Jane sat in the waiting room, feeling apprehensive.
She'd never tried anything like this before. Seeking sexual advice felt slightly out of her comfort zone. The price was a bit steep but she had heard they guaranteed good results.
Five minutes passed (which seemed more like thirty). A door in front of her opened and a smartly dressed woman came out, escorting another lady - who appeared to be somewhat flushed - out of the room.
"Well done, Sandra," the smartly dressed woman said to the other. "We'll see you next week."
Sandra's eyes caught Jane's gaze as she walked out, then the smartly dressed woman, in a grey skirt-suit and light blue low cut blouse, turned to Jane.
"Hi - Jane, is it? I'm Amanda Bertone and I'm your mentor for this session." She held out her hand and Jane shook it.
"Right! Are we ready?" she asked, brightly.
Jane inhaled.
"I think so!" She said in a slightly reserved manner.
Amanda turned. Her thick, dark, shoulder-length hair swung over her shoulder and she walked through the open door with a sexy swagger, her stilettos clicking against the tiled floor until they were silenced by a luxurious carpet inside.
Jane followed her into the room, observing the unusually thick, padded door as she went through.
"Soundproofing," said Amanda. "It's important for client privacy," she explained, closing the door behind them, turning a latch to lock it.
"Please, do have a seat," she said to Jane.
Jane sat in a comfortable chair and Amanda in another, a few feet away. The room was spacious, with a large mirror on one side and on the other, what appeared to be a double closet door. In the corner, a white medical screen. Amanda sat, cross-legged in front of Jane; her smooth shapely legs were finished in sheer stockings. She looked directly at Jane with her alluring, dark, Italian eyes.
"Right, let's get down to it," Amanda said directly. "What are you hoping to get out of the consultation?"
Jane cleared her throat and awkwardly began to explain.
"Well, you see, I'm ... unsure about some ... thing. About how to perform a certain ... act ... so that my husband can enjoy it as much as possible."
"I see," said Amanda. "And exactly what 'thing' are we talking about?" she asked with a smile. "Please, do speak frankly."
"Er, well, it's when I take his ... penis in, well my er ... "
"Mouth?" Amanda cut in.
Jane exhaled with relief, "Yes! Mouth. That's, yes ... what I wanted to say."
"I see," said Amanda. "That's very common. Oral sex guidance is something we are very good at in this company. You've come to the right place."
Jane felt more relaxed. The ice was broken now.
"Oh good. Great!" she said and continued, feeling more confident.
"Well, you see, I don't know if I'm doing it correctly. I think he likes it and he tells me he does, it's just that ... well, there's a problem at the ... end ..."
Amanda gestured with her hand for Jane to finish.
"... I haven't managed to make him, um ... make him ..."
"Make him orgasm," Amanda nodded. "You haven't given him an orgasm like that, or as it's more commonly known, you haven't made him come. I see. Well, this is nothing to worry about and I'm sure we can fix this for you," she said, smiling.
Jane blushed and looked to her feet.
"Now, first things first, I need you to sign a consent form, because obviously our methods contain some, shall we say, controversial techniques."
Jane looked excited, having now managed to get past the awkward introduction. She had hoped the instruction would be detailed and this sounded like just the thing. Amanda handed Jane a small booklet, with an awful lot of detailed text. Jane looked at the first page and began to read carefully.
Amanda waited a few moments, then, with an air of impatience said, "Don't worry about the general details, it's just a formality really. Just skip to the back and sign the form, then we can begin."
Jane flicked through several pages of legal-looking text and found the place to sign. She placed it on her lap and signed in black ink, then gave it back to Amanda, who put it on a desk behind her.
Amanda stood up and moved to perch on the edge of the desk. Her skirt rode up slightly revealing more of her toned thigh, stopping just as the darker fabric of the stocking top came into view. She swivelled a monitor around and illuminated it, then picked up a cell phone from beside it and began to control a presentation on the screen from an app.
Amanda began.
"We're going to look through some slides and discuss technique, language, eye contact and, of course, the finish. Once we're done with the theory, we'll move to the practical examination."
"Practical examination?" Jane asked. "How is that going to work?"
"We offer two levels of instruction. The basic and the advanced," Amanda explained. "The basic involves use of a very lifelike replica of a penis, which is soft and even warm to the touch. However, it doesn't really match up to the advanced option, which gives much better results."
"Which is?" Jane asked, curiously.
"We have a professional model who is willing to have his penis used by yourself, in order to guarantee that what you learn in the theory, actually works in practice. His genitalia will be fully trimmed and clean and, as a bonus, he's actually rather good looking."
Amanda smiled at the last part, giving a reassuring wink.
Jane looked concerned. "I think I had best go with the replica," she said swiftly.
Amanda spoke calmly, "It's quite alright, Jane. The form you signed takes care of all of this. It's fully confidential and you'll be breaking no marriage vows, as this is a fully licensed practice.
"Trust me," she went on, "Your husband will be very grateful you 'took one for the team', so to speak. The vast majority of our clients choose the advanced option and are very satisfied with the results."
Jane pondered on this. It did all seem very well organised and they must satisfy a lot of customers, so she felt it was worth taking a chance, given that she would receive guidance throughout.
