A word of warning to you, dear reader. This one goes into dark places and, while it may get graphic, hopefully does not get too offensive. The plot locations and characters are all products of my fevered imagination but the named public buildings and events in Spain are real and can be looked up on your computer. It ends in a world we are living in now and I sincerely hope that, by the time you read the last chapter, we are back to near normal.
A word of warning to you, dear reader. This one goes into dark places and, while it may get graphic, hopefully does not get too offensive. The plot locations and characters are all products of my fevered imagination but the named public buildings and events in Spain are real and can be looked up on your computer. It ends in a world we are living in now and I sincerely hope that, by the time you read the last chapter, we are back to near normal.
Marianne G
A Journey Always Starts With The First Step
They say that pilgrimages are good for the soul; they also say that you may find what you are looking for when you reach your destination. What they don’t say is what may happen should you stray from the true path. That bright and sunny Tuesday morning in 2019, I was surely on my own path to enlightenment, having camped off the trail just south of Bejar in Spain. I had started my hike from Seville some four weeks ago, on the first of May, and was slowly making my way north, to finish the Camino de Santiago – the Spanish trail. I had been working very hard in my job as a consultant computer programmer and systems designer and, over the past year, had made a heap of money, thanks to a large multi-national company in a fix. I had told my agent to hold all new projects while I unwound with a good hike; he was not expecting to hear from me until much later in the year.
I was on the section of the trail between Plasencia and Salemanca and, on a beautiful day, was walking towards Bejar and my breakfast. Entering the village I located a smart restaurant that had been noted in my research. It was called La Cerrallana and, when I got there, I was seated at a table on a deck that overlooked the outdoor swimming pools. It was a wonderful vista, looking towards the hills; in fact, no matter where you looked here you could see hills; the Sierra de Gala to the west and the Tras la Sierra to the east. The countryside had been wonderful to walk through, with lush meadows filled with grazing cattle. The whole trip, so far, had been idyllic and I had gone a long way to feeling normal again. I was quietly working through a large desayuno that could have passed for dinner back in England, when an absolutely stunning girl pulled out a chair at my table and sat down, putting a cup of coffee in front of her. I was a bit shocked as there were plenty of vacant tables around me and I was certainly no easy mark.
“Hola como esta” she said with a smile. I had been in the country long enough to give the answer “Muy bien, Senora”. She then launched into a spate of fast Spanish that went way over my head, even though I had absorbed a lot of the language. I put up a hand and said “Sorry, English.” That stopped her in her tracks and then she smiled again and said, in good English “I am sorry, senor, I was just asking you what you were doing in our lovely village so early in the morning.” I answered that I had camped south of here, overnight, and was on my way north to find the ‘milagro’ that pilgrims were promised. She laughed at that and told me that the best I would find when I got there was plaster-cast saints and cheap trinkets. “It is not worth the walk, you get there quicker by train.” I said that it was not the destination but rather the journey that counted. She asked me how long my journey was intended to take and I replied that I had thought that I could do the whole trip in three months but now thought I could spend a couple of weeks in Salemanca and return another time to finish the hike.
She brightened up at that and said “My name is Takisha; I live nearby with my ‘sisters’ in a big house in the hills. I am here because I have just delivered a box of eggs to the chef when I saw you sitting lonely and forlorn. I sometimes act as a local guide and would be happy to show you the sights of Bejar before you continue your journey. You can leave your pack here for safekeeping or put it in my van.” I told her that I was Gene Orleon and would be happy to spend a few hours in the company of such a lovely girl. When I told her my name she looked straight into my eyes and said she could see some Spanish in my bloodline. I had to tell her that Luc, my father, was from the French side of the border, from Biarritz. She said that all Basque people are really Spanish, no matter what side of the border they come from, it was in the culture.
When I had finished my breakfast we went out to her Renault van and I put my pack in the back. I saw that there were more boxes of eggs and vegetables to deliver so it looked like I was about to be given a tour of the cafes of the region. We did stop at a lot of places and I helped carry the boxes into various cafes. She was obviously a popular person in the village, especially among the young men, and my presence caused a few raised eyebrows. We did, however, visit the Villa El Bosque, with its lovely gardens, and the Camara Oscura in, what looked like a medieval castle, and I was taken by the beauty of the village.
Takisha chattered the whole time but still managed to worm some of my details from me while we drove around. I told her that my first name, Gene, was chosen by my father as both my parents had picked Jean if I was a girl; and I let on that I was a computer consultant. At that she looked serious and told me that she, with her ‘sisters’ had a small business in Madrid and that they needed someone to look over the inputs as she said they thought there was a problem. I told her I was not an accountant and she assured me that the books were good but there seemed to be troughs in the takings that shouldn’t be there. She asked me if I would like to come, with her, to the small-holding she lived in to have a look at the files, in return I would receive a few good meals and a bed for the night. When she mentioned the bed she looked at me in a way that could hardly be misinterpreted.
When we had finished the deliveries we drove out of the village to the north-east, up into the hills. Just near another village, called Becedes, she turned onto a small track that took us to a secluded valley, in which sat a sprawling conglomerate of buildings, surrounded by fields of vegetables. I said “I thought you said smallholding?” and she smiled and told me that very few people in the surrounding area knew of its size as the egg and vegetable business was set up to appear a local ‘cottage industry’. When we arrived at the main house there were five other vans parked next to a big shed and I could see pallets of boxes and a couple of fork-lift trucks. This was some business, indeed. I got my pack out of the van and she took me to a low building which had all the appearance of holiday lets. She opened one of the doors and showed me a room with a lounge, TV and kitchenette. Through a door there was a bedroom with ensuite. She said to put my pack in there and then led me to the big house.
When we walked in I was amazed to be greeted by five other girls, all as gorgeous as Takisha, if not a bit more, who quickly took me through to a big farmhouse kitchen and sat me at a table before offering me a drink. Takisha said, “Sisters, this is Gene. He was looking so lonely at the café this morning I decided to kidnap him for your inspection.” I thought this may be a rather odd selection of words. She went on “He is a computer specialist and on a very long hiking holiday to see the Saint. I think he is hoping for a miracle. Who, around this table, thinks that a miracle could be possible?” All five said yes at once. Just what had I got myself into, here? After that I was treated to a wonderful lunch, in the company of six beautiful women, and quite enjoyed chatting with them. I was told that there were, actually, twelve of them and they considered themselves sisters, even though none were actually related. I gathered that every two weeks, this six went to Madrid to work at their other business while the six from Madrid came here. In the afternoon I was sat in their office, in front of a very up-to-date and powerful computer, and shown how to navigate the business files.
I could see, straight away, that the business was strictly split between here and Madrid. The files for here were straight forward, with income from a large number of cafes and restaurants (all account customers on thirty day payment) and a number of outgoings for fuel, fertiliser and other consumables for farming. There was also a section for employee wages which obviously included casuals who did the manual labour. This business seemed to be pretty lucrative. The other business, however, was harder to figure.
There was the combined income stream from the twelve girls and the outlays were mainly based on the premises and maintenance, as well as decent sums spent on ‘PPE’ and ‘costume’. There was also an employee account for a manager, two security officers and four casuals. To say that this business was lucrative would be an understatement and I could not see a problem at first glance. Knowing my way around this software package I drilled down to the income side and looked at the daily input from each girl. They were only listed by number but I saw that they all returned a similar amount when they were there, except one. I went back through the history of that one and found that she had been earning the same as the others until about three months before. I could put a date to the change. I noted it all down and put the computer into sleep while I went to find the others.
I found them in a lounge room, sitting around and chatting. When I walked in they all looked at me expectantly and Takisha asked if I had any news. I said “Well, you did not tell me what your problem was but, if I say I think one of you has their fingers in the till, would I be close to the mark?” That made them sit up! Takisha asked me to give the details. I told them that they all seemed to earn a similar amount from their activities in Madrid but one of them had shown a distinct falling off of input. Takisha asked what number and, when I told them, she said “That Pina, I knew she was setting herself up!” One of the girls, who had been introduced as Vanda, asked me if there was a way I could find out when this may have started and I was able to give her the date of the first dip. Vanda then said “Gene, we really owe you on this one. We thought it was her as she has announced she is getting married in three weeks’ time and will be leaving us. Do you have an estimate of how much she has taken?” I said that it would depend on how much work she had done but gave them a ball-park figure. Vanda then told me that the next turn would be from the following weekend and that Pina was going to clear out her room here in the first week she was back but that plan would now be altered.
I was now very much part of the group and thoroughly enjoyed the close proximity of six, very sexy, girls as I showed them, on the computer, what I had found. I had to ask what was so dangerous that they had to spend so much on personal protective equipment and security and there was a moment of silence. Vanda said “What do you think this other business is, Gene?” I said that it did not match any business I had worked with at it seemed to be all income without input of raw materials. That brought a laugh that broke the tension of the moment and Vanda told me to come back to the lounge and she would tell me what they did, over a drink.
Back in the lounge I was at on a settee with Takisha sitting very close to me. The rest of the girls scattered themselves around the room but Vanda sat, in an easy chair, in front of me. “Gene” she said, “we are what you may call a commune of self-supporting women. We provide a service to the community in whatever way we can, as long as it gives a good return. Each of us paid a set amount into the fund in order to be here. We run this farm as a collective, with every one of us doing some of the farming and all of the deliveries. As you could see, we employ casuals to do the actual hard work but any one of us can do a bit of work in the fields..
The other business is in Madrid, in a suburb called Chueca, and we own three houses on a street called Calle de San Lucas which, on the outside, looks like distinct houses but on the inside is one big premise. That house is a whiskeria and we all spend two week stints working there. We are the putas, the ‘raw material’ you looked for. A whiskeria is a club where we can carry out prostitution without being hassled by the police; in fact, we are so close to the Ministry of Justice we have a lot of the legal profession as regular customers. It is called a whiskeria because the government, in their wisdom, deleted all of the legislation that made prostitution illegal in Spain. The only problem is that they never put any back to legalise it. We now are in a grey area where we need to follow accepted practice.
A whiskeria is a drinking club where the customers can buy sex, rather than a brothel where customers can buy drink. The PPE you asked about is condoms and sanitisers as we will not allow any customer a session unless they are wearing the right stuff and we cleanse ourselves after every customer. We generally limit ourselves to six customers a day and we pride ourselves on our high standards as well as our willingness to cater to weird fetishes, at a price, as long as there is no danger to ourselves.” I sat there quietly but my mind was churning. These girls were all professional prostitutes and, as I looked at them all, I found I didn’t care!!
Takisha looked at me and asked if I felt any different about them now. I said that they were like any other girl that had sex, the only difference being that they could refer to the receipts and see who they did it with and when. I did say that I had never come across the activity carried out in such an industrial fashion; but, there again, I had not been exposed to any part of the profession before. “Really!” said Felipa “are you telling us that you have never paid for sex?” I told them that I truly had never paid for it as I had been satisfied with the girlfriends I had gone with. “How many girlfriends?” asked Takisha sharply? “Not as many as there should have been” I answered “I have been fully engaged with my work and it had never been that urgent to me.” “Ooh!’ cried Coleta “a fully loaded one!”
I think I went red in the face at that as they all fell about giggling. Takisha stood up and took my hand to pull me from the settee. She said “Come on Gene; let’s see what you have in the tank. You have already paid for whatever you receive in this house so let me be the first to thank you nicely with an afternoon delight.” I allowed myself to be pulled out of the room and up the stairs to her own room, where she proceeded to undress me and herself, handing me my very own PPE before laying on the bed and saying “Come to me, Gene, so I can lighten your load.” What could I do but obey the mistress. I hope that I came up to her standards as I proceeded to kiss her all over before giving my tongue a work-out. She had orgasmed twice before I penetrated her and I took my time as I had always been slow to climax. When I did I felt that all my birthdays had come at once. We took our time to uncouple and, as I lay on my back beside her, she fully inspected my body while kissing it. “Very nice” she whispered “good technique and great stamina, along with a very trim body. You would do well in a bordello as the house gigolo.”
I had to laugh out loud at that one. I said that I would never be able to earn my pay as I normally had to go another week before I could do that again. She then asked me a strange, but pointed, question. “Gene, while we were making love, what were you thinking of? I ask because you did not act like a man who hasn’t had sex for a long time.” I had to stop and think and then said “I was thinking of what I would like to happen if I was in your position so I could do the right thing at the right time. I really did not think about myself until I climaxed.” She then floored me by saying that if Felipa agreed with her thoughts after dinner there may be a future for me here.
We went and had a shower and she gave me a satin robe to wear, rather than getting dressed in my hiking gear again. I looked at myself in the mirror and said that I did not look too manly at the moment and she told me not to worry as every girl dressed down for dinner in this house and I would not look out of place. She tightened the sash on her own robe and took my hand to lead me downstairs where I could smell cooking. In the lounge three of the girls were clad in robes while the other two were cooking up paella with aprons over their own robes. When we sat for our meal it was almost a scene from some weird Italian movie but I tried to remain calm. The food was delicious and I was offered a choice of wines or spirits. After we had cleared the dishes and got the dishwasher running, we went back into the lounge where I was sat on the settee again but this time I had Felipa sitting on my lap. I tried to be calm but found that I was reacting again as she licked my ear and blew into it. When I turned my head towards her to ask her to desist, she kissed me deeply and then told me that it was her turn so come up to bed.
In her room there was no need to take much off and we were soon both naked, except for my PPE. In her bed we spent a lot of time in foreplay and I, again, used my tongue to good effect. My problem, though, was that I could not get fully erect and was starting to feel that I was a failure. She was unfazed, though, and put an arm out to open a bedside drawer and pulled out a long, plastic, vibrator. “Wonderful” I thought. ”She is going to get off on a vibrator while I am still here.”
I was surprised when she put one hand behind my head and pulled my face to hers for a long and deep kiss. I was shocked when I felt the head of the vibrator against my anus and even more surprised when she switched it on. Almost immediately I became hard enough to penetrate her and we moved together in a most satisfying way. Eventually she pushed the vibrator right into me as we coupled and I finally climaxed in the most intense way that seemed to go on for minutes. I could feel her own orgasms and was happy that I had satisfied her, even if she had to go to such a method to ensure it. I stayed hard until she turned the vibrator off and pulled it out, laying it on the bedside table on a tissue.
“Takisha was right” she whispered, “you have amazing technique and you really want to please your partner. The problem for you is that you really want to be the one on the bottom.” I could not say anything for a while and lay beside her as we cooled down. “I don’t understand what you are getting at” I said “I never had that kind of experience before and I cannot process the reasons in any meaningful way.” “Spoken like a true computer expert” she said “but not like a person. Consider me as an expert in what I do for a living and I can tell you that you just had your first female orgasm, just because you were being penetrated, probably for the first time. I think you have kept your real needs down for so long you do not realise what you really are. Gene, you are not unusual here. Of the twelve of us, four still have their dicks. I bet you can’t tell which they are but I know that before the week is out, you will know the two in this group and also know how good it can be.” That made me think whether I would stay or leave and I realised that I wanted to stay and find out the truth about myself. Isn’t that was what I was searching for - answers or a miracle!
Marianne G 2020
Learning to Crawl.
After about half an hour of just chatting, Felipa rolled over towards me and gave me a big kiss. She then said that I needed to go to my own room to sleep as the girls had a rule to not allow a partner in their beds overnight. She said to just put my robe on and, tying her own, she led me down the corridor to another room. Opening the door she led me inside and put the light on. It was a typical girls' room and there was a row of pictures on a sideboard of a girl I had not seen before. “This is Pinas’ room” Felipa said. “She will not be coming back to it as she will be paid off as soon as she finishes her fortnight in Madrid. We will not allow her back into the house and everything in the wardrobe and drawers are forfeit, so you can sleep here while you are with us. I suggest that you explore the range of nightwear that will be in one of the drawers, I expect that they will fit you well as you and she look to be the same size. Make sure you have a shower before going to bed, there is shampoo and conditioner in the ensuite as well as a full range of body creams and I am certain Pina would have a few new razors in her cabinet as she is one of the four like you that I mentioned and needed to shave at times. Goodnight and sweet dreams.”
She left me here, in a strangers’ room, with nothing but female clothing to pick from. I was a little ashamed to realise that I was not screaming and demanding my hiking gear and pack and setting off down the driveway. I was, actually, quite tired as I had never had two women in one day before; I couldn’t remember a time I had ever had two women in one month. I took off the robe and went into a walk-in wardrobe and looked at myself in a full length mirror and gave myself a close appraisal. I was not tall or muscular; my hair was quite long as I had not had a cut for some months so it now reached below my ears. I looked at my face in a new light; was I effeminate or just a product of my genes?
I gave up and went through to the bathroom where I turned on the shower. In the shower I used a good amount of shampoo on my hair and then left conditioner on for a while as I carefully washed the rest of me. After the shower I towelled myself off with the fluffy towels on the rack, sat on the toilet for a few minutes and then washed my hands and padded into the bedroom. I looked in the drawers and finally located the one with nightdresses and looked through the selection. I chose a plain, nylon, midnight blue, short nightie with matching loose panties and put it on. On impulse I went back to the mirror and, through slitted eyes, I wondered if, with the addition of a feminine garment, I might be mistaken for a girl?
While I was in the walk-in I noticed a midnight blue robe hanging there so took it and draped it across the end of the bed for morning. I wondered if I would be able to sleep but, after I put the bedside light out, I was asleep inside five minutes. I was dreaming about hiking but, in my dream I was wearing a dress and woke up with a start. I looked at the bedside clock which showed two thirty. I first wondered what had woken me and then realised I had a massive erection. Not wanting to mess the nightie I put the light on and looked into the bedside drawer where I found some condoms. I put one on, put the light out and settled back in bed. Laying there my hand gravitated towards my penis and I lay there just lightly stroking the head of it, the other hand just stroking the material of the nightie while I had a deep think.
I suddenly realised that I had loved cuddling with my girlfriends when they were wearing slips and remembered that I was more aroused when I could feel the smoothness of the material. I then remembered the remark made earlier about my wanting to actually be on the bottom and thought back to one girlfriend who did not mind me being on the bottom while she straddled me. I realised that I had been more aroused when I imagined myself being penetrated. She did not last long and the next time I saw her she was on the arm of a guy who looked like a wrestler and I had thought that she would have a hard time under a guy of that weight. As I remembered I suddenly realised that I might have been jealous and, as I tried to imagine a big guy laying on me, I exploded in a rolling orgasm that filled the condom.
After a few minutes I put the light on and made my way into the bathroom where I sat on the toilet and removed the condom from my rapidly shrinking member. Rolling it up in some toilet paper I was about to flush it away but realised that this far out in the country the house was probably on some kind of septic system so I put it in the small bin beside the sink. I sat until I could relieve myself and then gave myself a localised wash with a wet flannel. As I went back to the bedroom I stopped in the walk-in and began inspecting the clothing hanging there. I could see some nice day dresses as well as some stunning evening or social wear. There was a whole rack of shoes and, just for the thrill of it, I tried a pair on. They fitted me perfectly!!! I took them off with a shudder and, as I was about to look at the other side, where there were skirts and tops, pants and jeans, I noticed that under a pile of boots there was a shoe box. Now, all the shoes were out so a shoe box was a bit obvious and I had an inkling of what I would see when I opened it. Yes, here was Pinas’ stash of money, in used bills, mostly Euros but some other currencies too. I put the top back on and took it into the bedroom where I placed it on the sideboard. Back in the walk-in I looked at the other side and realised that, if most of this fitted me, I would be able to dress in style, as long as I could create the shape and disguise the face. It was weird, me being here with this opportunity.
