The open space between the chair legs had just enough room for the hassock that was underneath it. Steve finished the last of his beer and set the glass down on one of the tables. Cindy did the same with what was left of her punch.
The dancer, still moving to the beat, walked up to each of them one at a time. Starting with Cindy, then Jake and finally Steve, she said the same thing to each one in turn.
“Hi, I'm Stephanie, I'm just tickled pink to meet you here today,” she began. “By the way, who do I actually have the pleasure of meeting this time?”
As she said this her rhythmic motion became centered around body of the one she was speaking to at the time. She swayed back in forth with a curved motion. She lowered herself to a squatting position, while still swaying to the beat. Then she leaned slightly forward while standing back up. She timed her movement so that as she said the word ‘pleasure’, she managed to lightly brush against his or her chest with one of her exposed nipples. Then as she finished the question she stared into their eyes while she waited for an answer.
Cindy found herself blushing as she gradually realized that it wasn't by accident that Stephanie had brushed against her t-shirt covered nipple and that her black t-shirt failed to conceal the fact that her nipples were now almost as erect as the dancer's. She felt a little lost in the depths of Stephanie's coal black eyes but not so lost that she didn't notice the oval tattoo of some fiery ring between Stephanie's breasts. For the next two minutes the guys quietly watched the nearly naked dancer sway side to side. So close to Cindy that they had to look close to be sure that her nipples never quite touched Cindy's again. Finally Cindy found her voice.
“I'm Cindy,” she said. Then on an impulse she surprised herself by adding with a grin, “But the pleasure was all mine.”
Jake half expected it when Stephanie repeated the nipple brush when she danced her way through the same speech with him. When he found himself staring into her eyes however, he discovered that he was so turned on, that he wanted to get it on with this wild woman on the spot.
Suddenly Stephanie shifted the position and motion of her hips so that while her upper torso's swaying motion continued to swing her tits back and forth less than an inch from touching his chest, her hips were now rotating in such a way that her crotch began to rub against the tent that had formed in his jeans. Jake realized that he was generating nano-pheromones again. He tried and failed to get his hormones under control. He stood there helplessly as the dancer continued to rub herself against him. He felt Steve's anti-pheromones starting to counter his nano-pheromones but it wasn't working fast enough. He couldn't resist arching his back to press himself a little more snugly against her. Then Steve's anti-pheromones finally got the upper hand. Stephanie stepped back slightly, returning her rhythmic motion to the side to side swaying she had started with. It took a moment for Jake to realize that she was still waiting for an answer.
“I'm Jake,” he said after clearing his throat. Then looking down at the large bulge in the front of his jeans he added, “Obviously, the pleasure was mine.”
Stephanie made a sound like a cat's purr and shifted her attention to Steve.
She started the same routine with Steve but when she attempted to brush her nipple against his chest Steve suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders. His long arms holding her just far enough away that her nipples never got closer than an inch to his chest. Meanwhile he cut off her last few words.
“Same as it was the last time we met,” he said. “My name is still Steve. And I think you've had quite enough ‘pleasure’ already.”
“Maybe later then?” she asked in a suggestive voice.
Instead of answering, Steve released her shoulders as he took two quick steps backwards. Stephanie flipped backwards landing on her hands just long enough for her grass skirt to settle downwards, removing any doubt that she wasn't wearing anything under it. Then she flipped back to her feet, landing about ten feet away from where Steve had released her. She winked, and walked out the door.
Cindy was confused. She wasn't yet fully comfortable with the new open relationship that she now had with Jake. Nor with the idea that she could be so easily turned on by another woman. Even during the wildest parts of the campground orgy, she had pointedly confined her attentions to the men. Yet she knew that a few minutes ago she had wanted to get it on with this Stephanie. She would have shared the dancer's body with Jake and/or Steve but it was the dancer she had felt hot for. Then when Stephanie had ground herself against Jake, she had wanted to scratch Jake's eyes out. Not because he had so obviously enjoyed it but because she had wanted to be first.
“Who was that wild woman anyway?” she asked.
“Aside from her name which she told you,” Steve explained. “Stephanie is to be Jake's physical education instructor, assuming he decides to accept the job.”
“Phys Ed?” Cindy jealously retorted. “Just what kind of physical activity is she supposed to teach him? I think I better sit in on the lessons.”
Steve was well aware of the ongoing battle between the nano-pheromones Jake was still emitting and his own anti-pheromones. The feedback he got from his nano-net indicated that it was likely that Cindy actually wanted Stephanie more than she wanted to keep her away from Jake. It also indicated that at least some of that desire would remain if all the pheromones stopped affecting her.
“A wide range of physical things Cindy,” he said. “I'm sure you'd be welcome to sit in on ‘some’ of them if you like. But the lessons themselves aren't supposed to include having sex, if that's what your afraid of missing out on. I've no doubt however that she'd cheerfully add both of you to her social life. I can tell you from personal experience that she is a very hot blooded bisexual.”
