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A Simple Infiltration {darkest_fate&rahatingt}

Psychology? Somehow Calli hadn't quite expected that to come into play when detailing her "pleasure slave" training. Her brow arched as she heard that, and she couldn't help but look slightly impressed. Perhaps that was why she allowed herself to be so easily spun, so easily directed. the vision of loveliness in the mirror did look like her, albeit dressed up slightly. There was a slight glow about her that Calli only vaguely realized had to do with the recent orgasms. The released hair framed her face well, though she wished she could've brushed it or done some makeup, or better yet had someone...

...wait, she wasn't vain. At least not like that. Still, she found her gaze traveling her own body, wondering. Fingers teased against her firm rear, but they didn't seem to be doing more than lingering. She let them, instead letting her grey eyes sweep the vision of loveliness in the mirror. Her gaze flicked to meet his in the reflection, meeting his eyes without turning. The position struck Calli as strangely submissive, but she quickly realized that was probably his intent, at least on some level.

"I don't suppose I can start with talking about my competence?" she asked, letting out a harsh laugh as she looked to herself. "My legs," she said, shifting the fabric to show them. "I'm tall, thanks to genetics. Combine that with training and I have an impressive set of legs that should draw men's attention quite well," she smiled almost coyly at him. "You can't tell me you didn't envision them wrapped around you," she pointed at his reflection. "I saw your thoughts. You're probably thinking of that now. And I assure you, I could do that. I could also wrap them about your neck and crush your windpipe,' She smoothed her dress, considering. "After that? My abdomen, perhaps? I tried to wear this to show off those aspects..." she trailed off, frowning. She knew most men cared for breasts, but hers weren't particularly spectacular. Oh they were form. The silken fabric wrapping about them demonstrated that, as it barely needed to help support. But they weren't huge. Her slender frame wouldn't allow it. her hips flared, but subtly. Perhaps her lips? Or maybe her chiseled features? She pursed her lips, trying to deduce the puzzle, resisting the urge to see what about her attracted Alrick. Probably just her availability, and the guarantee he had that he could do to her as he willed.
 
She was ... what would be the word adorable in some ways, though if she heard of that particular word in his head she would probably kill him painfully but yeah that's what she was like in some of her pouty complains.

But looking at her from behind in the mirror body barely touching hers were a sensual experience. He loved her uncertainty and how she was forced to look at herself differently which had exactly been the goal. He chuckled at her unique description of her legs though he had been thinking about how they would wrap themselves around him when she mentioned how tall they were.

Then she went silent and he did notice where her eyes had lingered the most. He moved closer pressing himself against her back and his hands came around her and grabbed both her breasts from behind squeezing the perfectly soft full breasts. "So that's what you think that your breasts are't attractive enough?"

He shook his head as he caught her gaze giving her breast another squeeze and let them go. "I would have ripped off the top to show you but let's see how much you know yourself shall we. Your breasts are beautiful and perfect you dolt. Now tell me about them why they are prefect, why a man would want them. And if you can't make me think about them lust after them with your words I'm really gonna spank you this time."
 
There he was again, pressing against her. Without the mental link, some of Calli's old disgust came back, and it flitted across her face for a moment. The reach, his hands upon her breasts, didn't help matters either. Her muscles stiffened, body tightening for a few moments. Fists clenched and the beauty looked about ready to show him just how powerful those legs of her could be. his question had her brow furrowing.

"I didn't say anything about--" she began, only to realize that he was staring. Then he gave her chest a squeeze, and Calli moved to intercept. The next words nearly had her flushing: what was with him and treating her like some kind of object? no, she needed to get over that. The whole pleasure slave business meant precisely that: men treating her like she was something they could use to get off. Didn't mean that Calli had to like it, but she had to learn to at least tolerate it.

The backhanded compliment made that easier. She almost started at that, as he insisted that her breasts were perfect. "You're joking, right?" she said, actually turning to look at him. The next words had her eyes narrowing. "I'd just love to see you try," she replied, before looking at her reflection. Her breasts were perfect? What the fuck made him say something like that? Didn't most men prefer larger breasts? A chest that they could do something with?

