Dave Gets an Education Pt. 05

I still had the first floor to do. The windows downstairs were larger to allow more sunlight in. It would take longer to clean them and the view into the house would be better. As I went downstairs I saw what was happening. The sisters were actually stopping people who were walking down the sidewalk and inviting them to watch the show. By the time I was finished there were over 25 women watching. Most were college aged. Some were older and probably lived in the area.

When I was done I headed to the back of the house. I still had the windows to do back there. After a few minutes I heard the doorbell ring. I knew I had to answer it. Putting my cleaning supplies down, I went to the door.

"Hi, I'm Mrs. Saunders" the lady said not able to take her eyes off my pelvis. "Is Ruth home? I'd like to speak to her if she's available. I live next door but don't think we've met."

"No Ma'am" I replied. "My name is David and I have taken Marie's place as the mai... butler. Mrs. Baxter is in the library, I'll show you in."

She followed me to the library. She was an older lady. Not bad looking but a few extra pounds around the middle. She wore glasses and couldn't take her eyes off my butt.

"Excuse me" she said as I opened the door to the library. "What is that thing on your... your... penis?"

"It's a Kali's teeth chastity belt." I replied. "I have to wear it this week as punishment for masturbating without permission. Mrs. Baxter is in here."

Mrs. Baxter and Mrs. Saunders talked for a while. I had to fetch them some lemonade. When I returned they ended their conversation with a giggle, then resumed after I left. I knew they were talking about me.

The meeting that night was more manageable. I was able to remove the Kali's teeth and saw the numerous indentations it had caused. My cock was red and sore, but didn't look to be damaged. There were no guests present, just the girls, Mrs. Baxter and Hilda. I confessed the three episodes that my butt plug fell out and had to be reinserted and two other incidents where I had to repeat my daily assignments.

"Five demerits" Mrs. Baxter said. That is much better than last week. I think we can take care of those tonight. Remember, you also have to report to Megan on Monday to start your inspection of her dildo collection."

With that my cock started to rise. I tried to will it down but it wouldn't go. Being naked there was no way to hide what was happening. All the women were looking on. In a matter of a few seconds I was rock hard, probably the result of no sex for the past week.

"Megan" Mrs. Baxter said. "I think he likes the thought of inspecting your dildos. However, this is an unauthorized erection so get your penis whips ladies, help Dave be respectful; and Dave, that's 5 demerits, one for each of us."

That brought my weekly total to 10 and earned me 200 swats. 100 were administered that night and the remainder were administered on Friday.

Chapter 14 The Summer Class begins

The weekend went similar to the previous weekend. The only exception was that without the Kali's bracelet, my cock would get hard several times a day. Hilda offered to help me out Saturday night. By then I had already earned 3 demerits and penis whippings. Hilda's solution to keep me from having constant erections was to fuck me all night long. Most of the time she rode my cock, others were more of the standard male on top conventional sex. Once, she even let me fuck her ass.

I really let her have it in the ass, pumping her good for over 15 minutes. I exploded a huge load in her rectum. When done I was totally limp and exhausted.

"Dave" she was smiling. "You know you have to lick up your mess regardless of where it lands. Time to get busy."

I knew she must have had a reason for allowing me to do her in the ass. Sure, she seemed to enjoy it, but she also enjoyed my cleaning her afterwards. She had me start with her cunt. I had deposited several loads there. I was use to eating my own jism so that part didn't bother me a lot. Her ass was full of my semen as well as some of her own ass juice. It was disgusting and I nearly puked by the time I was done. It was nearly 4 am when I finished and Hilda wanted to snuggle for the rest of the night. I was trapped between her mammoth tits so I lay there and thought of all that had happened.

Sunday was uneventful. Hilda's plan had worked and I didn't receive any additional demerits. Jessica used my on Sunday night. I was still a little spent but able to bring her to several orgasms. She rode my cock for what seemed like hours and I ate her out until she screamed. I was afraid that she would wake up her mother and I would have to pay for that also.

