The following FICTION contains ADULT material that is not suitable for minors and should not be read by those who are under eighteen years of age or not yet legally an adult under the laws governing the reader. It also should not be read by those who find graphic depictions of sexual encounters between members of the same or opposite sex offensive.

 

Northwest Bound         by: Virginia Kane

 

Part Seven

Continued from part six.

In the morning, while I drove the first leg of our first trip to a lumber camp, camp seven, Louise demanded a complete summary of my all-night-long session with Harry. I concluded my detailed "oral" report by telling her of Harry’s request for another date next week, with a different background of circumstances, instead of the harem boy motif.

She was particularly interested in my detailed account of Harry’s response to my demanding similar satisfaction by orally servicing to my "clit". "You certainly have gone further than any of your ‘sisters’, Jamie. You’re not only the first on to get Harry to go beyond innocent touching, you got him to actively reciprocate. That’s incredible! I can’t wait to see how it affects his crew’s production."

She took out a notepad and took thorough notes while I drove and had me recant the details, starting with Dan’s session. "Did Dan ask for another date, Jamie?"

"No, I think you and Harry came over before he had a chance. I’ll let you know if he asks, when we see him next." Her taking notes made the evening seem more clinical than a personal sexual encounter for fun.

"Which won’t be too long. He’ll be showing us around this morning."

Miss Gladden took out an elegant, leather-bound binder with a zipper, from her briefcase and set it on the counsel between the bucket seats of the SUV. "This is your official appointment planner, Jamie. From now on, you’ll need to fill in all of your appointments and your class schedule. I’ll tell you when and where you’ll be teaching later. It’ll help avoid making schedule clashes. At the end of every week, send an e-mail of the week’s activities to my office and a cc to the accounting department. Always use the employee ID number of whom you’re with, even if it’s only a group luncheon meeting, not involving sexual contact. I’ll explain the importance later. For now, let’s say that productivity and harmony of the men are carefully monitored to see what effect our presence has on the men."

"If anything unusual occurs, that you think is important, I’d like you to take notes and send it with the weekly reports. For the next few weeks, you and I will review how much detail you need to include in the reports, until you have the hang of it.

Sometimes, seemingly insignificant details have an important bearing on how the entire camp interrelates. From experience, we know that the arrival of a new ‘girl’ creates a flurry of social change. Other teachers get ‘feisty’ about the change in the men’s interests. Occasionally, we have to ‘juggle’ assignments to separate envious ‘girls’ who lose favorite dating partners, or two men who get jealous. By and large, it happens infrequently, but we like to maintain a record, all the same."

"I’ve a lot to learn. This program is far more organized than I expected."

"The laws in this state are clear about what is legal and what is not. We depend on the rights of consenting adults to interact socially, but that’s a delicate line we prefer not to cross. We have to be sure we aren’t causing trouble instead of alleviating it. Don’t solicit sexual contact with the men. You’ll have more admirers than you have time for, as it is. Try to be honest and fair to the men, and please, try not to tease them,,, too much!

Lapses in your reports could lead to missing important signals that a man could use psychological help. The clinic’s psychologists will analyze our notes to detect potential social problems that are developing and they do prescribe appropriate resolutions when it is felt necessary. Don’t be too concerned, it isn’t often nor is there any danger to you. Most problems are between the men. Be sure to report any instance of tempers flaring between them. Our operation is large enough to enable us to separate antagonists. The persistent cases are dismissed, but even then, we provide extensive counseling. If a man’s irrational behavior is the result of his job, every effort to resolve his crisis by transferring him is exhausted first.

This is a good company to work for. The men know it! We’re a carefully designed team, designed from extensive study of military data. You’d be surprised how much social psychology goes into the development of armies. Why do you think flourishing towns, primarily dedicated to giving the armed forces access to all of life’s needs, surround so many military bases?"

"Are you trying to tell me the government has a program like ours?"

"No, I’m trying to tell you the government uses extensive research to ensure the men of the armed forces have opportunity to avoid personal crises. We’ve tapped into that research and formulated a plan that works well here to educate loggers to become more useful, and keep them from leaving our employ. We don’t have conscription, or the threat of penal incarceration to keep men from going AWOL. We use girls like us, honey. We’re the carrot the company dangles that the men seem to want most. These men relate better with men. A dainty looking, willing guy is a better alternative to a rape charge. It works, so what’s the harm?"

I asked her if the surrogates and girls like Geri also had to maintain appointment planners. She explained that my latent talent for recognizing and responding to "problem" cases such as Harry increased my value to the program. All the other surrogates were more likely to deal with simple male lust, to be treated with more conventional means. My natural beauty and my male introspect and sensitivity would be better utilized to deter aggressive repressed emotions from emerging into violence. Great, I was to handle all the fruitcakes!

"The clinic has been watching Harry for some time. He showed significantly intense aggression toward men who treated sex as a sport. Previous attempts to deter his aggression failed. Since his meeting with you last night, they hope he may adopt a more understanding attitude toward his fellow workers. Hopefully, management will get fewer complaints from his men. Harry may stop trying to impose his strict morality on his men. If he doesn’t, I’m afraid his employment may be terminated. He’s been transferred several times to no avail."

"Why doesn’t the mill simply enforce stricter rules of behavior; tell all the men it won’t tolerate any violent sexual conduct against women and assist in the arrest and prosecution of offenders, as society does in general, Louise?"

