Sprigs Sex Academy

By Charlie Wish

Exclusive Management, Business and Sex Studies.

Sam at the age of 29 had achieved very little in his life, mostly because he couldn’t bothered. Out of the blue he is given a chance to inherit a fortune but has to return to school to get it, or so it seems.
Sprigs academy turns out to be somewhat unusual in that no one, not even the tutors are permitted to wear clothing and sex is very much encouraged, everywhere.
Sam quickly finds a new confidence and enthusiasm and meets the young woman he has been dreaming about for years. She is exactly as he imagined her in every detail including being naked all the time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie Wish
• Release date: Feb 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370299133

Charlie Wish

I live full time in an American RV and travel europe all year round. I came to writing quite late in life have had a programming background that I am bored with now and writing has given me a new lease of life. I love to give people pleasure. I find it almost as rewarding as receiving pleasure myself. I write erotica for the simple reason that I can give many people a lot of pleasure not only by exciting them but hopefully in assisting in them reaching their climax the ultimate in pleasure. I hope you enjoy my books and if you do please leave me a comment or visit my blog at http://charliewish.blogspot.com/

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Sprigs Sex Academy

Exclusive Management, Business and Sex Studies.

Copyright 2018 Charlie Wish

Chapter 1

Thank you, Mr. Smith, for coming in, said Mr. Barnes.

Please take a seat.

Sam Smith sat down in the plush chair the solicitor had indicated.

As you are no doubt aware, continued Mr. Barnes. I have been your late uncle's solicitor for some years.

No, I didn’t know, Sam said. While my uncle and aunt took me in when I was very young, they were very, erm, let’s say they hardly spoke to me. They certainly told me nothing about themselves. Don’t get me wrong they provided for my needs, a roof over my head, food, things like that. They just didn’t chat about things.

Oh, I see. So is it fair to assume you don’t know much about your late uncle's businesses?

No, I wouldn't say that I would say absolutely nothing at all. I don’t even know what he did.

Ah, so it may surprise you that he has left you a considerable fortune in his will.

What? Are you kidding? The man didn’t even like me.

No Mr. Smith I am not kidding, as you say.

Phew, well blow me, Sam said as he sat back in the chair looking surprised. Sorry, you said considerable. What was he some sort of millionaire?

Billionaire actually.

FUCK ME, Sam exclaimed and the colour drained from his face. I was joking about the millionaire comment. I didn’t really think he was.

However, Mr. Smith there are conditions attached to the inheritance.

Sam’s stomach and shoulders sank.

To receive the inheritance you have to attend the Sprigs Academy and complete a number of courses.

He has an academy named after him? Sam asked

So it would seem sir,

Sam screwed up his face as he felt there is some catch to this.

So what exactly is this academy? I know he was disappointed in my exam grades.

Unfortunately I am unable to furnish you with any information as to the nature of the academy Mr. Smith. Nor can I tell you what courses you are required to complete. My only involvement is to contact the dene of the academy and arrange an interview for you. I understand you will be furnished with the details at this interview. Providing, of course, you wish to proceed.

Sam is one of the worlds naturally lazy people. He graded badly in his exams because he would never put enough effort in. At 29 years of age, he still had the same job as a supermarket shelf filler, which he got by accident, simply because he can’t be bothered to find something better and he still lives in the rented one-room studio flat his aunt found for him when he left school.

Weird, so what if I don’t go to this academy thing? How much do I get?

Nothing and I quote from Mr. Sprigs, not a bean, if he wants it, he’s going to have to make some effort at least.

Told you he hated me, and you can’t tell me what I have to do there?

I am sorry Mr. Smith no, I am not privy to those details, only the dene can tell you more.

Well best you set it up, and I can find out more.

There is one more stipulation. Before you attend the interview, you must resign from your current employ and hand in your notice on your current residence.

What the fuck? He expects me to destroy my life, such as it is, before I even find out what he expects me to do?

Indeed sir.

Why, for Christ’s sake?

Again I quote from Mr. Sprigs, that should kick him up the arse.

He hardly ever spoke to me when he was alive, now he wants me to, god knows what.

"So where is the academy place then?

Near Cancun sir.

Where?

Mexico,

How the hell am I supposed to get there? I can’t afford to get to Skegness.

That’s all taken care of sir, transport will be provided for you.

Well, that’s something I suppose.

Yes, it appears your late uncle anticipated your lack of funds.

Yeah, I bet he did. So I risk everything for a maybe fortune, or I get nothing.

That appears to sum it up very succinctly Mr. Smith.

Sam heaved a big sigh, puffing his cheeks out as he exhaled. Go on then set it up.

Very good sir.

Three weeks later Sam finds himself on a flight to Cancun, first class, which was a surprise to him and he felt a little out of place as he saw the other first class passengers dressed so smartly. Sam didn’t own a suit or anything that smart but had worn his newest jeans and his best shirt. A shirt he liked to call his pulling shirt. The reality is, he had never pulled in it, his confidence around women was almost zero and considered himself as generally unattractive, especially to those young ladies who were of his type, slim, pretty, with long straight blond hair. Sam really had a thing for long hair.

He was collected from the airport by a limousine and travelled for over two hours out into the Mexican countryside and a long way from, as far as he could tell, any civilisation.

The car eventually pulls off the road and through a set of big automatic gates set in a high stone wall with nasty looking spikes along the top. After a short drive, the car stops in front of what looks like and traditional