Landmark Property

Once the sacred grounds of every woman had been denuded, all were freed from their bonds and marched to the other side of the room. A group of tattoo artists sat next to chairs. The matron practically purred with delight as she proclaimed, "ALL Landmark property is monogrammed,girls you will NOT be exceptions. The Landmark company crest and your new identification number WILL be tattooed on your right thigh. Memorize the number as you no longer have names. After this, we issue you clothing and then the assessment counselor will decide where you end up. I imagine the most fetching of you will be sent off to learn how to be high-end courtesans, the dumpy ones among you will probably get to know the workings of a floor mop intimately. Now march to the chair nearest you and submit to the needle."

Marcia tightened the towel about her and made her way to her assigned tattoo chair. To her relief, the tattoo artist was a woman, though younger than herself. The ink artist's arms bore full sleeves and geometric designs danced about her ankle. Marcia had always abhorred tattoos. She thought they made people look cheap and crass, although she had to admit they looked rather attractive on this young woman wielding the needle. The artist had a pleasant face as she gently lashed Marcia's thigh to a rigid frame. "This will help you keep your leg still while I work." stated the woman, "Believe me you don't want smudged art on your body, especially an advertisement."

Marcia bit her lip once the young woman began to work. It reminded Marcia of low-level bee stings. Despite herself, she watched fascinated as the Landmark logo began to appear on her flesh The interlocking stylized L and M surrounded by a shield In addition to the logo that Marcia had seen every day since she began frequenting their casino, a medium sized rectangle was inscribed within the shield. The young tattoo artist studied a tablet screen on her workbench and filled in the rectangle with the number 709-590-223, Marcia's inmate number.

The woman quickly finished, coated the new permanent adornment to Marcia's body with a cooling salve and placed a clear bandage over the tattoo. "Leave the bandage on for three days. If you are in the sun, put extra sunscreen on it and try not to gain a lot of weight." the woman said as guards approached her chair and compelled all of the newly minted inmates on to the next station. Marcia was forced to surrender her towel as she walked, her eyes drifting often to her thigh while her left hand stroked her hairless pussy. "Never thought I'd have a day like this!" she thought to herself. In the next room, she was handed a simple paper dress. Its skirt was pretty short but it did an excellent job of concealing her body from view. She was actually now MORE covered than she had been when she was arrested. A pair of uncomfortable paper granny panties were issued with the dress but no brassier. The dress closed in the front with five buttons made out of recycled material. Apparently, the dresses were recycled paper as well.

The next stop surprised all of the women. It looked just like any waiting room in the outside world. There were even fashion and beauty magazines to read while they were waiting. One by one the women were summoned in to the room beyond the lounge. When Marcia's turn came, she found herself face to face with a psychiatrist. She was an older, very pleasant woman who took Marcia's history, asked about her background and made her perform several intelligence tests. Then Marcia was led back out to waiting room. Marcia realized that she had had nothing to eat so far this day, she was ravenous. Her stomach growled and Marcia wondered when dinner time was, "Surely, they must feed us." said Marcia to one of her fellow inmates.

At long last, a matron appeared and read off three sets of numbers. With a start, Marcia realized that one of those called off was her own. She rose and fell in line between two other women. One was the pretty Asian woman whose shoes Marcia had admired in the morning, the other was a striking redheaded woman about a decade older than herself. The Matron said, "OK girls, now your get dinner and a cot for the night. Tomorrow the three of you are off to hooker high or as the company prefers to cal it, "courtesan college"!".

Dinner was actually pretty good, considering. It reminded Marcia of average chain restaurant food, it was filling, hot and reasonably tasty. After her meal, Marcia, and the two other future unwilling courtesans in training were placed in one cell, They were handed cheap little toothbrushes and toothpaste. In shifts over the combined sink and toilet, the three women prepared for bed.

"I sure as hell did not expect my day to end this way ." stated Marcia to her companions.