Back in bed I went to sleep almost immediately and was woken, with a start, when Coleta banged on my door and walked in, saying “Wake up, Gene, the day is just beginning and we have a lot of things to do. Put your robe on and come down for breakfast.” I got myself out of bed and went through to the toilet. Then, putting on the matching robe, I picked up the shoebox and went downstairs. There was a place at the table for me at which there sat a glass of green gunk. Vanda told me to drink it up as they all started the day with smoothies made from their own produce. Before I picked up the glass I put the shoebox on the table and told them that this was found in the wardrobe and may be the lost takings. Vanda took the top off and they all gasped. Vanda pulled the money out and sorted it into piles by currency and denomination. It did, indeed, add up to a sum very close to my ball-park estimate.
Vanda went to the office and came back with a handful of rubber bands and they sorted the notes into five hundred Euro bundles, put them back into the box and Vanda then took it back into the office to put it in the safe. I was, during all this, drinking my smoothie and eating my breakfast. When we all finished, Vanda turned to me and said “Gene, from now on we have decided that your full name is Genesis, a girls name here and denotes a new beginning, which we find very apt. We will continue to call you Gene, however. Pina used to do the delivery run that Coleta does when she is here, so I want you to go with her today, and the next day, to learn the route and meet the customers. You will leave in about an hour so I expect you to look, and think, the part by then. Coleta and Jordana will both help you as they faced the same difficulties that you now face. Now get back upstairs and I want to see our new girl coming back down.”
The three of us went to my room and Coleta picked out a shirt and pair of jeans for me, along with underwear, socks and boots, while Jordana took me through to the bathroom after getting me to undress, and proceeded to coat me with evil smelling gunk, all over my body. After I had stood there for ten minutes, brushing my teeth in the meantime, she got me into the shower and told me to wash my hair again. She left me to it, but told me to double shave when I came out.
When I was dry, and now smooth, I shaved as ordered and, wrapping the towel around me, went out to the bedroom. Coleta was back, having gone to her own room to dress, and helped me put on a pair of panties that she called a gaff. It was odd having her push my penis into a sort of a tube after trying to push my testicles back to where they came from but the result was truly amazing. She helped me with some black panties and a matching padded bra and then I put the ankle socks on and tried to get into the tight jeans. They must have been made of elastic as they did go on. A western-style shirt followed and then she adorned me with some jewellery that she had found in Pinas’ drawer. With a beaded necklace and several bracelets, plus a watch, I thought I may be ready but Jordana came in as Coleta left the room after telling me to meet her at the van.
Jordana then did some things with my hair and a couple of flowery clips and then got me to sit on the bed while she worked on my face. She told me that I was lucky as I did not need a lot to make it work and she finished off the process by putting some clip earrings on me and giving me a spritz of perfume. When she had finished with me she picked up her phone and told me to look at the camera while she took a picture of her handiwork. I just need to put the boots on and, before we left the room she told me to take a look at myself.
When I did so I thought I was looking at a picture of a girl, but one that moved as I did and smiled when I smiled. “Do you like yourself now?” she asked as she pushed a handbag my way. “This carries your needed items for the day. There are tissues, lipstick to freshen up with, and some money in a purse, a couple of tampons and a few condoms. We girls never go anywhere without them.” I asked her about my hiking clothes and papers and she told me that they had been folded up and put into a bag to be placed with my pack in a storage locker as “you will not need them much for a while”. I asked about my phone and she said it, and my charger, would be in my room tonight, after they had cleared all of Pinas’ personal items.
Down at the vans Coleta had been loaded up and was ready to roll. She looked me over and told me she approved of the new girl. I got into the passenger side and we left the farm. As we went along she told me that the loading was done by the casuals, first thing in the morning, and that all of the stops were loaded onto the GPS. There was a tablet with all of the stops in order, along with the names of the customers and the current account details, in case we needed to ask for payment before delivery. She then told me that all of the sisters were very happy with me finding the stash of cash as it made it much easier to move Pina away from the group at the end of the week. She told me that Pina would get her stake money back, plus her accrued profits and would not come out of it too badly. She wondered why Pina did what she did as, in their trade, such theft could lead to very severe repercussions but she thought there may be a man behind it. They would certainly see when they had a look at the receipts she generated if there was one particular person that stood out.
We went through the morning with me being introduced as ‘Genesis, or Gene, who will be making the deliveries alone next week.’ This delivery route was north of the farm so I would not meet up with anyone who had met me – was it only yesterday – as Gene, the man. This route also could not run in a circular fashion so, around lunch time, we pulled up to a café where we had lunch after dropping off their supplies. Coleta told me that, when we got back to the farm, she would work on my hands and toes ‘to put a little colour into my life’ and that I really should consider allowing her to pierce my ears. I agreed as the clips were becoming quite painful.
She asked me about the morning, so far, and I had to answer that everyone seemed very welcoming, considering my disguising myself as a girl. She laughed and told me that no-one had seen through the disguise and I only had to work on my voice, which I had kept low and husky when talking to the customers. Our lunch stop was at a town called Valadolid, on the road from San Sebastian to Salamanca and, while we were eating, I listened to a couple of French tourists on a nearby table. I had to stifle a giggle and Coleta asked me what was funny. I told her that the guys on the other table were outdoing each other trying to describe all the things they would like to do to us, given the chance.
She said “You speak French?” and I told her that as my father was from just over the border, in Biarritz, I was brought up speaking both French and English. “All right, girl, this is your chance to prove, to yourself, what you want to do with your life. When we finish, we go over to them, and you tell them that this may be their lucky day as we are putas but are having a couple of days off during our time of the month. Tell them we can give them both blow jobs for a fee and tell them it will be one hundred Euros for the pair of us, with no limit on the number of blow jobs they can muster before three this afternoon, as we need to finish our run. I know a hotel around the corner we can use.” I was shocked but realised that this is what she did for a living and, if my dream last night was any indication, what may fill my days in the future.
We finished our meal and, while Coleta went to settle up I walked as sexily as I could over to their table and, in perfect French, told them that, although we would love to fulfil their desires, we were not able due to our ‘womens problem’ for a few days. They apologised for being crass and I told them that we could, though, satisfy them orally for just one hundred Euros. They tried to get it cheaper but I insisted that they got both of our mouths for the (I looked at my watch) next ninety minutes and that this was a bargain, considering what we normally charged. They quickly finished their meal and settled the account. The café owner gave us a wink as Coleta led us around the corner and into a cheap, by the hour, hotel. They happily paid the few Euro needed and we went up to a bedroom with a big bed and an ensuite.
We got the boys to take their pants off and proceeded to get them hard, with me following Coleta with the moves. It did not take very long before they shot their loads into our mouths. I followed Coleta into the ensuite to spit it out but was surprised at how tasty I thought it was. We rinsed our mouths and back in the bedroom we snuggled and kissed them until they swapped places and we got them aroused enough for a second round. It took a little longer this time but they eventually unloaded into our mouths and both fell back on the bed with a satisfied sigh. We went and spat it out and rinsed our mouths before refreshing our lipstick. Coleta told me to tell them we were leaving as we needed to be somewhere else and to thank them nicely for the pleasant afternoon. I did just that and told them they had about twenty minutes left before they needed to vacate the room. We went back to the van giggling and divided the hundred Euros between us. I said that my first one tasted better and Coleta told me that they all tasted the same from here on.
We finished our run and got back to the farm in time for dinner. Vanda commented that we had taken a bit longer completing the run and Coleta announced that I had to take an hour to earn my first fifty Euros as a genuine puta. She also said that I speak perfect French as well as being able to give it. They all had a laugh at that and Coleta was urged to give the story of our afternoon. After dinner, Jordana was assigned to my further training and, as I had already been successful with my afternoon blow job with a genuine man, she showed me what a she-male can do. I finally fulfilled my unrealised ambition and found myself, on my back, my legs in the air, with a weight on my chest and a penis deep in me. I must say that I was very satisfied when I had my shower and put on a fresh nightie to go to bed.
Marianne G 2020
Finding my way.
On Thursday we repeated the run and we did get back to the farm in time for Coleta to work on my hands and feet as well as piercing my ears. Friday I did the driving and speaking with the customers and, after our deliveries, all the other girls put their small bags into a minibus and drove to Madrid while I was left to myself. I spent much of the time alone in my room, trying on some of the dresses and skirts. I decided to greet the other team as Genesis, in a skirt and top from the selection. Before they arrived from Madrid I had prepared the ingredients for dinner. There were, as expected, just the five of them. I met Antonieta, Emilita, Celestina, Teresinha and Parnima and, as they got off the bus I helped them with their bags. Parnima was the leader of these girls and she gave me a hug, saying that Vanda had been keeping her abreast of my development and had been effusive in her praise at my finding the cash. She told me that Pina had been told she was no longer needed and had left the whiskeria with her proper dues. She said she looked forward to my joining them in Madrid in a couple of weeks.
Over the weekend I helped them get their laundry done. There wasn’t much as they kept a complete wardrobe in Madrid as well. They all were happy to be away from the pressure of their city job and happily took over their delivery runs. I stayed with the same run as I was now, officially, Pinas’ replacement. On Wednesday afternoon, Parnima asked me to join her and Emilita in the office. I sat down at the desk with them and she explained that I could join the collective if I wanted. She told me that it would not be finalised until I had done my stint in Madrid but that it would not be as bad as I may be thinking. I told her that being ploughed six or more times a day was worrying me and she asked Emilita to tell me what a she-male could expect.
I was told that the whiskeria was in an old area, near the Ministry of Justice, in an area called Chueca. Although Madrid was a big city of over three million residents and another three million daily workers, the area known as Chueca was a lot of small, one-way, alleys that were only big enough for a single car. The business was made up of our own rooms in the attic and a number of straight bedrooms on the first floor, as you would expect, but also had a number of fetish rooms on the ground floor. Among them there was a dungeon, a schoolroom, a small cell connected to one room that was set up to look like a courtroom. She told me that the area was the gay centre of Spain and held the biggest Pride March in Europe and, as such, there were a number of customers who wanted to be penetrated, rather than wanting to penetrate.
This was why we had two she-males on each team and that we were held in great regard by the regulars. It appeared that we she-males also had a number of female customers. She told me that she knew that Pina had a number of regulars who got off on being humiliated or just being tied up and spoken to in a rough manner about what was going to happen to them. Then there were the ones who wanted to dress up and others that wanted you to dress up for them.
She said that she may only get penetrated once or twice a day and it was not a problem as the manageress booked the customers in a queue that separated the known penetrators with those that were known to want other things. She said that new customers were closely questioned about their preferences before any booking was made. There was a tablet in each of our own rooms that told us who was next and what was needed to satisfy them. She said that all tips were noted and went to a central kitty to be shared equally and this was where Pina was taking her cut.
This was a lot to take in and I realised that the business was more about acting as anything else. I thought back to the two Frenchmen and knew that I had been an actor for the whole time. I was told that there was a full wardrobe waiting for me and that I only needed my personal cosmetics and paperwork. I realised that I needed a permit to work and, when I mentioned this to Parnima, she told me that my French passport had been sent to Madrid where a photo of the new me had replaced the old me and my gender had been left as male. With that, a friend of the business, who worked in the police headquarters, had issued me with the permit needed. Both would be waiting for me in Madrid. These girls thought of everything!!
Parnima told me that she and Vanda had decided that I would only speak French to the customers and that they knew there were a few who would appreciate a ‘French Experience’. Being in that particular area, a lot of the customers spoke French and English, as well as Spanish, so I could pretend to speak ‘a leeetle eeengleesh’ as well. Over the course of the next week, Emilita took over my training in acting sensually as well as sexually, and gave me make-up lessons so I could pass easily in this area. “At the house” she said “we have an artist should we need to look different, so you do not have to worry about learning the full procedure, although, I think, you will pick it up quickly as you are such a natural.”
The next Friday was, luckily, the day after the thirteenth, and came around too quickly. I was told what I needed to pack in my overnight case, mainly my own nightwear, day-time cosmetics, shaver and handbag with my daily supplies. After my Friday run, I changed into a skirt and top with ankle boots and took my place in the bus. We drove into Madrid but skirted the city to end up in a rabbit warren of small lanes, some with bollards to stop parking. We pulled up at a brightly painted house with ‘Whiskeria Salamanca’ on a signboard over the door and, as we got out, the other girls came out of the house with their bags. We all hugged each other and the others got into the bus and drove away. The whole process took about five minutes. When we went into the house I could tell straight away that it was not your normal home!
Emilita was the other she-male in this group and had been given the task to show me around. As we walked in, she told me that this was the first security room. It was nicely painted and decorated and there was an obvious camera pointing at the door we had just entered. To one side was a door, then a window with a piece cut out. “Here the manageress or one of her assistants sits during opening hours” she explained “payment is made before entry is allowed. There are no other entrances or exits to this building. The next door is electronically controlled once we are all inside and, if you need to go out during opening times, there is another way through the back room to the other door, there. There are a number of nice cafes in the area that we sometimes visit for lunch.” We went through the customer door into an obvious waiting room, with easy chairs and a drinks bar. “This room satisfies the authorities that we are a drinking club” she said “unlike the ideas of brothels of old, we do not sit around waiting to be picked out by a customer; rather, it is them who must wait for us to summon them. The door over there is the way to the toilets.” We went through another door into another small room with a code controlled door to one side; now open to show a long corridor, off which were several doors. “These doors lead to the fetish rooms; I will show you around when you have settled in.”
“This small room is our second security room. There are metal detectors in the walls and also a multi band radio receiver. The customers must deposit all phones and weapons at the bar before they are allowed here. If you are the one leading them to their designated room, you stand by this wall so you cannot be seen from the waiting room. Once the door to the waiting room is closed, this room is scanned automatically. There is a light on the wall behind the customer as you will have them looking at you and, if that light turns red you do not allow the customer to go any further. We have two resident heavies when we are open, who will come and sort the customer out. If it is a simple mistake we just apologise for the inconvenience but this room has detected at least four who were wired for sound, and six, this year, carrying weapons.”
“There is, at the end of the corridor, a laundry room, a storage room for costumes and appliances and a make-up and dressing room for the vignette you may be about to perform. At this end of the corridor we have the door to the upstairs, it needs a code on the keypad to go through and you will be given a new, but simple, code each morning on your tablet.” It stood open at the moment and we went up the stairs to the first floor where she showed me one of the bedrooms. It was well appointed and had a big bed, with a simple bedside table and drawer, a couple of easy chairs and there was an ensuite. “There are six of these on this floor” she said “and there is also the linen storage and two bedrooms for the live-in staff when we have them. It is usually only during the festivals we use them. There is also another make-up room.”
At the end of this corridor there was another door with a code input that also stood open. It led to more stairs that took us into the attic level. Here were six, smaller, bedrooms, again with ensuite. She put her bag into number 2/8 and I was shown into number 3/9. “As you will take the place of Pina you are on the books as Number Nine. Every time you get a message on your tablet or pass your tips to the manageress, you will use that designation. When you are given a code it will always start with the same number so we can tell where you are in the building or if you have left the building. If you go anywhere as a group, each girl waits for the door to shut before inputting her own code.” I put my bag on the bed and we went back downstairs towards the ground floor so I could see the fetish rooms.
Firstly, though, we stopped at the bedroom level and she showed me where the panic buttons were on the bedframe, either side, and in the bathroom. Back on the ground floor we went into the room nearest the stairs. It was set up as a mini-courtroom, with a judges’ bench and a dock for the accused. On one side was another door which she opened and showed me an almost bare room with just a single bed with a bare mattress on as well as a couple of rings set in the wall. “This one is one of the most interesting rooms in the house” she said “if you are a collector of human foibles you will find them all here. At times you are the judge and must take the accused into the cell and carry out whatever atrocities they have asked for. Other times you will be led in, handcuffed, and the judge will then sentence you to do his, or her, bidding. It can get quite frightening at times but we do have a camera in all the ceilings on this floor so your activities are monitored for unusual behaviour.” The second door took us into the dungeon with a rack, a whipping frame, the usual single bed and bare mattress and more rings in the wall. There was also a pulley set in the ceiling with a rope fastened to a hook on one wall. Where the rope ended at the pulley there was a set of manacles attached and I noticed that, on the floor below, there were two rings set in the floor about a metre apart. The reasoning here was self- explanatory.
The third room was a schoolroom with a blackboard and a desk for the pupil that was big enough for an adult. “Like the courtroom” she said “sometimes you are the child and sometimes the teacher.” Instead of a bed there was a wooden table along one wall. The last room was really quite plain compared to the others as all that was in it was a large, iron frame bed and a sideboard. She opened the drawer of the sideboard and I saw a box of condoms, a box of rubber gloves and coils of soft rope and also some handcuffs with a varied collection of gags. “In this room” she said “you will find depravity with a capital D and, believe me, ninety percent of the time it is the customer on the bed and you are doing your best to have them crying for mercy.”
As we left she told me that, as a she-male, I would be spared much of the activities in those rooms as that was the usually the domain of fully fledged women. She said that we would be required for more standard activities in the normal bedrooms, sometimes with men and sometimes with women. We all gathered in the waiting area and Parnima spoke to us. “This week we have Gene for her first stint. We want to try and make it easy for her as Vanda and I want her to join us full-time. For tonight she will join our manageress and security in the screen room and just look at the activities. If she is still game after that she will start real work on Saturday. OK girls, to your rooms, we open in thirty minutes.”
I was led to the second security room and Parnima knocked on the back wall, which opened to reveal the biggest man I had ever seen. He was a man mountain, indeed. “Gene, meet Brutus, our main security guy. Don’t let him browbeat you as he is known to be a teddy bear to us girls. He, and Emilio, does all the heavy work that is needed and I think you will have an interesting time this evening chatting about computers. Ah! This is Pavlina, our manageress.” This was a greying woman of what is usually called ‘indeterminate’ age with an intelligent look in her eyes. “Welcome to the ‘Little Shop of Horrors’ my dear” she cackled with a laugh “I am sure you will fit right in.”
Behind Brutus was a room that looked like it had been transported from Houston and I went through the door while Parnima went back into the corridor. After the door was shut there was almost total silence. Brutus then said “State of the art soundproofing, you could scream in one room and not be heard in another. We would, however hear it in here.” Pavlina went through a door to the side and into her office that overlooked the entry room and Brutus introduced me to Emilio, his total opposite. He was a very small man and he said, while shaking my hand “Don’t let looks deceive you, Gene, I make up for my size with speed and accuracy. I can put a knife into the ace on a card at twenty paces.” I said that I didn’t doubt him. They first showed me another door to the toilet “There is just the unisex one but we promise not to leave the seat up” Emilio said, with a smile.
He then went on, “They tell me you picked Pina out within thirty minutes and even found her stash. That was pretty good going.” I told them that finding the money was pure luck but finding the money trail was years of working with computers. “OK” said Brutus “let me show you what we have here. There are cameras and microphones in every room on the ground and first floor which we record onto a hard drive during opening hours. Which, by the way, are five to one on weekdays and two to two on the weekends. They may sound like a lot of hours but you will find that you will spend a fair bit of that time waiting, in your room, to be summoned. Mornings are free time for you girls. We record everything but only save anything we want to review, so the final save may only be a few minutes. If you have any hang-ups about doing your thing with us watching I can tell you we have seen everything known to man on these screens and we do not want you looking at the camera all the time. We do not have any cameras on your own floor except for one on the stairs, should someone breach the security door.”
