The Hotel Transform Stories

The Hotel Part Two: ‘What’s the point?’
by Deborah Ford

1.  Bed

I have no idea how long we continued our walking. I did know
that my feet, ankles and calves ached. I desperately needed to
sit down, have the heels unlocked and climb into bed.

When Miss Steel finally arrived to take us for our evening meal
we were completely exhausted. There were no clocks in the room,
but we must have been parading around for at least an hour. I
noted that as Miss Steel led us out of the room into the
corridor we ‘girls’ automatically and blindly walked in the
manner that had been so severely proscribed for us.

Miss Steel walked on ahead, barking occasionally at us: “bottoms
wriggling girls”, or “don’t forget those palms,” or “backs
straight, boobs pointed forwards.” I did not think that any of
us needed reminding and interestingly Miss Steel did not bother
to check that we complied with her commands. It was if she knew
we would.

We were shown into a small caf‚ like room. There must have been
12 tables each with four straight seats. The room was bare and
functional save for a small counter behind which a kitchen lay.
Two exhausted looking maids, with the usual blond hair, maids
outfits and name tags sat at a table and sat bolt upright when
Miss Steel entered. They rose briskly, almost knocking over the
table in their haste, fashioned two curtsies before, with a
regal wave of the hand, Miss Steel deigned that they may sit
down again.

The two maids eyed us warily as we sat at a table near the door.

I was so grateful to get off my heels at long last that I
stretched my legs and bent them in an effort to invigorate them.

“Service!” Miss Steel crisply shouted and a male maid raced from
the kitchen with a pen and pad.

“Miss Steel,” curtseyed the maid with a concerned look on her
carefully made up features.

“You should have been faster girl,” Miss Steel said sharply.

“Yes Miss Steel.” Another curtsey.

“Before bed ask someone to give you six spanks on your bare
bottom.”

“Yes Miss Steel,” a little bob.

I watched the exchange open mouthed.

Miss Steel spoke with disdain, “a jug of water, four glasses,
salad sandwiches, a choice of fruit for desert.”

“Yes Miss Steel,” A quick bob and she retreated, relieved, to
the kitchen.

Never had salad sandwiches felt so satisfying. It might as well
have been a full roast dinner. The water was downed quickly and
the maid from the kitchen replenished it with more cool water.

Whilst we ate Miss Steel busied herself with a clipboard hanging
on the wall. It was labelled ‘roster’ and had a long list of
names along with a column marked duties.

Feeling relaxed and silkily sexy in my outfit I rubbed my thighs
together to feel the gorgeous, sensuous stockings. I stroked my
hand over the hem of the dress feeling my mind swirl as it had
done when Miss Jaguar was teasing me sexually.

Of course my thingie hardened in its confines reminding me of my
desperate need to come and the unrelenting, now painful, denial
to even erect.

I sighed.

Fruit was brought to the table and I chose and ate a peach. The
other girls, er male maids, took their choices. We said nothing.
We were grateful to be resting and eating.

When we had finished Miss Steel told us to follow her again.

We were led deeper down the corridor. I felt fearful. Every step
took us further from the door through which we had entered and
further into the depths of the hotel.

Sharon walked before me, with Shelly and Tracy behind. I noticed
how Sharon’s bottom wiggled attractively under her short dress
and how good her legs looked in the high heels. In a flash I
realised that I too must look the same from the rear and
suddenly my thingie responded by trying ineffectually to
inflate.

The sooner I was allowed to remove it and relieve myself the
better.

Miss Steel turned down another corridor lined with doors and
stopped.

I was getting a sense of how big the Hotel was.

“Right girls. You will have an early night tonight. Each of
these rooms is equipped for four maids. When you are allocated
a room you will hurry along to it and enter. The maids who are
already there will show you how to prepare yourself. Inspection
will be in one hour. Sharon, room 14.”

Sharon paused for a moment, looking frantically at Miss Steel
and then the rest of us. She desperately wanted to say something
but thought better of it, curtseyed and sashayed her way to her
room.

“Debbie room 22.”

“Yes Miss Steel,” I curtseyed and set off down the corridor
anxious to show Miss Steel that I walked perfectly.

I hesitated outside Room 22 for a moment. To enter it felt like
walking further into the trap. Where was my darling wife, Linda?
Surely she would have noticed my absence by now and be asking
the staff after me. Then the mistake could be rectified. I was
not looking for real maid training like this, simply a little
weekend thrill.

I saw the other girls enter their rooms so I turned the handle
and entered the softly lit bedroom.

2. The Bedroom

Three male maids sat on their beds in their underwear chatting.
Yes chatting. They were speaking freely!

I stepped inside and the door closed behind me. I turned as soon
as I heard it slam shut. It had sounded so final, like a prison
door. I was horrified to see that the door did not have an
internal handle. How could we open it?

Two of the blondes were sitting on a bed and seemed quite happy,
the third was sitting on the second double bed and was decidedly
morose.

“I’m Samantha,” said one the happy girls, “this is Trisha and
that miserable tart is Dog.”

The two girls giggled at the discomfort of ‘Dog’ who folded her
arms over her waist cincher and pouted. “Bitches!”

They wore the same underwear as I. All black, tight fitting and
silky smooth.

“And your name?” Samantha asked.

“Debbie,” I replied. I felt that my real name might garner me
further punishment on my tender bottom. “Are we allowed to
speak?” I whispered shakily.

The girls giggled. “Maids alone can speak to each other. But
beware if you are tidying a room you never know when an ‘adult’
might be around.”

“An adult?” What were they talking about?

Trisha rose and headed for a small bathroom with toilet and
shower. “That’s what the guests and staff are called. We are
girls.”

“Oh.”

“You are sluts!” squeaked Dog spitefully.

The two girls giggled loudly at this.

I noticed how effeminately they all spoke. Clearly they were
gays and would welcome this situation. I desperately need to
tell someone in authority about their mistake regarding me.

“Poor Dog,” Samantha said bitchily. “she upset one of the adults
and he caned her and then renamed her Dog.”

Dog looked pitifully at me. “My name was Cherry and I really
liked that name. He was a real bastard to do that to me!”

“You know the rules darling!” Trisha said emerging from the
bathroom with a glass of water. “What they want, they get.”

“And I bet they get that from you two tonight!” Dog said
sharply.

Samantha and Trisha lost their smiles and glared darkly at Dog.
“Well,” Trisha spat, “hadn’t you better get ready for
inspection?”

Dog scowled at them but rose and went to the bathroom where she
closed the door.

“Nothing to worry about in here,” Samantha said reassuringly.
“Just take off your dress and hang it neatly in one of the
wardrobes. “Use the toilet and then we’ll show you what to do.”

“It’s not so bad,” Trisha said softly but not particularly
convincingly.

After I had used the toilet, sitting down of course!, as my
chastity belt prevented me from weeing any other way, I cleaned
my teeth.

