The Spade Institute (small package X the.amorous.bull)

[small package]

Scarlett nervously opened the front door of her apartment and wandered in half dazed by what had just happened. The door closed behind her as she just let her coat and bag drop to the floor, "Wine, this definitely needs wine" she said to nobody in particular. The one thing rattling round Scarlett's brain was that it had been a very strange meeting and how could this be happening to her?

Earlier that day....

Scarlett was cleaning up after breakfast when her phone went off, maybe it'd be Derek they'd had a nice meal a couple of nights ago although it didn't really make it into full on date territory he was cute enough to give a second chance to. But no it was a message from her agent "I need you to come in right NOW!". This couldn't be good, if it was a simple rejection those were delivered with a simple "You didn't get it" text, good news was always a phone call, so a summons to the office meant something was wrong maybe that last client didn't like the shoot but the photographer had been happy.

The uber down to her agent's office was surprisingly quick and driver wasn't being a pain chasing a good review. which was always a relief but Scarlett couldn't shake the idea that something was wrong and that by the end of the day she'd be looking for new management. Scarlett took the longest walk up the two flights of stairs to her agent's office and walked into reception where she saw Paula, instead of Paula's usual cool "He'll see you in a minute" responses it was an almost overly enthusiastic "Go right in." Something was very strange.

Jason was on a call as Scarlett opened the office door, "Look I'm sure that if they just.. I'll call you back." Jason cut the call off faster than a teenage boy when his mom walks in. Jason sprung up from behind his desk and gave Scarlett a hug, which was a for her "You did it! You hit the jackpot! You are going to be huge! This is going to be incredible!" although the incredible that Jason was thinking of was his 20% cut. Jason sat Scarlett down on the couch and explained to her that an audition she'd gone to three weeks ago for a shower gel commercial wasn't what either of them thought it was, it was something much bigger and more lucrative. The commercial had just been a front for a group that called itself The Spade Institute, that was planning on starting a massive advertising campaign that had an equally massive budget. They wanted Scarlett to do print work, commercials, public appearances for the next two years all on a retainer that would be ten times what she could normally expect to earn in a month and the bonus was it wasn't an exclusive contract so she could pull in as much extra work as she liked. It really was the opportunity of a lifetime, there was one slight catch, the Institute specialised in private retreats and before the formal ad work started Scarlett would have to spend some time there all on TSI's dime of course. Because it was such a big commitment TSI didn't want her to sign the contract right then, they would send it out tomorrow to give Scarlett a chance to think it over.

....

Scarlett walked into her lounge, the emergency bottle of white wine she kept in the fridge in hand, as sank down onto the couch, This was going to be absolutely life changing, so while she poured herself a disgustingly large glass Scarlett grabbed her tablet and started to search for TSI. She found what was a fairly unassuming, even bland website that was pretty vague about what TSI was. There was a mission statement about promoting cultural understanding and harmony along with photographs of a very modern looking building that was either a mansion or a research centre that had vast immaculately maintained grounds. Whoever they were, they obviously had lots of money behind them, just not enough to hire even a half decent website designer it seemed. Promoting better race relations seemed an admirable goal, especially after BLM. So earning great money while doing something socially responsible seemed like a no brainer, spending a week or so in private retreat didn't feel like a big impression to do all that.

The next morning Scarlett awoke with a small hangover, the emergency bottle of wine had turned in to a second bottle. She sent Jason a quick text to tell him she was going to sign the contract once it arrived, which got an immediate rely of a long string of overly excited emojis. Scarlett was just starting to think about planning some sort of night out with her girlfriends to celebrate her imminent success, when her tablet alerted her to the email she's waiting for from TSI, which she signed and sent back right away. But she wasn't expecting what happened next, her expectation was that it would be a week or so before she heard anything more from TSI but less than twenty minutes after she replied there was another email from TSI :

"Thank you for your prompt response in agreeing to the contract. We are happy to proceed at this time, as we have recently had a cancellation to our retreat we will be able to start working with you sooner than we thought possible, if you are available from the 5th. If you are then we will of course arrange all your transportation given the short notice."

