Travel A Broad

by Jennifer White

 

I hated living in a small town. I wanted to get out and see the world! I hated rural farm life, and wanted to go overseas. I wanted to see the mountains, the ocean, famous buildings. I really wanted to go to Europe. But there was one little problem. Money.

A poor boy from a farm town in the middle of Iowa can't save up the thousands of dollars it would take. I could barely afford gas for my 14 year old Chevy pickup (which needed new tires too I'll have you know).

I took French lessons in school, so that was where I wanted to start. I could dream of it, but I didn't think I'd ever have a real chance to go. Until one fateful day.

* * *

I was reading a magazine in the waiting room for the dentist. There wasn't anything to read except some women's magazines. I was bored, and couldn't bear the thought of waiting for having my tooth drilled, so I read to keep my mind off of it. And I didn't mind looking at the pictures of the pretty girls.

Well, on one page there was an ad that caught my eye. It read:

Travel a

Broad.

How would you like to tour exciting cities in old Europe? Go new places, meet new

people, get a closer understanding of a different culture? How would you like to

open yourself to new opportunities?

Call us today at 1-888-EUROYOUTH. You'll find out about our summer jobs program. You

get all your expenses paid to Europe, to the country of your choice. In return, all

you need to do is volunteer one day a week while you're there, and one day a week when

you get home. Call today! Spaces are limited!

 

Other than the strange typo at the start, it looked exciting. This was my big chance! I was going to France!

* * *

I got my folks permission. They thought it would be a great educational opportunity.

"Remember son, Grandpa fought in the war over there. He said the people were wonderful. Treat them with respect. You owe them that, the way they treated your Grandpa."

"Sure Dad" I said. "I promise I will"

"Write home!" implored mom. I promised to do that too.

I waited for the bus to take me to the airport. I would fly to Chicago, then on to Paris France! I was so excited. I had only been on a plane once before, going to Grandpa's funeral in Florida. So this was exciting. I took along a book (a sci-fi novel), because Dad said it was a really long flight to Europe, and I would get bored.

The little plane bounced around in the air until we got up high, but it was fun! Wooo! I was glad though when we arrived in Chicago. I had heard a lot about Chicago, but hadn't been there. But from the airport, you don't even get to see the downtown. Too bad.

Our plane to Europe was a private charter. I couldn't believe a plant could be that big! I'd never seen one even close to that size. This thing can fly?

I waited in line, and got on board. I talked to a couple of the other guys who were flying with us. They were all in the same program as I was. I didn't really see any girls, but I had heard about French women. I could bear a ten hour flight without a girl by my side, knowing what was in store for me once I got over there!

* * *

I found my way into my seat, put on the belt like the stewardess showed us, and started to read until we took off. I looked out the window as the plane got higher and higher in the air. It was so big that it didn't even really feel like we were moving. But everything on the ground kept getting smaller and smaller. I even got a glimpse of downtown Chicago before we reached all the clouds and my view became blocked. Soon we were up at 40,000 feet! Wow!

The stewardesses were all really cute. They had on these skirts which showed off their legs. They all had long hair and pretty faces, and they wore these funny caps. They also all had cute accents, which made them seem very sexy and exotic. I hoped that all of the girls in Europe were going to be like these ones. Plus, they were very friendly.

First, they handed us all packets of pink colored pills. They said that we needed to take them, in order to make sure that none of us caught any diseases in Europe. They would protect us. We were to take one pill per hour, until we landed. I took mine as instructed. I wasn't going to turn down a pretty lady like that!

Next, they handed out earphones, and told us that we should watch the video they were going to show us. It had something to do with our trip, and we needed to pay close attention. It would help us to gain an understanding of the people we were going to meet. They dimmed the lights, we put on the earphones, and the movie started.

It was about a European girl named Bridgette, and a typical day for her. From the moment the film started, I just gaped. In fact, when it finished, I noticed that I was still holding a peanut in my hand, that I had started to eat when the movie began. It was that good!

The movie showed Bridgette's typical day, waking up, making her bed, dressing, putting on her makeup, going in to work, eating, talking, taking a walk, smoking. It looked like almost *everyone* in France smoked. I never even tried one in my life, but after seeing the video, I found that I had an urge to try one myself. Once I got over there that is (no smoking allowed on the plane!).

Bridgette then came home from work, prettied herself up, and met some friends at a cafe for coffee, cigarettes, and to talk. They flirted with the boys, and she ended up leaving with one named Pierre, her arm around him. They even had an x-rated part of the film (I guess they weren't so hung up on stuff like that in Europe!). As I watched, I wished I could be that guy. He was lucky to have woman like her.