When I returned to the bedroom Dog was sitting on the bed in the
same outfit but with a diaphanous pretty black shortie nightie
on. Around her neck she wore a black choker from the front of
which hung a small metal loop.

I removed my dress and hung it up and nervously faced the girls.

Trisha opened a drawer and handed me an identical nightie to the
one Dog wore.

I pulled it on over my underwear. Trisha then produced my name
tag saying ‘Debbie’ and clipped it above my left boob. “You must
always wear a name tag Debbie.”

“It’s the only way they know us apart,” Samantha explained.

That made sense. With our uniform blond hair, makeup and maid’s
outfits you would have to move in very close to recognise any of
us.

Next Trisha attached a small black collar around my neck. I
stood passively whilst she connected it. I felt the tinkle of
the metal hoop at the front. I was getting butterflies again.

“Come on Dog,” pleaded Trisha, “you don’t want Debbie punished
do you? Get on with your preparations!”

Dog pouted, brushed back her blond hair and went to a drawer. I
noticed that Samantha and Trisha shared a little joke between
them selves.

I was gobsmacked at what Dog returned with. A black penis shaped
dildo.

Dog looked at it hatefully and then licked its head. She closed
her eyes and started moaning in pleasure as she licked and
sucked on the dildo. When it was completely wet and glistening
she looked pleadingly at Samantha. “Please?”

Samantha smiled warmly, “ok”, and took the wet dildo from Dog.

Dog turned around and faced the bed, bent over with her knees
bent. She reached around and with an effort pulled the tight
panties down to just below her arse cheeks.

Her bottom was fiery red. It must have really burned. Samantha
pushed the dildo gently up into her arse hole and Dog began
muttering: “Yes, yes, yes, please ” like a chant.

Samantha gave a little push and head slipped in to her. Dog’s
mutterings increased in passion. “Yes, please oh yes, oh yes.
Please ”

Samantha smiled sweetly. “If you had behaved like this you’d
still be Cherry!”

Dog groaned.

Samantha then pushed it home so that only the enlarged, rounded
end remained outside. She then flicked a small red switch at the
base of the plastic and it began to hum.

Dog pulled up her panties and stood straight with a little
wriggle. There was now no sign of the arousal I had heard whilst
it was being pushed into her.

Trisha took my arm and led me up to Dog whispering, “don’t worry
Debbie that’s one indignity you won’t suffer tonight.”

Not tonight, not ever I thought to myself!

Trisha pushed me until I was face to face with Dog. We were
about the same height do that our noses touched. I felt her
attach a short stout chain between our chokers and panicked when
I realised that she had secured me to Dog. I tried to pull back
but only tugged Dog painfully towards me. We nearly kissed.

“Ouch!” squealed Dog, in that gay voice of hers. “Be careful.”

“Yes hold still,” Trisha said crouching down at our hips with a
second short length of chain.

I could not believe it as it happened. She chained my chastity
belt to Dog’s. We were joined Siamese style at the neck and
groin.

Trisha patted my bottom. “Don’t worry darling you’ll get used to
it.”

I looked terrified straight at Dog’s bitter face. Dog seeing my
fear seemed to relax. A smile lit up her face and she kissed me
on my nose. “It’s all right Debbie.”

Suddenly the door opened and Miss Jaguar entered. The
temperature of the place immediately changed to the dark
fearsome mood I had felt back in the training room.

“Miss Jaguar !” I heard the two free girls say as the curtsied.

“So you have dates do you?” Miss Jaguar said bitterly to
Samantha and Trisha, both of whom responded with a curtsied “yes
Miss Jaguar!”

“Men?”

“Yes Miss Jaguar!”

I noticed Miss Jaguar ‘s eyes narrow. “you’re so easy aren’t
you!”

“Yes Miss Jaguar.”

“Right, go then sluts.”

“Yes Miss Jaguar ,” they bobbed as they fled through the open
door.

Miss Jaguar approached us and I felt my heart thump like a steam
hammer. It did not improve my disposition to see that if
anything Dog was even more apprehensive.

Miss Jaguar checked our tags. “Oh Debbie!” She seemed to
brighten up. “Don’t worry girl I suspect that you wont have many
evenings in. And Dog .” Miss Jaguar grabbed hold of Dogs chin
and shook it harshly. “Dog! I take it you have been naughty
Dog!”

“Yes Miss Jaguar,” tears welled in Dog’s eyes, “sorry Miss
Jaguar.”

“Was it a woman you annoyed?”

“No Miss Jaguar!”

The grip lessened and Miss Jaguar smiled benignly. “Then you
will not receive a further beating from me.”

“Yes Miss Jaguar, thank you Miss Jaguar.” I felt the tug on my
chain as Dog desperately tried to bob a curtsey.

Miss Jaguar reached for the clipboard near the door, which was
identical to the one in the caf‚.

“You’re on waiting tables tomorrow morning.”

“Yes Miss Jaguar.”

Miss Jaguar was thoughtful. “I tell you what. You can help me in
the gym. We’ll move Trisha to the dinning rooms.”

“Yes Miss Jaguar , thank you Miss Jaguar .” Dog sucked up her
tears gratefully.

“Perhaps, if you are very good you can earn yourself a new
name.”

“Yes Miss Jaguar.”

“Like,” Miss Jaguar was playfully thoughtful, “say, Fido?”

Dog winced. “Yes Miss Jaguar, thank you Miss Jaguar.”

Miss Jaguar moved in very close to us. She felt so big and
powerful. She lightly took hold of Dog’s chin, lovingly this
time and kissed her. Dog responded with arousal sounds. I
watched as inches in front of me Miss Jaguar pushed her huge
tongue around Dog’s mouth.

When she finally pulled back Miss Jaguar looked at me with
alluring eyes. “You’re turn Debbie. A good night kiss.

She took hold of the back of my head and held my firmly as her
tongue explored every part of my mouth. I did not know what to
do so I just stood passively and let her do what ever she
wanted.

“There!” Miss Jaguar  said at last. “Better Debbie?”

I tried to curtsey but almost choked. “Yes Miss Jaguar, thank
you Miss Jaguar.”

She smiled benignly. “Good. And I can hear that Dog is well
plugged.”

I too could hear the soft purr of the motor in Dog’s bottom.

“Good night girls. Oh Debbie school tomorrow. You’re uniform is
in one of the wardrobes. White knickers and bra underneath.”

“Yes Miss Jaguar!”

3. The First Night.

It took us ten minutes to get into bed chained together as
tightly as we were. I soon learned that the best way forward was
to cuddle Dog closely and she in turn to hold me. That way
whenever we moved we moved together.

However it had the unwelcome consequence that it was deeply
arousing. Being dressed as I was, was already erotic enough
without having to rub up against someone else similarly attired.

Dog pulled the quilt over us and snuggled up to me.

