SHE

Recruiting

Jack woke up with a start.  He wasn’t in his cabana with the twins and he wasn’t naked.  He was in the great hall dressed in a black shirt and silk suit.

He was also on his knees at the feet of SHE.

“Go ahead,” she said as she offered him one of her perfect feet.  Jack didn’t hesitate, as he began to kiss and lick her feet.  So soft.  So perfectly manicured and the scent of French vanilla beans.

He worshiped her feet for what seemed like hours and then he became a bit more daring and began moving his hands up her legs.  When he did, she stepped back, making him feel like someone had just let the air out of his lungs.

“Jack, you have done well.  Very well.  You have earned my feet.  You will earn more, but not yet my darling.  Now I have your first recruiting a$$ignment.”

“Anything for you Mistress SHE, anything!” he gasped.

“Her name is Jennifer.  She is married and lives in a place called New Jersey.  Evaluate her and if she is suitable, bring her to the island.”

“But how do I …?”

As a thousand questions ran through his mind, all SHE said was, “Just remember your recruiting day and you will do fine.”

And with a blink of an eye he was standing on the sidewalk in front of a well-kept home on a quiet street.

“I guess this could be New Jersey,” he thought as he walked up to the door.

It was early morning, just past dawn as Jack reached the door.  Just as he was about to knock, the door swung open of its own accord.

“SHE thinks of everything,” Jack mused.

Jack quietly walked up the stairs and found who he presumed to be Jennifer laying in her bed.  She was wearing a tiny pair of boy shorts and a tight fitting tank top.  Her husband was nowhere to be seen.

JENNIFER’S POV

Jenn was sound asleep when suddenly she was pinned to the bed by a pair of powerful male hands.

She tried to fight back, but it was like having a vice clamped to her chest.  She could wriggle and squirm and scream, but it didn’t seem to make any difference.  Eventually she gave up and tried to focus on what was going on as she came out of her early morning pre-consciousness.

Standing next to the bed was a tall figure – tanned skin, black shirt and suit.  He also sported an emotionless expression.  He seemed to be exerting no effort in keep Jenn from moving.

“Who the fŭck are you? And what do you want?” Jenn demanded.

“You have been selected,” the man answered simply with a faint southern accent.  Something in his voice was vaguely seductive.

“Selected?  Selected for what?  Who selected me?” asked Jenn, trying to make some sense of this bizarre situation.

“SHE has selected you,” the man answered with a definite sense of awe in his voice.

Suddenly realizing that all of this was happening while she lay barely dressed in his man’s grasp, Jenn asked, “Well can I at least get some decent clothes on so we can talk about this?”

“Not yet, SHE has commanded me to evaluate you first.”

And with that, he ripped her shorts and tank top from her body, leaving her naked before him.

The intruder unzipped his pants with his free hand and pulled out an enormous cõck, much larger than her husband’s.

“Now wait just a minute …” Jenn protested, but there was no point.  The swollen head of this huge cõck was already being pressed to her lips, and the added pressure on her bare chest told her that she had better cooperate.