Northwest Bound
by: Virginia Kane
Part Five
Continued from Part Four.
The thin skirt sashaying across Jamie’s unpantied rump still gave him fabulous sensations as he walked upstairs from the hotel restaurant after his dinner date with his new friend, Jim. He relished the way his pink, spanked bottom felt under the confines of his skirt that he feared was scarcely adequate to hide the warm glow on his nether cheeks as he climbed each stair. Anyone watching might detect that he was recently spanked. The idea made his using the stairs instead of the elevator seem much naughtier, and he was in a naughty mood.
It was hours since Geri warmed his fanny for him, yet the stings were still fresh in his mind, almost as fresh as the photo session he had at the corset shop with the camera salesman from the discount store: his new friend Jim. He could hardly wait to review the instant photos inside his purse in the privacy of his hotel suite. Jim promised to call as soon as the negatives were developed and he made some enlarged prints of the promised higher quality pictures Jim took of Jamie with his professional equipment while Jamie wore his new corset.
Jamie had a busy day and was looking forward to relaxing for a while. First, he had to phone Miss Gladden to explain Geri’s instructions. Miss Gladden quickly interrupted Jamie, telling him she’d be right over. She was more interested in seeing the results of Geri’s handiwork and hearing what else Geri and Jamie discussed during his visit his late morning to the clinic. There went his plans for a quiet evening. As usual, Miss Gladden was at the door before Jamie put the phone back on the receiver.
"Did you tell Geri about this morning’s session on the ‘horse’? Did you tell her that you learned then that you are a natural submissive?"
"Oh, yes. I told her everything. Spent over an hour. I didn’t leave out a single detail. She pumped me with questions. Had to know everything that happened. She wanted me to tell you that she’ll take charge, from now on. She forbade me to have any contact with my manhood, unless she approves, first. Then, she gave me a sound spanking. I loved it. You were right. I like being submissive. It’s all so clear, now. I truly need Geri’s love and her help to plan our future together."
Jamie didn’t tell Miss Gladden about meeting with Jim. She didn’t have to know. Of course, she’d have to tell Geri, eventually, hoping she’d give Jamie another sound spanking for disobeying her strict instructions.
"That’s wonderful, Jamie. The two of you can plan to spend many fun filled years together. I’m sure it will be a happy time for both of you."
"I wish Geri was well already. Strange, I was thinking of spending the evening by taking a long bubble bath, but now I feel like I need to celebrate my awakened self-awareness some more."
"I know what. Let’s go down to the hotel lounge. Call Geri up and ask her for her permission. That will make her feel good, and you’ll know whether she will want you to keep to yourself or mingle.
Tell her I invited you out for a few cocktails. Usually some of the ‘girls’ start out an evening on the town by going there. They’ll be happy to have us join them and share the latest gossip. Perhaps we can find a few men there to ask us to dance, or something. Sound like fun to you?"
"Okay! It’ll be my first night out looking for a date." I called Geri and told her of our plans while Miss Gladden share the call from the extension in my bedroom.
Geri sounded envious, but said to go and have a nice time for the two of us.
"Just one thing, Jamie. If any man suggests for you to spend some time alone with him, tell him about your spanked bottom and how you were forbidden to have anyone touch you below the waist or above your nylons. Tell him he’ll have to be content with getting a blowjob. If he accepts the terms, go with him. I’ll be dreaming about you giving ‘head’, while I lick my fingers. Tell him all about your crimson buns while you dance, if he tries to play grab ass with you. Remember, You’re not to let anyone touch your cock or ass until I give you my permission. Your cock and ass belong to me now.
Repeat these instructions to Miss Gladden, word for word. I want her to keep an eye on you for me until I get out of this damned bed. Don’t you dare leave out a thing I told you earlier. Tell her I said your cock and ass are off limits until further notice. Got that?"
"Yes, dear. Thank you for allowing me to go out tonight. Good night."
Miss Gladden came out of my bedroom. "Heard every word. No need for you to repeat what she said now. What was she referring to that she told you earlier?"
"She wants me to take some pictures of our choices of accommodations that will be available in the field. I bought an instant camera this afternoon. She wants to pick out where we’ll stay when we’re assigned to the field."
"So, Geri’s taken complete charge over your life, eh Jamie? That’s great! You won’t have to worry about anything but your teaching. Do you intend to follow Geri’s strict orders to the letter?"
"Yes, absolutely." I hoped my lie wasn’t detectible. "It wouldn’t be right to disobey someone who loves you more than life, or as much as I love Geri."
"Good! I’ll make sure you do exactly as she instructed. I can drop a hint or two to any men we meet that you are to obey your spouse’s orders and not let them get to frisky. Tonight, you’ll have to use your mouth, by talking your way out of any advances they make, or by providing them with oral sex. While in town, the guys who want some ‘action’ know the hotel lounge is the place to find it.
Don’t be too surprised if they ask you for sex, outright. If they do, be honest. Tell them of the limitations imposed by your spouse. Make sure to tell them you’re a teacher. If they’re interested, they’ll have to accept what you are willing to offer to them. Now, each guy that approaches you tonight will offer you his employee I.D. for you to record his payment for his consulting with you about evening school classes. By letting them know you are a teacher when you first meet them, they’ll know how much will be deducted from their paychecks for a consultation. It won’t be long before word gets out about a new teacher who is a ‘knockout’ and is willing to provide private tutoring and consultations. Please them well tonight, and they’ll all brag to their friends about you. It’s important to make a good impression on them from the very start."
Later, we entered the dimly lit lounge, and were escorted to a booth, way at the opposite end, by a head waiter who paused many times along the way to say a word or two of casual greeting to the patrons. The many frequent pauses gave everyone a chance to check out the two lovely ladies who just came it, us.