It was hard to say no to that, sure it was only two days away and would mean any celebrations would have to be put on hold but showing flexibility and a willingness to start work could only be a good thing right? Scarlett thought about it for all of fifteen seconds before agreeing to be whisked away to TSI retreat. The next day was spent arranging with friends and neighbours to look after her place for the week, most of them were used to being called on when a job took her away for a while but usually there was a little more warning, after a few vague promises of undefined favours everything was in place.


TSI were as good as their word as at 8am the following morning a black town car turned up for the drive to the retreat. This confused Scarlett as she didn't know of anywhere in reasonable driving distance that looked anything like the images on the website, maybe she they were going to be flying her somewhere, maybe there was more than one TSI retreat? All she could do now is sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.

 

[the.amorous.bull]

"This," said the impressively large man, his body threatening to burst from his shirt, as he gestured toward the image that was projected for several key trainers at the Institute, "is Scarlett. After a thorough searching, she was determined to be an excellent candidate for our new publicity round. Previously some minor modeling gigs, as white as ever," he gave the gathered group a wry smile, "and, as you can see," he gestured, "very physically attractive."

"No fucking kidding," joked Dax, letting out a soft whistle as his eyes scanned through Scarlett's provided photos and files.

"Professionalism," intoned Xavier, glancing over his friend, a touch of reprimand in his eyes even as his lips twisted slightly. A few others chuckled, both at the antics of the younger two, and at the thoughts of what was going to happen to the cute blonde they all readily examined. Eyes flitted, noting other trainers who had spent quite a few hours helping to break in queens, to really establish the Spade Institute for the growing movement it was swiftly becoming. Any one of them usually would be considered sufficient for a girl, let alone the large man at front.

Solomon King was often said to at least be the money, if not the outright brains behind the operation. Those that had seen his member joked his dick had probably started the fucking thing, and quite a few white girls who experienced that didn't think twice about alternative. Made it easier while he finished working on his proprietary technologies. Apparently King had either inherited the business from his father or had some sort of tech to make him live far longer than he appeared. Nobody could quite be certain, and he let the rumors fester. His technologies, his process, and his eye for training and developing all had led to this point.

"The idea is that with a fresh, pretty face like Scarlett pushing the product, we'll make an even bigger movement, possibly going mainstream," said King. "We believe it should be doable. She's young enough to have some malleability, and to have that forward thinking mindset of the latest generation. still practically cherry from what we can tell, but the initial testings will help with that," he looked to Xavier, who nodded his consent. "Since we want to appeal to the younger demographic, we're going to avoid putting her on a breeding track. Just the Queen momentum, likely a high dose of sensitivity and of course as much pleasure as she can experience," he gave them a hard look, his smile predatory, "I want her to cum herself stupid by the end of the third day, my fellow bulls. That's why I'm bringing in my best," there were nods all around, before a chime sounded. A cheery female voice, on of their many spaded handlers (usually highly intelligent white girls, and almost all with at least two children from bulls), chimed in.

"Miss Scarlett will be arriving shortly, Mr. King and my bulls," she purred, as if anticipating seeing them. Nods were exchanged, with King adjusting his tie.

