Storiesonline.net ------- Geraldine by Dual Writer Copyright© 2010 by Dual Writer ------- Description: A college student who thought she was in love, dropped out of school and came to Tampa with her boyfriend. She found out he wanted more from her than what a boyfriend should want. Instead of turning to the worlds oldest profession she chose to just tease around the edges. Her new occupation paves the way to some good money plus the chance to meet new friends. (Characters and locations of the Florida Friends Series are used in this story.) Codes: MF ------- ------- Chapter 1 As I squirmed in my old Corolla, trying to get up the courage to go inside, I kept thinking, "You are a dumb fucking blonde. Damn, how could you take that line and believe it? You are one fucking dumb blonde." With that thought, I slid from the car, shut the door, and used the key to lock it. I headed toward the door with the "Nude Girls" sign over it. Out front was what I understood was the sign of a famous landmark, "Mons Venus." I was dressed for the occasion. I had on a miniskirt, a short, open midriff, top that was low enough to see some cleavage, along with some three inch heels. I did have a full set of underwear on although the bra was a half cup push up and the panties were a thong, my only sexy pair. My outfit was complete as I had foot to waist sheer panty hose that made my legs look glossy. As soon as I entered, the cool dark air wafted over me. Inside there vestibule about eight by twelve with about a five foot opening on the club side. There was a counter with a cashier who smiled at me, "Are you here to watch or?" I see inside the club behind the cashier but could see seated customers in the dark club area. The cashier looked at me expectantly so I took a deep breath and said, "I want to apply to be a dancer, waitress, or something. I understand that the girls don't turn tricks and that management frowns on that." "You got it in one, Honey. You get caught soliciting and you're hoofin' it down the road. What kind of experience you got, Honey?" I frowned and said, "Other than going dancing on Saturday night, none." "What makes you think you can be a dancer here? You know these girls take everything off, right down to their g-strings while dancing for three songs. They have to tease their way through about eight to ten minutes, depending on what songs they play. The idea is to make the folks watching excited and want to throw money your way, and to buy dances from the other girls. Do you think you can do that?" I actually smiled, "I love to tease, and this would probably be a great place to do that, since I don't have to come across with anything but some 'I'll show you mine while you throw money.'" "Good attitude, Honey, whatcher name?" Typical country girl, I stuck out my hand and said, "Gerry." The lady said, "I'm Gladys, the evening manager. Is Gerry your real name?" I answered, "Yes'm, is it all right?" "Its fine, Gerry, but you might want to use a stage name while, and if, you work here. How about something slinky like Jezebel, or Mona, think of something. Meanwhile, let me get someone to watch the front while you and I work on some forms." Gladys waved a partially dressed young lady who was carrying an empty tray up to the front. She gave the girl some instructions and took me by the hand and walked to the side of the big stage that had a girl, near nude, dancing to some loud rock music. Behind the stage, in a cluttered office that had photos of hundreds of girls on the walls, Gladys pulled a set of forms out and began with the top one. "Gerry, fill out this form with the correct information and before you sign it, read the rules on the back, especially the no soliciting rules. You won't be expected to fuck the owner, the bosses, or the bouncers. If anyone gives you a hassle, see me and I'll cut their balls off. I may not do that to the boss, but he has all the pussy he can ever want. When you are through with this first one, read and sign each of the forms after that. They are the state, county, and city rules governing clubs such as this. We don't like you coming to work drunk or high. If you get caught doing drugs here, you are down the road. When you get these done, I'll get you out on stage to see how you like it. If you like it, stay and learn, if not, all you'll need is a shower and you can go apply at Wal-Mart." Wow, that's pretty cut and dried. I didn't know there were so many rules for dancers though. I couldn't very well put a 1988 Corolla for my address, so I left it blank for right now. Perhaps Gladys knew of some girls that would share a place with me. It took about thirty minutes to finish the paperwork as I read every word. I wanted to make sure that if I did this, I would do it right. I shivered, thinking about getting up in front of a bunch of guys wanting to take me into the bushes, but then, I did like to tease and I was proud of my body. Finding Gladys wasn't tough as she was dressing down a girl in a room that was probably the dressing room. The room was three walls of desk height built in table in front of walls of mirrors. The table was completely covered with various cosmetics of all kinds. Gladys was hollering at the girl, "I don't care how much he gave you, you do not give a customer a hand job in the club. You can pack up and get out. You have a week off for pulling a stunt like that. Do anything like that again, and you'll be walking the streets. Now get dressed and get out." The girl shrugged her shoulders and began putting on clothes. Gladys looked around at the few girls who were touching up makeup and said, "The only way we can stay open is to run an honest joint. We have to play by the rules. Make sure none of you screw up like that." She turned to me and smiled, "Did you read all of the rules?" I said, "Yes'm, all of them." Gladys checked where I was to sign on each piece of paper then said, "Feel like getting your feet wet? You can go out and watch a couple of girls do their thing first, or just jump in now. You start with clothes on and finish bare-assed. What do you want to do?" Not wanting to let my nerves get the best of me by waiting too long, I said, "How about now? You see how I do and let me know when I'm done." Gladys smiled, "That's the spirit. I suggest you take off your panty hose as it's tough to do onstage, unless you've practiced teasing while doing it. Unless you want to do something with makeup, the next girl is due up in a couple of minutes. You need to pick out your music too. You pay for your tunes on the juke box with your tip money. I'll spot you the first time so you can get some cash ahead." After thinking about it a second, I answered, "I'll use the panty hose to tease a little. Perhaps some of the men will like it." Gladys motioned me to follow her as she left the dressing room. We went out another door that had us right at the jukebox at the side of the stage. Gladys put in some money and said, "Pick out what you like best. Make it something you like to move to. Remember that you will want to move with the music and you'll want to give some special views to all the guys up near the stage. Don't get too close to the customers unless it's to let one of them put money in a garter. Oh yeah, do you have a garter?" "No, Ma'am, but I do have this hair thing. When I get my panty hose off, I'll let my hair down and put the scrunchie on my leg. That'll take care of the close up tips." Gladys cautioned, "Be careful out there when you're getting those tips. Don't let some guy get his hand on your coochie or up your ass. Let them at the garter, but move away if they try to touch too much." "Got it." "Pick your music, this one is almost over." I noted the girl on the stage was totally nude on the floor with her legs spread, withering around, while passing her hand over her trimmed fuzzies. The first song I saw was AC/DC's "Dirty Deeds" so I punched that up, then a gentler tune, followed by a Charlie Daniels piece to end the set." Since I was already in three inch heels, I felt sexy but a little cheap, knowing that this was probably one step short of doing even more for money. Well, I wasn't doing that, I was dancing and teasing. That's it, nothing more. If things worked out, tonight would not be spent sleeping in my car again. I handed my small purse to Gladys and asked her, "Could you hold on to this for me?" Gladys said, "Sure, Kid, when you get through out here, I'll get you a locker. Come look for me up front when you're done." The music ended and the girl on stage got on her hands and knees and crawled around, picking up bills that had been thrown up on the stage. She got close enough to the guys at the stage bar to let them slip more money into one of the garters she had on. When a guy teased her with a bill, she would give him a shake of her butt and a smile, hoping the guy would give her the money. They must have liked her, since she had two fists full of cash and her garters were stuffed as she strutted off the stage with the money in her hands. Another girl went up and picked up the discarded clothing for the dancer and followed her off. Before I walked up to the stage, a very large guy said to me, "I'm George; I keep guys in line and watch the girls so they don't get carried away. I'll turn on your music when you hit the stage. You ready?" I smiled and nodded and walked up the steps at the side of the stage, but in full view of the patrons. George was true to his words and the music started immediately with the driving beat and blaring metal. I let the music take over for me and strutted around the stage twitching my hips and butt, leaning over to give some cleavage shots and walking close to the edge of the stage so guys would try to look up my short skirt. The stage has two poles to hang onto when you dance. I figured on using them to help tease. Halfway through the piece, I went through the gyrations of unclipping my bra and taking it off without removing my top. Guys love that. I teased a little by bending over and giving the viewers a shot down my top. My tits aren't big, but they are firm, with nice nipples that stretch way out when I'm excited. This took me all the way into the second piece, which was Mariah Carey's Obsessed. This had a slower sensual beat that let me end up on the floor taking my panty hose off, one leg at a time, while guys were hollering for more. They could all see the pink thong that I was wearing, which just further teased them. When I was standing again, I bent over backwards and flipped my little skirt up to tease, then I strutted around the stage smiling. Several guys had thrown money onto the stage but there were even more holding up bills. I saw some fives, some tens, and even a few twenties. Wow, this could get good. Before Obsessed was over, I stood in the middle of the stage bent over to give the cleavage shot then ran my hands up my legs between my thighs all the way to the thong covering my pussy. I visually shuddered, as this teasing was getting me hot. By the time Charlie Daniels band began the "Devil went down to Georgia" I was in only my top and thong. I pulled the scrunchie off my long unbleached blond hair and shook it to let it fall around my shoulders. I know I look good that way. I leaned back against a pole and slid to the floor holding the scrunchie. Then with as much grandeur as possible, I pulled the elastic hair holder up my leg putting it mid-thigh. I pushed myself back up the pole then bent over touching the floor. A good trick when you're wearing three inch heels. My top slid off me to the floor. I tossed it back with my skirt, bra, and panty hose, then strutted close to the customers just wearing my thong. I was so aroused that my nipples were sticking out almost an inch. As I slowly passed by the men at the edge of the bar, they were stuffing bills under my scrunchie that was acting like a garter. The song was more than half over, so I turned my back to the audience, bent over, looking at them between my legs, and slowly began pulling the thong down my legs. As I pulled it down, I had to stand straight as I had to put my legs together. When I had the panties at my ankles, I pulled one foot from them and used the other to toss them into the pile of clothes at the back of the stage. The noise from the guys was louder than the music. What a turn on. I did a slow strut, wagging my very pronounced bottom, but never totally opening my legs as I walked past each guy. A couple tried to get their hands high between my legs, but I just turned slightly and moved away without making a big deal of it. I watched as two guys put twenties into my garter. One was mouthing, "I want a private dance." The music was almost over, so I went to the middle of the stage and stood with my legs apart and my hands on my hips, grinning the biggest shit eating grin I could give, as the last chord was played. Guys were hollering for more, but I just casually went around the stage and picked up the bills that were scattered around, saying thank you to every one of the guys at the stage bar. With both hands and my garter full of bills I went to my clothes and scooped them up then walked down the stairs, pushed the door that led into the back, and went in. Gladys followed me in and pushed me toward the office. "You did great, Gerry. They loved you. You were able to keep them interested all the way through the three songs. Put the money down and we'll count it up for you real quick." I was amazed, when we finished counting the cash., there was three hundred and eleven dollars. I was shocked. Gladys said, "If you think that is good, wait till Friday or Saturday night. You'll double that. Plus you get to get on stage about once every hour and a half, depending on how many girls are here." I asked curious, "What do I do in between dances?" "That's when you can work the crowd. You can walk around and give what some call private dances or lap dances. We aren't supposed to do real lap dances anymore, and we're supposed to keep six feet between a girl and the customer, but the cops quit enforcing the rule a couple of years ago after the Super Bowl. You can rub all over the guy, but don't let him get intimate with you. Watch what he grabs or touches. Just like Gabby in the dressing room, no tricks of any kind, period. You can tease some guy up close for twenty to thirty dollars, depending on how much he wants you to dance. Remember; watch the touching and absolutely no soliciting. I can't tell you what to do when you leave here, but keep in mind these guys are going to be running real hot later tonight. If you even remotely say you'll meet one of them they are going to expect more than just a handshake. Don't let me find out you're making pay dates while you're here." Gladys handed me my purse and said, "Let me get a locker for you then you can decide what you want to wear while you work the floor." She gave me a locker with a padlock and key. I wanted to hit the john and brush my hair before I locked everything up so I quickly went through the dressing room and used the restroom. I washed my hands then went into the dressing room to brush my hair. A girl was sitting at the table putting on makeup. She said, "Hi I'm Bonny, that's my name here. What's yours?" I almost said Gerry, but thought a second, "Just call me Tess." Gladys heard me and said, "Teasin' Tess huh? That's cute." Bonny said, "Here, you need a couple of regular garters. Take these, they were Shirley's and she's gone for good. Her wedding was last Friday. She was working for a down payment on a house, what are you working for?" Without thinking, I said, "Food and a place to sleep. Before a few minutes ago, I had a dollar and eleven cents, and an almost empty gas tank." Bonny said, "Well, hopefully you did well on your first dance. It looked like you did. The guys all like you, even old Henry. He comes in a couple nights a week and gives the girls a dollar each when they dance. He's that old guy at the far end, the guy with an almost white short beard." I said, "I think he put a dollar in my garter for me. That was nice." Gladys said, "He begs me to let him in for free, saying he can give the dancers the money if he doesn't have to pay the twenty cover. I let him in as he doesn't cause any grief. He just watches the girls, gives them his money then leaves." I finished brushing my hair and asked, "So what should I wear out on the floor?" Bonny said, "Some girls go nude, but they get hassled a lot. A lot of unwelcome hands groping you as you pass. I like to wear just a top and skirt that way I can tease by flipping the skirt up or bend over to let a guy look down my top. You can get those two items off easier for a one song private dance." I asked, "So how much to do you charge for these private dances." Gladys had said twenty to thirty, but I wanted to hear it from one of the dancers. Bonny answered, "The usual is twenty for a one song private dance to fifty for a full set of three. Don't be bashful, most of the guys that come in know what we ask for and they willingly give it. There are even signs that state private dances are twenty to thirty. Do a good job of teasing and you'll get some guy to drop a "C" note on you real quick. Just keep dancing. You can rub all over them, and even let them play with your tits if you want, but don't let them play with your pussy and don't touch their dick. You never know when the cops will come back in and if they do, we'll all get busted for violating that stupid six foot rule." I put on my top and skirt then took my bra, panties, and panty hose to put in the locker. Gladys was with me and said, "Keep out money for your next dance music. You'll probably want to pick out something different for your second stage dance." Not knowing where to put the money, I slid the bills under one of the twin garters I was wearing. I put my hair back into a ponytail and followed Gladys out the door. As soon as I was out on the floor a guy said, "Remember, I wanted a private dance, please?" The guy was a geeky looking character with thick glasses, but a friendly smile. He led me to the back on one side and sat on the built in couch back there. I noticed a couple of girls dancing in front of guys, but I thought that I should give this guy a full dance so I sat next to him. "Do you want the money first?" he asked, holding a bunch of bills. "Do you want a one song dance or more?" "How much for a," he counted the bills in his hands, "how long will you dance for forty-six dollars?" I smiled and said, "Tell you what, you keep six and I'll give you three dances for forty. Don't tell anyone as I'm supposed to ask for fifty minimum, okay?" He was grinning as he separated the money, pocketing some and holding out his hand with the rest. He asked, "My name is Jim, what's yours?" A new song was about to start so I stood in front of him but said, while leaning down to let him look down my top, "Tess." I gave the guy a really good dance for three songs, teasing him the whole way. I think he saw everything I had. I did the last song completely naked, giving him ample view of every nook and cranny of my body. I rubbed my butt all over his lap, feeling his hardon beneath his zipper. It must have been what he was looking for because as the last song was finishing, I noticed a huge wet spot on his khakis. I really doubt he pissed in his pants. When the last song was finished, several people around clapped, including a lady sitting nearby. Several handed me some bills, including the lady who stuffed a twenty into my garter as I dropped my top over my head. Jim was sitting there a little red-faced, and when I was dressed, I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead saying, "Thank you, Jim, it was my pleasure to dance for you." I didn't make it ten feet before I had another request for a private dance. This kept up until my next stage time. Some guys were grabby and some were down right ignorant. Those were treated to a show at a distance. Too bad, because if they didn't show me some respect, I didn't give them much of a dance. I repeated my show after putting my bra, thong, and panty hose on. I couldn't do that though, until I had gone to the restroom and gotten rid of the drool from my pussy. This dancing was making me hot. Finally, at three in the morning, I was so tired I was just sitting in the dressing room nodding off. The night manager, Gwen came in and said, "Tess, why don't you go home? I think you've done enough for your first night. You've been really busy. Here's the scoop, you need to tip out the waitresses, the cashier, and the bouncer. Some give a percentage and some just give out a set amount of cash." I asked Gwen, "What should I give? I don't have any idea what I took in tonight, what do you think?" Gwen thought a second, "Give each a fifty tonight then find out what the others do and let your conscience be your guide. There are three waitresses so that's two fifty total. I went for my purse where I had been stuffing the bills in whenever I had a chance. I sorted out two fifty real quick and handed it to Gwen in the office. She said, "Don't give it to me, go out and give it to each of them. I don't work the door, so just hand it to the cashier as you leave." I didn't even bother to put my bra on, but did put my thong back on. With my bra and panty hose stuffed in my purse, I went out on the floor and made the rounds, giving fifty bucks to each of the people. The bouncer walked out of the building with me saying, "You were popular tonight. Let me make sure you make it to your car. Don't stop for anyone because some guy may follow you. If you