Monday and Tuesday were uneventful. I did my assignments without problem and was still able to control my cock. Monday I started getting acquainted with Megan's toys. She started with her smallest dildos which I easily took both orally and anally. She was impressed and immediately moved on to something a little longer. Mrs. Baxter's training the previous week helped.

I realized Mrs. Baxter had a reason for delaying my training with Megan. She wanted to prepare me herself in a more controlled environment. I think she was afraid Megan would get carried away and do something unsafe. I appreciated Mrs. Baxter more every day. By the end of day on Tuesday I had used over half of Megan's dildos. Their size were now equal to those that Mrs. Baxter had used. I was about to enter "Virgin Territory" once again

Wednesday was June 1st. I was to start my summer class today. I had on my punishment uniform which consisted of black thong panties, my collar and shoes with 6" heels. I also had on my remote control chastity device complete with the penis plug and anal ball. The ball that was inserted into my ass was larger than the one that had been inserted previously. As I prepared to leave the house for class, Mrs. Baxter stopped me. She unlocked my shoes and told me to put on something more appropriate. She hugged me and reminded me to be careful of her sister.

"You know how cruel she can be." She said.

Class started at 8 am. There were 15 students. All were female except for me and one other. It was Jim, my former roommate. It was good to see him and we talked a little until Prof. Williams entered the room.

"It's good to see everyone here this morning" she said. "This is Business 434, an internship in business practices. It is worth a total of 8 credit hours. Six of those will be based on your performance at your assigned business. Two will be based upon the paper you will need to turn in at the end of the class. You will also turn in progress reports at the beginning of July and the beginning of August. The class will end August 30th which will give you a week until fall classes begin."

This all sounded pretty good to me. Eight credit hours meant that I could reduce my course load to 12 hours for both the fall and spring semesters. I would still qualify as a full time student, but I would have a lot more free time available.

Mrs. Baxter continued explaining the course. "I have prepared a folder for each of you. You can schedule your progress reports with me directly so there will be no formal classes after today. This is an independent learning program. You should be honored to be included as it is by invitation only. I will also be visiting with your site supervisors regularly help keep you on track. You will be paid minimum wage while performing your internship and will be expected to work at least 20 hours per week. Are there any questions?"

She handed out the folders. I walked with Jim out to the parking lot. He was a little hesitant to answer questions about what he had been up to since classes let out, but we joked and talked about our adventures over the past two years. We opened our packets. Mine said to report to 9116 Peppermint Springs Ave. and speak with Claire Winslow who was the owner of the business. Jim was to report to 4799 New Hope Way and speak with Stephanie Charles. Neither address looked familiar to us. We did think it unusual that the names of the businesses were not included. The folder also included the topic of our final paper. "Discuss the challenges that women face competing with men in today's society." Things were beginning to make sense to me but I wasn't sure where Jim fit in.

We looked at each other, both confused. We didn't say anything, just said our goodbyes and headed off to our respective addresses. I had never heard of Peppermint Springs Ave. I used my phone to google it It was across town in one of the upscale shopping centers. It took me about 30 minutes to get there. It was a little after 9 am. I read the sign above the door. It read Boutique le Femme. The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. I walked in and was greeted by a beautiful young woman who was about my age. It was Samantha and this was where she worked.

"Ah, hi Samantha." I said. "How have you been?"

She gave me an icy stare. It was obvious that she had not forgotten or forgiven me for my voyeurism.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "And I think Miss Stevens is more appropriate."

"I'm here to see Ms. Clare Winslow." I replied. "I'm supposed to do an internship here this summer for a class I'm taking. Prof. Williams set it up."

"I'm Mrs. Winslow." A dark haired older woman said as she approached me and Samantha. "My guess is you're Dave Robinson and Edna Williams sent you here. It's good to meet you. I see you already know Sam. Let's go into my office to talk for a bit then I will introduce you to the other employees."

