentle golden hue of extreme, old money class.

“Now Sophia, I do not want you to become overwhelmed by this. Remember, these are all artworks. Whatever the subject matter, you must maintain your composure, and give each one an estimate, however imperfect, based on what you see. Remember, this is all business, and I want your best judgement as to what you might think is a good investment for us.”

Sophia cleared her throat, “Of course sir. I will do my best.”

We began walking around the room, examining the various pieces. Sophia pulled out a small notepad and began writing down her thoughts.

We stood in front of one piece, a marble sculpture of a man doing a woman from behind, his large cock halfway inside her, and her expression one of rapt pleasure. I stood close to Sophia.

“You see, Sophia, there is a market for these sorts of work. There are makers and collectors of good erotica, and good erotic art, extremely expensive and high class erotic art, not trashy, but because of public censure, they must remain anonymous and discreet. They are willing to pay huge amounts for this kind of work, so long as it does not get out in public. And in this day and age, with everything online and people’s lives under constant scrutiny, there is even a greater need for such discretion. And in my business we provide this discretion.”

Sophia was staring at the sculpture. I could see she was somewhat mesmerized by it.

“This particular piece is made by a well-known artist, but it is a bit too scandalous for public display. And there are many who would like to own this, and pay good money for it, to keep in the privacy of their homes or bedrooms, simply because the artist is so well known. How the artist gets it to them is one of the functions of my business. But what is important to remember, critical to remember, is that all we do is, again, of a high-class nature. The erotic art we deal with is not trashy, as I said, but rather beautiful, and our clients are looking for beautiful depictions of sexuality, even explicit sexuality. Class is imperative in this business. It is our brand.”

“Yes sir,” she said as she wrote something on her note pad, staring intently at the artwork, “yes…I can see that…it is…nice…even beautiful…” She was clearly a bit flustered, and that is where I wanted her to be.

“And then there is this one.” I walked over to a painting on the wall, a large oil painting of a man performing oral sex on a woman, with another woman lying next to them on a bed, watching and masturbating.  I looked at Sophia. Her face was once again bright red.

“Now, this is quite graphic, and quite sexual, but there is a certain beauty to it, an old school look. It sort of reminds me of something that Caravaggio might paint, minus the sexuality. And who knows what Caravaggio drew or painted in the private aspects of his life? Many artists did things that no one ever knew about then or will ever know about now. Lost works. Decadent works.”

Sophia put the pen to her mouth. “Yes, I can see how this might be similar to a Caravaggio. The tenebrism,” she paused to look at it more closely, “yes, or rather the chiaroscuro of this piece is quite stunning. I like how he has positioned the figures, and the balance of what is a very exciting scene. I can see this selling for quite a good price.”

I touched her arm. “Very good, Sophia. You are showing a good knowledge of art. That major in Art History will be a very valuable asset in my business.” I then put my hand around wrist, “Come, let me show you something else.”

We sat on the couch, close to each other, and I opened one of the leather folders. Inside were many erotic photographs of models engaging in various sex act. I moved closer to Sophia to examine the photos.

“You see, Sophia, these are photos from a famous photographer. But he does not want the public to know about these works. No, he likes to keep them quiet. There was once a photographer called Maplethorpe, and his works, although quite good, caused him such grief that it followed him throughout his life. Most people do not want that sort of thing.”

I pulled out a series of photos from another famous photographer of a woman giving a man oral sex, different photos and angles, some of the woman gripping his huge shaft, taking it in her mouth, or running her tongue around the head, or sucking his balls, and the man was ejaculating all over her breasts and the woman tasting his cum on her fingers, licking them. Sophia took it and studied it very seriously. “Yes, Sophia, such works exists, and an audience and buying public exists for them. What they want, the buyer, is knowing that this is the work of a famous photographer, and that they are of a high class, exclusive artistic nature, and they both, the buyer and the photographer, want to keep this secret.”

“Secret, yes, I can see,” she said quietly, beneath her breath. “I would not want anyone to know about this either.” She put the photograph down and began looking through the others. The rest were of various female models, all nude, all lovely. I moved even closer to her, our thighs now touching.

“But there is even more to this, Sophia.” I took from the coffee table a large, brown leather attaché briefcase, one that had a numbered lock. I positioned the three numbers, clicked it open and pulled out another photo, one of many. This was of a woman riding a man, as seen from behind, her face hidden but her lovely body and ass fully visible as his cock was deep inside her.

“Now this one, Sophia, this is a famous Hollywood actress, someone who secretly confessed to be an exhibitionist, a woman who loves sex, and who secretly desires to have an Only Fans page, or just do a porn shoot, but her stardom would not allow that, and so she came to us, or knew us well enough, to facilitate this series of erotic photos. She paid us well for the confidentiality, and the photographer was paid well for this series.”

