Leslie spent the next several days looking forward to her next job, which was confirmed early in the week. Leslie received a rare call from Andrea at FemPet informing her that a new pet had been hired and her first job would be working with Leslie. This made Leslie both excited and nervous as, for the first time, she would be the example being looked up to instead of trying to learn from others. Leslie had gotten a further call from Stephanie later informing her that her pre-hour would start at 6:00 PM that upcoming Saturday and likely last, with post-hour, to midnight.

She arrived at Jacob's mansion a little before her allotted pre-hour, although not as early as she had done previously, given how early she had finished her preparation the last time. As was often the routine for events held at Jacob's mansion, Scarlet walked into the prep room as Leslie was getting ready.

"I hear it's only a single owner and pet this time," Scarlet remarked, as she started to apply makeup to herself.

"Yeah. Apparently, she's a new one—her first job. So I get to be the grown-up pet in the room for once, I guess," Leslie replied, somewhat nervously.

Scarlet smiled over at her. "I'm sure you'll do great. You really seem to know what you are doing."

Leslie let out a slight chuckle. "I may be putting on a show of greater confidence than I actually have."

"No, you're great, really. I mean, you'll do fine."

Scarlet gave a slight smile and, Leslie thought, was starting to blush, and it wasn't just from the makeup. She didn't truly know how to handle Scarlet's apparent crush on her, but she was flattered by it nonetheless.

"Yeah, I hope so. It feels like a lot of pressure to be someone's mentor for the night," Leslie admitted.

"Mind if I help with your makeup?" Scarlet asked, veering off topic.

"No, of course not. Your help is always welcome," Leslie beamed at her.

Scarlet started applying makeup to Leslie's back. "It's just a shame we don't get to spend more time together. I mean, half of your events are off somewhere else so I don't get to be there for those, I mean."

"We don't have to just hang out at work, you know," Leslie posited. This seemed to elicit a nervous smile on Scarlet's face.

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to hang out with me otherwise. I'm sure you have other friends and you're busy and—"

"Scarlet, it's okay. Really. Maybe we could try to find time to just hang out, you know? Especially before school starts and I actually become busy."

"Really? You don't mind?" Scarlet's face appeared to get even redder.

"No, I don't mind. Let's exchange numbers at the end of the night and I'll drop you a line and we can work something out, okay?"

"Uh, yeah, sure! Thanks!"

Leslie smiled upon seeing Scarlet so happy. She wanted to avoid the term "date" because she wanted to avoid it being seen as something like that, but Scarlet was her friend and it didn't make sense to keep their relationship confined to strictly professional events.

As was becoming routine as well, after she was finished getting ready, Leslie found herself near the entrance a few minutes before the expected time the event was supposed to begin.

"Punctual as always," Jacob smiled as he entered the entryway from a side door. He was wearing a light blue shirt, a navy suit, and a crimson tie. "Are you ready for tonight?"

Leslie let out a nervous sigh. "As much as I'll ever be, I guess."

"Just remember, the new pet, Mia, is green as green can be. She is pretty much you from your trial job. Hopefully, you remember that well enough to know what things to help her with. She's a local hire, which was the main reason we were chosen for her first job, but there were other reasons as well. I'm acting as a sort of mentor myself. Mr. Powell is a first-time pet owner so he will also be looking to me in that regard. But I also think your... freshness also gives you a unique ability to guide his pet in ways that a more experienced pet may overlook."

"I see. I'll do my best," Leslie once again nervously said.

"I know you will," Jacob smiled at her. "Anyway, they should be arriving at any time, so let's prepare to meet them."

Jacob and Leslie exited through the front doors out to the covered driveway where guests were always let off. It was surprisingly mild and comfortable for July, Leslie thought, although she was completely fine with that. A comfortable temperature outside was going to make the evening that much more enjoyable. She still couldn't help but feel her nipples harden from the slight passing breeze, however.

A few minutes after their expected arrival time, a car finally pulled up into the driveway. The driver first opened one of the rear doors, where a man who Leslie guessed was a few years younger than Jacob stepped out. He had short-cropped brown hair and brown eyes, and Leslie could tell even under his charcoal grey suit that he was rather fit. He walked around to the other side of his car and waited for the driver to open the opposite door.

Stepping out of that door was a young girl, Leslie felt like she had to be eighteen, with wavy, shoulder-length light blonde—almost platinum blonde—hair and striking blue eyes. She had a fit but not too thin frame and breasts that seemed slightly more full than Leslie's. Leslie could see in her eyes that she was a mix of determined and nervous—a very similar mix of feelings to what she felt on her first job.