Cindy wasn't particularly happy with the idea that Steve seemed aware of her attraction to Stephanie. She was even less happy with the fact that she actually was attracted to her but she also didn't see any point in denying it.
“The next stop was going to be the library but all things considered,” Steve said while pointedly looking at the bulges in both Jake's and his own pants. “I think we better make the next stop someplace we can get cold showers.”
At which point Steve led the way to the back of the great hall. Then into the doorway to the right of the falls.
“I usually refer to this section of hallway as the coat room,” he said as he pointed at the many hooks and cubbies that lined it. Then he pointed at the doorless opening into an obvious shower room at the other end of the hall. “We'll be going in there. The auto-shower is designed to automatically rinse all the sweat and what not from everyone who walks in there. So I'd recommend leaving our cloths here. feel free to leave wallets, keys and such in any of the open cubbies. Nobody will touch them.” Then he pointed at a large hamper against the back wall. “Anything you'd like to have laundered goes there. The lockers next to it contain some loose fitting comfortable clothing, a little like hospital greens but in assorted colors. So you needn't worry about not having anything to wear while your stuff is in the laundry.”
As he talked Steve stripped and dropped his cloths in the hamper. When he turned to put his watch and wallet in one of the cubbies, Cindy got a good look at the biggest erection she had ever seen. She immediately knew that she wanted to ride it sometime soon. She was also sure that Jake would like to watch her do so. Yet somehow, even as both she and Jake stripped, she was also sure that at the moment, none of them wanted to do anything sexual. She was quite certain that neither of the boys actually wanted to do it just then, even though they were both still quite hard. She was still wondering why she felt so sure of that as they walked into the large shower room.
The water that sprayed them from multiple directions was pleasantly warm. Steve grabbed Jake by the arm and pulled him a few feet to one side.
Then Steve spoke in a firm voice.
“Compu-trol: cold showers for us boys,” he said. “Actuate!”
Immediately the water patter
n shifted so that the boys were getting theirs from different shower heads than the ones that were targeting Cindy. From the effect it quickly had on their boners and from the slight gasping noise Jake made, Cindy concluded that their showers must have abruptly become quite cold. Though hers was still pleasantly warm. She stepped towards the boys and extended a hand into one of the streams spaying them. As soon as her hand touched the cold water there was a click and suddenly her shower was so bracingly cold she screamed with surprise.
“I'm sorry Cindy,” Steve said. “I should have told you that the house computer is always watching. I'm afraid it interpreted your reaching out to the cold water as a request for the same... Would you like me to override it back to warm for you?”
“Don't bother!” she said icily. “Is there any soap?”
There was another click and again her cold water was coming from a separate set of shower heads. This time however, her water included something that made rose scented suds.
“Good idea Cindy!” Steve said. Then he again used a firm voice. “Compu-trol: 60 seconds of massaging suds for all, then warm rinse for all. Actuate.”
The suds in the water that the boys got had a light evergreen scent. All the water jets started pulsating. Then a minute later they were all treated to a warm rinsing mist. After a few seconds Jake stepped into the showerless area in the back corner near the doorway on the far side of the room from where they came in. Immediately Steve followed. Speaking in a voice so soft that Jake needed his augmented hearing to make out the words.
“If you think I just put us through cold showers for you to lead us into the jacuzzi room, you better think again,” Steve said.
The water stopped as Cindy also stepped into the dry corner. Steve turned to face her.
“There is a large fancy jacuzzi pool in there that I'd prefer to save for a bit later,” he said gently. “It's one of the places where you'd expect to find lewd behavior and I'd hate to waste the effect of the cold shower so soon.”
Cindy was of two minds about that. She could see that even when he wasn't hard, Steve's cock was nearly a foot in length. She made up her mind that she was going to ride that monster cock sometime soon. Then she realized she'd just as soon wait until Stephanie could join them. Aside from that, for some reason she didn't quite understand, she realized that somehow she didn't quite feel like doing either one just now.
“Lead on then,” she finally said after hesitating for nearly a full minute.
“Compu-trol: cancel exit rinse, air dry on. Actuate,”
Steve said just before he led them through a breeze of slightly warm air, that quickly dried their bodies. While more vigorous streams of somewhat warmer air dried their hair. When they were dry, except that Cindy's longer hair was still slightly damp, he led them back into the coat room. He pointed at one of the lockers.
“The house duds in that one should fit you Cindy,” he said. Then he opened another and selected a forest green outfit for himself. “One of these ones should fit you fairly well Jake.”
Jake selected a vivid blue set. Cindy opened the locker Steve had pointed at and picked out a hot pink set. That's when Cindy noticed that the tops all had a pocket with an image resembling the ones on the assorted Staff armbands, except that these images looked embossed into the fabric. She was surprised at how well she could see the details because there wasn't any change in the fabric color. When she ran her finger across it she could just barely feel the lines of the image.
“Tell me something Steve,” Cindy asked as she dressed. “Why do you say ‘computrol’ when...” There was a rude sounding beep from a small wall mounted speaker. “you give orders to the house computer?”
Steve tucked his oversized pecker into the waistband of his green bottoms and finished pulling them up before he replied.