Sophia examined the photograph with intense curiosity. “Well, I never knew such things, or such people, even existed. But, but why do they do this?”

“People have their hidden desires.” I took out another photograph. This one of a woman wearing a mask while a man fucked her, her legs wrapped around his shoulders. “And this one, this is the wife of an international financier. He owns a huge yacht, is thirty years her senior, and does not care what she does with her free time and his money, so long as she is present in a socially proper way when he needs her to be. She wanted some kink and given that we are known and are part of her circle, we provided that. Again, secrecy is of the upmost importance. We are paid extremely well for our discretion. And we are serious about this.”

Sophia again studied the photo, but this time in silence. She turned to me and asked, “But how do you keep all this secret? What if someone wanted to out all these people.”

“Yes, that is a good, and natural question. I cannot answer that right now, Sophia, except to say that we have our methods of enforcement. If someone tried to make public one of our clients, well, let’s just say we can exercise extreme forms of punishment. And we have. People know this, and this keeps things in line, ordered and quiet. It is a good deterrent for such behavior. That is part of the Society, the Underground, and the deal people make when they decide to become part of it. It is unwritten but well known.

A blank stare came over Sophia’s face. “Oh…”

“You see, all that you see here is a society that exists, a secret society. We call it the Underground. Eroticism, sex, it is all around us.” I took out another photo, this time of a masked woman on all fours with two masked men, one in front of her, the other behind. “This is the wife of a powerful, national politician. Everyone knows his name. His wife wanted something different. So did he. We provided them with this. You see, Sophia, most people have their socially acceptable sides, and then their other sides, their hidden and sexual sides…”

Sophia was now looking at a photo of two women fingering each other. “I never knew…. really…”

“Yes, Sophia, this does exist. And these photos, well, people around the world will pay good money for these. The people who want these artistic photos of themselves might, for instance, pay us five million to facilitate the work, and we pay the artist a million to create these, but we sell them to some Gulf sheik or South Korean shipping mogul or German tech industrialist for twenty or thirty million. Such money is pennies to such people, they really do not care about the exorbitant cost, because they know that only we can provide these services and products with all the full guarantees. So we make quite a bit with these transactions. But really, for me, this is good art, even beautiful art, and I am facilitating the enjoyment of good but forbidden art among like-minded people. That I make a great profit is only a bonus.”

“It sounds, well, it sounds like something that is…”

“That is….”

“Well, forbidden, but fun and dirty and exciting.” She put the photos down on the table and looked around the room, running her hands along her thighs. “God, who knew!”

“That is the key, Sophia. No one knows. That is the only way this works. This is why we call this world, The Underground. And to be even more precise, it is called The Orange Underground.”

“Orange? Why Orange?”

I laughed. “I like Oranges.”

Sophia let out a loud laugh. “Oh, well I guess THAT makes sense!”

I put my hand on her thigh. “Have you ever seen such works before? Erotic works. Artistic works of an explicit sexual nature. What is your reaction to all this?”

“No…never…” she trailed off for a moment, looking down, her face bright red. Then she said, in a hushed voice, “Well…once…yes…oh god I can’t admit this…I never have…”

I squeezed her thigh. “Once what, Sophia? Be honest with me. I need to know everything for my organization and your place in it.”

She let out a deep breath and said in a high, exuberant voice, “Ok yes…I like these things. I admit it. I have never told anyone this. No one knows. I…I like looking at dirty pictures online…” She put her hands over her face. “Oh, my parents would kill me!” She laughed.

I stroked her thigh through her dress. “And what about your boyfriend.”

“He does not know. He is a prude.”

“And your pastor?”

“He would kick me out of the church.” She laughed again.

“Well, thank you for telling me these things, Sophia. There is no shame in all this. In fact, I know many women who enjoy erotica, whether written or visual. Women are sexual creatures too, you know. The proof is right here, in this room, in these photos.”

Looking around the room, she now seemed focused on a large oil painting on the wall of two women kissing each other. “Yes, I know, but it always seemed so dirty and secret to me, something not to talk about, to be ashamed of, and to save only for marriage.”

“Well, sex is more complicated, and more simple, than that, Sophia.”

“I think…I think I am now beginning to understand that, seeing all this, and now knowing that people will pay good money for this sort of stuff, to participate in this, what did you call it, this Underground. And talking to you about it, well…”

I touched her hair. “Well what, Sophia?”

“Well, you are so easy to talk to, and I feel so comfortable with you in all this. I am surprised. I am usually so shy and ashamed and embarrassed when it comes to things like this. Sex, that is. Sexual things. And now, as you call them, erotic things. But…but it is really all so beautiful, so alluring…” She trailed off.