Wow! I really wanted to meet a girl like that. After seeing the film, I somehow felt like I really knew her. I felt like I really understood her, and what she went through each day. And as I said, it was somehow the most riveting movie I had ever seen. It seemed like only seconds, but according to my watch, it had been over an hour.

* * *

Next, they came around with a meal. They explained that since we were going to Europe, we would be fed European style meals. They gave us a salad, bread, cheese, and a few slices of salami. That was it! But it all tasted really good, and I scarfed mine down. We got coffee too, and wine! I was too young to drink at home, but now we were in international airspace, so they served us all drinks. Woo!!!

I had at least three glasses of wine. It was bitter and funny tasting, but I guess that's how red wines are supposed to be. I drank it up, and my head was swimming.

I tried to read for a while, but I had to go to the bathroom. I waited in the long line, then went in. I was surprised. When I had flown to Florida that once, the bathroom had been this little tiny thing barely big enough for me to squeeze into. But on this plane, it was a lot bigger. After I had done my thing, I looked around a bit. The sink had a bunch of bottles of stuff, and there was this thing with drawers like a dresser. I opened one up, and peered inside. It was full of women's undies. Bras, panties, and stuff like that. It all looked so silky and soft. I just had to touch one.

As I held up the bra, I thought of Bridgette putting hers on in the morning in the movie. I touched my shirt, and found myself pulling it off. I just felt so naked not wearing a bra. Why hadn't I put one on that morning? It just wasn't right to go around without a brassiere. I quickly and expertly put on the one in my hand, then put my shirt back on.

And that got me to thinking: why didn't I put on panties that morning? Here I was, going to Europe, and I had stupid boxers on. What would they think of me? I quickly changed into the silky panties, and threw my boxers into the chute marked "dirty clothes".

Satisfied, and feeling much better, I returned to my seat.

Soon, they showed us another movie. This one was about a girl named Yvette, and her love life. It was just as interesting and as riveting as the first movie. We watched as she seduced this really handsome man, took him home, and made love to him. I felt so jealous. I wished I could be her, laying on my back, making love like that. I couldn't believe that I was getting to see something like this! I couldn't wait to tell my friends back home! They never showed naked men at home. As she smiled, I could almost feel the glow within her. I really felt an empathy for her, like someone I had known my whole life. I really connected with her. I hoped I could meet her in person to tell her how I felt like I was her sister, just after watching her movie!

After the film was done, the stewardesses again served us more wine. I started to read my book, but it was getting very boring. I asked one of the stewardesses if they had anything better. She brought me a fashion magazine, and a romance novel. I had two more glasses of wine as I read. This was much better. The magazine was really good, and the romance novel was far more interesting than the stupid sci-fi book I had been reading.

It was a long flight, and again I had to go to the bathroom. I waited in the long line. They never have enough women's rooms, do they? I chatted with the other girls as we inched our way forward. Finally, I got in. I went quickly, and noticed that now a panel was open, revealing a rack of clothes on hangers. After I washed my hands, I eagerly chose a skirt (like the one Bridgette wore) and a blouse (like the one Yvette wore). I discarded my yucky old clothes into the chute, and eagerly donned the new ones. I had to quickly shave my legs (how could I have let them go so far?) with a razor they provided. I pulled on some pantyhose to hide the rest of the hair on my legs. I grabbed my purse, and went back to my seat. I knew there was a long line, and I felt sorry for the other girls, so I got out of there as quickly as I could.

When I got to my seat, I opened my purse, grabbed my compact, and fixed my makeup. The girl to my side was playing with her long hair. I wished that my hair was as long and silky as hers. She was lucky. Mine was only down to my shoulder, but hers was at least six inches longer. And she had much bigger boobs than I did. She was one very lucky girl. All I could do was sigh.

* * *

The captain announced that we had about an hour and a half left until landing. Time had just flown by! We had seen three different movies, and I had read most of my book, as well as a couple of fashion magazines. I couldn't wait to go shopping in Paris, and get the latest fashions!

I decided that I had better make one last trip to the lady's room. I sat down to go. When I was done and wiped, I noticed red on the tissue. Uh oh, I was starting. Of all the times! I dug around in my purse to find a tampon, which I inserted. There, I was set now. But I had to replace my panties with a fresh pair, because of all the blood and gunk I got on them. Good thing they supplied new ones on this flight!

