Thread: A Little Sex Training {darkest_fate&DeliciousLust}

Betty Woo wasn't exactly the type of person who liked to admit that she needed help. From the outside, it was perhaps hard to see why she would be someone who needed any sort of help when she had the background, beauty and brains to create the workings of a successful babe in today's world. Even though she wasn't exactly a celebrity in the greater Chicago area, her pictures easily circulated several outlets in social media and even submitted unexpectedly in vapid contests of looks to see who was hotter when it came to superficial looks. Needless to say, it was rather easy for her to find some arm candy by her side at all times. This was fact ever since high school when she developed rather well to earn her a lead over other girls in popularity and keep in throughout her years after she graduated. There was something being a petite Asian hottie that never exactly grew out of style. It also helped that she saw her sexual awakening rather early and lost her virginity at an early age, then exercised her sexual right whenever the opportunity presented itself soon after. There were probably some deep latent psychological daddy issues that explained that, but she wasn't here to see a psychologist. It was a different sort of alternative help she needed unfortunately. There was a little secret that many didn't know about Betty, nothing exactly she was proud of. Betty was horrible in bed, in the sack even. It was hard to believe how a hot package could flounder in the sexual area when she had so many opportunities to exercise her skills and practice. Just a few dates, many of her lovers soon found out her weakness. There were some who left her early, not seeing her worth the effort despite the pretty face. Some trudged on, thinking they could squeeze some long term relationship out of her that could be beyond sex. It didn't help that she liked sex herself, wanted it, and those who were lucky enough to fuck her easily found her to be a bore. She didn't know what she did wrong exactly, though it wasn't something she could easily know herself. Sex was merely an exercise of release, or so she believed. As a woman in the real world, she understood that her release may come secondary to her partners, but so long as somebody was pleased in sex. Sadly, even her partners weren't pleased. It just wasn't enough to have a hot babe lay on her back, and be completely unmoving to the experience. She only knew of one position and it seemed to suit her early partners in high school rather fine when sex was an early experience. However, people's taste grew, especially with the speed that society moved. People want someone who was not just pretty and fuckable, but exciting and dangerous. Betty was merely safe, sort of a pitiful call back to the women of the feudal times who pleased their husband to consummate. That was merely not enough now. She heard about this Robbi, which had a rather alternative spelling to her name. Something told her that wasn't her real name, just a stage name. When she heard that there was someone out there who professionally taught sex, she thought of that person perhaps being a prostitute or the like. Then she had to scale back her expectations as she couldn't see herself as being above that person, especially not with the problems she was having. Despite the differences in profession, such a person must be her better in sexual ability if her name came highly recommended by her colleagues and associates. If anything, she must have a greater standing than Betty in social circles. There was a bit of shame that weight on her shoulders, eroding her past confidence, but she knew she had to rise above that. After so many defeats, she knew that would take some time. There was some bit of anxiety that ate her inside when she submitted her pictures to Robbi to take a gander, along with her impressive measurements to match. They were doctored, but not very much so. In real life, her subtle flaws are forgotten for her greater beauty. Women weren't exactly her go-to partners in a relationship, but she felt some obligation to earn approval from this Robbi. Perhaps it was some void inside her that needed to be filled to rebuild her confidence, after so many crushing defeats with her departed partners that left for greener pastures. She didn't do any research in the woman herself, preferring to leave things to the imagination and to surprise. In her thoughts, she pictured Robbi could either be some smoking hot dominatrix that was adorned in tight latex and perhaps spoke with some foreign accent. On the other side of the spectrum, she imagine that Robbi could be some woman who dressed in a hoodie and sweats, as if sexual training was the same thing as physical training. Seeing as this was apparently general knowledge with the masses and she lacked it, she wondered if this made her sheltered in comparison. Betty grew up a rather colourful part of Chicago, which exposed her to many different scenes and genres. Even if she was boring in bed, she was at least fashionable and appealed to a variety of tastes. She had a sizable wardrobe that could fit many occasions, trendy, sexy, alternative and sometimes even near fetish related. Regardless, she still managed to keep a 'good girl' aura round her. Beyond her anxiety to meeting this stranger for the first time and opening her doors to sexual experiences, she was also unsure what to dress for such an occasion. Luckily, she had the day off, so she could spend almost hours pondering on her wardrobe. She didn't know what people wore when they went to be taught the complexities and tricks of sex. A part of her didn't even know if there was going to be sex involved, or she was going to be walking into an on-going orgy that would allow her to see the light at the end of an exhausting night. Needlessly to say, at least her predicament gave her enough fuel to form amusing thoughts in her head that caused her to both blush and giggle without prompting. She texted her friends for some confidence and sent some pictures to get some ideas for outfits. Eventually, she settled on a rather sexy and sport number to enhance her best assets. Her outfit consisted of a ball cap with some numbers stitch on it to make it look worn, her glossy black hair was pulled into a fashionable ponytail and fitted through the velcro strap of the hat neatly. She wore a grey tank top that was cut off short that probably made it look more closely to a sports bra, it hug her sizable chest rather well. Her perky breasts were undoubtedly implants that fitted well with her small form, something she got right after high school to keep her in the lead of many women, the hint of piercings poked through the fabric of her top. Her stomach was toned with a short little chain that hung from it, it was free of the tattoos that Robbi had however, though she could probably spot the hint of a regrettable tramp stamp behind her that read something embarrassing. Hugging her tight rounded hips were black yoga shorts that did little to hid her shapely rump. Finally, she wore thigh-high socks with red and blue stripes that highlighted the tanned thigh in between tight fabrics. When she strode through the hotel doors, she was in seemingly mid-jog, as she if had just finished exercising. It was perhaps just an act. She then grew cautious and strode through the hotel before she spot the woman who had the agency tag in front of her. Was that Robbi? She was quite a looker, andor a hooker too. What kind of woman was she? Did she make the right decision to do this? Was she some sort of freakshow? What if she didn't really need help? What were her limits to get what she wanted? Were they going to be here all night? And many other questions filled her head as she awkwardly strode forward with an overwhelmed look on her face that blurted the first thing in her head. Urm...I'm here for you...