see someone following you come back and start honking. I'll come out and get rid of the problem." I was sitting in my ancient Corolla, thinking that I might just lean over and go to sleep, but I would really like a bed. I remembered a nice looking motel right up the street so I started the old car, noting the gas gauge was showing about an eighth of a tank. Dale Mabry wasn't that busy at this time of the morning and I was able to get out of the parking lot and head north. The motel was just up the street, so I pulled into the place at the front, making sure no one pulled in after me. Inside at the desk, I paid for a room and a late check out then drove around to the room. I took clothes in to wear tomorrow, and walked into the room. After a quick shower, washing my bra, panties, and panty hose, I lay down on the bed and passed out. I woke just before ten and sat up. After a drink of cool water, I decided on some coffee. I took another shower and washed my hair. With my hair in a towel and wearing a T-shirt and shorts, I ordered coffee from room service. When the guy came with the coffee, he said that a free breakfast was available until eleven, so if I hurried I could get some fruit and or waffles. That sounded good so I hurried to the big room off the pool area and ate a big waffle with a couple pieces of bacon. Back in the room, I took all the cash from my purse and began counting. I kept counting and counting, not believing my eyes. When I was done I sat back in wonder. I had given away two hundred and fifty dollars, used about twenty for juice drinks, the juke box, tipped the bellhop, and paid for the room, but I still had over eleven hundred dollars in ones, fives, twenties, and one fifty. Holy smokes. Whew, that let the pressure off. I started the day yesterday with a dollar eleven and in total I now had eleven hundred thirty-three plus my dollar eleven. I wonder how often I can make that kind of money? I smiled to myself thinking, I'm going to find out. First things first, I needed to find a room. Then I thought, I have enough to get back to Canyon, Texas for school. No, I really can't go back there as I had officially dropped out to go with that creep who had promised me the moon. I was going to have to wait until next semester to get back into school. Meanwhile, I need a job. I have a good one it looks like. I need a place to live, and I need to buy gas for the car. I grinned at myself and my newfound riches and success and actually spoke out loud, "Let's get this show on the road." ------- Primary editing by Pepere Proofing by Sagacious ------- Chapter 2 I was getting ready to leave the motel that I stayed in after my first night as a nude dancer. Actually it's kind of a strip tease. It didn't make any difference if I was making some money without turning tricks for the asshole that I had come to Tampa with. I contemplated when I should go into work. Gladys said the Mons Venus is open twenty four hours, but I should probably come in at noon and work the afternoon crowd then stay until I was tired. She said a lot of the married women did that so they could get home and cook supper for the family. Okay, I could stay here another night, but why pay for that yet, before I get a chance to look around and ask around the Mons Venus. I drove up Dale Mabry until I found a gas station and filled up the tank. Feeling a lot safer, I drove back south until I came to the Mons. This was around noon and the parking lot was packed. I did find a space and walked in. Today I was wearing a cute, ruffle cut off top that showed my belly button and another loose mini skirt. I figured if yesterday's outfit was successful, this would be too. A waitress I had met yesterday was at the cashier's desk and gave me a smile as I walked past her through the busy club into the back, where Gladys was sitting in her office. A dancer was sitting on her desk with one leg on the floor and one leg up, spreading her beaver for all to see. They were having some hot conversation. While Gladys was talking to the dancer, she was actually talking to her pussy. I stood back and didn't intrude. The dancer was telling Gladys, "You should come over tonight for a little party. You and I need to renew our friendship. Misty says you haven't been around to see her either. What's happenin', Gladys, you find a guy or a permanent partner?" Still talking to the dancer's pussy, Gladys answered, "No, nothing like that. I've been busy with my new place and haven't had time to socialize much. I'll come over tonight if you want. But do you really want to include Misty, wouldn't you rather it just be the two of us?" As she raked her fingers through her moist pussy lips, the dancer said, "How about you and I have a good time early, and then we'll both do Misty when she gets home. You know she escorts at least one date at night, but she's always home by nine. She likes to visit with her dates, then come home early." Gladys looked up at the dancer and cupped one of her large store bought breasts, "You better be sure she's taking care of herself and not doing any of her dates bareback. You don't get a second chance if you catch something." "I'm sure she's careful, Gladys Baby, she doesn't particularly care for men, anyway. She puts on a good show for them, but they pay to play. Why don't I shut the door and you can sample what you've been staring at for the last fifteen minutes?" The dancer looked up at that moment and noticed me, "Hey, Tess, what's happening? How about coming over tonight to my place and we'll have a little party? Gladys is coming too." Gladys took her hand off the dancer's thigh and turned to me, "Hi, Tess. Heard you had a great first night and didn't leave until after three. Did you make some money?" With a smile, I approached the office door and said, "I did pretty good, enough to pay for a room, food, and to buy gas this morning." The dancer said, "Hi, Tess, I'm Candy, what's this about paying for a room?" I answered, "I'm without a place to live right now, but I'll find a place later today or tomorrow. I'll get some money ahead and rent a place or find someone to room with." Candy said, "I live out north of town in a really nice trailer park, very friendly, and very safe. There is usually someone looking to share a place out there. If you want, come out to my place this evening and I'll look at the bulletin board with you. The place isn't a good place to bring a trick, but it's a great place to live." "I don't plan on selling anything. That's how I ended up in Tampa without a place to stay. I wouldn't sell it or share it, and the asshole that convinced me we were a pair got pissed and split. I'd bet he's already got another girl to do tricks for him. Sometimes I think I'm the epitome of a dumb blonde." Gladys said, "Don't be hard on yourself, Gerry, I'm sorry, I mean, Tess. We've all fallen for a line or ten in our time. I'm sure Candy and Misty, Candy's roommate, have fallen for a few." Candy, the dancer, said, "No shit. It took me a dozen good lines before I finally figured out they were lines. So what do you think, Tess, want to come out and look for a place this evening?" I looked at Gladys and she was nodding, "It is a decent place, Tess. There are a lot of really nice people out there. Ah, Candy, if you don't mind I need to have a private chat with Tess for a second. Mind leaving us alone for a sec?" Candy smiled as she got up to leave. "Talk to me later, Tess. I need to put something on as my stage time is coming up." Gladys said, "Shut the door, Honey. I want to go over the rules again." After I shut the door, Gladys had me sit in her extra chair, then began, "I heard you did real good last night and didn't break any club rules. George said you kept the guys out of your snatch, but did a good job teasing them, just the way you said you enjoyed. I want you to know that you could go to jail if the cops come in and catch you giving a lap dance. It wouldn't be for soliciting, but for lewd public conduct. It's just a misdemeanor, but it would be on your record. I'm just telling you so you know there is some risk to making big bucks here. You can go down the street to the 2001 Odyssey where they do all sorts of things in the "Champagne Room." Some of the girls who've worked there say they give blowjobs, fuck, and just about anything else there. We don't allow that here. If you see a crowd of guys around a girl giving a dance here, it usually means she's doing something she shouldn't. George will investigate and I will find out. Okay, I've said my piece; do you still want to work here?" "Damn right, Gladys. I didn't have to fuck anybody for the money I made last night, and I don't plan on doing it to make more today. I'll play by the rules." Gladys smiled, "That's great. We'll have a good time together. I hope you're not put off by my eyes for Candy. She is a tempting piece for me. We have had some parties in the past and will probably have a lot more in the future. I don't have a guy and don't plan on supporting one, so Candy is a nice diversion, if you know what I mean. I don't know whether you swing that way, but if you do, there are some nice girls here to play with." "I like guys, Gladys, but I'm a little put off by them right now. I think I'll wait until I can pick and choose one to play with. Meanwhile, I need to make some money." I was getting up when I said, "Last night I gave fifty to the waitresses, cashier, and George. Was that the right amount?" "That's a decent amount. No one will ever bitch if you give them that much. If it's real slow, they'll know and won't expect as much. You should be taking at least a grand home every night. Less than that and you need to shorten up on your tip outs. If you work days, you get to tip me out too. The night manager makes a lot more and doesn't take tip outs. The days only have one or two waitresses though and they work the cash register too. Go get ready and make some money, Honey." I put my purse in my locker and locked it up. My skirt had a small pocket so I was able to zip the key up in there for safe keeping. After brushing out my hair, I was thinking about stripping down a little to work the floor when Gladys came in. "Tess, how about taking the stage? Cherry was getting sick and ran to the john. I'd bet she's pregnant. She got married this past spring and I'll just bet she's making a kid." "I'm ready, Gladys, let me pick out my music." "Just dance to the last two from Cherry and I'll pick one to go with them. Strut your stuff and tease those guys. We have a lot of guys out there today." I went on stage just as the next song was starting. The music wasn't bad, even though it wasn't anything I would play. I did my thing and teased right down to my bare bottom. Guys were tossing bills and stuffing my garters full. The crowd was rowdy, and it took some effort to keep their hands off my private stuff, but I managed. They were all hollering for me to stay on stage when the three songs were over. Gladys was just off stage and was motioning me to stay. I put my hand on my hips, pushed my light red fuzzies out for everyone to see, and said, "Want some more?" There were lots of yells and hands waving bills in the air. I ended up dancing to two more songs, getting groped in the process, but eluding errant fingers and hands. When I finally stopped, I scooped up all the cash, grabbed my clothes, and headed to the locker area. I stuffed all the money into my purse and locked it all up. I saw a fifty in there. I wonder which guy donated that? I used the restroom and headed straight for the floor. Instantly, guys wanting a private dance surrounded me. I told them I would do them all but they had to settle down and find an open area for me to work. Five of the guys cleared a space on a couch and sat. I sat on the first guy's knee and said, "Is one enough for a man like you?" He grinned and said, "It's not enough, but it's what I can afford today. I think we're all in that boat. Give us each a dance and we'll all enjoy it." I collected five twenties and stood in front of them in my miniskirt and cut off top. As soon as the music started, I leaned over and dropped the top then stepped out of my skirt. Completely bare, I gave the first guy a mind numbing lap dance that had him drooling all over himself. I did all five as sexily as I could. They were all young, well behaved, guys. A couple cupped one of my smaller breasts, but none went for the gold. When I was done, standing in front of them with my hands on my hips, smiling, I noticed a couple of big wet spots on their pants. I hope it was them and not drool from me. The first guy held out a five and said, "Here, this is a tip from me to you. That was great. The best lap dance I've ever had." The other guys were not to be outdone. The other four all gave me a five as a tip. I thanked them, grabbed my clothes, and ran for the back to use the restroom and some fingers to satisfy my growing itch. Wow, that was a turn on. Six guys, all wanting to be teased, all lusting after my body. There were dancers that were a lot better looking than I am, some with huge tits, although probably store bought. Most of them had shaved pussies while I had very little light red fuzzies that hardly needed trimming. It was almost funny that I should get that much attention. I may be a dumb blonde, but I'm going to be a dumb blonde with enough money to take care of herself. The afternoon continued in the same manner. I danced two more times before nine o'clock. A lot of the married ladies had left and most of the day girls were getting ready to leave. I was starved and worn out. The smoke in the club was heavy today and my hair smelled terrible, so I also wanted a shower. Gladys saw me sitting in the dressing room and reminded me that Candy and Misty would have a decent meal for me if I was interested in going out there. "Those two know a bunch of people out there and they might have someone you could rent from." "I need to clean up, Gladys. I smell like smoke and sweat." Gladys offered, "Take a shower, that's what the shower room is for. You can go out and take a shower in front and make some money. We have that shower stage that we haven't been using much lately. We have plenty of towels, which one do you want?" I answered, "I'm too tired to do any more teasing tonight. I'll use the shower room. I can blow dry my hair, so that would be best. I am really tired and hungry. Oh yeah, Gladys, one of those papers I signed talked about the hundred a night I have to give management to work here. Ah, how come you haven't asked for it?" Gwen, the night manager, was standing next to Gladys and answered, "Joe, you know Joe Redner, the owner, likes to give new girls a week or so without having to pay the fee so they can get on their feet. Work this weekend and next week with no fee then we'll begin collecting." I smiled and said, "It's a good thing a girl can make some big bucks dancing or this would be an expensive place to work. With the tip outs for the staff and rent, that's like almost four hundred a day." Gladys said, "That just means you'll work that much harder making our customers happy so you make big money every day. If business is bad, Joe tells us not to collect fees. One more thing he has us do, is to have you record what you make, so you pay income tax. You are really self-employed so you have to file quarterly. Have Candy help you get set up so you don't get into trouble with Uncle Sam." I showered and dressed quickly, getting directions out to Candy's and Misty's place from Gladys as she got ready to leave. She suggested I just follow her out as she was driving straight there. We drove about twenty minutes north of the city to an area with a big industrial park and turned into the entrance to a trailer park. There was a big overhead sign that said the name of the place was the "Vacation" trailer park. Under "Vacation" was an S&S logo. That must be some kind of holding company. The park had a guarded entrance that Gladys stopped at. She told the guard something and he wrote our two cars' license numbers down and waved us through. We drove way up past a wooded area, arriving at an area that had all double wide trailers. As soon as we parked in the long driveway of the big manufactured home, the door opened, and Candy came bouncing out of the trailer in some ultra short shorts and a very loose halter top. We walked into the trailer after a hug from Candy. The place was a regular house inside. We entered in a family room that was connected to a kitchen. Misty was in the kitchen appearing to be preparing food. She quickly came from around the counter and gave Gladys and me a hug. The surprising part of that was that Misty only had some thong panties on. That's it, just a pair of thong panties. Misty has rather large, firm breasts, probably man made, that have nice protruding nipples. When she hugs you, the two firm tips of those babies puncture you. That gave me a thrill. I'm not really into women, but the feel of those pointy nipples and those big firm breasts pushing into my firm "Bs" had my thong getting moist again. Still holding me, Misty said, "Hmmm, you smell good. You must have showered at the club. I know I smell terrible after a shift. I come home and shower instantly. Come on, everyone sit, I have some pasta and sausage for supper." The girls served some dark red wine with the meal. I was stuffing it in as I had not had anything since breakfast. I asked Gladys, "What do we do about lunch or some kind of food during our shift?" Misty answered, "You can go across the street to the little steak house or go to the Chinese restaurant up the street. There is a Subway up that way too." Candy said, "Actually, there are a dozen or so restaurants close to the club. Some girls let guys take them to eat, but that usually means you give a blow job for dessert. I'd rather buy my own or snack on pussy." With that, she laughed loudly. Misty said, "For a dancer that teases guys into coming in their pants everyday, you sure do dodge dick a lot." "You know what I think about that," Candy said. "I love dick, but on my terms, and definitely not with some dork from the club. There have been some guys I would have considered, but I prefer pussy to some clown that just wants to paw me and get off real quick." Gladys was sitting back, patting her full stomach, "I'm sure glad you enjoy pussy. Both of you girls are just a special pair to be around." Misty looked at me, "You're not put off by our lezzy ways are you?" "Naw, the first two years in school, my roomy was only into girls. She taught me all about girl lovin', The other girls in the dorm taught me all about guy lovin'. I like both, but I don't like how guys can shit all over you." Gladys said, "How so, Tess, or would you rather be Gerry outside the club?" "Either. Tess fits me, and Gerry has always been fun. My real name is Geraldine, believe it or not. My folks were very much real Texas country people." "So tell us about why you're off guys," Candy said. "Tell us a little about yourself, Gerry." "My story is easy, I was born in a small hospital near Dumas up in northern Texas to a young couple who were farming or ranching a couple of sections with some other people. They had some cattle and also grew sugar beets, a big crop around that part of Texas. Dad was killed when I was ten; a tractor turned over on him and Mom died a few years later of cancer. My grandma, who had a farm near Dumas, kept me until I went off to West Texas A&M, in Canyon, Texas. She just passed away, so I only have some scattered aunts and uncles and a few cousins. Well, I spent three years in school, bored out of my mind. I should have taken more interesting courses, but since I was on the volleyball team on scholarship, I had to take a bunch of Physical Ed courses, along with metallurgy and geology. I went to summer school and only need eight hours to graduate. Anyway, this summer, I met this guy that was really slick. A good looking guy that could talk a nun out of her panties. We had been fooling around for a month or so, when he asked me to come to Florida because he had an opportunity to go into business down here with a buddy of his." "As soon as we got here, the guy upped the ante by wanting to swing with his buddy and his buddy's girl. Again, that wasn't bad and he was a smooth talker. After a week of non-stop sex with the four of us, the two guys said, that us two girls needed to go out and make some money. They said they had some dates lined up for us, and we would only have to have about five or six dates a week, so we could all live high on the hog." "As soon as I said no way, I was on my ass. The asshole slapped me hard enough to knock me down. The other girl didn't think dating for a living was bad and they took off to take her to meet her date. I walked out of the place with my clothes and began driving around. I spent a couple of nights in my car while trying to find a job and then applied at the Mons. So you see, it's a pretty simple story." Misty came over to me and gave me a hug. "Guys can really take advantage of us if we let them. I know I was talked into working as an escort for a while. When I saw all the money I was making go up in smoke, or up my guy's nose, I said enough and split. Candy had it worse. Tell her, Candy." Candy looked a little morose. "I'm a little ashamed of some of the stuff I've done. In a way, I'm lucky to still be healthy and really just to be alive. You see, I liked to smoke in high school. I would do almost anything for pot back then. The next thing was coke. I would snort it, but never did smoke it. Anyway, I