I looked at the screens and there was one view from somewhere outside that showed the front of the building and along the pavement. There were views of the first entry, the waiting room, the waiting room toilets, the second security room, the two corridors and the two stairs. On a different bank there were six screens of the first floor bedrooms from a vantage point near the ceiling and then there was a bank of ten small screens that had two views of each of the fetish rooms. It looked like everything was covered. I said that it looked like a very handy spot to do a bit of blackmail and Brutus assured me that this was not the intention. “We all make enough money from the customers as it is and do not want to spoil the golden goose.” He said “We do, however, sometimes pick up little snippets of conversation, especially from the waiting room, that we can use to our advantage. It is sometimes useful to know when a police raid is planned when one may have a friend on the outside of the law.”
As the time got towards five I could see one or two guys standing around outside and, as the clock struck, Pavlina pushed the button to unlock the outer door and turn the light on over the sign. One by one they came in, paid their money and were allowed into the waiting room where one of the prettier casuals was now behind the bar dispensing drinks. One screen, which had been blank, lit up with a message for number ten to dress as a socialite and meet a customer. She was to take them to bedroom one for normal sex. A couple of minutes later there was a message for number eleven to be dressed in a corset and stockings and go to the dungeon. Brutus got a buzz on his own tablet and showed it to me. It read ‘eleven in dungeon, whipping frame front– rope and gag. Then get customer.’ He waited until Teresinha had greeted her customer and taken him up to the bedroom, and then went through the door. I saw him go down the corridor to the dungeon as Celestina came down the stairs in a black corset and stockings, walking on the highest heels I had ever seen. She went into the dungeon and, on the screen I saw Brutus tie her to the whipping frame with her legs spread wide and put a ball gag in her mouth before leaving. He came back to the small room and, as he closed the door, I saw a man, in the waiting room, take a buzzing block and put it on the bar before going to exit. He met Brutus in the security room and I heard Brutus say that he had taken the bitch to the torture chamber where she awaited interrogation. He then led the man to the dungeon and showed him in, coming back to the small room, where he knocked on the door. Emilio let him in.
Meanwhile, on another screen, the scene in the bedroom was quite torrid, both having shed their clothes and he was giving Teresinha a right work-out. In the dungeon the man was standing by Celestina and whispering evil things to her while running his hands all over her body. He then dropped his pants, put on his condom, pulled her panties aside and ravaged her on the frame while she tossed her head and screamed into the gag. And so the night went on, as one left, another came. I saw my friends being screwed in more ways than I had imagined and, every time, after the customer had left, they were easily able to return to their room to shower and wait for the next. I particularly looked out for Emilita and took note of her customers as it would be closest to what I had to expect. She just had the four.
The first was a guy who just wanted a sixty-niner with a she-male and that only took about half an hour. The second was a woman who wanted to have lesbian sex without a dildo and that was about an hour. There was a guy who wanted her to act as if she was in love with him and then pretend to knock him out. They were in the fetish room with the bed. While he lay on the bed she tied his hands in front of him and secured them to the bedpost. He ’came round’ and asked what she was about to do and she told him he would get some of his own medicine before gagging him and removing his pants. She then revealed herself with a hard-on and, while he thrashed around on the bed, gave him the treatment from the rear. When she had finished, she redressed and pressed a button to put a light on over the monitor before leaving the room. Brutus then went and freed the guy, waited until he had dressed himself, and escorted him back to the waiting room.
Her last one for the night was very interesting as she had two customers at the same time in one of the normal bedrooms. She was stripped and made to get on all fours on the bed while one took her from behind and the other was sucked off through his condom. I suddenly thought that this was something I had not yet tried. I wondered if it tasted like plastic. I’ll have to ask her tomorrow.
Marianne G 2020
Baby Steps
I didn’t have a chance to ask about the taste next day, but did find out for myself later. I slept late and, after a good shower and shave, dressed in a top and jeans. Making up I put on a pair of sandals and prepared to go downstairs. The room did not have a full kitchenette but there was a microwave and a refrigerator with a number of ‘heat and eat’ meals. I got myself a glass of water and looked at my tablet. It showed me a four number code and there was a message from Emilita to meet the rest of the girls around the corner at a place called ‘Vegaviana’ for a late desayuno. It was posted just ten minutes before so I went down to the front door, asking Pavlina the directions, and walked to the café. It was good to be out in the open again.
As I walked in I saw the others at a big table and there was a glass of green gunge sitting at a vacant seat. They all stood up and I got five nice hugs and then we sat down. As I drank my smoothie, Parnima told me that this was one of the stops on her, and Vandas’, run with the van so all of the produce was from our farm. She said that we had a reciprocal account with the café so I could order whatever I like when I visited. I had a ‘vegan burger’ with salad for my breakfast. It was also explained that it did not pay to eat a lot on the Saturday or Sunday as I may be tempted to lose it if taken too far during working hours. Parnima then asked me if I wanted to back out and go back to the farm today as Vanda would soon be here with the delivery. I told them that I had committed to seeing the two weeks out and would try to get through to the end before answering. They all smiled at that and asked me what I thought of some of the stranger things I had seen on the screens last night. I said that the only thing that surprised me was their ability to just walk away from each session as if nothing had happened. Antonieta told me that nothing had actually happened that would alter the course of history, except that some people had left the building with less money than when they came in.
Back up in my room I found that my first customer was due at two ‘o’clock and that I was to meet Brutus outside the courtroom at five minutes past. I was to dress in a peasant dress I would find in the wardrobe and I needed to be in the make-up room a quarter of an hour before so I could have my hair done. I was expected to give a blow-job to this customer. Easy start, right! I made sure I was clean, put on some white cotton underwear and slipped into the peasant dress and some matching, lace-up, boots. Looking in the mirror I thought I looked like a country milk-maid. At the allotted time I went to the make-up room where Jean, our artist, did my hair in a country style and gave me a face with very black eyes and very red lips. Just after two a light flashed beside the make-up station and she showed me out into the corridor. Brutus was standing there with a pair of handcuffs, which he proceeded to fasten around my wrists, behind my back. “This one” he told me “is a real judge from around the corner. He fantasises about getting a blow job from the women he sentences and is a Saturday regular. He is not rough but today you must expect to act like a true country girl as he will question you at length. Remember, French only.”
He forcibly led me into the courtroom and stood me in the dock, saying “The prisoner is now present, Your Honour.” He left the room and I looked at the judge who looked back at me and then, in French, said, “Young lady, you have been brought before me in a very serious matter of” he consulted his notes “stealing chickens.” I answered “Oui; but they were just little pullets, your honour.” We continued the repartee for a quarter of an hour, with references to ‘cock’erals and whether the birds were layers or not. We were running out of chicken jokes and he asked me if I had anything else to add. I said that I thought that the farmer had laid a charge of assault as well. “Assault” he said “I do not see any other charge here, what happened?” I said that I had pushed the suction hose of a milking machine into the farmers groin when he confronted me in the dairy shed. The only problem being that the machine was in operation at the time. I said that a little suction may have done him some good as he was such a grump. I think that my judge was enjoying himself as he was finding it hard to keep a straight face but I also noticed him squirming on his chair. He then looked at me and told me that he was going to let me off with a caution, if I could prove to him that too much suction was never enough. To my surprise he asked me if I liked strawberry or raspberry and, when I told him I loved strawberries, he opened a drawer in his desk and selected a condom in a wrapper.
He stood and took my arm and pushed me into the cell where I was sat on the bed with my arms still behind my back. This is going to take some work, I thought as he pulled out his stiff cock and put the condom on. Standing in front of me he said “Just pretend I am a cow being milked, my dear” and I proceeded to work my lips and tongue along his shaft. It did, indeed, taste like strawberries, and, when he came, I could feel the condom filling. Eventually he let out a sigh and took the condom off his shrinking dick, put it in a bin in the corner, zipped up his pants and took me back to the courtroom where he pressed a button on the desk. After a little time passed, while he took off his judges robe and wig, Brutus came in and was told that this one should be returned to her cell as she needed to be examined again next week about the case of the scalded suitor. Nice one, I needed to think of a few good words for that.
The judge took a wad of notes out of his pocket and gave them to Brutus “For the widows and childrens fund” and swept out towards the exit. Brutus undid my handcuffs and said “That was a real experience, Gene, I had three of the other girls in the screen room, with Pavlina interpreting, and they were just about prostrate with laughing; especially when you came up with the milking machine line.” Back in my room I took off the peasant dress and hung it up and got myself a glass of water. When I looked at my tablet there was an odd message. I was informed that my next three customers wanted to play Napoleon to my Josephine and to go to the storage room where Jean will provide me with the right dress and make-up and wait there while the order is sorted out, but to prepare to be taken from behind. I kept the padded cotton bra on but shed the panties, added a white, lacy waist cincher, with suspenders, and put on stockings. I gave my orifice a good wipe and added some cream before putting on a robe and went down to the store room.
Jean dressed me in a creation of satin and lace, with big petticoats, and added sparkly shoes with big bows on them and, when I looked in the mirror, could see the popular version of Josephine looking back at me. Jean told me I would be working in bedroom six, just next door, and that she would be there between ‘consults’ to tidy me up. “You got a fetish room as your first and now a consecutive character, you are certainly going into the deep end” she said as we waited for further instruction. A couple of minutes later her tablet gave us the message to go to bedroom six and wait for the Emperor to return from his battles. This was getting more like charades by the moment. I waited in the bedroom and then there was a knock on the door and our 'maid' ushered my first Napoleon into the room. I greeted him as ‘Your Greatness’ and asked him of his day so far. We had a discussion about the pressures of being so great and powerful and then he got me to lean over the bed while he took me from behind. As he was removing his condom, he pushed the button to be let out and said that the world needed him to take care of it and thanked me for the relief of his pressure. When the ‘maid’ opened the door to escort him downstairs he just said “Farewell, sweet Josephine, don’t wait up.” and swept out.
Jean came in and attended to my orifice, made sure my make-up was still good and left me alone again, saying “More of the same, I think” as she went out. I stood there thinking that I felt nothing, no elation, no satisfaction, no remorse. The knock came on the door and the cycle began again. In all, I serviced five pompous little men, one after the other, over a period of three hours. After the last had left, Jean told me to come to the storage room where she removed my dress and shoes, gave me back my robe and told me to go up to my room and take a shower. Pavlina was giving me a break until the evening so I was to calm down and heat myself a snack.
While I rested I considered my position. I had acted like the country girl and then the noble lady so far, and it seemed to please the customers. I had worried about being ‘ploughed’ but had just taken five dicks in a row with just an odd feeling about my anus at the moment; but no feelings one way or the other. Was I a true puta at heart? I then felt wetness in my buttocks and had to clean myself up. I realised that this was why I had been supplied with tampons and, after much procrastination, inserted one. I relaxed with my snack and read a book I had brought with me and was suddenly woken by the buzzing of my tablet with a new message. I was told that I was to dress in a cocktail gown, with stockings and jewellery, and meet a lady in the transition room in half an hour and take her to bedroom two. She expected lesbian sex with the real thing but to pretend I was using a dildo. I carefully dressed as required and, when I looked in the mirror, thought I could love this girl that I saw.
Down in the second security room I entered my code on the panel so they knew I was ready. The customer came through from the waiting room and I said “Madame, I am Genesis and I welcome you to our little abode.” She said she was Michelle and I ushered her up to bedroom two and we went in. As I closed the door I told her that she was lovely and that I did not deserve to be with such a beauty this evening. She took up the conversation and asked me what I wanted to do and I had to answer, in all honesty, that I would like to kiss her. We came together, tentatively, and kissed lightly. I took her shoulders and pulled her towards me and kissed her properly. It was if a dam had broken and she responded with passion. I started to undo her clothes as we kissed and then, all at once, she was in her underwear. I shed my dress to reveal myself in a bustier and stockings. It seemed to accelerate her fervour and we fell on the bed together. I used all of my old skills to kiss and fondle her and then used my mouth to good effect. She was on her third orgasm when she cried that she wanted it in her and I whispered that I had just attached ‘Mr Happy’ and quickly slipped the condom on. She was nice and wet and I slipped in easily and then took all the time in the world. She orgasmed again before I was even close so I held off until I could feel her building up to another one and finally managed to climax in time with her.
She just lay there, shuddering from the effort, and I took the opportunity to slip into the ensuite to remove the condom, have a quick wipe and pull my panties up to preserve the lesbian picture. I sat on the side of the bed and ran my fingers over her body. When she opened her eyes I leaned over and kissed her deeply. “Genesis, you are truly the mistress of your craft. If I wasn’t already married I could take you home and have you all to myself.” I said “Michelle, I could tell that you have been holding yourself tight for a long time. You must allow yourself to be happy with your own body and your own life. I think you have allowed others to tell you what to do and it had become dangerous to your own sanity. When you go home tonight, give your husband the best night he has ever had and do not allow him to fob you off. I guess he is in a worse shape than you were.” We got off the bed and I helped her dress and kissed her lovingly before she left. “I am going to have to tell my friend, Portia, about you; she has been looking for true love again for some thirty years and I think you will be good for her.” She gave me some notes from her bag and I took her down to the exit, kissing her goodbye. I knocked on the screen room door after she had gone and gave Brutus the money to pass on to Pavlina. He told me I had done more than my duty today and that the rest of the night was mine. I went up to my room, undressed and showered, before putting on a nightie and, slipping into bed, had a very good night of deep sleep.
Sunday morning I was up early and went for a walk in the local area before meeting the other girls at the Vegaviana for my smoothie. They all stood up and hugged me and Emilita told me that I had done a magnificent job yesterday. I said that the previous morning I had asked about them acting unfazed by the experiences and, this morning, I now fully understood the feeling. I joked that one Napoleon had been enough in his own day but five was a bit over the top. I did say that the whole group reminded me of members of a district council and Emilita said “Funny about that, Gene, they are! They are all also members of the ‘Emperor Club’. I expect they will tell their friends in the ‘Louis Society’ and you will find yourself as Marie Antoinette next week, to be visited by a group of Louis Sixteenths.” We chatted happily and then Parnima told me that I was to be there, for breakfast, at nine thirty on Monday morning as it was the day we all went to see our doctor and get our monthly check up. I was to expect to have bloods taken. She then said that she thought that I now should be fitted with my own breasts as it looked like I would be doing more nude sessions in the future. I asked if I would be given hormones as well and was told that they wanted me as a she-male, not a transgender. She asked me if I liked being a woman enough to go all the way and I told her that maybe that would be a path I could take after my work with them. She said that, if I carry on as I have so far, I would certainly have enough money to pay for it.
It was another long opening time and we were all back in business in the afternoon. I think that I was being treated lightly as most of my eight customers that day were straight blow-jobs, some with the kinky stuff added. I did, however, find myself hanging from the pulley in the dungeon while a chap with a swastika armband tried to get me to talk by whipping my body with a cane. This was easy to take as I had been supplied with a special dress that had lots of padding. I think I upset him by singing ‘La Marseillaise’. He ended up cursing in German, letting me down enough so that he could take me from behind, as usual, before stalking out of the room muttering Zeig Hails to himself. He did leave a good tip so I must have come up to scratch.
Marianne G 2020
Toddling Along
The Monday was as planned. First was breakfast, then on to the doctors where we all were checked over. I had a full check-up with bloods and a urine sample. I was told that there was anything odd they would contact Pavlina. Then on to a transgender store where I had my skin tone matched to a pair of breasts and they were stuck on to my chest. It certainly made a difference when I stood up and tried to walk. Pavlina told me that I now knew why women walked with their shoulders back. Then we visited a lingerie shop where I was measured and fitted for my very first bra. I bought a half a dozen in various colours; but they were all very sexy and uplifting. Well, when I walked out of there with one on my spirits were uplifted as well. I also bought matching bikini panties which I would have to remember to pack when I went back to the farm.
As it was a late starting day, Pavlina and I had lunch and then I was taken to a beauty salon where I had a session of laser hair removal on my face. I was told I would have to go back for a few more sessions but they said that I would not need many more because of my light beard.
Back at the whiskeria I went up to put away my purchases, have a shower and wait for the opening time at five ’o’ clock. It must have been a slow evening as I only had a couple of normal customers; that is, if you consider gay men wanting a she-male to give them the treatment. Pavlina knew that two were my limit at the moment so I ended up being told to go to bed around eleven. Next morning it was back to the salon for more laser work and, while I was there, was coerced into getting acrylic nails that were more permanent than the ones I had been given only a couple of weeks ago. The whole week just flew by and, by Friday, I was considered to be a good worker.
Saturday was really odd, as far as my customers were concerned. My first was at three and was a young lad who was booked in for three hours in the dungeon. My message told me that I was his sixteenth birthday present and to see what way he wanted to go. Not knowing whether to go dominatrix or slave, I just wore a summer dress with sandals. When I met him in the security room he looked relieved at my ordinary dress and then asked me if it would be all right if we could not go to the dungeon. I said I would see if it could be arranged and looked at a small light up in one corner. It flashed four times so I used my pass code and took him to bedroom four. When we got in he sat on the bed and started crying so I sat beside him and cuddled him like a mother would. He howled for about a quarter of an hour and I provided him with tissues and told him it was all right, he was safe with me.
When he finally was able to talk, I held him to me as he told me about his home life. He had two fathers and his birth mother had died before he was a year old. He was a surrogate child and his two fathers had brought him up. The problem was that he found their lifestyle almost too much to bear. One was a big guy with a beard and wore leather straps and a codpiece around the house, while the other usually wore a dog suit and collar. “You will notice them in the Gay Pride next month” he told me “one taking the other for a walk.” He said that he had been booked into the dungeon so that he could work out whether he was a master or a slave when he tried both. The big problem for him was that he thought he may be straight. “They are going to be so upset when I tell them; they may kick me out of the house.” At this he started crying again so I cuddled him some more.
When he settled again I told him that I was not able to help him today but that I would get someone who could. He nodded and I went to the door and pressed the call button. When our ‘maid’ knocked I opened it and whispered to her that we needed to swap me for the youngest true girl that was available to bring a virgin into the real world. She nodded and I closed the door and went back to him. I told him that he should make his own life and that there would be a lovely young lady who will replace me and give him the experience he needed. I also told him that I was sure there would be a girl for him in the future and that he would make a wonderful, caring, husband. There was a knock on the door and I opened it and let Celestina into the room. I left them to it and went back to my room. Celestina told me, at breakfast on Sunday, that he had been a lovely person and was also very much in need of some proper loving. She said that it was another two hours before he dragged himself out of the room and she was sure that his fathers’ lifestyle was no longer an option.