"I shouldn't even be here!" whined the Asian woman. My "boyfriend" had me sign some forms he said were a life insurance policy for me. How was I supposed to know that I had agreed to take on his entire debt load? I tried to argue my innocence, but all Landmark cares about is having a warm body they can exploit! Now I'm going to become some kind of high-end hooker for the next four years. The worst part? I found out, too late, that my boyfriend, the man I thought I loved, had done the same thing to two girls he was involved with before me! Men are slime!"

"I know what you mean," replied Marcia sympathetically. "I thought my husband was paying my bills. Instead he was, apparently, robbing his clients blind. If I had known that this was a possibility, I never would have gambled so much. Ten years! A decade of my life sucking the cocks of and being fucked by whatever pathetic losers use Landmark's brothels! There HAS to be some way out of this!"

The older woman joined the conversation at this point. "Unless you have the U. S. Cavalry on speed dial, we are sunk. Maybe we get time off for good behavior, like regular prisoners. Even a greedy slimy organization like Landmark has to have an incentives program. Remember they said they would deduct the cost of our jewelry from our time? Maybe they have something else to help cut our length of service. A company like Landmark must want fresh merchandise on a regular basis so they need to clear out all of the deadwood and long-termers."

"Do you really think so?" asked Marcia.

"They have to give us SOME goal to shoot for or we'd go out of our minds There HAS to be some carrot and stick to make us more or less willing. I'm sure not even bastards like Landmark would stoop to rape and brutality when they could use promises and rewards instead."

"That's brutal." gasped the Asian woman in the shared cell.

"Sorry, honey, I'm used to being blunt. I am, or rather, I was, a professor of economics at Cadwalader State University."

"An economics professor?" asked Marcia incredulously.

"Yeah, I know, sweetie, I'm supposed to know better. I have a weakness for poker. I've been on one long cold streak for over a year. I was so sure my luck would turn around. I bet big, everything I had in fact and more, against the house and lost to a royal flush! Landmark called in its debt, I gave them my house and my car, and my savings. Still, the bastards arrested me in the middle of a lecture and handcuffed me in front of my students."

"How horrible!" said Marcia.

"Yes, but at least when my four and a half years are over I will be able to get back on my feet academically with a monograph on the economics of the sex worker trade from the inside. I just hope I don't end up meeting some of the male undergrads from my school while I'm turning tricks. When they thought I was out of earshot, a group of them described me as, "prime MILF with a hint of slutty librarian." I should have flunked them all but, apparently, they were paying attention to other things as well, their answers to my written exam were some of the best in the entire class."

That caused Marcia to chuckle.

The Asian woman, whose name was Vivian, made a sound of disgust and asked, the professor and Marcia. "You mean you are just going to accept this? A huge corporation turning ordinary citizens into whores. We should fight for our rights!"

The Professor, whose first name was Jill, laughed and said. "Where have you been, honey? That boat sailed long ago. Whatever we were as a country is long gone, we sold our birthright to corporations who re-wrote the Constitution. The fires of rebellion were bought off and extinguished. It's amazing that we have any rights left at all. I'm NOT happy about ending up here but rebelling and chafing against the hands clasped about our necks will only result in our suffocation. Yes, a lot of it is going to suck! Still, it HAS to be better than sweeping floors or washing windows or slinging hash!"

Wherever the conversation was about to go was interrupted by the extinguishing of the lights and commands from the guards for silence. In their cell, Marcia and her companions slid into their bunks. Despite, or perhaps because of everything that had transpired that day, all three were soon fast asleep.

A noxious alarm woke them the next morning accompanied by the sound of guards beating on the cell bars with their nightsticks. Bleary eyed, Marcia, Jill, and Vivian each took a turn on the single commode in the cell and tried to make themselves as presentable as possible. Eventually, they joined the other confined women in a cafeteria where they ate a very simple breakfast. All ate in silence as the Matron threatened to knock around any inmate who spoke.

As soon as breakfast concluded, Marcia, Jill, and Vivian were taken aside, handcuffed, and marched to a room with reasonably comfortable couches where it became several hours of boring waiting. Eventually, nine more rather beautiful prisoners joined them. At last a matron dispelled the mystery.

