Free Subculture by Sarah Veitch

in Vitality’s rooms might be very different, much more unpredictable or otherwise adult.
    â€˜I think she’s been building up to this for days,’ Marie-Rose said, looking generally around the room. ‘She phoned yesterday to confirm when she’d be here, was still working flat out on another firm’s accounts. I guess she’s just full of sexual tension.’
    Michael nodded. ‘Last time she was here,’ he confirmed, ‘I was only halfway through spanking her when she came.’
    God, they were shameless. Lisa reached for the brandy bottle, then had second thoughts. ‘Can someone point me in the direction of the kitchen so that I can fetch myself a mineral water?’ she asked hesitantly.
    â€˜I’ll get it,’ Carmen said.
    The cook returned with the green glass bottle and Dania returned clutching a matt grey leather zipped packet at exactly the same time.
    â€˜Good girl. Now open the Pack and lay its contents on the carpet,’ Michael Landers said softly. Lisa could see the young accountant’s shoulders tensing as she squatted down and hastened to obey.
    Slowly Dania pulled the various items out. There was a cassette tape, a phial labelled Sensuous Massage Oil, a raw silk thigh-length nightie, and a dildo-style vibrator.
    â€˜Hand me the massage oil, then bend over your chair sideways, sweetheart, so that your bare bum’s facing me,’ Michael continued. ‘Come on, don’t be shy.’ Blushing, the twenty-four year old took hold of the phial, and handed it to him. Looked at the chair then looked back at him, eyes wide. ‘We’ve already seen your hot bottom squirming over Marie-Rose’s lap. Don’t have an attack of nerves at the prospect of me oiling your pussy,’ the doctor continued evenly. He turned to Lisa. ‘Young Dania’s been coming here for a week once every three years, yet she still goes all coy at the prospect of being publicly spanked.’
    He poured a little of the oil over his middle fingers, then gazed sternly down at the still-crouching girl. ‘Dania, love, don’t play hard to get. A few moments ago you were trying to prime your swollen clit by pushing your pretty legs together.’
    The girl’s face pinkened further. ‘Can’t prove it,’ she said defiantly. ‘I was just...’
    â€˜Just get yourself over the side of the chair right this minute,’ the doctor continued.
    â€˜What are you going to do to my body?’ she asked.
    Michael Landers smiled and rubbed his oiled fingerpads insinuatingly together. ‘I’m going to fondle your little sex bud in front of the rest of the staff.’
    God, was there no end to this? Lisa hastily drank her first glass of mineral water down. It failed to moisten her mouth or throat, did nothing to assuage the feeling of heat which burned inside her. In fact, she felt hot all over, and her thirty-four inch breasts felt rounder than they ever had before. Her nipples pushed against the jacket of her skirt suit. Her pubis felt self-consciously heavy and big.
    She swallowed hard as Michael again ordered Dania to bend over the chair. The twenty-four year old slowly obeyed him. When her lemon dress fluttered down to cover her nakedness, she hastily lifted it again, then went sideways over the wooden arms.
    â€˜Part your legs further, angel. And still further,’ the doctor said.
    â€˜Is this what you mean by a gynaecological exam?’ Lisa muttered. Jamilla, Carmen and Marie-Rose all opened their mouths a little in obvious shock at the sarcasm, and stared at her then at the doctor. Bakar the stables boy grinned.
    â€˜No, Lisa, I call this sexual release. Perhaps you should partake of it more often,’ Michael Landers said, quirking the eyebrow above one dark brown eye.
    â€˜I orgasm all the time,’ Lisa muttered, realising that the brandy had made her words slur slightly together.
    â€˜There’s orgasm