I got another couple of blow jobs in before Saturday evening, one while the guy was spreadeagled on the iron bedstead with a penis gag firmly in place. The other was my friendly judge and we discussed the effect of hot coffee on ones groin and the nursing treatment needed to relieve the pain. Later, in my room, my tablet buzzed and I saw that I had just the one customer for the evening, a lady who wanted me to be dressed in a certain way, as per a photo she had sent by email, and to call myself Yvette. She was due in an hour so, about twenty minutes later I went down to Jean to see what I would look like. I had a matching bra and panty set on under my robe and Jean made me up, referring to a photo. I was then dressed in a simple light pink twin set and a black pencil skirt with three inch heels. Finally I was given a blonde wig that was firmly attached to my own hair. When I looked in the mirror I nearly fainted as I saw my own Aunt Yvette looking back at me. I looked at the photo and my blood ran cold as it was a picture I had seen before, a few years ago, on my Aunts sideboard when I cleared out her room in the nursing home after she had passed away.
This was going to be an interesting evening and I calmed myself so that I could greet the lady with a smile. When she came in from the waiting room she looked at me and the blood left her face. I had to sit her on the little seat for a little while and then could take her up to the bedroom we had been allocated. She sat on the bed and told me to sit on a chair while she got herself sorted. She told me that, in nearly thirty years, she had been in many rooms like this, with many girls who were given the same picture to work with, but she had never seen someone who got everything right. She got quite emotional and I went and sat beside her to comfort her. Two weepers in one day, what was I doing here, acting as a puta or a psychiatrist? After a while she lifted her face to me and I gave her a gentle kiss and told her that I would be her Yvette tonight.
She shuddered and said that I even sounded like her. I asked her why she was looking for Yvette and she told me that it was because Yvette was her true love but died a long time ago. We got more amorous and slowly stripped. I really took my time tonight and it was after about an hour of kissing, cuddling and a bit of licking before she was naked and laying on the bed. As I kissed her body, from her lips to my final destination, I examined her closely. I saw that she had two puckered scars on her chest and another on her stomach and my mind was in a whirl as I worked on her with my tongue. She had shuddered with an orgasm a couple of times before I told her I was putting on ‘Mr Happy’ and slid a condom on my stiff member. I still took my time to kiss her body back up to her lips and, as we kissed deeply, I entered her.
I was slow and gentle and, by the time she finally climaxed, she was calling out my name and telling me how much she loved me. I stayed in her as I had not climaxed myself and she told me that I was wonderful. I slowly started to move again and her eyes shot open and she just whispered “Oh, yes please” so I took her to another orgasm which we arrived at in unison. After taking my weight off her, I lay facing away from her and took off the condom, then pulled my panties up again. I lay on my back beside her and held her hand and she started weeping softly. I cuddled her and told her that everything was going to be all right. She told me that her friend had spent time with me last week and had recommended me. Her friend said to tell me that she had followed my advice and that her husband had come back to the fold again. She then said, in a strong voice “What do you do on Sunday?” I told her that we all had breakfast together and that we opened at 2 pm to stay open to 2 am in the morning. “So I could have you all day if I pay for twelve hours?” she asked, and I had to say that this would assure her of my company. She then told me to be ready out the front at ten and to expect to be brought back at ten in the evening. I thought that this was one very rich lady and I also knew I was going to have to get to the bottom of the mystery, so readily agreed. We kissed and dressed and kissed again when the ‘maid’ answered the call to take her downstairs. “See you in the morning, my love” she whispered as she left.
I gave her five minutes and then went down to the security room and knocked on the wall. When Brutus let me in I went to see Pavlina to ask her just who I had been with. She told me that the lady was Portia and was the owner of a big security company in Madrid which specialised in computer security and that she was very rich. “So rich, she paid for the rest of your night as well as twelve hours tomorrow and a tip. Well done, girl. Just don’t cross her as I have been told she can look after herself.” I went back up to my own room and undressed, showered and got a nightie on before laying in the bed, in the dark, trying to get my head around the situation. I fell asleep with just the one question in my mind – what happened to put my Aunt into a wheelchair and leave three bullet scars on Portias’ body?
Marianne G 2020
Short Pause
In the morning I took extra care in washing and checking my face for any sign of returning hair. Not finding any I made myself up in a similar way to last night, put on a bra and panty set and studied my wardrobe for something suitable. I remembered that my Aunt had another photo of herself in a button through dress and I had a denim one in the wardrobe so put it on, adding some ankle boots and jewellery. Before leaving I made sure that my passport was in my bag, along with the usual items. Down at the breakfast the girls commented on how good I looked and I told them I was going out for the day, fully paid for, and would see them on Monday morning.
At ten I was standing outside the whiskeria as a black Skoda pulled up. I went to the passenger door and got in next to Portia. We greeted each other and she drove off. We travelled through the city in silence until she said that she had really let herself go last night and apologised for her actions. I told her not to be sorry as it was a wonderful experience for us both. She then said that I looked like Yvette today as well and asked if she could keep calling me by that name. As we drove she told me that she had come to Madrid around 1990 and, with some money she had, she bought a small consultant security company, growing it to where it was today with over a hundred employees. When she told me the name of the company I realised that I had dealt with it in my former life and that it was, indeed, a very good outfit.
We went out of the city, into a leafy suburb, where she pulled into the driveway of a mansion. When she stopped we got out of the car and she led me into the house and straight up to her bedroom where we spent the next two hours, naked and sweaty. She insisted that I keep my penis in full view and not to wear a condom as she was well too old to conceive and I had a beautiful, full body, experience. I have to say she was a tiger this morning. When she could take no more we got showered and redressed and got back in the car to drive to a little restaurant where she was known. We sat at a secluded booth and had a good lunch. I saw that the restaurant had a cocktail bar and I asked her if she would like a cocktail. She smiled and said it would be nice and that it was a typical Yvette action, yet again. I told her I would surprise her with my choice and went up to the bar and ordered two cocktails. When I returned to the table I put a Black Russian in front of her and a Manhattan in my place, then sat down and said “Why don’t you tell me all about that night in 1989 when it all turned to shit, Sylphide?”
She had stiffened when she saw the two cocktails and now put her hand into her bag, beside her, and said “I have a gun in my bag, and the barrel is pointing at your guts. You will tell me now how you knew all these details and also tell me who put you up to it or I will take you somewhere quiet and shoot you.” I smiled and said that, if she could hold off a bit, I would put my own bag on the table and take out my passport before I said anything else. She said “This had better be good as you have called me by a name that no-one in Madrid knows, as well as given me a drink that holds a lot of memories.”
I put my bag on the table and slid my passport out, leaving it on the table between us. “The woman you have been trying to find; the woman you think was dead, was my Aunt, Yvette Orleon. Open the passport now, please.” She opened the passport and looked at my name. “She died that night, I know it” she snarled. “Funny” I said “she said the same about you when I used to visit her.”
She insisted that I now talk about something that only she and Yvette would know. I smiled and said “All right, how about the twenty fifth of June, 1989. The night you met. She had joined the police in Biarritz some years before and had been transferred to Paris. You and she worked from different stations but, that night, you were both rostered on as crowd control, in uniform, at a pop concert at La Cigale. It was David Bowey with a band called Tin Machine and she told me it put her off his music for life. She did have, funnily enough, a picture of him on her sideboard which she said was there to remind her of her true love. She told me that the most work you had to do that night was to keep the patrons that were leaving after the first song in some sort of order as you thought that there could be stampede injuries should someone fall. She told me about the bar you went to afterwards and these cocktails you drank before ending up in her apartment. She did also mention some of the things you got up to with the police issue mini-truncheon.”
At that she took her hand out of her bag and I saw tears forming. She said “They told me she was gone.” I said that yes, she had gone; but gone to England to a hospital near her brother and his new wife, my parents. I told her that I was born some five years later and had visited her often at the nursing home between the time I turned six and the time she died in 2016. I told her that Yvette used to keep me enthralled with her stories of police work, especially after she went into undercover operations. She was weeping freely and asked why Yvette was in the nursing home and I told her that my Aunt had seen her lover take three bullets that night before taking one herself that damaged her spinal cord. She had been in a wheelchair the rest of her life.
I then told her that I wanted to know what happened because my Aunt couldn’t tell me. She had told me that she had been given a lump sum and pension by the police but they had never told her why she was shot. I said that I had tried to research it on the internet but had only come up with reports of a stone throwing mob.
“Oh, my god,” she wailed, “Yvette lived so long and I never thought to question the facts. The truth of the story is that the night was less than a month after we met. We were rostered to go undercover to try and calm down the rioters. We had done it before and had defused a few nasty situations. We would try and shame the ringleaders by telling them that they were not doing any good by destroying street lights and throwing bins. The night was the two hundredth anniversary of the French Revolution and the day before the start of the G7 Summit.”
“Mitterand was keen to keep it all peaceful in front of George Bush and Margaret Thatcher and the others so there was a big police turn-out. We were caught in the front of a screaming mob in one of the side streets and a rookie gendarme got so frightened he took out his gun and fired wildly at the rioters. Unfortunately he only managed to hit the two of us. It did, however, have the effect of clearing the scene. I was told all of this some months later, after I had been in hospital for some time. They wanted it kept quiet and, in order to ensure that, they gave me an identity change and a rather generous amount of money and told me to leave the country. I was so desolate from losing Yvette I came to Spain and found a small security company that I purchased and grew into the large organisation it now is.”
She looked at my passport again and said she would now have to call me Gene and then asked me if I did any other work. I told her that, up until a few weeks ago, I had been a computer specialist and she said “That’s where I remember the name; you did some good work for us about eighteen months ago.” I nodded at that and said that I now wondered if I would ever go back to that life. She told me that I would be stupid to let my talent wither, and that I could do that work as easily as a woman, perhaps easier as people would not believe a woman had those skills. She was calming down now and we picked up our drinks and I said “To Yvette, a very lovely woman” and we drank. I can’t say that I enjoyed the Manhattan but it was an effective prop for the moment.
When we left the restaurant she took my arm and we just walked. She insisted that I tell her about Yvettes’ life in England and I also told her where she was buried. Back at the car we got in and she took me to her company. She led me into the building which, of course, ran 24/7 with security monitoring. I was led to an inner zone where several men were looking at screens, mainly showing street scenes. “This is where we search for felons and the like” she told me “we try to find out where they are likely to be from the email traffic and then set up hidden cameras. We use face recognition software and get some good results. Ha! Here is Joseph, he is looking for a particularly nasty hacker who seems to be able to insert malware into the computers of his target company, seemingly without the use of Trojan horses or embedding a virus.” I was introduced to Joseph as Gene Orleon and he said that he had thought he had been dealing with a man, all those months ago, and said that if he had known he was dealing with such a lovely lady, he would have created and excuse to visit me in England.
Portia took us both to a secure office and sat us down. She said that the hacker Joseph was after was a guy called Claude. She said they had thought he was gay but even setting him up with one of their gay operatives did not work. She said that they now thought that Claude was actually only interested in girly men and I may be able to get alongside him. Josephs’ eyes grew wide and he said, “You actually are a man? I would never have guessed. Wow!!” Portia then asked if I could help them out. I told her that I was committed to the whiskeria but was sure I could be allowed to help her as long as my time away was paid for. “After all, that’s why a puta is a puta.” She said the company would pay for my time for as long as it takes and I replied that it had better not take too long as I was leaving Madrid for two weeks come Friday morning.
Marianne G 2020
Slight Detour. Part 1
At this she took out her phone and called Pavlina, asking if it would be all right for her to pay for my time up to close of business Thursday evening and they came to an arrangement, with a bulk discount. I was affronted – only a week on the shelves and I am already consigned to the discount bin! She then turned to me and explained what she wanted me to do.
“Gene, what we will want you to do is to try and get close to Claude and try to get him to take you home. We know where he eats, drinks and shops but we have never discovered his home base. We will equip you with the technical stuff that will allow us to track your movements and there will also be a panic button if you get into trouble. This guy is not known for violence but is a bit of an enigma. He does not frequent internet cafes and does not even carry a smart phone. If he had we could have tracked him a long time ago. He always seems to disappear when he enters a particular shopping centre but we cannot see how he does it. He does, however, meet up with Manuel, our gay operative, for lunch on Mondays at a little café, so that is where we will place you next to him. Have you any questions?” I said that I realised that if he took me home it may be an overnight stay and she nodded. She then told me that Monday morning we would go shopping for the right outfit that she thought Claude would like but, in the meantime, I would stay with her at the mansion so we could carry on our conversation in private.
We left Joseph to sort out the technical equipment. I did tell him that as we had scanners that could detect senders at the whiskeria, it was possible that Claude had similar, so we needed any electronics to be able to be turned off, perhaps a single touch off button and an internal timer to turn it on again. He said he may have just the thing. Portia and I went back to the whiskeria where Pavlina let me in around her office and I went up to my room to put together a small bag of needed supplies for the four days. I had to wait outside for Portia to return as she had gone around several blocks, following the one-way system, while I was inside. Before going to her mansion we went out of the city to a country restaurant and had a lovely early dinner, before going home for an evening of pure love.
When I woke Monday morning I had to pinch myself to make sure I had, actually, woken up, as I was being cuddled lovingly, a situation I had not experienced for a few years. I did, however, have a pressing need, so extracted myself from her arms and made my way to the toilet. After washing my hands I came back to find her sitting up in bed with a silly smile on her face. “You have no idea how good I feel this morning, Gene, I don’t think I had ever had a night like that before. I know you work as a puta but there is only love I feel with you while we are together. I don’t think I have transferred my love for Yvette to you as she did not have the equipment you have, but I do feel that her spirit is hovering close. I will do my very best to keep you safe this week.”
We had breakfast in the nude, making sure not to spill the coffee, and then showered together. This did take a bit longer than it usually does but her hot water service was up to it. After we had dried we both dressed, me in the denim button-through dress and her in blouse, jeans and boots. We drove into the shopping precinct and we hit the dress shops. Eventually we chose a short sheath with dark stockings and medium heels. It was fire engine red and, of course, I needed a bag to go with it. We dropped into the company and I met Manuel. We discussed how we would work this and decided that I was a previous boyfriend of his who in town from just across the border. Claude was also a French Basque. I knew enough about my fathers’ history to be able to talk about the area so we hoped that I could make the connection that way.
He would meet Claude, as usual, and prime him with the news that Gene, an old boyfriend, had contacted him and he had agreed to meet me so we could have the afternoon together, just for old times. The only thing was that Gene had gone all girly since they had last lived together. Joseph gave me a locket on a chunky chain and a pair of earrings with large coloured stones set in gold. He showed me how the locket was a mini camera and how I used it. The earrings looked like the stone was quite thick but he told me that this was an optical illusion. One was a miniature GPS sender with an on/off button that worked if you squeezed the stone against the backing, an action that could be made to look natural. The sender had a tiny mark near the attachment so you knew which side it was on. The other was my panic button. It was off until squeezed in the same way but would ensure that help would be on its way.
Back at the mansion I was prepared for the fray. With red underwear, suspender belt and dark stockings, the red dress looked absolutely fabulous on me. Portia made sure my hair looked good and touched up my make-up to appear a bit slutty. I put on the jewellery and made sure the GPS was working (it was slaved to Portias’ smart phone), and we set off for the appointment with the hacker. She dropped me off well around the corner from the café and wished me luck. I strolled along the street and around the corner, catching sight of Manuel and my target for the first time. Claude was looking my way when I came into view and I could see his eyes light up. He was middle aged and looked fit, dressed well and carried himself with a confidence that only comes with success. As I walked towards them he told Manuel to turn around and, when he saw me, I waved. As I approached the table they both stood and I greeted Manuel with a hug and a kiss, saying that it was wonderful to see him and how good he looked. I then asked “Who’s your friend, you sly dog?” He said it was nothing like that and that this was Claude, a straight friend who had resisted his approaches.
I sat down and we chatted away. Claude and I were talking about the other side of the border and getting on like the proverbial house on fire. Eventually, he looked at his watch and said “I am so sorry, dear friends, but I do have a meeting with my lawyer this afternoon but I will be a bit forward and ask you, lovely Gene, if you would have dinner with me this evening?” I said I would love to and he mentioned a restaurant and a time and I said I would see him there. After he left we continued to chat about old times when I was a guy and we lived together, just in case he had slipped a microphone under the table or his chair. We then walked off towards Manuels’ car, hand in hand. He dropped me off at the mansion where Portia met me, telling me that I had done well. They had been monitoring the table with a microphone down the street so knew everything we had said. I was put back into the denim dress and my boots and Portia bundled me back in her car to go and get a dress that would suit that particular restaurant.
It just had to be red, again, and it was long and slinky. I could use the same shoes and bag. Back at the mansion I was put into a bubble bath and had my hair washed. Once again I dressed to impress and was, once more, dropped off around the corner. I walked carefully towards the entrance and I saw him standing there, waiting for me. I had a sudden feeling that it was nice to have a man waiting for my arrival and wondered what it would be like if I could organise something permanent along the same line, in the distant future.
Marianne G 2020
Slight Detour. Part 2
As I approached him he smiled and I thought that he was damn handsome so my own smile was genuine and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. Inside we were shown a secluded table and the waiter pulled out my chair for me. We placed our drink order and looked at the menu. Portia had told me that this restaurant specialised in fish so that was what I ordered. While waiting for our meal we sipped our drinks and I asked him what he did for a living. He told me he was a computer specialist contractor and worked with various companies in the Madrid area and a few beyond. He was evasive about the detail and I knew not to ask any questions that revealed my own expertise. When he asked me what I did I told him I worked on a farm and did local deliveries of vegetables and eggs. He asked me why I was in town and I told him I had appointments with my re-assignment surgeon to decide on a date of my surgery.
This caused him to look at me closely and he told me that I looked all girl to him. I replied that I was, except for a bit that was due to be inverted and a couple of bits that had not yet been added. I saw a little bead of sweat on his brow at that. We had a lovely meal and, after he had settled up, he took my hand and we walked along the street. “Gene, my dear, I have taken the chance that you would say yes to book a room for the night at the hotel just along the road. Please say yes.” “With you, I think yes is the only answer” I said.
We went into the hotel and went up to a room where we kissed and stripped and dived into bed. He was a good lover and played me like a musical instrument. The only hiccup was when I insisted he wore a condom but he was so far along I could have insisted on a suit of armour and he would have complied. Later on I gave him what I had received and he was really flying. We went to sleep in rumpled sheets and, when I woke in the early hours, he was on his back, with a morning glory, snoring quietly. I woke him with my mouth and he was groaning as I slid up and down his shaft. He finally came into my mouth and I decided to, just this once, swallow it. Afterwards I went to the bathroom and rinsed out my mouth and sit on the toilet. Back in the bedroom he was sitting on the side of the bed, going through my bag. I asked him if he wanted to borrow my tampons and he looked ashamed but said that he had to make sure I was genuine. I told him that I would be after the operation and he put my bag back on the chair and stood up to fold me in his arms and kiss me deeply. “I have many enemies” he said “who would stop at nothing to attack me and my reputation. I had to make certain. Do you forgive me?” I told him that I would only forgive him if he made me happy again before breakfast. We went back to bed and, a bit later, he did that by taking me from the rear while stroking my own penis. We came together and I think he was happy.
Tuesday morning we had breakfast sent to the room and then showered and dressed. I looked as if I had been out all night and told him I would have to have a taxi to take me home. I put on the locket and earrings and we left the hotel. He told me that he would like to meet me at the café where we had first met; mid-afternoon and I agreed to meet him. I had him give the taxi driver an address near the Ministry of Justice and I set off. After I had paid off the taxi I walked to a park bench and waited for the black Skoda. After about five minutes Portia drew up and I got in. We went back to the mansion where I stripped and had another shower before my de-briefing.
