Climax: Volume 1

by Ella Ford

  Jenny realised that she was staring at the girl’s tits, and forced herself to focus. How can I not be satisfied after last night? she thought to herself. “I’m here to see Principal Stafford,” she finally said.

  Ruth grinned, presumably not unfamiliar with admiring glances. “Go right in Jenny, he’s expecting you.”

  Jenny thanked her and walked to the door. Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she could feel Ruth’s eyes looking her up and down as she walked away. Reaching the door, she knocked lightly and pushed her way in.

  Principal Stafford’s office was large and bright. One wall was given over entirely to three huge, gothic windows, their frosted glass providing light but no view of the outside. The remaining walls were populated from floor to high ceiling with books. Endless rows of tomes, both ancient and modern. Jenny tried to discern the names of some of the books, but the titles were unfamiliar to her. Principal Stafford sat at his desk in front of one of the book covered walls. A vast and ornate mahogany surface, covered in yet more books and endless stacks of papers. He looked up as she entered and motioned for her to sit on one of the two comfy looking chairs in front of his desk.

  “Ah, Jenny Jones, please, do sit down. Can I have Ruth bring you a coffee or a tea perhaps?”

  “Th-thank you, I’d love a coffee,” she managed to say, utterly intimidated by this musty room and the imposing figure of the principal, still a towering presence even while seated at the enormous desk. She sat down demurely and crossed her legs.

  Stafford pushed his intercom button and spoke, “Ruth, would you bring in two coffees please. Thank you.”

  “Yes, Principal, right away,” replied Ruth from the other room.

  Principal Stafford leaned forward, crossed his fingers under his chin and sighed deeply. He studied her intently, his piercing gaze causing her to flush uncontrollably. Jenny shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable, hoping he would speak. He finally did.

  “I want to talk about yesterday,” he said and she opened her mouth to defend herself. He shushed her quiet and continued. “It may seem like a terribly cruel thing to do to you, but it is essential that SubAir selects a particular kind of girl to crew our planes. Our hostesses must be sensual, willing and entirely obedient, because at thirty five thousand feet, there won’t be room for reluctance. Our passengers are among the most powerful men and women in the world, and they will not stand for anything other than total submission. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she responded, nodding.

  “As such, our girls must have their obedience tested from the very first moment they enroll in SubAir Academy and failure to be anything other than totally willing must result in expulsion.” Jenny felt her shoulders sink as she realised what was coming next.

  “Please sir,” she implored, “It was my first day, I’m not sure what came over me, I just froze up with everyone looking at me. Please, you have to give me another chance. All I ever wanted was to be a SubAir hostess!”

  Stafford stood and walked around to where she sat, leaning back against the edge of the desk and folding his thick arms in front of him. “I’m afraid it’s not that simple Jenny. The conduct rules at SubAir are quite clear. Our students must be capable and willing to submit to our clients, to do whatever is asked of them, regardless of the circumstances. They are required to perform in intimate surroundings or in full view of the entire plane. We cannot risk you freezing like that.”

  Jenny felt tears welling in her eyes. There was a light knock at the door, and Ruth entered, carrying a tray with two coffees on it. Jenny saw the girl enter and an idea suddenly occurred to her.

  She straightened her back, wiped the tears from her cheeks and spoke once again. “Sir, I believe I can be everything required of a SubAir hostess and I want you to give me one final chance to prove it.”

  Stafford looked on, skeptical but intrigued by her change in demeanour. “Very well Miss Jones, you have my attention.”

  Jenny smiled, “Thank you sir,” she turned her attention to Ruth, “Ruth, would you be so kind as to sit down here please?”

  Ruth looked at Stafford, not sure what was happening. Stafford nodded, and Ruth moved to sit on the chair beside Jenny. Jenny smiled at the girl and patted her knee. She turned back to Stafford and rose to stand. Without waiting for him to respond, she dropped to her knees before him.

  “Sir, how may I satisfy you?” she asked, head bowed in submission, her arms crossed behind her back.

