I woke up to the sound of a knock on the door. As I opened my eyes, I could see the beginnings of the day streaming through the sheer curtain. I felt the light cloth around my neck and brought my hand up and touched it, remembering what it was and what it represented. The knock repeated, stirring me out of my thoughts. I raised my upper body up.

"Come in," I called.

The door opened, and Tracy was there, wearing only a smile, her choker and heels. She spoke cheerfully.

"Good morning, Monica. Breakfast is in a couple of hours, so I wanted to make sure you had enough time to be ready for it. And... well... a good habit here is to start the day off right... You know... Sort of to set the tone." As she said that, she moved her hand slowly down to her crotch, licked her lips, and gave a wink.

I was a little dumbfounded. "You mean... masturbate?"

She gave a little chuckle. "You make it sound so clinical. It's not a chore. Think of something nice and... well... let your fingers do the walking. See you later on!"

With that, she backed up and shut the door behind her.

I blinked. I sat there, stunned. I turned my head and caught the image of myself in the mirror, naked, sitting upright in bed. I had bed-head for sure, but otherwise... I recalled the images of myself posing in front of the mirror last night. And then I remembered what happened next, and as if on cue, those feelings started again.

Why not?

I brought my hands up to cup my breasts, still watching myself in the mirror. I flicked my nipples with my thumbs and felt little sparks running through me, and I heard myself give a little moan.

I brought a hand down slowly towards my crotch. As I did, I couldn't tear myself away from the image of myself in the mirror. Somehow seeing my flushed face and my hands fluttering over my crotch sent me careening towards an orgasm, and I ran headlong into it without any warning.

As I came back to my senses, I couldn't quite process what had just happened. I was used to fantasizing about men. But this time...

I shook my head and stood up and looked back in the mirror again. I noticed that it was about time to shave my legs again, so I decided to start the day off with a shower. I grabbed a bottle of body wash and shaving cream and the razor and headed for the door.

At the end of the hallway, there was an unmarked door. I opened it to reveal a tub/shower with glass sliding doors and toilet. As I shut the door, I could see behind it that there was a pile of folded towels. I grabbed one and set it on the toilet lid to be in reach when I needed it. I ran the water until it was the temperature I liked and turned the shower on, stepped in and shut the door. After I soaped up and rinsed off, I turned off the water and turned my attention to my underarms and legs. The shaving cream and razor made quick work of the task, but as I got to my thighs I paused to consider the little triangle just above my notch. I harkened back to the other girls and it occurred to me that almost all of them were shaved completely bare. There was one other girl I could remember who kept some hair, but hers was the landing-strip style, and her hair was thicker and darker. Mine was so thin... why not just go all the way? I'd fit in a little better that way.

A dab of extra cream and a few swipes of the razor and it was all gone.

I rinsed off and grabbed the towel I had set aside and dried off. There was a hamper for used towels, and I dropped mine in and headed back to my room.

I turned to the sink and brushed my teeth. After spitting out the toothpaste, I took a long look in the mirror to consider my hair. I grabbed a brush first and got things mostly back in place. But I remembered from yesterday what Kathy had managed to achieve with just a little hairspray, and I took some time to try to get close to what she achieved. In the end, I did pretty well. I smiled, and the girl in the mirror smiled back, her look exuding confidence and friendliness.

I went back to the full-length mirror. It occurred to me that there were essentially no other choices to make. No wardrobe to pick from, not even more than the one pair of shoes. Still, the woman in the mirror looked back confidently. She looked ready for whatever the day had in store.

It was only as I turned and my eyes caught sight of my bedside table that I noticed my phone was gone. I was sure I had left it there last night when I turned in. Clearly someone retrieved it. I felt a brief moment of unease at that. But if they had meant to do me any harm, surely they could have done... whatever... by now? They probably just don't want the distraction. In any event, there wasn't anything to be done about it other than taking off the collar and quitting. And I certainly wasn't ready to do that without knowing more about what this place is.

I headed downstairs to the dining room. Breakfast was mostly light fare. It reminded me exactly of the free breakfast you'd get at a nice hotel. The difference was that everything seemed like it was at least half a size smaller. The muffins were particularly cute and petite.

I grabbed a blueberry muffin and a strip of bacon and picked a seat at the nearest table. Three other girls were there, each with a used plate in front of them and nursing a cup of black coffee.

I fell into the circle of chit-chat with them... but I couldn't get past my curiosity about the coffee. Black coffee wasn't something I'd ever liked, certainly.

"So what's up with the coffee? It looks so... I dunno... strong, I guess."

Two of the girls looked at each other briefly and giggled a little. One of them spoke with a little bit of bashfulness in her tone, "Well... it's bitter, and... well... it's not a bad idea to get used to bitter tastes."

The girl next to her added, "I put some salt in mine. Same sort of reason... You know."

Ew.