Portia was of the opinion that he was being very careful and had used the hotel room to ensure his own safety. I did not have the heart to tell her how much I enjoyed the night. We had lunch and I put on the denim dress and my own shoes, loading my bag with more supplies. She dropped me off two blocks from the café, this time, in a different direction. I walked to the café and thought about my recent experience. I had thought that he was handsome, had fun talking to him, and freely gave myself as a woman to him. Could my cover story have a hint of truth in it?
He was sitting at the same table and stood as I walked up to him. He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply while I melt into his body. “Hello, Gene, I am so glad you came, I want you to spend the night with me again, but this time in my home.” I said that I would go anywhere with him and kissed him. We walked up to the main road and flagged down a taxi, which dropped us off at a large shopping centre. I asked what are we shopping for and he told me that it would be a surprise. We walked along the main concourse and into a side arcade. I looked into a dress shop window and scratched my ear, turning off the GPS sender. Towards the end of the arcade there was a corridor that was supposed to lead to the Centre Management and seemed to zigzag. We walked past the office entrance to an unmarked door, which he opened with a key. On the other side was a short corridor and he waited for a few moments before opening the next door. I had been right and this was his security scanner.
We went into a luxurious apartment and I wondered at its existence. He told me that he had been able to insert it into the plans of the shopping centre as a store area when the plans were being drawn up and had fitted it out himself over a few months. The only problem being that there were no windows but it was serviced by the shopping centre air conditioning and his power was free. He showed me the lounge, kitchen and bedroom “We will come back to that later” and then let me peek into his work room, a veritable command centre that almost matched the one at the whiskeria. I saw screens that showed the corridors leading to his lair and another showed the general area outside the entrance to the corridor. I joked that my husband would never be able to surprise me in a compromising situation while I was here. He said it was all so he would never be surprised. I asked “What about when you are not here?” and he told me there were automatic defence systems in place.
I then smiled and said that I thought that I was ready to defend myself now and started to unbutton my dress. He took me by the hand and we went into the bedroom. We did not need to rush so I undressed fully and put my jewellery on the sideboard, turning the GPS back on as I did so. I noticed a number of photographs in frames and, although one caught my eye, I didn’t pause. We got into his bed and made love, no, we didn’t couple frantically, we made genuine love and it took an hour before he came. Afterwards we showered and dressed and left the apartment to go back into the shopping centre to get our dinner at one of the restaurants. I noticed Portia and Joseph as we ate but they stayed well away from us. Afterwards we went back to our private corridor, he stopping for a moment to see if we were followed, and went back to the apartment. We spent all night in the throes of passion and I was starting to regret my place in this guys’ downfall.
In the morning I showered first and he went to shower while I dressed. I had a good look at the pictures on the sideboard as I put my earrings on, turning the GPS off again as I did so. One, in particular, was very interesting. It was like a poem but was twelve lines of computer code. I almost gasped as I read it as it was the most devious bit of code I have ever seen. I took a picture of it just in time as he came into the bedroom as I was putting my locket on. He asked me what I was looking at and I said that I never had met anyone who had a picture of gobbledygook on their sideboard. He told me that it was very important gobbledygook to him and was the secret to his success in life. I told him I would rather have a picture of a pussycat and turned around to kiss him. He was naked and hard but I didn’t want to get undressed so just went down on my knees and gave him a slow blow job, swallowing like I had come to enjoy.
We had a light breakfast and went out into the shopping centre just as they were opening so melted into the crowd of Wednesday morning shoppers. He put me into a taxi and I gave the driver the same address as before and we pulled away while I gave him a sad wave goodbye. I turned the earring on again and Portia picked me up at the park bench and we went to the security company for the debriefing. I told them that there was, indeed, a security screen on the way in. I described the layout of the apartment and the command centre. I told them that they would never be able to surprise him as he had all the entrances covered and there were no windows or doors other than the entrance. They said they had been able to track the GPS when it was inside the apartment and had been able to pick out the location on the plans. Portia and Joseph sat back and she said “We don’t seem to be any closer. We now know where he lives but he has made himself impregnable.”
I was taking off my earrings and then, as I took off the locket I gave it to Joseph and told him to be very careful with the picture on it as it was dynamite. As he went off to download the picture, Portia asked me what was on it. I told her it was the most devious twelve lines of code I have ever seen. It told the computer it was sent to that it was to befriend the next IP code it was sent and not to question any commands this IP sent. He did not have to send malware or a virus, he just had to get access and tell the target computer what he wanted it to do. If he used a circuitous system of links he would never be found. At that she gave me a big kiss. Joseph came back into the room with a smile on his face and said “I don’t care if you were a man, Gene, I love you” and nearly crushed the life out of me as he gave me a very passionate kiss as well.
They sat down and looked at the picture while Joseph said that, with this, they could go through the systems of all the computers that had been targeted and remove the command, putting in a firewall command so that the code could never be used again. Leaving him to his work, Portia took me out to lunch. Over our meal I was a bit silent and she asked me what my problem was. I had to answer that I had been carried away by my experiences over the last two nights and was now uncertain with my future. I didn’t know whether I would continue as a puta for very long or if I would find a man who would love me as I was. I told her that Claude had made me weak at the knees at times and that I almost fell in love with him. I knew that he had finished with me as he had not asked me for any contact details this morning and had no way of inviting me back to his bed. I said that I felt some remorse at bringing his world crashing down but he needed to be stopped, even If I may cry myself to sleep some time.
We went back to the company and I was given the full induction tour and supplied with an ID pass. “You are now one of us” Portia told me “we may need your expert eye again.” Over the rest of the day and into Thursday, I caught up with developments in my field of expertise and Portia did not avail herself of my sexual skills until Thursday evening, when we spent a very slow few hours with me back in the arms of a lover. Friday morning she dropped me off at the door of the whiskeria and I kissed her as I got out. She handed me a card and told me that I was to call her any time. She then said that she was going to book my full twelve hours every Sunday I was back in Madrid.
I went inside and up to my room, where I packed my bag to head back to the farm, dropping it off near the door as I went to have breakfast with my sisters. I was asked how my week had been and I replied that it had been interesting and fulfilling but had also been a bit worrying; and I left it at that. Later in the morning the bus pulled up and the other girls got out, hugged us all and we left Madrid for the safety of the farm.
Marianne G 2020
Back on the Right Path
On the way back to the farm I had Emilita sitting next to me. She asked me how I managed to have five days off in my first stint and I said I was just lucky, I guess. I did point out that every opening hour that I missed was paid for and she did have to concede the point. Celestina wanted to know about the lady with the black Skoda and I told them she was called Portia and owned a big security company and liked the way we had sex. That seemed to settle them. I knew the rest of it was so wild they would never believe me, even though it was true.
Back at the farm we all put our things away and got started with our laundry. We all had an afternoon snack and I went for a walk around the farm yard. I was leaning against a rail fence as Parnima came up to me and said, in a quiet voice “That was some week for a novice. Do you still want to join us?” I waited a while and said that I do, but it must be understood that it would not be for ever, maybe a year or two. She said “I understand, we all came in thinking it was a finite experience but some of us have been here for five years or more. I think, in your case, your computer skills will be in more demand in the future.” I asked how much it would cost to join and she said it was ten thousand Euros, which I got back on leaving, plus my accrued profit share. In the meantime I would get free board and lodging and an allowance each week. She told me that I had already earned the first two allowances, which she would pay, in cash, at dinner tonight, when the other girls got theirs. I said I would join and she told me that my wallet, with my cards, would be given to me tonight and that the transaction could be done through the internet from the office computer.
As we walked back to the big house she said that none of the other girls had been serviced by five men in a row while wearing a single costume and that a couple of the crew were thinking of me as some sort of puta heroine. I laughed it off and said that I had been told that there was still a number of the Louis Society yet to show. She confided that Pavlina had told her that they had been put off to four at a time, over two days of the next stint. Then she said “Oh, by the way, we are all going into Madrid on the 6th July to see the Gay Pride March. We take the bus and stick together. Sometimes we are called on to help at the whiskeria but that is unusual as most of our customers are out there with their friends. That night I became a fully-fledged sister. I had my round to do in the morning so went to bed early.
The weekend and the following week were blissful in the normal activities. Catching up with the gossip of our customers and just hanging out with the girls. Although we were all together in the Madrid house, we usually only got together for breakfast. Here we had lunches and dinners and we all took turns to cook. I was becoming a dab hand at paella and also did a few of the dishes I used to cook for myself in England. On Saturday we got our runs completed as quickly as we could and, after a late lunch, got dressed in the most colourful and revealing dresses we had. We got in the bus and drove into Madrid. We had a parking space set aside for us at one of the restaurants we delivered to so we left the bus there and walked to Atocha Station to join the revellers for the five pm start of the march.
It was a very intense atmosphere of joy and a little drink and drugs and I did not know whether I was attracted or repelled. I could see the effort that had gone into the floats and understood that, on the floats, it was all for show; but the crowds of marchers were a cross between sweetness and satire. I had been thinking of myself as a woman and had dressed accordingly and I looked out of place among the leather, frills, impossible heels, bondage and downright blatant nakedness that was around me. Some of the guys looked like King Kong in drag and there were many tattooed girls. My grandparents would have had to pay to go to a circus to see just one, yet here there were dozens. The crowds that lined the streets were more sensible but I gather that sense does not have much to do with a pride parade. I expect that I would see similar outfits pass through the whiskeria in the future and may even have to wear them myself; but that was for fantasy fulfilment, not walking through the streets. We walked with the march to the Plaza de Colon and smiled and waved dutifully at the crowds that lined the route. It was a bit of fun but, as we drove back to the farm, I was in deep thought about my own intentions.
As I tried to sleep I worried that I had done something stupid in staying here. I had been happy enough as Gene, the computer nerd and sometime hermit; I had felt a sense of release when presented with myself as Gene, the woman and puta. I realised that the puta side of it was a bit over the top and the non-stop sexual activity was not what I really wanted. All right, it was good for now and I may come out of it a little better off. At least I would be able to read people better in the future as I was starting to be able to gauge the desires of strangers by their manner. I thought of the moment before meeting Claude at the restaurant and wondered if I was truly destined to look for a good man to settle down with. For that to happen I would have to be a good woman – and make sure that my new equipment was bright, shiny and unused for him. Now there was a thought. All of a sudden I came to a decision. I was doing womens work, dressing like a woman, pretending to be a woman and so I should be the best woman I could be. I decided that I had been wearing jeans for the deliveries all the time and would start to wear dresses and skirts. I needed to find a supplier of clothing that more fitted me and my style and I really needed a stock of tights.
Next morning I woke early and had a bath, making sure that my arms and legs were well shaved; my face was already permanently smooth and I knew that I would have to schedule some visits to the salon when I was back in Madrid. I had some ‘shadow’ tights in the drawer so rolled them up my legs before putting on a bright yellow button-through dress that I found in the wardrobe, which matched a pair of yellow leather calf-length boots I found as well. I looked in the mirror and thought that Twiggy would be proud of me. The girls gave me a bit of cheek at breakfast but I told them that, as I was now a paid-up member of the team, they will have to allow me to try my best to really be one of them.
In my deliveries I found that the look went down well. More often than not I didn’t have to carry the boxes as the men were happy to oblige. I even got a few kisses on my cheek in greeting and parting. I could live with this. At one restaurant the manageress always dressed well and I asked her where she got her dresses. She gave me the address of a seamstress in Valladolid and I visited her when I was in the town. She made me strip to my underwear and made many measurements and asked me what my style was. I had to honestly say that I was in the process of finding it but was attracted to sixties and seventies styles, similar to my vestido today. She showed me some pictures and I chose a few that I liked, mainly straight skirted with a buttoned bodice or fully button through. We looked at fabrics and I was very drawn to slippery ones, just like my affinity to slips. I showed her my credit card to record and paid her a deposit, in cash, when ordering ten various dresses and a similar number of skirts. She said she would text me when they were ready to try on. Before leaving I asked if there was anywhere in the local area that did high end lingerie and she gave me an address in Salamanca that was highly recommended.
As I headed south to Salamanca I realised that I had absorbed enough Spanish to be able to carry out conversation. It had come slowly, with me having a little, augmented by French and English but now I was getting on well with just Spanish. After making my deliveries I looked for the lingerie shop and found it in a side street. I found somewhere to park the van and went in. I was greeted by a well-dressed lady who asked me what I was looking for and I said “Slips, slippery slips.” She took me to a rack of the most gorgeous slips I had ever seen. I told her my size and she pulled some out for me to feel. I was in heaven and was glad my genitals were carefully restrained. I chose seven, in various colours, along with some packs of tights and paid for them with my credit card. With my bag of dreams she gave me a loyalty card and told me to come back again, soon.
Back in my room I put my new slips and tights away in the drawers and went down to help with dinner. After dinner I logged on to my bank and made sure my credit card had some positive balance as it was going to get a hammering over the next few weeks. When I looked at my normal account I saw that I was still well-off but would now need to get some work in if I finished here. I looked up gender reassignment specialists in Madrid and noted the addresses and phone numbers.
The week passed in a haze of femininity and I thought that I was, at last, on the right path.
Marianne G 2020
Going Around in Circles
Friday came around as it usually does and we all went back to Madrid in the bus. After the change-over we put our things in our room and retreated to the Vegaviana for our late lunch. Pavlina commented on the new girl with the big smile and I told her I was trying hard to be just that. She told me that my evening would wipe the smile off my face as I had five Louis Sixteenths to service and that they had booked out my entire evening. However, she did say that she had staggered the blow jobs to give me some recovery time. The kicker was that two of them had booked a second visit and wanted to have me together so she had put it at the end of the night. They also wanted me to be a normal girl on the second visit. I also was booked the following Friday with the other five of their society. She also told me that Portia had booked me fully for both Sundays I was here. Well, I had four of my fourteen days fully booked; wonder what will fill the rest. When I commented on it she said that the judge would be in on Saturday afternoon and wanted me to discuss the case of the socialite and the Alsatian Hound. Oh boy was he getting off the planet!
The day passed too quickly and, just after five, I was dressed as Marie Antoinette and waiting in room one with no knickers under my huge dress. The first Louis was very shy, almost as if he didn’t want to be there. I finally managed to get him aroused enough for a blow job but I could feel his heart was not in it. The second was a straight forward rear penetration, with the kicker that he wanted me to penetrate him. Even Louis wasn’t that weird. The last three was two penetrations and a blow job and I was finished with them all by nine. I went up to my room and took my time having a shower and picking a normal, summer dress and redid my make-up to be more like my normal look.
I went back to the bedroom and used my code to let myself in. About five minutes later our ‘maid’ ushered the two boys in. I was not surprised to see it was the first two. I sat them on the edge of the bed and asked them what the problem was earlier; I told them that their hearts were not in the earlier scenario. One told me that they were only in the Louis Society for the connections for work as the members were all high level lawyers, while they were up and coming. The other one then said “The truth is that we are both gay and saw you in the march on Saturday. We were with a couple of Napoleons and they told us you were their Josephine and a she-male. I think we both fell in love with you at that moment. What we want is to take our time this session and to end up with the two of us in a sixty-nine while my friend, here, takes me from behind. Do you think we could do that, please?”
It took a while to sort it out but we eventually found a way to make it work. I lay on my back with one of them laying on top of me in the opposite direction, both of us with our condoms on and sucking each other, while the other one knelt above my head and gave his friend what for with his own condom. It was an odd situation as every time he thrust forward, he pushed his friend forward on my shaft and pulled his shaft further into my own mouth. I did not have to do anything at all, just lie there and think of more pleasant things. They finally came and I felt the condom in my mouth fill rapidly. I really wasn’t included; I think that they just needed an excuse to have their own sexual experience. I made their day by giving them both a kiss and telling them to be good to each other, not to worry about the other lawyers. I was then able to go to bed myself thinking that I was back in the weird world of strange hang-ups.
On Saturday morning, at breakfast, I spoke to Parnima and told her that I had been thinking about things at the farm and wanted to make a suggestion that she could discuss with Vanda. I said that with six vans and the tractors, as well as the generators, pumps and the bus, we went through nearly a thousand litres of diesel a week and, as we had a two thousand litre tank, we needed to get a delivery every two weeks. She said that this was so and was a throw-back to previous days when horses did most of the work. I said that when I looked at the farm records I noticed that we paid one hundred and fifty Euros in delivery fees every time we got a tanker in because we were remote. This was an outlay of three hundred Euros a month. She was nodding at this.
I then said that if we got in a ten thousand litre tank, we would only need one delivery of twelve thousand litres every three months and that would save us seven hundred and fifty Euros as the delivery fee is the same, whatever the amount delivered. That was a three thousand Euro saving a year and our set-up cost would be recovered in about three years. She said she would take it on board and talk to Vanda about it but she could not see any reason not to do it. We did go ahead with it, over the next couple of months, and put in a hard stand and tank. Little did I know how lucky we were by having it set up when we did!
Saturday afternoon I was in a little black dress, with heels and fascinator, standing in the dock again with my hands handcuffed behind my back. The judge wanted to know how such an elegant lady came to be charged with bestiality. I answered that it was all a mistake as the dog that I was seen with was a jockey friend in a dog suit and that he had left before the police arrived. I did say that our Alsatian did, indeed have a big, and very suckable, dick that actually was bigger than my husbands but I had never been tempted to try it. He asked me about my jockey friend and I said that he was quite adequate at the time but I had heard a rumour about someone in the Ministry of Justice who was a bit more adequate than that. Of course, that was the cue to be taken to the cell to discover that there was, indeed, a member of the justice fraternity who was somewhat adequate.
While we went back into the courtroom he commented that he had to go home now and try to fix his computer. I asked him what his problem was and, when he told me, I knew that he had downloaded some infected porn. I said he should be able to fix it easily and he asked how, on earth, could I know that. I told him that I was a computer expert in a previous life. He thought for a moment and then asked me what I was doing for a couple of hours. I replied that he needed to ask Pavlina but, if he was willing to pay, I could help him. I told him that two hours for a puta was a lot cheaper than two hours of a visiting computer guru. When Brutus arrived to take him back to the waiting room, the judge told him to prepare me for transport to the police headquarters for further interrogation. Brutus took me to the door to the stairs and freed my wrists and I told him I was going to help the customer with a computer problem. I went up to my room and quickly changed into a skirt suit, picked up my bag and went down to the security room. Brutus let me in and Pavlina told me that I was to be back by six for an appointment before letting me into the entry room through the side door. The judge was waiting outside and we walked to his car. He asked me what my real name was and I told him.
We drove out to the suburbs and pulled up in his driveway. I waited for him to help me out of the car and we went in. As we entered, we were met by a good looking woman who greeted him with a kiss and looked at me suspiciously. He said “My dear, this is Gene and she is a computer specialist on loan to my division. She has generously offered to help me with our computer problem.” I was led to his home office and we turned on the computer. I told him that it may take a little while to sort it out and that I really needed peace and quiet to concentrate. He left the room and I downloaded one of my programs from the cloud and started working through the files to find the virus.