Perhaps she would know who I should see to explain the awful
error in taking me on for full maids training.

“Er Dog ” I began.

She groaned and tutted. “Cherry was such a nice name. What a
bastard! I’ll hate him for ever!”

“Yes,” I agreed, “now I wonder if you .”

“I would have licked him! I was getting down on my knees just as
he went mad! Impatient bastard!”

“Yes,” was there any point in continuing? She was clearly a
lunatic. I tried again as she began to sob. “It’s just that
there has been a little mistake.”

Dog was now rubbing up against my groin. I tried to shift away
but the chains held us fastened together. She was murmuring now
as if in the heights of ecstasy. I tried again.

“I said there’s been a mistake. I am only meant to be here for
a weekend.”

“Yes,” she gasped hoarsely. “Don’t worry, once you’ve passed
‘the point’ you’ll be ok.”

‘Passed the point’? Was she on drugs? Delirious?

With a grunt she came and once spent cuddled me closely before
then fell asleep.

In the meantime I was in agony. How had she come when she wore
the same chastity belt? My member was desperate for relief but
was locked away in its confines.

I drifted into an uncomfortable sleep, only to be awoken in the
depths of the night by the giggling and shushing pair of Trisha
and Samantha.

“Don’t wake them,” giggled Trisha. “Dog will be really pissed
off if she knows what a good time we have had”.

I heard them undress and use the bathroom. I lay there quiet as
a mouse listening as I heard them begin the chant of pleasure
moans I had heard from Dog when she was sucking the dildo. They
grew in intensity and then I heard knickers being pulled down
and I knew what exactly what they were doing. Yuck!

Finally a switch and humming as the little vibrators were turned
on. They then chained themselves together and rolled under the
quilt.

This was a lunatic asylum and I needed to get out. I bet that
Linda was going frantic searching for me upstairs. She would be
out of her mind with worry about me. But there was nothing I
could do until morning so I closed my eyes and in the soft
burring sound of the air conditioning and the electric humming
of devices I would rather not think about I fell asleep.

The School

The morning shot by.

We were awoken by an alarm call and a key thrown in through the
door. We girls wriggled off the bed. Samantha got it and
unlocked her and Trisha first before giving us the key. Then I
watched stunned as Samantha used the same key to release her
shoes. Oh bliss. We were apparently then allowed to strip off
everything bar the waist cinchers.

The girls then set about pulling the humming devices from their
rectums. This apparently necessitated them saying things like,
“oooh, no, no, please. Oh!”

With the shoes off we had to walk on tip toe until we had
finished our showers. Then we took our outfits from the
wardrobe. The maid’s uniform for them and the school uniform for
me.

The school uniform was as humiliating as the maid’s outfit only
its central colour was white rather than black. Tight white
knickers and bra, white whispy blouse and thin socks. The one
other colour was a grey pleated skirt, which, if anything was
even shorter than the maids dresses.

Obviously I dressed fully of course. I was not going to fall
into the trap of resisting any thing so early on. I would bide
my time until I could have a quiet word with Miss Steel who I
was sure would understand the mistake and arrange for me to find
my wife Linda. Once they realised I was only here for a few days
they would of course go easier on me, release me from this
dreadful chastity belt and allow me the satisfaction of cumming.

The shoes were the sort of shoes a school girl would wear, only
with a higher heel. Needless to stay the strap around the ankle
ended in the usual tiny lock.

I sat forlornly on the end of the bed kicking my legs.

“Don’t worry,” Samantha said sympathetically, “once you’ve
passed the ‘point’ it all becomes a lot easier.”

There was that word ‘point again. I was about to ask what ‘the
point’ was all about when the door flew open and Miss Leopard
was beckoning us out with a short rod.

In the corridor were rows of maids and a few school girls.
Further up I saw a group of secretaries. That was the only way
to describe them. They wore a uniform of blouse, short tight
skirt, stockings and heels; but they also sported half moon
glasses and carried notepads and pencils.

This was clearly an insane world and the sooner I was gone the
better!

We were led away in different directions. Most of the maids were
left pouting and posing in a lift that took them upstairs,
though some continued that silly wiggling finger splayed walk I
had learnt the previous night. A walk I automatically fell into
as I was led, along with 7 other ‘school girls’, down a corridor
towards a set of double doors that looked wholly out of place in
this ultra modern building. They were a set of twin doors with
opaque glass, the sort from old schools.

We were lined up outside the doors and Miss Leopard gratuitously
went down the line slapping each of our exposed thighs with her
rod. One after the other we squealed and rubbed the wound.

“Just pay attention and do as your told!” She snapped having
beaten the last girl.

Just then the double doors opened and the two men who had
tormented me the previous evening emerged. I looked away in case
the dark curly haired fellow spotted me. Though of course
looking exactly the same as the other girls would mean that it
was unlikely he would recognise me.

“Wow,” he laughed. “My favourite fantasy!” he eyed us all
appreciatively and I felt my cheeks warm up.

“Please leave them alone Mister Dawson, we are trying to install
them with discipline,” Miss Leopard said coolly.

“And I am all for that,” he laughed still eyeing us.

I wished I could tug the hem of the skirt down but knew that
even if I was allowed to break my posture the skirt could not be
pulled down even a millimetre.

Then he clocked me.

“Its Debbie from last night!”

Oh no! Now he was next to me.

Miss Leopard hurried us beyond the doors into the school
corridor.

“Hello luscious,” he beamed.

Oh dear, what should I say? I kept my eyes on the blond hair in
front of me and as soon as she swept away I smartly followed.

“See you again!” he said.

My face was glowing like coals.

“Lovely thighs mind,” he admired.

I giggled and Miss Leopard glared so hard at me that my tummy
shivered.

The doors closed behind us and Miss Leopard opened a single
glassed door into a classroom. She kept her eyes fixed firmly on
me.

I pouted. It wasn’t my fault!

“Get in there you sluts!” She snapped.

We paraded in to the classroom that had a blackboard, desks and
even drawings and essays on the wall.

At the front stood a woman in her fifties, standing bolt up
right, about six foot in her heels, crisp white blouse and knee
length skirt. She carried a cane and fierce expression that made
brought me to pose immediately: one knee before the other,
pouting lips.

“This,” Miss Leopard announced, “is Miss Carrington. She will be
your teacher for how ever long it takes.”

Moments later, after Miss Leopard had left us and we were
arranged each next to a desk Miss Carrington took centre stage
before the black board and glared.

“I have never see such a lazy, uncouth, bunch of idle, good for
nothing, sluts in my life!”

Oh dear. Something told me that today would not be a picnic.

“Shoulders back girls!”

We did so.

“Are those knees arranged properly!”

Mine were but I made a determined effort to ensure that they
stayed like that.

“The desk you are next to is the desk that you will keep over
the next two weeks. You keep your mouths shut unless I direct
you otherwise, understood?”