fucked my way through the allowance of almost every guy I knew. If they would buy a dime bag, I would fuck their eyes out while higher than a kite. I'd give a blowjob for a snort or let a dozen guys shoot all over me for a bag. I'd do a triple play for day's worth of coke. I was a real coke whore." "When I graduated from high school, the boys lost interest in supporting my habit. They could get pussy elsewhere. I began hanging out at some of the bars down in Ybor City with a fake ID, getting guys to buy me some booze and pot. Well, I found out that if I fucked a guy for a hundred, I could buy my own pot. If I fucked a guy for two hundred, I could buy my own coke. One of the guys I bought my dope from decided I should turn tricks for him and he would give me all the dope I could smoke or snort. I fucked everyone he wanted and stayed high until the cops raided the house and took him away. I was out in a car giving a blowjob when the cops came, so I didn't get caught. That scared the shit out of me." The good looking brunette said, "That's when I went to one of those outreach places. They fed me, gave me a shower, some fresh clothes, and told me that if I would stay with them a month, they would have me tested and cleaned up if I had any STDs. I stayed because I was scared. I stayed because I kept thinking that I was going to end up like so many people I had heard of. I wanted some pot and/or coke, but wasn't so hooked that I was totally addicted. I was lucky. When I went to the county health clinic to be tested for HIV and any other diseases, I was standing there with a bunch of street hookers that smelled like cum and urine. They looked and smelled horrible. I was lucky again, I was somehow clean, no STDs. I stayed in the outreach house another month then got a job as a waitress in a small bar. I stayed clean and when I would go with a guy, no pot, no booze, and always a rubber. I was not going down that path again. I heard about dancing and began working at 2001 but they do more whorin' than dancin'. so I moved down to the Mons. Now, I do go on some dates with a company Misty works with, but not many. I only do old guys and don't even hold them up. They have to be clean and have to use protection. They get their jollies and usually make sure I get mine. I'm saving up for my own flower shop. I should have enough in another year. So you see, like I said, I was lucky." Candy said, "Gladys said you need a place to live. We know a couple of ex-dancers that live out here. They have a new double wide and are looking to rent their old place. Both of them get home late so let me call them to see what they might have." Candy used her cell phone for a minute then said, "Star said for us to meet them at their old trailer. She said she has their old trailer plus a little one next door there for rent. We can walk over there. Star and DeDe are probably walking that way too. Put something on, Misty, and come too." The four of us walked through the park to near a large building with a pool next to it. We came to a fairly large pink trailer and were met by two ladies in shorts and halters. After some hugs between the two ladies and Candy and Misty, Candy said, "Star, DeDe, this is Gerry, or Tess, at work. She just started and is looking for a place. She could probably use a roommate if you know of someone." The lady named Star said, "We don't have anyone looking for a roommate right now, but we do have a little trailer next door. When the couple decided to sell it because they were going to buy a bigger place for a permanent winter home, Star and I bought it. We're going to buy a few rentals to help our income." Candy said, "Star and DeDe used to dance. Both used the money they made to get what they wanted. DeDe learned to fly so she could teach flying lessons. She's now the manager of a local air charter service and does teach. Star has done the same, but also got her MBA. She works out at the charter company and gives lessons too, but she's in charge of some kind of special tool catalogue for Steve Sharp's S&S Company." Misty said, "S&S is for Sue and Steve, remember. Steve's wife has some of the biggest clothing manufacturing plants in Florida. The S&S is for Sue and Steve, or Steve and Sue. Wait till you meet Sue, wow, is she built. The lady has had like four kids and is really a knockout." Candy said, "Steve's other wives aren't bad looking either. Mercy is really darling, then there is tall Kathy, and Juanita is really luscious looking." I asked, "Do you know these people? They're kind of out of our realm aren't they?" Star laughed, "You would think so, but if you move in, I'll take you down to meet them. They live in the park, but have a huge place. Everybody goes down there, especially on Friday night. You'll see, they're as common as grass." DeDe said, "Let's look at the little place. It's furnished, and the former owners left cooking stuff, and even sheets and towels. Come on, let's take a look." We walked into the small trailer that wasn't much larger than a travel trailer. It was nice and clean. The furniture looked older, but was still in decent condition. It was heavier, better quality than the usual cheap trailer house furniture. DeDe said, "You can have this for five hundred a month, including utilities. We want an extra five deposit and since it's the twentieth, you can have a free ten days. A grand will move you in." I didn't even think about it, "I'll take it." I walked over to the table and got into my purse for the money I had already counted. I counted out a thousand dollars and handed it to DeDe. Star said, "Let me run home and get a receipt for you with the rental agreement. We would like for you to give us a couple weeks notice when you leave, and of course, the rent by the last day of the month. I have to tell you, no dating out here. In other words, don't be turning any tricks in the trailer. If you want to date like that, do it outside the park." "I'm not dating. I can make enough dancing. I'll probably work a lot of nights as that seems to be where the bigger money is, although I did do well today." Gladys said, "I want you to work some days and when you start paying your fee, then you can work nights if you want. But before that you need to work days. You can work nights too, but I want to watch you for a week or so." Star said, "If you're just getting started, listen to Gladys. She was dancing when DeDe and I started out. She gave us a lot of tips on how to make money. Do what she says and you won't go wrong. Don't be a stranger. DeDe and I will come by and take you down to Steve's and Sue's. Perhaps one of these mornings, you can come down for breakfast with us." Candy said, "You'll have to go down there on Saturday or Sunday morning. The ladies wear some of the nastiest nighties you've ever seen. It's a hoot to see even the older ladies dressing sexy." I said to DeDe and Star, "Can I move in tonight? I have everything I own in my car at Candy's and Misty's place." Star said, "The place is yours, Honey, go get your stuff and move right in. Make yourself at home and enjoy yourself. So, do you have a TV?" I answered, "No, no TV. I have a decent radio though." DeDe said to Star, as much to me, "Well, that takes care of that old TV. We'll go get it when we get the receipt and set it up for you. Cable is part of the park rent, so you'll have some entertainment. If you want the internet, you have to buy that extra. There are a lot of people that have wireless routers out here so you might be able to get on the net if you have a computer." "I have a laptop with a wireless card. That's how you get the internet in the dorms at school," I said, thinking that I haven't even checked my e-mail for almost a month. Star gave me a couple of keys, so I said, "I'll leave the door open. I'll walk up and get my car and be right back. Thank you both for renting to me. This is like a fresh start for me." DeDe gave me a hug and said, "Well, good luck to you, Honey. I hope you are as successful as Star and me." I was smiling all the way back up to Candy's and Misty's. Gladys said, "Too bad you rented a place already. Thought you might stay and play with us three tonight." I blushed, "Thanks, all of you. I really am tired and would really enjoy a good night's sleep, knowing I have a place to live and enough money to eat. We'll get together soon, I'm sure." I drove back to the little trailer and parked in the little gravel driveway next to a concrete pad at the door of the trailer. This was a strange trailer as it didn't sit up high. There was only one step into the door. They must have dug out a hole for the wheels. It only took about fifteen minutes to get all my clothes and the two boxes of stuff into my new place. I put everything away so it looked neat and was sitting at the table with my laptop, booting it up, when Star said, "Hello, we have a TV for you." I opened the door and the two girls brought the old heavy twenty-five inch TV in and set it on the couch. DeDe went back out and brought in a TV stand. Star had the cable connected to the TV and plugged into the AC outlet in just a couple of seconds. They turned the TV on with a remote and said, "This has the converter box because it's an analog TV. The box has this neat remote. You get all the standard cable channels, but none of the optional sports or movie channels. You can get those, but then if you're like we were, you won't have time to watch them anyway." DeDe said, "You might want to consider going over to the pool in the morning. That was one thing about this location. It's only a short way to the pool. Get some sun every morning and you'll feel a lot better. When you start working nights, get some sun when you wake up. It'll give you some color and make you love Florida." Star was standing in front of me. She reached up and cupped her large breasts and said, "If you want to get some bigger boobs, let me know. We know a doc that loves to give girls big ones. He gives dancers a special deal. If you treat him nice, he gives you a set that will make you some money." "So far the guys seem to like my smaller ones okay," I answered flipping the pointy tips of my nipples that were showing through my blouse. "I used to think I wanted bigger ones, but mine are so sensitive that I'm pretty happy with them just the way they are." "Well, don't be a stranger. We'll try to introduce you around. If you want, I can come for you in the morning and take you over to the patio for breakfast. You can meet a lot of the people around here and meet some people that will show you around. This is as friendly a place as you want it to be. Want us to come by in the morning? About six or six-thirty?" "Gee, that's early, but yeah, do that. I'll get up early. What should I wear?" Star spread her arms out saying, "Shorts and a top. You know, Florida wear. And you don't have to apologize or be embarrassed for dancing. They know DeDe and I started there and you seem like you have your head on straight. You'll love the folks you meet." DeDe said, "Come on, Star. It's after eleven. Let's get home to bed and let Gerry get to sleep too. She'll end up having to take a nap before work." I was smiling when they took off, and I shut and locked the door. I checked the thermostat to see that it was set at seventy-seven. It seemed cool in the trailer, so I went to the bedroom and crashed. ------- Primary editing by Pepere Proofing by Sagacious ------- Chapter 3 Oh man, six o'clock comes early. I don't know how I woke up, but I looked at my wrist watch to see it was six. I jumped up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and brushed my hair before putting it into a ponytail. I found a clean pair of shorts and a T-shirt and was just opening the door when DeDe pulled up in small white pickup truck that had S&S air charter on the door, but along with that, there were cartoon characters all over it. She waved at me to get in, so I locked the trailer door and climbed in. We only went a couple of blocks and parked with a bunch of golf carts in front of a huge manufactured home with an even bigger screened area attached to it. DeDe said, "This is the patio. Whenever you hear anyone refer to the patio, this is it. Come in, I'll introduce you around. We're a little shy on single men lately, but never fear, there will be some around." When you walk into the screened room, you are met with the chatter of thirty or forty people. There were people having coffee, kids drinking milk and eating cereal, more kids sitting with parents eating breakfast sandwiches, and still more kids sitting together, talking. DeDe took me up to an area that looked like a bar. She said, "Sue, Steve, this is Gerry, a new tenant. She just moved in last night and I wanted you to meet her." Sue said, "Nice to meet you, Gerry. I'm glad you came to visit us this morning. Feel free to join us in the morning and come for supper too if you want. We have a great time in the evening with a lot more people here than there is now." The guy named Steve stuck out his hand and said, "Good that you're here with us, Gerry." He looked at Sue and said, "You should invite her to come over and play." Sue laughed, "Down boy, you have enough women to take care of around here." She looked at me and said, "You'll have to forgive him, but he always thinks I will bring him a new toy when he sees a cute girl like you." I blushed and said, "You two are both nice. Maybe I wouldn't mind being a toy." DeDe said, "These two are something. You never know about them though. Let's get some coffee and something to eat." When we poured two cups of coffee, DeDe introduced me to a nice older lady. "Gerry, this is Glenda, Glenda, Gerry, a new tenant. Glenda knows everyone out here and whatever you need to know, she can help. Glenda goes up to the pool most every morning to get some sun and visit with the ladies. She'll introduce you around." Glenda smiled and said, "Talk to me anytime, Gerry. I'm usually right here on this patio most of the time. If you want to be a part of our family, the door is always open." DeDe and I sat at one of the long tables and ate a breakfast sandwich along with our coffee. I asked, "I'm going to need some groceries. Where is the nearest store?" "Just on the other side of the park is a nice little group of stores. There is a good beauty shop there too. You have to make an appointment in advance, but it's worth it. The lady has five beauticians and stylists there and the six of them are busy all the time. They are very nice, you'll like them." I said, "Wow, it seems like everything is right here, close by. Where do you get your car worked on? I try to keep my old car serviced and after the long trip here, I'm sure it's time." DeDe turned and hollered, "Hey, Mark, come here a second." An older guy came over to us with his coffee cup and sat down. DeDe said, "This is Gerry, a new tenant, and probably a new friend of everyone. She needs her car serviced. Can you do it or tell her where she can go get it done? She can afford to pay for it." Mark reached across the table to shake my hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Gerry, you can probably take it to Tom Brown's Tuffy shop back in the business park. He's fair and is pretty quick. If you make an appointment, they'll do it fast. If you get in trouble, call me, I'll help you out." Mark handed me a card, then got up and went back to the group he had been sitting with. "See," DeDe said, "this is a great place. The more people you meet, the more you'll like it. You don't act like a dirty leg, so you'll be popular out here. You'll have to watch yourself though, as a lot of the women out here do like good looking young things such as yourself. You saw the look Sue gave you. That was real. See that other short girl over there with Sue? That's Mercy, another of Steve's wives. She really likes women too. Don't be surprised if she corners you. Oh yeah, over there are Mandy and Sandy. Those two love women. They have guys, but that doesn't keep them from chasing each other and other girls. Then there is Mickey, the one in the Sheriff's deputy uniform. She and her roommate, Samantha, like each other and invite other girls to come visit. I know both have visited with Sue and Steve, so they're bi, but are very women oriented." "My goodness, DeDe, do you know the private life of everyone out here?" DeDe grinned, "Honey, there isn't that much privacy out here. When you live close like this, you get to know everyone and everything about each other. Don't be put off, as pretty soon you'll just let it all hang out. If they don't like the way you are, fuck em'. You be who you want to be." "And you used to be a dancer?" I asked. "Star and me both. We danced for eight years. It took that long for me to finish all my pilot training and get an undergraduate degree. Hang on, you have to meet the man of my life, or should I say of our life." A guy walked up to the table where we were and lifted DeDe right out of her chair to hug her and give her a kiss. He put her back down to repeat the action with Star, and with a drawl said, "Morning, loves of my life, who's this cute thing you've brought me this morning." "You wish. You haven't been taking care of us enough lately. I think you've been pumpin' Star more than me lately. You're going to have to pay me more attention." The man blushed, "How could that be darling? I know that last night was the first night I haven't spent with you in a month. I didn't get in from Wichita until almost two, and didn't think you would want me knockin' on your door." DeDe said, "Star and I would have loved to have you. You could have been snuggled up between us." Blushing again the man said, "We wouldn't have gotten much sleep. That's just too excitin' for words. Are you going to introduce me to this lady, or is she just passing through?" DeDe said, "Wes, this is Gerry, Gerry, Wes." I stuck my hand out and said, "Nice to meet you, Wes." Wes' eyes opened big, "Uh oh, do I detect some Texas in that voice?" "Northern Texas, around Dumas. I just left Canyon a few weeks ago." He said, "Were you in school there?" "I was, but dropped out my last semester for stupid reasons," I said. "Perhaps I can finish here." DeDe said, "USF, right here in town, is a good school, and UCF in Orlando is also a good school." I nodded, "I only need a few hours to graduate. I'll take my transcript over to USF to see how many of my hours will be accepted here." Wes had left and came back with a cup of coffee and a sandwich, "What were you studying at Canyon?" "Don't laugh, but I was interested in both geology and metallurgy. I've actually finished the geology hours I need, but have about eight to go in metallurgy." Wes asked, "What were you planning on doing when you finished school?" I said, "I thought I might work the oil fields or possibly work for one of the uranium mining companies. Both areas interest me. The other thing I was thinking of was possibly working with someone in the R&D field, bonding metals to use within composites for automobiles or other structures. I have an idea that would work for travel trailers, boats, cars, trucks. I think it would work, but a lot of research has to be done yet." "You're in the right place, Honey. There is an R&D center right over there in the business park that is working on exactly that right now. You'll have to get with Dennis and Jeff. They are working on a composite body for a small aircraft." I said, "That does sound interesting. First though, I'm into earning some money and catching up on getting my life back together." Wes said, "When you're ready, have DeDe introduce you to Dennis, and perhaps you can help them out." DeDe said, "Let me take Gerry back to her trailer and I'll meet you out at the airpark later." I asked, "Do you really know how to fly?" DeDe smiled, "I sure do. Do you want to learn how? Want to get involved in flying some of our charters? It'll take a lot of time and hours, but you too can fly for S&S if you want." "Let me get settled and I'll take you up on that. It must be really neat to be able to fly places." Wes said, "It's the greatest thing on earth. There is nothing like flying." "Come on, let's get or Wes will be talking for the next week about flying." When we got back to my trailer, before I got out of DeDe's truck I reached over and took her hand and squeezed it. "Thank you so much for renting to me and for introducing all those people to me. This is truly a new start for me." "My pleasure, Gerry, I'm glad you want to fit in." As I got out of the truck I asked, "Where's the laundry room at?" DeDe said, "Just on the other side of the recreation building and pool. There is the laundry building, and then across the street is the mail kiosk. You can use change, or get a discount if you go to the office and buy a card. The office is across from the mail kiosk." "Thanks, DeDe, I may work late tonight. I'm trying to build up a little extra right now." DeDe smiled, "I know what you mean. Don't overdo it. You'll make more money if you're fresh and rested. See you later." I watched her drive away then looked around. The trailer next to mine had a minivan in the driveway, and on the end away from the street it had a little fenced area with kids' toys; apparently a family with little ones. Inside the trailer, I put my dirty clothes into a laundry basket that was in the closet and walked over to the office. Inside, I met a lady named Matty. I told her where I had moved while buying a laundry machine card. After loading up two washers, I went outside to buy a newspaper from a vending machine. I read the paper, getting