"Mr. Henderson, it is a pleasure to meet you at last," the man heartily greeted Jacob with a handshake.

"Likewise, Mr. Powell," Jacob reciprocated the greeting. "It is a pleasure to entertain you and your guest tonight."

Leslie could tell Mia's eyes were darting all over, frequently flashing in her direction to see how she was reacting to the conversation.

"I'd like to introduce you to Leslie. She's been my pet for... " Jacob started to think of how long it had been.

"Five weeks, sir," Leslie smiled over at him.

"Has it really only been that long?" Jacob shook his head. "Anyway, she has been a pleasure to work with, and I'm fully confident that Mia can learn a lot from her, despite her own short tenure."

"It's nice to meet you, Leslie," Mr. Powell greeted her, extending his hand to shake, which Leslie took. She couldn't help but notice the more formal and less personal greeting as compared to the more experienced pet owners she had met up to this point.

"I'd like to introduce you to Mia. This is her first job, having just signed her contract to join me as a pet this week," he then introduced the girl next to him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mia," Jacob smiled, shaking her hand.

"Uh, yeah. It's nice to meet you as well," she fumbled out.

"Welcome to the lifestyle," Leslie then greeted her, also offering her hand to shake.

"Uh, thanks!" Mia was able to offer a weak smile.

"Well then, dinner should be almost ready, so if you would follow me," Jacob remarked, motioning towards the inside of the house.

Leslie and Mia took their places walking behind their owners as they walked through the house. As she had, Mia had clearly been given the basic rundown of the expected protocol that being a pet required. Shortly they arrived in the familiar dining room that Leslie had eaten in during her first job.

"Can I get you two anything to drink?" Leslie asked upon the group's arrival at the table.

"Oh, I'll have a classic Old Fashioned, I think," Jacob replied, smiling at her.

"Just a gin and tonic, thank you," Mr. Powell said as he sat down in his seat.

"I'll be right back," Leslie flashed a smile and walked through the door to the kitchen, where Mr. Cheng was working on dinner, Tim was awaiting the first course to take out, and Scarlet was ready to serve drinks.

"A classic Old Fashioned and a gin and tonic, please," Leslie remarked as she leaned her elbow against the bar's counter.

"Lovers of the classics, huh?" Scarlet grinned as she turned to get to work.

"I wouldn't know. You're the one who knows how to mix the cocktails," Leslie laughed.

"I thought you said you worked as a waitress?" Scarlet inquired with a slight smile.

"I did but I didn't mix anyone's drinks. Maybe you could teach me someday."

"It'd be my pleasure," Scarlet once again looked flush as she completed the drinks. "An Old Fashioned and a gin and tonic," she announced as she placed them on a small tray.

"If you want to just hold onto the tray, I can bring it back with me after I serve the first course," Tim commented, looking over her way.

"Oh, uh, thanks," Leslie replied with a slight blush. Other than Tim's having brought the food out during her first job, this was her first actual interaction with him, but he didn't seem to be particularly fazed by her lack of dress. She figured many of Jacob's employees had likely gotten used to his previous pet, Emily, and so this was nothing particularly new to them.

Leslie carried the tray out to the dining room. "An Old Fashioned for you," she noted as she set it in front of Jacob, "and your gin and tonic," she concluded, setting the drink down in front of Mr. Powell.

"Thank you, Leslie," Jacob remarked as Leslie took her seat across from him at the table. He then turned to look at Mr. Powell.

"Mr. Powell, as part of the vetting team for your application as an owner, I'm aware of how you answered this question as part of that process, but I am curious to hear the answer from you directly. What caused you to want to become a pet owner?"

"Well, to be honest, after I sold my business, I felt like I was rather adrift. My life up to that point was me endlessly pressing my nose against the grindstone, and everything in my life had become exceptionally transactional. Always how to produce more, pay less, and make more profits. Getting my business to the point where I could sell it was the crowning achievement of success, but the aftermath made me start to realize what I was perhaps missing in my focus on more, more, more." He took a sip of his drink, taking a look a each person around the table before continuing.

"I found I wanted companionship, but not in a dating or relationship way. I had explored the more, shall we say, well-known options—escorts, sugar daddying—but in a way they all seemed so transactional as well. You were paying for a service. I suppose I still am, but I feel this is a bit different. At one point I attended a function where the host had a pet of his own. The prospect intrigued me. When I investigated it further I found it to be more to my liking than the alternatives, and well, here we are."

Just as Mr. Powell was finishing up, Tim arrived through one of the doors, pushing a tray with the first course.

