Background

The Cal Verrona Gymnastics Club is a special club. Its members are young girls who are not good enough and do not exhibit the potential to become world class champion gymnasts. However, the Club does have a solid reputation for its graduates becoming starlets, high paid models, entering the glamor industries, or marrying into wealth. Families bring their young daughters here because of this reputation, although they are not permitted to attend all the gymnastics meets, only selected ones. The Club is run by the senior partner, Kay Maddox and coached by MIke Ward. Kay is 32, tall at 5' 10" and is quite beautiful. But she is also a business shark. She has built the club by catering to wealthy benefactors who provide quite a bit of money to the club in return for 'special services' by the gymnasts. Kay has establish the Special Team, a sub-group of the young teenage gymnasts who have been trained to provide these services. Kay sets up special gymnastics meets and benefactor parties which are used as benefactor orgies with the young Special Team members as willing, trained sex slaves.

The girls on the Special Team are brought onto the team through sexual awakening training of new prospective members by Mike, the Head Coach. At 6' 2" tall, Mike is a 35 year old former gymnast who was denied entrance to the best clubs because of his propensity for younger girls. After trying unsucessfully for several years to build his own club, he met Kay while she was coaching another team. After talking over dinner one night, and leading to a long, sexual private weekend, they concocted the Cal Verrona Club concept. Mike would select and provide the training and physical development of the girls while maintaining a legitimacy of the club by participating in general open meets, mostly to satisfy the parents, and Kay would establish the Specal Team, their activities, and coordinate and manage the closed group of special benefactors. Between the two they had built the Cal Verrona Gymnastics Club into a very profitable organization.

The benefactors come from all over the world. They are businessmen, inheiritors of wealth, movie and video makers, athletes, politicians, diplomats, CEOs, lawyers, and other professions, and comprise all walks of life. Both women and men are members of the group. Their principal interest lies in the sexual exploitation of young girls. But to enter this august group of benefactors, they realize that they must follow the rules laid down by Kay or risk full exposure to the world, as well as physical retribution. Kay has resources which delve deep into each benefactor's private lives and business condcut. She has had to apply these resources twice - once to a French diplomat, who now resides in a full care paraplegic medical facility in France, totally unable to speak or otherwise communicate; and to an Arab sub-prince, who was subsequently beheaded by his family. The members of the benefactor group have no misconceptions of what would happen if they did not 'toe the line'. They also realize that Kay is absolutely honest in her dealings with them - if any want out, they can get it at any time, but their records are stored for the Club's protection. Kay has not had to use these records yet. New benefactors are thoroughly investigated by Kay's resources prior to entry - and her resources reach deep. To a person, each new benefactors has been astonished at what kay has uncovered when their final interview occurs.

The girls of the Special Team range in age from thirteen to seventeen. They have been sworn to secrecy amongst themselves concerning all activities of the Club. They only talk amongst themselves of the rigors of their lives, their sexual experiences, and the Special Meets and the parties they attend. They are sexually active, having been trained by Mike in all aspects of providing submissive sex for the benefactors. They also fully understand the benefits of their participation on the Special Team -wealth, fame, fortune, and success in their later lives. In Mike's office is a Hall of Fame wall containing photographs of the Club's 'graduates', and all members of the Special Team will do anthing to get their picture on that wall. The girls also fully understand the ramifications if they try to expose the Club. No other girl will support them, fully deny any of the activities, and shun that girl. They also realize that Kay's resources will follow them into later life, and they will live in absolute misery for the rest of their lives. Prior to acceptance on the Special Team, each girl is shown pictures and videos of what happens to those who try to expose the Club. There are only three girls who have tried, but that is enough. One was killed in a fiery auto accident; a second was mauled by the big cats at the San Diego zoo; and the third was kidnapped off the street and is now a slave to the Bahrainain emirates.

The successful 'graduates' frequently return to the Club to help out with the special events, the girls' training, and, remembering their own experiences on the Special Team, to take part in the activities with the Special Team. Because their own sexual awakening happened here and they had experienced more sexually in the Club than they can currently get in their private lives, they use these visits to satisfy their own sexual desires. By returning, they also provide the current Special Team members solid evidence of the benefits of the Special Team. The young girls of the Special team eagerly look forward to these visits by the 'graduates'.