After about twenty minutes I heard the door open and his wife gave me a cup of tea. I thanked her and carried on, taking a sip now and then. She had taken a seat by the desk and watched me carefully as I worked. Finally I had tidied up his system and set it to defrag. While it did that I sat back and she said “You really know what you are doing with that. Are you my husbands’ new mistress?” I smiled and told her not to be worried, I was no-ones mistress and that I had only met him a few times. “Is that on Saturday afternoons?” she wanted to know. When I asked why Saturday afternoons she told me that that was the time he went for his blow job, something she could not bring herself to perform. I asked her why she allowed it and she told me that he had a terrible job, having to deprive people of their liberty, sometimes just because of who they were, not what they did, and needed to find release. I was intrigued and asked her for an example and she just said “Those poor Catalans.” I told her that giving a blow job was no worse than sucking a banana and that I had heard that swallowing semen was supposed to be good for the complexion.
After a couple of minutes the computer announced it was ready for action. I asked her to call him in and, while he looked over my shoulder, I showed him that it all worked perfectly. I suggested that he put a good virus protection in and he asked me if I could do that for him. We downloaded a good one and he paid for it through PayPal. I then showed him how to do his regular live updates and how to perform the different scans. His wife was also very attentive and I suspected she would be the one to do the regular maintenance. When we had finished I was led out to his car and his wife said “Maybe we will see you again, dear.” On the way back to the whiskeria he told me that his wife would be busying herself to find me a suitable young lawyer to marry. I told him that I had met a few already from the Louis Society and that I would wait until a real man came along.
The rest of Saturday went as one would expect and I was quite tired when I showered and got into bed. On Sunday morning my tablet told me I was to be picked up at ten, again, so was ready outside when Portia arrived in the Skoda. When I got in she leaned over and gave me a kiss. “Welcome back to Madrid, it’s so lovely to see you, dear Gene” she said as we drove away. “You have no idea how far we got with Claude since you were here last, Joseph has insisted that he takes both of us to lunch, today, as he has been able to close most of the malware down and wants to thank you personally.” Firstly, though, we went to the mansion and were naked and entwined within half an hour.
Marianne G 2020
More Circles?
Freshly showered and redressed, we went to the restaurant to meet Joseph. He gave Portia a hug and then turned to me and held me close to kiss me deeply. I felt a bit faint as he said “I repeat what I said the last time we met, I love you.” Now that was a turn up. I smiled and said that I was happy that he was happy and that I was getting hungry. I did, however, give him a kiss back, though, so he seemed mollified. We had a very nice lunch and Joseph was very attentive. Portia gave me a wink and said I would have to spend more time in Madrid in future. I told them about the set-up at the farm where I did a delivery run every morning I was there and it was like a holiday. Joseph exclaimed “What! Don’t you get a day off?” I told him not to worry as every day after the delivery was free time, just as the mornings here was as well.
After lunch, Portia smiled and said she had to do some work so she would leave me as Josephs’ responsibility for the afternoon and that she would see us at the company around dinner time. I wondered where this was going but it turned out reasonably well as he took me to the cinema, just like a regular date. We sat near the back and he put his arm behind me and I snuggled into his shoulder. It was a bit of a weepy movie and I got quite emotional so he cuddled me closer and we kissed for so long I lost all interest in the picture. I could tell that he was fully hard but, for some reason, the puta in me said to leave it alone, as much as I wanted to suck it. After the picture finished we went to the company and I was brought up to date with the Claude case. He was getting quite erratic in his activities and appeared quite angry at times, so I guess he was not getting his own way anymore. It wouldn’t be long before he does something stupid that would allow him to be charged with a crime.
The three of us had dinner out and then Portia took me back to the mansion where we went to bed and I satisfied her while thinking of Joseph. She then took me back to the whiskeria. In my bed, that night, I wondered at what the day had brought. Was I falling in love or just being silly? Did Joseph really not care we were the same gender (at the moment) and did Portia have a different agenda now?
Monday morning I joined the girls for breakfast and they asked me about my Sunday. I told them it was frustrating and unresolved and I was not certain about anything that happened. Celestine immediately said “I think our Gene has fallen in love!” We went off for our visit to the doctor and, while he was checking me over, I asked him about gender reassignment clinics. He gave me a recommendation and told me they were good, if a bit expensive. After that I took myself to the salon to start laser treatment on my body as I was sure I was going to go all the way. The evening was as one had come to expect, sex and depravity and a little insanity thrown in. Tuesday, after breakfast, I was back at the salon for more treatment and both Wednesday and Thursday were much the same. Friday, of course, was my Louis day and the evening was another line-up of well-credentialed twits who had no real knowledge of Louis or the times he lived in. I got to wondering if there was a Revolutionist Society and I would be booked to sit by the guillotine knitting while the members had their heads removed. What’s this; was I starting to find fault in the paying public!
Saturday was unusual as my friendly judge did not show. I was visited, however, by a couple of detectives who wanted to know if I had met a certain Claude, as he was claiming that a girl with my name had planted damning evidence in his apartment. I stayed wide eyed and innocent and put it to them that as I spent every evening on my back in a whiskeria I would not have time to meet anyone outside, let alone go to their apartment. “What sort of puta do you take me for?” I said “A common street whore?” I got them to check with Pavlina and they saw that I was fully booked for the days they were interested in, so went away to look somewhere else. The rest of Saturday was only unusual in that I had a session in the dungeon, hanging naked and gagged from the pulley with my ankles chained to the floor, while being taken from behind by one guy and being sucked dry by another. That felt very odd, indeed.
Sunday morning, after breakfast, I was picked up by Joseph who gave me a kiss when I got in the car. He told me that Portia was out of town and that he had volunteered to entertain me. We went to the Palacio Real, or Royal Palace, where we joined the tourists walking hand in hand through this most magnificent building and marvelling at the artworks and grandeur. Then we went for lunch and afterwards to the Parque del Capricho. This is a very beautiful place with gardens and lakes and little secret places. After we had walked a bit he put his arm around my shoulder and I put mine around his waist and we walked some more. We fed some ducks and found one of the little secret places for ourselves. We kissed and cuddled and I found that I could ignore the warning voice and I took his shaft in my mouth and swallowed the lot. It tasted sweet and I wondered if this is what a true lover tasted like. We had a snack and then he took me to his apartment where we went to bed and he seemed to be happy with what I could do for him. He dropped me back at the whiskeria around ten and I gave him a goodnight kiss before getting out of the car. In bed, that night, I gave myself a severe talking to but, happily, ignored everything I said. I slept like a baby.
The next week passed in the usual fashion and, on Friday after breakfast, I went to the salon to get my breasts unglued and my chest covered in soothing gel. I was to have them replaced on the Friday I returned to Milan. Then it was back in the bus to the farm after the other girls arrived. I saw, as we drove in, that some footings had been set out for a new tank stand and was glad my advice had been taken. All I had to do now was to learn about farming. In my room I sat on the bed and thought some more. I really had to get out of the habit or I could become a philosopher. I decided that I could not live any longer without my own computer and resolved to get one during the week. The farm had a wi-fi so I could use that and I would not need it in Madrid. My seamstress had texted me during the week and I had replied that I would see her Monday so it looked like the new me was going to emerge from her cocoon, I had been a Pina duplicate for too long. I then realised that the next stint in Madrid would take up much of August and my original plans would have seen me heading to England at that time. I texted my agent to tell him that I had found work in Spain and would get in touch when I return to England so that he wouldn’t send out a search party. I also texted my parents with the same message, they didn’t need to know the details.
It was a bit odd sleeping without breasts and I really missed them, even if I could sleep on my stomach for a couple of weeks. Saturday morning I put on a padded bra with my denim button-through and ankle boots to do the morning deliveries and it felt good to be driving in the countryside again. The way the business was set up was absolutely brilliant, with the two weeks away from Madrid letting the tension leave the mind and body. I had found that the first week back in Madrid was easy to get through; I could not countenance being a full time puta, especially one of those that worked the streets. There were a lot of those in Madrid, mainly from outside Spain, who had been trafficked by gangs and had no way of getting away. The upper levels of our profession had a group who were trying to get the situation cleaned up but if the government couldn’t legislate to make us legal, how could they legislate to take the whores off the street without criminalising the profession again.
Saturday and Sunday I caught up with the customers and unwound. Monday I put a slippery slip on under the yellow dress and boots outfit and visited the seamstress in Valladolid while I was there. I tried on all of the skirts and dresses and was very pleased at the way the fabrics slid over my body. She made a couple of alterations and promised they would all be ready on Wednesday. I also went to a computer shop and purchased a good laptop. On Tuesday I visited the Telefonica shop in Salamanca and bought a new smartphone and bundled a broadband connection with it, creating my new email address while I was there and getting the billing to be sent by email only. Wednesday was dress day and I hung them, in their plastic covers, carefully on the rack in the van to take them back to the farm. Thursday I visited a dress shop in Salamanca and bought ten tops of varying styles, all with a high sheen. I may have to call myself ‘slippery Gene’ in future.
I used my new laptop to email Portia to let her, and Joseph, know my new, local, phone number and to tell them that I was on the web now and immediately received an email back, asking me if I could look at some code that was giving them a problem. Of course I said yes and, about twenty minutes later, I got another email with the attachment giving me my homework. I berated myself for not thinking ahead and Friday I bought a small printer for the laptop. I was starting to get more than my room could take so I asked Parnima if I could move to the ‘holiday let’ that I had seen the first time I arrived and she said it was all right as long as I kept it clean. So Saturday I cleaned it out and made up the bed. My computer and printer were set up in the sitting room and all of my new clothes were put away. Sunday, after the deliveries, I transferred the bathroom supplies and all of the underwear I had bought and then looked through the clothes that Pina had left to decide what to take. The jeans and most of the tops were OK, as were about half the dresses and skirts. I took all of the shoes and boots that were three inch or less and left the ones I could never be able to stand in. Some of the underwear, especially the padded bras, was all right but I left the thongs. When I looked at the dresses left I came to the conclusion that, if Pina had a style, it would be film star diva. Not my style, I think.
Marianne G 2020
Strolling Along
The afternoons for the rest of the week were spent in my new surroundings, working on the code, finding the problem on Wednesday evening. I sent the solution to Joseph before I went to bed. I was getting used to walking over to the big house for breakfast by now but my dealings with the other girls was starting to slowly evolve. While I still helped around the house and did my share of the cooking, I was beginning to get known as the ‘resident thinker’ and sometimes found myself walking with Parnima around the farm and checking out the activities. We had five men who came in to work the fields and we had all the right equipment to do much of the work mechanically. The hen house was a battery set-up and all that needed to be done was to provide the food and take away the eggs and chicken shit. The chap who managed the activities was Henri, another Basque from across the border, and we got friendly enough that he would answer my questions, no matter how stupid they were.
Of course, Friday arrived again and, with it, the bus ride back to Madrid. As soon as I had dropped my bag in my room I was off to the salon to be re-equipped with by breasts. It felt good to have the weight back. I had a late lunch with Pavlina, who informed me that I was starting to attract a group of customers who were prepared to pay a premium for my services. I wondered if that was because I would fulfil odd fantasies or if I was cheaper than a psychiatrist. She then told me that I was not only booked solid on Sundays by Portia and the security company; but also Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays as well. This would mean that I was only in-house on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I asked her if the other girls were complaining and was told that as my hours were fully paid for they did not mind; it all went into the business income. As long as I kept the money coming in and satisfied my premium clientele everyone was happy, especially as my tip contribution was the best in the house in terms of the smaller number of clients.
Friday evening was an interesting one as I looked at my visitors with a new perspective. I did have a high number of hours in the fetish rooms, especially the dungeon and the one with the iron bedframe. I realised that, more often than not, I was tied up, shackled or hanging from the pulley while various acts were performed on my body. It was that or else I was doing the same to my visitor. Then there were the women. Usually the last of the night was a closet lesbian or a pretend lesbian wanting a man but afraid to admit it. This Friday was no exception and I was taken while spreadeagled, face down, on the iron-framed bed, while tied to the whipping frame and even once on the rack. That must have been hard on his knees. My instruction to speak French was no longer valid as I often had a gag so didn’t have to speak at all. My last one for the evening was in a soft bed with an equally soft woman who just wanted love. Well, after all of the love that had been injected into me that evening, I had plenty to give back.
Saturday did not see the judge and I wondered how he was. My time was again filled with the weird and the wonderful and I went to sleep after having to rub soothing gel on my wrists and ankles. Sunday I was up and ready at the door at ten when the Skoda pulled up. Portia took me straight to the company where I was met by Joseph who kissed me deeply. Portia said “We haven’t time for that now, we have work to do” and we went into an office where there was sheets of paper covered in computer code. She said “This is the operating system from one of the supermarket chains. It has been compromised in that they are finding that they are overstocking certain product lines and running short of others. We need to find the error.” Joseph and I sat down and started going through the code from the start. Around lunch-time I saw that a line must have been put in by another person as the coding flow was wrong. Computer code is like handwriting, every coder has a distinct pattern and company code is standardised. This line of code looked like an inclusion so we checked what it did and found that it did, indeed, refer to the stock control program. We had a bite to eat in the canteen and then pulled out the stock control program. About five we found a batch of lines that told the system to order more from a certain manufacturer. As the chain worked on a daily budget, the more this manufacturer was asked for, the less money there was for other orders.
We took our results to Portia and she told us that we would be going through all the emails from that manufacturer over the next few days and that we deserved a good dinner. She told us to go to her favourite restaurant and put our meal on her account. We ate a nice meal in quiet surroundings and went back to his apartment and his bed. He dropped me off at the whiskeria at ten, telling me he would pick me up the next morning.
Monday and Tuesday we worked through the emails until we came across one that had an embedded Trojan Horse. This was only activated when the recipient emailed the stock control department and opened up the stock control computer to an outside source. It was simple and elegant but really should have been caught by the chains’ internal firewall. The way it worked was quite simple. The usual system is to have a minimum stock quantity of a product before a reorder is made. This manufacturer supplied a whole range of products to the supermarket and the minimums had been virtually eliminated so that every day orders were placed, this manufacturer had the bulk of the business for that day. We reported our findings to Portia and she told us that we would need to see the department head on Wednesday to outline our findings. We were given the rest of the day off and spent much of it horizontally. I was beginning to really love Joseph and he was obviously well and truly in love with me.
Wednesday I dressed in my skirt suit and hose and Joseph picked me up to go to the supermarket headquarters. We had a meeting with the MD and a number of executives and laid out our findings, telling them that the recipient of the original email was not responsible for the subsequent events. The department head wanted heads to roll, as long as they were not his, but it did come down to the fact that he had authorised a reduction in the IT budget that weakened the defences. The MD thanked us for our work and told us that we did a great job, unlike his department head, and that the invoice would be paid by the end of the week. He would also instigate an investigation with the MD of the manufacturer to see if the sender of the original email was just a dupe or was involved in the scam.
It had been a good week to be back in my old business, and especially carrying it out as a woman. I found that I could see detail I may have missed before and just felt so comfortable sitting at a desk in a skirt. Having Joseph beside me was an even better experience. Thursday it was back to depravity and strange desires and Friday was no better. Saturday the judge came in but requested that I attend court in my skirt suit and not be handcuffed. Instead of going through our repartee in the court, we went straight to the cell where he sat me on the bed and sat beside me. He told me that he would not be coming into the whiskeria again as his wife had completely changed her outlook.
He said “First she went out and bought a small hand of bananas and I was not allowed even one. Then, a few days later she approached me in bed and offered to kiss my dick. Two days after that she started giving me exquisite head; not quite as exquisite as you, my dear, but good enough.” I said that I was glad for him as I thought that it would do wonders for his marriage. “That’s not the weirdest part” he said “she has started looking at herself in the mirror every morning and saying ‘I do believe it’s working’, tell me, what is working?” I said that I had no idea but she obviously was happier.
Then he said that a friend of his, a deputy in the Senate, had asked him to recommend a she-male who was discrete and beautiful and he had immediately thought of me. He asked me if I could be available one day next week for lunch, so that this friend could meet me. I told him that I could do Thursday and he said that he would book me for three hours. I didn’t tell him that it would be in my own time; Pavlina would be happy. He gave me the name and address of a restaurant in the city and told me to be there at midday. He then kissed me and thanked me before pressing the button for Brutus, who was told “This girl is innocent, she can go free.”
Sunday, and the first three days of the week, were spent poring over more computer code, looking for an illegal irregularity but with no result. We did, however, find some errors that we noted for the customer so that his IT could make some changes. It may, or may not, achieve the outcome they were looking for but it would take a couple of weeks before I found out. Outside the company, Joseph and I were inseparable in more ways than one. Portia did not avail herself of my services anymore; I think that actually finding Yvette, even a dead Yvette, had solved her problems.
Thursday morning I made sure I looked good for the restaurant and this mysterious deputy. It may sound like an underling job but the government in Spain is set up with the Prime Minister and a hand-picked Council of Ministers. Then there’s the Council of Deputies, followed by the Senate. Now the Senate are elected by the various political areas in the country and there may be two or more for each electorate, as well as deputies to the Senators. All told there are about four hundred debating the future of the country. At this particular time, we did not actually have a government as such. There had been almost an election a year for the past few years and the current Prime Minister was still only a caretaker as the rest of the politicians could not decide who they wanted to lead them. It made Italy look stable but the older population said it was better than Franco.
When I arrived at the restaurant I was guided to a table where the judge and another, very elegant, man sat. They both stood as I arrived and the judge kissed me on the cheek and introduced me to his friend, Eduardo. His friend took my hand and kissed the back of it in a very well-mannered way, saying “Gene, I am so happy to see such a beautiful lady join us for lunch; the Judge had said you were beautiful but he still did not do you justice.” We all sat down and the judge said that he had ordered paella all round as it was to be a light lunch, but to order drinks as we wanted. Eduardo kept to himself while we ate and I chatted with the judge about the general news in the country. Finally Eduardo asked me what days I would have to entertain him and I explained that I was only available on Thursday to Saturday these days as I was fully booked for other business the rest of the week. I then said that I would be out of town for two weeks, starting on Friday. He said “Ah! So if I want to see you it must be tonight or wait until next month?” I nodded and he asked the judge to ring the whiskeria and book me, on his behalf, for seven to midnight. Now, he is either a genuine stud or is into something kinky as five hours is an awful long time with a puta. I almost giggled as I thought that, being a politician, he may spend four and a half hours giving me a speech on how good it would be. He asked me to dress as I was for him and that he would explain his requirements tonight.
Marianne G 2020
A Turning
When I got back to the whiskeria I spoke to Pavlina and told her that my visitor this evening was a deputy in the Senate and she immediately cleared all of my hours that were unbooked, saying that this was going to be a first for the whiskeria as they had never hosted a member of the government before. As I did not have to change, I went back out and had a walk, ending up at the Vegaviana for a meal before going back to my room to change underwear. I had a shower and made sure I smelt really sexy before putting on a black corset and stockings, with calf leather boots and then put my dress back on. I didn’t bother with panties as I knew that he would either want to take me or, more likely, want me to take him. I checked with Pavlina about the room that was to be used and she told me that she had booked me into one of the bedrooms as nothing else was asked for. I asked if the fetish room with the iron framed bed was available and she said that it was, so I asked her to keep it clear until after eight, as I would know by then if I needed it.
When my tablet buzzed with the message that he was here I went down to the transition room and waited until he came out of the waiting room. I kissed his cheek and led him upstairs to the allotted bedroom. We went in and I stood and waited for him to lead. He sat on the side of the bed and patted for me to sit beside him and said “Gene, this is really hard for me as I am trying to tell you something that I have never told a living soul. The judge knows that I am not a woman chaser, nor am I a man chaser, but I have weird desires that bring me to climax. The fact is that I am into bondage. It has only been self-administered up to now and I feel so ashamed of myself after I climax that I immediately free myself and clean myself up. I have taken this chance to see what it really is that I need to be either a normal person, or, at least, a normal freak.”