"This is a fresh arugula and pear salad with candied walnuts, feta cheese, and a light vinaigrette," he explained as he placed the salads in front of everyone.

"Thank you, Tim. I'm looking forward to what Mr. Cheng has come up with for dinner," Jacob smiled toward him.

"I think you will enjoy it, as usual," Tim acknowledged before heading back to the kitchen, taking Leslie's tray back with him.

Leslie took a bite of the salad, and it was wonderful. The dressing had just the right amount of tang and the balance of the salad ingredients was just right. She had to admit that Mr. Cheng, even if he wasn't one for many words, knew what he was doing in the kitchen.

"So, am I correct in understanding that uh, Leslie is it?" Mr. Powell started, turning toward Leslie to confirm he got her name correct.

"Uh, yes," Leslie confirmed before taking another bite of salad. He nodded toward her in appreciation.

"...That Leslie is your third pet?" he continued with his question for Jacob.

"That's correct," Jacob answered simply.

"What have you found to be the biggest challenge when first beginning with a new pet? Are there any themes or have all three of yours been different?"

Jacob patted his mouth with his napkin to give him a moment to ponder before answering. "I suppose one commonality is they are girls that are all new to this. Even if they have experience in customer service or hospitality, like Leslie here, it is almost always their first foray into sex work. The nudity, especially, can be quite intimidating." He then turned to face Leslie. "I'm guessing that is on track, Leslie?"

She was taken a bit by surprise by the question. "Oh, uh, yeah. I think you described it pretty well, sir."

Jacob then continued. "On the one hand, you don't want to scare new pets off, but on the other hand, you also want to let them know what they are going to be in for in their job. So I think trying to balance that is difficult. I've been lucky in that I've never had someone quit within the first month, but I know it does happen because, despite being told pretty clearly what the job entails, many pets don't really 'get it' until they are actually in the position. But an experienced owner can get a feel pretty quickly if that is going to be the case. FemPet is pretty good at weeding people like that out as well, but they aren't perfect."

"If I may, sir, what did you feel about me when we first met?" Leslie asked, hoping the question wasn't too presumptuous.

Jacob let out a chuckle. "I knew you were a winner the moment I walked into the room with you for our interview and you were already standing there naked and confident. The only thing I was nervous about was whether the required stipulation may keep you from accepting full-time, and thankfully it was not."

Leslie felt herself get flushed from his answer. She hadn't realized just how quickly she had impressed him. "Wow, I'm, uh, kinda flattered," she had to admit.

Jacob flashed a grin. "You should be. Other owners should be jealous I landed you."

Leslie took a finishing bite of her salad, hoping it would hide her cheeks getting even brighter.

Soon Tim returned with the cart and arrived at the table. He picked up the salad plates and put the main course in front of everyone.

"Pan-seared salmon with a honey-soy glaze, served with roasted asparagus and garlic mashed potatoes," he explained the dish as he served it.

"You were right, I will enjoy this," Jacob grinned toward Tim, who nodded in appreciation, before returning to the kitchen once again.

"So Mia, I asked Lance why he became a pet. May I inquire as to what made you apply to become a pet?" Jacob asked, turning toward her.

She was clearly surprised as she was about to put a piece of salmon into her mouth and nearly dropped it upon being asked the question.

"Well, I had originally responded to the ad because of money. The ad was pretty vague so I didn't know what it was about at first. But when I went in for the initial interview and they explained what it was... I don't know. It seemed to provide the combination of security and companionship I felt like I needed. It's a commitment but not really, if that makes sense. Like it's a relationship but not in a dating sense, I guess, and that was attractive. But also the idea that if I followed through on it, I would also get a bit of security, both financial and otherwise. It just seemed to be an attractive choice."

"And the... nature of the job didn't concern you or turn you away?" Jacob continued.

Mia shook her head. "No, not really. It actually sounded kind of fun. I've never felt that I've been all that shy, even if I found it difficult to form interpersonal friendships for—reasons. Like, the idea of being able to just get naked and not get in trouble just kinda sounds awesome. I'm nervous, of course, but I guess that is as much self-awareness as anything, maybe. And the sex, again, I'm kind of like whatever. As long as I have fun that's good for me."

Jacob let out a little chuckle. "Well, I feel you're the type who will do either really well at the job, or the opposite. I'm wishing you luck that you are the former."

"Uh, thank you, sir."

The conversation then moved more towards more professional topics between Jacob and Mr. Powell. This allowed Leslie to enjoy her salmon dinner with minimal interruptions as she had little to say during that particular conversation.