Chapter 1: First Day

Carla was excited. Her eyes swept around the huge gymnasium, seeing the many girls of the Cal Verrona Gymnastics Club going through their routines. Among the parallel bars, balance beam, floor exercise areas, vaults, scantily clad young girls were swirling, running, tumbling, jumping and balancing everywhere. There must have been about thirty of them, ranging from sixteen to about eighteen years old. Carla didn't notice that all the girls wore only bikini briefs and tight halter tops; she was only amazed that she was here - the premier and exclusive gymnastics club of Almeda.

Her parents had heard about the club from some friends at the exclusive Almeda Country Club. The gymnasts from here didn't make the Olympics or win international competitions; they did, however, have a very strong club, competing in special meets around the states, and a few overseas in exotic locations. In addition, those girls who graduated from the club at eighteen almost always went on to very lucrative lives -models, starlets, actresses, or finding some wealthy man to marry and live in very high society. This was the principal reason Carla was here. She knew she would never make the Olympics - she wasn't that good. And at 14, she didn't have that much time left and her folks wanted her to get the best advantage she could for later life.

The Cal Verrona Club appeared to be it.

However, it did seem a little strange to her parents that they would not be accompanying their daughter to all the meets, if she qualified for the Special Team. They understood only that the special meets were held to sharpen the girls' skills and prepare them for later life. The special meets were closed to the public, and attended only by wealthy gymnastic enthusiasts. However, there would be about eight meets they could attend during each year and that seemed to satisfy them.

Carla suddenly jumped at the hand placed on her shoulder, and turned around quickly. A tall, well muscled man in his mid- thirties, dressed in tight shorts and a tank top stood there, grinning.

"So, you must be Carla," he smiled broadly. At 6'2", he towered over her slight 5'2" frame. She smiled back and nodded. "Good. Glad to have you here, Carla. Let's go the office where we can get some information and examine your frame for the records. We have three other new girls here today, so you won't be alone." He draped his arm over her shoulder and drew her close as they walked over to the office. The windows were mirrored so one could not see in. Carla felt a bit anxious being so close to this stranger, but at the same time she felt his warmth, his strength, his confidence.

"By the way, my name is Mr Ward. You may call me Coach. Later, when you have earned the right, you may call me Mike...but not yet. All of our girls start at the bottom and have to work their way up to the top and, perhaps, to the Special Team. Privileges come with hard work, dedication. loyalty, discipline. And of course, performance. Do you understand this?" he asked. She looked up at him and said, "Uh, yes, OK. What kind of privileges do you mean?"

"We'll talk about those later, after you've been here for a while. The first one, though, is the privilege to call me Mike. Right now let's go inside the office, shall we?" He opened the door for her and Carla went in. He followed and silently locked the door.

"Sit over here on the edge of the desk, Carla, while I fire up the machine." He turned on the machine and Carla sat on the edge of the desk. Her short skirt rode over halfway up her thighs. "Ok, Carla, let's get some basic info into the computer. I've already got your name, address and phone number here. So how long have you been in gymnastics?"

"About three years", she answered as she looked around the room. 'Gosh', she thought, looking at the pictures of the beautiful young women on the wall. "Who are all these girls, Mr Ward?" she asked. Mike leaned back, his glance slowly working up her trim legs and thighs.

"These are all girls who have graduated from here, Carla. They were all members of the Special Team at one time or another. Eight of them are now famous international models, twelve are in films or video, ten have married very rich businessmen, and the rest have gone on to very lucrative careers. Maybe one day you'll be up there Carla. You're very pretty, you know."

Carla blushed a bit and said, "Gosh, do you really think so? I'll work very hard and do anything you say. Wow, look at them - they're beautiful." Mike grinned inwardly; he had heard the words he wanted to hear - 'I'll do anything ... '.

But he put on a stern face. "Maybe, Carla, maybe. We'll see. These girls gave their all for the Special Team and the Club. That's why we have such a nice facility, pretty good equipment, and can be exclusive. They were the ones our benefactors liked the most and paid handsomely to have them perform for them. But enough of that. More info." He turned back to the computer.