"Good point. Because, as in ‘society in general’, it doesn’t work. Prostitutes and whores abound in society, and they receive the brunt of man’s zest for infidelity, promiscuity, and aggression. If all the beatings and deaths of loose women were made public, it would raise many an eyebrow, but still not be stifled. No leaders seem to care about the ‘seedy’ women who make their beds available for a price.

Society in general accepts ‘fallen’ women bearing the brunt of sexually related crimes rather than having chaste women getting raped or beaten. Society feels promiscuous women they have it coming, for their lack of piety, or something.

We deter violence better, or at least we have less of it, considering the conditions we have men encounter. With our approach, we need not tolerate anyone being the victim of violence. By recognizing men’s basic animal needs and by meeting them, we deter them from resorting to violence effectively.

Our primitive working conditions offer less access to ‘normal’ courtships wherein

girls gradually advance a relationship with a man until he makes a commitment to

a monogamous relationship. Note, that I call them monogamous relationships, rather true marriages due to the unwillingness of most women to live together with the men in the primitive conditions of the field.

You’ll soon see why the women who marry loggers are content to live away from their spouses for extended periods of time, and are all the more anxious to see them, whenever their men can get into town. Few husbands want to subject their wives to the rigors of life in a lumber camp, either.

As a consequence, the men see few pretty faces and don’t have normal daily reminders of tenderness and love from a wife, like men who live normal lives at home with a woman. The absence of all other women in their daily lives for social contact to remind them of their own wives, and the constant social contact with other men, changes their perspective somewhat.

Teamwork generates a strong bond with fellow workers, more than with average men. Add to that, a tradition of loggers bedding weaker men out in the camps as a normal form of diversion, and you end up with a volatile environment where the weaker men can get hurt. Our most serious problems occur with men who have declined having one woman to come home to out of fear of the women’s infidelity to them. They don’t have an escape valve to go home to and can get ravenous urges to quench their lust when they do go into town. Some can’t wait that long, and seek relief in the camps, from other, weaker men.

We have the additional burden of men who have wives in town who are subject to the advances of unattached men. Men out in the field know what temptations their women are faced with. These men know our program deters other men from chasing after the wives of others, and appreciate our efforts to protect the women from a bombardment of randy assaults from fellow loggers. You’ll find many men will approach you for consultation, without any intention to satisfy sexual desires, physically. They only want to share a few moments to remind them of their own partners, to show appreciation for the function you provide, and to encourage you to continue.

They appreciate having a pretty woman to talk to once in a while, knowing the woman helps keep their own wives in town a bit safer from harm. The willingness to pay for some of your time is their way of saying ‘thank you’. They recognize the collective role of the ‘diversions’ the mill provides and spend a little, what they can spare, to insure you continue in your job. You’re lucky. The real girls that we hire to entertain the men aren’t all as pretty as you are. You’ll get lot more visits from married men, wiling to give you their ID just to talk. Don’t turn them down! You’ll be insulting them, if you do. Their wives don’t even mind."

The condition of the road we were traveling began to deteriorate. "Getting back to the difficult cases that you feel I can handle; am I at risk of being physically hurt?"

"The rate of sexually related incidents of assault are so low here, you needn’t be concerned. You’d be at greater risk outside of our community. Leastwise, from the statistics we’ve gathered, it appears to be minimal. Our close knit sub-culture thwarts men from provoking aggression. They’re wise to keep to our traditional ways of satisfying their lust. Our sanctions provide sufficient latitude; encourage peace and harmony. Take away al of men’s ability to relieve sexual frustration, and you won’t have any peace and harmony, anywhere."

We had started out for camp seven late in the morning, after a hearty breakfast. The ride was picturesque in the bright sunshine, and the freshness of the air was exhilarating, but fortunately, Louise took over driving, once we left the smooth paved surface of the narrow two-lane road that snaked through the countryside like a sinewy thread. The final leg of our journey was on an unpaved dirt road strewn with mud-holes and that would have disabled the Bronco I drove. When she took over, she rolled up the windows and put on the air-conditioning.

"How in the world do they get timber out on these roads?"

"They don’t. This is a shortcut over the top of the hills that would be too difficult to lug the timber over. Besides, a river runs along the cutting fields of camp seven. The huge logs are floated out. The going gets easier in a few minutes, once we reach the cutting areas. Graders and plows scrape nice wide paths for the log haulers to use. We even clear several fire lanes for the forest service. It costs a ton of money to set up a large-scale timber operation, so it makes sense to place it strategically, where it will remain in service for many years. We reforest where we cut the timber and protect the growing fields for future generations.

It would be tragic if a fire destroyed all this beautiful timber and waste a priceless natural resource, not to mention the cost of preparing it for continual harvesting for mankind’s needs, Jamie. Good hardwood and construction grade softwoods are a very precious raw material. We all have to be very careful. If you were a smoker, I’d lock up all your tobacco until we reach a ‘safe zone’. One carelessly discarded butt can burn away millions of dollars in timber in a few days that would take an entire generation for nature to replace.

"Our access roads are left unruly, intentionally. Fairly good roads, even rough, unpaved ones would be too inviting to back-packers, off-road enthusiasts and the other nature lovers who unwittingly feel this fabulous natural wonder is here for their use exclusively. Our big, noisy equipment can easily injure or kill a wayward camper without being noticed by our operators. Careful as they are, they have to concentrate on the load they are hauling, not be looking around for tourists.