"Listen up, sluts. Now that you are all gathered together. It's off to courtesan college. For all of you, that means a trip to another facility. In this case, deep in the heart of Texas. Once there, the instructors will explain what is expected of you. They will also detail our incentive program. Depending upon your length of service, and your willingness to work hard, you can take as much as two or more years off your sentence. To do that, however, you are all going to get real slutty. Landmark will provide you with a wardrobe, prophylactic injections, and three square meals a day. Some of the less endowed of you will also be getting mandatory breast implants. In any event, Line up by height, shortest to tallest. We will be ferrying you to the airport for your flight. Two weeks after tomorrow you will be assigned to one of Landmark's brothels, we have those in some really exciting and interesting places. A night on the town with a really rich John is not out of the realm of possibility in your futures, but you will all learn that when you reach Geisha Tech."

Marcia found herself in position eight as the women, hands cuffed in front of them, were marched out a side door. At the vestibule, a matron handed each exiting woman a pair of cheap beach thongs to tread across the hot macadam to the micro bus festooned with Landmark labels and advertisements. Marcia thought that the large ad reading, "Landmark Brothels Provide the Best Bang For Your Bucks." was in extremely poor taste, but somehow, not unexpected. Armed guards prevented the women from even thinking about trying to flee.

The day took its only positive turn when the dozen future courtesans reached the airport. They would be riding a corporate jet which had been forfeited by a high roller. Every one of the dozen prisoners found themselves in a seat that was beyond comfortable. A very pretty, very petite, red-haired stewardess wearing a miniskirt and a tight bodice, Landmark tattoo prominent on her right thigh, provided complementary cheese and crackers as well as sparkling cider which everyone wished was champagne or wine.

Marcia eavesdropped when one of her fellow future Landmark hookers quizzed the stewardess on her "job."

"It's not all that bad., considering. Yes, I have to blow the pilot and co-pilot before and after every flight and if some guy or gal pays for it, I have to meet them in a small room in plane's tail so that they can join the mile high club. Sometimes, I have to strip and work naked, but the travel is nice. I've seen a lot more of the country than I ever would have in my old life. The best part, instead of frequent flier miles, I get time shaved from my service, a little over two years and I can return to Arkansas! Landmark puts my tips and "earnings" in an account. If I budget carefully, and if I've done the math right, I'll be able to take up to four months to find a regular job. I'm told that real airlines like to hire former Landmark girls because we excel at customer service like nobody else. Flights like this are a complete lark."

Marcia never imagined that some women might consider what fate had in store for her as "liberating" even in small doses. She stared out the window and watched the patchwork quilt of America's fields and villages and cities march past. "When will I be seeing all of this as a free woman again?" Marcia asked herself before drifting off to a bit of blissful sleep.

The weather in Dallas was like a blast furnace, Shimmering waves of heat could be spied in every direction. The petite stewardess disappeared into the cockpit and the air conditioning in the cabin was turned off. Landmark guards lined the exit ramp as the women filed from the plane in the same order they had entered. A long hike delivered the women to another ad-festooned Landmark bus. The heat and humidity had the hair of every woman plastered to her face and the paper dresses became semi-transparent when exposed to severe perspiration. After a long drive, during which the air-condition in the bus was intermittent, the vehicle stopped outside a large mansion that reminded Marcia of an antebellum movie set. An inconspicuous sign read "Geisha Technical College - A Landmark Enterprises Institution."

Marcia and her companions were marched through the front doors to a large room, blissfully air-conditioned. The doors closed behind them and several guards removed the handcuffs from the "freshman class." A beautifully attired, striking looking, middle aged woman strode into the room.

"Hello, girls. I am the Madame in charge of this institution. You will ALWAYS refer to me as "Madame" or Ma'am". None of you will be addressed as anything other than your number. An alias will be given to you upon graduation IF you graduate. Believe me, girls, you DO NOT want to flunk out of this academy. The FIRST thing that happens if you flunk out is five years attached to your time of service and you will end up with the crappiest jobs on the planet. That could include landmine removal in Laos, nuclear clean up in spent reactors, or policing up road kill animal carcasses from busy highways. All of those would be a real waste for women such as yourselves and will play hell with your looks."

