The Bernheim Academy Project
Chapter Three
Kerry awoke, in a bed and a room she did not recognise. Maybe twenty-five feet square, it was larger than her own. A chaise at the foot of the bed. Dressing table with chair against the wall opposite. A large TV, maybe fifty inches, was up on the wall in the corner to her right. She noticed a door, slightly ajar to its left where she could just make out a shower cubicle visible through it. A phone rang. It was her work phone on the bedside table beside her. She then noticed the door now near the corner to her left. She picked up the still ringing device, pressed the answer button and put it to her ear. “Good morning, Kerry” said the voice, Crystale’s voice. “Good morning Crystale,” she responded. “I trust you slept well after your induction yesterday evening,” Crystale asked. And she started to remember. Once she’d left Crystale’s office with a woman, whose name she’d forgotten, or had she been told, she was led to a room to sit before a screen and have earphones placed on her head. She remembered learning of the history of the Academy, the images, names and roles of certain staff members, but more importantly, what her role as a service assistant here entailed. She remembered the intense pleasure between her legs this gave her, being instructed by way of various video clips as to what she would need do, and she was sure she’d come by the time this had finished. She couldn’t remember how and when induction had stopped, nor how she had come to be lying in that bed right now, naked. “Yes, I did, Crystale,” she answered, “Thank you,” she was sure to add. “Have a shower, or bath. Refresh yourself, and make your way to the green room by nine-thirty” Crystale told her. “Yes, Crystale,” she responded. “Your uniform is on hanger one in the wardrobe, understood?” Crystale told her. She now focused on the large wardrobe in the corner opposite the door. “Yes, Crystale. I understand,” she responded. “Davina will meet you there and show you where and with who your first service appointment is. Understood?” “Yes, Crystale. I understand,” Kerry again responded. The call then ended.
Kerry left her room with a feeling of anticipation. Her first service appointment. Who would it be with, she wondered? The uniform made her feel good. Horny in fact. Black stockings underneath a tight fitting black skirt. A deep red blouse over a black bra housing tits she was very proud of. Keen to show them as well, she was, to whoever wanted to see them, to touch them, to suck on the nipples already aroused. But no panties. There weren’t any in the room as it was, but she’d learned that panties were pas acceptable here, as the French would say. She knew where the green room was. That’s induction for you. As she made her way in the right direction she saw a student in uniform walking towards her. Not likely one of the youngest there, but handsome. Actually, quite fuckable, Kerry decided. As their paths took them within feet of each other he extended his right hand offering to shake. “Good morning, Kerry,” he said. “Good morning sir,” she replied as their hands clasped each other. “I’d learned of your joining the staff here only this morning,” he said, “And they’re right. You are a beautiful woman, indeed. And fifty-two? Surely not?” he asked. “Yes, sir. Fifty-two,” she proudly responded. “Nice tits as well,” he added, “May I” he said as both his hands moved up to take hold of them through the blouse. “Yes, of course, sir,” she responded, and felt a warmth immediately developing between her legs as he began to squeeze. “Yes, very nice,” he said again as he let go. “I will ask for you as soon as I can, but third-years have preference, so it may be a while before they tire of you. Have a good day now,” he said as he turned to walk off. Kerry adjusted herself before setting off for the green room again.
Davina was in the green room when Kerry arrived. About forty. Brunette. Slightly taller than Kerry, and with a figure to die for. Whilst she wore a black skirt and short-heeled shoes as Kerry was too, her blouse was instead a deep blue. With matching blue lipstick and eye shadow as well, Kerry knew that there was competition here for recognition. But she never minded a challenge. “Good morning Kerry,” Davina said, and Kerry reciprocated. “We’re off straight away to the Leisure Lounge. First call of the morning,” Davina told her. “Jared has asked to see you. Always has to be first in. Both ways. There’s a sort of pecking order everywhere, don’t you find?” Davina asked. “Yes, I guess so,” Kerry answered.