“That is good Sophia, you are learning.” I returned my hand to her thigh, resting it in the middle. She felt warm through her skirt.

“And…” She looked down.

“And what? Don’t be shy.”

“And I like it.” She looked all around the room. “I like all of this…it…kind of turns me on…”

“Sophia,” I lowered my voice as I squeezed her thigh more firmly, “I am glad to know that you have this hidden side, but do you want to have a fuller role in this business, to grow and learn and advance, not only as an employee, but as a woman…” I stroked her hair, and gently and slowly ran the back of my fingers along her face. I took the elastic band off her ponytail, and let her hair fall freely over her back and shoulders. She was completely submissive and compliant. “Would you like to explore this Underground, and explore it now, and with me as your guide?”

She picked up another photo, of a woman tied to a bed, a necktie wrapped around her eyes and a man performing oral sex on her, and she ran her finger along the smooth glossy paper.  “Yes sir, yes….I would….” She spoke softly, looking down, as if almost embarrassed by this confession of her.

I kissed her on her cheek. “So, and we need to be clear on this, you would like, Sophia, to see what this world is like, the Underground, to experience all it has to offer?”

“Oh, it seems all so new, so different, but so…exciting….yes….yes….I would….” She turned her face, and our lips met, and her lips were soft and full and warm and luscious. My hand had now gone under her dress, and was stroking her thigh, and moving upward.

“Are you sure?”

I slowly moved my fingers a little closer to her most precious place.

“Yes. I want this.”

My hand felt her, her panties, and she was totally and utterly soaked.

“Well, it seems like you are ready, doesn’t it.” We kissed a fuller kiss, hot and sensuous, and I reached under her panties and felt her soft vagina, running my fingers around the lips, finding her taut little clitoris, giving her pleasure, and when I slid a finger inside her, she moaned a loud and lovely moan.

“Oh god sir….yes…oh…”

“Are you ready to obey me, Sophia? To become the perfect employee of mine? To learn about the meaning of the word pleasure? To explore the world of sexual pleasure? To be transformed. To join the Orange Underground”

“Yes…yes I am…I want all that…I am ready sir for all you can give me…”

I took my fingers out of her, covered with her wet essence and placed them on her lips, and her tongue met them, before she took them in her mouth. I pulled them out and sat back.

“Are you sure. Do you understand what this means for you, now and for your future?”

“Yes, yes sir.” Her voice was clear and without hesitation.

“Then stand up.”

She was totally obedient and stood up before me.

“Take your skirt off.”

She looked at me, hesitant, a bit unsure of what was happening. Even though she had expressed a willingness for what was to come, I knew this was a completely new experience for her, but in this moment, this moment when her first steps into the Underground were now being taken, a bit of firmness on my part was needed. Guidance by a strong and steady hand was always essential when leading a new girl for the first time into this world.

I raised my voice with authority and seriousness and dominance. “Do it, Sophia. Now.”

“Yes, yes sir.”

She reached around the back of her skirt, and undid the zipper, and wiggling her hips a bit she let it slip off. She stood before me in a pair of blue panties, with some lace, nothing too fancy, but appropriately feminine.

“And now the blouse, Sophia.”

This time she did not hesitate. Unbuttoning the shirt, a bit slowly with a hint of a tease, and looking at me now with a bit of excitement and deviousness in her eye, she let the shirt fall to the ground. Her bra was white and lacy, like the first time I caught a glimpse of her underwear in my office.

“Yes, Sophia, that is very good. Now, take off your bra.”

She reached around back, undid the latch, and let it fall to the ground. Her breasts were full and round and quite lovely, with perfect round nipples that were so lightly pink they nearly blended into her skin.

I sat back on the couch, resting one arm along the top, admiring what I was seeing. “And now, Sophia, the rest…” I pointed to her panties.

“Yes sir….”

She slid them down her thighs and stepped out of them, and there she stood, this Sophia, totally nude, in front of me in this room of exquisite works of erotic art, herself now blending in with the overall beauty, in her own nudity now becoming part of a great tradition of such artistic beauty spanning thousands of years. Her wonderfully full yet still trimmed blonde bush nestled between her soft, white thighs only enhanced the aura of her rare beauty.

“Yes, this is a first good step. The artists who painted these works, and created these sculptures, or photographed their subjects, would have loved to have you as a model, Sophia. Perhaps you will be a subject one of these days.”

“Oh no, I am not a model, really…I am not that good looking…”

“No, you are wrong Sophia. You are very lovely, very beautiful, Sophia.”

She looked down modestly. “Thank you,” she said quietly, “but….”

I leaned forward and pulled her close to me and kissed her stomach. “But what Sophia?”

“I don’t feel beautiful, really. I always thought of sex and nudity as dirty…”

I kissed her again, this time on her full and lovely blonde bush. Her moisture was still there, and I tasted her on my lips.