A campfire not doused properly can smolder for hours, undetected, and ignite the underbrush. Once a fire spreads, it’s near impossible to control. You have to let it burn out, resulting in high risk to all the loggers’ lives and terrible timber losses."

"I remember seeing newscasts showing thousands of volunteers coming out to help put out major forest fires. Would they come here to help if a fire broke out?"

"Without a doubt! They respond quickly, knowing a fire spreads rapidly when the weather is dry. But, a fire is less dangerous if it’s fully extinguished properly when it’s smaller, before it rages into a major catastrophe. No one has to be asked. Once an alarm sounds, everyone responds. I hope we never see one here, but our guys often respond to fires, all over the country, if they can.

They come back filthy, tired, ragged and hurt; yet not a one of them would ever hesitate to do it again if and when an alarm sounds. Our whole way of life, our economy and national development relies on preservation of the timber fields."

"Sounds exciting. Are we expected to respond?"

"Yes, but not like you think. It takes three support people for every one actively fighting a fire. I could just see you in three-piece polyester and high heels! You’d only be a distraction, endangering the lives of trained fire fighters. They’d be too concerned for your safety, instead of their own. Girls in town report to the clinic to help out when the trained clinic’s staff man field hospitals near the fire. Teachers are assigned to security posts in the field camps while the men are gone, fighting a fire. No telling what could happen if we abandoned the camps, completely."

"How do I know what to do, once an alarm sounds?"

"Soon after we arrive, you’ll attend a camp security seminar to give you the basic rules of safety for your visit. Back in town, you’ll go to a seminar to learn how to prepare for living daily life in a logging camp. Once you exhibit familiarity, you’ll be trained on how to present safety and security seminars in the future. You will increase your value to mill and the men will have a lot more respect for you than for the camp following ‘professional ladies’."

We emerged from the dense, humid forest to a wide expanse of beautiful prairie, covered with checkerboard patterns of small trees.

I rolled down the window. "Wow! This is fantastic. It looks like a farm!

As we drove along, Louise explained how this cleared area was once the center of camp seven, which was moved closer to the present site, once the timber here thinned. Careful projections of the dense forest are made continually to optimize lumber yields without upsetting the delicate balance of natural wildlife. "A forest isn’t just trees and isn’t easy to manage, but the mill does its best to do the least amount of ecological damage possible."

We were able to quickly drive past the huge clearing and re-entered the dense, humid shade under the canopy of growing timber. "I don’t think I could ever find my way back, alone, Louise. How can you possible know where you are going in this thick jungle, without any signs?"

"There are signs, Jamie. Signs that nature put here for me to follow. I’ve been traveling this route since I was a kid, so I could do it in the dark. Don’t you ever try! We can’t very well put up signs for those we prefer to stay away, could we?

Besides, that’s what portable phones are for. If we break down or lose our way, we can call the camp to come out and get us

It has a full service garage, machine shop, just about everything needed to keep all the equipment running smoothly. If a truck is poorly tuned up, it can backfire. Sparks can start a fire, and the driver would be long gone before any smoke would be detected. We can’t afford to let our equipment get rundown."

"I notice there isn’t any other traffic, since we left the main road."

She stopped the SUV "Roll down your window and you’ll have your answer."

I pressed the electric window button and got a blast of hot, muggy air! It was ultra oppressive. I could taste the moldiness that hung in the stillness. "Whew. What a smell! You could cut the humidity with a knife! Is it like this all the time?"

"No, it worst at the height of mid-day. Actually, mornings and evenings are fairly pleasant. This is why the job is brutal on anyone who isn’t accustomed to the forest. When it rains, you’re the last to know. The canopy absorbs anything but a downpour. The humidity after the sun comes out can make your skin crawl. The air-borne insect can sense carbon dioxide from your breath and the odor from your perspiration from a great distance. Once you move out here, you’ll want to bathe in Skin-So-Soft, unless you refrain from going outside. Bugs don’t like it."

"Thanks for the tip. How do the men stand working in this heat?"

"They manage. Keeping busy helps, but you can imagine what it was like before power equipment was used, Jamie. In the old days, all lumber was cut by hand, requiring the men to be like giants. The average man wouldn’t last a month in this heat. Our guys might be considered freaks of nature anywhere else, but they’re gentle giants, and they know their bulk is essential to working in these conditions.

They make a lot of money for putting up with the danger and heat, and they know it can all be over in a flash from getting hurt. Stamina and physical prowess is an essential to them. Heart attacks, dizziness, sore backs; even something as innocent as athlete’s foot can be dangerous for a man out here. Out here, there’s a fungus that grows so fast, a man has to be hospitalized in order to get rid of it before he loses a toe, or worse. Sanitation is a high priority safety issue.

You’ll bathe and change clothes twice a day, even when you stay inside. Without air-conditioning, you’d want to bathe every hour. Our living quarters are small, but they’re as comfortable as we can make them, or you’d be high-tailing it back to town in no time. You’ll get used to it. We’re here!"

We drove out of the dense, shady area and into another clearing on a gentle, sun-lit knoll with neat rows of buildings, surrounded by trailers. It did look kind of cute, like some miniature town forma fairy tale, with all the people busily at work. The streets were unpaved, but gravel paths led between most of the structures.

"The work day follows the Sun, Jamie, longer hours in summer offset by shorter hours in winter. Daylight isn’t wasted. We only hold a few classes in summer, as the men have less free time. Travel is limited to hours of long shadows. Don’t ever try to leave the camp compound after dark, unless you travel in a group. It’s too dangerous until you’ve been out in the wild for a few years; even then it isn’t a smart thing to do. Use common sense at all times, or you’ll find yourself getting into trouble."