"Ok, let's see," he said looking her over. "Hair, black and short. Eyes, black and large. Hispanic, I presume?" Carla nodded.

"From Puerto Rico originally, although we've lived in the States almost all my life."

"OK. How about weight?"

"98 pounds at the last weighing", she answered.

"Hmmmm. We'll have to add about ten pounds to that. Measurements?" Carla flushed slightly, looking down at her young body. "Umm, 32-20-31. Kinda skinny, huh?"

"No, no, that's all right' we'll work on those during the training. If you work hard at it, we can boost them up to showgirl proportions."

"Really?"

"Yep. Ok, how old are you?"

"Fourteen - just a month ago." He smiled. "Good. You'll be with us a maximum of four years. You should have a good time - if you work hard and perform well."

She smiled, "Oh, yes, I will, I will!" Mike moved his hand to her knee and thigh and gave it little squeeze. "I'm sure you will, darling." His hand felt so warm and strong. Carla smiled back. "Now, for some personal questions, ones that your parents will never learn. Do you use drugs?" Shocked, she blurted "NO! Never!"

"OK, calm down. We have to ask these questions, Carla. We have had a few girls come here who did and had other hangups and problems that caused quite a stir. We are very exclusive and cannot afford to make any mistakes, understand?" Carla calmed down. "OK, I'm sorry."

"Good. Let's answer the remaining questions with just the same understanding. Are you still a virgin?"

"Yes", she said demurely.

"Have you started your period?" Blushing, she nodded. Inwardly, Mike smiled again - she's sexually ripe. "Fine, Carla. How do you feel about sex in general?" Carla started at this question. At 16, she had just begun getting 'the feelings' of arousal, but had not really thought much about it. "Uh, I don't really know, Mr. Ward. I guess it's something I'll have to learn about someday. Why?"

"Well, Carla, as a young girls grows, her body naturally responds to hormones and urges, and, unless she does something to help satisfy these urges, she can get quite frustrated and lose her concentration on what's important. Here, we have, umm, special sessions for the girls when they need it. Kay Maddox, our Special Team manager, whom you'll meet later, instructs her girls and provides outlets for them. However, she only works with the Special Team, or those girls who have promise for that team. As I said before, all those girls on the wall have been on the Special Team, sometimes come back to visit and help out Kay with the Special Team events. Anyway, Kay will be watching you and the other new girls to see if you may fit. If she likes youand thinks you have Special Team promise and potential, I would advise you to do especially well and follow her instructions explicitly. OK?"

Carla frowned inwardly, but nodded.

"Right. Now let's take a look at you and your physical condition. Please strip down to your briefs and I'll do a muscle tone check," he said matter-of-factly. Carla hesitated. "Down to my panties," she asked haltingly? "Right, Carla. I need to evaluate your bone structure, your muscle development, and body tone to see where we have to place emphasis on your training. I can tell right now we will have to work on your upper body - chest and shoulders - but I need to do a complete evaluation, OK?" Carla relaxed a bit. "I guess so. I might be nervous, though." "That's OK, almost all of the girls are at first. But they all relax afterward and find they enjoy it. I evaluate the girls regularly," Mike smiled.

Carla stood and dropped her short dress around her ankles and gingerly stepped out of it. Her panties were the standard child full briefs, white with little flowers and she felt a little embarrassed. Glancing up again at the photos on the wall, she suddenly felt a determination. She pulled her light sweater above her head and pulled it off. The warm air felt good on her chest. Draping the sweater over the chair, she looked back at Mike, leaning up against the desk with a warm smile on her. She took a breath, heaving her chest up, and unsnapped the front hooks of her bra. Slowly, she parted the cups and drew them back to the sides. Mike didn't change his expression, so she felt more comfortable and placed the bra on the sweater.

Mike had excellent self control. He knew from previous encounters not to show any threatening expression, to make himself seem totally clinical so the girls would feel comfortable and trusting. But inside, his heart started to pound stronger as he gazed with lust at this gorgeous young 16 year old, naked to the panties, standing in front of him. He was going to enjoy this and hope to help turn her over to Kay.