a feel for the area. There was a section called Law and Order. Right there in the newspaper was a source of happiness. It said Randall Mortinson was arrested for soliciting, offering women for prostitution, receiving the proceeds of a prostitute, possession of stolen property, possession of a large quantity of both marijuana and cocaine, and was being held without bail as he was wanted by the state of Texas for several warrants. He was arrested along with two prostitutes as a result of a sting operation. I smiled to myself, good riddance. I was the dumb blonde who went along with him. Thank goodness that's all that I did. I did think that I should probably go to a doctor or to that county clinic to get checked out. I'll look it up. There was a pay telephone with a telephone book, so I did look up the county health clinic for testing. They even had a map in the phone book so I knew how to get there. As soon as my clothes were dry, I went back to the trailer, put my clothes away, and dressed for work. I left off the panty hose and put on a pair of regular panties. Thinking that I needed to count yesterday's money then find a bank, I sat at the kitchen table and counted. Oh my, thirteen hundred forty-six dollars. I kept out two hundred and some singles and got ready to deposit eleven hundred. Knowing I would need records, I booted up my laptop and set up an Excel worksheet with rows for dates and amounts. That should do it for right now. I entered the two amounts for my first two days then tried to find the internet. No problem, I hooked up to someone's wireless router instantly. I didn't want to mess with the net right now, so I logged off and shut down my laptop. Now off to make sure I'm not malignant or something. The health clinic was a real eye opener. I was in line with a string of hookers. There were some men with worried looks and some swishy looking guys hanging onto each other, giggling. I guess they wanted to make sure they were okay before they did the deed. It took longer for the wait than it did for the inspection and test. The nurse checked my pubes for bugs, took some swabs, and took some blood. She said that the results would be mailed to me and would be available in two business days. That would be next Monday. On the way to the Mons Venus, I stopped at a Wendy's for a chicken sandwich then drove to the club. It was still before noon but there were several men already there watching some of the older dancers up on stage. The morning manager greeted me and said, "Hi, Tess, I'm Cindy." "How did you know me?" I asked. "Easy, Gladys has your picture up there on her "New Performers" board. She takes pictures of all the girls when they start. Nice to have you here, anyway. Do you want to start early today?" "If you want me to, sure. I'll dance a set if you want, but I don't want to cut in on the regular girls' time." Cindy said, "Don't worry, they would rather you do the teasing and they'll do the lap dances. You get 'em up and they'll take 'em down. The morning crowd isn't very generous, so don't break your butt trying to get them to part with their dollars." I put on my thong, but not my panty hose. I thought I might save those for later. I did put my two garters around my wrist and would put them on during my dance. After selecting my music and saying hi to a bouncer I had not met before, I waited for the dancer working to finish. As soon as her set was over, she was out on the floor naked, drumming up business. I went up on stage and did my strut around the stage to prime the men at the stage bar. Cindy was right; these guys were more tight fisted than the men from yesterday. I did make about thirty bucks, so it wasn't a total bust. With my skirt and loose top on, I began working the floor, which was beginning to fill up a little. A clean looking guy in his thirties gave me fifty for a set and I went right to work on him. When I was rubbing my butt around on his zipper he whispered to me, "Don't take off your skirt. I like it to cover what you do." The dumb blonde didn't put it together but I continued to give the guy a dance. During the second song I was again rubbing on his lap while he was cupping my small breasts and gently pinching my nipples. I was getting hot but oh well, that was what my fingers were for. When I slid across his lap I thought something felt funny and when I slid forward, I was impaled by a very live, very hard dick. It wasn't that long but it did give me a shock and almost made me cum. Knowing this was a no-no, I jumped up, turned around and slapped the asshole. Eddy, the new bouncer had been watching me and immediately had the guy by the collar and was half-dragging, half-walking him to the door with his dick still sticking out. The bouncer actually pitched the guy out into the parking lot then came back in and stood in front of me. He said, "I saw him messing with his zipper and you still had your skirt on. I was thinking you were going to turn a trick right here in the club then you jumped up and slapped him. You went from almost being down the road to alright in my book. I hope you don't mind, but if I think there is some hanky-panky going on, I'm going to interrupt you. Hopefully, I'll keep you out of trouble. Now go back and wash yourself out. You don't know what that guy might be carrying." I did go straight to the bathroom. There were some pre-mix douches on a shelf above the toilets, so I used one and washed myself out. Damn, that could be really bad. I was going to have to watch it. Now I know how those girls do it in the club. No wonder some of those back cushions smell like cum. Wet pussy I can understand, I just didn't understand the semen smell. When I came back into the dressing room, Cindy stopped me. "You did good to slap that guy. He's the same guy that got another girl walked out of here recently. I took his picture on the way out and posted it by the cashier. Hopefully he won't sneak back in." "Thanks, Cindy, that was a surprise. I wouldn't think someone would do that." Cindy told me, "When these guys get horny, they'll do almost anything to get you to get them off. Just tell them to keep their dick in their pants and you rub them off. They'll get off without breaking the law or getting any on you." She actually giggled when she said that. A little after noon, men began showing up making the club busy again. You could tell some were just at the club for lunchtime, but some were setting up to stay the afternoon. I can't imagine all these men with enough money to hang out at a strip bar all day long. Well, I was going to help them have fun and part with some of their cash. About five, I was starved and told Gladys. She said, "We have a kid that will run down to Subway for us if you want. If you would rather, some of the girls go across the street for a steak or down the street for Chinese." I said, "I'm up for a Subway, let's get the guy to go get them." Gladys made up an order for several girls and sent the young man after them. He was smart, because all the girls tipped him good for chasing food for us. Some of the girls had to have cigarettes, chewing gum, panty hose, and an assortment of things. He chased for all of the girls and I'm sure earned a decent living. Again, somewhere around ten-thirty, I was burned out and hungry again. I found Gwen and asked if she minded if I went home. She actually hugged me saying, "You're a real trooper. You've worked hard since before noon. Go get some rest, as tomorrow night you might want to work a lot later. Friday and Saturday nights can be really good, especially when it comes around the fifteenth and thirtieth of the month. Don't come in until noon and take it easy during the day. Don't wear yourself out and you'll really make a killing. You did good today from what I've seen, but you have had to work hard to do it. Go have a good supper and go to bed." I got the kid that chases food to walk me to my car then drove across the street where I bought a nice steak dinner to take home. On the way home, I stopped at a Circle K for a six pack so I could have a beer with my meal. Florida is a lot stricter than Texas. The guy studied my Texas license for a minute before he finally figured out I was twenty-one and sold me the six pack. While I ate at home, I logged onto the internet and checked my e-mail. A lot of my friends were wondering where I was. I wrote all of them saying I had relocated to Tampa for a while. No sense in telling the world what a dumb blonde I had been. With a full belly, I took a shower and lay down on the couch to watch TV. ------- I woke with a start. Wonder what time it is. It was light outside, so it was past seven or eight in the morning. I found my watch and saw it was almost nine. After stretching, I found my two piece swimsuit and my tanning lotion. With a towel over my shoulder, I walked across the wide road and parking area and into the pool enclosure. Several ladies were already there, enjoying the warm morning sun. I walked over to join them and said, "Good morning, my name is Gerry. I'm new here, but I want to be friendly. Can I join you?" All of them were smiling and one slim lady that was probably in her late fifties or so said, "I'm Caroline, and this lush next to me is Shirley. Next to her is Betty. Come lie down and get some sun. You sound like you might be from the south somewhere." "Texas," I said. "Well, Gerry, welcome to Florida. We're all retired or something like that, but you're welcome to join us anytime. If you need a man, ours may not be able to handle a young thing like you." Shirley said, "I'll bet Mark would like to try though." I said, "Is that the Mark that works on cars?" Betty said, "Yes, that's the one. He's a good man and will help anyone." "I met him at breakfast yesterday when DeDe took me. He's a nice man." Caroline and Shirley said simultaneously, "We think so." After slicking up, I was enjoying the sun when Caroline asked, "So what brings you to Florida?" I was about to lie when I said, "I was a dumb blonde and was talked into coming here by a guy that wanted to use me. When I found out he wanted me to work on my back for him, I took off. I found some work, so now I'm going to enjoy living in Florida for a while." Shirley had an impish grin and asked, "Are you Star and DeDe's new tenant; Candy's friend?" I smiled, "That's me. News gets around, doesn't it?" Caroline said, "We're nothing but a bunch of old gossips. We share news around here all morning, and the card playing ladies yak all afternoon and night. By the next day, most of the park knows what underwear you hung out to dry the day before." This gave us all a laugh. I flipped over on my belly and Caroline gently began spreading lotion on my back. "Thanks, Caroline, that's nice." Shirley said, "Better watch her, she's a little touchy feely with women." "Shush, you slut," Caroline said. "Don't tell everyone we sleep together." Betty laughed, "Would you two stop trying to out potty mouth the other. My goodness, you'll make this little girl think we're a bunch of old pervs or something." The three ladies were really funny. I was glad to have met them and promised that I would visit with them most mornings for some sun. After an hour, I said, "I need to buy some clothes and should find a mall for some undies." Caroline said, "You know Wal-Mart has all kinds of sexy thongs and stuff. There's a Wal-Mart right down the road here. There's a Target and a Penny's over near highway 54. The closest mall is over in Citrus Park. Another is going to open at the apex of 92 and 41, but that will be a while." I said, "I'll check at Wal-Mart first, then try Penny's. I'll have to plan a trip to this Citrus Park Mall. Perhaps one or all of you would go with me." Betty said, "I'm up for that. Maybe Caroline can borrow Mark's Escape. He hardly drives that thing anyway." Caroline said, "Sounds like a plan, Gerry. We live at the end of the first street down by the highway. If you come down, you'll see my trailer with the big C on the front. Shirley and Betty live across the street. Come on down." Shirley said, "If Mark has had a pill, perhaps we'll share our man with you." Caroline said, "Don't be sharing Mark with just anyone. You know I'm the jealous kind." I said, "That's okay. I'm not going to steal your man right now. I'll find one of my own one of these days." Back in the trailer, I showered and dressed in shorts and T-shirt, but put some work clothes on hangers in the car. I found the Wal-Mart and sure enough, they had a variety of cheap skimpy thongs. I bought a couple dozen, thinking that now I might let guys buy them the way they were trying before. They had some micro minis, along with some cute loose cut-off tops, perfect for what I wanted them for. The skirts were perfect as one was a cute pleated A-line and the other two were also A-line but a solid color. They were actually for younger, shorter, girls but were perfect for me since my waist is so small. I have a small waist but a round bottom. A short skirt sticks way out proclaiming my nice backside. I stopped at a cafeteria for a good early lunch then went into work. Gladys was just getting in and said, "Three girls have called in so we might be a little short handed tonight. That's going to be really tough on a Friday night. I'm going to try to call a couple of the retired girls to see if they might work. If you want, go ahead and take the next set as there is already a crowd. Hopefully, some of the housewives will stay a little long today." By the time I went on stage, the club was packed. This was going to be crazy in here and it was only just after noon. I probably made over a hundred my first dance. Then I worked the floor and I know that first run through on the floor was worth damn near five hundred. By five, some of the housewives were in the dressing room, talking about having made almost two grand. A couple were going to stay as the money was just too good today. A Subway was supper again and I was dancing when I saw my landladies walk by. DeDe waved at me and mouthed, "Later." I guess that was who Gladys was talking about. By nine when Gwen came in, there were people outside waiting to get in and those inside were having too good a time to leave. The guys weren't too bad, so my tits weren't bruised from being manhandled so much, but I had a few close calls with guys with their dicks out. George, the bouncer, looked frazzled and it wasn't even midnight yet. Star came and got me and said, "We're going across the street for a steak real quick. Come with us and you'll be a lot fresher. We'll come back and do a three-way up on the shower stage. That will get us some dances for sure." We had a decent little steak, then back on the shower stage we did everything but get down and eat each other. We were smokin' hot, almost illegal, but not across the line. We didn't lose any fingers if you know what I mean. The shower did wash the sweat off us and did make us smell better. We put some perfume on and went right back to working the crowd. Around four in the morning, I was sitting on a couch in the back, talking to a customer when Star came up to me and said, "Let's get out of here. This guy ain't buying anymore dances and you don't look capable of giving any more." In the back, Gwen had me give her just the tip outs for everyone, but said, "Next weekend, you'll be paying management, so enjoy the extra money while you can." Star said, "Gwen, I heard a lot of guys say they were back just to see Gerry. Now you should be paying her to show up to bring in the guys." Gwen smiled, "Yeah, I know, I heard it too. The other girls are going to have to tip you out for bringing in the men. You're playing it straight and not letting the guys take any liberties. You're doing it right and you see that the guys are coming back for you. Just keep doing it like that and you'll be making a bundle." As we went to our cars DeDe said, "Let's stop out at Park place and have breakfast. Follow us, Gerry, and we'll show you a great place for good food." We drove out near the trailer park and parked by what looked like an old fashioned diner next to a bar and fancy restaurant, all in the same long building. While we were eating, Star said, "I'll bet you made a bundle tonight. I know I did about eighteen hundred and DeDe did about that too. You were doing double what we were doing." I said, "You really think so? I've never made more than the fourteen hundred the other night. I'll be happy with that." DeDe said, "Honey, when that many guys are pushing each other aside to be next to get you to dance, you should charge double. They would pay. You were doing sets for fifty that those guys would have paid a hundred for. Christ almost every one of them had wet spots on their pants and they were smiling. Either you were really drooling on them or they were getting off on you." I blushed and said, "I feel them cum in their pants when I rub on them. I know that's what they want and it really isn't very difficult to get them off at all." DeDe laughed, "Star, this babe has got it down already. She's found the key to success. Enjoy it, Honey, I hope it lasts as long as you want it to." Star said, "I enjoy coming in and dancing sometimes. It's kind of neat to have guys get off on you. DeDe and I have a new boyfriend, or rather DeDe does and shares, but he doesn't care if we go out to have fun like this. He says he going to come down and watch us soon." I said, "You mean Wes? He's good looking, but you talk about him as if he's a nerd or something." "The guy is pure pocket protector. Wes is in love with airplanes and engineering. If we didn't go over to his hangar and talk him into a little playtime, the man would never come get into our britches." I had to laugh at DeDe's exclamation. I yawned and said, "Let's get home. I'm dead and I have to go back in at noon." DeDe said, "Saturday can be busy. Let's go." At home, I decided to count my money real quick and separated the bills. I had several hundreds, even more fifties, stacks of twenties, tens, and fives and a load of ones. It took a while, but when I was done stacking money in bundles of a thousand dollars each, I sat back and stared. Four thousand, six hundred, twenty-four dollars. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I sat there staring at the money. When Grandma died, she left nothing. There was enough left after selling the house to pay off the funeral and pay for last year's books. Even with my scholarship, I was going to have been short housing and book money for this last year. This was unbelievable. I wonder how long I can keep this up? I wonder how long people will actually come and pay to watch me dance, or for me to rub around on them? I separated forty-five hundred and got it ready to deposit and put the rest into my purse. This is so good. I didn't have to worry about buying food or gas for my car. I know my car insurance was coming up soon, so I would be able to afford insurance too. It took me a long time to fall asleep. Just thinking about all that money had me trembling, or perhaps I was just giddy with happiness. Primary editing by Pepere Proofing by Sagacious ------- Chapter 4 I woke at ten fifteen, but was still bone tired. I got up, showered, dressed in my work clothes, and headed to the bank. Thank goodness they were open till noon on Saturdays. By the time I had something to eat, it was time to go to work. Gladys was there and I asked her, "Don't you take a day off? You have to have some time for yourself." Gladys smiled and said, "I usually take Sunday and Monday off as they are the slowest days. When Joe needs me though, I work seven days. The last time I worked multiple weeks straight through, Joe sent me to the Cayman Islands for two weeks, totally on him. For as much as he pays me, he doesn't even have to do that." I nodded and said, "Gladys, this is a good job. I'm making some decent money and I'm going to be able to save up fast." "What are you saving for Tess?" I had to stop and think for a minute, "Well, I guess I'm saving so I can go back to school and finish, but I'm saving for my future. Perhaps a home, I will need a car one of these days. I think mostly just to put money in the bank and be secure for a change." "Well, Honey, make hay while the sun shines. Get out there and make some money while it's available. Go do your thing. You'll be on stage in about thirty minutes, so you have a chance to work the floor for a while if you want." "Thanks, Gladys," I said, and put my purse into my locker and walked out into the dark club with the loud music and all the lights shining on the stage. I did six lap dances real quick, then headed for the stage where I put on the best show I could. This continued through the afternoon, until I took a break with another dancer, and we walked across the street to get a steak dinner. On the way back, some guy began harassing us, wanting a blowjob or quick fuck for free. The dancer I was with, a girl named May, had her hand in her purse and told the idiot, "Get the fuck out of here or I'm going to hurt you. You are threatening me and I'm not afraid to hurt you, so now get." The guy became belligerent and began yelling, "You cunt, I'll fuck you right here on the side of the road for God and everybody to see. Don't threaten me, you two bit whore, or I will have your ass while I'm at it." When the guy made a move toward us, May pulled her hand out of her purse and shot the guy with a stun gun. Two wires leaped from the gun and stuck into the guy's chest. He immediately fell to the ground and was withering around. May kept pulling the trigger, recharging the