The back of the lounge was lined with booths filled with some familiar, smiling faces of girls who nodded or waved to us as we walked past. Some were already with men, some were sitting in pairs, talking, waiting to be approached or asked to dance. As soon as our first drinks arrived, Miss Gladden excused herself, and went back to the headwaiter’s station and talked to the man for a few minutes.
Her frequent nods, gesturing in my direction made me surmise that she advised him that I was joining the mill’s staff of ‘girls’ available for courtship.
Dreamy music from a three-piece ensemble gave the room a nice ambiance, a very pleasant place to socialize. The cozy dance floor wasn’t over-crowded, but several couples swayed in lazy consort to the band’s romantic rhythm.
I could survey the entire lounge from my vantage point. All of the booths along the back wall were elevated a bit; one step above the remainder of the room. I could see everyone who wasn’t in another booth like this one.
I assumed that anyone who desired to could see me clearly, as the booth was washed in slightly brighter light from the elegant fixture above me. I looked at the rest of the booths and noticed that some, where men were present were not quite as brightly lit. I looked at the rear of the booth and noticed a dial that probably controlled the brightness of the light fixture above me. Hmm! Convenient!
When Miss Gladden returned, she reached over the back of the booth and turned down the rheostat. As soon as she did, a pair of well-dressed gentlemen walked up and the taller of the two addressed her: "Louise, how nice to see you. Who is your lovely companion? I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure."
"Hello, Dan. Won’t you two join us? Meet Jamille Martini, one of my new teachers for the evening school, but you can call her Jamie, if you prefer." Miss Gladden rolled the ‘J’ of my new first name in an artsy way to impart a foreign grace in her initial pronunciation. She must have planned to do it, because she said it matter- of-factly, like she always referred to me this way.
He slid in beside her, while we both moved around the semi-circular booth to allow the two men to sit with us. His friend slid into the other side, next to me, smiling. "Nice to meet you, Miss Martini. I’m Dan Grant." Said the man next to my mentor. I took his proffered hand as he reached across the table. His light touch lingered, momentarily, then his thumb rolled gently over the tips of my nails.
"Meet my buddy, Harry Turner. We just got in from camp seven. We’re both field foremen for the mill." I shook his friend’s hand that pumped mine. His was huge, but held mine delicately. With reluctance, he let mine slip slowly from his grasp, but not before gazing into my eyes for a moment. He was very handsome, and very muscular. I felt a surge in my panties. I was glad I decided to wear my gaff.
"Jamie is new. She’ll be moving to camp seven to teach. Are you two returning there in the morning?"
"Yeah," replied Dan. "Wish we could spend more time in town, but only came in for today to hear a safety pep-talk from our superintendent. One of our lugs got hurt pretty bad multiple fractures, so we had to attend a mandatory safety-first conference because of it. Some hot shots out there have to work more carefully. We’ve had a great safety record, until this incident. It’d be nice if you can arrange safety seminars for us in a classroom for the men in the field, Louise. Having us foremen come in to attend them really isn’t effective. We don’t know how to put the same message across as well as the moderator. It’s a pain in the butt for us.
Say, maybe Miss Martini can moderate the safety class! All the guys will be sure to attend. They won’t miss a chance to meet a new teacher, and when I tell them how pretty she is, we’ll get 100 percent attendance. Wha’dya say Louise? Can you swing it? It would take a load off of us.
"Possibly. I’ll check into it after I return to my office. We plan to visit camp seven ourselves tomorrow to select a place of Jamie to stay. Can I get back to you on the idea in a few days?"
"Say, she can stay at my place." Harry Turner offered.
Dan butted in, to derail his friend’s bid for my attention. "I thought Marie was living with you. Aren’t you two an item?"
"Naw, you know how Marie is. She’s hardly there most of the time. She’s been bunking with Mort Altross for the past month or so. What’s the use with someone like Marie? She got most of my pay when she bunked with me, and still bounced around as much as she could. I’d rather find someone who wants to act like most women, someone steady, you know, like a wife would act."
Miss Gladden perked up. "Well, you can stop gawking at Jamie. She’s taken."
"That’s a shame, Louise. Who’s the lucky guy? I’d have appreciated a chance to stake a claim of my own with her."
"Hey, I saw her first, buddy!" Dan Grant seemed upset with his friend. "Coming over to meet her was my idea. Remember? You told me you were broke, and you promised to give me first chance to dance with her, while you dance with Louise."
"Mind your manners, gentlemen, and keep your voices down. You don’t want to scare Miss Martini off with your rudeness. This is Jamie’s first night out since she arrived. Jamie, why don’t you tell these boys all about yourself and about what Geri told you to do before they start swinging at one another?"
"I’m really a man, Mr. Turner, and my wife is a ‘new’ woman named Geri. She’s a very jealous girl who I love dearly. She wants me to have a good time tonight, and instructed me to tell any man who asks that my backside and manhood are off-limits until further notice. If you want me to, I can give you some head, as she wants me to do that to get used to pleasing men as part of my job."
"Whoa! Hey! All Right! She’s a guy, Dan. Coulda fooled me! I thought for sure she was one of the babes who wants to have a baby without getting attached to a man permanently, like that movie star who visited us last year. You know, what was her name, ah…."
Miss Gladden interrupted him, laughing. "Harry Turner, you’re about as suave as a porcupine. Jamie here is young and she’s still a bit naive. What made you bring up that issue about women coming here to get pregnant by muscle-bound jocks like you two? You trying to stroke her confidence level, a girl, indeed!"