After a stunned gasp from the gathered women, the striking ash-blonde woman continued.

"Your goal from this moment on should be impressing me. I know you have lives that you are mourning, careers cut short, marriages interrupted, hobbies curtailed. I DID NOT cause those things to happen to you, so I will have no animosity pointed in my direction! What is ahead of you is two weeks of hard, embarrassing toil. Shame and pride are your enemies. From this day onward you need to be in constant touch with your sensual side. You will learn the finer points of fellatio, cunnilingus, anal, toys, strap-ons, domination, submission, and most importantly, negotiation. If some of you do not like sex, well that is just too damn bad!"

The Madame paused once more before continuing. "Now that I have your attention, I will also state that our incentives program is more than fair considering the debt load some of you have built up. We will go over it in detail in coming days but with diligent, enthusiastic service, you can take as much as three and half years off of your service. The longer your service the more time you can knock off. You folks here for year or two are not eligible for that service. While "working" for Landmark, you all will build up a small stipend. At best, it will be a few thousand dollars. Enough to get back on your feet in the civilian world, IF you are intelligent, thrifty, and, above all, kill the gambling bug that landed you here."

"This is a matriarchy, girls, and I am the queen bee. Like any hive, you have to earn everything. Today you will be issued simple silk robes. You are expected to work hard to earn your yoga outfits, your school uniforms, and your first set of working clothes. Based upon how well you apply yourselves, you could end up some place really nice like Vegas, Hollywood, or Miami Beach, smart asses end up in places like Detroit or, heaven forbid, Passaic, New Jersey."

"Now it's time for showers and to make yourself presentable. Then we will give you your initial grade on sucking cock since that is the service all of you will be expected to provide most often. Do a good job and you get a fine, balanced meal, slack off, you get bread and water. Follow me girls."

The Madame led them to a large shower room stocked with first class hair and skin products. Every paper dress went into a recycling bin and the women took leisurely showers. Once dry, each woman was handed a very short, lavender silk robe that tied with a silk sash. It felt terrific on the skin but exposed far more of them than even the brief paper dresses had. The women were marched into a large lounge. There were couches, a plasma screen TV and bowls of peanuts. Already in the room were a dozen other prisoners who had arrived from a different location. The Madam informed them that these twenty-four were the spring class. "Let's try to graduate everyone." she stated.

A buzzer hummed and twenty-four men of all sizes,races, and shapes strode into the room as well as uniformed women who were obviously instructors, each of them toting tablet computers. The Madame positively beamed as she declared, "Once one of these gentlemen selects you, girls, you WILL give then the most rousing blowjobs of their lives or at least of your life. Grading is on a scale from one to five, there is no curve."

A not unpleasant looking Hispanic man with a really bad haircut and a bit of a paunch tapped Marcia on the shoulder. Forcing the gorge back down her throat, Marcia led him to the nearest couch and opened his fly. The man's penis was moderately sized and uncut. He was instantly erect. Though not at all in the mood, Marcia tried to think happy thoughts as she tentatively licked, kissed, and stroked the stranger's manhood. Marcia tried silently humming as her head bopped up and down. One of the circling instructors filmed Marcia in action and ordered her to swallow but was otherwise unobtrusive. The guy had modest staying power. He grunted, Marcia choked down his bitter seed and opened her mouth to demonstrate to the TA that she had performed her duty.

"Excellent, 709-590-223." stated the Madame. "Some of you will discover that you are natural whores. That information will transform your lives, almost unquestionably for the better."

Marcia restored the man's equipment to his trousers and engaged in small talk with him in her bad college Spanish while she waited for the rest of the women to finish. Some of the guys had amazing stamina, or perhaps the courtesans in training had really bad technique. In any event, a comparatively short time later, Marcia found herself at a table with Jill and Vivian, dining on some first class chow.

"I'd never done a black guy before." stated Vivian.

"My guy had a really tiny penis. It felt like a pacifier in my mouth." averred Jill.