"They're firm," she said after those silent questions. "Naturally firm, to the point where I don't need to have a bra for support unless I want the extra cover," she pursed her lips, clearly trying to figure out exactly what he wanted her to say. What would be sexy? They weren't large... "They're... they're perky," she volunteered, "the sort of breasts that display youth and beauty without looking too obscene or unnatural. And they suit my slender frame quite well,' she looked back at him, frowning. "I'd imagine that men would probably want to squeeze them to test them? But there's not going to--" She let out a sigh of frustration. Describing one of her least favorite body parts was not part of seduction training. "Why are we bothering with this? I'm not a poet. I don't need to tell men about my breasts. They can see them." She gestured toward her own reflection, before turning to face him, eyes narrowing into those dangerous slits again.
 
He let her fume and loved her patience was tried and how she managed to control her outburst. He knew the risk of him angering her, her losing her cool at the difficulty of this mission, this training and actually ending up attacking her. He didn't think she would consciously really try to hurt him but emotions were running high and she could actually loose control. But she was well worth that risk.

It was endearing and also sad to see her so flustered describing herself praising herself and he let her continue. "You need to describe them and more importantly you need to feel good about them because you need to feel yourself alluring and sexy and gorgeous not someone as who if maybe lucky get be picked as a pleasure companion. Because a woman who finds herself irresistibly beautiful carries herself in a certain way that make others look at her differently."

"So you didn't really do good you realize that right. Not only you weren't confident about them, you talked about them in so mechanical manner. Your breasts are soft and full, firm enough to hold that enticing natural shape without any support, they feel so good in one's hand to feel and squeeze. And you have large nipples sexy goes erect at the brush of a finger. And they and so sensitive that playing with them makes you drip." He described her breasts in a lewd and sultry word completely ignoring her narrowed eyes. "That is a description that is true and makes you think of naughty, exciting thoughts. That's the kind of thing you should feel about these beauties." He said brushing a finger about her breast.

"Now I want you to bare your breasts and look at them in the mirror, feel how they are. See if you can feel them in the ways a man would feel, I would feel about them. I want you to touch them, feel them .. treat them right. And if you want I will look away while you do that", that was a test of course and he was curious if she would realize that.

"But one word before I forgot. Given how you are threatening me I'm guessing you forgot even though you should know about even in your limited knowledge about pleasure companion. You do realize that you will need to be spanked as part of your training right. Trainers and client alike love to spank a sexy ass and you do have one that's very very sexy ... another thing you completely fail to mention by the way. You are have to learn not to kill everyone around when you get spanked. And a whole lot of pleasure companion would orgasm from a good spanking and everyone would drench herself for sure." He finished eyes twinkling in challenge wondering how she would take that information.
 
Feel good about herself? Calli's eyes narrowed again. "I don't feel bad about myself!" she blurted, throwing her hands in the air. The motion made her dress jingle against itself, likely drawing attention to the quivering muscles, so much dangerous beauty just barely being contained. The agent's gaze hardened, though she also realized something else: he had just called her irresistibly beautiful. No one referred to Calli like that. They might have said lewd things about her, whistled while she passed... once. But they didn't insist that she revel in her beauty.

No, he did that because he wanted to get her flustered, again. She folded her arms just under her chest. His continual discussion of them made her uncomfortable, made her shift. It sounded so... lewd, yet it almost felt like he was still holding back. Like he could've gone a step further if he wanted, but he wanted to just tease her. She felt his finger go to her breast, and she just let him.

"You're the one who set this up to be medical,' mumbled Calli, not at all thrilled at having her lack of success pointed out to her. Nor was she thrilled about his next suggestion. Oh, she saw the test, heard the implication. Telling him to look away would be considered a failure, and honestly rather stupid given that he'd already ogled her, touched her, and came upon her face.

Wait, spanking was part of the training? "You told me to mention my best parts!" she snapped, waving an arm. "Not---" she frowned. "Wait... are you suggesting that everything about me is--" she looked at her reflection, then back. "And companions would probably cum from all sorts of things. I don't have to be a 'good' companion: I just have to pass," she flicked her hand, brushing aside her hair. In the same gesture, she tugged, pulling her breasts out from her top. The two almost perfectly round orbs greeted their vision. Her hands fell to give them a squeeze, feeling her soft flesh wrapped about the firm chest. She tested it, almost like it were a ripe fruit.