The Boutique was in a two story building. The first floor was filled with clothing as you would expect to see in a Boutique. There was everything from casual attire to formal evening wear. I saw short dresses, long gowns, business attire and everything in between. There was even an area for footwear. It was definitely your one stop shop for the professional woman on the go. It was quite a large shop. The fitting area was not your typical cubical with a curtain that could be drawn to cover the door. There was a lounge with comfortable chairs and two sofas that could be used for patrons to wait while their shopping partners tried on their outfits.

Off of the lounge area were six individual dressing rooms, and to the left of the lounge area was the checkout area. It was obvious that the women who shopped here didn't stand in line to pay for their purchases. The staff waited on them hand and foot. There were several women in the lounge as I passed by. They were drinking coffee and gossiping and paid no attention to me.

I followed Mrs. Winslow up the stairs. At the top we turned towards the back of the store to what was apparently the administrative offices. There were several private offices, some cubicles which were set up as work areas and a conference room that could hold a dozen people. Towards the front of the store were some more dressing areas and smaller showrooms that lined both sides of the hallway.

We entered Ms. Winslow's office and she took a seat behind a large Mahogany desk. There were a couple of straight chairs facing the desk and I stood by them waiting to be invited to sit down.

"Edna told me about how polite you are" she began. "Please, sit down. Would you like coffee or something to drink?"

"No thank you" I said. "Ma'am, I'm a little confused as to why Prof. Williams sent me here to serve as an intern. I don't know anything about fashion."

Mrs. Winslow said. "Let me explain a little about my operation. I have customers who drive hundreds of miles to shop here. Do you know why that is, Dave? It's not because of the clothes I sell. Most of my wares can be bought in any Boutique across the country. I do have a few private labels that I sell that are exclusive, but most of what I offer is not something that is unique to this shop. The reason people come here is service. I cater to their needs, their wants and their desires. That is why my customers are loyal to me. They pay a premium price and expect premium service."

"That is a little unusual in today's business world.' I replied. "Your overhead must be incredible. Businesses today are trying to cut corners. The internet has made shopping so convenient that people don't go out shopping and everyone is looking for the best price. It's amazing that you can compete."

"That's a man's attitude." She said. "And maybe that's why Edna sent you here to me. She wants you to understand that there are other ways to be successful in today's society. You, as a man, are looking to cut costs and maximize profits while maintaining low costs. I, as a woman, am trying to maximize profits by providing service at any cost. I'm not selling clothing her. I'm pampering the customer. Giving them what they want and need, or at least think they need."

She continued. "My profit margin is three times that of the big box or chain stores. I don't try to compete with them because they can't provide what I provide. Service. If one of my customer's needs an evening gown for a party tonight, she can come here and purchase one. If it doesn't fit just right, I'll have it altered and delivered to her doorstep. If she decides tomorrow that she doesn't like it for whatever reason, she can return it for a full refund. It almost never happens, but my customers know that I offer those services and are willing to pay a few dollars more for it."

She explained that her customers were not the everyday housewives who shopped at the local shopping mall. Her customers were lawyers, doctors, politicians or their wives. They were women who expected to get what they want at any price. Money was secondary. Service was everything.

"I see what you mean." I said. "I understand the concept, and even understand how and why it works for you; but it isn't a business plan that would work for everyone."

"You are correct." she said. "But what business plan will work for everyone. Each individual must find their niche and exploit it. I was fortunate to have a financial backer who helped me get started when I finished college. I studied business and accounting and all the other BS that you are learning now; but my passion was fashion. I didn't get a degree in it, but I read everything I could, made some contacts and was able to open my own place."

"That's an interesting way to look at it." I said. "You're right when you say that a lot of what is taught in college is BS. Sometimes I think the professors in college lack the experience of living what they are trying to teach. They talk of the theory, but have never applied it to the real world."

"That's what I like about Edna" she continued. "She teaches real world which is why I participate in her internship project. The lady that financed me is her sister. She's my silent partner now and gets 25% of the profits. She lets me run the business the way I want. She has made a lot of money from her investment, but she uses that money to help others get started so I really don't mind. It's like I am helping someone else get started too, and I like that."

"Ruth Baxter is your partner?" I asked.

