Emmy brought her hands to her face to hide her embarrassment. She wasn't ready to admit her relationship with Charlie and she certainly hadn't wanted to be exposed so lewdly to Yogi Jacob. The humiliation only added to her arousal. Charlie pressed her lips against Emmy's pussy, giving her a kiss before pulling back and up into a sitting position. "Not interrupting a thing." Charlie's voice was light and relaxed. "We were just loosening up."
Emmy pushed her elbows down against the mat to help her sit up, trying to close her legs, but Charlie's body was in the way. Her Mistress held out her hands and pulled her up to a seated position.
"You ready?" Charlie looked up at Jacob.
Emmy was completely off-balance at the dynamic. She didn't know what Charlie's and Jacob's relationship was, but apparently being naked and having sex in front of him wasn't a problem. A quick flash of jealously rushed through her, rapidly dissolving into curiosity and amusement.
Jealousy?
"Ready?...For what?" Emmy looked at the two of them. She sat crosslegged, knowing her pussy was drooling onto the mat, trying not to call attention to it. She was so aroused and had been so close to cumming. She felt like her spine was thrumming.
"Here? Or in the office?" Jacob looked at the two of them.
Charlie shrugged and, coming to some internal decision, curled up onto her feet and nodded toward the office. Leaning down, she held out her hand to Emmy and helped her up.
At Emmy's glance to her clothes, Charlie just shook her head slightly and kept her warm hand tight in Emmy's. Emmy looked at their images as they walked through the studio: a brown-skinned lithe woman, holding hands with a small-featured pale-skinned woman, both naked, following an Indian man in a tunic. She noticed, just as he exited, a bulge growing at his waistline and saw herself licking her lips.
You whore.
But she only felt more aroused at the thought she had made him stiff, just by being naked.
Or maybe having two naked women going down on each other. Maybe that.
"What are we doing?" Emmy hissed a whisper, seeing herself walking naked across the lobby holding hands with another naked woman.
Charlie removed her hand and stroked Emmy's back from her neck to the top of her buns. "It's nice, isn't it? Jacob and I spend a lot of time undressed at the studio. It feels...constraining to have to wear clothes."
"Oh. Well. Thanks, but no, I mean..." she waved her hand toward his office.
"Oh, yeah. Patience." She grabbed a couple of sweat towels from a cubby.
Yogi Jacob invited them to each take a seat in some kind of bean-bag cushiony thing around a low table. Charlie handed Emmy a towel to protect the fabric, used her own to quickly dry her face and then laid it down for herself. The scent of cinnamon was more intense than Emmy had ever smelled it before, and she unconsciously looked at Yogi Jacob's waist. The bulge was there, but no larger than it had seemed to her moments before.
"So, Charlie," Jacob began after everyone had settled in, "you had made a suggestion to me the other day about how to expand Namaste Yoga's services and offerings. I suspect Emmy has not been filled in on the details yet?"
Emmy looked between the two of them, mystified.
Charlie looked at Jacob and smiled. "Right. Let's get down to business." She turned her attention to Emmy. "You probably don't know much about Namaste Yoga's business, I assume. Looking back at your time here, I know you came in as an observer with Julie and very shortly afterward signed up for privates, right?" She waited for Emmy to confirm. "But you've never taken a 'straight' yoga class or any of the other groups."
Emmy agreed she hadn't but confided she'd seen the class schedule several times, so knew the studio offered the usual curriculum. All throughout, she was distracted by her juices oozing and wondered if either of the others could smell her arousal. She didn't think it was possible to get even more aroused than she had been, but the current situation was proving her wrong.
"Right," Charlie continued. "The problem is that Jacob is responsible for almost all of the classes. That's not quite true," she corrected herself. "We have several part time instructors who handle the beginning and beginning-intermediate studios. But the fact is, Namaste Yoga can't expand without bringing on at least one more full-time teacher for the regular classes, and/or another instructor for the naked classes."
Emmy nodded, confused why they were talking to her. Her eyes drifted down to Charlie's breasts and then to her open legs, her bush pointing like a highway sign to her open labia, swollen and obviously aroused. She blushed again.
"The thing is," Charlie went on, "we're really on a knife's edge here. The naked group classes are all legal—consenting adults and all that—but the privates are touchy. So to speak." She smiled at her play on words. "Anyway, as long as we vet the individual carefully, and we make sure they specifically request Jacob's...assistance...we're probably in the clear. That, and the videos, of course." Charlie stopped to let Emmy process what she was saying.
"The naked group classes make three times a normal class, revenue-wise, which is how we've been able to keep things going for the past couple of years. We've got waiting lists and backlogs and the like. The individuals are profitable, but we can't scale those..." She stopped when she realized she might have lost Emmy. "You following?"
Emmy nodded. "In plain English," she summarized, "you can charge a lot more for people getting naked and doing yoga, but Yogi Jacob is the only one who can teach those, so you've hit a ceiling, revenue-wise." She took a breath. "Oh! And you can't really expand the private sessions because they just chew into your group time without being able to charge enough to make up the difference."
Charlie smiled. "Yes. That's it exactly! I could just kiss you!"
"But," Emmy breathed in, "what does any of that have to do with me?"
Charlie looked over at Jacob, her eyes traveling down to the tenting at his waist. Emmy followed her gaze and blushed again.
"That." Charlie nodded with her forehead at Jacob's obvious erection. "That, and the fact you are really really good at yoga."
Emmy looked from Yogi Jacob's waist back to Charlie, shaking her head. "What? That's...what?"
"Allow me," Jacob stepped in, his melodious accent seemed to immediately calm her. "Charlie is operating under the notion that I have a peculiar...aroma...that has an arousing effect on women. No doubt she's shared this idea with you?"
Emmy nodded, amused that all of them were simply accepting his smell as perfectly normal.
Sure, cinnamon? You bet. I smell it all the time.
But she desperately wanted to squeeze her legs together to relieve the sexual tension building there.
"Based on this supposed...gift...Charlie has constructed an entire business plan for Namaste Yoga, on which we have been operating for a few years. This," he gestured to his erection making a pyramid of his tunic, "does not happen very often. Perhaps only once during the past several years. Not because I do not find naked women attractive. On the contrary, few things in life are more arousing to me than well-toned women doing yoga without clothes on. But I am sufficiently practiced in Tantric meditation to channel those energies back into my body where they can heal and nurture me."
Emmy just nodded, staring at his face to avoid staring at the pole poking up between his legs.
"So, when this happens, Charlie and I notice." He gestured again. "You may recall I had an erection when you came to observe Julie's private?"
Emmy nodded, still not following where the conversation was leading.
"And, of course, during your own privates, I was aroused every time. Since Charlie is convinced I have a peculiar and powerful aroma that arouses women, she naturally concluded that others may also have such a gift. You, for example." Yogi Jacob nodded his head slightly, not breaking eye contact with her.
