An Old Friendzy

by Peter Joseph

 

5. Back in Life

 

Dreadful Kate took great delight in introducing me to my special dinner guest on the Tuesday night and then to another on the Thursday night, and as soon as each evening had been consummated, she was in my face with her stings: "Give them a little bang Pervert?"; "You are an easy little hot pants!"; "You box is paying the rent, Sweetie!"; "You were made for it."; "Bet they liked swinging on those tits of yours Pete! Pervert!"……

She got intense pleasure from my discomfort. She knew I was distressed to be stripped, every mound and crevice pried on, and squired with that sticky stuff, all over me, all over the sheets and leaving me with that dibble-out trickle. Kate was always there when I felt worst!

She loved breakfast where my guest would reminisce of the 'night to remember' while my greater need was to resume the retching.

I complained about Kate to Susanne, and she laughed when I described the ordeal. "Do you remember the first time you screwed me Pete? The world was so sweet for me the next morning and it continued to glow right up until you failed to ring me. I thought I had given you something so precious and I was so proud to 'go off' inside me. And in trance of ecstasy I waited by the phone for the call that was not going to happen.

"But you always rang me back. About two weeks later. Then we would go out and you would screw me, and again I would perch in hope beside that phone. I began to read the pattern Pete. While I purred, you recoiled in shame. You only rang me when you were getting randy. Do you remember the last time? You remember you screwed me in the back seat of the old Ford of yours. I was so pleased you had called me. Do you remember I was in that back seat naked and crying, imploring you to give me your time and ring me soon? But you never did. It was my desultory experience. It was the pits, rock bottom for me. Of course you went away promising to ring, and I believed that you would. But I did not hear from you again Pete. A couple years later I heard you married and next time I was you was in that supermarket".

"Sorry Susan. The memory is much worse from your perspective. I recall that events were moving too quickly for me. While I was willing enough, I was not really ready to be screwing and had horrible conscience problems with which to contend. I needed to withdraw just to keep my head together, but I was always attracted back because I loved being with you. If only we had limits, and parameters maybe our relationship might have flourished. I enjoyed being with you, and yarning, and I found you immensely attractive. I was not ready for you at that point. I was horrible to you and I did you wrong."

"Whatever Pete, I love you and always will, but can't help but gag when I hear you talking 'virginal outrage'. It just jangles my memories!"

"You are the power now, Susan" I said. "You control the history, and what I feel does not have legitimacy. But let me say that back when we were nineteen, I confess I was a dangerous projectile. I was working myself out, and there was no joy that I might have caused pain. It was never my intention to hurt anyone!"

"Whatever Pete. That is past and now we must move on. I am proposing that that you move from here in one more week. You will continue to have the odd assignment because despite your flushes of prudery, you are popular and make good money. You must be a good fuck Pete. You always were, as I recall! But besides that we have a future to contend with, so you must prepare yourself with a new wardrobe and you must learn the database system we use"

 

6. Working Hard

Before she left, Susan provide me with web logins, and introduced me to the workings of the dbase. She registered me with a 'Notes File in MS Outlook and told me to write my questions – which she would answer each day.

As I read it up, it was clear that her organization, which she called 'Suzannes', sought to provide a 'MacDonalds' to the sex industry – convenience, cost and packaging for the consumer. And training, income, protection and ease of entry/exit for the worker. Consumers purchased a membership which provided access to a website and appointments were paid by Visa card and concluded by internet or cell phone text message – the cell phone code would even provide key access to bedroom.

The website provided ratings and comments made by consumer and hosts, and pricing was responsive to popularity.

The Girls were trained to strict paradigms and the website provided on going training. It was for me to record all observations in my 'notes' to assist assessments and my role was to be an available presence for all.

The website also provided training for patrons. It treated and explained influences that reinforce the societal 'conscience' on prostitution from a philosophic, religious, sociological and historical perspectives

Kate laid out the new wardrobe for me, specifying what I should wear on each day, or the week – while on duty and while off duty. Kate enjoyed this wardrobe task immensely because it enabled her to focus attention on the changes that had happened to my body. It was embarrassing to wear showy lingerie and focus on deportment and make up. My days of slobbing around wearing shorts in the garden were at an end she found it enjoyable watching me struggle with tight skirts and heels and she spent her time scorning and abusing me.