She turned to me. " Jamie, Harry is jealous of Dan because a famous movie star was referred to my by a mutual friend for my help. I introduced these two not so gentlemen to her. She chose Dan to father a child with her. Ever since, Harry thinks that Dan owes him the right to approach every new girl that comes in here with me, first."
"You had a child with a woman you barely met?" I asked.
Dan blushed, and squirmed in his seat. "Well, I’m not really sure. You see, she picked out three guys, and well, you know, we all, well, Hell Harry I don’t owe you a damned thing!"
"Temper, temper." Miss Gladden warned the two who suppressing their rage.
"The kid looks just like you, Dan. Butch and Joey both have black hair and brown eyes." Harry’s voice was booming. He must really be jealous of Dan.
"That doesn’t mean a thing. I could have been any one of a dozen guys for all I know. She hung around the hotel here for weeks. Just ‘cause I spent one night with her, you….
The headwaiter appeared at our booth. "Any problem, Louise?"
"No, the gentlemen were just talking about some exciting ‘old times’."
"Are you sure? Maybe they should reminisce at the bar?"
"That won’t be necessary. I’m sure they can settle all of their memory differences in the morning. They were about to ask us girls to dance with them. Weren’t you, Dan? You’d like to dance with Dan, don’t you, Jamie. I’ll certainly take a spin around the floor with Harry, unless you’d prefer to dance with him, first."
Harry whisked me to the dance floor before Dan could get another word in. With an elegant flourish, he wrapped his arm around me and started dancing away from the booth. Being led instead of leading was a new experience. It took me a minute or two to get used to dancing backwards. I was glad he noticed right away and took care to really lead, firmly "Gee, thanks Jamie, for not giving the waiter another nod. Is this your first time following? "
"Yes, but it isn’t hard to follow you. Another nod? What does that mean?"
"If the head waiter comes up to a guy in a booth and suggests he go to the bar to get a ‘fresh’ drink, he gets just that, one more drink. Then, he gets barred from coming into the lounge for a month, maybe more. Work in the field makes us itch for trouble. I’ve seen good friends brawl like bitter enemies and sit down to have breakfast the next day like nothing happened."
"So, if I or Miss Gladden would have given him a ‘nod’, would you have been barred? Exactly how does a girl ‘nod’ to the headwaiter?"
He burst out laughing, looked around to see if anyone was paying attention and whispered: "All a girl has to do is nod her head toward the door, while looking at any one of the waiters. They keep an eye on everyone who gets loud or too frisky with the girls in here. If you give the headwaiter a second nod, he gives a hand signal with his pocket kerchief, and all the waiters drop what they’re doing and come to his aid."
"You look capable of handling all of these ‘dandies’ by yourself. How would they be able to force you to leave?"
"Putting your hands on a waiter is like hitting a cop. A guy would have to be nuts to put up a fight in here! I got a great job, and I’d have to be stupid or too drunk to know better to blow it by hitting a waiter. Besides, these so called ‘wimps’ are all experts at marshal arts. The last time I saw them prove their skill was over a year ago. The clinic had a busy night. It started small but ended up a brawl. None of the waiters needed medical attention, only loggers. It costs the mill a lot of down time when men get banged up, but these waiters won’t hesitate to quell a brawl."
"Yet you risked Louise’s first nod to get a chance to dance with me, first."
"Dan got the first nod. She nodded when he yelled at me for that crack I made about the movie star’s kid being his child. I was innocent."
"But, you did make Dan angry. You provoked him."
"I only did it to make him look stupid, so I could get you away from his silver tongue and get you interested in me, Jamie. How about you and me?"
"What do you mean?’
"Want to go up to your room with me? We could have a private drink, talk about your job, and get to know each other better."
"I promised to dance with your friend, Dan, too. We could after I do. He could come, too, if he wants to join us. I’d like Miss Gladden to come as well. This is my first time out. I’m not hip to the arrangement rules. I’d like her guidance."
"Gee, Jamie. May I call you Jamie?"
"Sure." He was tripping over his tongue. He didn’t like the idea of company.
"Thanks. I was hoping you and I could spend some time alone, together."
"So you could release your pent up stress?"
"Yeah, but not like you think. Promise to keep a secret?"
"Depends on the secret."
"Well, I don’t want any sex with another guy, Jamie. It’s not that you aren’t very pretty or anything like that. It’s just that guys don’t turn me on, regardless of how pretty they are. So, if we go up to your room, and Dan tags along, he might get wise. I’d never hear the end of it."
"Wouldn’t you want to see you kissing me, or anything?"
"Sure, nobody would know how I feel if we kissed. I’m afraid Dan would want to do things together with you. If he did, and I couldn’t respond, he’d be sure to let everyone know and my name would be mud. I could see it now!"
"Why don’t you kiss me now? That way, he could get jealous, seeing us, and we won’t have to go upstairs."
"First of all, we shouldn’t kiss or make any open displays of affection here. Some people used to go too far, and caused a lot of trouble. Not everyone here works for the mill, like us. Local guys bring their wives or girl friends here. It’s too public. Secondly, if we started kissing, Dan may want go right up to your room and not do thing separately. No way to stop, once things get going. I won’t chance it."
"Then, what do you want to do?"
"We could go upstairs, but you’d have to insist on seeing each of us separately. When we go into your bedroom, you and I could just sit and talk."
"Just sit and talk? What if miss Gladden asks whether I pleased you adequately? I’m still a neophyte, and she’ll ask. What is she asks you about my technique?"
"Oh, she knows. I’ve sat and talked with her privately, often enough. I just don’t want Dan or any of the other guys to find out about how I feel."
"What about Marie? Didn’t she live with you?"
"Sure. That’s why she did. We never did anything, but talk."
"Come on, you let her take all your money just for talking to you?"