probes. A cop car pulled up and stopped with his lights flashing. He came out of the car with his handgun pulled. May threw down the stun gun and pointed at the guy, "He was coming for us, threatening to harm us physically." The cop looked at me and I just kept bobbing my head in agreement. I didn't know what to say. The cop pulled the probes from the guy's chest then pulled him up into a sitting position. The guy came around and began cursing and hollering immediately. He made the mistake of yelling he was going to fuck both of us right there on Dale Mabry because we were just cunts. Now I was pissed. The cop told the guy, "You know, you're going to jail, Buddy. You may not even remember tonight, but you'll be pissed at yourself tomorrow." He cuffed the guy and manhandled him into the back of his car. He took May's and my name for his report then took off. "May, you were awesome. That was quick thinking on your part. You didn't even hesitate, you just shocked that guy." May said, "It's better than shooting him. If I had shot him, I would have been questioned all night long. That's what the stun gun is for. It takes care of the non-life threatening situations. I'll tell you where you can get one." We went back to the club, and after telling Gladys and Gwen what had happened, we went right back to work in the busy club. It was another crazy night where I didn't quit until almost four. Again, I was so tired I was just sitting, staring at nothing. Gladys said, "If you don't want to come in tomorrow, don't. You've worked hard and might need a day off. If you want to come in, come in around three and work till midnight or something like that. The money usually isn't as good on Sundays and Mondays, but you can make some in the evenings." At home, I counted my money and found I only made thirty-nine hundred. I laughed at myself, "How can I feel bad with making thirty-nine hundred. That's a lot of money. I've made and saved over ten grand my first week and it wasn't a whole week." I smiled. ------- I slept until almost noon then got up, showered, and dressed for work. It took a while to find a good place to hide my money until Monday. After having something to eat, I was at the club by two. There was a part time manager who spoke to me, using my name. She said, "Gladys said you would probably be early, even after she told you to either take the day off or wait till three to come in." "I just thought you might need an extra girl, so I came in," I said. "If you don't need me, I'll stay in the dressing room so the girls can make the money." "Not to worry, Honey, get ready and I'm sure the girls would be glad to let you dance so they can work the floor. My name's Julie and I need to tell you that I'm not that strict with the girls out on the floor. My deal is, don't get caught. The bouncer is a fag and he couldn't care less what you do, but he'll caution you if you're being flagrant. Like I said, just don't get caught. So go dance and do what you want. Oh yeah, and don't let Gladys or Joe know either." This worried me; if the girls were being loose out on the floor, a cop could have a field day. I would have to stay away from where the girls were doing stuff. I danced a set and received a pretty good amount of tips. As soon as I was on the floor, the guys seemed to know Sundays was a no holds barred day. They were trying to negotiate for what they called a half and half, bj's, a quick fuck, and just about everything and anything. Since I wouldn't go the whole way, I didn't get that many lap dances. I watched a couple of girls fucking, saw one give a customer a blowjob, and even saw the manager Julie leaning forward on the couch while a guy plowed her from behind. This was too much. Just to be safe, I went to the dressing room to have a cup of coffee. While I was in there, I watched as a girl came in and was messing around with something on the dressing table in front of her. The next thing I know, she pulls out a little short silver looking straw and starts snorting whatever it was on the table. Nope, I wasn't doing this. I went to my locker, got my purse and left the club. Two guys hassled me all the way to my car, but they did let me get in and lock the doors. They watched as I drove off. I drove home and went to Candy's and Misty's place. Candy opened the door as soon as I knocked. "Candy, have you ever been in the club on Sunday?" "Yeah, I have. If Gladys wasn't there then the place was probably a free for all, a regular whore house." I was nodding when Misty came out of the bedroom stark naked. She said, "I used to use Sunday to make a few bucks and to get fucked. I could almost get enough dick at one time for a change. I would go through a couple dozen rubbers and make three or four grand, but the scum that is coming in on Sundays now wants to fuck for the price of a lap dance. What did you see?" I said, "Exactly that, plus people were doing dope. At least one girl did some coke or something right in the dressing room in front of me. I don't want anything to do with that." Candy looked at Misty, "I better call Gladys and Gwen at home so they can go see what's going on. If the cops come, Joe will get shut down for a week or so and a lot of the girls will go hungry." Candy made a telephone call, then turned to us, "Can you two go in to work if they sack everyone?" I said, "Sure, I'll go, but tell her she'll need a bouncer too." Candy had the conversation then hung up. "Come on, Misty, let's get going. We might be in for a long night." By the time we got back to the club, Gladys and Gwen were there and they were shoving girls out the door, as well as the bouncer. Joe Redner was there, yelling at the girls and some of the customers. He had the lights turned up and had a strange guy there going around picking up rubbers from the floor. If the cops had come in, he would have been shut down. It took an hour to clean the place up to make it ready to do business again. By the time we opened, there was a pretty big crowd waiting to get in. Gladys was outside telling the men trying to get in that there would be no fooling around inside the club, but if they wanted regular dances and to watch the ladies, to come on in. Gwen said that a lot of the late Sunday night crowd was traveling businessmen in town early to go to work tomorrow. Joe Redner stayed until after midnight, watching to make sure the place stayed clean. Gladys and Gwen had called in several girls to come in to work, as she said the entire crew that had been in was now terminated. When Candy, Misty, and I left at four in the morning, Gladys handed each of us an envelope and said, "This is from Joe. He said you three deserved this because you came right in and kept his place going. Like I told you, Tess, Joe will treat you right." We three went to Park Place for breakfast, then home for a shower and to sleep. I had to peek into the envelope to see what Mr. Redner had given us. There was four thousand dollars in hundreds. Wow, that was in addition to what I had made, which totaled over three grand. All in all, it had been a very nice Sunday. ------- Monday morning about ten, I woke to mope around the house, wishing I had some food. Knowing that I needed to get going, I showered, dressed, and drove toward work. I made a quick stop at a McDonald's, and ate while driving the rest of the way to the club. I walked into the club, noting that it wasn't quite as dark in the couch areas as it usually was during the day. The cashier smiled at me and handed me a sheet of paper, "These are the regular rules. Mr. Redner wants all the girls to re-read the rules and to sign them. You know what happened in here yesterday, don't you?" I said, "Yeah, I was here for a few minutes while it was going on. I didn't want to be a part of it, so I left. I did come back when Gladys asked me to come to work." The cashier said, "I wish they had called me. My old man would have been able to watch the kids while I made some money. I'll bet Mr. Redner gave you a nice tip for coming in. He always does that for the girls that help him out." I smiled and carried the paper back to the dressing room where I read it, found a pen in my purse, and signed the paper. The day manager walked in and held out her hand. I gave her the paper and she said, "Glad you came in for the day shift, Tess. I need you to heat the place up. Go out there and really tease the audience and get them warmed up. Let's make the place sexy and fun. You do a great job of it, so help us out a little. The other girls are a little afraid to get wild after what happened yesterday." "Actually," I answered, "Mr. Redner was here yesterday and after we cleaned up, it was like a party. We had a great time and were able to get the customers worked up real well. I had a decent evening considering what had gone on. The girls that were here all played by the rules and kept the guys in line, and we still made good money." The day manager said, "Mr. Redner left a note that you and the other girls that came in yesterday don't have to pay your fees for a week. You get a reprieve for another week. Enjoy the extra money." Monday daytime is supposed to be a slow day, but I know I was busy all day, and I think the other girls were busy too. I did notice that as the day went along, the lights got dimmer in the audience area. The girls were all being careful to make sure we didn't let customers get too frisky. Gladys had me leave about eight, which gave me a chance to run up to the mall to visit Victoria's Secret. I bought some neat lingerie that I could use while working and some of their sexy perfume. You can't use much of it as it is really strong, but I do know that it drives guys nuts. I stopped at Wal-Mart on the way home and bought over a hundred dollars worth of groceries. Now I could have breakfast and supper at home. At home, I made a small salad and had a weight watcher's frozen dinner. After cleaning up my mess, I felt like taking a walk, so I put on some shorts and tennis shoes and started off by walking through the athletic fields. This was really a nice place. I walked back through a business park that had a big RV sales area then an over the road truck dealership. Across the street was the S&S golf cart showroom and it said factory, too. The showroom windows had a variety of passenger and utility carts. Back home, I showered, then fell asleep watching television. ------- My days were running together as all I did was work from noon to eight or nine or from noon all the way through till around four. I had some fantastic days where I made over five grand, even after tipping out everyone and paying my fee. But I had some other days where I barely made a thousand dollars. By my third week, I had saved up an amazing amount of money. With the tip from Mr. Redner, I had deposited almost forty thousand dollars in the bank, plus I had at least five hundred in my purse. If I can keep this up, I'll be able to go back to school next semester without any worries. I asked Gladys and Gwen for a couple of days off during the week and asked them what days I should take off. I explained that I wanted to go out to USF to apply to get in for the last credits I needed for my degree, and I wanted to be able to leave my car at a shop to get all of the maintenance done as it had been a while. I also needed to find an insurance agent as my Texas insurance was going to run out. Oh yeah, I needed a Florida driver's license too. Things were building up that I needed to take care of. My first day off was Tuesday. I was up and at the Tuffy car repair place by seven in the morning. I gave them a list and they took me back to the park. I had them let me out at the patio area, where I asked if anyone was attending any morning classes out at USF. One young guy named Ben said he was going out for a nine o'clock class, would give me a ride, and drop me off at the administration buildings. He was a neat guy and gave me a brief history of his family. His dad had been killed in the military and his mom had remarried here. He said his second dad was really a neat person and I would like him. He began explaining about Steve Sharp and I laughed. I said, "I've met Steve Sharp. I've met Sue Sharp, too. How many wives does that guy have anyway?" Ben smiled and said, "Four, and my mom is one of them. Steve really loves them all and loves all of his kids too. He really treats us all great. My mom couldn't be happier." I was thinking that I wouldn't play second fiddle to anyone. If anything, I wanted several men at my beck and call, not to be one of many women in a family. I kept that to myself, and smiled demurely at Ben. Perhaps he might be a welcome suitor. The bureaucracy at universities is unbelievable. Even with my transcript and a 3.8 grade point average, I almost had to beg to be allowed to apply for enrollment in two classes. After two and half miserable hours, I left with a submitted application for enrollment. They said my transcript would have to be approved as whether all the classes I had taken would be counted toward the dual degrees. Shit, I might as well go back to Texas and finish. Luckily, I was standing out at the curb in front of the admin buildings when Ben swung by on his way home. Back at the park, he insisted I eat lunch with him on the patio. We had soup and sandwiches, then he asked me if I wanted to do anything that afternoon. I said, "The only thing I have to do later is to go pick up my car. I probably should get a cell phone, and I'm going to have to find an insurance agent. Oh yeah, I need to get my Florida driver's license and register my car here." Ben said, "Tell you what, how about I take you over the license office. They're usually not busy on Tuesday, and we'll go from there. Let me be your guide today." He turned and said, "Hey, Mom, I'm going to take Gerry around to the license office and help her out a little this afternoon." When Ben turned back to me, he suddenly blushed, "Darn, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce you to my mom. Come, let me do it." "Mom, this is Gerry, ah," Ben looked at me, realizing he didn't know my last name. "Shadow. My real name is Geraldine Shadow." I said this with a smile. The tall lady said, "Nice to meet you, Gerry. You're lucky to catch Ben while he's home for a while. He's a good guy, enjoy your day, you two." As we walked out of the patio, Ben said, "I'm sorry, I never asked you your full name." I answered, "I didn't ask you yours, either." "Oh, I'm Benjamin Sharp. Just call me Ben." "Okay, Ben, thanks for ferrying me around today. With you knowing where everything is, this will be a lot faster. How far is it to the license office?" As we pulled out of the park, Ben said, "Less than five minutes. All you'll have to do is take the written test and they will give you your license. If you're rated for anything else, like motorcycles or chauffeur, let them know so you can get the endorsement on your license." "That's good to know. I do have a motorcycle license, as well as a chauffeur's license for big trucks. I drove a truck last summer on a delivery route. The test for it in Texas was pretty tough. I had to turn some tight corners, as well as back the trailer into a really tight loading dock. I grew up out in the country, so I know how to drive almost anything. When you're raised on a reservation farm, you get to do a lot." "Reservation?" Ben asked, "Tell me about that. You sure don't look like an Indian or Native American with your blond hair, but you do have brown eyes and that is unusual." "My Mom was blonde, with almost white hair. My dad was only half Native-American and probably had a lot of blond genes in him as well. That makes me only one-fourth American Indian, but I'm still considered a Native-American. It really wasn't a reservation, but a group of Kiowa that lived together up in the grasslands of Northern Texas. They were farmers, and together, they did well raising cattle and crops that fed them and made them a living. They always referred to it as their reservation as the Department of Interior reneged on lands they were going to give to the tribes. When my folks passed away, my grandmother, who had a sugar beet farm near Dumas, Texas, took me in." Ben said, "You've had an interesting life. I hope we have time together to talk more about it. We're here; let's go in before a rush comes." The place was very quiet, with no waiting. I took the simple test and the eye exam, had my picture taken, and was issued my Florida driver's license with all the endorsements I had in Texas. Ben walked me next door to the tax office, where I was able to get my Florida license plate using my current insurance information. This was really neat. When we got back into his car, he said, "Let's run by the insurance office that Dad uses. They must be fair priced or he wouldn't use them." We did go there and I was able to buy insurance that would give me decent limits. I didn't buy collision, as my car was over twenty years old. If someone hit it hard enough, it would be toast anyway. As we walked out of the insurance office, Ben asked, "Okay, what else do you need to get done?" I said, "For right now, that's it. This has been a great day. I have to pick up my car at Tuffy's, but after that I'm done. Say, are you twenty-one, so I can buy you a drink?" "No, Ma'am, I'm going to be twenty next month. But if we go back to the patio later, I can have a beer with you there if I want. How about we pick up your car, then we could go for a quick swim before all the people come to the patio?" I answered, "Sounds good, I need some sun and exercise." Ben dropped me off at Tuffy's and said he would meet me as soon as he put on his swimsuit and walked up to the pool. I said I would meet him there. After picking up my car, I quickly changed, putting on my cute bikini that is a little brief, but not totally a thong. Since I'm not huge on top, all of my breasts are covered. The panties on any suit have a tough time covering my rounded butt. My hips aren't wide, but my butt sticks way out. Some guys like it, some don't. I happen to think my butt is sexy. Ben arrived just as I entered the fence around the pool. Ben took one look at me and jumped into the water. I put my towel and lotion down and dove in with him. I began swimming laps while Ben followed my lead, swimming next to me. When we had done more than a dozen laps, we drifted up to the steps where we sat together for a second, catching our breath. Ben gasped, "Man, that was a good workout. My dad's friend Chuck Johnson swims like that. I was over at his house and he gets in the pool and swims as hard as he can until he's winded. That guy can swim fifty laps before he's done. A couple of the people who live over there with him swim like that too. You should see them. You would think they were racing, but they're just exercising." I said, "This is the way I exercised at school. About every other day, I would go to the pool and swim real hard, rest, then swim hard again. Come on, we've caught our breath, let's do it again, then rest up." I took off swimming hard again and Ben took off after me. We were really moving this time, and I swear he was trying to swim faster than me. I'm not the world fastest swimmer, but I am a strong swimmer. This time, when we finished, we were both winded. We staggered from the pool to enjoy the hot sun beating down on us. Picking up my lotion, I poured a bunch in my hand and spread it on Ben's back. He enjoyed my touch, moaning his approval. I handed him the lotion then flopped on my stomach so he could do my back. Ben was amazingly gentle. He gently spread the lotion all over my back, then, as he got lower, I reached back and ran my hands under the bottoms and pulled them together into the crack of my butt. I heard him gasp and almost chuckled. I said, "Put some lotion on those cheeks. I can't reach them that easily." I thought to myself, 'You nasty blonde. You're teasing this guy as bad as you do the ones at the club. They don't get to touch my glorious cheeks, though.' Ben was cool, he spread lotion all the way down my legs, complimenting me on how nice they are. When he was done, I told him to lie down so I could do his legs. I spread the lotion from his feet to his upper thighs, getting my hands way up under the legs of his baggy trunks. I told him to roll over, and I don't think he even thought about it, as he flipped over, displaying a very nice tent in his swimsuit. I didn't make a big thing about it, and went right to work putting lotion on his nice chest. His eyes were closed as I massaged his pecs, so I could inspect the tent some more. He was so cute, I couldn't resist. I looked around quickly to make sure no one was looking and leaned over. My lips touched his in a very sensuous kiss. We both groaned from the intensity we shared. His eyes popped open and we grinned at each other. I suggested, "Want to come over to my place for a few minutes while I dress for the patio?" Ben looked at me and moaned, "Sure." I was smoking hot and wanted to get to my place as fast as possible. I pulled Ben up by his hand and we walked toward my trailer, with me walking fairly fast. He wasn't thinking what I was thinking or he would have been running. It didn't make any difference, as I had him inside in just a couple of minutes. I locked the door and pushed him toward the back where the bedroom was. As soon as we were in the bedroom, I turned him around and pulled his head down to me for another of those great kisses. As his mouth met mine, I was pushing him back so he collapsed on the bed with me on top. We kept kissing while I was