I had to entertain guests on Monday Tuesday and Wednesday nights so my schedule was exhaustive. On the Thursday morning Kate woke my up early and with a scarifying leery smile. She turned on the DVD player and exposed me to various recordings she had made.

I sat in the bed clutching the blankets and weeping and she pointed out the mirror behind which she had sat each night, and through which she had made the recordings. She told me that she had sat there whirring away every night I had a guest.

"It was so poignant" she leered "I was often lured into masturbation Pete, but most of the time I was laughing as the thunder claps peeled over your face. O how pathetic you were! He would touch you tit, and you would flush into orgasm. How I laughed at your reactions."

"But look at this Pete. Notice how you go the penis. I have edited highlights here. You seem to be fascinated by bloke's dicks. You must have always been like that, Pervert! Look at that, you use it to change gears, make them go faster. You go for the clutch, I am sorry the crotch, when you want more action. But look at your pathetic face when they jam it in to you. Let's be silent for the sound recording is magnificent. I love these radio microphones Pete, and the remote cameras. I could sell this. I must give a copy to the woman who lived next door to you in the rooming house. She will wet herself! She actually likes women, you know. I will tell you to 'look you up, get in touch'. Pathetic Pete, you are the most pathetic!"

I was shattered. Kate just walked out laughing. I wanted to die but decided I needed to regain myself, so I played the recording again and again so I could revisit my experience away from Kate's scorn. It was actually interesting. My new parts were obviously sensitive and responsive. I had obviously decided, that 'if it must happen, let it be good'.

Reaching this adjustment, I dressed as well as I could, and with confidence strode out to breakfast. I considered all the things I could say to hurt Kate and decided that whatever the satisfaction of saying something hurtful, I would only feel worse. She was there sitting at the table, waiting, leering at me.

I sat down, I looked at her, I hooked my finger in my top and slowly pulled it down to reveal my breasts.

"I have them Kate, I did not ask for them, but I have to wear them. They like them and, whichever end of the dick you are on, sex is good. That is it Now please pass me the milk."

Kate did not know what to say, but smiled, and then laughed and passed the milk. She said: "take it you old fucker"

Oh shit, I thought. She is actually being friendly.

I left it at that and finished by breakfast in silence. Kate did not say much either as she helped me to pack.

"You did the wrong thing by Susan Pete. For years I have hated you for that. She got you back, now you support her well, or I will get very nasty with you."

Susan arrived, we had an early meal and she drove me back to the city. I told her about Kate's recordings and Susan interrupted me saying: "Yes I saw them, I saw them all. I was great watching. I thought you were remarkable Pete! Very sexy stuff. Loved it! You are a very active lady!"

We parked in the basement and took the elevator to the top floor. The elevator foyer opened up to the glassed doors of the principal apartment and a corridor of bed sitters.

Susan used her cell phone to open the apartment door. She told me that she would come and stay with me for a night or two per week and that Kate would be in every Monday and Tuesday night – to help me with management issues – like dining routines when I had overnight guests, where to order food, how it was to be presented etc.

Susan told me to keep my cell phone handy as it would text message when I was to expect a guest. She told me that in a month or so she would get me to come back to the farm but for the present I was to make this my home.

"Do what Kate says. She is not too friendly but she knows the business and her advice is practical and helpful!"

 

7. New Players

Each day I would sit at a table working on the computer, with my back to the elevator. I would hear people coming and going. The girls would come and chat with me, have a coffee between sessions. They had been trained at the farm. Kate was the martinet. I was surprised how happy they were to see Kate. Most worked with Suzannes on a part time. Some where students, some worked in the nearby office buildings and took lunchtime encounters. Most were doing it to pay for the car or to get money while at University. I did not meet anyone who wanted to work long term with Suzannes.