"After being out in the field for weeks at a time, without a chance to get serious with a girl, having someone pretty, and delicate, to talk to is worth it, even if it’s only a guy that looks like a girl. I like having someone pretty tell me how big and strong I am and how any girl would be lucky to land a guy like me. Sometimes Marie would tell me that she wished she could excite me more. She’d tell me how other guys she dated treated her and how much fun they had together. To tell you the truth, real girls that visit the camps don’t get me worked up much either."
"They don’t? Why not?"
"I enjoy the company of a pretty girl as much as anyone, but I was brought up to believe that sex is something sacred, and it’s only proper and truly beautiful when a couple is in love and want to please one another by sharing their bodies, exclusively. If I have sex with a woman, it’ll be because I’m in love with her."
"Is that why you were so rough on Dan for fathering a child with a woman he hardly knew, let alone love?"
"I suppose. It seems to cheapen life. What kind of woman can live with herself and tell her son she purposely slept with a man she hardly met so she could beget a bastard child? Poor kid! How do you think he’ll feel when he finds out?"
"Harry, I doubt that he’ll be raised with strict moral ideals like you were. Do you think it is right to expect others to live by the same standards someone once set for you? Are you that sure the standards that are right for you are just as right for everyone else?"
"No, but I can still feel sorry for the kid."
"Why? He probably won’t be sorry. He’ll be thankful for being alive, not resentful for his parents’ lack of adhering to Harry Turner’s or anyone else’s lofty moral code. I mean, I admire you for having your convictions, but why feel so strongly that you try to be nasty to your friend Dan? He may not share your convictions. That doesn’t make him a terrible person, does it?"
"Not per se, but he has to assume some responsibility for his actions."
"What if a man’s convictions were founded in a completely different religion, one that says a man should have many wives and bring forth many, many children. Some cultures advocate men having multiple wives, and concubines, too. To their view, your ideals may seem unholy and selfish.
If a culture teaches that the women of conquered nations must concede that their sole purpose in life is to bring pleasure to the men of conquering nations, as sex slaves or concubines, would such women be wrong in having their children out of wedlock in accordance with the prevailing laws of that society?
"No, I guess they wouldn’t have much choice in the matter. They’d be expected to bear children outside of marriage."
‘"Do you feel it would be wrong for them to fulfill the destiny society dictates?"
"You’re referring to the Ancient Romans and the Huns, aren’t you? You’re sharp! Sure, in their case, society accepted their behavior. It wouldn’t be wrong to follow the law populating a conquered nation with children of the victor’s soldiers, to influence the succeeding generations with the laws of the victor by the genetic influence by intercultural relations. The Romans and Huns weren’t the only ones that cemented ties to the conquered people that way. Most of Europe and Asia was ravaged by conquerors, back and forth for centuries, including Norsemen, the Mongol Hordes and even the Christian Crusaders. I get your point, Jamie."
"If the culture’s morays indicate a woman must be subservient to social influence when she is bound to it by force, why would you find such a modern woman’s willingness to bear children outside of wedlock repulsive, if she doesn’t marry the man because her professional career or any other cultural influence prompts her to remain single? She still has little choice in the matter. Procreation is a strong driving force in the minds of women, almost instinctive, Harry."
"See, Jamie. That’s what I mean about having someone pretty to talk to. You’re not the first person to tell me my views about sex are too repressed. Even if my attitude is prudish, I enjoy talking about it like this. If you let me come up to your room so we can talk about it some more, I know I’ll start feeling different about Dan’s exploits and not hate him for what he’s done."
"Do you always discuss your philosophical ethics with other girls when you meet
them in private, Harry? What do they tell you?"
"About the same things you said, but not as clearly as you do. Some just listen."
"Do you feel talking about it with a pretty girl is like having sex, for you, Harry? What if talking about the exploits of others is what turns you on? Did you ever think of that?"
"Did Louise suggest you tell me that? She tried to tell me the same thing. Wants me to see a shrink. Ugh, people are gawking at us, Jamie. The band went on a break. We’re the only ones on the dance floor."
"Oops! I didn’t notice. I’m not used to talking like this with someone." I whispered, as we quickly retreated. "I hope I didn’t offend you, Harry. Let’s join Louise and Dan. Have you ever tried to tell Dan how you feel?" We briskly left the dance floor with everyone’s eyes following us. They all probably thought we were two lovers lost in the ‘magic’ of the moment.
"No way!" Harry whispered. "I tired it once, but he jumped all over me."
"Maybe we could get together and talk about how to approach Dan so he doesn’t ‘jump all over you’. Maybe we could discuss several different ways to try to figure out the best approach."
"That’d be great! We could talk in private and the guys would think we’re doing what they all do. Meanwhile, you could explain what other religions teach about extramarital sex. You know, like the Mormons or Moslems. Maybe we can make believe we do what they do, too, if you’ll tell me more about them."
"Hey! You get off on hearing about it, don’t you?"
"Not now, they’ll hear us. Promise me you’ll tell me later, up in your room, in private. Okay?
I stopped and grabbed him by the wrist. "Harry, you’re pulling my leg, aren’t you? You want to play out some fantasy with me like ‘sultan and the harem girl’. Right?
Why didn’t you say so? It sounds like fun!"
"No! Honestly! It never crossed my mind. Do you think I Did?"
"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe it would help. I’m no psychologist, but I did take a few courses. Seems I remember something about how playing out fantasies can help in dealing with reality. Can I ask Doctor Shields if it would be okay to try it?"
"Why her? I DON’T WANT HER TO KNOW! She’ll want me to go to one of those ‘group therapy’ things. That’s all I’d need is for all the guys to think I’m seeing a shrink. Please, Jamie. You promised to keep my secret!"