"Sounds like you’re trying to talk me out of it."

"Not really, just being cautious. In a few weeks you’ll feel like an old-timer. It’s a lot different then urban life, that’s all. I have to check in at the field office, here. Wait outside or walk over to the restaurant there if you need to use the girl’s loo. There isn’t a seat on the one in the office, and the guys don’t care. Squatting is something that comes natural to them out here. Look around, and I’ll get you a map of the whole area, including the living quarters. Get your camera ready."

I moseyed around, not needing bladder relief yet, and got out of the searing heat of the sun by standing under the porch on the building she called a restaurant. It looked like a primitive version of the refectory at the seminary, where I only spent a day. The excitement this job held earlier was beginning to dwindle. I wondered how Geri would take it.

Louise returned with three men, who she introduced as camp managers. After they ogled my crotch and shook hands, they treated us to lunch inside the stark building with the porch where they found me. It was the sole "restaurant" in the camp. Although austere, the food was hearty, with a beef and potatoes kind of menu. I’d have to talk to the cook, or the mill would soon be buying me a whole new wardrobe, or I’d have to start a workout routine to keep my weight down.

I spent a major portion of the afternoon on a tour of the camp with a handsome young engineer, who was as nervous as a teenager stopped for speeding with a six-pack under the seat. He tried to put a hand low on my hip to direct me at each turn of our pleasant walk, but was too embarrassed to leave it there for long. Louise, who had earlier advised me to call her Miss Gladden around the men, introduced me as "Miss Jamille Martini" and went off to attend to other matters while this engineer led me to each available trailer for my inspection.

Once I found a trailer that I thought would be nice for Geri and me, my nervous guide attempted to corner me in one of its two small bedrooms. It only took him a second, as the room was hardly big enough to hold the bed. I let him kiss me on my lips but asked him not to go any further yet, as I wasn’t permitted to let him. He seemed crushed by my refusal, but was a perfect gentleman, but unusually quiet after that. I must have said something wrong, I couldn’t tell. He didn’t even try to put his hand on my hip again, either. I decided to mention his change of attitude to Louise when we reunited at the end of my tour.

Our clothing would probably fit into the long closet in the narrow hallway, next to the bathroom. The bathroom door could be used to close off the hallway to make a narrow anteroom to the bedrooms, closing it off from the main sitting area of the trailer, which served as a dining room, and a living room, depending on how the furniture was folded. Nifty.

Over the course of the tour, I used up three cartridges of film to give Geri and me sufficient comparisons of the few available choices for our future home to be. As we walked back toward the field office, I found myself hoping Geri wouldn’t balk at the primitive conditions and would agree with my assessment of the trailer that I thought was the nicest. It was fairly new, and totally air-conditioned. Two other trailers were similar, with less attractive layouts. All the others were older, shabby and could use a thorough cleaning.

My escort then attempted another advance, offering to show me his trailer. Sadly, I declined, but promised him a rain check. He seemed jubilant, and extremely grateful all of a sudden. Later, when I mentioned the two abrupt changes in his

Demeanor, she burst out laughing.

First, when he cornered me, I failed to ask him for his ID number. She explained that he won the right to take me on tour and propose a romp with him before any of the others in a raffle the camp held on the day before. Everyone in camp vied for the right to take me on tour, and paid for the young engineer’s adventure. I wish I had known. I’d have given him something to brag about. He was cute!

A ‘rain-check’ out here was an agreement to share an all-day, all-night romp in the hay around the clock for the duration of a heavy storm. Whoops! I owed the fellow a lot more than he bargained for in winning the lottery. He had something to brag about to his fellow loggers, after all.

Our trip back to town was uneventful, except that we left the Bronco behind and returned to town in a stretched out van with twelve big, leering loggers.

When we arrived, we went directly to see Geri, and showed her the pictures that I took. As we walked to her room, Miss Gladden asked if I took note of the men’s comments about the weather along the way back into town. I replied that I did, and she explained that they all knew about my unintentional slip-up to the young engineer. Seems he took my promise seriously, and he was preparing to sell off some time slots to his pals during the next bout of foul weather. She promised to clarify the inept blunder, unless I was willing to follow through and keep my word, before the man started to sell something he didn’t have a right to sell. I asked her how soon I’d have to decide.

"Your new boyfriend will get ten percent of what you make. If the storm is normal for the season, figure on making ten grand in five days."

"Two thousand a day?"

"Maybe more. Handling them in groups, you can make close to twice that, if you can keep pace. One at a time, if they try to outbid each other, you’ll make at least eight or perhaps nine thousand. Think you are ready for that much action?"

"I doubt it, but won’t they be sore if I welsh?"

"You’ll be ‘sore’ if you don’t. Maybe it won’t be so bad. You can enlist some help. You can play hostess, picking and choosing who goes with whom. Rain-check parties are all held in that cute little restaurant we went to. It has a private dining room in the back. Folding partition walls can convert the main dining room into four separate rooms however you see fit for the girls who assist you and for a waiting area. The building has ‘his’ and ‘her’ facilities; and two store rooms they’ll clear out for the occasion.