"Very gorgeous and svelte, Carla. I can see your Spanish heritage in your bone structure and skin tone." He moved to the chair and sat down. "OK, let's first see the muscles in action, and your coordination ability before I check the body mass. Lean your head back and stretch your arms out to the sides slowly and with grace, as if you were a bird, getting ready to fly. I want to see your lats and triceps stretch."

Carla leaned her head back, her slender smooth neck muscles straining slightly. With her palms down and her wrists bent, she lifted her arms slowly until they were about 45 degrees above her shoulders. Then she gracefully lifted her wrists in a flowing motion. Mike's eyes were glued to her budding young teenage breasts and her slender waist. He watched as their junior fullness eliminated any sag as her arms lifted them higher on her slender chest. Her small pink nipples began to stand out in the open air - and Carla's excitement as she showed her body to a strange, yet friendly man.

"Great, Carla, now move your arms as if you were now flying. Do it slowly and then follow my instructions." Carla began moving her arms up and down like she thought a bird might do. Her breasts also heaved up and down. Mike loved the sight. Watching her breasts, about the size of baseballs, firm yet soft with evenly distributed flesh, Mike felt the bulge begin in his pants.

"Faster, now, Carla, increase the speed evenly, until I tell you to stop. I have to see how the muscles react and flow," Mike said. That sounded logical to Carla so she began to slowly increase the simulated flapping, still with her head held back. She began to actually visualize she was a bird, an eagle she thought, her favorite. Mike watched, occasionally licking his lips, as her breasts rose and fell with her flapping. A few minutes of this and he could sense Carla might be questioning this procedure. Her tits are real nice, have a great deal of potential, he thought.

"OK, Carla, relax now." Carla, awakened out of her reverie, brought her arms down to her sides. She didn't even think about covering her chest. Mike noticed this.

"Quite lovely, Carla. Your artistic expression is almost as good as your muscles." Carla smiled back at him. "So? Arms OK?" Mike grinned, but had to play it right. "Pretty good Carla, but there are some improvements we will have to make. Come here, baby." Carla moved to stand in front of him. "Put your arms behind your head and I'll explain." She did quickly, looking down as he placed his strong hands on her hips. Softly, but without tickling her, he slowly swept his hands gently up her sides toward her breasts. His fingers probed gently, yet firmly, into the flesh of her body.

"Carla," he said gently, " these lower muscles along your sides will need to be tightened up a bit. They are just a little too loose. Feel this." He squeezed his fingers firmly around her waist, moving them upward, making circular motions. With her arms still behind her head, Carla felt a tingling sensation in her body as it responded to his touch. Moving up her flanks to her ribs, his thumbs barely rested below her breasts.

"Uh, huh," she said, not really understanding.

"And back here," he said softly, "we will need to firm these muscles up as well. If you don't, you will lose your figure as you get older and your boobs will sag. We will exercise these and make sure they develop evenly and firmly. Massage therapy will help as well."

Tucking his thumbs in, he moved his hands up her arms to the elbows, his fingers kneading the flesh. "The arms always need additional work, as you well know, but hey will need stretching as well, a lot of stretching." Carla nodded again.

"The combination of this concentration will help to keep your boobs high and firm as they grow." He moved his hands back down her arms and eased them around in front of her to cup her breasts. Carla shifted at this but didn't move her arms from behind her head. His hands felt good as his palms swept over her nipples while they moved in slow, lazy circles. Mike said softly, "Your boobs are nice and firm, Carla, and the skin tone is very smooth. However," he said, smiling, as he continued to massage them, "note that the lats that connect to your arms and back are small." His fingers traced the muscles from the sides of her boobs to her armpits.

"Feel that?" Carla, breathing a bit deeper and not really knowing why, nodded. "Good. Most women never pay attention to these muscles and that's why they have small boobs, or they sag down to their stomach. The truly beautiful women can keep their figures well into their forties and fifties. They also understand the need for breast massages and manipulation, a lot like this. Relax while I show you." Carla closed her eyes as Mike brought his hands once again once again to her junior breasts and began fondling them.