"Xavier, you're up."

~~~~

First, Scarlett would be taken to the general reception area. Calm, pleasant, the area itself was designed to both put people at ease and to gently start the induction process. The decor danced the line of the retro-futurism that had been top of the line when the organization had first been found with some more modern Afro-futuristic touches. Stark blacks and whites dominated the color, providing visual promise for what would happen within. Very few materials were laid out for viewing, with only a few pads that played various ads available for perusal. An attractive redhead with a top that showed her abdomen, and the Queen of Spades tattoo thereon, served to run the main desk. She'd greet Scarlett with a cheery smile, ready and eager to answer questions.

It wouldn't be long until Xavier would arrive. The dashing young man specialized in new inductions, with a talented tongue in more ways than one. He had an absolutely perfect success rate in getting girls past the first stage, hence his selection now. The choice of a simple button dress shirt and dark slacks would make him approachable, helped by the big smile on his face. Again he'd be greeting Scarlett, warmly welcoming her, and ready to truly start answering the questions she had in mind.

 

[small package]

Scarlett walked into the reception with her trusty small suitcase wheeling behind her, the reception itself was stark and minimalist and it was dominated by a large white marble desk that wouldn't have looked out of place in a five star hotel. As she approached the desk Scarlett was greeted in a bright, cheery voice "Hi there, you must be Scarlett. I'm Becca and if you need anything just let me know." The voice came from an attractive red-head who was wearing a short revealing top that exposed her toned stomach. The very casual clothing seemed a stark contrast to the cool, professional surroundings. Scarlett's eye also caught a tattoo just above Becca's hip that seemed a little out of place but if Becca's bosses were comfortable with her appearance who was she to criticise? Scarlett looked around a little nervously at the emptiness of the reception, "Hmm, is there anyone else here? It just seems so quite." Becca smiled back "The Institute is very fond of it's privacy for it's clients so we keep this part as traffic free as possible. I'll let them know you've arrived and someone should be along meet you shortly. And just leave your luggage here with me, I'll make sure it's taken up to your room."

Scarlett quietly took a seat and took out her phone to check her messages but there was no service, strange that a place like this didn't have a decent wi-fi connection but there was probably a password waiting for her in her room. After a few minutes the door behind Becca opened and a large muscular black man walked into reception with a warm pleasant smile on his face. With her background Scarlett knew all about looking confident in front of a camera, this man walked with a confidence that wouldn't be out of place on a runway. Out of the corner of her eye Scarlett caught a sly smile forming on Becca's face that said she was more than just a co-worker of the man.

 

[the.amorous.bull]

Xavier strode easily and with the utmost confidence. He knew to his very soul that this pretty blonde would soon be quite the eager Queen for not only him, but any and all black men who would make those choices for her. Of course, first he'd have to get her acclimated, help her adjust, make her feel as comfortable as possible. Already Xavier formed a mental game plan, reviewing his preferred strategies while keeping his expression pleasant and professional.

As he saw the pretty blonde, he did a slightly exaggerated double take, eyes widening a little as he raked them over Scarlett's body. "Wow, I must say, you're even more striking in person," he all but purred, the smile taking on a warmer edge. Xavier extended a hand toward the girl, taking hers and giving it a gentle, professional shake, "Xavier Keita," he offered, along with a nod. "I usually help our new girls get acclimated. I know it can all be a bit overwhelming," he gestured, "and I'd be lying if I didn't say that's slightly the point. We want our new arrivals to feel their world a little askew, so that they're in a good place for the shifting world view that we'll be presenting."

With that, he gestured for her to follow, heading deeper into the Institute. The continued decor, that clash between futuristic, African, and medical, continued as they progressed, with some more daring art pieces that usually involved bold uses of whites and blacks. Subliminal messaging of harmony lay everywhere the eye could see, of course.

"I'm sure you're quite aware of some of the basics of what we do," he said, gesturing. "We're about achieving racial harmony and reaching a new viewpoint. To those ends, we offer rehabilitation for several different conditions, marriage counseling, fertility treatments, and of course cultural training and sensitivity seminars. I'm proud to state that we have an extremely high success rate, and that I personally have seen dozens of young women such as yourself reach an entirely new perspective." They'd be going to one of the initiation rooms in time, a room that leaned even more heavily on the futuristic, with the advanced tech looking as if it came from a movie set. The immersion chair looked a strange mix of torture device, relaxation therapy aid, and medical examination table, laying in wait for Scarlett's first use.

 

[small package]

Scarlett felt a slight blush creep into her cheeks as Xavier introduced himself, it wasn't as if people hadn't complemented her appearance before, if she had a dime every time someone half drunkenly came up to her in a club and said "Hey, you should be a model!" she'd have a couple of hundred bucks by now. But there was something about Xavier's delivery that didn't feel like it was a corny pick up line from some sleazy who just wanted to see her naked.