Of course, you could do a strip tease for all the men like you did last night for Dan and Harry. You looked pretty good at it through the mirror. The main dining room can be set up with a stage, with lighting and the works. Movies are shown there on most evenings, when it’s not raining. Dan and Harry were quite busy all morning, telling everyone how nice you were to them last night. Harry is like a different person.

Doesn’t take long for the news to spread. There’s not much else to talk about in a logging camp. By nightfall, they’ll be playing cards to see who gets first shot at taking you up on your offer. It’ll be a high stakes game, I’ll bet."

"All those guys know about last night with Dan and Harry? I thought gentlemen don’t kiss and tell. What do they all think of me? No wonder I could feel all of their eyes undressing me on the trip back. I thought I’d only be helping my students to keep their grades up with sexual favors. Now, this could get out of hand."

"That’s the idea, to keep sex out of their ‘hands’. Almost all of them were paying close attention to your lips. That and the bouncing of the van probably gave them all raging hard-ons. Once you get used to men constantly glaring at you, you’ll begin to enjoy it, knowing they all want to sleep with you. Natural women get that look all the time, and pay it no mind. Think of all those big handsome guys vying for your personal attention to their cocks. Mmmm, luscious!"

"Is that all the men ever think about, fucking and getting blow-jobs? I sure never was like that. I was brought up to treat women with respect. I wasn’t as narrow minded as Harry, but I wasn’t driven by constant lust."

"Sex is like candy, Jamie. When a man sees lots of women, every day, and it’s easy for him to approach women, he can take them for granted.

When woman aren’t around, men get very horny. You know that. Think of it as a beehive, with you as their queen, getting all the attention from all of the men. If we could hire more surrogates, many would show interest in the others, instead of you. They’d soon ignore you like some men in town. Your schedule will always be full, but not for your sexual favors. Many men will only be after your attention. Don’t worry. Most of the men have big imaginations. Alone with you, they’ll be too nervous to do more than talk with you. You’ll see."

"The way they all stare at me. I don’t mind, but will I ever get used to it?"

"It takes a while. You don’t know any of them personally yet, so it seems ominous to you, like a sea of leering faces, lusting after your mouth and body. The normal curiosity to wonder what you’d be like in bed is hard for them to disguise. You’re a new face. After a month, they’ll be accustomed to seeing you in camp and will hardly give you any notice.

Maybe you should honor that ‘rain-check’. Once they all get a chance to see you do a strip tease and learn from word of mouth (tee hee) what you’re like, they’ll settle down some. Then, you can concentrate on your teaching. You’re not much different from a new trainee logger. The others watch over new men like mother hens, to see they learn how to handle themselves without getting hurt. Then they help him to fit in. After that, no one pays them any mind. They soon become a part of the team. Like I told you before, it’s a close-knit mini-culture."

We entered Geri’s room quietly, not to disturb her if she was asleep. She was awake, and greeted me sternly."

"Well? How was it? Did you meet many men who want to spread your cheeks open with their ‘axe handles’ and ride them into your rosebud? Bet you can’t wait to try them all! You’d better save a few for me, sweetheart! Doc Shields says I’ll be outa here within two weeks. You won’t have all those hunks to yourself much longer. I’m dying to give them something you can’t, honey: brand new, genuine pussy. You’d better get what you can while you can get it."

"Geri, that’s terrible!" Miss Gladden stood up for me. "Don’t be such a grouch! Jamie was busy all day, looking for a place for the two of you to stay. Is that a way to treat your sweetheart after her busy day? She didn’t have time to fool around with any men. Look at all the pictures she took for you. Show her, Jamie."

I opened my purse and spread out the snapshots I took on the small table over her bed. She didn’t ask for a kiss or anything, so I bolted out of the room crying. This wasn’t working out like I thought it would. Miss Gladden was on my heels and stopped me in the hall. I turned to her and cried on her shoulder. I couldn’t stop my heaving sobs.

"What’s wrong, Louise? Why is she being so bitter to me?"

"She’s miserable. It must be from her stitches. How would you like being cooped up in a hospital for two more weeks after a month of painful recovery? Try to put up with it, until she gets it out of her system. It’ll be over before you know it."

"I don’t think she’ll ever be nice to me. She acts like everything is my fault. I didn’t tell her to take my place to get raped and mauled. Shit! It is my fault! I should be in that bed, recovering from being converted into a woman, not her. If she didn’t get raped in my place, I’d be the one suffering all that agony. She doesn’t want to be a woman. She was perfectly happy being a guy. Oh, Louise, what am I going to do? Geri’s gone through so much misery because of me. What will I do?"

"Take it easy, Jamie. She’s having a bad day. Doctor Shields was supposed to remove her stitches this morning. She’s probably seen herself and knows she isn’t even half a man anymore. That’s a pretty traumatic revelation. There’s no way back. She’s a total woman, now in every way. It’ll take some time for her to adjust to it. If she resents your retained manhood, it isn’t because of anything you did, but because of what she had to do to secure your love for her. Let’s go back. Show her your love for her in spite of her anger.

She’s only lashing out at you, because she has no one else. Be brave. She was a man that wanted you to provide her with love like a woman does. Now, though you look the part, it is she that must be the woman instead. It will take her some time to get used to it, but there’s no other way.

Let’s go back, maybe she be sorry for her temper. Let’s find out."

We returned to her room, with the tears still pouring from my eyes.

"Jamie, honey. I’m sorry. I lost my head. Come here and give me a big kiss. I’ve been in this damned bed so long; I got burned up when I think how nice it would have been to take a long ride out in the countryside. I was jealous. Forgive me?"