Carla couldn't understand the feelings in her body. Mike's hands were doing strange things to her. Her blood began to race through her body and she felt herself getting warmer. Mike's fingers began kneading the flesh of her chest, slowly, probing the breast mass, palms continuing to sweep over her erect pink nipples. Mike knew just how to manipulate a young girl's boobs and get her hot. That was his objective - to get her excited and hot - then stop and let her deal with the feelings. Then start again -elsewhere. He continued to massage her chest, squeezing more firmly and with a syncopating rhythm. Carla didn't resist; his hands felt so good on her chest. She was breathing deeper now as these new feelings swept over her. Then Mike, sensing her relaxation, quietly asked, "Does this exercise feel good to you, Carla? Would you like me to continue?" Eagerly, Carla nodded yes.

"Ok, Carla, but you must understand that we often use methods like this to build the figures of our girls - especially those on the Special Team. Would you like to join the Special Team, Carla," Mike asked softly, knowing already how she would respond. With her still closed, her breathing deep, and her body getting warmer with each passing, exciting moment, barely whispered, "Yes, oh yes. I would."

"Good answer, baby. However, you must also understand that our methods are designed to build beautiful bodies, like those on the wall. Some people outside would frown on our methods, so you must never tell anyone of them, not your parents, not your friends, not anybody but the other girls here. OK?" Carla nodded yes.

"I won't tell anyone, sir, on my honor. But please keep massaging my chest. It feels real good." Mike grinned up at her.

"Ok, Carla, let's get into this massage. You might feel a bit uncomfortable at times but believe me, your body will love it afterwards." Mike then applied more pressure with his hands and fingers, in rhythm, squeezing and massaging her breasts. His cock was now a raging hardon in his shorts. He would have to get one of the other girls to satisfy him after he finished 'examining' Carla. Maybe, he thought, 16 year old Tina would do him twice during lunch - for her lunch. She needed the practice anyway. Tina needed more practice in learning how to control her gagging and breathing. Kay would take her on the Special Team next year and Tina was trying so hard to be ready.

Mike now began to squeeze harder, knowing Carla was ready. Her first breast 'exercise' would set her up for Kay. He grasped each tightly and began rotating his wrists, twisting her full junior boobs. His fingers kept up a rhythmic squeezing as he twisted them harder. Carla whimpered.

"Hmmmmp." It felt so good, but there was a small hint of pain as he twisted. But the erotic feelings dominated her mind. She let him continue. Her crotch was getting damp, her virgin pussy throbbing. Carla was quickly delving into the depths of erotic feelings. Mike stopped twisting her breasts and went for the finish. Still gripping her boobs tight, he slid his fingers down to her nipples and began pinching them, twisting and rotating the sensitive pink end in his fingers and thumb.

Carla involuntarily went over the top. She shuddered as the small orgasm hit her. Her legs trembled and her shoulders shook.

"OOOHHHhhh, Yesss! YEESSS! Oh, GOD!" She felt a wetness in her cotton briefs as her clitoris throbbed with passion. Her arms, now tired, trembled behind her head and her fingers slipped. But she quickly regrasped them. Mike grinned. She was hooked. Time to reel her in. He abruptly stopped squeezing her breasts and sat back.

"Relax, now, Carla. Take a breather." Carla dropped her arms to her chest and tenderly began massaging her breasts. They felt a little sore, but they also felt really hot and good. She sat down on the edge of the desk, her chest heaving with deep breaths. "Gosh, Mr Ward, That felt so good. Something happened to me and I, uh, think I wet my pants. I'm so embarrassed."

"Yes, in a way you did, Carla, but not in the usual manner. I believe you had an orgasm. Didn't it feel real good," he smiled at her?

"An orgasm? I, uh, never heard of that. What does it mean?" she asked openly.

"When a woman is sexually ripe, baby, they respond to physical actions like I did for you. Their bodies get all excited, hormones race through their bodies, and they feel like they are exploding with a wonderful feeling. How did you like it?"