“You are doing so well, Sophia.  Yes, you are a beautiful woman. Trust me, I know what is beautiful and what is not. And you are now beginning your transformation into an even more beautiful woman.”

She smiled, that shy smile again, but this time lacking the awkwardness. “Thank you, sir.”

I stood up and walked towards her. “And now, Sophia, as much as I would like to stay here and admire your beauty, it is time for us to go.” I bent down and picked up her clothes. “Here, my dear, it is time to get dressed.”

A confused look came over her face. “But…aren’t we…aren’t we going to….”

“No. Not here. Not today. This is only the first step in your transformation. This will take time. And you must trust me in all this. Patience is important. A full member of the Underground must be properly molded. A proper and important employee of mine must be properly trained. There is a process. A proven process. As much as I would enjoy having you right now, the time will come for such pleasures, but only when I think you are ready. It is not time yet for the fullness of your experiences.”

She bowed her head and pulled her panties up over her thighs. “I really do not understand, but I trust you, sir.”

I kissed her softly on her lips. “Yes, trust me, Sophia. Self-control and discipline are just as important in the Underground as unbridled passions. And right now, self-control and discipline are what are needed. Eventually you will understand all this.”

She finished dressing and I gathered some of the photographs and put them back in their folders and the attaché case. “Now, these works are a bit too advanced for you right now, as far as the business goes, but we will go back to the Blue room, and I want you to examine some more of those works, take some notes, a few photos, and write a report for me about what you think might be a good fit for upcoming auction, sales and trades, and what not. Have the report for me within three days.”

Sophia put her hair back in her ponytail and straightened out her skirt and blouse. “Yes, sir. I will do that immediately.”

“Good. And remember, Sophia, as far as the business, which is related to but separate from the Underground, and the two do overlap, but as far as the business, I expect perfection, and hard work, and if you do well, your compensation will be something you cannot even imagine right now. I take care of my best employees, and I see much promise in you.”

“Thank you, sir. I will not disappoint you again.”

We finished our work in the museum and began to walk towards the exit. I saw another hallway to the left, where there was an office. “Hold on a minute, Sophia, and meet me outside by the entrance. I will be back in a few minutes.”

“Yes sir.”

I walked over to the curator’s office. Gwen was sitting at her desk and when I entered, she looked up and smiled at me. I closed the door. She stood up.

“So, I see you have a new girl. How is she doing?”

“Good. She has much promise.”

“Yes, I can see. She is quite beautiful. But then again, you do love beautiful women, don’t you?” She walked over to me and put her arms around my shoulders. “Oh yes, I remember those days when you took me under your care. How wonderful, how exciting. How can I ever forget those days, or forget you? You taught me so many things, after all.” She kissed me. “Oh my, I see you have been a little naughty again. I can taste her on your lips.” She kissed me again.

“Yes, my dear. You know my appetites are insatiable. I love beautiful women.”

“Oh, you are such an overgrown boy, you know!”

“An overgrown boy who positioned you in this museum, giving you your dream job, a job that pays you seven figures.”

She kissed me again. “Yes, you can be a good boy too. In so many ways. I have learned so much from you.”

I laughed. “Yes, sometimes I have my moments.”

She reached down and felt me through my pants and, especially after what just transpired with Sophia, I quickly became quite hard. “And when this new girl…what is her name again…well…I really don’t care what her name is…when this new girl finally experiences this wonderful thing of yours inside her…” She squeezed it quite hard and looked up at me with a wicked smile. “ Well, let’s just say she will never be the same.”

I kissed her, a soft but passionate kiss. “No, she won’t.”

“Mmmmm…no she won’t…and this gets me thinking…and wanting….”

Qwen then lowered herself, onto her knees, and with one skilled and knowing motion, undid my pants, and took my member in her mouth, and pleasured me orally. She was quite skilled at this, as I had taught her how to perform such things with true artistic skill, and as she wrapped her lips around me, and kissed and licked and stroked and sucked, it did not take long before I exploded and filled her mouth with a massive load of my hot semen. She swallowed every drop, leaving no mess. Yes, Qwen was a skilled girl of mine.

She stood up and kissed me and I could taste myself in her mouth. “Well, sir, I think you need to go. Your new girl is waiting. I hope this relieved some of that tension.”

“Oh yes, dear, it did. For now.” I turned to leave the room. “But as you know, that will only be short lived. That kind of tension will soon return.”

I met Sophia at the entrance, the bright sun making her already light blonde hair that much lighter, this Sophia who was completely unaware of what had just happened, but soon, in good time, she would learn all these secret dealings of the Orange Underground. And she would never be the same as the shy and awkward girl who first entered my office just a few months ago.