The next afternoon, after another oiling from Marie, things were a little different. When they entered the common room, there was no announcement. Marie gave her a smile and a kiss on the forehead and walked away, leaving Sloan to her own devices.

 

She stood along the wall next to the door by which she had entered and just observed. There were fewer clients than last time, although why that would be she had no idea. She watched the other girls as they sashayed about. Sometimes one would stop by a man and talk. Sometimes that led to the pair leaving the room, other times the girl would continue on. Sometimes one of the clients would approach a girl, and a similar exchange would take place. There didn't seem to be much in the way of organization - the men seemed content to set at their tables eating a light meal served by slaves or drinking and talking to each other.

 

So intent was she on trying to figure out the logic of the room that she didn't notice the man who approached her from her side. She jumped when he spoke.

 

"You're the new girl, right? Jasmine?"

 

She turned and blinked at the man, remembering with belated nerves to smile. "Yes, sir."

 

The man laughed. It was a pleasant sound. He was short, just a couple inches taller than her, with a slight frame. "Well, I'd like to...do some things, if you don't mind."

 

"You're very polite." Her smile this time was mostly unfeigned.

 

"That's how my mother raised me. Shall we?" He motioned to the stairs.

 

Despite his gentle demeanor, it took all of Sloan's willpower to get her legs moving. She pushed herself off the wall and led the way up the stairs, remembering part way along the upper hallway to sway her hips. She stopped at the first open door she came to and looked back at him. "Is this room okay?"

 

 "Will you be in it? Then yes."

 

She blushed, smiling again, and stepped into the room. It was situated just like the one from the day before, and she tried to block out the memories that stirred as he entered and closed the door. She turned to him, nerves flaring, and this time her smile was forced.

 

He must have noticed, because he held out his hands and said, "It's okay, I know you're new at this. We'll just take it slow, okay?"

 

She nodded, biting her lip.

 

"That's good, that's cute," he said. "Guys will love that."

 

She blinked, and her smile became a little more genuine again.

 

"Here, let me help you. Start by taking of your clothes."

 

She blinked as her nerves jumped yet again, and gripped her dress, ready to yank it off.

 

"No," he forestalled her, laying a hand on one of hers. "Don't just yank it off. Do it slowly. Tease me. Undo the buttons first. Slowly."

 

She let the dress drop and looked down at the row of buttons on the front. She had assumed they were decorative, since the neckline was easily wide enough to fit over her head, but now she saw that they were, indeed, real. She reached down and plucked the first one open, then the next. She worked her way down the line, and each one opened more of a gap, exposed a little more of her breasts. She began to understand what he meant by teasing. She glanced at him - his eyes were fixed on her bosom, taking in the sight like a starving man. When the last button was undone, she shrugged the dress off her shoulders and let it slowly ride her arms so her breasts seemed to crest the hem like moons over the horizon.

 

The client caught his breath. "That was...very good. Now let it slide all the way off."

 

She did, releasing the fabric so it pooled to the ground under her feet. He nodded, sucking in the sight of her. She felt embarrassed and exposed, and her hands moved almost of their own volition to cover herself, but he shook his head.

 

"No. Unless you're with someone who wants the timid girl act, don't cover yourself. Stand proud. You are beautiful. Let them know that you know it."

 

She forced her hands to her side, though she felt awkward standing there in only her slight panties and heels.

 

"Now, step to me and undress me."

 

She swallowed and stepped over her dress and moved to him. She reached for his shirt and started to yank it up, but again he stopped her.

 

"Again, do it slowly. Tease me. Don't just grab the clothes - let your fingers touch my body. Give me a hint of what is to come."

 

She slowed down, eased his shirt upward, let her knuckles graze his warm, smooth skin as her hands moved upward. She found that she was breathing a little heavily as he lifted his arms and allowed her to pull the shirt off. Then he stood and she ran her fingers down his chest and the defined muscles of his belly. She heard him take a deep breath and watched goosebumps rise on his skin.

 

"Now the pants. Again, slowly."

