Landmark Property

"My guy was not that much to look at but at least he wasn't hung like a horse. At least my jaw doesn't ache. Still, I think this will be easier than learning to lick pussy."

"I was an undergraduate at a woman's college." said Jill. "if you didn't learn to be gay until graduation day, school, was just tougher all around."

"Are you a lesbian, Jill?" asked Vivian.

"No, I like guys, it's just that I can swing easily with girls. I'm probably some degree of bi. That will come in handy in our immediate future."

"The most I ever did with a girl was practice kissing when I was an early teenager. Once I discovered boys, I stopped necking with girls," stated Marcia.

"Women are, in some ways easier to please." opined Jill. "Focus on the clit and take care in how you nibble the nipples and offer lots and lots of hugging and kisses. French them always."

"I wish I had your confidence." replied Vivian.

"I'll echo that." said Marcia.

"I'm just used to disarming people or enthralling them with my lectures." offered Jill. "We are performers now really. Actresses in a role. What do you think a geisha is anyway? Unlike the ones in Japan, we didn't choose this work, that does not mean that we can't enjoy it, maybe even more than they do."

Jill dawned a mischievous expression at this point and said slyly, "If either of you want to learn some pointers in Sapphic love, sneak over to my bunk after lights out."

Vivian flushed with embarrassment and Jill emitted a nervous laugh. Neither visited Jill that night in the communal bedroom.

Marcia found the subsequent two weeks surprisingly easy. It helped that Jerome had liked things kinky in the bedroom. It was not unusual for Marcia to suck off Jerome while dildos vibrated in her ass and pussy simultaneously. Marcia could always climax easily and Jerome loved nothing better than watching his sexy young wife in the throes of passion. Jerome was not the best as cunnilingus, but that was his only failing, aside of course from his potbellied form and bad skin. For the first time, Marcia wondered if she had made a mistake settling in with Jerome. Could she have been happier with a younger man? It was true that when she played with herself, her mind often focused upon the trim, fit, and muscular bodies of the young men at her gym. When married to Jerome, Marcia had convinced herself that she did not want children. But now, she suddenly longed for permanence. Even if she served her entire ten years, she would still be young enough to have children. Jerome's vasectomy had been a decade past when Marcia entered his life. But now, Jerome could, most likely, no longer provide for Marcia, and she wanted a fresh start in life. Landmark Industries had given her one. Not the fresh start Marcia would have selected for herself, but a new beginning nonetheless.

After a transitory moment of nausea, Marcia found lesbian sex far less onerous than she had imagined. Her first same-sex partner was a strawberry blonde who was a bit stocky but still very pretty. She spoke encouragingly to Marcia and explained what she wanted. Marcia fumbled a bit but recalled Jill's words. She parted the strawberry thatched pussy with her tongue and fingers and focused on the love knot behind the hood. The taste of the woman's salty intimacy was disconcerting at first but then quite satisfactory. Marcia allowed the anonymous woman to reciprocate and found that she really enjoyed the novel sensation of a female dining on her hairless pussy. Marcia came and brought her strawberry blonde partner to the same place before their encounter ended.

For Marcia, there was still nothing better that a firm, thick cock inside her but, women had their own pleasures. Early in the second week of instruction, she belatedly took Jill up on her offer and slid naked into the older woman's bed. Marcia found herself relaxing and enjoying Jill's passions more than just about anybody's including Jerome. Jill was attractive in a unique way. Recalling the earlier conversation, Marcia concluded that Jill really did look like a dirty librarian. Marcia imagined that if Jill were to be presented naked before a dozen people, at least nine of those folks would assign the profession of teacher or librarian to her. Marcia found Jill's body and personality equally alluring. Age gave Jill a fine sheen of beauty. Not to mention that she was whip smart and beyond witty. It was clear that many men and women would be quite desirous of Jill once geisha school concluded. Marcia was, however, smart enough to realize that passion she shared with the former economics professor was a complicated and transitory thing. Still, Marcia was never able to as fully release herself in any other woman's arms.