"I never felt that way before. Does that mean I'm becoming a woman, Mr. Ward?" "That's right, sweetheart. And a beautiful one at that. By the time you leave here, given that you work hard and follow our rules, you will be fully ready to meet the outside world, maybe be like the girls on the wall. And you will have many more experiences like this one, and many new exciting ones as well. What happened here today is only a small precursor to the future. But remember, this is a private, exclusive club. Our methods of training and our meets are private," Mike reminded her. Carla, grinned, "Don't worry, Mr. Ward, I won't let the club down. I can keep a secret, especially one as good as this."

"I know you can, Carla, but you will have to convince Ms. Maddox of that. She's a bit tougher than I am. Now, let's take a look at your legs, butt and hips, and your flexibility. We also have special exercises for them as well. Would you like to try some of them"? Carla smiled with excitement.

"Oh, yes, if they are anything like the chest 'exercises', I would definitely like to try them." Mike also grinned and stood up. He didn't try to hide the bulge in his shorts now. Carla glanced down at him and her heart raced. 'Wow', she thought, 'is he excited or what. I would like to see him naked, my first man.'

"What do you want me to do, Mr. Ward," she coyly asked, holding her arms behind her back and pushing her young chest froward. Mike smiled again. "Just do what I tell you, Carla, and we'll have this examination finished before you know it. I have two other new recruits to examine this afternoon after lunch. And I do really need to have my lunch period. Now, can you do the splits?" Carla smiled and nodded and slowly let her feet slide outwards, still keeping her hands behind her back.

Mike nodded, his eyes half-hooded. This was going to be great examination.

A half hour later, Mike led Carla from the office. She was all sweaty, and walked a bit wobbly but happy - and smiling. "Go change into your gym outfit, Carla, and take practice with Marilyn, the tall blonde over there," he said hugging her and pointing to a tall willowy woman leading a group of six young girls in stretching exercises. He winked at Marilyn who smiled back, knowing they had another charge. As Carla walked to the locker room, Mike gave a thumbs up to Marilyn. Marilyn nodded - they had a very promising candidate for the Special Team. She noticed the bulge in his shorts and grinned at him. Mike looked at his watch and then over at Marilyn's group of six young girls. He spotted Tina, fourth from the end, doing back bends in her light pink halter top and matching french-cut bikini briefs. Her slender athletic legs were spread wide as she supported herself. Mike then waved his right hand at Marilyn, raising four fingers. Marilyn turned to her group and spotted Tina. She nodded, swallowing a small bit of saliva in sympathy, and turned back to Mike. He raised both hands showing all ten digits then tapped his watch. Marilyn nodded again, understanding.

Tina, to Mike's office, in ten minutes.

'Carla must have responded well to her initial 'examination', she thought. Marilyn continued to put the girls through their paces -stretching, back bends, splits, waist twists, and situps. Carla had joined them and had on a deep purple halter top and bikini briefs. Marilyn felt her own blood race at the sight of Carla. 'She will be fun to train'. Standing up, she announced, "Take five girls. I want you to meet our newest member, Carla." All the girls greeted Carla and introduced themselves. "Now, remember the rules, girls. Carla is brand new and will need a few weeks to get acquainted with our club. OK?"

"OK, Ms Taylor," they chorused, glancing at each other and giggling. Two of the girls, Joy and Gina, looked over Carla with great interest.

"Tina, take an early lunch and see Mike in his office. He wants to give you some more training."

Tina turned her head and glanced over to Mike's office. She took in a deep breath in apprehension. But with her place on the Special Team coming up, she knew she needed more practice and eagerly nodded her pretty short brown haired head.

"Yes, Ms. Taylor. Do I have time to prepare?" Tina asked hopefully.

"Sorry, Tina, I'm afraid not. You'll have to go now. Have a nice lunch," Marilyn said softly, knowing what Tina's 'lunch' would be. Tina's shoulders slumped a little, then she squared them away.

"Ok, I understand." Tina turned and walked swiftly, bouncing on her toes, over to the office. The other girls smiled weakly in sympathy, realizing Tina didn't have enough time to go the bathroom, push her fingers in her throat, and throw up, clearing her stomach. But they all realized that Tina was due for the Special Team next year and had to learn what they all had learned -how to suck cock and not barf.

Then Marilyn turned back to the girls and said, "OK, break's over. Let's head for the mats for tumbling." The girls moved over to the other side of the gym, occasionally glancing back at Mike's office. Joy stroked her throat, Gina swallowed.