I went to her and kissed her, hugging her tight. "You scared me. I thought you were blaming me for what happened to you. I thought you wished it were I lying in the bed, instead of you. Tell me you don’t blame me for what happened, Geri. Please, I need to hear you say it."

"I wouldn’t wish this itching on anyone, let alone you, sweetheart. The surgery supposedly worked out well according to Doc Shields, but looks like hell. I was hoping to show you, but it’s gross. I don’t want you to see yet. I’m a woman now, and that’s that! It’s not what I always wanted to find between my legs, but it’s a lot better than nothing. At least I can receive you. I hope my pussy will be normal enough to make you glad you decided to stay with me. I can’t do anything with it yet, but give me a few more weeks. You’ll see. I’ll be good for you."

"We’ll stay together, regardless of what anybody did to you, Geri. You know how I felt about you, ever since we were kids. When you left without a trace, I was totally devastated. You were the only person who understood me. I’ll never let you get away again. I’ll love you no matter how you change. The doctors said you will be like any other woman, but they’re wrong. No other woman can be like you for me. I’ll have my man to love who just happens to have a woman’s body. That’s not so strange for me. I’m not too different from you at all. If you want me to, I’ll get the same operations, then we can be a couple of lesbians."

"Don’t you dare! Don’t even think about it! You don’t have anything to say about it. Remember? You sacredly vowed your cock is mine, for now and forever. I’m holding you to it. Do you think I’d ever want you to lose yours now that I’m all woman. Don’t be silly!"

"I only want to please you in any way I can, Geri. I’ll be your transsexual slut for every bum on skid row if it will make you happy. When you seemed so sore at me, when I first got here, I felt sure you resented me for having mine instead of the other way around We talked about it once, when we were fooling around as kids. After they tricked you, and me. The way they told you I was a tomboy, and

I would be the perfect girl for you. They were pretty close to being right. Take a look, Geri. Am I still the perfect girl for you? Please say yes. No matter what the doctors had to do, you’re still the perfect man for me, Geri. I wish it could be me, in your place. I wish the doctors could give you what I still have. Maybe, someday they can. That’s it! You can have mine, a transplant."

"What in the world for? I love you as a man, Jamie, always did. Your being pretty and your fantastic eyes, well, that was what appealed to me to start out with, but only so guys wouldn’t kid me about not dating girls. Once I found out you were a guy, the joke was on them. Remember? We could have lived together without being stigmatized for being queers, with you dressing the way you do now once we grew up and moved away. The laughter over our getting set up died down soon after the joke on us, but they did bring us together, didn’t they?

Now, we don’t have to worry about all that. We can live together like many girls do. No one thinks anything of two women living together to share the costs. If you decide to dress like a man again and get those implants removed, we can live together with no one being the wiser that we’re both gay men. That’s what we are up here in the noggin, no matter what we look like to the rest of the world, and I’ll never want that to change. You’re the one who’s going to have to get used to having a pussy to fuck, not me. You still have what makes me happy. If you need male contact, we’re sure to find plenty of it here, so don’t be so sure I don’t want us to stay here forever. We’re together, that’s all that matters.

"Out here? Out here, everyone knows about us, Geri. After last night, I don’t think a man in the mill doesn’t know I’m a guy."

"So what? We’re doing something good with our ‘differences’, here. It’s perfectly acceptable for us to be the way we are and try to please the men the way we can. This is a gay man’s paradise. Nothing could be better. We’re better off here than anyplace else."

"Yeah, you say that now, but what will you say when you see men lusting after me, knowing that I’ll do for them what I can’t do for you."

"How do you feel about it, Jamie? What if I didn’t have the surgery and we came to work here. Would we both do anything different? You seem to forget that we have similar jobs. What will you feel when you know I will give men what you can’t give them. How will you react when they want what I have that you don’t?"

"I don’t know, Geri. You’re a woman now. Women don’t think about sex the way men do. Men use surrogates here to avoid the temptation of raping women. I’m supposed to prevent them from raping you too, I suppose. I should have done something like that years ago, in the first place. If I had let those guys get their way with me, maybe you wouldn’t have to get these operations.

I could have adopted a feminine persona with ease, to become your wife. We could have appeared to be a normal couple and be happy together. I never looked like much of a man, anyway. What kind of man stands five-five, has big hips, weighs a hundred and twenty five pounds and has bedroom eyes? The best thing I could have done was become a woman, instead of you."

"BULL! I love you the way you are, kiddo! I would never have wanted you to be a woman, only I wished for you to look like one, so we could live together without any hassle. Fate alone brought us here together, you to become feminine in your appearance, which pleases me to no end, and me to become a strong woman for you. I still outweigh you by at least fifty pounds, without the hanging weight; so don’t argue with me! I’m now what’s best for the both of us, capable of directing you, guiding you. You need that and I want that, so forget about making any more changes. This is how it’s going to be.

You are a total wimp, a true submissive, and I love it. You need a strong person to guide you and that’s me. As a woman, I can also receive you, as I always did want to do, but now in one more way, that wasn’t available before. If I didn’t get changed, you might want that from someone else, and I’d still be afraid I’d lose you to some girl, someday, because you need a woman’s guidance, and a man’s brains to lead you, to possess you and make you happy. You may want sex with men, as I do, but you’ll never trust another man to love you the way I do."

