The Wild West and Sex Slavery Ch. 05

Product Manager Bob walked Angela to her room, explaining the showers as he walked. "Angela, the customers on the Rising Sun are going to want you to have tidied up since the last customer, but water costs are very high. Water comes from the Gulf and has to be desalinated. The showers will only run for a short time. You need to just run the water quickly on your body, turn off the shower, lather up and turn on the water only long enough to rinse off. Your hair will be washed when necessary during your morning trip to the beauty shop."

"Morning trip to the beauty shop?"

"Yes, you will see your schedule on a display on the wall in your room. It will list who you are to see each day, when you have meals and when you go to the beauty shop, your exercize schedulue, and a few other things. Obviously, we can't allow any sharp items like scissors in your room, and we insist that everything be done as we choose and to our standards. Your hair, nails, shaving and all other grooming other than between customer tidying up must be done for you at one of the beauty shops.

"You are about as safe as a woman can be as there are guards watching you on video camera 24-7," Bob said exaggerating somewhat as the guards could not possibly focus that continuously on any woman, particularly with over 200 on the boat.

Angela could imagine why the Rising Sun did not want any sharp items in her room and immediately grasped the implications. I bet there's nothing to hang yourself with either, Angela thought, and she discovered that, indeed, there were no belts or anything else in the room like that when she got there. There were video cameras in a few strategic locations. Zoo animals get more privacy, she thought.

Angela thought her room was pretty enough. She had a large bed and even a pretty large window through which she could see the river through bullet-proof glass. There was no closet, only a place to hang a robe, but she had her own small toilet and shower. There was a T.V., but it only got FASUG sports channels and religious programs. As she'd been told would be the case, the only reading material in the room was a King James Bible.

She mentally prepared to receive her first customer, planning to give it all she had to please the customer first and then, if possible, herself. I mustn't think about pregnancy she thought. It's unlikely to happen for months but it's inevitable.

It turned out that the first guy was easy. The guy was thirty years older than Angela and 45 kg heavier, but she had no trouble getting him on the bed, getting him nice and hard, and getting his 4-inch penis into her pussy.

He played with her breasts while she rode him cowgirl style. Some women need some sort of fantasy to orgasm. Angela preferred just to feel her sensitive parts rubbed properly. She worked her pelvis against the man with her eyes closed, thinking about nothing except the feeling in her G-spot and clitoris. While semi-consciously babbling about how good the man made her feel, she built up, up, up, to where she was just short of her own climax and gently massaged the base of the man's cock and testes. This worked like a charm to produce simultaneous orgasms.

She told him he was fabulous. Showing insecurity, he suggested she'd probably have been happier if his penis was larger, but she answered that "it's not how deep you fish but how you wiggle the pole." Angela was surprised he'd not heard that line before but remembered he probably grew up and lived in a religious atmosphere where all talk of sex organs was frowned on.

They chatted for 20 minutes. He owned a chain of appliance stores in Mississippi and had paid $30,000.00 to have the honor of being the first man to screw her on the Rising Sun. Angela said she was honored and a very lucky girl to have such a nice, handsome, talented man to introduce her to her new home. She then got him hard enough, this time using her lips, and rode him to another orgasm.

As she dried off quickly after her quick shower, Angela thought it's ok, I can do this.

The next customer was a Free State Congressman from Oklahoma. She did it twice with him doggy style and had two orgasms herself.

Angela had no trouble falling asleep at 3:00 AM. She'd given her last ounce of energy to pleasing nine wealthy men. She'd be more ready for this sort of routine in a few weeks. She was pleased that she was so tired that she did not have to think about anything until 10:30 when she was to go to the breakfast room, work out in the exercise room, and report to the beauty parlor before seeing her first customer at noon.

In another part of the boat, a manager determined that Angela had made the Rising Sun Gaming Corporation over $120,000 even though she started later that day than the other 240 women on board. They had charged premium rates for her first day. She would entertain twelve customers on her first full day, but rates for having sex with her would probably be a bit lower in the future, especially after she started to show. Still, allowing time off for pregnancies, the Rising Sun will have paid off its investment in Angela's body in about three years. After that, it's all gravy, he thought. Also, her reputation would help bring customers to the Rising Sun to have sex with other women. Sex slavery is great, the manager mused as he closed his laptop and went to a boat with women he could afford to screw on a manager's salary.