The days were twelve hours long, beginning at dawn and two hours of intense yoga and spinning. Before too many days had passed, Marcia utilized her experience as a fitness instructor to take charge of the classes. The Madame approved of Marcia's initiative and the work took time off of her sentence. Not much, of course, but if she applied herself, through this and other incentives she could return to the civilized world as much as three years earlier. The students would get one day off a week once they left the academy but until they graduated the most they could hope for was a half day on Sundays. There were classroom exercises in the art of negotiation and sealing the deal. Company compensation rates were drilled into their heads relentlessly. There was instruction on stripping and pole dancing, how to handle bachelor and bachelorette parties. It was a crash course in whoring. Marcia thought it better not to question why she seemed to excel so well in this new environment. Right on schedule, Marcia earned her yoga attire, her Japanese style school girl uniform, and her formal wear. Now all she needed to earn, her accessories.

While Jill had said many truisms about woman on woman love, Marcia still found it easier to relate to men and to please them. Just about every straight man on the planet found her attractive. Even those obsessed with blondes or redheads would not toss her out of bed. If they absolutely had to have a particular hair color, the company was said to provide first class wigs. Her first time screwing a guy while a student with a guy in Geisha Tech would always reside in Marcia's memory. He was a tall but not especially muscular African American. Quite handsome, Marcia thought herself lucky for drawing him in the lottery considering some of the flabby, out of shape, and slovenly men, the academy made use of.

As, the Madame explained, "If you think you are going to meet Adonises in this profession, you have been watching too many bad movies and reading too many trashy romance novels. Not that you won't meet such men from time to time, but ordinary, out of shape, and plain, are the rule, not the exception. Our volunteers are a scientifically selected cross-section of the male population of America. What that says about our country I care not to speculate. In any event, NO whining about our clientele."

In one of the private rooms of the mansion, Marcia teased off her first "customer's clothes, sucked his massive cock erect, guided him to the bed, and mounted him. This was the first man she had fucked since sliding on Jerome's ring six years previously. He felt very good indeed inside her. The presence of his throbbing maleness reaffirmed to Marcia that she had settled for too little in marrying Jerome. It was as though she possessed an itch that, until now, had never quite been satisfied. The handsome black man probed Marcia's asshole with the fingers of his free hand, causing Marcia to gasp and the TA's behind the false mirror to give Marcia the best grade of the day.

Before long, it was finals day. Marcia was placed in a private den with a two-way mirror. Three randomly selected men and two similarly selected women entered the room. Marcia's job was to turn them on, get each of them off and make each one come. She only had a narrow, but unknown to her, period of time to achieve all of these goals. The faster her time, without sacrificing quality, the higher her score. Cumulative class scores determined the final placement of the freshly minted courtesans.

Marcia performed a sultry striptease as she flirted with each person in turn. She had always liked flashing her boobs. In high school, Marcia liked nothing better than to corner nerds and hike up her blouse and bra. The expressions of their bespeckled, acne laden faces, as they gazed open-mouthed like stuck fish at her large boobs, always made Marcia smile. It was profitable as well, most of the boys were so grateful, they willingly shared their answers to the tests of all the toughest courses. Marcia had continued those shenanigans in college, with only a bit less success. Marcia proudly owned a college degree. She never considered how little she had worked for it though until she had been married several years and found intellectual questions from Jerome baffling. He never called her stupid but Marcia felt he was just being polite. Why her mind went where it did while Marcia teased down the short tartan skirt, revealing a black thong which accentuated the paleness of her skin, was not something Marcia was concerned about, her mind was on the clock.

Knowing time was of the essence, she chose to tackle all three guys at once. While the black guy had access to her pussy, the Hispanic guy lubricated her asshole and his own shaft. The Asian man straddled her face while Marcia sucked away at his manhood like a dynamo. The two women, turned on, made out while Marcia gang banged the guys. They came in this order. The Asian guy released a surprisingly large load which Marcia swallowed. She smiled broadly for a moment before she engaged in heavy necking with him. She also swapped kisses with the black man as he continued to fuck her. By now the black shaft buried in her pussy was beginning to hit pay dirt. Marcia gasped and screamed in authentic passion just ahead of the Cuban guy's creaming of her asshole. After catching her breath, Marcia exchanged several long passionate kisses with each guy before moving to the other bed and gesturing to the two ladies who had been enjoying each others company. Getting them out of their clothing quickly yet sexily was Marcia's greatest obstacle of the day.