  Stafford raised an eyebrow, “My dear, I’m not sure what this is intended to prove.”

  Jenny cleared her throat, her heart beating quickly. She needed to get this exactly right. “Sir, I am offering myself to you to do as you please. I will obey your every command, and Ruth will watch as you use me. If I can perform in front of her, if I am comfortable being fucked by you with a complete stranger in the room, then surely I deserve a second chance?”

  “Hmm, well I suppose that might be a good test,” mused Stafford and looked at Ruth, “My dear, would you mind being a part of this?”

  “No sir, not at all,” purred Ruth. Jenny was convinced that she detected a note of mischief in the girl’s voice.

  “Very well then. Let’s get you out of those clothes for a start.”

  Jenny stood from her kneeling position and quickly stripped out of her clothes, discarding everything except her stockings and shiny red heels. There was no room for modesty today, so she proudly stood before Stafford, her arms crossed behind her back, pushing her chest forwards provocatively.

  Stafford looked on, his arms folded and leaning against the desk. He grinned his approval. “Back on your knees please,” he motioned at the ground. Immediately, Jenny returned to the kneeling position. The very act of following orders excited her. She was also surprised how much she relished her nakedness. A far cry from the discomfort of yesterday, instead she felt her pulse race at the thought of Ruth and Stafford staring at her body. Use me! she cried inwardly, her desire to submit drowning out any fleeting sense of reluctance to be naked in front of people.

  Stafford stood up straight and took a step forward to stand in front of her. Without a single word, he unfastened his pants and pushed them to the floor. Jenny found herself face to face with his erection. It was huge and perfectly rigid. She could feel the warmth from it, she could smell the scent of his desire. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth expectantly and soon felt his rod pass between her lips. She started slowly, swirling her tongue around the swollen tip. With her lips, she gripped the shaft, soaking it in her saliva and relishing the salty taste of it.

  Stafford grabbed her head and forced himself deeper into her. Jenny focused and caught the gag before it happened, feeling Stafford’s cock touch the back of her throat. Again and again she took him, lips and tongue caressing up and down the entire throbbing length. She moved her hands up from behind her back and gently massaged his balls, gripping the base of his shaft with her other hand. She opened her eyes and glanced upwards, Stafford’s face was lost in ecstasy as he tightened his grip on her head. She felt him thrusting forwards faster and harder, and she attempted to slow the pace to prolong his pleasure.

  Suddenly, she felt Stafford grab a handful of her long hair and pull her off his cock. She fought against his grip, desperate to get back to her job, but he was too strong. Unable to resist, she felt her head turning under Stafford’s direction and found herself facing Ruth. To her surprise, Ruth had hitched her skirt up around her waist and had one leg resting over the chair’s arm, her stiletto heel dangling from her stockinged foot as she frantically played with herself. Her eyes were locked square on Jenny’s face and her fingers worked frantically on her exposed pussy. Her face was flushed and she was panting heavily.

  Stafford stood, still holding Jenny by the hair and dragged her the few feet to where Ruth sat. Ruth’s eyes looked at Stafford imploringly and she spread her legs further apart. Jenny glanced at Ruth’s pussy as Ruth used her fingers to spread her lips wide. S
he longed to taste this vivacious young girl and she soon got her wish as Stafford forced her head down between Ruth’s legs. Jenny needed no further prompting and plunged her tongue into Ruth’s warm folds.

  As she did so, she felt Stafford kneel behind her, taking her hips in his hands. She angled her back to push her pussy upwards, allowing him easier access. Stafford forced himself into her, meeting no resistance from her wet hole. She groaned with delight as his taut member filled her completely and passed on her pleasure to Ruth by licking her clit with renewed vigor. Ruth moaned above her, grabbing her head and pushing her face deeper inside herself. Jenny’s mind reeled as Stafford pounded her roughly from behind and she struggled for breath between Ruth’s legs. She felt overwhelmed and lost, trapped in a place of pure lust between these two insatiable strangers.