"If you think my breasts are so appealing," she said, pausing to meet his gaze, "then you should be staring too," she pointed out, shifting to look at herself in the mirror. She looked ridiculous, didn't she? Frowning, Calli played with her chest, letting her dexterous fingers splay over them. They closed, catching her nipples and giving it a slight pull. It felt... strange. But that was how he would feel them, right?

Confidence. She needed to display confidence. That, Calli could do. She started working her chest, squeezing, pulling, letting her hands roam to test their heft, to give the nipples a slight tweak. She pulled them a bit, feeling the slight twinge before releasing. Where was the excitement in this, exactly? She didn't see it, and was almost tempted to jump into Alrick's mind to try and see just what was so erotic about a woman playing with her chest.
 
"Yess that's what I'm saying. There really isn't anything about your appearance that's not attractive if you present yourself like if you are confident in yourself, if you let yourself feel sensual, arousing.

"You might not need to cum from spanking but you have to learn to take a spanking. It's almost given that you will be given one before the mission is over. You cannot act angry or have a outburst let alone get violent and throw your master to the wall which I'm sure you are gonna do if you go without any practice. Tell me if I'm wrong."

He watched her breasts letting his appreciation show in the flared heat of his eyes watching those two perfect orbs. She touched herself, squeezed those soft flesh, tugging at the nipples making his fingers ache to replace her. But it seems that her inhibition was too much to let her feel the natural pleasure in this action.

He shook his head as he came closer. "And you said you don't need training. A woman who wouldn't appreciate her own beauty, who cannot enjoy her own body. It's as if you have decided that you cannot enjoy yourself sexually as if that would make you a bad agent. I don't know if it would or not but I'm pretty sure you have subconsciously trained yourself to block your natural feeling until that became your new normal. I don't know what to do to be honest given how quickly you want to be done with this."

He stood there thoughtful for a moment even though his eyes enjoyed her topless state. "You can look into my mind if you want and see what a woman looks like when she is touching herself", and he flooded his mind with a vision of watching a tall sensual woman playing with her breasts sitting with her legs spread and he could see her bare mound in the vision and her soft moans and the erect nipples and the wetness glistening her lips and his feeling of desire in that moment. "Or maybe you want to try the fruit to lower your mental blockage?"
 
Confident, sensual, arousing, they did seem to go together rather well, didn't they? Still, Calli wasn't quite as sold on the actual need for this to happen. Why couldn't she fake it? Wait, training, of course. She nearly sighed with frustration, particularly as he insisted that she'd need to be spanked at some point in time. She could understand where that was going: he intended to give her spanking training. At the rate this was going, they'd need to spend at least a few days just training and prepping her. It was frustrating, but she didn't see a way around it.

"Clearly there's a lot we'll have to accomplish training wise,' she allowed, sighing. She could feel her hands still playing with her breasts, kneading the flesh, pulling at it. It still felt... mostly clinical, more than anything else. The sensations sometimes felt good, but she failed to see what the point was in this.

Apparently it showed, as he approached her. She looked at him in the mirror. The first comment had her frowning, and she nearly smacked or punched him outright. Hadn't she said, repeatedly to stop treating her like an idiot?

"Why does it matter if-- no, no more fruit," she said, shaking her head. "I don't trust that stuff, and I'd rather not have to rely on... aids to get it done," she met his gaze, reaching out with her mind. She could see the woman, clearly enjoying herself. What was she doing different from Calli? The agent couldn't see it, though she could at least understand the goal here.

"Look," she said, shifting, "I just don't get what's supposed to be arousing about this. it's training: you're telling me to just..." she gave her nipple a pull, "handle myself. I can see your picture, but I don't feel that way, at all." Finally she sighed, and waved at him. "I must be doing it wrong. Why don't you try and show me? Maybe there's something you can do that will..." she gestured, "trigger, something. I promise not to threaten you. We need to get this done."