Things were falling into place now. I could see that Ruth Baxter's influence was one again at work. Between her sister and friends she was controlling my life more and more. I understood what Jessica had told me several weeks earlier was true. She had said that her mother could destroy me any time she wanted, and now I believed her.

Mrs. Winslow explained that she hired highly capable people to staff her store. She said keeping good people motivated is one of the most challenging aspects of management. Empowering the employee is one way to improve motivation. That is why all of her regular employees were assigned responsibilities and made department heads. Amy is in charge of advertising and marketing and Beth takes care of the books and payroll; Cindy is the personnel manager and Denise is in charge of display; Dawn is charge of purchasing and finally there was Robin who is in charge of customer service.

"All of these women are leaders and part of the management team." Mrs. Winslow said. "Part of their day is spent on the sales floor and the rest is spent managing their departments. They are more than sales associates. That is what keeps them motivated."

Mrs. Winslow had some part time employees as well. Most were college students who wanted to pick up extra money or take advantage of the huge employee discounts that Mrs. Winslow offered. In all, there were 6 additional girls, including Samantha and Lucy who worked part time and during the summer.

Mrs. Winslow said the intern program lasted for 12 weeks so she would assign me to each department head for a two week period. That way I would see all aspects of the business. She reminded me that manners were important and that all the women who shopped here were to be addressed as Madam or Ma'am. She indicated that she would like me to work every Tuesday and Friday and every other Saturday.

"Ma'am" I said. "I think I understand why Prof. Williams assigned me here, but I really don't know anything about ladies apparel. I'm not sure how helpful I'll be on the sales floor."

"Since you will always be working with one of my other sales associates" she said. "That shouldn't be a problem. I am sure they will find ways that you can assist customers. You can also help by stocking shelves, straightening merchandise, and answering the phone."

"Very well Ma'am" I said. "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"I'm sure there is" she said. "But it will all work itself out. Let's go meet the girls. I know you already know Sam."

I was to report for work on Friday at 8 am. I arrived home about 5 pm and went to my room to take off my clothes. I reported to Hilda to serve dinner. I was again naked except for my collar and high heel shoes.

Mrs. Baxter wanted to know where I had been all day. I told her I had an orientation for my internship at the Boutique le Femme.

"Claire Winslow?" she asked, "you're doing your internship with Claire Winslow? How appropriate. Maybe you can learn something about fashion while you are there. That might earn you some brownie points with the girls here. They all shop at Claire's because I let them charge everything to my corporate account so they get a huge discount. Hmmm, how funny, working for Claire Winslow."

"Yes ma'am." I said. "She wants me there every Tuesday and Friday and every other Saturday so I will need to modify my daily routine to accommodate my school schedule."

"Very well.' She said. "Get with Hilda and come up with something that is workable. I'll review it when you're done."

I went to the kitchen and had dinner with Hilda. We looked over my schedule and figured out a plan. My only free time would be on Sunday.

I had to report to Megan's room at 7pm for training. She was not alone when I arrived. Hilda and Mrs. Baxter were also there. Each had a dildo strapped around their waist. Each was larger than any I had taken before. I was bent over the end of the bed. Hilda was lying there holding her fake penis with both hands.

"Come on big boy." She said. "Suck on my cock. Make me wet so I can fuck you with it."

It seemed like her cock kept going and going as I stuck it in my mouth and tried to deep throat it. I was choking as I felt the lubed end of Megan's dong touch my anus. She hadn't bothered to stretch me first. This was going to be a cold blooded rape of my asshole.

"Go ahead Megan." Mrs. Baxter said. "Pretend its Lucy and ram it home."

Evidently Mrs. Baxter had put 2 and 2 together the other night and knew it was Megan who had been in the room with Samantha and Lucy. Megan didn't have to be told twice and with a violent thrust pushed her cock half way into my ass. She withdrew slightly then pushed again until it was all the way in. I could feel her balls against my asshole. The thrust forced me to impale my mouth on Hilda's cock. I was split in two. My mouth and ass were both full of cock, and a third one was waiting its turn.