Occasionally a guy would come in and yarn, They would want to discuss matters they had read on the website and would tell me how they found this service provided them relief

I would stick to my exercise routine each morning. There was an exercise room in the apartment and the girls were encouraged to do a session. It was necessary to work on the body in this business, because it was on show. My duties would be from late morning until early evening. The centre catered essentially for Central Business District workers. On Friday and Saturday night it would be busy I until late and most of the activity on Sunday had concluded by late afternoon.

Susan was surprised by the volume of activity I generated. I would pull the curtains over the door at 8.30 when the dinner for two was delivered. I would use the serving dishes Kate had set out, uncork and have everything in order for my guest to arrive at 9.00pm. It was nice looking over the lights of the city from the patio. My client bookings were regulars who could come every fortnight. We would eat perhaps a DVD and then a gentle session in the bedroom. Mostly they would leave in the wee hours, but occasionally someone would stay over for breakfast.

I began to develop a feeling for these regulars. Guys that did not like living alone and it was a nice feeling to be able to offer myself as relief

The pecuniary dimension of our relationship provided a freedom from involvement and kept the transaction tidy. The website recommended that I issue a receipt at the end of the meal to prevent a patron being confused as to the nature of our rapport.

It started slowly but by the end of the first month I had a guest just about every night. The apartment was large enough to accommodate Susan when she visited and Kate. Susan and I would confer over breakfast. Susan would sometimes join me and my guest for our meal.

Susan asked me to come out to the farm, so I caught the train and was met by Kate who drove me the couple of kilometers to the farm..

"How is the letcher getting letchered." She acerbically asked.

I was reading Kate by this stage and answered in kind "It is coming out my ears, Kate!" I said, and she chuckled. She wanted it back hard. That was her way of relating.

Upon arrival, she said: "Drop you gear Pete, take your glass and go to the spa. Susan is there and wants to talk with you. So take off all your clothes now Pete. Surely it is second nature to you!"

She poured me a chilled glass of Chardonnay and as I pushed opened the door to enter the spa room, I noticed that Susan had another woman with her.

"I don't believe we have met" I said as I rather embarrassedly slipped into the water and sat down to face the other person.

"By God, it is Jacko! Has she got you too?"

"Pete, I would never have imagined. Those 'lungs', they are fantastic. Is it really you? "

"They are pointed the wrong way Jacko, but it really is me!"

"God Pete, just when I was ready to die, in you come. God Pete, what am I going to do? How are you coping? How do you manage?"

"She got you Jacko? Did you go out with her back in those days?

Yes Pete" said Susan. "All I wanted was to be one with you guys. Yes, Jacko had me. And not only Jacko!"

"Did you have Susan too, Pete" asked Jacko.

"I am enlarging this Jacuzzi next week. I really liked to hang out with you guys. But one by one, without telling the others, you would ask me out and fuck me. Next time you come out here you will meet another of your mates Pete, Jacko. I have a few more to pick up yet. I always liked hanging out with you guys and we will all hang out again. We girls are going to grow old together!"

"Who else are you going to get Susan," I asked.

"Pete just when I thought I was going to die, you come in with those wonderful tits" said Jacko. "How do you cope, I can't stand it. She says blokes are going to screw me. God, Pete, how are we going to manage?"

"I gather she only just got you Pete. You are still quite prepubescent. It is terrible having these big floppies. No Dick and Floppy Drives! Floppy Drives, because as soon as some bloke puts his hand on these tits, I am on the ceiling, I am so turned on!"

"But blokes fucking you Pete! How do you handle this?

"I am still programmed as a bloke, Jacko, but I have been reconstituted as a woman. I have the parts and when a hard prick comes at me, the new parts start to shake and want it. I would rather be a bloke Jacko, but I don't have a choice!"

"Come on boys, don't bung on. I just want to put you and your mates out in the paddock with the bulls.. We will all be best mates again. You all said I had good lungs back then. See how you like it, I am gong to love having the old team around me again. But now I think you will understand and accept me differently!?

  

  

  

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