The dinner concluded with a chocolate mousse and raspberry dessert Tim brought out last. Leslie thought it was absolutely divine, and she pondered whether there was anything she could do, other than being naked in front of him, to show her appreciation to Mr. Cheng.

Once dinner was concluded, Jacob invited the group to the area of the patio that Leslie remembered from her first job, and she wondered if this was just a routine that Jacob had for situations like this. Jacob ordered a Manhattan while Mr. Powell ordered a Negroni to drink now that they were outside. Leslie invited Mia with her to the bar to give her used to doing some of the work expected of a pet.

"Oh, I see you brought a friend," Scarlet grinned as she saw Leslie approach with Mia.

"A Manhattan and a Negroni, please," Leslie relayed the orders to Scarlet before turning toward Mia. "So what do you think so far."

Mia let out a nervous sigh. "Honestly not as bad as I thought it would be so far. I guess you never know what to expect until you do it, right?"

"Yeah, I hear that. I had the same feeling my first time," Leslie chuckled as she looked over and watched Scarlet work.

"So how much of this is chatting and serving refreshments and how much of this job is, well..." Mia asked.

"Sex?" Leslie finished the question.

"Yeah," Mia nervously chuckled.

"Honestly it's hard for me to tell so far. I've only worked a handful of jobs, and it's been a mix. They've all included sex, but I've had jobs that were heavy on customer service and other jobs that were just kinda like hanging out. It depends on the owners, the pets, and whatever plan they have in mind. But I haven't had a job that is just sex right away and that's it. At least yet. I kind of feel like Mr. Henderson isn't the type of owner that would arrange something like that."

"I see, so it is really up to the taste of your owner as much as anything," Mia reflected.

"Yeah, that seems to be my impression," Leslie nodded.

"Here are your drinks, ladies. Do you need a tray or can you two handle two drinks on your own?" Scarlet asked teasingly.

"I think we can handle it," Leslie said with a slight laugh, picking up the Manhattan while Mia picked up the Negroni. "Thank you, as usual, Scarlet."

With that, they returned to the patio, giving their respective owners their drinks.

"So I was thinking. What about a game of 21 questions? Or I suppose however many questions we end up asking," Jacob began as he accepted his drink. "Mr. Powell and I can ask questions of you two or even of each other and we can perhaps learn a bit more about each other."

"Sounds good. Want us to stand or sit?" Leslie inquired.

"You can sit across from us if you don't mind," Jacob suggested.

Leslie and Mia then picked up the seats that were next to the two men, placed them on the other side of the table, and sat across from their respective owners.

Jacob took a sip of his drink before beginning. "Mia. What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to try but haven’t yet?"

Mia sat up straight as if she was almost hoping to be asked this particular question. "I've wanted to go to some themed party—like Roman-themed or something like that—and just have fun and chill out. I think it would be really cool. I haven't had an opportunity to attend many parties, and the ones I have been to were kinda lame. I'm really into historical stuff so I think having a party that reflected how they might have partied themselves would be fun to attend."

Jacob and Mr. Powell gave impressed nods before Mr. Powell asked the next question. "Ms. Leslie, What is the most surprising thing you’ve learned during your time as a pet so far?"

Leslie flashed a look at Jacob as she considered her answer. "Maybe just how much I've accepted the role. To begin with, I was unsure that I'd like it. That I'd just take the money and put up with the stuff I had to do to make it. But I've found that I've enjoyed the job for its own sake too. I think that took me a bit by surprise."

"As I've already remarked, I am not surprised by it," Jacob grinned. He then turned toward the man next to him. "Mr. Powell, I have a question for you. If you could relive one moment from your life, what would it be?"

Mr. Powell once again took a sip of his drink as he considered his response. "That's a good and probing question." He let out a little bit of a laugh while he further considered. "Probably the time in my late twenties. I feel now I was a bit too focused on my job at the time. Don't get me wrong, it helped me with the success I achieved. But I think I perhaps missed out on some things in life during my prime as a result."

"That seems like a pretty fair answer. And a rather common one from a lot of successful people," Jacob noted.

It was now Mr. Powell's turn to ask again. "Mia. Since you mentioned you liked history, if you could meet anyone from history, who would it be and why?"

Leslie looked over at Mia when she didn't respond right away. Leslie thought she could almost see Mia going through the long list of people she could possibly answer with.

"Probably the person in charge of the project to build the Great Pyramid," she finally answered, "if only to ask him how they did it."

"A very interesting answer. Not someone who at least we historically knew had power or influence, but someone who solved a problem that we may not even properly know the answer to today. Fascinating," Mr. Powell smiled in response, clearly impressed by it.