“Yes Miss Carrington,” we bobbed.

With that she groaned and went through the basic elements of
curtseying just as Miss Steel had done the previous night.
Pretty soon we were made clear on the difference between the
curtsey and the bob. Curtseys of course being for when being
introduced or first entering a room and the simpler bob for all
other occasions.

We were even instructed in sitting! Apparently when sitting
thighs must be squashed tight together and then kept tight until
we were directed to stand.

This too was practised until we did it blindly.

Once seated it transpired that only the four of us from last
night were new ‘girls’. The other four had arrived the previous
week. We were told the basics of what would happen during our
stay. I once again resisted the temptation to point out their
mistake. Though I was beginning to become concerned that perhaps
Linda would not be able to find me. After all I looked just the
same as the other maids and my name had been changed.

We were to work 12 hour days, 6 days a week. The rest of the
time we would be in our rooms unless we had a ‘date’. A date was
a meeting with either a guest or member of staff that they
requested. She then waxed lyrical, as if talking to five year
olds, about the pleasures of a date. We could be taken for walks
in the gardens, to the swimming pool or even the restaurants in
The Hotel and be fed and dined. We would be allowed to reply to
any questions with any words we chose, but with the warning that
our ‘date’ could end the assignation when ever he or she chose.

How awful for the other girls I thought. When I was safely back
at home with my feet up in front of the television these silly
sluts would have to please anyone they could in order to be
allowed out of their room or eat properly.

A date would collect us from the wardrobe room and deliver us
back to the wardrobe room. This was found in the maids quarters
and we were only allowed in on date nights and under strict
orders. We were never allowed beyond the bottom basement area
without an ‘adult’.

Again Miss Carrington’s eyes glistened as she droned on about
the wardrobe room, “the favourite room of all good girls. Every
item of clothing you can imagine in your best dreams can be
found there. Silk dresses, tight denim shorts, beautifully
tailored suits ” and so she continued. I must say it did sound
rather interesting. I would not mind a peek in there at those
wonderful sounding clothes.

I soon learnt that an ‘adult’ was anyone of the guests or
members of staff. We were always referred to as girls.

School was every morning for the first two weeks and we would be
given menial jobs in the afternoons.

She hoped that we would all leave here having passed ‘The
Point’. There it was again. I tried a quick sidelong glance at
Sharon next to me but dared not turn fully in case Miss
Carrington saw me. What on earth was The Point?

Apparently we could talk as we wished on dates and in our rooms
so long as we were very girlish. Now I understood the behaviour
of my room mates.

“Right we have a great deal to get through this morning so new
girls, stand and form a line out in front facing the class.”

I looked to Sharon, Tracy and Shelly. We stood up and bobbed a
“yes Miss Carrington,” before self consciously moving to the
front of the class.

The other girls watched us expressionless, sat bolt upright in
their seats behind their desk. I had a feeling that they knew
what was coming.

Mrs Carrington picked up a long whippy cane and flicked it
before us. I felt my knees wobble but I was brave enough to hold
the correct position.

“Now then girls,” she looked at my name tag, “Debbie I want you
to get the box from my desk and hand out one of its contents to
each of your friends. You may then take one for yourself.”

“Yes Miss Carrington,” I bobbed breathlessly.

It was shoe box size and made of wood. I opened it and felt my
head spin. I handed each girl who was standing, one and took one
myself before replacing the box. I looked at the object I now
held knowing what was to come but not daring to imagine it.

“Marie?” Miss Carrington said to one of the experienced school
girls still sitting. “Be a dear and get one yourself. I know you
like it. You can show these new little tykes how to do it.”

“Yes Miss Carrington,” Marie said getting one from the box on
her desk.

Now there were five girls holding one of those black vibrators
I had seen Dog playing with the previous night.

Marie without a moment’s pause closed her eyes and sucked its
tip into her pink mouth. She gave out the same orgasmic sounds
as Dog and my other room mates had in the middle of the night.
Back and for the vibrator went. In and out. Her lips sucking,
her tongue licking until it glistened with her wetness.

Oh dear.

“Very good my dear,” Miss Carrington said with a smile. “Now for
you!”

She faced the four new girls and raised her eyebrows. “You’ve
seen a rather wonderful performance from Marie. I expect you to
aim for the same heights.”

I looked at the vibrator and then at Sharon, Tracy and Shelly.
They looked back at me and then to the vibrator they held in
their hands. Surely she was not serious. We looked back
hopefully to Miss Carrington.

“Oh dear,” Miss Carrington sighed, “oh dear, dear, dear. What am
I to do with you?”

She stepped before Sharon, the girl nearest her and tapped her
cane menacingly against her thighs. “I want you all to do the
one thing I know you all enjoy: spread your legs!”

She barked the command so harshly that we spread our heeled feet
immediately.

“Wider sluts!”

We did so. We were all now spread so wide that it was difficult
to balance. What devilish correction was she going to inflict?

“How I hate punishing my girls,” Miss Carrington said with a
downhearted expression.

Whack. She struck Sharon sharply on the inside of her thigh.
Sharon squealed in pain. Whack, the inside of the other thigh.
Whack back to the first and finally a whack to her second.

Sharon sniffed her tears back.

“Now you Debbie,” she said standing before me.

Oh God! Oh No.

I heard the cane whish through the air. The slice across the
inside of my thigh was like a cut. I could not take another one
of those. The second was methodically laid on the inside of my
other thigh. My eyes stang with tears. Whack. Back to the first
thigh. Only one more, I thought as a tear dribbled from my eyes.
Whack! I yowled. The insides of my thighs were burning hot.

She moved down to Shelly and then finally Tracy. The four of us
were sniffing and blubbering.

“Right girls, if you keep your legs spread, a position I am sure
you will become accustomed to at The Hotel, you may try for a
second performance.”

I needed no further bidding. I placed the soft rubbery object
against my lips and sucked its tip. It tasted odd, like plastic.

I then heard Sharon yelp then the cane cut across the fronts of
my thighs. I was followed by the two other girls, who squealed
turn.

“I am afraid I cannot hear you girls. Show me what true sluts
you really are.”

I knew what was expected of me and began my pleasurable orgasmic
noises. “Mmm, mmmm.”

I could hear that the four of us were doing the same.

“Remember girls you are allowed to say “yes” and “please”. I
also think that ‘oh’s are appropriate don’t you?”

“Oh, yes, mmmm,” I laboured, “please, oh, mmmmmmm.”

“Don’t be afraid to lick its long firm shaft girls.”

I did so, eyes closed. Aware only of the deep humiliation along
with the soreness between my legs.

“And suck it in. Get it nice and wet. Let me hear you enjoying
yourselves.”

We carried out her instructions turning ourselves into dreadful
little whores.

“Excellent. Excellent. You may stop.”