 

She swallowed again and reached for the clasp of his pants. Her forearm brushed against the erection that strained against the linen, causing her to fumble with it, but finally she got the clap opened. She took a deep breath before she pushed down. The movement put her on her knees face to face...or head, or whatever, with his engorged penis. She found herself staring at it - longer than her forearm and quivering with need, it frightened her and drew her to it at the same time.

 

"Good." He stopped to swallow. "Now touch it. Gently. Get to know it."

 

She clenched her teeth and reached out, laid one finger on the back of it. To her surprise, it was soft. As soft as anything she had ever felt. She rubbed along its length, feeling the heat through the thin membrane of skin. She looked up to find the client had closed his eyes.

 

"That's it. Touch it everywhere. Don't be shy."

 

With growing confidence, she wrapped one hand around the shaft and stroked it with gentle movements, back, then forth. She was amused by the reaction of the client and the little hole at the end of the penis that expanded and retracted as she pushed or pulled at the skin. She ran her fingers up the bottom side of it, then reached out and touched his tightened sack. She felt him jump, and that made her smile more. She rubbed the sack with one hand and the penis with the other, rather enjoying the way it seemed to make him squirm.

 

"Now..." his voice sounded husky, and his breathing was ragged, "...your mouth."

 

After a moment's hesitation - the idea had never crossed her mind - she put her mouth over his penis. It could only go so far before triggering something in her that made her want to vomit, and she quickly backed away, gasping and swallowing to keep her dinner in.

 

"Don't worry, most people have that gag reflex. Just go as deep as you can. Use your hand to cover what your mouth can't reach."

 

She nodded and leaned forward, taking his penis in one hand and pausing just a moment before putting her mouth over it again. This time she was more careful, going as deep as she could until the reflex started to tickle her throat, then backing away. Her spit took away the softness of the penis' skin but made stroking it with her hand much easier. She experimented as she moved her mouth up and down the shaft by biting just a little. He grunted.

 

"Some clients will like teeth. Some won't. Be careful and very mindful."

 

She nodded with the penis still in her mouth.

 

"Look up while you're doing it. Most men like to see you looking up at them. It makes if feel more personal."

 

She looked up as she continued to stroke, and he met her eyes. His held that same hunger. After a few moments, he said, "That is good for now. Let's move to the next thing."

 

She removed her mouth and let go, and he held out a hand.

 

As he helped her stand, he said, "Sometimes all they'll want is a blow job. Just keep doing that until them come. Sometimes it won't taste very good, but you have to swallow every time. Sometimes they'll want to pull out and come on your face. I don't know why. I think it's a dominance thing. Remember to smile and thank them for it. It boosts their egos."

 

Sloan frowned as he took her hand and led her to the bed. "Who are you?"

 

He blinked at her. "What do you mean? I'm just a client who..."

 

"No you're not. A client wouldn't sound like a teacher. You work here, don't you?"

 

He paused, then grinned, looking unabashed. "Yeah, sorry. Marie told me you needed to learn how to pleasure a man before it we put you with a real client."

 

"But I was with a real client yesterday!"

 

"Well, yeah, but that was a special occasion. It's very rare to get a virgin to work here. A lot of men will pay big septims to be with one. And, since you were a virgin, the client wouldn't expect you to know how to do anything. Now they will."

 

"Okay. Thank you for teaching me."

 

He grinned again. "Believe me, it's my pleasure! I spend most of my time getting it up the ass. Which, don't get me wrong, is not bad - I rather enjoy it, except when I get more than four or five clients in a row who all want the same thing. Then it gets a little sore. But it is nice to be on this side for once!" His open face brought a genuine smile to Sloan's.

 

"Can you tell me your name?" "Sure! I'm Sebastian."

 

"Is...is that your real name?"

 

He frowned. "Real name? Why wouldn't it be?"

 

"Well, Marie introduced me as Jasmine yesterday, but my real name is Sloan."

 

"Ah, of course. Yes, Sebastian is my real name, although everyone just calls be Seb. My stage name is Percy."

 

"Nice you meet you, Seb."

 

"Again, the pleasure is all mine, Sloan! Are you ready to get back to work? We've still got a lot to go over."

 

As she nodded and moved with him to the bed, she felt, for the first time, hopeful about her new life.