And oh, did she want to just get this over with.
 
He smiled inwardly at her change. She was slowly starting to realize there are things about herself, things about sex that she didn't know and she will need to learn them if she were to succeed in her mission. It was fun to see her uncertainty and despite her that almost outbursts. She was a little frustrated and a little angry too that she needed his help and he enjoyed that knowing that it would continue to turn things in his favor.

Even as she said know to the fruit he went brought a new one and pushed it into her hand. "You don't have to eat it .. but I want to give you the option. And just for using it you won't get dependent on the fruit for your assignment. It wasn't strictly true probably in the short term but it wasn't really false either but she didn't need know the intricate details.

"What it will do is counteract the too logical, too controlled part of your agent training. Your reaction to your body and physical pleasure isn't normal it's muted compared to a regular person because of your psychic training, because of your agent training. You think and analyze too much for you to let go which is all sexual pleasure is about. At least that's my understanding of things"

He moved closer pressing his body against her and grabbed both her full breasts and started playing with them gently as she had asked. "You don't have to eat it as I said. Anyway relax ... and try to let go, seep into my mind. I will try to show you how it feels for me and share a little of what a woman usually feels. Reveal in your beautiful breasts ... I need you to get wet, your sweet tight pussy leaking." As he said the lewd words his hands gently kneaded her breast, squeezing them with the perfect level of pressure, his thumb always teasing her large nipples.

"Such beautiful breast", he moaned softly and kissed her bare arms as he caught her gaze in the mirror. "Such nipples", he whispered as he showed how sensual and alluring she felt in his arms getting fondled and teased. His cock was throbbing with lust and it poked her on the back as his finger pinched and tugged both her nipples at the same time as bit lightly on her skin.
 
She wasn't going to eat it. Simple as that. Calli was tempted to outright say as much, but she figured it was best to at least pretend to be civil. A huge part of her wanted to outright punch him or to give him a mental blast, to do something to vent her frustrations. But she knew she had to do the work at hand, and that required holding her tongue and waiting while he kept right on blathering on and on.

"You really like hearing yourself talk," she mumbled, glowering at him while he moved. She could feel him moving, and the touch of his fingers upon her chest did feel at least a little pleasing. Calli took a deep breath, relaxing muscles. At least she didn't have the instinctive reaction to start hitting him for this. Her mind extended out, picking up on the lustful thoughts. How women would squirm, become aroused, gain pleasure from having their breasts worked over. How the nipples became sights of pleasure.

Her gaze locked onto them as she heard the words, caught the connotation. They hardened, stiffened into bullets. Apparently having them fondled and teased was... alluring? Again, Calli didn't quite understand. Something pressed against her back, and she gasped, arching slightly as she felt him pressing. Her hand fell back, and she quickly realized what it was.

"Already?" she asked, running her fingers along it. She'd done this. Her. The idea made her swell slightly with praise, and she ran a hand along her taut stomach. Her gaze lidded as she felt him teasing, pulling, pinching her breasts. Little bursts of pleasure were at least shooting some. Calli pushed into his mind a bit, trying to figure out the correct behavior, how women reacted to this, or perhaps to link some of his arousal to her own...
 
He still had the touch Alrick congratulated himself as her body responded. He loved how the feel of her breast change as she started to get aroused and noticing the she herself found out how her nipples stiffened into erect points. He loved showing her the signs of arousal in her own body and couldn't wait to play with her tight weeping pussy and show her just how wild a woman she was.

He could feel her relaxing and slowly ... very slowly starting to believe in her own allure. Her gasp was sexy and she in term made him gasp as her fingers found him. "I am a bit insatiable ... that's one of the thing even if it's not the primary one that makes me such a good trainer. But this is all you. You have no idea what you can do to a man", he said in a husky voice.

"Slip your fingers inside and hold me. As you look at your beautiful body, your stiff nipples ... see what my touch do to you, feel what your beauty does to me. And slip your other hand into your bottom, you don't have to do anything just cup yourself ", he gave her a flash of image of a woman gently cupping and teasing herself." And his mind would show her how attractive he found her to be and what delicious wicked thing he would teach her and do to her.
 