Jacob took a sip of his drink. Leslie thought she could see a slight glint in his eye. "So Mia, What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done in an... intimate context?"

Mia shuffled nervously, perhaps not expecting such a personal question, but if she was going to succeed as a pet, being a complete open book was something she was going to need to get used to.

"Wh—when I was a junior, after a D&D club meeting at school, I ended up pulling a boy in the club that I thought was cute into one of the school bathrooms, and, well..." she started blushing hard.

"Had sex with him?" Jacob surmised the answer.

Mia bashfully nodded her head. "Yeah."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing wrong with young lovers having a good time," Mr. Powell chuckled, eliciting a nod from Jacob.

"I hope you had fun at least," Leslie remarked with a grin.

"Ah, yeah. We hooked up a few more times after that too," Mia added, seeming a bit more confident after the reassurance.

"I'm glad you had a good time," Mr. Powell said before turning toward Leslie. "Leslie, Is there something you’ve always wanted to experience as a pet but haven’t yet?"

Leslie's brain seemed to hit a blank at first. Most of her time as a pet so far was more about anticipating what Jacob might come up with and not hoping for specific things to happen. She had to take a few moments to even consider the possibilities. Some crazy ideas popped into her head—ideas that she normally would have never considered but her job as a pet could allow her to do. All of which turned her on, sometimes to her surprise.

"That's a tough one..." she began, still trying to buy herself more time to think. "I think something that I might not be able to get away with except for working this job. I guess I've already experienced some of that, but maybe more explicit or blatant? I don't know if that answers your question."

Mr. Powell considered it. "Any specific ideas pop in your head?" he then pressed.

Leslie just decided to say what images had popped into her head. "I guess maybe like being a host at a really large gathering, especially if people wouldn't be expecting it. Or maybe just blatant public sex."

"I suppose that gives me something to work with," Jacob chuckled. "I should ask you for ideas more often, Leslie."

"Oh, please, sir. I'm not sure I'm that creative..."

"I think you might be surprised. Especially after the more things you experience." Jacob took a sip of his drink. "Speaking of trying new things, Leslie, what’s a sexual boundary you’ve pushed for yourself recently, and how did it feel? Preferably outside of your position, but it is fine if it is."

Leslie knew exactly the answer to this one, and she blushed hard thinking about it again.

"Ah, recently I hung out with a guy when out at a wall climbing place with friends. We ended up going into a back room and fucking. I didn't even get his name until we were done! It felt so risky but it was also so exhilarating."

"Is that your first random encounter outside of work?" Jacob inquired.

"Y-yeah. I kind of still can't believe I did it. But it just kinda happened."

"I think you're just exploring parts of yourself you just weren't aware of before. That's good," Jacob grinned.

Leslie felt a bit proud as Mr. Powell looked at Mia. "Mia, what’s something you find potentially the most exciting or intriguing about your job as a pet?"

Mia pondered for a few moments before answering. "I think it's the potential of trying new things and making new connections."

"Not a bad goal," Mr. Powell nodded as he finished his drink.

"Excellent answers, as usual, ladies," Jacob added. "Before we proceed to the next part of the evening, however, I believe we could use a refresh on our drinks."

"Of course, sir," Leslie nodded and glanced at Mia before the pair promptly returned to the kitchen, and got another round of drinks before returning. However, once they did, they found Jacob and Mr. Powell had moved to another area of the patio.

"I believe you two may be more comfortable over here for the rest of the evening," Jacob noted, motioning the two women over to where they were standing.

"Your drink, sir," Leslie remarked, handing Jacob his refill.

"Thank you, Leslie." He then motioned toward the area of the patio where they were standing. Leslie recognized it as the area that had the L-shaped sofa and the stylistic fire pit from her previous job where Jacob had many guests over, but it had been reconfigured. Now, between the fire pit and the edge of the patio set a pair of chairs and a sofa, all matching, but also a set Leslie didn't recognize. They were made of some sort of large weaves and had black cushions. The sofa itself also had white and grey pillows. "Take a seat, please," Jacob added motioning toward the couch.

Leslie and Mia took a seat on either end of the couch as Jacob and Mr. Powell took seats on the opposite chairs.

"I was thinking something a bit different tonight. Perhaps a slow intimate buildup between the two of you, mixed in with a discussion between you two," Jacob explained. "I thought it could be interesting to mix in some discussions about each other while we build up the evening's excitement."

Leslie glanced over toward Mia. Mia was starting to get a bit nervous now that it was time to truly "perform" in front of others. Leslie scooted next to her and put her hand on one of Mia's hands.