  Jenny became aware that Stafford was nearing climax. His grip tightened and his cock forced itself deeper and faster. Then, once again, she felt a familiar tug as Stafford took a handful of her hair and pulled her back off Ruth. Ruth moaned in complaint and quickly moved a hand to take the place of Jenny’s tongue.

  Dragging her backwards, Stafford forced her to her knees in front of him again, but held her head back, preventing her from using her mouth. Instead, he wrapped his strong hands around his glistening cock and pumped frantically, inches from her face. Jenny prepared herself, finding that she craved his seed on her. She opened her mouth, eager and waiting, her tongue ready to catch every last drop. Sure enough, Stafford’s pace quickened and finally he thrust his hips forwards, his hand spasming around his cock as it spat his hot juice into Jenny’s face - in her mouth, her eyes, her hair, on her tits. Jenny took it all, greedily catching what she could in her mouth. Behind her, she heard Ruth reach her climax as she screamed out loud. Jenny longed to turn her head to see the girl orgasm, but she was still held fast by Stafford.

  In time, Stafford beckoned Ruth forwards and she knelt beside Jenny, knowing what Stafford required of her. Stafford let go of Jenny’s hair, and Ruth immediately took hold of it herself, angling Jenny’s head upwards to look directly at her. The girl surveyed Jenny’s face, before unleashing her tongue, lapping up every drop of Stafford’s seed. Jenny closed her eyes and allowed herself to be licked clean by the other girl. She relished the touch of her tongue on her face, the warmth of her breath, the rough grasp of her hands. She loved being a plaything for these people, a toy that they passed between themselves.

  When Ruth was satisfied that she’d taken all she could, she stood smartly and wriggled her skirt down around her legs. “Will that be everything sir?” she asked Stafford, who was busily recovering his trousers.

  “Yes, thank you Ruth, that will be all for now,” he answered, and Ruth hurried to the door, pausing only to pick up her discarded shoe.

  Stafford returned to the seat at his desk and regarded Jenny intently. Jenny still kneeled on the floor, bewildered and exhausted. She suddenly realised where she was and got up, standing straight and proud. “Is sir satisfied?” she asked when she had recovered her breath.

  “Yes, thank you Miss Jones,” Stafford replied, “Your demonstration was very effective. I’m prepared to give you another chance. Please do not let me down. You may go,” and he turned back to the pile of paperwork beside him.

  Jenny quickly gathered her clothes into a hasty pile and headed for the door, aware that she was completely naked but no longer really caring. As she left the office, she paused at Ruth’s desk, bent down, pulled Ruth’s face to hers and gave her a long, deep kiss. “Thank you,” she whispered breathlessly to the surprised PA.

  “No, thank you,” Ruth replied as Jenny hurried out into the square.

  Chapter 4

  The rest of her time at SubAir Academy passed without incident. Her days were spent learning the myriad techniques used by SubAir hostesses to better serve their passengers.

  From an ancient Indian woman, she learned the skills of tantric massage. From a New York bartender, she learned how to make the perfect Martini. She learned the proper etiquette of submission - when to make eye contact, when to speak, the correct way to kneel. She learned about the bodies of men and the bodies of women, forming a mental map of sensitive areas of each and the techniques used to manipulate them.

  By night, she retired to the dorms with Brie and Kelly or one of the other girls from the class and practised what they learned on each other. They roleplayed situations and scenarios, before collapsing exhausted to sleep in each other’s arms.

  From the original class of fifteen, only six made it through the course. The others dropped out gradually, unable to cope with the demands of submission. Jenny felt pity for them, and realised how close she had come to dropping out herself. If anything, the loss of her friends caused her to redouble her efforts to make it to graduation.

  By the end of the fortnight, only the final exam stood between the remaining six girls and their dreams.

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  The day of the final exam arrived and Principal Stafford arrived at the classroom to brief them. He was accompanied by Ruth, who clutched a clipboard to her heaving chest. Jenny’s eyes met Ruth’s and Ruth winked at her. The other girls in the class giggled at the obviousness of this and Jenny blushed. They all knew that she and Ruth had been fucking at every opportunity.