Finally, Jane spoke.
"Alright. I'd like to go with the advanced option, if you're sure it's the best way to learn."
"Good. Excellent choice!" said Amanda, looking pleased to have convinced her.
Amanda began to work through the slides with Jane, who tried to remain composed, but viewing such explicit material with a near stranger felt a bit embarrassing and decidedly naughty. After fifteen or so minutes, they had explored quite a few methods in full pictorial detail.
"Tell me, Jane, which of these feels appealing to you? Which feels as though it will come most naturally?" asked Amanda.
Jane pretended to think for a moment then spoke, as if not to appear too eager.
"There was a sequence of slides just before the last. The woman was kneeling in front of the man and she had her hands on his bottom. He had his hands on her head."
"I see," said Amanda. "And you liked the element of control he had in this situation, I take it?"
"Yes," Jane replied, her cheeks becoming red - again.
"It's a classically submissive act to allow your man to use your mouth, at his pace and intensity," Amanda said. "This is a sensible choice for starting out, as it allows him to enjoy you as he likes. The benefit to you is that you can almost just sit back and relax, without the concern of getting it wrong.
"We'll see to it that the practical effort is along those lines," Amanda decided, then she continued, "Just a few more slides. We still need to cover the most important aspect - the orgasm."
Jane tried to look as serious as possible, even though she wanted to smirk. The next few slides were actual slow-motion clips. Jane watched as a variation of graphic, explosive climaxes left her feeling a tingling between her legs. She shifted in her chair.
"Now pay attention here, Jane," Amanda spoke seriously, "This scene is very relevant. Note how the woman manages to completely conceal his ejaculation in her mouth. This is actually quite hard to do and you need to prepare yourself for this moment. It can all end in quite a mess if you get this wrong and this might not be what your husband wants."
Jane watched as she saw the model's eyes widen in surprise, her throat bulge slightly. The huge phallus that was in her mouth juddered and the ballsack, just centimetres from her chin, contracted. Jane saw no evidence of sperm entering her mouth but looking at the movements in her throat, she could tell that the woman was swallowing something.
"Wow," said Jane. "That doesn't look easy." But as she watched, she couldn't help but feel she'd like to be the woman on the receiving end. Something about it, about being forced to finish in that way, excited her greatly. She was not sure why.
The presentation came to an end. Amanda stood up.
"Time to get changed," she said, "We can't risk you making a mess on your first try. You need to return home in those clothes and I think you'll want to avoid uncomfortable questions."
Jane took a deep breath and nodded in agreement.
Amanda handed her a glossy form, with some sample outfits to try. Jane looked up and down: nurse, maid, schoolgirl, secretary, police, nun and cheerleader. Some looked a bit too adventurous for Jane's taste, so she settled on secretary, which was not too far from her day to day look anyway. Perhaps a bit tighter looking on the model but otherwise the same.
"I'll try the secretary outfit," she said.
Amanda raised her eyebrow. She forced a wry smile, pouted her lips and spoke.
"Jane, I don't think you're being experimental enough. Let's be a bit more adventurous, shall we? Have another look and choose again."
Jane pretended to pause but had already decided. There was something about the cheerleader outfit that she felt would appeal to her husband.
"Alright, I'll choose the cheerleader, then," she said.
Amanda smiled, approvingly.
"Good. I think it'll suit you," said Amanda, who walked behind Jane's chair and opened a closet door.
Inside the walk-in closet were long rails of the clothes that she had just seen on the form. Amanda walked in and carefully selected the outfit; she appeared to have a good ability to estimate the right sizes. She came back and handed Jane the components of the outfit: a red, tight-fitting, short lycra dress with some bold white stripes and a pleated hem, some knee-high socks and white canvas shoes.
Amanda gestured to a screen at the side of the room.
"You can change over there. I suggest you also remove your bra and also your panties. Like I said earlier, there is a substantial risk of making a mess of both and we don't want that for you."
Jane, already feeling sensations between her thighs, understood what Amanda was referring to, so she took the clothing and went over to change. A few minutes passed and she returned, dressed in the outfit. Amanda guided her over to a large mirror on the other side of the room and stood behind her.
"There. Perfect. I think you look very sexy. Do you feel sexy?" she asked.
Jane paused, looked up and down and nodded in agreement. Jane's 34C bust stretched the fabric of the red dress and her slim waist accented the curves of her hips. The hem of the short dress rested at the very tops of her thighs.
"One extra touch though," said Amanda, "Let's put your hair in a ponytail. It completes the look but also will avoid any mess on your hair."
She raised her hands to Jane's head and gathered her wavy brown hair together, fastening it with a ribbon.
"Great. You're all set," Amanda said. "Are we ready for the instruction?"
"Yes. I think so," Jane replied, taking another deep breath.
Amanda walked across the room to another door in the wall which Jane had not really noticed until now. She opened it.
"Luca," she said, holding the door ajar, "Please join us now."
Jane froze as a bronzed, nearly naked figure entered the room. He had very short, dark hair and was just a touch over six feet tall. Jane tried to look at his face but his chiseled body pulled her eyes downwards, over his smooth, toned chest and abs, past his midriff, to a tight white towel around his hips.