Geri’s voice lowered and he got more composed. "Now, sweetie, I don’t want to hear another word out of you about making changes. Leave that up to me. Come sit here on the bed and be nice to me. I’m a sore lady. Coddle me, honey."

I sat down quietly, unable to respond. I knew she was right. I need a powerful person to take control of my life. I was too timid and easy going. I let a college roommate of mine make a year of my life a living nightmare, too willy-nilly to defy him. She was so right. She was my perfect mate: no longer a man, but still all male to my instincts. I couldn’t trust a man to love me enough for me to totally depend on. All of my few experiences with men showed that they only wished to use me, and my delicate body for their own perverse pleasure. True, I was a very unique individual, needing sexual satisfaction from men, but never trusting them. They were men. Men take advantage of others, and use them; the old victor, and vanquished equation. I could never become enough of a woman for any man to love, regardless of how feminine I could act or appear for a man.

Geri was more than a man; she was now a woman, too. A woman who was once a man, who loved me so much she was willing to be buggered brutally, and then kicked savagely and left to die to save me form the same fate, and was equally willing to become a woman, my woman for me. If the tragic rape didn’t precipitate her sex change, I’m sure she still would have done it; she would do whatever was needed for her to become ideal for me.

She must have recognized my destiny to express myself physically with men, to submit to men as women submit, and give freely to men, obediently without any concern for my own gratification. At the time I didn’t know it, but somehow Jerry, the boy knew. He knew it was but a matter of time before I meekly offered myself physically to the first man that demanded me to service him, and obey without question, without defiance.

A deep love for me was obvious when we were younger, but back then, I failed to understand my sexual preference for men. I recognized Jerry, the boy, as my ideal friend, for we were bonded like magnets to each other after my brothers’ joke, but had to feign ambivalence to prevent harassment. I still couldn’t possibly foretell how he’d someday evolve to become much more than mere sex partners, but indeed, perfect mates. But he knew. He knew.

Our two lives must have been meant to be so intricately entwined, as if we both suspected, even then, that we were somehow going to be eventually reunited, yet we were unaware of how or when our mutual attraction would lead the two of us back together again, but Jerry, now Geri knew and welcomed it. This unusual sub-culture, with its opportunity to work together as sexual surrogates, where my oddity would be an asset instead of a liability had to be somehow, mysteriously arranged. It couldn’t have possibly been mere chance coincidence. I came here independently, without knowing Geri, then Jerry, a male was already here waiting for my arrival. Too many variables, too unlikely, but how, why?

The promise of acceptance here, and universal denial elsewhere due to my prior poor judgment was too good to pass up. Was it meant to be too good to lure me?

Still, it was hard to imagine that my gradual entrapment, starting with the asking for my indulgence to my first initiation party with the girls, who "treated" me to an unwanted makeover, and then by the steadily increasing coercion from Louise Gladden and Doctor Shields, and finally with Geri’s appearance to cement me to her in grateful recognition of her sacrifice was all part of a clever plan. Was all of this carefully designed by someone sinister, yet benevolent unseen? No, it had to be all nothing but a figment of my imagination. Or was it?

We can easily be happy here, Geri and I. Why should I try to conjure up devious plots and schemes by "boogiemen"? When and if we should tire of being used by men for sex, we could pack it in and go on our merry way. Meanwhile, we can both enjoy having all the random sex we’d like, and be as choosey as we’d like, as well. There were plenty of men to choose from here, all of them "hunks".

"I’ll do whatever you’d like me to do, Geri. You’re right. I do need a strong woman to guide me. Men don’t really care about people like me, like you care. They want real girls, not some substitute for a wife. We’re ideal for each other. I love you."

Louise broke the maudlin aura by asking: "So! Look at these snapshots, Geri. See anything that strikes your eye as inviting?"

"I’ll decide later, Lou. I’ll decide later. What’s important is: we’ve got each other. We found a way to make our weird love happen, like I always felt we would."

"Good! That’s settled. As soon as you can be released, we’ll arrange to move some of your things, both of yours, just essentials for everyday wear, and some frills to wear in the evenings. You can pick from the things you have whatever you’ll want to take with you to the camp. We’ll arrange a small suite in the hotel for the two of you to share while you’re in town, one with separate bedrooms.

Busy girls need loads and loads of clothes. The two of you have to plan a major shopping trip to fill out your wardrobes. The bulk of it can stay in your hotel suite and be shipped back and forth weekly, unless you plan to stay at the camp over longer period. Geri, you will be driving a jitney bus to town regularly, so you can exchange the soiled clothes for cleaned ones. Meanwhile, you will continue to watch videos to adopt more feminine wiles, to be attractive as possible to the men. In the next two weeks, you’ll be thoroughly trained to be a sex kitten. You’ll know more about reeling in men than most real women do, because you’ll be trained by some of the best in the business. Jamie has a bit of a head start, but you should have no trouble catching up with her.

Expect to be scheduled for an executive board approval in about three weeks. By then, you’ll know how to be every man’s wet dream. You’ll enjoy that, I’m sure. Jamie and I will help you prepare for it, once you’re released. It doesn’t give you a lot of free time, but we have to be ready in time for the fall semester.

Between the two of you, some of the girls will be able to go on a well-deserved vacation. All the men will want time with the two of you, anyway. Expect to be booked heavy, until the interested guys all get to meet you.