Insatiable was the word for it. Hungry. Just touching his mind caused some of that hunger to seep into Calli. Through the distorted vision, she could see the beautiful agent before her as a sexual creature, as someone who inspired lust and feelings of great desire within someone else. His idea, his claim that she could inspire lust, could arouse a man, seeped into her. That desire to be arousing started to seep into her mind. Her body undulated slightly as the thought worked through.

Inside? Inside where? Calli searched for the answer even as she felt his fingers gliding across her. Her hand dipped back, felt his throbbing cock again. Already so hard, and all because of her. She did this to him. The idea filled her with more pleasure, lidded her eyes further, made her nearly purr.

Her hand delved, moved upon her ass. She felt the soft flesh there. The tender, feminine skin covering a rock hard ass. The rounded flesh had absolutely firmness. She could feel it against her hand now. It rolled, pressing against his throbbing cock. A flex had her cheeks pushing against him, almost bouncing his cock against her back. Her hand slid, fingers brushing against him as she slid it over her ass. The attraction slid into her, his images and desires making her feel attractive even to herself. Made her grasp her own ass with more vigor than was necessary. Made her fingers explore.

Where did he want to go? Her mind searched, her hands starting to follow. The agent leaned back slightly, as if to allow him further access. She could feel his thoughts, his emotions, and she knew to follow suit. her gaze remained locked on her half bared body, seeing the man just behind her, looming, waiting to give her more instructions, to begin debauching her further.
 
Alrick gave a soft growl as her hand found his throbbing cock, the jutting arousal had finally pushed itself free of the browser so her hand hold the bare hot skin of his cock. His own desire flared even higher as he watched her reaction to his arousal. He could tell that she loved arousing him, him who she trying to berate a little while ago.

It was sexy watching her uncertainly explore her body, those fabulous ass cheeks. She was changing, turning and getting aroused. It was in every motion of her body, in the way her eyes flutter, in the soft sounds of arousal she made. He squeezed her breasts, full and aching as she leaned back. "So beautiful", he whispered. One hand let go off her breast and pulled her hand wrapping her hand around him with a gasp before he returned his hand to wok with her breast.

"I want you to guide me between your legs Callona ... not in your pussy so don't be afraid. Just between your thigh, humping you", he filled her mind with lewd sensual images of hunger. "I want you coat my cock with your desire, make me wet ... show me how much you have come to appreciate and enjoy your beautiful lush body.

"Mhmmm ... can you do that for me", he whispered in a low husky voice, his arousal, his lust broadcasting to her mind, his lust mingling with her mounting desire.
 
She was hot. The agent stared at her reflection, seeing the flared nipples, the undulating form, the tautness. This was a woman who aroused; she was arousing, arousing him. She could feel his hard cock throbbing, pushing against her ass. It wanted her; she wanted... did she want it? She wanted it inside her, did she? She groaned as she felt him squeezing, her body arching against him, leaning back, jutting out and moving, almost curling upon him.

Fingers closed and she pumped his cock, almost absently. She could feel his pulsing arousal between her fingers, knew he did that. The arousal pumped inside her as well. To slide in, to take the cock, to feel it puncturing her tight flesh. Words came, but again, thoughts proceeded. Tight thighs parted slightly, cloth shifting about them. The body leaned back, grinding fabric, sliding. She moved, flipping the bright fabric aside, granting him better access.

"You want me," she whispered, her hands adjusting. She grabbed his cock, squeezing it. "You know who I am, but you want me all the same," an undulation, and she slid her ass along him. Hot wet lips kissed him. "You want to feel my tight little pussy--you know it's virginal,' she leaned back, breathing hotly into his ear, feeding from him. "You want to shove your dick inside me,' she closed her thighs, catching his thick cock. She moved, rolling her hips down. "God, your lust... it's so infectious."