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I looked good. I brushed my long hair a little, and went back to my seat. I smiled at the girl sitting next to me. I guess I had been stupid to feel jealous of her. Now that I looked, her breasts weren't any bigger than mine. What had I been thinking? And my hair was within one inch of the length of her. It must have been the hormones from my period making me cranky and edgy. I almost felt like apologizing to her for thinking that way earlier.

I was interrupted by the stewardess.

"Honey, you need to get your seat belt on. We're about to land."

"I'm so sorry, I was too busy fiddling with my makeup..." I said.

"Don't worry, it's ok. Just buckle up, and prepare for landing."

I smiled as she walked away. A man would have been harsh with me, but women were so much more gentle. I was glad that I was a girl too, just like her.

* * *

Before you knew it, we landed. I was so excited. Here I was, just a young girl from Iowa, and I was in Paris! After we cleared customs, we got onto several busses. I rode in one with twenty of the other girls. We were all giggling, talking excitedly, and gawking at the scenery. Just like little girls on a field trip.

We arrived at a stately building, which looked to me like a palace or something.

"This is where you'll be staying" said Holly, our tour guide.

We drove up back, grabbed our suitcases, and walked in. We were led into a large room with lots of sofas and chairs. Everything was so fancy and ornate here! All the lace, the paintings, the crystal chandaliers....it sent chills up and down my spine. I felt so special, just being here.

A lady walked in, with such grace and elegance that we all knew by the way she carried herself, that she was someone very important.

"I am Madam Passay" she said in English, with a strong French accent, "but they call me Madam Pussy." There were fits of laughter.

"This is my house, where you will be staying and working. As you know, in return for free lodging and meals, you will all need to work two days for me every week. The rest of the time is yours. You may do as you please or go as you please. You only need to make sure you arrive on time for your schedules. The customers pay very high prices, because I provide the best. Do not disappoint them."

Customers? What was she talking about?

"I know you are all on the last day of your periods. You of course cannot work tonight in that condition. My assistant Gilbert will give you pills to help keep your monthly flow to a minimum, so it does not interfere with your work schedule. By tomorrow, you will be ready. In the mean time, enjoy Paris!"

We were so excited, we hardly slept that night. I wondered how she knew that I was having a period. As I unpacked all my dresses and skirts, I just dreamed of the shopping here in Paris for more! This was where all the latest fashions were. All of the models I had seen on the runway since I was a little girl came from here. Wow!

* * *

When I woke up in the morning, we were all assembled so we could receive our training. Madam took me into a dressing room, and showed me three outfits hanging on the wall. There was a white t-shirt with blue jeans, a blue and white checked gingham dress, and a 'cowgirl' outfit, including a shirt with the horrid embroidery, and boots. They were all horrid! (Well, the boots were cute).

"You may wear either of these outfits" she said.

"But these are awful! I didn't come to Paris to wear that. And nobody wears Gingham anymore!"

"Yes, but that is what the customers want you to wear. They want you to look like their idea of a typical American girl. That is why they come here. You will do what is required to please your customers."

I grudgingly put on the gingham dress. I felt like Dorothy in 'The Wizard of Oz'. I felt silly! I went back out with the others, who looked equally uncomfortable in their outfits.

"When you enter the rooms, we will send a customer in with you. You can take as much or as little time as you please, but remember that you are paid by the number of customers, not by the hour. Also, some of you at first will think that your cut of the payment is too small. Just remember that I have to bear the costs of the house, insurance, paying taxes and bribes, and so on. Also remember that if you do a good job, you can earn enough money in one day to not have to work the rest of the week. If you work two days a week, you can vacation and tour for five days. Or you can work every night, and become rich women."

I liked the sound of that. Working one night or two a week didn't seem unreasonable. But she hadn't explained yet what it was that we were to do. But that became clear from her next two comments.

"Lastly, remember a few important details. Do whatever the client asks you, although not anything that puts your life at risk. You will have a panic button should anyone go out of control, although we carefully screen our clients to make sure that will not happen. It has not happened in forty years of operation here! Also, we make sure your clients have no diseases. You do not need to worry about that. If they wish to use a condom, the may. But do not insist on it. You will all receive free birth control pills, so you will not have to worry about becoming pregnant. And finally, remember that they want *American* girls. Don't try to act seductive or sophisticated. They want to think that they are sweeping you off your feet, not the other way around. They are just men, but play dumb for them. That is what they are paying you for."

"So you mean that we're supposed to be whores? I'm not doing that!" said one girl, raising murmurs.

"Go into your rooms now!" ordered Madam P.