Don't get me wrong... I love it when a guy I'm with comes. I love feeling them throb inside me and squirt deep in my pussy. And I love that feeling of togetherness after... And I've given blowjobs, sure, but not...

As I considered this, I watched them both take a sip... and wait just a second or two before swallowing.

"Here. Try for yourself," the first one said and held out her cup.

I reached out and took hold of the handle. I looked into the pool of deep black and then back at them. They smiled at me and nodded.

I raised the cup to my lips and took in just a little. Instantly I was overwhelmed by the taste - bitter and salty. I wanted to spit it out, but I just couldn't.

"See? It only lasts a second."

I had to admit, the shock of the taste was far worse than anything. I swallowed and the two of them beamed.

I gave a weak smile and changed the subject.

"So what's on the agenda for today?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to do a little workout now. Want to join me?"

"Sure, but, like, is there a gym or something?"

"Yeah. Come with me. I'll show you."

She stood up and I stood up after. We bussed our dishes and I followed her through the house to another door. Inside was, like she said, a mini gym. One entire wall was panels of mirrors and a horizontal rail like in a ballet studio. On the opposite side there was a single weight machine, the kind you could configure to do a bunch of different weight exercises, and next to it a couple of recumbent stationary bikes.

"Here we are. These bikes are what we have for cardio. You wouldn't want to run on a treadmill without a bra on, you know. And this style of bike is a lot more comfortable for us."

I knew immediately where she was coming from. I couldn't imagine sitting on a regular bicycle seat naked, but these bikes were more like ordinary chairs with the pedals out in front of you.

We decided to be each other's workout buddies, at least for today. We got a mat and held each other's feet while we did sit-ups. We did some side stretches and other low-impact moves we could think of, then we sat down on the bikes and pedaled until we were both sweaty and panting.

I decided after that to go back out to the pool deck. I wanted to take a quick shower to rinse some of the sweat off and then spend some more time working on my tan.

I settled down in a lounge chair with the floppy hat on under the sun again and let all of the tension leave me after the workout.

Across the pool from me was the same blonde who I had seen touch herself so boldly. She looked like she was fast asleep at first, but before too long, the Asian-looking girl who had been doing laps in the pool yesterday walked up to her and sat down on the same chair. They spoke for just a moment and then she reached down and kissed the girl lying down and placed her hand on her breast and gave it a little squeeze.

As I watched the two of them make out, my own pussy woke up. Before I realized what was happening, I had a finger tracing little circles around my own clit and had to bite my lip to stifle a moan.

The Asian girl began to strum her lover's clit while she tossed her head side to side. And then I heard her say in a high-pitched, whiny voice, "Please, please, I need to cum."

The Asian girl shook her head no and kept up the assault on her lover's clit. The blonde's voice got higher still and she repeated her plea. "Oh my God, please. Let me cum. Please!"

"No. Not yet. Hold it together. You can do it."

I scarcely had room in my brain to process what I was witnessing, lost as I was in seeking my own pleasure. I was getting close to my own orgasm watching this drama play out across the pool from me.

The blonde wasn't able to articulate words anymore. Both of her hands clawed at her breasts, and her eyes were screwed shut and she was panting while the assault on her clit continued.

Finally, her tormenter relented, "Alright. Go ahead and cum now!"

The blonde immediately flew into a convulsion that practically bent her in half. She cried out loudly as the orgasm tore through her. The Asian's hand was trapped between the blonde's thighs, which looked like they wanted to never let her go. And it was at that moment that my own orgasm hit me and I failed to stifle my own moan of pleasure.

The Asian girl heard me and turned towards me and smiled briefly before she turned her attention back to the blonde as the hurricane within her abated. When she came to her senses, the Asian girl whispered something in her ear and turned towards me with a smile. The look didn't linger, though the two of them went back to kissing each other, paying me no further attention at all. I took a deep breath and relaxed with my eyes closed as I drifted from the afterglow into a nap in the afternoon sun.

A little bit later, the dinner bell rang, and we all filed in once again. The menu was similar; variations on the themes. And after dinner the games came out and over the course of the evening we all slowly filed out back to our rooms.

Once again, my phone was there and I checked back in with my editor. He asked if there was any way I could sneak access to my phone and get pictures of the place. I replied that I didn't think so and even if I could, pictures would probably not be a good idea because we were all nude. As soon as I pushed "send", I realized that was probably a mistake. He was shocked and asked me if I was sure I was safe. I reassured him that I was just playing along and that it was female-only and that made it safe as far as I could tell. I told him not to worry and I was on the case and would get back to him tomorrow. Truthfully, I just wanted to get rid of him. I set my phone down and lay back in bed. I realized that something was different. I had never before felt like my job was secondary, but I did now. I didn't know what the story was anymore, or if I wanted to write it at all.

I set those thoughts aside and closed my eyes for the night.