  “Settle down girls,” Stafford spoke with authority and the room became quiet. “Today is your final exam. Survive this test and you will graduate to become a SubAir hostess. By Monday of next week, you will be in your posts, putting what you’ve learned into practise.”

  He paused, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing.

  “You will be taken, one by one, to the simulation room and placed in a training scenario. You will be assessed on a number of criteria and marked accordingly based on your performance. Is anything unclear?”

  None of the girls spoke.

  “Very well, then. Ruth, could you take the first girl down to the assessment room?” he turned to Ruth and Ruth studied the clipboard for the first name. Jenny didn’t know whether she would prefer to go first or last. She supposed that it was better to get it over and done with, it wasn’t as though they’d be able to talk to each other afterwards.

  “Jenny Jones, please come with me,” Ruth finally spoke and Jenny gasped in surprise.

  Oh well, first it is, she sighed and stood to follow Ruth out of the room. They made their way out into the hall and down the main stairwell. Jenny had never been down here before and wondered what the assessment room would be like. As she pondered her fate, Ruth grabbed her arm, pushed her roughly against the wall and kissed her hard on the lips. She lingered for a moment, before pulling back.

  “Good luck,” she said, grinning sheepishly and continued walking. Jenny blinked to clear her head and followed her.

  They soon reached the assessment room. A red light shone above the door with the words “Exam in progress” in stark black writing on it. Ruth turned to face her, her expression serious and businesslike. I guess playtime is over, thought Jenny.

  “You have half an hour. If you leave the room before this time, you will fail the assessment. While inside the room, you will behave as a SubAir hostess and act accordingly. Do you understand?”

  “Y-yes,” said Jenny, nervous and uncertain. Ruth pushed the door open and motioned for her to step inside. Jenny followed her prompt and stepped into the darkened room. As she strained to see where she was, the lights came on, momentarily blinding her. When her vision returned, she looked around and was surprised by what she saw.

  She was in a room that had been mocked up in the style of a SubAir jet cabin. She stood by the entrance door, which from this side appeared to be the door to the cockpit. To her left was the galley, with the familiar collection of food and drink containers. She looked down the length of the cabin and noticed that it was arranged in the SubAir style. There was no economy class as in a regular plane, just a number of spacious cubicles, each containing two large reclining seats and plenty o
f floor space. Each cubicle was enclosed by chest-high partitions, affording the passengers within some degree of privacy. Quickly, her hostess training took over and she noticed a blinking light over one of the cubicles. Someone required her attention. She took a deep breath, straightened her neck scarf and quickly made her way down the length of the cabin.

  She reached the cubicle and peered in apprehensively, not sure what she was going to find. She was surprised to find a young couple within. They were obviously quite affluent, their clothes well made and luxurious. They appeared to be in their late twenties perhaps. He was clean shaved and neatly groomed. He wore a dark grey suit and white shirt. He seemed disinterested and aloof. His companion was a striking brunette, her face pale and measured yet deeply attractive. She wore a smart skirt suit, a deep cream colour with crisp black blouse. Her hair was held up in a stern bun and she looked at Jenny with utter disdain.

  Jenny remembered where she was, and straightened herself up, crossing her arms behind her and parting her legs slightly. “Sir, mistress, how may I serve you?” she asked, not making eye contact.

  “What took you so long?” the young man said. “My wife’s feet are hurting. See to them would you.”

  “Certainly sir,” replied Jenny without hesitation, and fell to her knees in front of the man’s wife. “May I mistress?” she asked, glancing up at the woman, taking care not to overstep her mark. The woman nodded curtly and looked away.

  Jenny took the woman’s right leg, and carefully lifted it into her lap. She noted the soft touch of the woman’s stockings and admired the fine shoe she wore. Without hesitation, Jenny slipped the shoe off and placed it carefully on the floor beside her. She shifted her attention to the other foot, again slipping off the shoe and placing it beside her. The woman wiggled her toes approvingly, encouraging Jenny to continue.