"Okay, Harry. I won’t say a thing. I could ask her about it without saying who I want to help by acting out a fantasy."
"No! She’ll know by checking the payroll deductions. Please, Jamie!"
I didn’t want to create a scene. We resumed walking back to the booth, without my making any promise to him. I did caution him earlier that I’d keep his secret, depending on what it was. I didn’t have to confirm the promise, so I didn’t, and wouldn’t break a promise to him, because I never made one.
Dan stood up when we got to the booth. "Harry, you two sure looked funny out there dancing cheek to cheek to a rock-and-roll number on the juke-box. Are you two scheming a way to squeeze me out of my dance with Jamille? I’m not taking no for an answer. The next dance is mine, as soon as the band gets back."
Harry put on a bravado act. "I admit it! I’m guilty! Jamie’s the first girl I met here who really listens to what a guy has to say. I do want to ace you out, ol’ buddy, but Jamie here is too nice a girl. She won’t let me whisk her out of here until she has a dance with you. You’ve got one dance coming. I give you fair warning, I want her to leave with me right after she suffers through dancing with you."
"I ordered a fresh round of drinks while you two were wearing out the same small spot of the dance floor. What the Hell was so interesting? Surely, not you, Harry!
Jamie must be bored to tears, by now. That last round of drinks got warm while you were bending her ear with your life’s story. She needs a break."
"If you men will excuse us, we girls need to freshen up." I was relieved that Miss Gladden found a way to avoid answering Dan. I was lost for an explanation for our lengthy dance and talk. He wasn’t too pleased.
On the way to the ladies room, she looked at me with a leer. "What did you do to Harry? He hasn’t talked to a girl that much in all the years he’s been here. Won’t give most ‘girls’ a tumble, and Marie claims he’s a bummer in bed, zero. She moved out on him because she claims he was so boring. Doesn’t want any sex and hardly spoke to her during her entire stay with him. She’s glad to be away from him. Says he gave her the creeps, made her feel very insecure."
"He’s got religious principles, Miss Gladden. He doesn’t feel it’s right to engage in sex, except to have kids. Says he has girls come to his cottage to talk, nothing physical. He has a lot of trouble accepting Dan’s fathering a child with someone that he hardly knew, let alone outside of marriage." After we paused to drain our kidneys and fix our make up, I continued.
"I agreed to meet and talk with him about his imposing his standards on others. I mentioned how other cultures allow men to have multiple wives, and how they’d frown on his ideas of what is right or wrong. He denies it, but I think he wants to live out a fantasy to escape from his strict code of morality."
"In fifteen minutes? You got all that out of him during a few dance songs? Jamie, you are a natural! That guy goes round and round and ends up where he started. Don’t push him. He’s happy with his morality. I told you that lots of guys only want to talk. He’s a prime example. Never does anything, but the girls have to do all the talking. He doesn’t even respond. If you can get him to open up, you’ll do a lot better than anyone else has, including me."
"What should I do? He wants me to go up to my room with him, alone. Wants me to dissuade Dan from coming up with us."
"So Dan won’t expect you to provide the two of them with sex simultaneously, I suppose. That’s logical. Harry won’t want Dan to see his reluctance to get it on with you. If you can get Harry alone, you just might be able to do him some good.
Otherwise, Harry’s headed for a breakdown. He’s stressed out and hard as nails on his crew, for no reason, like he’s afraid of being nice to them once in a while. Some of his crew asked to be reassigned already. They don’t like him. He could be a real nice guy if he settles down. I’d like to talk with him again. Here’s what we’ll do:
Once we rejoin them, dance with Dan. Meanwhile, I’ll talk to Harry and convince him Dan wants a mutual session, all four of us. Harry will opt for a solo session with me, instead. Once he agrees, I’ll signal you to take Dan up to your room, directly. Don’t return to the table, unless Dan insists. He knows it’s your first time. He’ll want to please you. He’s open. He’ll suck on your nipples or your cock, if you ask him. I’ll be in my room next to yours, with Harry. Stay in the sitting room; don’t take Dan into your bedroom. Leave all the lights on. We’ll watch through the
Mirror between our rooms. It’s one of those one-way mirrors."
"You can watch us? Do you always watch me? I didn’t know! Why?"
"Normally we don’t eavesdrop, but a few guys like watching others having sex, without the participants seeing them. Kinky, huh? Well, seeing as this is your first encounter with a logger, I want you to be reassured, in case you become afraid of him. Don’t tell Dan about the mirror, and for Pete’s sake don’t stare at it. Ignore it. Dan doesn’t have to know about it. If I can convince Harry to wait for me in my bedroom, he won’t be watching, either. I already mentioned that he like to be an observer, and not participate physically. If I can’t get him to stay in my bedroom, would you mind if he watched you fellate Dan?"
"I guess not. What if he gets angry, watching me with Dan? He could make a ruckus and alert Dan he’s watching us."
"I think we can get Harry to become physically involved with you. While you’re taking care of Dan, I’ll see if I can find my harem outfit. I’ll show it to Harry and tell him you asked to borrow it, so he’ll want to see you in it. I’ll buzz you on the phone, soon as you finish with Dan. Then, we’ll switch dates. Dan and I will leave you with Harry. Don’t push too hard, but see if you can get him aroused enough to want to go further than just talking. Take it slow. Give him time.
Remember, part of your job is to deter men from forcing themselves on the local girls, by satisfying their lust. Harry has a problem. He’s highly critical of loggers who have gratuitous sexual contacts contrary to his conservative upbringing.