“That's how it knows I'm using it's voice command interface to instruct it Cindy,” he explained.
She thought about that for a moment.
“But I didn't have to say ‘computrol’ for...” There was another rude beep. “it to add the soap,” she protested.
“That's because unlike Steve, you don't have command authority to override critical things like the security system,” Jake interjected with a chuckle.
“Exactly,” Steve confirmed. “People who don't have command accounts are still allowed to request personal preferences like water temperature and shower suds or to change the music your listening to. But to prevent accidentally changing your shower temp again, I could set your access to the house computer to require a trigger word if you like.”
“Yeah,” Cindy said after a few seconds. “I think that'd be a good idea. But does it have to be ‘computrol’ or...” There was another beep. “Is that buzzer going off because I said ‘computrol’?” There was yet another beep.
“You got it in one Cindy,” Steve answered. He winked and added, “Your pretty and smart, I don't care what Jake says...”
Cindy glared at both guy's for a moment.
“Very funny... I think not!” she said, somewhat acidly. Then she continued in a more friendly voice. “You called it the house computer, could I use something silly like ‘house do’?”
“Of course you can Cindy,” Steve confirmed. “May I suggest however, that it's easier to be more specific in what you ask the computer to do, if it knows when your done talking to it. Should I also set a command closer, like what I use the word ‘actuate’ for.” There was another rude beep.
“Malformed command not executed,” a mechanical voice advised.
Then there was another beep.
“Obviously for your command closer, you want to use something you wouldn't ordinarily say,” Steve continued. “What would you like to use?”
Cindy thought for a moment.
“How about that stupid phrase I've heard Jake use when a customer hands him exact change, ‘done deal’?” she asked.
Without hesitation Steve instructed the computer.
“Compu-trol: set access for Cindy Kincade trigger equals ‘house-do’ closer equals ‘done-deal’,” he said. “Actuate.”
“Next stop is the Library,” Steve added two seconds later.
Then he led them back towards the front of the great hall and through the next to the last doorway on the left. There was a short hallway leading past the bottom of a wide circular staircase on the right. At the end of the hallway there was a single large door. When Steve opened the door, there was a slight hissing sound. Cindy noticed that the gentle breeze coming from the door felt a little cool in her damp hair.
“We keep the air in here very dry and fairly dust free,” Steve explained.
They entered a large ‘L’ shaped room filled with an enormous collection of books. There were wooden bookcases along the outer walls that looked to be 10 feet tall. The upper shelves of which were reached by means of a couple of rolling ladders attached to a narrow track that divided the lower shelves from the upper ones four and a half feet from the floor. These were all hard cover editions. The ones to the right of the door they came in by, were obviously reference books. Directly in front of them were some freestanding magazine and paperback book racks and a pair of long narrow tables with a dozen assorted chairs.
A short distance to the left of the door was the inside corner that gave the room it's ‘L’ shape. What caught Cindy's eye however, was that just a couple steps after she walked around the corner she almost bumped into one of the rolling ladders. It was being used by the muscular redhead she had last seen riding a bicycle down the path just before Jake drove up to the front door. He was still wearing cutoff shorts but now he was wearing a colorful tie-dyed tank top. The black armband he'd been wearing had been replaced by a white one. He was getting a book from the top shelf. Cindy noticed that the denim pants his cutoffs had been made from had been a somewhat baggy style.
This was obvious to her because from her vantage point by the wall, next to the ladder she found herself gazing up into the gap between his leg and that of
the material of his shorts. What she saw there made her regret that she hadn't taken Jake up on the offer he had jokingly made earlier about waiting for him to come back down the hill. He wasn't overly long but he had what looked to be one of the thickest cocks she had ever seen.
Suddenly Cindy wanted to get it on with him but just like it had been when she had realized that she wanted to wait a bit before jumping Steve's bones, she found that once again she didn't want to do it just yet. Slowly she realized that she was still staring up the man's shorts and had evidently been doing so long enough for him to notice. It was evident because his tool had begun to twitch and harden. Without quite looking away from his crotch, she widened her gaze and looked into his eyes.
“Y'see any thing ya like lass?” the man said with an obviously fake accent as he looked down into her eyes. Then without waiting for an answer he continued. “If you'd like a better look I'll gladly take me shorts off, don't ya know. But just now this here classic I was thinking of reading is getting just a bit heavy.” Then as he slowly backed down the ladder until he was at eye level with Cindy, he added with a grin, “Me names Jess McNeil by the way. I'm the chief mechanic here at Hillside, n'what might your name be lass?”
Steve interrupted them.
“Her name is Cindy,” he said. “But I'm afraid that you two will have to wait till later to get to know each other better. As just now I'm showing Cindy and her escort Jake, my new apprentice, around the place.”
“Hi Jess I'm Jake,” Jake interjected. “We sort of met in the jacuzzi room last week but I'm not so sure you got my name at the time as we were both a bit busy. I'm fairly certain Cindy would love that better view after the tour, if your going to be around that is.”
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