Later, just as the girls were finishing their lunch, Tina came into the lunchroom. She was breathing in small sobs, her eyes were wet at the corners, and there were a few wet, crusting white spots above her upper lip, on her neck and halter top. Carla was in the locker room, changing to go home. Marilyn came over to Tina and led her to a separate table. Putting her arms around her shoulders, she said softly.

"Just relax now, Tina. You're doing really well. He hasn't been asking too much for you lately so you should be happy. He must think your training is almost over so these sessions are just practice for you, right?" Tina gathered her resolve and nodded, wiped the corners of her dark blue eyes. At just five feet and 87 lbs, Tina sometimes questioned her own readiness. She sometimes thought of herself as not ready, as just a little girl who needs a year or two more. Kay and Mike, however, are both enthusiastic about her place on the Special Team. They both told her there are a good number of benefactors who will really help the club after Tina performs for them. That's why she has been putting in more time and practice.

"So, how was it?" Marilyn asked, curious. Tina swallowed. "Really, I guess OK. Mike had me suck him off twice without using my hands. I had to keep them behind my back during the whole thing. I had my top up and he pinched my nipples hard while I sucked him. Mike told me to expect that at the special meets. I couldn't take my mouth off his cock, either, after he blew off the first time. Although I swallowed as much cum as I could, there was still a sizeable amount left in my mouth as I sucked him off the second time. But," she brightened, "I didn't lose any, although it really filled my mouth and made my sucking more difficult. I'm glad I like the taste, because it really filled my sinuses." Tina sniffled, gathering the last vestiges of Mike's cum from her nostrils. "And I didn't barf this time when he held my head and slid his cock down my throat. I did gag a few times, and choked when he came the second time. That's why these wet spots are here. I couldn't hide them. OH, my," she said quickly, looking around. "Where's Carla. I can't let her see me like this."

"Don't worry about Carla. She's getting ready to go home, so I don't think you'll see her. Don't worry about the rules. You did fine. She won't know until it's her time. Now, tell me true," Marilyn asked firmly. "Did you take it all the way down and hold it there when he came?" Tina smiled weakly, but with pride. "Oh, yes, Ms. Taylor. This was the first time I could take his nine inch cock down my throat, all the way to his balls. My jaw really stretched wide but I did it! He took his hands off my head and I was able to keep down there all on my own. And," she smiled proudly, "I also deep throat fucked him for a full two minutes before he came. Mike was really in heaven. It felt funny but good, the throbbing in my neck." Tine pointed to just below her clavicle. "I think I got it down to here," she said perkily. "But the down side was, I gagged when he came in my throat and some of his cum blew out my nose. I hope Mike won't be too upset."

Marilyn hugged her tightly. "No, dear, Mike won't be upset. Some of our benefactors actually like that so don't worry. We only want to teach you girls the right way for your own protection. But remember, sometimes you will have difficulty. All of us have. The important thing is to make sure your men cum fully in your mouth, to see you enjoy it, and to swallow it down after swilling it around in your mouth. And, also," Marilyn whispered, "remember the secret: a man's cum is some of the best food you can get for your body. Very few women ever learn that secret and do not have a satisfying sex life. Yours will be great." Tina smiled back as Marilyn hugged her. "Yeah, that's right!"

Marilyn smiled. "Are you hungry, Tina?" Tina smiled back, "No, I don't believe so, Ms. Taylor. I had my lunch!" And they both giggled. "Go get cleaned up, Tina. Your parents will be here in half an hour."

Later that sfternoon, Mike had 'interviewd' two other new girls. Pat was a 16 year old with a nice developing body, and Ann, also a 16 year old with near ivory skin. Both had undergone the same physical evaluations that Carla went through. Mike also had to be serviced again, this time by 17 year old Linda's very tight cunt and mouth, and 16 year old Joy's ass and mouth. Both were already members of the Special Team, although Linda had yet to attend a Special Meet. Both, however, had performed superbly. Only Linda had choked when he blew off in her throat. Joy took it straight from her tight little ass without a flinch. Mike was thoroughly drained and would need a few days to recover.