With relief I let my arms go to my side. I could still taste the
plastic, so when I pouted my lips I gave them a quick lick.

“Very good. You may pull your legs together,” she said
pleasantly before adding, “tightly together. Give them a little
squeeze as if you are in a room full of hunks.”

I did so and soreness was exacerbated terribly.

“I can see that I have some very quick learners here. I wonder
if any of you new girls can tell me where you sluts keep your
brains?”

I was terrified. I knew she was digging another trap. I also
knew it was best not to attempt to answer her unless I really
had to.

Miss Carrington smiled patiently. “I thought you didn’t. In
fact, you see girls, you don’t know very much at all. That is
why I am here to instruct you in all matters and help you make
your lives as useful as I can.”

She turned to a rolled up wall chart near the blackboard and
pulled it down. It showed a man and a woman with parts of their
bodies cut away revealing different parts of their anatomy.

She tapped her cane against the head where the skull was
exposed. “Here you can see that Adults have brains in their
heads. This is because they have to use them all the time.
Adults have decisions to make, problems to resolve.”

She pulled down another rolled up chart which contained just a
maid who was also half cut away to reveal her internal organs.
Miss Carrington tapped the blond haired head.

Inside the space of the maid’s skull was a bar of chocolate, a
short, black dress and a picture of a penis.

“Now maids don’t have to think about anything at all. So the
space up in the head is filled with all the useless stuff that
flutters through your minds during the course of an average
day.” She tapped her cane against the buttocks of the maid. “So
nature put maid’s brains down here. As they serve no purpose at
least they can be useful for sitting on.”

Pleased with her explanation she turned to us and spoke evenly,
“so please turn around and show the class your brains girls.”

Oh really! I felt like stamping my foot and running out of the
classroom. But already I found myself turning slowly so that I
was now facing the black board. I leaned forwards fully aware of
the other girls doing the same.

“Skirts up girls, so that we can have a good look at your
brains,” sneered Miss Carrington.

I took hold of the hem at the back and lifted it up exposing my
tight knicker clad arse. If ever I was going to die of shame it
would have been there and then!

“Very good girls. You may stand up. I think you have had enough
biology for one lesson.”

We rose as one letting our skirts fall gratefully back over our
bottoms.

“Face front.”

We did so, with me feeling the inflamed insides of my thighs as
I did so.

“Good, good. Now,” Miss Carrington’s eyes narrowed, “some of my
more wilful maids find this a little difficult. Some feign that
they do not understand its purpose. You merely need to obey me
for now and understand later.”

She faced Marie, “show the new girls the next part of the
performance please Marie.”

Marie bobbed and then sucked hard on the vibrator, coating it
well.

“Girls, pay close attention how wet this little slut gets her
toy. You must ensure that you do the same. The wetter it is the
easier it is for all concerned.”

Marie, pushed the vibrator in and out of her pink lipped mouth
with one hand, acting out the supposed ecstasy of the act. She
used her free hand to pull down her knickers to her ankles
before stepping one foot out of them.

I was filled with horror. If I bolted for the door could I
escape Miss Carrington? Surely I would find Miss Leopard
outside. The fear of the consequences of a botched escape left
me routed to the spot.

Marie bent her knees as she parted her legs and took the wet
dildo out of her mouth, quickly moving it down to her arse.

I felt tears welling up behind my eyes. Surely she would not
have us perform this terribly demeaning act.

Marie, eyes closed, apparently full of arousal, pushed the
vibrator into her backside.

“Ooh, oh yes please of yes, yes,” she squirmed.

Miss Carrington watched the performance with approval. Like an
owner watching its pet perform a trick.

Marie then pushed a button and I heard a feint humming sound.
She stepped back into her knickers and tugged them back up into
place. She then adopted the crooked knee stance.

“Very good Marie. An object lesson for the new girls.” Miss
Carrington turned to us bouncing the cane in her hand so that it
swished fearsomely as she spoke. “Now girls I do not expect a
perfect performance on your first attempt but I expect effort.
That dildo is going to enter your virgin pussy’s and fill them
in a way you cannot yet imagine.”

I felt as if I might just fall to the floor in dread.

“The important part is to ensure that it is very, very wet. It
is helped by the fact that the dildo is self lubricating.
Something you must ensure is always working as you will be
wearing it during the night.”

This cannot, cannot, be happening. Why doesn’t Linda come and
rescue me. She must be very worried about me. She would not have
seen me since she disappeared inside the main part of the hotel
with that awful Italian looking poseur.

“Off you go girls. Lubrication first. Lubrication is a very
important part of being a girl. Something men do not have to
worry their hunky selves about at all. It is a girl’s problem.”

I set about the first part of the task with as much gusto as I
could. I sucked and moaned like a real whore, drenching the
object in my saliva.

In no time at all I heard Miss Carrington’s voice as if from a
dream, “right girls knickers down and move onto the next stage.”

I kept my eyes closed, knowing that if they were open I would be
looking at a class of blond Barbi sluts watching, and no doubt
revelling in my every degrading act. I was close to tears as I
lowered my knickers, hearing the other girls doing exactly the
same.

I put the tip of the wet plastic to my anus and felt its
hardness. My sphincter immediately grew smaller protesting at
being violated.

The more I pushed the tighter it became. Oh please open I said
to myself. Please.

Two firm hands gripped my shoulder and I felt Miss Carrington
move in close to me. “There’s a good girl,” she whispered
warmly, “clever little thing. Lovely boobs. You like your boobs
don’t you,”

“Yes, yes,” I whispered hoarsely. I did. I even felt proud of
them.

“Of course you do. And such lovely legs. You enjoy showing them
off don’t you? Eh Precious? Don’t you feel soooo, sexy, sooo
good?”

“Yes, yes ”

“Just a little push to show what a hot little slut you are.
Little push  that’s it.”

I felt it enter me, pushing, bullying, forcing. I was submitting
to it.

“Hot little tramp. Sexy little tramp,” her voice droned on and
I felt myself growing more and more excited as it pushed deeper
and deeper. “Go on. Go on. That’s it. Soon be all inside. What
a clever little girl you’ll be then to have one all inside you.”

It slid in as easily as a banana sliding out of its skin.

“Now feel for the little switch at the back. That’s it. Little
push and… ”

I felt it wriggling before I heard the humming.

“Pull up your knickers slut.”

I looked around and saw her move on to Tracy. I looked back to
Sharon who was looking at me with the most astonished submissive
expression. I realised immediately that she had hers inside her
too.

In a daze I pulled my tight little knickers into place. It was
worming around inside me and I could not do anything about it.
“Oooh,” I heard myself say. Then “Oooh,” again. Every now and
then it struck something inside me which made me tingle with a
wonderful electric charge. “Oooh,” there it was again.

I noticed that Sharon was feeling the same. Her shocked
expression increased every so often as it must have struck her
spot.