It was strange; all of us, including myself and the protesting girl, just turned and walked into our rooms! I didn't mean to do it, I was going to ask a question myself. But here I was sitting in a chair trying to look sexy, and waiting for a man. She gave an order, and all of us obeyed it, automatically. I was wondering why in the world I would do that, when the door opened.

I lost my breath as I looked up and saw a man. He smiled, and came up to me. My emotions just took over, and before I knew it, he was stripping me bare. I was smiling as he kissed me, laid me down, and began to make love to me. It was divine! It was the best. I just grinned ear to ear as I moaned and cried out in ecstasy. If this was work, then I just loved my job!

* * *

That night, I made love nine times. Each was better than the next. No matter how often I did it, I just wanted more and more. I slept in late the next day, worked out, and walked around Paris. I had lunch at a little cafe, sipping espresso and nibbling on a croissant. I went to a few boutiques, and just had to buy some things. I got this really cute hat with a wide brim that kept me in the shade. With my hair pulled back and my sunglasses on, I felt so chic, walking down by the Seine.

I then found a little store where I got a really cute yellow sundress. And I had to buy a couple of pairs of shoes, and a new bikini. There was so much there to buy! I was low on money though, so I had to stop (after getting a new purse too!). I was eager to get to work so I could go out and buy more.

I was well rewarded at work that night, not only did I have fourteen customers, one of them was a repeat from last night named Henri, and he gave me a 50 Euro tip! I think he was in love with me. He wasn't the most handsome man, but if he was going to come every night (in more ways than one!) and give me tips, then hey, who was I to be fussy?

He also showed up the next night. I told him that I had the next three days off for vacation. He was somewhat disappointed, but promised to be back when I returned from the Riviera. I was so excited when I got on the train. I could hardly wait.

* * *

Madam Pussy had recommended a nice place for me to stay, a quaint inn with reasonable rates. I checked in, had wine and baguette for lunch, then changed to go to the beach. I laid out on my towel, putting suntan lotion across my body. I liked how it made my soft skin glow. It was a topless beach, so I was even able to get a good tan without the annoying strap marks. I laid there bare chested, soaking in the warm sun's rays.

My bliss was interrupted when I fell into a shadow. I taught it was a cloud, but when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was a young man. He must have been in his late twenties. He had the most perfect golden tan, his bronze chest glistening in the sun. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

His name was Antonio, and he was there on vacation from Italy. We talked for hours, going for a long walk on the beach, hand in hand. We swam out into the cooling waters, basked in the sun, and got to know each other. At nightfall we found ourselves in a romantic cafe, sipping the local red wine, eating bread and cheese.

The hours just flew by, and before I knew it, we were back at his hotel. Of course, we made love that night. Unlike my customers who were in a big hurry, he really took his time, and it was perhaps the best sex I had ever had. I fell asleep with my head on his chest, smiling and content.

* * *

I woke up in the morning and saw Antonio lying next to me in the bed. It was at that moment that I realized what I fool I was. I was so stupid!

Why did I waste my own money on a hotel room? All I needed to do was to hang out at the beach. I could pick up a man, get him to pay for my meals. Get him to buy me something. Go home with him, make love (my favorite part!), and stay the night with him. With all the tourists here, I could have someone different every night. What a fool I was!

I promised myself never to pay for a room here again, and never to pick someone just because he looked hot. I would find someone with money, who could treat me right.

* * *

Before I knew it, I was back at work. The vacation was wonderful, and I hoped to get back there as often as I could. But I loved my work, and I started doing three days in a row, then four, then five. I just could not get enough!

Most nights Henri came, and he often gave me gifts like perfume, shoes, or dresses (he asked my sizes, then started to bring things for me!). He would ask me to wear the outfit he brought, so I got to wear something other than the cowgirl outfit sometimes. I just liked feeling elegant, and wearing high fashion clothes. I was getting quite a collection between Henri, a few other regulars, and my own shopping excursions.

There was one regular I didn't like, Richard. He was too rough on me. But he never crossed the line where I had to push the panic button. I just didn't like having my arms pinned down by him, or how he lacked tenderness.

Another one of my other regulars was named Jaques. He was smaller than Henri, but he really knew how to satisfy a girl. But perhaps best of all was Gilbert. When he came to see me the first time, he was somewhat nervous and shy.

"I have a fantasy" he said.

"Please tell me!" I said eager to please.

"I like a woman in control. I like a woman who really takes charge. I want you to tell me what to do. I will not move a muscle, or thing a thought, other than what you tell me. Anything! I want you to completely control me. I don't want to be spanked, or physical pain. I just want to be, how you say....dominated."