Find a way for Harry to accept sexual contact with you, and you’ll abate his frustration, as well as modify his attitude toward his men. He won’t be able to exhibit so much animosity toward liberal guys like Dan, once he participates in sex, physically. Wish I could get my hands on a set of sheik’s robes for Harry, as well. It would help him get into the role, if you helped him dress like an Arab."
We arrived at out booth, just as the band returned from their break. Dan took my hand, demanding his turn to dance with me, before we sat down. I accepted, and as we headed for the dance floor, I looked over my shoulder to see if Harry was having a fit, or escorting Miss Gladden to the dance floor, as well. He was right on our heels, leading her by the hand.
Dan was a better dancer than Harry, and we spun around with graceful moves. While Harry and Louise were talking as they danced conservatively. The second number was a slow one. Dan took me into his arms and encircled my small body in a fairly tight embrace. His chest mashed against my sensitive breasts. I coyly whispered to him that he was being too rough, even though I liked it. He slacked off, nuzzling his face along side of mine, while we swayed to the music.
He whispered in my ear. "Let’s take a break, Jamie. I want to spend some time alone with you. Do you think Louise will be upset if we sneak up to your room for a while? Looks like Harry is content, dancing with her." He moved away slightly and looked into my eyes. "Darn, you’re so pretty! You’ve got me all excited! I’ve got something real urgent that needs to be taken care of. Know what I mean? I need to have your lips around it, Jamie. I want you to suck me dry. Will you? You mentioned your wife wants you to get used to taking care of the men, that way. Can I be the first? I’ll be very gentle with you."
I looked over his shoulder and got a thumb signal to go from Miss Gladden.
"Sure." I whispered. "I’d like to." We slowly danced toward the exit. At the end of the number, we clapped with the rest of the dancers and slowly stepped out of the lounge and headed toward the elevators. In the privacy of the elevator, Dan kissed me, urging me to touch the prominent bulge in his pants by taking my small hand in his mammoth paw, while his hot tongue darted moistly in my ear.
He held us apart, devouring me with his deep blue eyes. "See how excited I am from dancing with you?"
"Tell me how you expect me to take care of this, Dan. Remember, I was directed to inform you that anything between my waist and nylon tops are to be ‘off limits’, tonight. Will you be satisfied if I put this into my sweet lips and suck it for you?"
"Nothing would make me happier, so long as you take your time and do it right; not one of those ‘quickie’ ten minute romp and run thrills. Better yet, you can do a strip-tease for me, and show me how you dedicated your body to being a girl."
The elevator stopped at my floor, and the door opened. "After you do your strip show and make me firmer, I want to use the cleft between your breasts as a cock support while I slide it into your open lips. That’s above your waist. I’ll be abiding by all the rules. I want to feel your tits massaging my balls while you suck me.
I like being on top, in a bed, while I slide into the warmth of a girl’s mouth. Having your breasts under my ass cheeks, while I rub over them warm, will help you get off without me even touching your girlfriend’s toy. Think I can make you come by my sitting on your tits?" He kept me reined with a firm grasp around my waist as we approached the door to my suite. Thankfully on one was in the hall to hear his bold promise to make me come by rubbing my breasts.
I pointed to the overstuffed chair. "If you sit there, I can do a dance for you to some dreamy music, taking off my clothes. How’s that?"
"Why not in your bedroom. Then, you can lie down on your back on the bed, in
comfort, while I straddle our chest."
"In the sitting room, there’s a full-length mirror. Yu can see my body, front
and back at the same time while you watch me wiggle out of my dress. You can gaze at my
breasts and hips at the same time as I do a strip dance for you. I want to kneel on the
floor leaning over you, while you relax in the chair with your hands free to hold my
breasts together around your cock, keeping it enclosed between my soft mounds while you
enjoy my tongue sliding out to lick on the head of it."
"Whoa! You make it sound too enticing to pass up." I walked over and closed and locked the door to my bedroom, to prevent him from getting me to give in and let him take me on the bed as he first wanted. He was right behind me and wrapped himself around me before I had a chance to start the music.
"Not so fast. Let’s take our time. Sit down, Dan. I want some music on, first." He wasn’t to be denied. He kissed me and stuck his tongue in, reaching deep for the back of my mouth, as he toyed with my nipples in his massive fingers.
I broke from his embrace, to tease him and get him worked up. I need to give Miss Gladden and Harry time to get to her room, next door. I turned on the CD player, leisurely choosing something sexy to accompany my initial attempt at stripping for a man. Watching videos of other girls doing it, over the past month while my breasts were healing, gave me the courage to try it now, confident that I could do fairly well.
"Want to have a drink while you watch the show? I can fix anything you’d like." I put my hands on his chest and urged him gently backwards until he fell clumsily into the overstuffed chair in the corner, within view of the one-way mirror. Louise would be able to see me strip and observe Dan sitting in the overstuffed chair.
I turned away from Dan, swinging my big hips as I went to the bar to fix his drink.
"What’ll ya have, big boy?"
"A beer is fine. You were drinking something with mint in it downstairs."
"Spearmint schnapps, on the rocks."
"I like the taste of it on your lips. Get me that, instead. Make it a double, and make one for yourself, too. We’re not in a hurry. We can sit a while and get to know each other better."
I leaned over to set our drinks down on the end table next to the chair. He pulled me down onto his lap. I could feel his hard member against the lace trim on my nylon-covered leg, right through his pants. I squirmed against it to feel its heat. My hand found the top button of his shirt, and I undid each one until he grasped my hand to stop me.
"I thought you were going to do a strip, not me. I’ll undress myself while watching your bump and grind show. I want to see your body. I’ve seen mine."