Once all four of us were lined up, pouting and posing, humming
quietly with a permanently startled expression Miss Carrington
took her place before us.

“Not so bad is it sluts? Eh,” she smiled conspiratorially at us.
“Of course not. They are designed to touch your G spot. Which,
if you didn’t already know, is located inside you. It is self
lubricating but you must check it every night. If it dries out
inside you, we need you to see the doctor. Right, take your
seats!”

Her manner changed as quickly as if someone had hit a switch.
She returned to her own desk and we ‘girls’ made our way
tremulously back to our seats.

“Now a little secret. If you manoeuvre the device properly you
will be able to aim it at your prostrate.  Simply squeeze your
sphincter and edge it around. It takes practice. Once you can
perform this trick its perineal acupressure head will hit home
and bang! You will have even wetter panties!” She laughed
gleefully as if we were supposed to enjoy such a thought. Then
I recalled how Dog had seemed to come last night despite the
fact that she was secured in her chastity belt.

I tried a few experimental squeezes but it was very hard to move
or control anything so wet. It had a mind of its own. I was
certainly aware that every so often it would hit a point that
would trigger a charge through me.

“Ok. The new girls can write a thousand word essay on why you
would like to stay here for a month. If it is honestly written
and believable then you will be able to remove your dildos. If
it is not then you can have a second chance to write the essay.
The older girls can write an essay on what bastards men can be,
with personal examples please girls! You have been here a week
now. You ought to have plenty.”

Sitting on my hard little bench with the intruder doing all
sorts of things to my entire body I felt like I was high on
drugs. All I knew is that I could only return to the real world
if I wrote my essay well enough. There was a little voice
somewhere that was asking whether I would not prefer the dildo
to remain there all day. I dismissed it as best I could.

I began my essay ..

How I finished it I do not know. My fingers were gripping the
desk and if my penis was free to do so it would have come like
a waterfall. I was on the edge of some wonderful uncontrolled
orgasm which refused to finally arrive and release me.

It was in this state that Miss Carrington finally allowed us to
step before the class and remove them under the stern
instruction that when they are removed that we must be very
regretful. I must say that it was barely acting as I pulled the
soaking object from me with my “no, please, no, oh, no, please.”

With it out I felt strangely empty, and unfulfilled.

Maria was instructed to teach us how to clean the dildoes in the
sink at the rear of the classroom. It was when we were washing
them in warm soapy water that the door opened and Miss Steel
bustled in.

My legs felt like jelly after an hour or so of being on the edge
of coming. Wearing high heels for so long did not help. I
wondered if they had realised the error concerning me and were
about to reach me.

“Miss Steel what a pleasant surprise, rise and curtsey girls.”

Those sitting did so whilst we at the back simply bobbed.

“Thank you Miss Carrington. Sorry to interrupt. I need all hands
on deck straight after lunch. Are the new girls ready for basic
supervised duties?”

Miss Carrington smiled modestly, “yes, I believe so. Girls.” She
clapped her hands at the four of us and we each bobbed.

“Yes Miss Carrington.

“Very good Miss Carrington,” Miss Steel nodded. “we have some
German business men here and we are a bit short staffed
upstairs.”

“Fear not Miss Steel, watch this,” the school mistress said.
“Girls show Miss steel where you keep your brains.”

Oh God! Without a thought we all turned and bent forwards
raising our skirts. Our bottoms wriggled at our tormentors.

“My, my, how clever they are,” Miss Steel laughed.

“Thank you girls. And show Miss Steel the little trick you have
just been taught.”

We lifted up our now clean and warm dildos from the sink and
began our theatrical sucking and begging performance. I made
sure that they could hear me begging for it, “Oooooh, yes. Oh
Please, oh please.”

“Very good Miss Carrington. You have excelled yourself in the
space of one morning.”

“Thank you Miss Steel, I do try to bring out the real sluts that
lie dormant within these apparent silly headed girls.”

“So I see. If the new girls could report to Miss Leopard
straight after lunch in full maids attire.”

“Very good Miss Steel.”

As Miss Steel closed the door behind her I was left wondering
what chores I would be forced to do that afternoon.

The Cinema.

After a lunch of a banana, soup and a sandwich we returned to
our rooms to change back into our maid’s rig. Dog was there
touching up her make up and advising me on doing the same.
Apparently unkempt girls can be beaten on the spot.

An agitated Miss Leopard called us out and led us down the
corridor at a brisk pace that we clearly could not maintain in
our heels. I felt it was a trap to trick us into walking quicker
or with longer strides than we were allowed. I was careful to do
what ever Dog did.

Dog and myself performed the maid’s wriggling pouting shuffle
until we got to the lift. Miss Steel emerged with reddened
cheeks as if she had been running.

“Have you got them?” She asked Miss Leopard.

Miss Leopard shook her head with exasperation. “Yes but we have
one of the school girls too! It’s all we have available.”

Miss steel glared harshly at me, “You had better perform exactly
what is required of you young lady!”

“Yes Miss Steel”, I curtsied.

Miss Steel turned back to Miss Leopard, “don’t worry its only a
cinema showing. Even a school girl should be able to get that
right.”

Miss Leopard glanced at me, “she won’t sit down for a week if
there s a problem!”

As you can imagine my head was swimming with fear as we entered
the lift. I felt that no matter how ‘well’ I ‘performed’ I would
still end up with a dreadful beating.

As the lift went upwards to the main part of the Hotel another
tang of alarm struck me. I was going to be seen by the guests!
By the guests out in the real world. Downstairs was a dream, or
rather a nightmare, with everyone facing the same anxieties. But
where we were heading there were people who were allowed to be
normal and free. Who could speak when they wanted to, go
anywhere they wanted and even refuse a request.

Miss Leopard spoke to Dog. “Listen Cherry, er, Dog,” she rolled
her eyes to the ceiling, “how stupid can you be losing your
name!”

“Sorry Miss Leopard,” she bobbed contritely.

“You better be more on the ball upstairs. It’s a showing of the
video to the new guests. All you have to do is show them to
their seats and then help Beckie and Lola serve drinks
afterwards.”

“Yes Miss Leopard,” Dog bobbed.

The doors opened onto a reception room with a small bar. About
12 women varying in age from their early twenties to their
forties were littered about laughing and sipping white wine
served to them by two male maids.

Needless to say the male maids were exact clones of dog and
myself. Neatly styled blond hair, identical makeup, black maid’s
outfits and the usual curtseying and posing.

“Stay here!” barked Miss Leopard as we stepped out side the lift
while she dashed to the bar to make a phone call.

I stood in the usual pose, one knee before the other, lips
demurely pouted, when I gasped. There on one of the sofas,
laughing with two other women was Linda my wife.

She was only about ten feet from me. If I could edge forward I
could whisper to her. Tell her the dreadful things that were
happening. Get to rectify the error whereby they think I am
staying longer than the weekend.