"Just take a deep breath and relax. I know it can be intimidating. If you have to, just pretend they aren't there. Don't worry about trying too hard. Just do what feels good. That is what they want to see anyway."

Mia nodded, a blush filling her face. "I've just never been with another woman before. I don't—I don't want to mess up."

Leslie chuckled. "Don't worry, I had the same thought my first time as well. I'll help guide you if you need it. Just relax and have a good time."

With that, Leslie leaned in and started giving Mia a gentle kiss, which she reciprocated. Leslie put her hand behind Mia's neck and gently deepened the kiss, while Mia took hold of her arm with one of her hands. She could still tell Mia was nervous, but she was also doing well with this start.

Leslie then slowly broke off the kiss and smiled. "How was that?"

"Uh, not too bad," Mia sheepishly remarked.

"Earlier you mentioned you found being a pet attractive because of the companionship. Would you mind telling me more about that? I find it interesting because that's not one of the motivations for why I became one," Leslie asked curiously.

Mia sighed. "I don't know. I've always felt disconnected from everyone. At school, I was always seen as quirky and found it difficult to form lasting friendships. People were never interested in the things I was interested in and I was never interested in the things they were interested in. It just made it hard to hang out. At home, I'm the middle sibling in a pretty big family, so my parents always either favored my older siblings when it came to academics or clubs or they doted on my younger siblings. I didn't end up getting very much attention. But this kind of gives me a bit of a guarantee of something, even if it is still formally an employer/employee relationship."

Leslie brushed her hand over Mia's breasts, making sure to brush her nails over her nipples, before kissing her collarbone and slowly kissing her way down to Mia's chest, sucking one nipple into her mouth, and then the other. She stopped just long enough to continue the conversation.

"I can see how that could be tough. So far everyone I've met in this job has been incredibly welcoming and made me feel like I belong here. If that is what you are looking for, I think you will enjoy it."

She kissed Mia's nipples once again. "Do you have any questions for me?"

Mia hesitated, taking in a sharp breath as Leslie once again put her breasts into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them. "What was the hardest part for you at first? Was it... stuff like this, or something else?"

Leslie gave Mia's breasts a couple of final kisses as she considered her response.

"I think it was getting over my fear—both my fear that I'd somehow fail to perform and also the fear that I wouldn't be able to look at myself in the mirror the next day. As it turns out, neither of those was a problem. Once you realize that, you can let go and just let yourself enjoy the situation. Sometimes you'll be in control of it, sometimes you won't, but for me, that is also part of the allure. Moments like this can be intense, but they’re also rewarding when you let yourself fully get into them."

Mia nodded. "That's a good point. Don't overthink it. Just be in the moment. That's pretty good advice. I'll try to do that."

"I think you're already doing better than you think," Leslie smiled before moving herself so that she was over Mia, leaning in to kiss her again. This kiss lingered, with it beginning to feel more natural. Leslie's fingers also reached down between Mia's legs, prompting her to spread them. Leslie started to slide her fingers up and down Mia's labia, lightly thumbing her clit in the process.

Leslie gently pulled away from the kiss once again. "So you said you haven't been with another woman. You also said you had hooked up with a boy from one of your school clubs. Anything else to note along those lines?" Leslie slipped a couple of fingers inside Mia upon asking her the question, causing Mia to let out a gasp.

"Nothing much," she began, trying to maintain the conversation as Leslie fingered her. "I had a boyfriend for a while, but it didn't last. Some make-out sessions. But that's about it. Not many people wanted to hook up with the history freak girl from school."

"That's a shame. You're pretty cute," Leslie grinned at her, causing Mia to blush once again. Leslie then slowly lowered herself until she was on her knees in front of Mia. "Your turn to ask me something," Leslie declared before gently leaning in and rubbing her tongue up against Mia's folds. She had to hold back a giggle as Mia struggled to come up with something as she felt the waves of pleasure crash through her from her work.

"Does—does anyone else know you do this?" Mia was finally able to get out between breaths before she leaned back into the couch.

Leslie pulled away from licking her and reinserted her fingers. "Not really. I've hinted about it with one of my friends because she got suspicious about some things. But no, no one fully knows yet. I guess I'm going to have to tell people eventually. But I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

Mia gave a sound of understanding, but that was all she was able to get out. Leslie figured she might be too distracted to continue the conversation for now and so she settled back to alternating between orally and manually stimulating her.

Leslie enjoyed the sweetness of Mia's taste as she felt her continue to tense up as she built up towards an orgasm. Leslie had never really thought she would be into women, but she found that she was having as much fun with them as with men. And Mia was being particularly fun to excite at the moment.