"I was only trying to make you more comfortable." Soft sounds in the background revealed that Louise and Harry entered the suite next door, and I wondered if Dan’s friend would want to watch me or wait for Louise in her bedroom. I decided to ignore either alternative and concentrate on taking care of Dan.
I kissed him, and slowly rose from his lap to begin. I took a sip from my drink, and walked over to the mirror across the room. I checked Dan’s reflection to detect if he knew why I stared into the shining glass, looking through it. I smiled, focusing on the reflected wall at the far end of my room. To anyone sitting in Louise’s side, it would appear as if I was focusing on them.
With my hands over my head, I undid the top buttons on the back of my dress, as I faced the mirror, so that everyone could see how my big breasts projected close to the mirror from my elevated arms. "I could use some help with a few of these buttons, Dan. Be a dear, would you. Come over and undo them for me. Doing them by myself is so awkward."
He rose in an instant, and undid the buttons extending down my back, placing soft kisses on my exposed backbone as it came into view. I turned before the mirror to assure whoever was watching could see Dan’s lips caressing my back.
His arms came around, his hands covering my proffered breasts, massaging them in his fingers. I tilted my head back, as he kissed my neck, giving the viewers and eyeful. I put my small hands over his, and helped him knead my orbs, breathing deeply, as he set a thumb and forefinger to each nipple.
I eased his grip with gentle urging and turned within his arms to face him. My tongue licked first at his fingers, and then at his earlobe facing our audience. If watching wasn’t arousing Harry, he was in need of a new heart, since his wasn’t working anymore.
"Go slip off your shirt and sit down, Dan. It’s Showtime!"
I was holding up the top of my dress in front, so it wouldn’t fall. I turned to the mirror and very slowly let my dress slip away, revealing the plum corset around my torso. Despite it’s the deep color, its sheerness let my skin show. The bulging top halves of my breasts were expose, with half-moons of my aureoles showing. I wiggled as I let the dress slip slowly down, revealing the crisp mini half-slip made of starched black crinoline. It created an apparition of a stripper in a ballerina’s tutu. If I were wearing slippers instead of my spike heels, I’d look like a teen-aged virgin about to be sacrificed to the demons of lust.
The cups of my corsets were seamed so they could be folded in to expose more of my breasts on a reinforced shelf of lined satin. I lifted each orb, and folded the cup, to make my breasts stand out all the more. Fancy flutes on each demi-cup drew attention to the apex, my crimson nipples. The fancy flutes extended down beyond the cups toward the patterned satin panel over my tummy, criss-crossing the tiny panel and continuing down to the crinoline ruffles at my waist. The rest of the corset was made of sheer power net, so only the small diamond that covered my ‘inny’ was visible. My hips jutted out below my narrow waist, blossoming out amply as a girl’s hips should.
My almost invisible panties consisted of a triangle of patterned silk surrounded by the same power net as the corset, so they compressed against my mound, snug and smooth. The satin inverted triangle hid what Dan or Harry might find far too disconcerting on a lithe beauty, so I liked the effect, as I slowly wiggled out of the crinoline tutu. I appeared to have a plentiful ‘mons venires’ like ample girls of my age. As I turned to show it to Dan my nether side, the thong of the scanty panty disappeared at my waist, between twin, full, inviting cheeks.
"Call your wife, Jamie. I want some of that! See if you can convince her that a girl with buns as pretty as yours deserves to be allowed to use them whenever she can. With plum red cheeks like yours, you need some heavy-duty pampering. How about it? Won’t you change your mind and let me fill you up? She’ll never know, and I promise to be very gentle. I can give your hot ass a fantastic fuck."
"Maybe next time, Dan. Waiting will give you something to look forward to, if we should meet alone, again. Let me please you with my moist crimson lips, tonight."
I crossed the room, swaying provocatively to heighten Dan’s senses. I slowly knelt between his splayed knees and leaned into him. I took his hands in mine, pressing them urgently into my breasts. I undid his belt; pulled the zipper of his slacks down, and released his turgid cock from is black silk briefs. "Ooh, a sexy man who likes to wear black silk undies, just like I do, sometimes. Don’t they feel grand on your buns, Dan? I’ll bet Harry doesn’t have the nerve to wear black. He seems to be afraid he’d lose his manhood. You’re confident of yours I see."
I left his testicles nestled in the silken pouch of his fancy, delicate jock strap. As I traced small circles with the tips of my fingers on his balls, I wafted a warm jet of air over the head of his naked cock. When he moaned, I lifted my body to capture the shaft between my tits. I slid my torso back and forth to stimulate him further. Friction impeded the length of travel, so I tilted my body back up, and let a rivulet of my mint flavored saliva dribble onto the head of his rock-hard cock to lubricate his enormous vein covered pole.
Now his slick rod was able to slide freely between my breasts, which he held firmly together in his hands. As I rocked to and fro, it drew nearer to my open lips. Each thrust drew it closer. Finally, it touched my waiting lips. I paused, rotating my head to let his glans register the smoothness and warmth of my eager lips.
I opened my mouth wide, and tongued his corona, touching the surging cock with only the tip of my taster. He started to cum, unable to contain his excitement. I delved down on his cock, letting it penetrate only to the point of wrapping my lips around the back rim of his corona. I gulped down his hot juice, sucking hard on him to extract the hot offering spewing from the tiny slit. As his surges subsided, I put the tip of my tongue against the tiny slit, diddling it rapidly like a gigantic clit. He made deep throaty moans, sounding more like a woman in a porn video that fakes deep internal orgasms. I could swear Dan was mimicking, too.
"Oh, honey! That was great! Don’t get up yet. Give me a few more second with your tongue on my cock like that! Eat it! Suck the cream out of the tip of it with those big lips! Don’t stop! Yes, yes! Now, take it all. I can cum at least two more time if you stay with me. Just keep sucking on my cock like that as I catch my breath. Oh, yes!!! Don’t stop! Yes, yes, yes!