all over him, touching, squeezing, and caressing his face and head. I didn't want to wait and I wasn't thinking with anything but my pussy. With no effort at all, I pulled Ben's baggy swimsuit down, and with almost as much ease, my bottoms joined his on the floor. With our lips still glued together, I slid down him onto his very nice shaft. We both groaned into each other's mouth. We began pounding each other, rutting in our lust. This was pure fucking, oh so good, pure, fucking. We raced toward our mutual pleasure until Ben was groaning loud and swelling inside me. I was just as loud, squeezing him in my spasms. In the midst of my orgasm, and his spewing of his seed into me, Ben flipped me over and kept right on pounding me. This just heightened both of our pleasures and we kept it up until we both released again. Ben collapsed on top of me, sort of holding his upper body up on his elbows. He kept giving me soft kisses as we caught our breath. "Damn, Gerry, that was hot. This was the hottest I've ever had." I smiled up at Ben and said, "It was great, wasn't it? You really did a number on me. Hope I can walk later." He was still plugged in, but was losing some of his rigidity. He said, "We better get up, you're going to leak all over the place. You'll end up having to wash the spread if we don't." Ben rolled us over until I was on top and we kissed once more before he lifted me up and set me on my feet. The juices gushed from between my legs. I laughed and ran for the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, it felt like a fire hose had gone off inside of me. What seemed like gallons was leaking out of me. Ben was at the door and said, "I'm sorry I didn't ask, so I hope its okay we didn't use any protection." I frowned, but said, "I won't get pregnant, I take the pill, but we should have waited until I got the results of my tests back." "What kind of tests?" Ben asked. "I had a fling with a guy that turned out to be a slime ball. As soon as I found out he was so bad, I went to the county health clinic to get checked out. I think the only result that was still out was the HIV thing, and I doubt the guy was exposed to that." Ben asked, "When will you get that test back?" I thought for a second and said, "It should be in my mailbox now. We'll check on the way to the patio. Come on, let's take a shower real quick so we don't smell like fresh lovin'," Ben laughed, "We won't hide anything, my moms will know. They always know." "Did you say moms, as in plural?" "Yep, I have four, but around that place, it's more like eight or nine. All the women are our moms and all the men are our dads, but we all have our own family which for me is my real mom, Kathy, and three other moms. You know, Sue, Mercy, and Juanita. What three better other moms can you have?" I just shook my head as his youth had that thing between his legs standing up again. "Are you going to need help to get that thing down?" "I'll be okay, but if you wanted to go another round, I'd be willing," Ben grinned. "Let me," I said, as I slid to my knees and tasted his freshly washed protrusion. I don't think this kid ever had a good mouth on him as he was filling my mouth in just over a minute. He pulled me up and kissed me, even though my mouth was still full of his stuff. "You are so sexy, Gerry. Wait until my brothers meet you. J.J. will want to drag you off." "Ah, perhaps I don't want another of your brothers." "Wait until you meet the other two, then say that. We three share, perhaps too much, but we share." I shivered, thinking of three good looking guys like Ben wanting me at the same time. I could like that. Ben put his trunks back on and I put my shorts and T-shirt back on along with some sandals. We stopped on the way to the patio to check my mailbox and there it was, the letter from the county, along with some flyers. I ripped the envelope open and looked at the paper. All of the tests for all the terrible things you can get fooling around were listed, and on the right of all of them was the abbreviation, "NEG." I smiled and showed it to Ben and asked, "How long has it been since you were tested." Ben laughed, "The only sex I've had has been with a couple of other virgins that have not had the opportunity to catch anything. Our biggest fear is them getting pregnant. We've counted days correctly so far, and we've used some rubbers. I think both of the girls are going to get some birth control soon. We all hope so." I folded the letter up, stuffed it in my back pocket, and pitched the flyers before we continued toward the patio. Golf carts were buzzing down the street, parking in a line across the front of the patio and the adjoining yard. Ben said, "For a Tuesday, it's pretty busy tonight. Come on, I'll get you a beer." We went into the busy patio where Ben pulled a couple of frosty steins from the top of the beer cooler. He was pretty good at drawing a mug, as he handed me one with just a little head that was rounded over the top. I took a sip and yum, it was ice cold. I took a bigger swig just as the very tall lady called "Mom" or Kathy, stood in front of me. With a silly looking grin on her face, she asked, "So what have you been doing with my son? He seems to be in good spirits. Did you help him with some stress?" She actually began laughing. She was laughing so hard that she began choking. Ben came up and was slapping her on the back, trying to help her catch her breath. Ben said, "See, I told you the moms would know. She can't help herself; she always has to push my buttons." Kathy took my beer and drank some, then handed it back to me and said softly so only I could hear, "Sorry, I couldn't resist. You two looked so happy and well-fucked that I just had to say something. I hope it was as good for you as it looks like it was for him." I smiled at Kathy and whispered, "It was wonderful." Kathy stood up and said, "DeDe said you were doing a good job down at the Mons. They said they were proud you were abiding by the rules while still making some money." I looked at her really strange, then she said, "There's nothing wrong with dancing. You're not selling it on the side or giving bj's in the corner. You're performing and getting paid for it. Be proud you have the body to do it with. With a cute butt on you like you have, I'll bet the guys are lined up for lap dances." A lady named Ruth had come over and was standing with us. She said, "I love to take Tiny down there and get him a couple of lap dances. I bring him home and he's so hot that he's ready to explode. Of course, we've invited Candy over a couple of times to enjoy her together." Kathy said, "Don't mind her, she's just a slut and lush at heart. Come on, you have to meet all the ladies here." I met two little redheads, and a bunch of others that were considered moms. Kathy was trying to explain things, when Sue, Steve's very buxom wife, took me by the hand and said, "Let me show you something. Come with me. Kathy, you can show her too." The two ladies, one short and built with huge breasts and the other very tall and slim, also with a big chest, escorted me into the big manufactured home. They took me through the living room, down a hallway, into a huge bedroom with a bed bigger than anything I've ever seen. Kathy was behind me, with her body against my back and Sue was in front of me. Sue moved into me by smashing her huge breasts right into mine. She leaned toward me and whispered, "Hmmm, you smell good. You still have cum running out of your pussy. Oh my, I want to taste that." I would have been radically alarmed if something about the two ladies had not just set me off like a torch. Instead of panicking, I was turning into a ball of lust. Kathy was holding me gently at my waist and ran her hands up my sides to cup my braless breasts. I gushed and moaned. Sue's lips touched mine in the most sensuous kiss I've ever had. While she was kissing me, her hands were busy at the button and zipper of my shorts. In seconds, they and my damp panties were at my feet with Kathy's hands now under my T-shirt, playing with my nipples. Sue and Kathy worked as a team and had me naked on the bed, spread-eagled with Kathy, also nude, kissing me while a mouth was working on my drooling pussy. Kathy said, "Sue will suck all of my son's stuff right out of you, you lucky bitch. I'd love to have that good looking son of mine load me up with his stuff. I'm kinky, but not that kinky." The thought of Ben fucking his mom while Sue sucked on my clit had me coming hard. I moaned to Sue, "Watch it, don't make me too hot, I'm gonna,,,." It was too late, I squirted, actually gushed a huge stream out onto Sue's face. She kept right on sucking while I went nuts. She leaned up and said, "Kathy, you gotta taste this sweet pussy." All I could do was groan as Sue came up to kiss me and Kathy's mouth took over. I think my spring must have been full, as I was continuously gushing. I could hear Kathy groaning too. She moaned, "Someone please suck my pussy, please." There was a movement on the bed and a third person was joining us. This third person was moving Kathy around and buried her head in Kathy's pussy. Kathy groaned loudly and said, "Oh, Mercy you are so wonderful. Thank you, thank you, now taste this luscious pussy Ben brought home." Another, a different mouth, latched onto my pussy and brought me off again and again, as I continued to spew juices. Sue knelt up and stuffed a huge nipple into my mouth. The thing was so big that I thought I was going to choke. We finally began to calm down. I rose up on my elbows, still spread-eagled, with cute little Mercy grinning at me from between my legs. "Wow, you three are something. Do you do this to many of the boys' girlfriends?" Kathy smiled at me and said, "You're the first, but something about you said you had done a good job with my Ben, and I wanted to enjoy you too. Sue is a cum freak like one of the other moms out there. She smelled it in you or on you, and as you just witnessed, she brought you right in and sucked it all out. I'm a little jealous, but it's probably for the better." Sue said, "Come on, let's get cleaned up and change the bed. Too bad we don't have more time. I'd love for Steve to come in and sample some of this prime pussy." Oh my, that gave me a shiver. The lady wanted to share her husband, or was that the ladies were going to share "their" husband. Perhaps it was me they were going to share. This place could be dangerous. Sue, Kathy, and I showered quickly. I didn't get my hair wet, but Sue and Kathy had been sprayed thoroughly. When we walked back out to the patio, several of the ladies looked at me appraisingly, or was that lustfully? Ben saw me and handed me a fresh beer. He asked, "Where'd you go?" "Your moms were showing me the house." He smiled and herded me toward the bar where he introduced me to a big guy named Tiny, a couple of older guys named Abe and Martin, then began moving around the room introducing me to just about everyone. When he came to a young version of his mother, Ben said, "This is my sister, Barb, and her good friend, Debbie." Then Ben whispered into my ear, "I told you about the two of them." I almost choked on my beer thinking of what he may have meant. The two girls smiled and said hi, then gave Ben a hug and went off to visit with some other kids their age. Looking at Ben, I asked, "You did your sister?" That was a little shocking. He blushed and whispered back, "We did each other. Debbie wanted in on it, so we all did it together." He paused for a second, then said, "I wasn't her first. I think Steve did her first. She won't say, but I'd bet on it." "Does your mom know this?" Now I was really concerned. "She was probably there. Barb isn't very bashful about things. She had been telling mom she was going to have Steve." Now I was curious, "When was this?" "Last summer, when we were on vacation, sailing to Alaska and to Hawaii." "Really," I gasped, "you sailed up to Alaska and to Hawaii?" Ben smiled, "We sailed through the Panama Canal, up the west coast to pick up a couple of friends of dad's, and then sailed up to Alaska and on to Hawaii. I'll get some of the pictures and we can look at them on the big video screen." "Wow, how big of a crew did the boat have?" Ben laughed, "The family is the crew. Dad and all the moms are licensed captains, and we all know how to sail. Dad is a really good sailor. When we have a chance, I'll take you over to see our boats. You'll love them. I can take out the little sailboat we have now, and I can take one of the thirty-five foot motor launches, but I'm not licensed to take out the big sailboats." I was flabbergasted, "You have several big boats?" "Yeah, Dad has a charter service for sailboat excursions and a big fishing charter service. People come from all over the world to sail on our boats." I drained my beer mug, "I have to see those boats. Wow, that must be really something." Someone yelled, "Sit everybody, supper's ready." I asked, "Supper?" "Yeah, everyone here eats together every night. Most eat breakfast here too, and those that work in the park come here for lunch." "Who cooks for all these people?" I asked, really confused. Ben casually replied, "Everyone, Glenda or Ruth are usually in charge of a lot of things, but everyone cooks. It's a community thing." Still confused, I asked, "Who all eats here and goes in on the food?" "Anyone who wants to, but Dad doesn't let anyone pay anymore. He picks up the tab for all the food now. He says all these people have made him lucky enough to have so much, so he pops for the food." "The beer too?" I was wondering about that. "Yep, the beer and all the booze you can drink too. Listen, you have to figure out how to come on a Friday evening. We have a big party here on Friday. If there's an announcement, we have a big tent and literally hundreds of people and their kids." "Ben, that has to be wild. They do that every Friday?" "Most every Friday, Gerry. If you think that's wild, you should see when Momma Sue has a party for the clothing companies. She has probably three thousand or so employees and they all gather over in the big park. They have bands, multiple areas cooking, plus games and booths for the families. It is really like a state fair, except without the carnival rides. I'll bet if Sue would think of it, she would have rides. I'll have to tell her." Ben was pushing me toward some empty chairs at one of the big tables. There wasn't any special place to sit and we ended up sitting across from Barb and Debbie. Tonight was a pork roast with mashed potatoes, green beans, and lots of gravy. The rolls were delicious dunked in the gravy. I hadn't eaten this good since grandma got sick. The meal was great and it was nice that Barb found me a tall glass of milk. I had enough beer, so that was great. Ben and I told the girls all the stuff that we had accomplished today. Barb said, "My car isn't running very good. I'm afraid to tell Dad because I think I hurt it when I went through the creek last weekend. Do you think I could get it looked at by Sandy or Mandy?" Ben said, "Tell Dad. He won't be mad. He's had all of us do crazy stuff with our cars. You wanted a Jeep and that's what you got. It should be able to go through water." Barb and Debbie laughed, Barb said, "Not four feet deep. I didn't think the creek was deep until we got into it. Thank goodness the Jeep didn't die. We had to go ten miles around to get back out so we wouldn't go through the creek again." Debbie said, "Yeah, we were both soaked to the bone. It was really funny because we sneaked back into the house to change clothes so no one would find out we dunked the Jeep. Juanita caught us though, but didn't rat us out. She washed our stuff for us. Debbie and I did a bunch of stuff for her to thank her." Ben turned to me and said, "There's never a dull moment around here. There's always something going on and happening. Everyone goes to bed fairly early, but they're up at six ready to go again. You should see this place in the morning. With all the little kids getting ready for school; it is a riot." I said, "I was here once for breakfast already. It was busy, and yes, there were a lot of kids having breakfast before the school buses came." Barb said, "The moms have begun home schooling some of the kids. The ones who are really far ahead of their grade level are being kept home and taught here so they don't get bored. They'll probably begin home schooling all the kids if they can get enough extra help to get it done." I helped clear the tables with Barb and Debbie. Actually, everyone helped clearing and washing the tables, while some people were cleaning up the kitchen. Everyone was back out on the patio getting out games and things in a very short period of time. Ben said, "I don't mean to be a stick in the mud, but I have to study for tomorrow." "I'm sorry, Ben. I've kept you from studying all day. That wasn't very nice." Ben said blushing, "I wouldn't have missed today for anything in the world. I really had a good time being with you." He winked at me and said, "I hope I can have a repeat." "Anytime, Ben. I know I'm not home early very often, but perhaps we'll find a way to get together. I forgot to get a cell phone today, but I'll get one tomorrow. We can message each other to figure out when we can get together." Ben gave me a sweet hug and I was going to kiss him, but he was gone before I could get at him. Oh well, I guess he would be embarrassed if all the people saw him get kissed. Barb came up to me and said, "Did Ben tell you about his brothers?" "A little. Mostly he said that I would like them. He said the same about you." Barb said, "You'll get a chance to meet them soon. J.J. will be home again in a couple of weeks. He's really good looking. You'll go nuts when you meet him." "Why would I go nuts?" I was curious. Barb leaned up close to me and said, "If you think Ben's hung, wait till you see J.J. He's almost as big as Steve." My mouth must have been wide open as Barb chuckled, "Shut your mouth. What's the matter? Don't you think I should enjoy my brothers' big cocks? Let me tell you, when I turned thirteen, I thought I was going nuts until I found my fingers. It didn't take too long after that to figure out what that thing between my legs was for. I've been very active since then. I'm careful and always use protection, but let me tell you, I love sex in any form. I think I take after my mom, but then my dad and her were always doing it. Now Steve and her are always doing it. Of course, Steve is doing all of his ladies all the time, plus whoever his ladies drag into bed. I got him on vacation. Have you met Dad's buddy, Chuck, yet? This guy only has one leg, but he has the biggest fattest dick you've ever seen. He stretches you in ways you can't believe." "Barb, do you really do all this stuff? You better be careful. Someone can hurt you. Don't let people know you like all of that, or the wrong kind of people can hurt you." "I know, I know, Gerry. I'm just mouthing off to you because you got Ben between the sheets. I guess I'm a little jealous." I said soothingly, "I'm sorry to hurt you, Barb. We just clicked, that's all. Ben's younger than I am, but not by much. I hadn't been with anyone for a while and I really got excited." Barb said softly, as people were now near, "I know what you mean. When I get too excited, I'm not careful at all. I'm learning though." "I'm going to walk back home, Barb. I'll see you guys again soon." As I was leaving, Mercy came up and said, "You know you're welcome to come anytime. Even if Ben doesn't invite you, come when you can. We always have a good supper. If you're around in the evenings, come have a drink with us. Who knows, perhaps someone will attack you when you least expect it." We both laughed over that. I walked back to my trailer, thinking that tomorrow I would go get a cell phone in the morning, and maybe go into work in the afternoon anyway. Having had some good loving with Ben, my itch was cured for a while. Perhaps we could be buddies and take care of each other. Having a clean fuck buddy would be a good thing. Those moms were something else. I don't know how they did it, but they had me flaming hot in seconds, even though I'm really not into women. It was probably the mood I was in and they picked up on it. Very interesting. I spent the rest of the evening sending my friends e-mails and catching them up on my life. Most were still in school, but some had graduated and were now in the work force or still trying to enter. I guess I was lucky. I was making some big bucks. The TV didn't interest me, and I sat there thinking of what I really wanted to do with my life. My geology degree would make me a candidate for a lot of oil companies as I had spent an inordinate amount of time studying formations that have indicated oil in the past. It's too bad it's so expensive to drill to see if what you think is true. I guess that is what exploration is all about. My metallurgy degree, when I get it, all has to do with specialty alloy metals and composites. There is a lot of interest in blended products, using special metals, especially to make vehicles stronger and lighter. What manufacturers really want is to find some form of material that would hold its shape, without the spring back effect, and would also be light. If they could reduce the cost of materials, that would be major. Oh well, I have two important courses yet to go. Hopefully USF will transfer my hours from A&M. In bed, I thought of my busy and exciting day. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. Primary editing by Pepere Proofing by Sagacious ------- Chapter 5 I surprised myself by waking up at an early hour. It was only a little after seven. After a quick shower, I walked down to the huge patio to see if the place was as full as the first time I had been there. It was as full, if not more so. As soon as I approached the door nearest the street, it burst open, pushed by Ben excitedly saying, "Good morning, Gerry, glad you came for breakfast. Come in and have some coffee and something to eat. I have to leave right away, but my mom and the other mothers were just talking about you." After a nice hug, he pulled me across the room to the bar where he drew me a cup of coffee from a big pot. Sue was there and gave me a big hug, saying, "Nice to see you this morning, Gerry. We were just talking about you." Sue sat me down at a small table with her husband Steve and a guy name Charlie, along with one of the short redheads and Juanita. Steve introduced me to Charlie and Shawna and asked, "Ben said you have almost completed a degree in metallurgy, specializing in alloys and composites." I smiled and said, "I still have eight hours to go that are important. Both classes are graduate courses, but really make up some of the most interesting information about the new alloy composite field." Steve asked, "Would you like some help in getting in the university? Sue's dad is a major supporter of the USF and I'll bet a request from him would go a long way. Are you going to need financial assistance to go back to school?" I was looking at Steve, trying to think of which question was the most important, when Charlie said, "Jesus, Steve, why don't you ask a bunch of questions at one time? At least let the girl have a sip of her coffee." I smiled at Charlie, but turned back to Steve, "Yes I would love help to ensure my credits transfer and be able to get in the school and no, if I continue to earn as much as I have been, I should be fine for this last semester. If I go to grad school or think I need to, that could stretch my finances, but if I watch my money, I'll be fine." The big tall guy, Tiny, that I had met before, was standing next to Steve and said, "You should get with Steve's father in law. If you need help making your money stretch and grow, the man is a wizard. He's handling a lot of the company's investments and is doing a hell of a job." Juanita, who was sitting beside me, patted my hand and said, "See, you've met a bunch of people who will make your life happier. I'll be back. I have to get some of the kids on the school bus and some up to the rec center for home school." Ben leaned down and said, "I have to get going to make my class. If you're around this afternoon, maybe we can do something together." I smiled, "I'd like that. I don't have a lot to do today and even thought about going in to work this afternoon. I want to make as much as I can before the next semester starts." Ben said, "If your car is home, I'll knock, or you can come down here." Ben and Juanita took off and Steve was pushing his chair back. He said, "You should meet Dennis over at the R&D center, and you definitely need to meet Jeff who is working with our version of an alloy fiberglass composite. He could use some help with alloy metals that are stronger than regular steel, but weigh less." "That would be neat, I'd like that," I answered, actually enthusiastic about seeing practical applications within my educational interest. "Go over to the R&D center and speak with Dennis. He'll take you to our main shop, and I'll tell Jeff you might stop by. Just a second," Steve said, and hollered and waved at a guy getting ready to leave the patio. "Hey Dennis, come here a minute." A young guy came over to us, and Steve said, "Dennis, this is Gerry, a new resident out here. She's still in school, but one of her majors is in metallurgy, specializing in metal alloy composites. I told her to go visit you so you could show her our applications. After you show her the R&D center, take her to the shop and show her Jeff's operation. He's out of town setting up a new plant in Italy right now, but you know enough about the operation to show her around." Steve turned back to me and said, "You know you don't have to dress up to see our plants. What you have on is fine. How about going over to R&D then to the main shop right now?" "I really would rather have some pants and a decent top on. Let me put on some jeans and a better top, along with something other than sandals. I can do that in five minutes. Would that be alright, Dennis?" Dennis shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure, let me give you ride to your house and wait for you to change. I need to get in this morning to check on some engines in the environmental chambers." After having only a half a cup of coffee and no breakfast, Dennis gave me a ride to my trailer in a cool looking golf cart. He said he would wait outside, so I went in and was dressed in jeans, a nice shirt type blouse, and tennis shoes. Back outside with only my keys, we drove through the park to the R&D building. Dennis told a security guard that I was with him and led me through an office area into a group of labs with windows and doors leading into various rooms marked for their activities. There were two young guys pulling some kind of motor from a room marked "Sand." They were blowing excess sand from the engine before bringing it into the lab. In another of the rooms, I saw an older guy drying off an engine. That room was marked "Ocean air." Dennis checked with the people working with the engines making sure they knew how to teardown the engines and how to lay the parts out for inspection. He turned to me and said, "This is a new engine we're making for an airplane Steve wants to build. We have already built a larger model, but it was too powerful for the type of aircraft we're building. This one should be the perfect size and we're putting it through every test we know of in order to get it certified for aircraft use. Look over here in this room. That is the same engine that has been running through tests now for right at six weeks. It shuts off every five hours for ten minutes, restarts, and then is put under load for another five hours. We service it every 100 hours of operation just like a regular aircraft engine. We want to get five thousand hours on it, but as soon as it hits two thousand, it will have passed its certification hours. That's about another six weeks." Dennis said, "These folks are all set, let's go down to the main shop. You'll love the place, it's always interesting there." When we drove up to the front of the building with a big S&S sign on top, Dennis said, "Over there, across the street, are two of the clothing plants. The rest of the plants are out at the business park and the new park by the naturist resort." I asked, "Are there really three thousand people who work over there and in the other plants?" Dennis smiled, "Probably more, I really don't know the exact quantity of employees they have, but it's enough for three shifts in most of the sewing areas. Come on in and I'll give you a tour." We walked through an impressive showroom with a racecar and motorcycle hanging from the ceiling. There were a couple of big machines that looked impressive, along with a golf cart. Dennis led me to an area that was obviously for manufacturing. Men were doing some welding in one area, while other men were stamping large pieces of sheet metal in another area. We walked into a room with six separate work areas, each with two people in white lab coats working on car engines. The place didn't look like a car shop, as it was bright white with no oil on the floor. All of the work areas were spotless, neat, and organized. Dennis said expansively, "This is where they build racing motors. S&S supplies several NASCAR teams with specially built motors. We're known for our quality and performance." The short redheaded lady that had been sitting with me on the patio this morning was directing people to do things. She must be some kind of boss. Dennis took me back through the manufacturing area and through an area where old machines were being torn down. There were several work areas with machines in various stages of being rebuilt. They even had a couple of forklifts torn down. We walked across a large lot to another very tall building. Through an open area, I could see some large machines being worked on, then farther on, we stepped into a busy shop with people pressing fiberglass mats into forms. Dennis said, "This is our fiberglass shop. It is also our composite forming shop. I don't see any of the forms set up for composites, but let's go into the warehouse area where some of the finished product is." In the last half of the huge building was what looked like airplane fuselages and wings, scattered around on stands. Dennis said, "These are parts for the new aircraft S&S LSA is building. Ah, LSA means light sport aircraft. That's a special classification of aircraft that is small, lightweight, and becoming very popular. When you get a chance, you should go out to the airpark where they are putting together three types of these LSAs. The person heading up this project is a guy named Wes. He was at breakfast this morning, but you just haven't been introduced to him yet. He was the guy sitting with DeDe and Star. They have been experimenting with various blends of materials for the strongest composite bodies. Steve isn't satisfied yet and wants the absolute best. But then, he's that way. Everything has to be the absolute best or he isn't satisfied." "DeDe and Star introduced Wes to me the first morning I was here," I said happily, then thought of Steve Sharp's motto of perfection and commented, "I'll bet it's hard to work for someone like that." Dennis laughed, "You would think so, but it really isn't. The whole company thinks that way. We do it perfect just like that sign over the door, 'Is It Perfect?'" I nodded in agreement, but wondered whether I could produce something perfect every time. It would be a good goal. "Gerry, I really should get back to the R&D center. We need to have the analysis of those engines complete today. Let me run you home, okay?" Dennis drove me to my trailer and took off for the business park. I picked up my purse and headed to my car. I was just about to get in when I thought, 'Why not go to work and earn some money after your errands.' Back inside the trailer, I showered, did my hair, and put together the outfit I would wear at work. I put on a skirt and blouse with some flats to do my errands, and took off to go to the Best Buy for a cell phone. I ended up with a middle of the road phone that had a keyboard for text and pretty good deal on a new kind of unlimited plan. Before I left the store, I had a working phone with a home and car charger. Now I was no longer out of contact. The first thing I did when I got back to my car is to text Ben. I wrote that he now had my new telephone number and that I was going to work and would probably get off around nine or so. When I showed up at the Mons before noon, Cindy greeted me saying, "Glad you came in early, Tess, a couple of girls are out sick today. If you want, get ready and you can take the next set on stage." After locking up my purse, I picked my music and waited for the current dancer's last number to finish. As soon as she had gathered her tips and was off the stage, I strutted on just as my music began. The guys around the stage were hooting and hollering, so I knew I was going to have fun today. The day went very well with only one glitch. A customer was being ridiculous, trying to get me to go home with him. He went from asking, to begging, to becoming demanding about my leaving with him. I tried to be nice, but when he grabbed me by the arm and was dragging me toward the door, I began yelling for help. Our huge bouncer, George, grabbed the guy by the neck and picked him up. The guy let me go, causing me to fall to the floor. Customers were trying to help me when the guy began fighting with the bouncer. That was a bad choice, as within seconds, the bouncer had the guy on the floor and was using huge tie wraps to tie the guy's hands and legs together. George picked the guy up and carried him outside, saying he would wait with him for the cops. Gladys said, "George is really good. He'll give the guy to the cops out there so they don't have a reason to come in. The man is a first class bouncer." The rest of the night was normal, with a steady stream of guys wanting to be teased with a lap dance. As is usual, a lot of girls like to work the evening or night shift. They sleep all day then come in to start at seven, eight, or nine. They work all night then leave at four or five in the morning to go to an all night private club and party for a while. I like regular days and nights, so when it got crowded around seven, I asked if I could split and could gracefully exit and come in tomorrow around noon. I went to my trailer, showered, then walked down to the patio area to see if Ben might be there. He was sitting at the bar chatting with some guys that included Dennis. I walked up to Ben and touched him on the arm and smiled when he looked at me. He smiled back, so I knew he appreciated that I wasn't being overly familiar. After putting my purse down, I went to the beer fridge and pulled a frosted mug out and poured a beer. When I set mine down, I noticed Ben's beer was almost empty, so I poured him some more. This became an epidemic that had me pulling beers for the all the guys there. One of the guys said, "I think I've seen you before. I'm Phil and I was out with my guys the other night, and I think I might have seen you in a different setting." The guy was being nice and not saying where he saw me so I spoke up. "You must have been at the Mons Venus. I've been dancing there for a while. Hope you thought I was worth coming back to see. I try to be good at teasing, but I also try to be discreet." Phil said, "You know what, you were very discreet and you did tease the guys very well. A couple of the guys had you give them lap dances. You did good teasing them, but wouldn't allow them to touch you improperly. I thought that was pretty good." "Thank you, Sir. I started dancing at the Mons because I was totally broke and needed to eat. They hired me and it gave me the opportunity to meet a lot of nice people. They don't want the girls to do anything except tease the guys that come in, but some girls go beyond teasing. For me it's perfect, I get to earn some good money and I don't have to do anything I would be ashamed of." Ben spoke up, "Isn't she special? She doesn't pull any punches and says what she means. Can you believe this girl is almost finished with a degree in metallurgy? She's some kind of special student in composite metals." The important guy, Steve, was with the group now, and said, "I heard you had a good tour of the shops from Dennis. I think you need to finish your degree then come to work with us. We're involved in several projects that mix metallurgy and composite fiberglass. Perhaps you can expand your knowledge while in school to include fiberglass. I think this is going to be the future in a lot of manufacturing. I want to be on the leading edge." Ben said to me, "Listen to Dad, Gerry. He seems to always know what's next in industry. If he says to learn fiberglass, learn it." I smiled and said, "Looks like I'll be busy in school for a while. I'll ask my professors what courses would be good to gain knowledge in that kind of product. If I have to take more classes, I'll quit dancing altogether. I've been able to save up enough to get through at least a year and probably more. Steve said, "Dennis, get Gerry involved with your composite project and hire her part time. If she's an employee, she's eligible for our tuition assistance and could even be eligible for a stipend for living expenses. A person contributing to the company is always taken care of." Steve reached over and touched my hand, "Please know we are interested in everyone that is trying to learn and contribute to society, especially our society and our company." Steve seemed sincere and wasn't coming on to me like some guy bargaining for a dance. Perhaps I'm becoming a little callous. These are good people and Ben is a sweetheart. Soon the patio was packed with people who lived around the park. Star came in and joined me in talking to the men. She said, "You're lucky you're young enough to enjoy the boys. Ben will give you some balance in life while you dance. Did I hear you correctly say that you might have to give up dancing for a heavier school class load?" "They were saying I needed to learn about fiberglass while finishing my metallurgy degree. I'll have to find out if there is any correlation within the composite fields, since that's what I'm studying. I've saved up everything I've made so far, except for rent to you and DeDe and some groceries. If I watch what I spend, I should be fine for over a year." Star said, "Just tell them down at the club that you're going to school. They'll work out a schedule for you. They get a kick out of helping girls get through school while dancing. DeDe and I both used our dancing money to get where we are today. DeDe took flying lessons, while I went to school. I've since learned to fly everything we have out at the air charter service, but I went to school for business management first. In addition to the air charter work, I work on special tools and their marketing with the company." "Sounds good, Star. I'll talk to them at the club tomorrow. School starts next week, so I'll be busy after that." Ben said, "Come on, let's get a seat at the table. Supper's ready." "I can't freeload here, Ben. Don't I need to pay someone?" Ben grinned, "Not a problem. You've already been told we always have room for one more for meals. The only requirement is to show up. If you want to help cook or clean up, help is appreciated. My Dad, Steve, Sue, Mercy, Juanita, and my Mom, Kathy, love to have everyone for breakfast, lunch, and supper. It's like we're all a huge family." Some of the younger kids were sitting at the table where Ben found us chairs. As soon as we sat, a girl began talking to the boy next to her in Spanish. Ben said, "Okay, Mia, you can speak English to Stevie and CJ. This is Gerry, a new person here in the park, and a special friend of mine." Ben turned to me and said, "The kids start speaking Spanish when they think they can say things about someone who won't understand. They used to get into trouble at school for doing it all the time." I said to the little girl, "Usted debe encontrar otro idioma. Español es común donde vengo de." I had told her, 'You need to find another language. Spanish is common where I come from.' The little girl and two boys all turned pink in the face and looked down at their food. The little girl said, "You have a different accent than most Spanish people from here." A lady on the other side of Ben said, "Ah, someone who speaks with a Mexican flavor. The kids learned from a Cuban lady. We also have many Puerto Ricans in the area too. It's good the kids can't get over on you." When we were finished eating, the kids began taking plates to the kitchen. I thought it would be good to help and took Ben's and my plates inside. Soon the kitchen around the sinks and dishwashers was crowded with people cleaning up. I really couldn't fit, so I went back to sit with Ben. He suggested that we go for a drive. A little boy and a younger girl came up to Ben and said, "Can we go with you? While we're out, you could take us to that new guitar store to see what they have." Ben rolled his eyes and said, "Bonita is the musician in the family. Greg is learning too. They have all the instruments two kids could want, but always like to look at more." I said, "That would be neat. I don't play any instruments, but I like to look. Let's take them." Ben went to tell someone he was taking Bonita and Greg with us for a drive. When he came back the little girl, Mia, was with him and wanted to come too. We did go for a drive, but fairly straight to the new guitar store and spent over an hour and a half looking at various instruments. Little Bonita entertained us playing various guitars. The store people thought it was really cool that the little girl played so well. The store had other types of instruments including keyboards. Bonita surprised me by playing a very sophisticated classical piece on one of the keyboards. Ben explained, "Last summer, we took a vacation that included a guy that began teaching the kids how to play the guitar. He also began teaching some of them piano. Well, Bonita became the child prodigy and has been progressing at a phenomenal pace. She takes lessons a couple times a week and practices constantly. You'll meet the guy that taught her as he comes out all the time. You'll like him, he's a great guy." When we got back to the park, Kathy scolded Ben for keeping the kids out so late. He protested that it was really difficult to get the kids out of the guitar store. The little ones were whisked off to be put to bed. I took Ben by the hand and led him outside. I asked with a smile, "Would you like to come to my place and visit for a while?" Ben said, "I'd love to, but only for a short while. I have to study some before bed. You'll be just as busy as soon as your classes start." We did go to my place and we visited intimately for a while. Hopefully, Ben can keep his eyes open long enough to study. I didn't mean to wear him out, but he does have a magnetic personality. It was already seven when I woke in the morning, so I