Leslie looked up at Mia as she worked. Mia's entire body was flushed at this point, with Mia's head and back starting to arch and her hands grasping and squeezing her breasts while letting out the occasional moan between gasps.

Leslie decided to finally concentrate on fingering against her G-spot, sliding back up Mia's body and kissing and sucking on Mia's breasts and nipples. Suddenly, Mia arched her back even more and let out what seemed like a constant moan and Leslie could feel Mia's pussy clench around her fingers. Moments later Mia gushed, squirting over Leslie's hand and onto the patio's surface.

"Ahh!" Leslie exclaimed with a laugh as she continued to vigorously work Mia's G-spot through her orgasm. Mia seemed to relax from the orgasm before launching into what looked like a second one right away. Leslie thought her hand might cramp as she continued to work vigorously until Mia, finally, collapsed back into the couch, gasping for relief. Leslie withdrew her drenched hand and laughed.

"You look like you enjoyed that," she remarked before giving Mia a small kiss.

"Uh-huh..." Mia was able to get out between breaths. "What happened?"

"What happened? You mean, you squirting?" Leslie laughed.

"I squirted? I've never done that before!" Mia announced with surprise as she sat back up on the couch. "I hope I didn't make too much of a mess."

"It's no big deal. My hand is drenched though," Leslie chuckled, holding up her hand to demonstrate.

Mia blushed. "I'm sure you squirt all the time," she bashfully remarked.

"Actually, I never have either. So that's something you got on me now," Leslie smiled.

"Really?" Mia said with surprise. "I'd—I'd love to try to return the favor."

Leslie leaned in and gave Mia another small kiss. "You can try. But don't feel bad if you don't. No one else has either."

Mia let out a small chuckle. "Give me a second, alright?"

"Sure thing." Leslie sat on the couch next to her and ran her hand through Mia's hair. "I love your hair by the way. Is it natural?"

"Y-yeah. It's always been this light. I sometimes put streaks of color in it though. I also can never decide if I like it long or short."

"I think it'd look good no matter how you did it," Leslie remarked before kissing her on the cheek. For some reason, Mia made her feel particularly playful that evening. She didn't feel anything romantic or any feelings of that nature, but she just found her cute.

Mia let out a drawn-out sigh and smiled. "My turn," she said with a grin before moving so that she was straddling Leslie. Leslie looked Mia in the eyes before Mia leaned in and started kissing her. Leslie was a bit surprised by just how aggressively Mia was but quickly got into it. The pair moaned as they started wrapping their tongues around each other's.

Mia inched herself forward, pressing her breasts against Leslie's. Leslie instinctively put her arm around Mia's back as they continued making out. She started feeling hot and briefly opened her eyes to look at the two owners intently watching them.

"I want to make you cum so hard, Leslie," Mia breathed as she pulled away from the kiss, resting her forehead against Leslie's.

"I can't wait," Leslie grinned at her, before resuming the make-out session. The pair sloppily made out for several more minutes, and Leslie could feel herself getting wetter.

Mia started subtly leaning to the side, indicating to Leslie she wanted her to lay down on the couch, which she did, with the pair barely breaking their make-out session in the process. Leslie lay on her back with Mia on her hands and knees above her, reaching one of her hands and rubbing the outside of Leslie's pussy.

Leslie let out a gasp between kisses as she felt Mia's touch. Her fingers ran through Leslie's folds, digging deeper with each pass until finally, she slipped two fingers inside.

Mia may not be experienced with girls, but Leslie felt she knew exactly what she was doing as she immediately found her G-spot and started scraping against it, causing Leslie to moan and squirm. Mia pressed harder with her kiss as if she was trying to keep Leslie's moan from breaking it.

Mia positioned her hand so that her palm rubbed against her clit. Leslie felt the tingling inside her spread and get stronger. Even more, she was enjoying how Mia was taking command. Mia was being assertive with both her fingering and her kissing and Leslie found that being at Mia's whim just heightened her senses even more.

Leslie wrapped one of her hands behind Mia's back and grabbed the back of Mia's neck with the other, holding onto her as she tried to fight the urge to wriggle too much, but the growing sensations inside of her made it increasingly difficult.

Then she finally felt it. It felt like bliss as the orgasm hit her, and she broke off the kiss with a gasp. She grasped onto Mia's hair and back as she wrapped one of her legs around her as she lay there riding through the waves of pleasure. Mia continued working on her G-spot, seemingly prolonging the orgasm even longer until it finally broke and Leslie relaxed on the couch catching her breath.

"I couldn't make you squirt," Mia said with a bit of mournfulness in her voice as she looked down at Leslie.