She shuddered, squeezing, a little of her arousal drizzling down his cock. Hips rolled, thighs pulling at his flesh. They almost fell down, gliding cock along lips. "But you know you can't. Because a virginal slave is worth so much more, can get further. You know you can do better, that I'm worth more unpentrated," she shivered ,rolling her hips. Her eyes looked to herself, seeing the arousing, erotic image, her hot, luscious body undulating, every part of her almost grinding against him. Lips parted, and Calli could've sworn she could almost see the steam. What---she was deep, wasn't she? But fuck, it felt so good...
 
He could see her arousal mounting, her feeding of his own lust, of his sensual expert ministration both working together to bringing down her reservation.

He gasped at her tight grip touching and stroking him. Her voice whispered in a tone that so was so sensual and exciting, dripping lust in every syllable. Her reaction like that such an eager sensual creature, it made his cock twitch and leak. Her body leaned back, her moist breath warmed his skin as his hands in her breasts squeezed supporting her as she pushed herself back against him.

"Your tight needy pussy, dripping like a faucet", he hissed whispering back shocked at the lewdness of her words. He moaned softly as she talked about her virgin pussy .. of his desire to fuck her needy hole. "Every single inch", he hissed before her thigh closed on him and het dripping pussy lips slid along his lusty shaft as she undulated her hips coating him with her desire.

"Youuu", he growled, his teeth biting into her soft skin, his breathing harsh and panting as she reminded him of her virginal status, of the price of such status. "Fuckk", he thought to himself silently ... this was the time to remember such a thing. His cock ached and she shivered as she moved so sensual against him, on his thick throbbing cock. He looked at her eyer burning with his desire, such a sensual wild creature. His lust burned even fighting, mingling with her own hunger as his need to take her almost overwhelmed him. His mind filled with a powerful image of her wet eager pussy clenching tight on him, taking him balls deep.

His voice was dark and hungry and he didn't care if his next words were professional or not. "I don't care ... of the price. I don't want a slaver to be your first", he growled. It's definitely count in same light of a trainer fucking his charge given the nature of the training but there definitely is a level above the rest where a untouched woman is the most exquisite creature specially with the need to train them like that, a most difficult job. Those pleasure whores are not the most exquisitely trained but they have their demand.
 
Yes, her sex leaked. The arousal pumping out of him, through her, kept circling, growing more and more desirous with each pass. She could feel his thick, hard cock just grazing her sensitive lips. Each hip roll drew the hot wet about, sloppily kissing him. Constant heat poured from her, while her softness lay just against his massive hardness.

A flash: the image of a thick cock plundering her folds. Skewering her sex and sending rippling pleasure throughout. Would it actually feel that good for her? Or was that just his pleasures seeping into her. Oh, she had no doubt that it would feel good for him. And likely if she delved deep and completely linked herself, she'd at least feel it. But still, that wasn't the lesson.

His next words had her smiling, almost laughing. "Now where's that professionalism?" she asked, rolling her hips for a moment. "So sorry to disappoint you," she peeled away from him, turning, "but you know we can't. To diminish my value means I can't get to places I need to be," she smiled. "The mission comes first," doubtless he'd be a little surprised at how quickly she'd turned. One moment, teasing, almost writhing, the next, professional. But her mind was still sharp, Calli still very much in control of herself and her senses. Even were she not, she wouldn't betray her mission, not while riding borrowed senses.

Still, she put a little more distance between them, not trusting Alrick's control. She watched him carefully. Calli could almost have taken him without her powers, just on training and skill alone. Now, fully linked? He'd have little chance. "I think someone," she said, her voice sliding closer to the icy tone from before, "needs a break," she gestured toward his throbbing loins. "And I'm not referring to me."
 
Her return from that moment of impending surrender was swift and almost shocking and it took three deep breath to calm Alrick's racing heart and for him to gain control of his faculty. "That was most impressive agent Callona. I am pleased despite the discomfort for myself". He was able to give a convincing chuckle.

"I must say you were most seductive and I would love a taste of that weeping pussy though be sure not because it's a virginal pussy but because it's your pussy", he said which actually was true despite how corny that sounded. She was a strong, capable woman and that's her allure for Alrick. "But it wasn't actually as unprofessional as you think. Some wants pleasure whores who are fully trained in using all three of her holes exquisitely and they would command the highest price, the ones directly out of a training house and not from another client that is. That is definitely second tier. But there are a certain set of clients for whom the most desired trait is what you surmised a woman who had never been penetrated. Well even that is not technically completely true usually. They are to some degree trained with thin wooden phalluses." He described some the process to distract them both and also enjoy teasing her with a little vulgarity of the description.