I saw that Miss Leopard was heavily involved with the phone call
so holding my breath I moved towards the laughing ladies.

One of the maids moved passed me and dipped down so that the
women could take a fresh cool looking glass of white wine from
her tray. Linda took the glass and looked around. She saw me!
Yet she did not react. I realised why of course! All the maids
were duplicates. I might as well have been any one of the silly
little sluts running hither and thither.

I moved forwards again but was halted by a man’s laughing voice.

“Well look who it is!”

I turned to see that it was the two men who had teased me the
previous night when I was performing the circular walk. I
thought they must have seen me but it was Dog who had taken
their attention.

The fair haired one stood before Dog who was curtseying and
blushing like mad. His dark curly haired friend seemed equally
amused. I looked away desperate that he would not recognise me.

“So what do you think of the name I gave you?” laughed the
faired man sadistically.

Oh so it was he who had done such a rotten trick. I am sure that
Dog must despise him totally. I wondered if she would say
something horrible to him to let him know. I also noticed that
Miss Leopard had heard the comments and was staring frantically
at us. I carefully crept back into position.

To my surprise I saw that Dog was smiling bashfully, she seemed
more playfully awkward than incensed.

“Mister… Sir,” she curtseyed.

“I was thinking of having a meal out tonight,” he mused
teasingly.

Dog looked at him with hope in her eyes. “Yes sir.”

“Can hardly go out with a dog can I?”

“No sir,” she bobbed quickly, holding her breath, but now
looking worried.

“Still if you have learned your lesson ”

“Yes sir,” she smiled merrily.

” …perhaps I can give you back your old name. Cherry.”

“Oh yes sir, please sir,” she begged bobbing like a cork on the
sea.

Miss Leopard was suddenly on top of us. “I am afraid that they
are very busy. Sorry.”

The fair haired man replaced the Dog name label with her old
Cherry label. Dog, er, Cherry was delighted. “Thank you sir,
thank you sir!” I thought she was going to throw her self into
his arms. The slut! Had she forgotten that it was he who had
been so horrible to her?

Then the dark curly haired one turned to me and saw my name tag.
His eyes brightened. “Oh the slut from downstairs!” he beamed at
me.

Miss Leopard took hold of my arm and led me away. “She is still
in school and has not even reached the Point yet.”

I clip clopped besides her. She had Cherry in her other hand and
was leading us as fast as our heels would allow us.

The dark haired man raced along side me. “How about a date
tonight!”

A date! Was he insane!

Miss Leopard stooped us outside a set of double doors near the
bar. “I’ve told you! She is still in school and,” she chose her
words carefully, “wont be able to provide you with what you
want!”

He took my chin and made me look into his dark eyes. I felt my
tummy turning over. “How about it sweetness?”

What could I say!

“Great Debbie. I’ll sign you out for eight and see you outside
the wardrobe!”

With that he and his chuckling friend were gone.

Miss Leopard admonished me, “you little tramp. You should say
no!”

“Yes Miss Leopard,” I bobbed.

I was in some crazy world that I could not make out. Everyone
seemed to know the rules bar me.

Miss Leopard opened the doors and led us into the small cinema.

She took a pair of torches from one of the seats and handed them
to us.

“You in that aisle,” she ordered a grinning Cherry, “and
remember to pout or I’ll put you in detention tonight and then
you will have another night in!”

Cherry gasped in horror and then pouted. She fled to the other
aisle whilst Miss Leopard turned to me making me jump. “All you
have to do is show the women to their seats. The rows have
letters, the seats numbers. Even an airhead like you should be
able to do that.”

“Yes Miss Leopard,” I bobbed.

“Then get a tray of wine form the bar and stand here with it.
When they’ve drunk that fetch another.”

“Yes Miss Leopard,” I ducked down. Seemed easy enough! More over
I would be able to say something to Linda and end this hell.

The loud laughter signified that the women were entering. I
shone my torch but the ladies seemed quite capable of finding
their own seats. Worst luck, Linda went down the other aisle.
Damn.

Ouch!

I had just had my bottom pinched!

Two women laughed uproariously at my surprised reaction but then
returned to their conversation as if I had been a little side
show for them. Humph! If only I was allowed to protest.

When the women had taken their seats. The lights darkened
further and the film glowed from the screen. Light music filled
the room. I saw Cherry race out and remembered the wine!

One of the maids had brought me a tray packed with glasses of
white wine which I took and raced back into the auditorium, the
glasses clinking.

The film had begun so I took my place half down the aisle
holding the tray. My arms already ached and it had hardly
started.

The film showed a pretty woman in her thirties lying on a sun
bed in the manicured gardens of a large house. The sun burnt
shadows of trees across the lawn.

“Ladies,” a voice boomed from a speaker, “do you deserve a life
of indolence?”

“Yes,” a couple of women shouted to general laughter.

Silly bitches I thought.

On the screen A maid appeared and curtseyed before handing the
woman a long drink packed with fruit and ice. The maid
disappeared back in to the house.

“Waited on hand and foot,” the commentary continued.

“Yes to that as well!” Someone called out. I wish they could
behave with some decorum.

“And the perfect lover as your husband,” the voice went on.

On the screen a sun tanned tall man with one of those flat
muscular stomachs you only ever see in fitness adverts sat on a
sun bed next to the woman. He leaned forwards and kissed her
naked tummy gently.

“Oh we’ll all have one of those!” The ladies were in agreement
on that.

The shot changed to the exterior of The Hotel. A man and women
were shown carrying their luggage down the steps to a battered
car. The man was small wearing thick glasses and seemed fussy
and daft. As he put the cases down he stumbled over them looking
a real idiot.”

The women laughed at him.

The voice from the speaker adopted a wry tone: “or are you going
to finish your stay and go home with your nearest and dearest.”
The silly little man on the screen now picked up a case that
fell open blowing its contents around him. The audience thought
this was hysterical. The woman in the film looked longingly back
at the Hotel. “The choice is yours.” A close shot of the woman
thinking. She smiles as if she has made a decision.

She dashes back up the steps and is met by a tall man who lifts
her off her feet and swings her around. The silly wimp shouts
‘stop!’ in a pathetic little voice just as two large ladies lift
him up off his feet and carry him around to the rear of the
hotel, his little legs kicking in mid air.

“She has made her choice. How will you make yours?” The voice
boomed.

There was a murmuring in the audience as a couple of glasses
were lifted from my tray without even a thank you.

The women seemed more subdued and thoughtful. I could see Linda
in the light from the screen sitting back thinking deeply.
Clearly she had seen the poor defenceless husband being swept
away by those bullying woman and was now concerned about my
welfare.

“Miss Steel,” the voice intoned, “has created a perfect world
that answers all your problems. Men are desperate to get
passports and work in this country and the easiest way is to
marry a woman born here. They are chosen for their career
prospects,” the screen showed a number of hunks moving around a
swimming pool, “all are doctors, dentists, architects.
Professionals guaranteed to keep you in the style you deserve to
become accustomed to.”