He was wringing his hand as he spoke so I took one of his hands to settle him down and said “Eduardo, what you feel is not unusual; a lot of powerful men have similar desires. It means that you are compassionate and thoughtful in your decisions, and sometimes get derided by your, more macho, colleagues.” He looked at me and asked how I knew that. I told him “What it shows is that your position of power does not give you a need to dominate. Oh yes, you can be forceful and I am sure you can give rousing speeches but you would never be a dictator because you think, sometimes, like a woman.”
He brightened up and asked me what he could do about it. I, of course, said that maybe we could find what his basic need was and work on that. I am a puta and this one was not going to get away scott free. I told him that there are a number of scenarios that we could try. The first we could do right now with me tying him up so that he can’t free himself as that may be the easy option and something he had not experienced before. He said he would like that and we undressed him. He was a magnificent hunk of a man and I thought it was a pity he had a strong feminine side, as I suspected. He laid on the bed on his front and I tied his wrists behind his back. I then tied his ankles and knees before coming back to his arms and pulled his elbows in with the cord. I asked him how he was feeling and he said that it certainly felt different and flexed himself to fully understand that he was mine, right now. I got a ball gag out of the drawer and told him that I was going to gag him and leave him tied for a while. I told him that if he wanted to speak to me or was in trouble, to give three grunts and I would take the gag out and ask him what he wanted. He whispered that he understood and thanked me as I silenced him.
I went over to the door and turned the lights down and then went to sit in the easy chair and wait. After about five minutes he started groaning and thrashing so I went over to the bed and rolled him onto his back. He had an enormous erection so I rolled a condom on it. I said “Eduardo, one grunt for yes, two grunts for no – shall I suck your penis?” He gave two grunts. “Shall I sit on it?” There was a single grunt and I took off my dress so I could straddle him, making sure he could see my own penis as I did; well I did slap him on the face with it. When I sat on him the result was almost instantaneous, no other movement needed before he erupted with a sustained groan.
As he went limp he gave the three grunts and I ignored him. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I said “Eduardo, what you are going through now is your shame period. This time you are not going to be immediately freed. We are going to find out if it is really bondage you want or something else. I am going to wait for a half an hour to see if you get stiff again. If you don’t there are other things we need to explore. Don’t worry, I will not leave you and I do intend to help you find your inner self.” I took off the condom to put it in the bin and then pulled the sheet over him so he could not see me.
After about ten minutes I could see him flexing and moving around but there was no more movement in the genital area. I gave him the full thirty minutes and pulled the sheet away. He was sweating but had his eyes closed. I rolled him on his side and pulled his knees up towards his chest. He looked at me but made no sound and I knew he had gone beyond the basic section of his desire that had hidden the true desire within. I took a vibrator out of the drawer and leaned over him and whispered “Eduardo, you know it is not the bondage but the dominance you need. I think that we will find out the truth in the next few minutes”. So saying I put the vibrator against his anus and turned it on. He groaned loudly and I saw his penis react immediately. I took some gel and rubbed it around his pucker and pushed the vibrator in slightly. He was moaning constantly and I pushed it in further. Leaving it there I went and got another condom for his, now hard, dick. I rolled it on him and said “this is what you want, isn’t it, Evangeline?” At this he stiffened and let out a muffled cry. I pushed the vibrator home and said “take it all, girl, you know you want it. You know that the next thing you want will be a man instead of a machine.” He grunted once so I asked if he wanted me in him and he grunted once again, so I put a condom on and lay behind him and replaced the vibrator with my own dick.
I pumped back and forth and he groaned constantly before climaxing again. I stayed hard in him and reached up to take the gag out. He panted loudly and I said “This is what you want, Evangeline, you want to be dominated by a man but don’t consider yourself gay. No wonder you have been in pain.” He quietly said that he could have never admitted it to himself before and that he had no idea of what he was going to do now. I said that right now I was going to pull out, untie him and give him a cuddle session. He quickly said “Don’t pull out just yet, I want to savour the feeling of being wanted and I don’t mind if you cum in me, if you want.” So I put my arm around him and pumped some more, finally coming to a nice climax as he moaned in happiness.
Once he had settled down I pulled out and cleaned myself up before putting on my dress. I then cleaned his genital area and anus with a warm, damp, cloth, before taking my time in untying him, legs first. When he was free he held me closely and cried for quite a long time. We got him dressed and sat on the bed with arms around each other. Finally he said “Gene, this night is the turning point of my life. I thought that I was just a weird guy but now realise I am either a normal girl in a male body or a normal man with a female mind.” I asked him he had any womens clothes at home and he said that he had never thought to get any, even though he admired beautiful women and noted how they wore their clothes. He had never had any idea that he was having a gender problem, rather, he thought, he had a fetish problem.
I asked him if he had done enough for the evening and he asked what else there was. I told him we had a number of fetish rooms on the ground floor and described the dungeon and the iron framed bedroom. I said that the iron framed bed was one of the options we could have explored if it was just the bondage as he may have reacted positively to being spreadeagled on the bed. I said that we could still do that some time with him spreadeagled face down with my dick in him. At that he shuddered and said that the thought of that will haunt him until he sees me next time. I asked him if he wanted us to get him womens’ clothes to try in the future and he said that he would think about it, a lot.
I told him that he had a couple of hours left of his visit and asked what he wanted to do. He said he wanted to take me out for a drink so I told him to wait while I went to put some panties on. Coming back to the room I led him to the door to the waiting room and told him I would see him outside. He left and I knocked on the back wall for Brutus to let me through. He said “Hell, girl; that was some session. If we did blackmail we would be on a gold mine.” I told him that Eduardo would be a different kind of goldmine in the future as we walked him through his problem. I said that he would be a wonderful friend in the government in the future as well. I told Pavlina that I was still on the clock but the customer was taking me for a drink and she let me out. I met up with Eduardo in the street and we walked to the bars near the Ministry of Justice, hand in hand.
We got ourselves some drinks and stood by the bar with his arm around me, just another good looking man with his girl – no matter which way you looked at it! We chatted about his job and he told me that the judge had told him about my computer prowess. I told him that this was what I did for the first part of each week. He wanted to know about my two week holiday and I gave him an idea of what we did on the farm. When I told him the area where the farm was he said that his electorate office was in Salemanca so we could get together sometime for lunch. I gave him my new phone number and he said he would get in touch. When we had finished our drinks we left the bar and stood on the street corner and kissed. I told him that I needed my beauty sleep and so did he and then he kissed me again and I walked back to the whiskeria.
Marianne G 2020
A Country Girl Again
Friday morning dawned, as it usually did, and we had breakfast at the Vegaviana. We were all happy at having another two weeks behind us and the girls were very interested in my deputy. I told them that I had helped him sort out some internal problems and that he was a deputy for our electorate at the farm, so could be a help when it came to any problems we could have. I told them to make sure they kept his visits secret.
Back at the farm we sorted out our laundry and I tidied up in my rooms. I changed into jeans and boots and went for a walk around the farm. The new tank had been delivered and the workmen were working on the pipework changes. The old tank had been at ground level and we had to hand pump to fill up the vans; the new one was on a stand so we could gravity fill. The other change was that the new one had an overflow that went to the old one. This allowed the tanker to pump to the new one and stop when the old one showed full. We would still be drawing from the old one as using the hand pump was easier when you were filling cans for the various pumps and small generators around the farm. Henri stopped me and asked me if I could think of more things that made his life easier and I told him that the more he taught me, the more I could think of.
We chatted about the mix of crops and I asked him if he had ever thought of running cattle, perhaps milking cows so we could go into cheese making. He said that he had thought of it but did not want to bring it up before. We had a couple of sheds that were empty that we could use and it would mainly need us to seal them for cleanliness and install the tanks, tables and racks needed. I said I would talk to the girls to find out if we could go down that track. Back at the house I helped with dinner and we all just relaxed.
Saturday we all did our deliveries and caught up with our customers. I wore one of my new tops and a skirt and found, as usual, that I did not have to carry much. When I delivered to the café in Valladolid where I had been given the seamstress recommendation, I chatted to the manageress. She was, as usual, impeccably dressed and we complimented each other on our appearance. Her name was Valentina and was a good leader in this big café. I thought that, had I been passing as a man again, I could get to like her a lot.
I spoke to Parnima on Sunday about the milking cows and cheese idea but she thought it would be too much of a change. She did, however, say that a neighbouring farm ran cattle and we may be able to talk to them about doing a trade in produce. She rang them up and they agreed to see us, so Sunday afternoon, the two of us with Henri, went over to the other farm. We discussed the pros and cons and came to an agreement for them to supply us with cheese ready for sale with us selling them some of our vegetables. We would take a van over every two days, in the afternoon. Henri was very happy and all we had to do now was to put cheese on our listed items to promote.
Monday, at every delivery point, I spoke to my customers about taking cheese from us and a few said they would try it for taste and quality. When I got back we tallied the number of wheels needed and rang the other farm to put in our order. They were surprised that we needed so many but happy to supply and we went over to pick them up. We paid for this lot and would be supplying them to the customer with a one-time discount to try, so it was a bit of an outlay but would be lucrative if it took off. Back at the farm we loaded our vans and made sure we had the delivery points on our van tablets.
Tuesday we all did our usual runs and Tuesday afternoon I got a call from Eduardo. He said he was back in his electorate office for a few days and would I like to have lunch with him on Wednesday. I agreed and arranged to meet him at one of my delivery points, the Restaurante En La Parra, near the Convento de San Sebastian, at midday. I made sure to wear one of my new, slippery, dresses and took pains to look good.
My deliveries on Wednesday were quite fun as I was hit on by several customers before I got to the Restaurante. He came in while I was sorting out the paperwork for the manager, who raised his eyebrows when Eduardo kissed me on the cheek in greeting. We were taken to a table and had a pleasant fish meal. Eduardo told me that he had been giving our session a lot of thought and had decided that he was not a transvestite, nor was he truly gay, but had come to accept that what he really needed was a strong woman who could love him as he was. I was glad for him as he would have made a very ugly woman.
I was enjoying his company but I told him that I had more deliveries to make soon and he asked me what sort of goods I delivered. I told him that he had eaten some of our produce with his lunch. I said playfully “Would you like to join me for the rest of my run, this afternoon?” and he took out his phone and rang his office to make sure he was not missing anything, telling them that he was going to visit some constituents. When we got to the van he was surprised at the size and of the amount of goods I still had in the back. We set off and made the rest of my Salemanca drops. He did a bit of the carrying and I had to intervene a few times to stop him chatting to the owners so we could carry on. At Valladolid we finished the run at Valentinas’ café.
When he carried a box in I saw her eyes light up and she asked me who my helper was. When I told her she was amazed and wanted to be introduced. I got them together and left them to it while I finished carrying in the goods and then tidied the van and sorted out my paperwork. When I got back to them they were chatting in a most animated way. I had to intervene and told Eduardo that I needed to get back to the farm tonight. He exchanged cards with Valentina and we left. On the way back to Salemanca I said that only a few hours ago he wanted to find a strong woman and now he had already done so.
He smiled and thanked me for providing the opportunity. He said that Valentina was a widow who had lost her husband in a car crash and was a lovely person. He then commented that I must be on a sizable property to have the amount of produce I had delivered today. I told him it was big and that there were another five vans like mine. He was then said that he must see the farm. I rang Parnima and asked her if it was OK for me to bring the deputy for a farm visit and she said that I could. I drove back to his electorate office so he could pick up his car and he followed me to the farm.
When we parked he got out of his car and said that he was amazed at the size of our operation. I said that I had been amazed myself the first time I came here. I took him into the main house and introduced him to Parnima and the other girls. Parnima told him straight away that we all worked at the Whiskeria Salamanca and that there was another six girls who were there now. He told her that he had been impressed by his visit there on Thursday night and even more impressed by the business we operated here.
He had questions about the volume of goods we moved per week and then asked if we could cope with more orders, if needed. The other girls were quiet so I said “Well, we are coming to the end of the summer months and our output tends to drop as the cafes order less during winter. Henri tells me that we do have about four months when he has to plough product back into the soil, so I think we could carry an extra load easily over winter. There would be enough time to plant extra for spring and could utilise a couple of fields that are presently fallow.” He then told us that one of his jobs as a deputy was to be on the committee that managed the restaurants and cafes within the government offices. He said that they were getting much of their produce through a warehouse and some of it was inferior quality from outside of Spain. He said he would talk to the rest of the committee about us taking over the supply of vegetables and eggs and then asked if we could do milk and cheese as well at meat products. Parnima said that we had contacts with the cheese and could explore local delivery of milk as well as checking a local abattoir for meat supplies.
After he had left, carrying a list of our prices, Parnima said she wanted us to have a quiet chat in my room. We went across and I let her in. I got us some tea and we sat in the sitting room. She said “Gene, you coming to join us has been an experience for everyone. You are proving to be a born leader and Vanda and I want you to be part of the leadership group, especially involved with the farm. We have just let it happen as it was left to us and I can see that we have a gold mine if we worked it right. Could you please explore the extra products that we spoke about tonight, see the abattoir and dairy and find out quantity restriction and their prices. If we go this way we may need to get a refrigeration unit in the vans, or even trade them all for specialised units. We can afford it but there must be a certainty of returns.”
I agreed that I would do as she asked. She then surprised me by saying that she had been told, by a couple of the other girls, that I was particularly adept in making love to a woman. I said that most of my women customers left happy. She then looked me in the eyes and said “Gene, will you make love to me tonight?”
Marianne G 2020
I Didn’t See That Coming
I was taken aback as she had never shown any affection to me before. I asked her what was different now and she said that she could see the man in me coming back to the fore and was starting to think that she wanted to experience some genuine lovemaking for a change.
We went into my bedroom and undressed each other, kissing and stroking, and I pulled the covers back and then we fell onto the bed. I did my best to perform in my usual, slow and steady, manner and she was in heaven as she had several orgasms before I finally came. It was only afterwards I realised that I had not used a condom and she has not insisted on one.
As we lay there holding hands and cooling down, I asked her what this would mean for us and the commune. She laughed and said that it meant that I would be getting some practise in on my two weeks off and that she had realised that what she had been missing was gentle love without having to second guess her partner. I then said that maybe she should go back to her own room as it was getting late and she rolled over to be above me and gave me a big kiss saying “Why should I leave and miss out on doing this again before breakfast?” I was a bit shocked and said that I had been told that it was against house rules to have a partner in bed for the night. She said “Gene, didn’t you agree to be part of the leadership team early this evening?” When I nodded she went on “Well, if you had read Animal Farm you will know that in a socialist commune all animals are equal but some are more equal than others. They are the ones in charge.”
So she shared my bed with me for the night and we made slow and passionate love in the early hours. She showered after that and dressed to return to her own room. “Thank you, Gene, I have really enjoyed the night; I think I will come again.” I lay there after she had left considering my position and could find no immediate answers. I finally got myself showered and dressed and went over to the big house myself for breakfast. I thought I could detect a few smirks around the table but maybe I was being paranoid.
On my run that morning I made sure I spoke to my customers about increasing our product lines and got some positive results. The cheese had gone well and I came back with some solid orders. In the afternoon I rang the cattle farm and arranged to go and talk to them. We discussed bigger cheese orders and I asked them about milk and meat supplies. They gave me the addresses of the dairy and abattoir that they used as well as contact names and numbers. Both were in Salamanca so, back at the house, I rang them and set up appointments to talk to them the following afternoon.
After my I had made all of the other deliveries I stopped at the restaurant in Valladolid to have a light lunch and speak to Valentina. She sat with me and had a sandwich herself and we chatted. She thanked me for bringing Eduardo in before and told me that they were going out on a date on Sunday afternoon. I told her I was happy for both of them and that he was a lovely man who needed a good woman. She asked me how I knew him and I told her that I had met him when I had been lunching with one of the judges from the Ministry of Justice in Madrid and he had invited me to lunch only the other day. She was a bit concerned about what I did in Madrid as she had been dealing with the girls a long time and I diverted her worries by explaining that I had done computer work for the judge as I was a systems designer.
Back in Salemanca I arrived at my first appointment at the abattoir and had a fruitful discussion regarding the cuts and prices and also got advice about the sort of vehicle we would need to transport it in as they would not supply unless we had a refrigerated van. Then I went to the dairy and found out the prices and types of milk they could supply. Once again, they requested that we had the right transport vehicle. I also found out that, for commercial purposes, we could buy small churns which we could leave with the customer on payment of a bond. When we brought back empty churns they would sterilise them for us before refilling them. Luckily the smallest churn was an easy lift for us girls so we would be able to handle them.
Back at the farm I entered all my new information on a spreadsheet and added the current product list and prices. I could see that, if we were contracted to provision the government, we would need to get a couple of bigger vans and, maybe, make two runs to Madrid a day. I looked up the Palace of Moncloa (the home of the Prime Minister and the Government) and was shocked to discover that it consisted of sixteen separate buildings and a hospital. That would be some serious eating as I roughly calculated that it may be the workplace of some two to three thousand people and sometimes worked twenty-four hours. I realised we could not be the sole supplier but thought that Eduardo would be more interested in getting our local produce into the executive buildings.
On Monday Eduardo got in touch and asked if we could meet him at the Palace on Friday afternoon to discuss the contract with some of the catering people. I asked if Vanda, Parnima and I could be there and he agreed that it would be the best. We got through the week and I was now entertaining Parnima in my room during every other night and we were becoming great friends as well. On the Friday I went in with the other girls on the bus while Parnima took a van so that Vanda could drive back to the farm after our meeting. She parked it next to one of our customers and walked to the whiskeria. The three of us then took a taxi to the Palace for our meeting.
My forecast proved correct as the volume of provisions required for the entire complex was well beyond our capability but the volume needed for the executive wing was within our scope. I presented the revised list of locally produced vegetables, eggs, milk, cheese and meat. I saw Vanda open her eyes at what I was saying as she had not been directly privy to what we were researching. The catering people were very happy with what we could do and were also happy at our pricing and we shook hands on a preliminary agreement, starting in two weeks to allow us time to set up with a van and get our suppliers on board. After speaking with Eduardo for a while, and introducing Vanda to him, we went back to the whiskeria and sat in the waiting room to talk about what we had agreed.
Vanda said that this was going to be a big shift in our farming business and that we needed to have a serious talk about things with the other girls. Parnima said that there were two of the runs that were small enough for us to combine them, so freeing a girl but thought that it had to be one of us who did the Palace deliveries. I stayed out of it as they discussed this and was surprised when they both turned to me and said “Gene, as the person behind this we think that you must be the one to do the Palace deliveries. We need to get you a bigger refrigerated van with the special racks for churns and for hanging meat. You will need to pick those up before the delivery run so you would be starting earlier in the day. With all that in mind, and the factor of the extra income this will bring, we have decided that your time as a puta is at an end and you are now our new farm manager.”
Parnima went to tell Pavlina that I was no longer on the whiskeria books and to make sure there were no outstanding bookings for me. I went up to my old room with Vanda and we packed my things into another bag and I took the two bags down to the door. Pavlina, Brutus and Emilio all gave me a hug and Vanda and I took a bag each and we walked to the van to drive back to the farm. Once there I called Portia and told her about my change in circumstances and she told me that she would get Joseph to email me with my homework as she did not want to lose my expertise. Besides, now she had someone who was entering the halls of power every day and told me I must keep my ears open.