"But regardless the way you responded to my touch and let yourself go, the needy sensual moves, the way your body became aroused and responsive was beautiful and exactly what we need to train you for. Now we need to figure out how you can safely do that without piggybacking on my mind. And while I find your return to control impressive, definitely a testament to your training and capacity as an agent", he gave her a smile at those words knowing she would like that and they were true, "but I think there is another contributing factor that you don't really believe that the pleasure you saw for a woman in my mind was unrealistic just like you initially thought that being touched, being teased cannot be any fun."

He looked thoughtful for a moment completely ignoring her presence. "Need to figure out what we train on next". He casually pointed out to his arousal, "and thanks for the concern but I have trained with arousal many a times. That is part of the job. A true trainer appreciates the beauty of his charges more than anyone else. So arousal comes with the territory.

"So you have touched your breasts ... but do we train you on how to touch yourself fully .. I mean use your fingers like you saw the woman do in my mind or do you want to train with a wooden phallus." He quickly added, "I'm giving you the choice this time around. One more thing I do forget sometimes that you are not a regular woman. The first penetration usually have an emotional aspect to it for a woman. You sure it's not an issue for you that it might be an actual slaver or criminal that will most likely take you?", he asked in a casual tone actually completely uncertain if she is truly don't care about that fact or just haven't thought it from that angle in her pride.

"You do make rapid progress lady Callona."
 
While Alrick kept talking (big surprise), Calli worked to redress herself. She shifted the dress back to cover up her breast, listening as he kept talking all the same. He made excuses for his behavior, again assuming that she didn't know anything about the situation. Calli was honestly tempted to see if there were other people she could contact about this: Alrick's methods, his nonstop lecturing, his insistence on acting like a derogatory asshole, made him highly unappealing.

At least he acknowledged that she made progress. She had to roll her eyes as he kept going. "You talk quite a good deal for someone who's supposedly a master at pleasure,' she mumbled, half tempted to add that the talk was anything but appealing. Clearly he intended to keep training here and now. Calli folded her arms under her breasts, giving him a tired look.

"Why would I care who ends up taking me first?" she asked, quirking a brow. "You're assuming it'll actually come to that. I'm just investigating and entering. There are ways," she flicked her fingers through the dress, before running her fingers along it again. Oh look, more complements. Again, Calli rolled her eyes, not bothering to hide it now. "Neither of the two options you suggested are necessary for the infiltration." She flicked her fingers dismissively, before looking for an exit. It was time for a break, and she'd had enough of Alrick, at least for the time being. If he wanted to try training her further, he'd have to try doing something besides talking nonstop in a clinical fashion and attempting to push her into activities without any incentive or setup.
 
"I'm talking a lot because I am giving you a choice and explaining things to you so that you quickly grasp our culture and practices. I know it looks strange and foreign to you and you are very dismissive about it. A usual pleasure companion has little to discuss with her trainer or for him to listen."

He watched her cover herself saw her retreating from the moment of relaxation and surrender. He could tell once again she was in agent mode and trying to get away from him and training and he have to figure out how to push things back into the rhythm.

"Oh I'm sure you will try a quick in and out and you might succeed. But with any other assignment you will be prepared for the eventuality that you will have to be under cover for much longer." He gave her a placating smile, "We can take a break. I think we both could use some food and drink. I think the ambassador had arranged for you familiar food for your first day. Even though he hadn't expected to truly need it he had made arrangement. She was an agent after all and they had little time, so her food was spiked quite liberally with the juice.

"I want you to think about this training in the mean time. You can think of me in any way you want", he said as he moved away from her going through some of his things a little dismissive of her, "but the truth you are afraid of what some of things make you feel. How uncharacteristic you feel even though it's exactly the character of a pleasure companion. Think about if you want to be trained properly or fight your instinct."
 
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