A small frown creased Scarlett's brow as Xavier mentioned "rehabilitation" it was such a strange word to use from a group that was supposed to be promoting racial understanding, telling people that their outlook on life was a disease wasn't going to win many people over no matter how backwards their ideas were. "This is a very impressive place you have here." Scarlett paused for a second as something else sounded a fraction off "Dozens of women? So not that many men come to your seminars?"

Walking into the room, Scarlett took one look at the immersion chair and stopped dead in her tracks. "OK that looks weird. What's it supposed to do?" she asked uncertainly

 

[the.amorous.bull]

Xavier nodded along with Scarlett's assessment, not entirely certain if she were just being polite or if she actually found their setup impressive. Either way, he'd act as if she'd truly complimented them, offering that same warm smile and keeping his attentions laser focused upon her. Her question and the surprise that came with it had him chuckling a little. "There have of course been some men. We do try to keep things fairly open, though we have more success with the fairer sex. That's part of why we selected you. That and we want to increase our appeal to your demographic," which was all of course very much true, which made it even easier for Xavier to say.

at first it seemed as if he hadn't noticed Scarlett's surprise, simply taking a few steps forward. Soon, however, he turned to look at her. "That, my dear Scarlett, is our forward thinking, proprietary technology. It provides a fully immersive, multi-sensory experience that helps get our message across in a safe, effective manner. Plus, it looks very cool," he said giving her a quick wink before walking over to it. "There's a lot of science behind this, much of it locked in the founder's skull," he tapped the chair, "it targets all the senses to really immerse the user in the experience. Enhances success rate by absolutely crazy amounts, particularly for those that are entering the more intensive programs such as yourself."

He gave her a look, his expression concerned. "you were told we'd want you to go through the program? For authenticity's sake. That way you can speak directly to the consumer about a product you've used and found benefit from yourself. Adds to everything," another pause, "it was in your contract..."

 

[small package]

"Immersive?" Scarlett asked "So you mean like VR?" she wasn't a stranger to VR headsets as an ex-boyfriend had bought a VR headset but Scarlett had found the experience disorientating and the whole thing had left her feeling sick. But this set up looked more sophisticated than a pair of goggles, there were wire and attachments all over the place, would that make the experience better or worse?

"The whole thing looks like it's fallen out of some sci-fi movie." Scarlett fidgeted slightly as felt uncomfortable at the sight of the machine "But sure I'll give it a go. Do I just need to sit here?" she asked Xavier. As Scarlett sat down and started to lie on the machine there was the whirring of tiny motors, somehow the apparatus was adjusting itself to fit to the contours of her body, perfectly balancing her weight. so much so that it felt to Scarlett that she floating on air. "OK, so what happens next?"

 

[the.amorous.bull]

"Something like that. Think more the next step in that sort of technology," Xavier replied, adding a little nod. He watched carefully, a little tense. Some of the girls balked at this point. Realized that maybe something fishy might be going on, or perhaps simply became overwhelmed by the technology. Technically speaking, it wasn't strictly necessary. King had implemented more rudimentary ideas and strategies near the inception of the institute, and they did occasionally work. The tech had a much high success rate, particularly since it could directly effect a white girl's biology. Hard to fight against something like that.

The black man nearly breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the cute little blonde bounding forward. The machine would of course adapt to situate her, contouring to her body. For these initial tests, there wouldn't be any insertion, though the device would form a slight stirrup for her to sit on, more to help keep her in place. "Don't worry about the shifting," he said, moving to adjust wires and enter data. "Much of that's just so that you don't accidentally damage any equipment. Some of the more intensive programs do have things like IV drips and the like, but obviously we're not going to start you on those just yet," there was a slight teasing tone to his voice, even though a large part of Xavier knew the emphasis to be on yet.

A visor would soon appear over Scarlett's eyes. Mostly transparent to the outside, it would project the image in such a way that, for Scarlett, her vision would be transported to another location entirely. For now, it would remain a blank cyber landscape with a simple menu, to help her adjust. The device was already collecting readings, the lasers that projected the image also starting to gain access to Scarlett's nervous system. "You'll see some menus for the initial programs and the like. Most of this first session is about collecting a baseline, gauging reaction. So you'll see some immersive videos and situations," which were mostly PG-13, a little racy, but nothing overt for this. "Of course, you'll need to initiate..." he said, "just use your eyes or voice commands. It'll pick up on your voice and become more attuned to it," which, again, was definitely part of the process...

 

[small package]

"So how do I initi... oh right, that seemed to do something." there was an edge of surprise in Scarlett's voice as the machine sparked into life as distorted images flashed across the visor before they came into proper focus. The scene in front of Scarlett's eyes looked almost identical to the reception she's been in a few minutes before, the major difference were the floating signs, the topmost of which read "SELECT YOUR LEVEL" followed by a menu of options
Intro
Basic
Advanced
Expert
Elite

Scarlett paused for a second, "This looks like a big video game" she told Xavier "I guess we better start of with Intro". With that the reception dissolved.