The Leisure Lounge was only a minute away, and as they entered Kerry understood why such a name. Relaxing chairs, massaging chairs as well, she could see. A drinks bar in the corner. Sixty-inch TV on the wall. Pool table. And settees. Two of them. Four-seaters. Kerry quickly looked around. There were four young men wearing white robes, all looking in her direction. One of the men made his way towards Davina and Kerry. “Good morning Dav,” he said. This must be Jared, Kerry thought. “Good morning sir,” she responded. “So, this is Kerry,” he enquired, looking directly into Kerry’s eyes, and with a smile. “Yes, sir,” Kerry responded, and added “A pleasure to meet you.” “I hope so,” he replied, with more like a grin this time. “Let’s sit down on the settee for a few minutes,” he suggested, then looking towards Davina said “You’re with Fitz aren’t you?” “Yes, sir, I am,” she replied, and walked in the direction of one of the other young men there who had begun to smile at her. “Sit,” Jared said as they arrived at the settee, “Beside me” he added as he sat down, and Kerry did. “Well, Kerry. Fifty-two eh?” “Yes, sir,” she responded. “No way,” he said, “More like forty-two,” he insisted. Kerry just smiled. Having been turned towards her he now moved side-on to her, and parted his robe completely to expose his very fit, naked ripped body. She could see that he was already partially aroused. Young men, she thought. What is it with them being in almost perpetual arousal? “ I like a gentle stroke first, Kerry,” he said as he looked away from her down towards what must have been by now about eight inches of a semi hard-on, “And look at me when you’re doing it.” “Yes sir,” she said as she took his cock in her right hand, and began to gently stroke as she’d been told to. It grew quickly. By now about nine inches tall, and oh so very hard. She wanted it in her mouth. She was literally salivating at the thought, much like Pavlov’s dogs had done at the sound of a bell. Maybe she would be fucked like a dog, she thought. Yes please. And between her legs, she was already almost on fire. She looked at him as she’d been told to. “Finger yourself whilst you’re doing it,” he told her, and if she couldn’t have inside her what was in her hand there right away, she was relieved she could put something else. Oh for that dildo Crystale had passed her yesterday evening. Now she remembered how she’d fucked herself so hard with it, coming at least three times and leaving a wet stain the size of a large plate on the settee. How she could do with that right now, but if it’s to be just her fingers, then so be it. She had to change hands to more readily gain access to between her legs. Pulling the sides of her skirt up she needed to, as she continued to stroke, and look at him as she’d been told to, she then thrust two fingers inside herself. Rubbing her clit with her thumb as she buried them in as far as they would go, she came immediately. Her eyes closed as she did. Her pelvis arched, and she fell back on the settee, releasing her grip from his cock as she then grasped her right hand with the left and pushed whilst still fingering her hole, as if this increased in any way the force being applied. She came again, but before being able to come down from the height of ecstasy she was now in, he said “Stand up. Turn round and bend over. Support yourself with your hands on the settee.” And she did, pulling the skirt up as she rose up and turned. “Quickly. Please sir,” she said, and to her immense relief he did indeed enter where she was so wet, and quickly, as she’d wanted, needed. Big enough for her to feel virtually filled right up in there, he began thrusting. Hard. She needed it hard. She wanted to rub her clit but knew that if she raised a supporting hand from the settee then the force of his thrusting would push her over, so she didn’t. Then it left her. Disappointed as she was, she felt a little pressure then pushing at her arse cheeks at about where her other hole was. She could then feel it was at that entrance. It was just as well, she thought, that she’d lubricated that particular entry point before leaving the bedroom that morning. She didn’t know why she had, she just had. As it pushed in, there was natural resistance, but not for long before it passed a certain muscle now gripping it, and then there was that hard, powerful thrusting again. She’d had no idea that she could orgasm in this way, but she did. Coming with a feeling of ecstatic release quite different from it happening another way. She screamed. Then again, and again, in tune with the thrusts, then he said “When I tell you, turn round and get on your knees with your mouth open, understood?” “Yes, sir,” she responded. “Now” he shouted as she felt him leaving her arse this time. She turned and was down in an instant, mouth open as directed. She could see it moving quickly towards that third service hole she possessed, and when it entered her mouth she enveloped her lips around it. The cum she was suddenly desperate to swallow hit the back of her throat immediately. Three, four, maybe five spurts. All passing down her throat as she began sucking the large, thick and very hard pole now in her mouth. She wanted to take hold of it to coax some more out of it, but he beat her to it. Pulling on it as he pulled it out, he then tapped her lips with it. She made to wrap her lips around it again when he said “Tongue. Out.” She let her tongue hang out of her mouth as he tapped it with the end of his oh-so-big cock. So big. He pulled away, looking down at her as she did up to him. “Thank you, sir,” she said. He said nothing. Did up his robe and turned to walk towards the door. “Aaargh, aaargh,” Kerry heard from Davina’s direction. She turned to see Davina bent over with her hands up against the wall supporting herself whilst being fucked from behind. The young man doing so turned towards Kerry and said “Here Kerry. Quickly.” Kerry moved quickly, as she’d been told to. “On your knees. Here. Beside me,” he said. “Open your mouth,” he told her as she arrived. She didn’t know what hole it had come from, and actually didn’t care, but as her mouth again filled with cum she felt an immense sense of satisfaction. As she swallowed she thought to herself, I love it. I just love being a Service Assistant. Can there be a better job, a purpose, anywhere?