The women ogled the hunks. “All are chosen for their
attributes,” the camera lingered on a  close up of a bulging
tight bathing suit,” the women tittered. “some attributes are
more obvious than others.”

The women laughed. “And,” the commentary continued, “they are
all wonderful performers in bed.” The shot changed to a woman
being made love to as she reached the heights of an earth
shattering orgasm. “But you all had your free sample last night
didn’t you!”

The woman clapped at this. Free sample? Free sample of what I
wondered. First she is going on about hunks shagging those women
and now she is talking about something else.

More wine was lifted from my glass and passed down the aisles.

“And the beauty is,” the voice paused for effect, the women hung
on to the words, “you pay nothing. We take your old wimp in
exchange and you do not have to pay a penny.”

The poor man who had been carried away from outside the Hotel
was now seen in full maids rig and make up with a serene smile.
“And the dears could not be happier.”

Let them ask me if I was happy!

“After all what sort of real man would apply to be a maid in a
hotel?”

The women giggled.

“Exactly. Wimps who would be happier being told what to do and
looked after.”

I wish I had never answered that advert.

The music swelled up. “So ladies the choice is yours. Indolent
luxury in the arms of a real man or a life or disappointment and
drudgery with your current sissy.”

The lights came on and the women were all oddly subdued. They
had entered as a raucous hen crowd and now sat as if numbed. No
one spoke or even looked at their new friends. I could guess
why. They had finally learned what The Hotel was all about.
Linda would have me out of here in minutes!

Miss Leopard appeared, “thank you for watching that. Please
return to the outer hall for more drinks”.

A woman who was sat near me rose and studied me closely. Oh my
God what did she want? Had I done something wrong? Miss Leopard
was right next to me. Oh please don’t complain I inwardly
begged.

“Is it true?” The woman asked me quietly. Her friends hovered
nearby. “Are you really happy here?”

I was about to answer her when I saw that Miss Leopard was
glaring at me, with a raised eyebrow. Oh dear. The last thing I
wanted was a beaten bottom, especially in front of my wife, that
would really be demeaning. I closed my eyes and curtsied. “Yes
Miss.” I said.

The woman nodded and looked at her friends. They smiled
knowingly. Miss Leopard kept her eye on me so I could not tell
them the truth as they filed out.

“Right,” Miss Leopard, said to Cherry and me, “pick up all the
empties, get the hoover over the floor, you’ll find it in a
cupboard next to the lift. Then once the place is clean come out
and help the girls serve the guests!”

“Yes Miss Leopard,” we bobbed.

Miss Leopard took hold of my ear and I held my breath. She did
not twist it painfully, it was more of a warning. “Now you were
not thinking of giving the guest a different answer were you my
dear?”

Oh no Miss Leopard,” I curtsied as much as I could with her
holding my ear.

“Because that would be deceitful,” she warned me. “And little
girls who tell lies are punished.”

She released me. “Yes Miss Leopard, thank you Miss Leopard.”

Miss Leopard laughed at me in a rather ugly way before leaving.

Phew. Escaped a beating there by using my head. I could outwit
them when I wanted to!

Cherry had the vacuum cleaner so I picked up the glasses and the
litter.

About ten minutes later I was serving wine to the ladies,
desperately trying to get closer to Linda. But no matter how
close I came she never saw me. That is she never saw me as
anything other than another maid.

Miss Leopard was sat near a table whilst the ladies were slumped
in the sumptuous sofas. A short, dark haired, mousey woman was
stood before them.

“The legal side is taken care of for you. The so-called ‘Quickie
Divorce’ or ‘No Fault Divorce’ takes six months to complete. It
requires both parties to be in complete agreement that the
marriage has irretrievably broken down. You do not even have to
go to court.”

The women nodded and perused notes they had been given.

“We have now handled one hundred and twenty five divorces and
remarriages and we have not had a single complaint,” the mousey
lady intoned drearily.

Miss Leopard kept her eyes on the maids, especially me because
I was still a ‘school girl’ as she so humiliatingly put it.

“Any questions?”

I looked to Linda and knew what she would be asking: ‘how
quickly can we get out of this asylum?’

A woman put down her glass and asked, “what about the maid
service we were told about?”

Miss Leopard rose, “costings of that are available in your
welcome pack. You have the offer of two days at half price for
the first six months. After that you can have a package whereby
a maid visits once a week or even every day and stays with you.
The costs are laid out in the pack. It is something you may wish
to discuss with your new spouses, but,” she smiled engagingly,
“the choice is yours.”

The ladies giggled and seemed to relax.

Another woman raised her hand, “what if our new lovers get their
passport and papers and then dump us?”

There was a general murmur.

The mousey woman pushed her glasses back. “They are free to do
so of course. But they will have all signed a prenuptial
agreement giving you 60% of everything if the marriage ends.”

The ladies nodded. “You have thought of everything,” the woman
who asked the question said with a smile.

“We have been doing it long enough now,” smiled Miss Leopard.

At last Linda put up her hand. My ordeal would soon be over.

She cleared her throat self consciously, “what if there is a
problem with immigration?”

That would get them! I bet no one had thought of that. I would
be out of this in minutes.

The dowdy lady, wiped her glasses, “good point,” she replaced
the glasses on her nose and stared out with what could have
passed as a smile. “But that is all taken care of. We guarantee
that if you have any problems you can change your man without
having to give any reason in the first six months.” She smiled
cruelly. “Another reason why the hunk should be sure to try
their hardest to keep you satisfied.”

The ladies laughed at this though I could not see what was so
funny! I turned to Cherry to see how she had taken the news but
the air head was lost in some glowing far away world. Well let
Miss Leopard catch her with out her pout then she will be for
it.

Miss Leopard rose, “thank you for your attention. I am sure you
have a great deal to discuss. I know some of you have already
chosen a man you would like to try. Please don’t be shy. You can
try as many as you wish during your stay and then take your
favourite for the six month trial.”

The chattering, excited, ladies moved away down the corridor
further into the Hotel. I was horrified. I had missed my one
chance of reaching Linda.

Miss Leopard was amongst us like a wild animal. “Quickly. I want
this place spotless in half an hour.” She looked at Cherry and
me, “and you two had better be especially quick if you want to
be outside the Wardrobe at eight. Your dates won’t wait!”

I grimaced inside but pouted and bobbed.

Would I never escape? Why didn’t Linda seek me out? Had they
lied to her? What was this Point business? But one dreadful
question hung over my head: what was going to happen tonight
with that dark haired man. Oh dear, dear. What a mess.

I set about collecting the empty glasses with a feeling of
dread, which countered that silly Cherry’s mood. She almost
dancing around the hall! Silly tart!