After the women explored Marcia's body. She embraced each one in turn and kissed her way down their contrasting forms. Since it was psychically impossible for her to dine on both pussies at once, Marcia flattered one before she serviced the other. Marcia brought the younger blonde off first and then plunged into the older, brown-haired one's furred box. Marcia got them both off with plenty of time left on the clock. She wound down by letting the two women nibble her large breasts until the instructor entered the room.

At her debriefing, the impressed Madame told Marcia, "709-590-223, whatever you were doing with your life before coming here, you were wasting it. I've encountered few women who took to this work so expertly in so little time. When your sentence is over you should seriously consider returning here as an instructor or an evaluator. They make very good money!"

"Thank you, Ma'am that's a very nice offer but, at this point, I think I'll try my luck in the regular world when my sentence concludes. I will concede, however, that I have enjoyed this far more than I expected to. I never realized what a slut I am."

"You are NOT a slut, 709-590-223." shot back the Madame. "That word is meant to shame and dehumanize women. Rather, you are a woman more in touch with your sensuality and desire than most. Do we call great painters or professional dancers sluts? Not at all! You are every bit as professional as those folks. Our profession is as old as mankind and will still be practiced when every dancer and painter has been replaced by a robot. Every society attaches all kinds of unattractive labels to us, yet every one of those same societies makes use of us. You may have entered this field against your will but you are supremely adept at it. Just like the shy wallflower who halfheartedly accepts the arm of a stranger at a party and discovers a hidden talent for dance, or a young athlete who discovering she is better than everyone else in the neighborhood, you have just uncovered a new set of skills."

"I never looked at it that way, Ma'am" replied Marcia thoughtfully.

"Well, that is how you SHOULD look at things. How do you think I managed to become the woman I am with the power and wealth that I possess? Once upon a time, I could have been your blonde twin. You would not believe the powerful men and women I have met. Men you please today will recall you decades after they have forgotten their wives and their honeymoons; when the Grim Reaper is rapping at their door, their encounter with you will be their final thoughts. One of my female clients named her daughter after me. I've been mentioned in wills and anonymously in movies, novels and articles. Those things can happen to you as well, but you have to want it."

"But I'm still a number Madame."

"For your own protection 709-590-223. Imagine Landmark owning your name as well? This way, you have an identity and a life to return to. No one should be able to steal your name, no matter how much power they have or whatever "crime" you have committed."

That night, after lights out, Marcia again slid between the sheets with Jill. Thinking that she would soon be parted from the most fascinating and beautiful woman she had ever met, Marcia poured her heart into making love to Jill. Forcing herself to come quietly, she relaxed in Jill's arms and kissed her deeply. She tried to commit the taste of Jill's bald womanhood to memory as well as her aroma and enchanting face.

So long as their charges were quiet, the guards tended to look the other way. One or two of the guards were even involved with the odd student. Just above a whisper, Marcia informed Jill how much she meant to her. Jill was less sanguine.

"We've been thrown together because of fate and circumstance, Marcia. What we have we will leave at school, even is by some miracle we are assigned to the same brothel. We cannot afford to get emotionally entangled with ANYONE until our term of service is over. If we were in our old lives, you would be sleeping with your husband and I'd be involved with one of my lovers. There is a very nice man. He forced his way into the Landmark office to see me. He promised to wait for me. He's younger, impressionable, erudite, muscular, and a fantastic lay. It won't last, but I'll need a place to stay while I get back on my feet when my sentence ends. You owe Landmark, far more time than I do, Marcia. The time we had here should just remain a pleasant memory. Now, before we get in trouble, slip over to your own bunk."

Back in her bunk, Marcia understood that Jill was in every way correct. The truth still stung mightily.