"Of course. Anything for you Gilbert" I said.

I told him to strip naked. I told him to undress me, piece by piece. I told him to rub my shoulders and my neck. I told him to suckle my nipples. Then I ordered him to go down on me. I had a fantasy myself where a man would go down on me and use his tongue, but they just didn't seem to like it. And I wasn't in a position to ask for it. But Gilbert seemed to love it! I told him to rub my nipples or to pinch them while he was going at it with his tongue.

I had hit the jackpot! He made me come so many times! I was shaking all over, like little earthquakes going on for half an hour before I got too tender, and had to tell him to stop. Finally, I let him come inside me. We both collapsed with exhaustion.

"Sacre bleu! You were the best woman I have ever had. The other women, the wanted to hit me or humiliate me. Some made me give them all my money. I am only too eager to oblige. But you my dear, you are by far the best woman I have ever had. Please, allow me to give you a gift."

"Oh, that's all right, you don't have to" I said. His tongue had been a gift to me already!

"No, I insist. Here" he said, handing me some money and a business card. He knew a tailor at a famous dress shop! "Come see him tomorrow. He will make a unique outfit for you. Anything you desire my dearest."

I smiled. How could I say no?

* * *

Time just seemed to fly by. I had lost count. Was I there three months, or a year? It didn't make any difference. I got to make love as much as I wanted to, go on vacation any time and any place in Europe, I had lots of money, men giving me all sorts of gifts, more clothes then I could possibly ever need (although I was constantly buying more!)...it was such an ideal life.

But one day, Madam Pussy came to see me.

"Dear, you are one of my best earners here. I know that you enjoy the work, but I have received an offer for you. One you must consider."

"What sort of offer?" I asked.

"Rich men desire to have women such as you for themselves. I have received an offer for 500,000 Euros, to buy out your contract. I will only accept this offer if you want to. I cannot sell you to a man, that would be inhumane. But if you wanted to leave here, you may go join him for a life of luxury."

"Who is it?" I asked.

"I cannot tell you. Either you want to leave or you don't. I will tell you that some girls only get one offer in their lifetime. Others get more. Your looks are your primary asset, but you will not always have them. This is your chance to move to a more relaxed life, where you will have everything you want."

"But I have everything here."

"Some day girl, you will tire of it. So now you must choose. Live the rest of your life here, or go with a rich man."

I had to think long and hard. What she said was true. I did love it here, but what if I tired of it? I did make lots of money, but I seemed to spend it as fast as it came in. If I was with a rich man, I could get everything I ever wanted.

But what if it was someone awful? What if it was Richard? I would hate that! Of course, I could always leave him. I just didn't know what to do. It was so much, so soon! How could I decide without knowing who it was?

"You must pick my dear" said Madam P.

"Alright" I said, cornered. "I will go."

* * *

I packed my bags, and put on my most elegant dress with high heels. I did my hair up, and wore my favorite ear rings. I fixed my makeup, grabbed my purse and went out to wait for my new husband. I held my breath hoping against hope that it would not be Richard.

The door swung open, and a man walked into the room. It was Gilbert!

* * *

I moved into Gilbert's chateau, where we still live today. He is the chairman of a large multinational corporation, and we have more money than we could ever spend in three lifetimes. We are so happy together! He wants me to always be in charge, which I strangely find empowering. At work, he orders around hundreds of thousands of people. At home, I run him. And he loves it!

What more could I ever want? I have houses, cars, a private helicopter, servants, rooms full of clothes and shoes, jewels...everything a girl could ever want! A house in the country with horses to ride (and stable boys to make love with). Oh yes, Gilbert knows. He encourages it! He has another fantasy, where other men make love to me, and he is forced to watch from a closet. Sometimes, I make him wear a dress when he's in the closet, and I'm on the bed with some young stud (the stable boys, not the horses!). After the boy leaves, he comes out, and we make love. I am truly satisfied.

If you get a chance to travel abroad, I would highly recommend it! It sure changed my life...

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Author's note: the story's protagonist's career and her subsequent 'sale' to a man are practices which are offensive and should never be condoned. However, with men's insatiable appitite for sex, and the fact that they are seemingly incapable of being true to one women, there is a constant 'need' for women in the sex trade. This barbaric practice is illegal, immoral, and I in no way want to glamorize it or condone it...for real women. For feminized men however (particularly ones who are changed against their wishes), it seems like perfect poetic justice. A small way to make up for the millenia of injustice to women...

  

  

  

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