I let my tongue run slowly over the rippled flesh behind his corona, felling for each bulging vein. I knew it would please him as much as it once pleased my old roommate. I felt him diminishing in size, then start to firm up again as I continued to lavish his cock with little mews and slurps, indicating that my ministrations with the tip of my tongue were precisely what he wanted from me. His huge hands grasped my face, pulled me off of his cock, as he planted a big kiss on my cum- soaked lips, his tongue in my mouth, fencing with mine.
"Let me gargle with schnapps and suck on your ‘clit’, Jamie."
"No! Not tonight! It’s ‘off limits’, remember?"
"Don’t you want me to suck on it? I’ll do you just as good as you did me."
"Of course I want you to, but Geri would be furious with me."
"She’ll never know, unless you tell her. I wouldn’t."
"I won’t lie. She ask, and I’ll have to tell her."
I stood to evade his badgering further, wanting to take a sip from my drink, and offer his drink to him, as well. He pulled me forward, and planted a kiss at the juncture of my thighs, on the satin panel above my cock. "Don’t Dan. She forbade me to have that kind of pleasure until she can have it herself. It’s her right. Don’t ask me to violate my devotion to her."
"You mean you really won’t let me suck your cock, Jamie? Not many guys are as willing to reciprocate. I will. No one will know but us. To me, it’s like offering a reward for the pleasures you just gave me. You can still charge the same fee for my visit. It’ll help me get ready for another round of your lovely lips on my cock. You can tell her I forced you and I was too strong for you to resist. I will force you if you say the word. Say yes, Jamie."
"I said I wouldn’t lie to Geri. If you can’t respect how I feel, I’ll have to ask you to leave, Dan. That’s final."
"Whoa. No. No. Forget I suggested it, Jamie. Come sit on my lap, and let’s start over. Don’t be upset. I was only trying to be nice by offering to reciprocate."
"You’re trying to be nice. Sure, like you were to that movie star. You don’t care anything about the boy you have, your son. You were being nice, giving that woman a child. That’s what she wanted from you. He’s your son, too you know!"
"What? Why are you so upset about that? Hey, I care about the boy. You’re so right! He is my son! What can I do? She doesn’t want any man around. She’s a closet lesbian. Her having a child was to show she has relations with men to hide the fact that she keeps a woman lover, her secretary from the public eye.
The two are raising my son to be a pansy, I’ll bet. How can I fight her? She has enough money to hire the best lawyers to make my life a living hell if I ever try to expose her gay lifestyle. I wouldn’t. No more than I’d criticize you. I’m a tolerant guy. I know being straight isn’t for everyone. Are you? Am I? Whose business is it if we like to walk on either sidewalk once in a while? Being a prude is ancient history. It’s a brave new world.
"Oh, Dan! Simmer down! I know it’s none of my business. I have no idea why the men who have children, and run off, or don’t take active roles in raising their kids upsets me. I know you’d help her if she’d let you. Have you tried to contact her to explain how you feel about her being a lesbian? Maybe if she knew, she might be more open with you and let you share the joy of raising your son. Maybe I’m jealous because I’ll never get the chance to have kids of my own. I don’t know.
"Why can’t you have kids of your own?"
"Because I’m gay, silly." I feigned punching his Roman nose. "I don’t want kids to grow up in fear, like I did, in the ‘closet’. It was rough. Geri had it a lot rougher. She’s a he, or was a he."
"Abandoning kids reminds me of men that force themselves on others. Due to a severe beating Geri got during a rape, she’ll never be able to have kids of her own. If I had them, it would be harder for her to accept her being sterile. People who can have kids don’t realize how lucky they are. The main reason I chose to become a surrogate woman, for guys like you is so men won’t have to rape any real girls, get them pregnant, and then not see to raising the kids properly.
I’m sorry, Dan. I’m not upset with you. Being able to deter a man from fathering an unwanted child makes me feel good, like I’m making something noble out of my sexual preference for men. I was born a fairy, with goofy eyes and the frail stature of a girl. Doctor Shields said it was a gift. I’m making the most of what I have. Do I make any sense to you?"
"I suppose. I often wondered why any guy would want to have his dong cut off and become a woman, Jamie. Are you going to let the clinic take your cock off, someday? Are you going all the way?"
"No. I want to keep mine. It’s personal. Maybe someday, I’ll tell you why; if I get to know you better. Not now."
"Are you still too upset to give me some more attention? I promise to be more appreciative, this time, if you will."
"That’s why I’m here." I got down on my knees again and sucked Dan’s cock for at least a half an hour, tenderly, with gentle, endearing skill. Both of us were content with the heightening of passion, without the sudden discharge he was so intent on getting when I started. He moaned and shook for the whole time, but he didn’t spout. Finally, he came, but without wild pumping surges. His cock leaked copious gobs of cum in a long, drawn out steady release, as he screamed and cringed like he was locked in a seizure. When he came down, I felt fulfilled. I was able to completely satisfy his need for the time being. I was fully confident now of my ability to function in the role of professional provider of sexual favors.
Afterwards, he drew me up onto his lap and licked out my mouth for a taste of his mint-augmented juices. We kissed as he played with my new breasts, asking me what felt pleasurable. I could fault Dan for being an unworthy father, but not as an unappreciative lover. To me he showed tender, caring consideration. I hoped he would be as considerate to all his bedmates from now on.
After all, I am but a pawn, using the simple gifts I have as best I could in an unfair world. It isn’t anyone’s fault. It’s just the way things are.
To be continued in part six.
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