Marcia took some of her grief over Jill's ending things the next morning at the fitness class. While always a tough taskmaster, this morning, she was a virtual martinet. Every woman was drenched in sweat and panting very heavily when the class buzzer sounded. There were more than a few grumbles. Marcia absorbed their complaints with a wry smile. After showers and breakfast, the girls got several rare hours free. The only responsibility of the class was dressing in their professional attire, little black dresses with black nylons, spiked heels and tiny thongs and wispy bras. The Madame and the TA's were closeted in an office hashing out the final grade of every graduate.

It was just past dinner time when the final class rank was announced. Jill had the top score of the class, Marcia was three points behind. Vivian did very well considering that she had been railroaded into Geisha Tech. Because of her high finish, Marcia was given a string of very authentic looking artificial pearls and a pair of gold hoops for her ears. Jill got those as well as a bracelet and tiara.

Vivian got the plumb assignment, Hawaii. Apparently, there was some quota system combined with the tastes of the many visiting Japanese and Chinese businessmen. To Marcia's delight both she and Jill were assigned to the Landmark brothel in Miami Beach. The Madame claimed that it was actually better than being assigned to Vegas or LA. Lastly, Marcia was given her working alias.

"709-590-223, from this point on you, shall be known as Helen Good." stated the Madame. "Study your bio carefully. It is for your protection. The men and women who avail themselves of your services from this day forward, have no business learning who you really are and where you are really from. You may, by chance, meet someone from your former life. Your alias gives BOTH of you "plausible deniability."

After a moment the Madame continued, "I have spoken to all of you privately and in depth. I feel that I have gotten to know all of you as though you were my own daughters. Please take the things I said to you in confidence to heart. This academy prides itself on finding places for former graduates, that is something for all of you to consider when their term of service concludes. In closing, may I offer the prayer most fit for our profession, "May the Goddess always provide patient and well hung Johns and succulent and kind Janes. May Her goodness rise to meet you so long as you toil under the red light of freedom, independence, beauty, and intelligence."

The following day, a Teaching Assistant and an armed guard from Geisha Tech accompanied Marcia and Jill to their final destination. It was a commercial air flight. Marcia reflected that everything she now "owned" fit into a very small carry on bag. Marcia had only a moment of discomfiture as their male civilian fellow passengers eyed, herself and Jill head to toe. The short skirts exposed the Landmark tattoo, even through the dark nylons, revealing both the profession and the status of Jill and Marcia.

From the Miami airport, a limo owned by Landmark ferried the four to the brothel which was the top three floors of an expensive, exclusive hotel. Virtually every guest of the hotel had no idea that a brothel operated above them. Landmark carefully selected the clientele and admission were by invitation only. Most of the customers were high rollers from the local casinos or well-connected out of town visitors. Some of Landmark's brothels were more blue collar. Few were as exclusive. Jill and Marcia were replacing a pair of women whose sentences had expired.

To both women's surprise, themes and expectations preceded them. In addition to her own nice room, Jill was given a playroom that looked like as either school room or a library. Jill found a closet of sexy, yet matronly, clothes waiting for her, including a nun's habit. Jill, who now used the alias of Carol Rosen, greeted her new attire and residence with bemusement.

"I suppose those horny college boys were far more correct than I would like to admit." said Jill as she emitted a long hard laugh.

"I never had the heart to tell you how right those young men were." responded Marcia with a giggle. Jill laughed a second time.

Marcia's private room was done up like a high school senior or freshman college girl's bedroom, heartthrob posters on the walls, stuffed animals, sports trophies, and a first class sound system. Marcia's pre-selected wardrobe consisted of cheerleader outfits, college girl fashions, and athletic wear. In her playroom, however, a large assortment of dildos and riding crops and even chastity cages. Marcia would have to fill several roles as she also now owned several slinky dresses and an array of attire that was as adult as it was sexy, mature woman. Marcia always knew that she appeared younger than the calendar claimed she was but she never imagined that she appeared THIS young. After a moment of upset, Marcia realized that her new identity allowed her to lose herself in a way one closer to her own personality would not. "If they expected me to be a housewife, could I return to being one once my service was over?" she thought abstractly. In the end, she realized that in this younger guise she would actually wield more power with her customers. "As fantasy material. I get to call the shots!" she happily thought.