Leslie let out a giggle and put her hand against Mia's cheek. "As I said, no one has yet, so don't feel too disappointed. You did pretty well for your first time with a woman. I hope you had fun. I know I did."

Mia smiled back. "Thank you. I did have fun."

"Then that's what matters."

Mia gave Leslie one more kiss before sitting up and scooting down the couch so that she was sitting on her knees, allowing Leslie to swing her legs off and sit on the other end of the couch and adjust her hair, which had gotten a bit frazzled under her.

"I have to say, that was an impressive opening act, Mia. I think you will be an excellent pet, and Mr. Powell is lucky to have you," Jacob remarked with a grin, giving them a toast with his drink glass.

"I look forward to it," Mr. Powell agreed.

Leslie, in an afterglow haze, looked over at Mia, who was blushing.

"Thank you, Mr. Henderson," Mia replied with a slight smile before standing up, offering her hand to Leslie, who accepted it and stood up herself.

The pair rejoined their owners and had a brief conversation that Leslie barely paid attention to as her head was still spinning. Before she had realized it, they were standing outside the entrance, bidding Mia and Mr. Powell farewell.

"I hope we can work together again," Leslie smiled at Mia as she gave her a farewell hug.

"So do I," Mia grinned in return after releasing the hug.

"Well, that may come sooner rather than later, if things go right," Jacob smirked at Leslie as she stepped back by his side.

"Oh? How's that?" she inquired.

"You'll see," he just smiled as he looked away.

"Fine. I'm used to your surprises."

Jacob and Mr. Powell then bid final farewells before Mr. Powell and Mia got into their car and drove off for the night.

"Another excellent evening, Leslie. Thank you," Jacob turned to thank her as the departing car vanished down the road. "You did well."

"Uh, thanks. I just kinda went with the flow of things is all."

Jacob chuckled as he began leading Leslie back toward the house. "That's part of what makes you so good at this, Leslie. You adapt seamlessly, no matter the situation. It’s not just about ‘going with the flow’; it’s about making it look effortless."

Leslie let out a nervous laugh as she followed along. "I don’t know if it’s seamless, but... I’m trying to get better at it," she admitted, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

They re-entered the house, the doorman closing the door behind them. "You're finished for the night. As usual, Stephanie will be around if you need anything. Have a good evening." With that Jacob gave a curt goodbye nod and walked back into the house.

She stood there for a moment, still taking in the evening before turning to head to the staff room. She followed what was her ritual at this point of removing her choker and putting it in her locker before heading to the shower. As had become a habit, she replayed the evening in her head again as she got cleaned up. Mia had adjusted remarkably well, she thought, although she had nothing to compare it to other than her own adjustment to her role. She couldn't help but feel like they were quite similar in that fashion.

She returned from the shower and put her clothes back on before walking into the main staff room on her way to leave. There she ran into Scarlet, who appeared to be waiting for her.

"It sounded like you had a good evening," Scarlet smiled as she stood up to greet Leslie.

"It wasn't too bad. I wish you hadn't been stuck in the kitchen while it was happening," Leslie greeted her in response.

"It happens. Hopefully next time I'll be lucky enough to use the outdoor bar again."

Leslie and Scarlet then found themselves in a bit of a lull. Leslie could feel the tension growing between them. It felt like Scarlet wanted to say something but was hesitating.

"Scarlet—" Leslie began before getting cut off.

"Leslie, uh—oh, uh, I'm sorry..." Scarlet started before realizing she had cut Leslie off.

"No, it's okay, go on."

"Uh, I was wondering if you, uh, wanted to hang out sometime next weekend. Uh, assuming you have time, of course. Outside work. Just like, hanging out, you know." Scarlet was starting to blush. Leslie knew she had a crush of some sort on her. Was this her way of trying to ask her out?

Leslie had almost forgotten their agreement to exchange phone numbers she had made earlier in the evening. "Sure. I'd love to. As far as I know, I don't have anything planned next weekend. And even if something comes up, it always tends to be in the evening. So maybe something in the afternoon?" Leslie gratefully accepted with a smile.

"Sure, that's great. Um, I don't really have a plan yet, but I can let you know when I do. Uh, I'm not sure I have your number, though..."

Leslie and Scarlet quickly exchanged numbers, before walking out to the staff parking lot together.

"I look forward to seeing you next weekend then," Leslie remarked as she got into her car, waving Scarlet goodbye.

"Uh, yeah. See you then!" Scarlet then got into her car and soon pulled away.

Leslie just smiled to herself. She wasn't sure how her day with Scarlet was going to go, but she was looking forward to it.