Friday night I had dinner with the original girls who drew me into the business and we chatted about the changes we would be making. On the weekend I made sure that I had a long conversation with Henri about the new business and gave him some idea of the quantities we had been advised they would need. He said he would get cracking with the plough on Monday and make sure we had enough planted for the spring.
Monday we got two of the girls to combine the smaller runs and to continue that for a week, after which I would show one of them my run. We worked out which of the vans was the oldest and I drove that one to the Renault dealer, telling them the size of van we needed as well as the configuration inside and ordered it to be refrigerated and sealed. After that I went to see all of our new suppliers and told them that they were now supplying the Executive Offices of the Palace and that we wanted top quality. I got the earliest times in the day that I could pick up and gave them an idea of quantities, telling them that this would be updated as we found out ourselves. They were all eager to please me, a bit of a turnaround for me as I was normally the one trying to please.
Marianne G 2020
A New Direction
The following week Jordana and I drove the old van into the dealership and picked up the new one. With the number of other runs reduced by one, she was designated as my emergency driver, especially as she was also a she-male and a bit stronger than the other girls. Those churns could be a bitch to manhandle when full.
The new van was a joy to drive, even if it was bigger and more powerful. It had an integrated work shelf next to the driver where I could sit the tablet and this was blue toothed to the GPS. We had also ordered it with a power lifting rear platform that folded up while you were on the road. We took it back to the farm where all the other girls inspected it. I called the Palace and they told me to come into their office to sign the supply agreement the next day, with an idea to start the deliveries on the thirtieth of the month, just over a week away. They told me which gate to come in and where to park. I told them that there would be two of us coming in. I had already got one of the other girls trained in my old run and they were happily working well with the five vans so we would be going in with the new one to test the route at our leisure.
I called Eduardo on his mobile and he told me that he was in Madrid this week so I said I would take him to lunch as a small thank you for his input. We agreed on a meeting place. I then called Joseph and said I would be in town during that afternoon but he said he was too busy right now and could not see me. Did I detect a cooling in his voice?
The next morning we went the full run, pretending that we had loaded at the farm and needed to visit the dairy and abattoir, before heading to Madrid. I kept good records of my times. At the Palace I found the right gate and parking spot and then we presented ourselves at the catering office. I signed the agreement on behalf of the farm and both Jordana and I were taken for a photo and then were presented with an ID pass on a lanyard. There was a map of the precinct with delivery points marked, a list of those points with a code number for each that would correspond with numbers on the order and a packet of ‘Priority Transport’ stickers with the Spanish Government logo boldly on them. We were told that this would get us through police barriers and that we would not be stopped at a random testing station but not to abuse the privilege. After I got back to the van I opened the packet and found that there were enough stickers to fit every vehicle we had, with a couple left over. Jordana told me that as this was a big event for the farm, we needed to make sure it all worked well as it would underpin the whole business.
We met Eduardo for lunch and he was happy to have two ladies join him. We thanked him for his help with the new contract and he told us that it was actually a feather in his own cap to get a good local supplier. We promised that we would live up to his expectations. After lunch we decided that while we were in Madrid with the big van, we would go to our warehouse that provided the farm with chicken feed and fertiliser and pick up a load. This would be something we could do now and would save us another delivery fee. We then went to the one which supplied all of the household items we used and stocked up on tinned goods and cleaning supplies. We also bought a knapsack spray and disinfectant concentrate so we could clean the inside of the refrigerated compartment every day. We stopped at a hardware store on the way home and got a couple of sturdy sack-trucks to help with the volume of product we would be carrying.
Back at the farm we used the power lift and sack-trucks to empty the van and then prepared a disinfectant mix to clean the inside of the van before hosing it out and giving it a wipe down. With the smaller vans they only needed sweeping out every day so this was a new regime that we would have to follow. On the Friday the girls changed over and I, once again, was entertaining Parnima some nights. It had become quite a regular, and enjoyable, coupling and I was getting more effective in my approach and I had found that my stamina was also improving.
The Palace had promised to give us a few days advance notice of their requirements and, on the following Friday, we received an email with the order for Monday. We notified the abattoir and dairy of our requirement and made sure we had the cheese that had been ordered. This had become a good seller as we had started with a standard soft cheese and it had slowly expanded into about six different styles that we were delivering every few days. The number of customers who were now ordering it had doubled in two weeks. The Saturday we had another order from the Palace with about the same quantities and I emailed our needs to the dairy and abattoir. Sunday was another so my week was being organised again.
On the Monday I made sure that the van was loaded with our vegetables, eggs and cheese and that it was separated into the correct coded boxes for the various delivery points, then took it out to do the rest of my pick-ups. I was glad of the power lift as the milk churns were a bit difficult and there was no way I would be able to lift them up to go in the van. We had a rack installed along the front of the van with small chains and hooks so the churns would not roll around. The meat was boxed for the different deliveries as requested and, after I had loaded everything I set off for Madrid.
Arriving at the Palace I found my first delivery point and made myself known to the staff. They did not offer any help and I had to unload their goods myself. I was glad that we had bought the sack-trucks. I repeated the operation at five other buildings with the last being the main executive restaurant which had the biggest part of the order. At least, there, I was helped by one of the kitchen hands. I had worn a dress today and now realised that I would need to wear jeans and boots in future as I was now sweaty and my skirt was stained. I had found that the magic of womanhood does not have any effect on public servants.
As I drove back to the farm I thought over the day and worked out ways I could make the operation easier. If we had a walk-in refrigerated room at the farm we could stock churns overnight and even the meat. That way I could have the van completely loaded before I left in the morning. I would only have to drop by the dairy and abattoir on my way home to pick up the next delivery. It would also allow us to store meat and dairy products for our own use at the farm. With that in mind I found a layby and pulled over to look up refrigeration suppliers on the internet. Finding one in Salemanca I drove there and went in.
They were very helpful and showed me a demonstrator unit which was a bit bigger than I had thought but had all of the right attributes. When they told me the price of a new unit I was a bit taken aback and then I was asked how soon I would want one and, when I replied “Yesterday” they offered me the demonstrator unit at a good discount and, when I dithered, offered to deliver and install it free. I did not even think about calling the other girls with this and signed for the purchase there and then. They said they would bring it to the farm on Wednesday. Back at the farm I cleaned out the van and then went to find Henri. I told him that we would be getting the refrigerated room on Wednesday and told him the dimensions. We picked out a spot in one of the outbuildings that was close to our power supply and he said he would clean the area and prepare it tomorrow.
When I caught up with Parnima I told her what I had done and explained the advantages. She thought about it a bit and then told me that it was my responsibility as the farm manager but she could see how it would help. Tuesday I did the next delivery as before but did pack the van a bit differently, which made it a bit better. I was much more comfortable in the jeans and boots. Wednesday, when I got back, they were just finishing the installation of the cold room and were wiring it to our electricity supply. The technician did advise us that we would do well to get a back-up generator should the power fail; yet another thing for me to research. He did, however give me the minimum output required and also gave me the address of a company that installs them.
And so it went on. We were in the first week of October and by the Friday I had developed a working system with deliveries and picking up the next meat and dairy supplies. We also started buying in meat for the house and storing it. On the Friday, Parnima and the girls went off to Madrid and the others came back. They were had only just arrived when I got back and were amazed when I got them to help me unload the meat and churns to store in the cold room. Vanda asked me whether I was sure we could afford it and I showed her my clipboard with the total we had turned over in just the five days. She then said that she would get the girls to promote meat and dairy products to our usual customers.
By the end of the following week we had added to the general deliveries and I was now picking up a lot more when I came home from Madrid. The two weeks was much better for me as Jordana was able to join me and help, taking over some of the driving as well. I was still getting work coming in from Portia to look at in the evenings but did not hear much from Joseph. I realised that it was over but did not shed a tear as I was now too busy to think about it.
Marianne G 2020
The Return Trip
The following weeks flew by and my days and nights were pretty well set. Into Madrid in the morning, back via the abattoir and dairy, dropping off the empty churns; unloading the next days’ goods then cleaning out the van.
In the afternoons there was paperwork and invoicing the government and my evenings was computer work and going to bed with Parnima when she was at the farm. I had developed a program to count the Palace products and deliveries so could now predict closely what they would need on any one day. I found that I was not using much make-up and spent almost every day in jeans. Henri went out of his way to consult me on farm business and I got to know the rest of our casuals. At the end of November there was, at last, something to break the monotony.
I was invited to a pre-Christmas party by one of my contacts at the Palace for the last Saturday in the month so, after all of the chores had been finished, made sure I was clean and tidy and dressed in one of my, now seldom used, slippery dresses. I was, by this time, only using a padded bra, having had the falsies removed in October, and when I had dressed to leave, found it hard to remember how to make myself look really good. I did get my face into some sort of order and took one of the small vans into the city and parked at the Palace, using my parking pass. Inside, my partner for the night greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and told me I looked ravishing. We sipped drinks and talked and circulated. I met up with Eduardo and Valentina, who looked like a devoted couple. I commented on this to Valentina who divulged that they were to be married in the New Year. I hugged her and told her I was happy for them and then gave Eduardo a kiss on the cheek.
A bit later on I saw my friendly judge with his wife. I could hardly believe my eyes as she looked radiant and he looked like he had aged five years. When he took my hand and kissed me on the cheek he whispered “Be careful what you wish for, my dear.” His wife gave me a hug and an air kiss and exclaimed that she was happy to see me as I had turned her life around when I last spoke to her. I also saw a couple of the older Napoleon and Louis crowd but they did not recognise me as they had hardly looked at my face when I was being serviced by them. All in all it was a good evening and I disappointed my partner in not agreeing to go home with him as I had to get up in the morning and load the van.
Driving home I reflected on the men I had seen tonight. I had been taken by more than a few but felt no more badly, or well, of them because of it. I was now my own girl and was building a business, something I was pretty good at. The following week our back-up generator arrived and was installed. We had decided to get one that was big enough to power the house and the henhouse as well so we became self- sufficient if there was a full failure.
December, I was told, was an odd month as my crew came back to the farm on the thirteenth and the others returned on the twentieth. The whiskeria was closed for the Christmas and New Year; my crew going back to Madrid on January the tenth to start the cycle again. Our local customers were at their lowest ebb and many also shut for the week. The Government, however, never shuts. The only days they did not take a delivery was Christmas Day and New Year’s Day so we had to stock up the cold room with extra churns and meat as our abattoir and dairy also took some time off. The good part of the period was that Jordana and I alternated with the driving and all of the other girls took turns in the passenger seat, all getting two visits to the Palace during their time home.
January tenth, my old crew went back to the whiskeria for their two weeks and life went on at the farm. Parnima was home for a five week period before she had to go back and we had slept together almost every night so far. After the others had left, she told me she wanted to move in with me and we moved her stuff into my rooms, putting another wardrobe in the corner of the sitting room for her clothes. It was very homely in the evening with the two of us in easy chairs, her watching television and me working on computer or farm papers. I came to the conclusion that we were almost like a married couple and I was taking a male role more and more as time went on. I spoke to her about this and we went to the locker where my pack had been stored, all those months ago, and brought it back to our rooms.
I looked through my pack and realised that, even if I wanted to wear my old clothes, they no longer fitted me as I had trimmed down quite a bit. I thought that I must have been a very drab looking man. My English passport would never get me through customs as I was now much prettier. On my trips, in and out of Madrid, I pondered on this and came to the conclusion that I was more like Eduardo now, back to being a man who thought with a female brain; but I was not like him because I looked more like a woman. I had not touched a dick other than my own for several months and no longer thought about it. My anus had closed up again to its normal size and I no longer had to wear a tampon. In most things I was reverting back to the man I was when I arrived at the farm. Well, not quite, as I was now sleeping with a woman on a permanent basis.
The crew changed on the twenty-fourth of January and Parnima went off to Madrid for her stint. I was actually quite sad to say cheerio on that Friday morning as I went to load up the van. On the first of February Eduardo and Valentina married in Salemanca and I was able to go to the wedding. They were going to Rome for their honeymoon. Afterwards I went back to the farm and took off my nice dress and wondered if I would have ever been invited to a politicians wedding if I was still fully male.
Parnima was back on the seventh and we fell into our usual routine for a couple of weeks. That was, until we started seeing reports on the television about the virus that was starting to spread. It had already appeared in a number of countries and I worried for Eduardo as it was already in Italy. They came home on the fifteenth and they were both well, having not visited the northern cities. On the thirtieth of January the WHO had released a general warning of a public health emergency so I figured that we should monitor this closely. Our Prime Minister was sure that Spain could not be affected and everything carried on as usual, even as other countries started closing their borders and restricting their populace to stay at home.
The crew changed on the twenty-first and I told Parnima to be very careful and to make sure that no-one should be allowed into the whiskeria if they had flu-like symptoms. She said that we would never get as bad as the Asian countries and I told her to still take care. I rang the whiskeria and asked Brutus if he could get hold of a heat camera to fit on the outside door so that he could monitor the temperature of customers. Within days he rang me back to tell me that he had forced Pavlina to restrict a few customers that showed a fever return, much to her annoyance.
I went to see Vanda on the afternoon of the fourth of March and got her to get the girls together. I told them that going back to Madrid was going to be dangerous for them. I said that the world cases of virus infection had doubled yesterday and that there were over four hundred cases in Italy and many in France, as well as the far flung countries such as Russia, Sweden and Iran. I had spoken to Eduardo and he had told me that, if the Prime Minister does listen to his advisors, he would lock everyone in their homes without notice and I told them that if they were caught in Madrid they would be in great danger. There were already a dozen or more cases in Madrid and Brutus was detecting would-be customers with a fever every day. I must have been believable as she rang Parnima and told her that it had been decided to close the whiskeria for the next few weeks. Parnima agreed as she had heard some awful stories in Madrid, herself.
That decided, the girls here were asked if they wanted to stay on the farm and they all said they would. They were told to pick up supplies when they were coming back from their runs and we listed a number of things that we would need, including genuine PPE. I had looked up previous pandemics and had made a note of all the items that had been stripped from the shops. Vanda took the bus and picked up the others that Friday. Brutus and Emilio had volunteered to stay at the whiskeria to make sure it stayed secure so, on the following week, I picked up a cooker and fridge and we put them in the dungeon, the only room with a tiled floor. They commandeered two of the bedrooms and brought in their own clothes and personal items. Brutus and I set up a video link so that we could communicate any time. Pavlina had told us she would stay at home until we needed her again and the casuals were told that we would contact them later.
I knew that Pavlina and a few of the girls thought it was all a bit crazy but came to realise how close it was when the Prime Minister finally announced the full lockdown on the fourteenth. That was also the date that the rest of our business stopped. One by one we got phone calls from our customers that they were being shut down and would get back to us when they reopened. The Government, however, carried on as before and we got into a system where the other girls took turns as passenger again, all getting their ID’s.
After about a week we had a visit from Eduardo and a couple of other men. They wanted to know if we could supply the local hospitals and we were then delivering again. We were now sending out the small vans twice a day to the hospitals and I was doing two runs to Madrid as we were now supplying more of the Palace. They had found that the normal supplier could not get the goods out of other countries any more. On our Madrid trips we dropped supplies at the whiskeria for the boys and sometimes could pick up required items from the suppliers warehouse.
Thankfully the abattoir and dairy had to keep going as essential businesses so we were not denied the meat and dairy products. We also had more cheese from our neighbour as they had their own customers dry up. All of our vehicles now sported the government sticker so we could travel freely. We had filled up with diesel just after the New Year but needed to get a refill in early April. The sheds were now full of essential supplies, the cold-room was usually filled and the chickens were still laying.
We now did all of our deliveries wearing scrubs and a mask and carried plenty of sanitiser. All vans were now disinfected and washed at the end of the day and it would have been harder if we didn’t have the full house to share the work. This carried on as the death list in Spain alone shot past twenty-five thousand. The saddest day for me was when Joseph emailed me that Portia had been taken into hospital but only lasted another two days. I knew that it was the bullet damage to her lungs that killed her. A week later Eduardo let me know that the judge had passed away but his wife was on the recovery list and a couple of days after that Brutus told us that Pavlina had gone. We were pretty sure that the puta population of Madrid had been decimated, how could it avoid it?
Life, as we knew it, had gone; likely, for ever. We remained busy and the farm became our life. All of the girls chipped in and took over some of the field work when our casuals failed to show up. Henri, with his wife, came to live with us in the let next to mine. She was originally a bit miffed when she found out that all of us had worked in a whiskeria, but came around and pulled her weight. As far as it went, we were well off. We had ready supplies of meat and dairy for our own use; vegetables and eggs from our own fields and we could go anywhere we liked with our government stickers. Our income was very good, when the government got around to paying us, and Eduardo pulled a few strings so we started to get paid in the usual thirty days by the Palace and the hospitals.
At the end of May Parnima announced that she was pregnant and there was much rejoicing. I was now a father in a dress! Well, not often these days as I was in jeans and boots fairly constantly. A week after that I got an email from Joseph to tell me that Portia had left me thirty percent of her business in her will. He also had thirty percent and the other forty percent was already in the hands of the employees through the profit sharing set-up. He actually now had thirty two percent with his share but, between us, we were the controlling shareholders. He said that he would be happy to work with me if I wanted to use my skills in the business. That would be something to think about after the lockdown ends. As a footnote to his email, he told me that the executors will be in touch to see what I wanted to do with the mansion, as she had left it to me as well.
By the middle of June we had discovered that the farm was where our future lay. All of the girls were happy they did not have to go into the whiskeria and several had taken up relationships with male hospital staff that they met while doing deliveries. Of course, there were no dates, as such, but I was sure that these would occur when we could go out more freely. Some movement was allowed now but many places remained shut.
Parnima and I were now classed as the couple who ran the farm and I could now step back from the driving and take care of the paperwork. Joseph was now sending me emails asking for my advice on every day business problems and a couple of times I went into the company to sort out problems. I was looking androgynous now, neither one or the other, and he was somewhat surprised the first time he saw me. He was all business and I appreciated that. I had taken Parnima with me and we collected the keys and looked at the mansion and thought that we could take ourselves out of the farm and live there with our child while I became a full-time executive in the security business. We could do it as a same-sex couple and I could wear my nice clothes again. The other girls will have enough to keep them busy when the cafes reopened and I predicted that they would need a couple more vans.
So, we crept towards a time when we could go back to normal, or whatever the new normal would be. The girls had decided that a more normal life would be good for them and would sell the whiskeria premises when the time was right. I had two jobs (at the moment), a new wife and family to be, and a totally different outlook on life. I was no longer Gene the nerd, nor was I Gene the puta, but now considered myself as just Gene the manager and businessperson who knew a lot about computers as well as now knowing a lot about farming. I had no male clothing but hardly wore the dresses I had so lovingly purchased and everyone thought of me as a tomboy, but, what the hell, I knew that the way I looked now I could never be an accepted male. When we moved to Madrid I would live as a woman but, at the end of the day, at home with the family, I would just be me.
I suppose that I had found the minor miracle that I had been searching for, in that I discovered out what I really am. I am a man – who wears a dress.
The End
Marianne G 2020