knew Ben was probably already on his way to school. I figured that I would just have some cereal for breakfast, and then do some laundry. Along about eleven, I was on my way to the club where the first thing I did was to corner my manager to talk about school. Cindy was still on as the manager, so I sat with her a while, telling her of my school plans. When I was done she said, "When you know your schedule, we'll go over it and make sure you have plenty of time for studying and enough time to stay rested. We'll let you work as many hours as you want, but Joe wants girls going to school to work at being a student. He says this is only a vehicle to pay for your schooling." I said, "It's been the way that I've been able to eat and pay rent and meet a whole lot of people. This place has been good to me. I guess when I finish school, I'll be like Star and DeDe and be considered one of the retired girls and only show up when you really need us." Cindy smiled, "That's sweet you would consider being a standby girl for us when we're short. I hope you can do it. Now go to work, earn some money, and remember the rules. We've had some undercover guys in lately. I think they're watching for narcotics and for the girls that may be making dates. Have fun and be good." Primary editing by Pepere Proofing by Sagacious ------- Chapter 6 A month later, I was getting ready for the new semester. I had a schedule for school and work, a schedule for some time to study, as well as some time to play. I now had enough cash saved up that I could go back to school for two years without working and still live well. It was a Monday evening that I had off, as usual, and this time I was determined to stay away from the club. I was hoping to see Ben as we had not seen each other for almost a week. It seemed like I was working or he was busy every time we looked for each other. I walked down to the patio to see if Ben was home. The place seemed busier than usual for a Monday, and as I entered, I saw Ben with Barb and a couple other young guys that looked like him. As he spied me, he yelled, "Gerry, come here, you have to meet my brothers." Ben grabbed me and held me around the waist as he said, "This is Carl, my middle brother, and this is JJ, the oldest. He's just passing through while he's on his way to a new base." Both boys were glad to meet me and both gave me hugs and a kiss on the cheek. Ben didn't seem jealous that the brothers gave me such intimate attention. The boys all had a beer, as did Barb. Kathy, Sue, Mercy, and Juanita were all hovering around, and all the little kids were crowding around, trying to soak up the ambience of the previously missing brothers. JJ was saying, "I sure hope I can get off next summer again for our sailing trip. How about you, Carl, do you think they'll let you out of the academy to go with Dad?" Carl said, "I doubt it. Once you're in the academy, it's pretty much four straight years and I've still got three left. You finished high school early and finished the academy last year. That's how we both had so much leave saved up to go on the trip." JJ said, "I don't want the family to go without me, as they need us boys to make up the difference in the crew size and when we need to defend the boat." Sue said, "That was unusual last year, JJ. I'm sure we won't run into problems like last year again. Who would believe we would have a run in with a Hawaiian gangster, then into two sets of pirates in the Caribbean." Carl said, "She's right. Everyone I've told the story to could hardly believe it, but the Coast Guard has it on record, so I had proof." JJ spoke to Ben, "Are you still planning on joining the Marines and trying for OCS when you finish school?" "I think so. I've been involved with Dennis in the R&D center a lot and that is some very interesting work. I wish the Marines had a place like that for a guy like me. I'm kind of a nerd and love all this research stuff." JJ said, "If you don't think you want to join up, don't worry. Not everyone is right for the military. I've dreamed of this ever since I was tiny, so it's what I wanted. I didn't think Carl would do it, but he's proven to be one hell of a cadet." I asked JJ, "If you just finished the academy, where are you headed to right now?" "I'm on my way to Camp Pendleton for a six week indoctrination into urban warfare. Several from my class were chosen for the duty. All of us are exceptional students and are being sent there so we can lead troops in that environment." The patio started getting crowded with everyone clustering around the two visiting brothers. After supper, when people had full bellies and were settled down, the three brothers and Barb were sitting with me and were talking low. JJ asked, "Is the hot tub still the place for some fun?" Barb answered, "It is if you have a group. Since you guys have been gone, there're more girls than guys. Dennis has a steady now and even lives in town with his girl. The other older guys are all off to school. Ben is busy all the time, or he's visiting Gerry, so it's been a little sterile around here." Carl was smiling, "I guess JJ and I need to fix that. What do you think about going up for a swim when it gets a little darker?" Barb said, "Let's do it now. We can swim for a while, and if no one else is up there, we can play too? Do you want me to get Debbie, she will be crazy mad if she finds out you guys are home and she doesn't know." JJ said, "Call her if she's not the tease she used to be." Carl smiled, "She's no tease. She just probably wasn't ready the last time you were with her." Barb said, "I should say not. The thing you have to be careful of is she's still not on the pill. Mom finally put me on the pill, so I'm ready. Let's go get our suits." I watched as the four took off into the house, with Barb telling Kathy and Mercy where they were headed. While the others were inside, Kathy came over to me and asked, "Are you going swimming with the kids?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Be careful up there and don't get too wild if there are others up there. You kids aren't going to do anything we adults don't do, so enjoy. Just be a little discreet." Kathy reached down and gave me a hug. I felt her shiver as she hugged me. That's being pretty open-minded. On the way to the pool, Ben stopped with me at my trailer so I could get into my swimsuit. He was watching while I changed, and as I dropped my panties, he was all over me. I didn't mind in the least, and we did the horizontal mambo hot and heavy until Ben was filling me to the brim. I went to potty real quick and washed off, and then we walked over to the pool. The place was empty except for Carl, JJ, Barb, and Debbie, who had now just arrived, clad in a very brief bikini. The four were splashing around in the pool. Ben and I dove into the water, and when I surfaced, Barb was face to face with me. I felt her reach down, pull the side of my bikini bottom aside, and slide her fingers into my sloppy pussy. She whispered to me, "I knew you were getting some. You'll have to wait now, as I'm planning on having JJ in about ten seconds, and if I know Debbie, she'll have Carl banging away on her in about the same time. I even brought rubbers for Debbie. I know she's as horny as I am." I told Ben, "I'm not comfortable with some of this, Ben. I like you and we've had some very nice intimacy, but I don't think I'm into a group scene, okay?" Ben said, "Not a problem, let's stay and be a lookout for them for a while and then we'll leave. I have some studying to do anyway." Ben and I played splash with the four for a few minutes, then JJ and Barb migrated toward the hot tub. The blower was turned on and you could hear the jets bubble the water. I could see the top of Barb's head as she rose up and down in the tub. I could only imagine what she was doing. Debbie was almost dragging Carl toward the hot tub, and was being very un-lady like, as she had hold of his crotch through his swim trunks. She soon had him on his back, on the side of the hot tub, while riding up and down on his sheathed pride. Ben had me on the side of the pool as we kept a lookout for the other two couples. While we cuddled and kissed, he maneuvered me until I had my back to him and he adjusted our clothing underwater until I was impaled on his renewed interest. I'm such a slut that I was coming almost instantly. Darn, I love this stuff. Ben didn't come, but he kept me constantly on the edge of coming, until Barb dove into the pool and came over to Ben and me. Barb reached down to our connection and said to me, "Give me some of this while you go visit with JJ. He'll love the idea of playing swap the bitch." Ben kissed me and told Barb, "Gerry doesn't want to do the orgy scene, Barb. You and Debbie have a good time with Carl and JJ. I'll walk Gerry home, and then go study. You guys should be okay now. Probably no one else will come up tonight." Ben walked me to my trailer while the others kept playing in the hot tub. Ben and I kissed some, and then he said, "Come for breakfast. Barb and I have school tomorrow, but if you're around, Carl and JJ would love to hang out with you. You could bring them up here and visit if you wanted. Gerry, we boys have always shared. If you were to play with JJ or Carl, I would be happy you were with either one or both of them. All of us kids are close." I pushed Ben far enough away so I could look him in the eye. "Are you saying what I think you're saying? You want me to entertain Carl and JJ up here the way I entertain you?" "Yeah, that's what I'm saying. I told you we share and I sure can't be jealous of my two brothers. I'm proud to have a girl I can share with them." "You really surprise me, Ben. I'm not used to someone like you who is so loving to me yet is willing to share me the way you're saying." Ben eased me down on the couch and in seconds we were nude, joined, and giving each other another sample of pure pleasure. Ben was moaning, "Oh Gerry, you are so sexy, it's just so hot to think of Carl or JJ filling you over and over again. Then I'll come home and add mine to the mix. Maybe we could do you like we've done Barb. We'll fill you up, and then eat it all out. Would you like that?" Ben was sliding down to demonstrate his love of gooey pussy. No sooner had he latched onto my clit than I began squirting fluids all over him. After three squirts, Ben was buried back in me, squirting even more fluids deep inside. "Wow, Ben, you are really turned on tonight." "I know, Gerry. It's thinking about all the swapping around going on in the tub and just the thought of us all doing each other. Damn, I wish we could just play all night." We kissed some more and finally sat up. Ben rinsed off in the shower as I had darn near drowned him with my juices. When he had his suit on again, he said, "I really need to get home. I still have a chapter to read in one of my texts. Thank you for being you, Gerry. I know we shouldn't proclaim stuff at our age, but I really do love you and hope we are together for the long haul." Instead of vocalizing things that I didn't know how I truly felt about yet, I kissed Ben deeply, and turned him toward the door. "Go, go do your homework. I'll get up early and come have breakfast with you." I hated to see him go as I was still turned on, but thought that we were probably on the verge of over-committing if we continued. It wouldn't be bad to be hooked up with Ben, but he is a little younger than me and we both may need some more maturity. I gave the relationship Ben and I had a lot of thought. I kept thinking that one of the reasons I was right here, right now, was I didn't want to play swap the bitch with someone else. This place, this trailer park, was strange. In a couple of days I've met a nice guy that has been a lot of fun. What's really strange are some of the women that are all related to him. They all seemed to get turned on at the thought of Ben and me fooling around. It's a good thing I'm not totally against playing around with girls, or that episode up at the patio would have really freaked me out. Those women don't act like they are so sexually charged, but something set them off after Ben and I had enjoyed each other that first time. No wonder Barb is so hot natured, considering the way her mom went off on me. I suppose, with a big family the way Barb and her brothers are, that it is not unusual for them to be intimate with each other. I'd bet a lot of sisters and brothers experiment with each other. But the four together? That is a little different. I'm not sure I like the idea that Ben is so willing to share me the way he says, but it is hot to think about the good looking JJ or Carl. Barb says JJ is really built, but then Ben is no slouch. Shoot, now I'm making myself horny thinking of those two boys that way. I suppose I'll just take it as it comes and see what happens. The person I have to be true to first is me. Ben is professing love already but then, he is younger than me and hasn't had my life experiences. I guess we'll see. Thank goodness we had an early start this evening. It was only about ten thirty so I watched some TV before bed. I was at the patio at six thirty, having my first cup of coffee. I was thinking in different directions. Should I go in to the club and make some money, or should I stay home and play with the brothers. Everyone was friendly this morning, and no one mentioned anything out of the ordinary after the incestuous orgy of the night before. Ben was up first and gave me a warm hug and a decent kiss this morning. As Barb came out, she looked at me, winked, and licked her lips. She came over and hugged me saying, "Good morning." JJ and Carl both appeared in shorts and T-shirts. Both came over to me and gave me a hug and kiss. Our group sort of stayed together as we ate breakfast. The boys were talking about a couple of things they wanted to do on their short stay. Barb and Ben both said they had to leave for school and got up to get ready to leave. Sue and Mercy were friendly this morning, with all four wives giving me a hug. The lady with the tall husband, Ruth, had on an almost totally see-through robe this morning. A couple of other ladies were showing off as well. It seems this must be common and not out of the ordinary. I noticed guys checking out the nudity, but no one really said anything. I was thinking that I might go home and do some letter writing on the internet before going into work, when JJ said. "Hey, Gerry, how about Carl and I check out your car for you this morning. You said you needed someone to check it out, didn't you?" It dawned on me what JJ was really saying, so I said quietly to JJ, "That probably isn't a good idea. Why don't we wait until Ben is home later? I have some things I have to get done this morning." JJ said, "Ah come on, let us look at it for you. It won't take but a minute." I looked up at him and said, "Please JJ, if Ben told you about me and how I came to be in Florida, you'd understand. I don't want that right now." Carl came over and said quietly, "Ben told us he told you it was okay if we got together with you." I said firmly, "It may be okay with Ben, but it's not okay with me. If you two want some early morning fun, you should have kept Barb home from school." That shut the two of them up and they frowned, but JJ said, "We'll see you later then. We do have some things to do with dad and the moms. You know we both have to be on a plane tomorrow." I said, "Darn guys, I hate to see you run off so soon. I hope I'm still around when you guys visit again." Before I left the patio, Carl said, "Knowing Ben, you'll be around. Talk him out of joining up and keep him home. We can do the Marine stuff for all three of us. He needs to help dad and make the company some money. Hang onto Ben and keep Barb sane, okay? We'll see you soon, I hope." When I left, I felt lonely but happy to have met them. I finished changing the sheets, and loaded up a bunch of clothes for the wash house. After doing laundry and cleaning up the bathroom and living room, I thought, "You know what, as content as I am; I think I should go to work and tease some guys and make some money." I called the Mons and spoke to Cindy. "Cindy, this is Tess, could you use me today?" "Damn right, Tess, three girls called in this morning. We're going to be short all afternoon. Come on, I can use some more girls." I dressed for work and was looking into the mirror. I was proud of my body and the way I looked. As I twisted and turned to see my reflection I thought, whew, my pussy still has that great just fucked feeling. Ben did a good job on me. I am one sick babe, a real slut, but a happy, well-fucked one. Work was fun. I think the guys at the stage could smell my well-fucked pussy. I should have used a mirror and checked out my pussy lips to make sure there wasn't a giant hole there. I had a great afternoon and continued to work right on after seven. About eight thirty, I took one more stage dance and was really working the crowd when all of sudden there was the three boys and Barb, along with Steve, Kathy, Sue, Mercy, and Juanita. Oh shit. They were hollering and waving singles at me so I continued through the dance. I signaled George to put some money in for one more song. I gave it my all and gave everyone crowded up at the bar a good show, teasing them as best I could. When the piece ended, I scooped up the cash and my clothes, and went to the back to dress and grab my purse. Out in the club, I found the group and asked, "What brought you guys here?" Steve said, "When we called the park to see if you were there, Star said you had gone to work, so we decided to watch you do your stuff. That was really hot." Sue hugged me and said, "Damn, that sure has the juices stirred up. I'll bet the boys could drag you off right now." Kathy was next to me and said, "The hell with the boys, I want to drag you off right now. You are one hot babe up on that stage." Guys from the club were trying to get me to give them a lap dance, but I said, "No, this is my family, we're going to leave for the night." When I said that, I got hugs from all the guys and women from my group and we went out the door. Sue said, "Who wants to ride with Gerry on the way home. Let's go have a goodbye drink with JJ and Carl, then you kids can do something if you want." At the park, we did have a drink and toasted the two boys, or men, that were getting ready to leave. As soon as we arrived, Martin told us that JJ's commanding officer had called and he needed to call him back. JJ called and found out the flight he was leaving on was going out at midnight tonight. Carl was alarmed, as that was the same flight he was supposed to be on, so he called his contact at the academy. Yep, he was supposed to be on it too. The two boys had their stuff ready, so they both put their uniforms on and came out to be ferried to the Air Force base. Everyone got kisses and hugs, then Steve and Kathy took off in the car with the boys to get them to the base on time. Mercy had me cornered and said, "I think the boys wanted to play again tonight like you all did last night. Too bad it'll have to wait. At least they left you Ben as a playmate." I looked at Mercy and asked, "You know, Ben and I didn't stay with the others. Ben needed to study and I didn't feel good about fooling around with everyone at once. Do you think Ben is getting too serious? I like him and all, but I'm not ready to settle down. I've got some living to do yet." Mercy said, "You're fine. Just stick around and maybe you'll have all three boys to yourself one of these days." That made me shiver and Mercy hugged me and said, "I can tell that interests you. I think the three of them all really enjoyed your company, although not as intimate as they might have wanted. Barb said you're the coolest adult or student adult she knows, and that is something coming from Barb." After a while, Ben said, "I have to get some studying in. I wanted to visit with you a while, but the books are calling. Maybe tomorrow, okay?" After a last drink with everyone, I went back to the trailer, and since I was wide awake, I took towels and my whites to the wash house. Once that was done, I was sleepy enough to have a snack and go to bed, dreaming of the unthinkable. That would be me with three men in my life. Life goes on. School started with USF accepting my A&M credits. I worked four nights a week and studied every spare minute. Ben was cool and came by to put out our mutual fires at least once a week. We were both busy. The surprise was a composite class that worked with fiberglass extensively. I was able to compare what I was learning with the elusive Jeff, when I could corner him, so I could be assured that I was learning what would be necessary to be useful. When the semester ended, USF allowed me to graduate with the current class. It seemed half the trailer park attended the ceremony, which really pleased me. This was as close to a family as you can get. That evening, while celebrating my undergraduate degree, Steve was toasting me. He said aloud so everyone could hear, "I congratulate Gerry for a job well done. She finished with a solid three point eight overall GPA and as near perfect grades this past semester as you can have. Now the big question, Gerry, will you come to work at the S&S Research and Development department? I think Jeff has a few projects for you." That's one hell of an offer from a group you think of as your family. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-02-06 Last Modified: 2013-03-10 / 12:40:01 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------