Oh! Geri! Jamie innocently gave one of the engineers what is known as a ‘rain-check’. When it rains heavy in timber country, work stops. The men like to spend the lull by having an orgy. The term: ‘rain-check’ means an advance commitment to one man to plan a sexual marathon for the duration of the storm. He gets a tenth of the money the men bid for consultation time with girls that volunteer to help Jamie fulfill her commitment.

Sometimes, it can last for four to five days, before the big rigs can negotiate the muddy rough roads safely. Girls select the men they like, and the man in charge of the auction has them bid to see who goes first. The early time slots get higher bids, but everyone parties and have a lot of fun.

Jamie would like your permission to honor her offer to the lad, though she wasn’t aware of what a ‘rain-check’ was at the time, and if you don’t want her to start her career with a wild party, I can explain her slip of the tongue and get her off the hook. The weather forecasters are predicting a storm within a week. Some men are sure to want Jamie do more than fellate them. Jamie agreed to abide by your last directive about not being fucked, unless you change it. If you change it, I can arrange for the auction to proceed. Let me know by tomorrow.

If you prefer, she can let this storm pass and you can participate in her first ‘rain-check’ with her in a few more weeks. If you don’t want her to participate now, I can explain that she truly didn’t know what the term meant. She wasn’t aware of the local usage of the term, at the time. The men will be disappointed and she may be called a tease, but there’ll be plenty of opportunities for a ‘rain-check’ in the fall. We sometimes use them to raise money for special causes, but not always. Sometimes we plan them just for the fun."

Geri stroked her temple with a forefinger, listening to what Louise proposed. "Hmm! Sounds like Jaime is anxious to get started in her chosen career, whether she was aware of what that term; ‘rain-check’ meant or not. It wouldn’t be too good of an idea to disappoint her new boy friend. Don’t want all the loggers to think she’s stuck-up, either. Set it up, Louise. Serves Jamie right. She’ll be more careful of what she says to her lover-boys in the future. Make sure they all know she can be used any way they want, with no restrictions."

"I’m not sure Jamie is ready for a ‘no-restriction’ notice for her first rain check, Geri. The men may want to share her in groups. She isn’t ready for that much continual action. Only girls with vaginas can handle four to five men at a time."

"How about a ‘menage-a-trois’ offer. She can handle two at a time. She handled five at her party with the executive board. Getting it at both ends is twice the fun, isn’t it Jamie?"

I was dazed. She was goading me into it. "Four to five at a time?"

Louise took over. "Sure! I’ve been at a party where two girls handled a dozen men at one time: two at the breasts, one in the vagina, one in the rump, one in the mouth with one guy recovering, once the session got going. The most a girl handled at one session was seven, but she was jacking off two different guys than the ones sucking her breasts. The guys keep switching positions until each guy is in every position at least once. Sometimes younger guys can take up to four rotations before they give out. Group sex gives them staying power yu wouldn’t believe.

Sessions like that can last up to three hours. Let’s see. With two-hour breaks in between, four hour breaks between large group sessions involving more than one girl, no telling how much you can earn. The auctioneer gets to decide if any voyeurs can stand around and watch or if videos can be taken."

I was aghast! "I thought I would always get to choose who I would be having sex with. You said I would never be forced to have sex."

"You did choose. Granting a ‘rain-check’, you chose to let the engineer decide for you. You’ll have sex with any man he chooses. He can auction bids with any man still in camp when a storm hits. When the single men hear about it, they’ll all be sure to stay in the camp, so they don’t miss out. The married men will leave to spend the stormy weather with their wives. Otherwise, the next time they leave for home, their wives will give them hell!

Normally, the single men anticipate storms and cut out before they start, to be in town, raising a ruckus while it’s raining. Once a storm hits, it’s too late to head for town. This way, the crews are ready for work after a rain, and not hung over from days of drinking and getting into mischief.

Don’t worry, Jamie. You’ll have plenty of volunteers to help you. There hasn’t been a good ‘rain-check’ for a while and they know there’s good money to be made. They all want to get in on the action. Besides, you’ll get to play ‘madam’ and help decide who gets to consult with who."

"You mean who gets to consult with whom, don’t you?"

"Teachers that correct the principal’s grammar are in for trouble, Miss Martini, so let’s not get cute! I can arrange to have you take care of the whole camp on your own. I was going to help you with scheduling, but if you insist on playing smart-ass with me, I’ll let you handle tings all by yourself. Savvy?"

"Yes, Miss Gladden. I’ll behave. I promise." We were both jesting, but I detected a bit of authority in Louise’s voice. She made a male gesture with her hand and elbow and then punched me in the arm, very unladylike. A smile indicated she wasn’t upset, but was jokingly reminding me that a slip in female character with men around can destroy the sexy image we portray. She continued in her trite example of impropriety.

"How about it, ‘slugger’? Want to go a couple of rounds with me? I could take you in grammar or fisticuffs with one arm tied behind my back."

"Wow! That’s the first time I heard you sound like a guy!"

"Probably the last, too. We can’t go around allowing remnants of our masculinity showing, with men around to see. They respond to the image we portray, not the reality of what we are. Even a small infraction, like calling me ‘Lou" can upset the careful charade, making us less desirable to the men. Once we’re alone with a guy, it’s up to him to discover our secrets, and up to him to ignore them if he chooses. Knowing what is true, he may find you all the more attractive.

Even in groups, once their libidos kick in, they’ll respond to us as they would to real women, because we offer them a chance to vent their sexual urges and can add the spice of kinkiness. If our images are very faulty, they’ll not only be less likely to respond, but they might resent our charade. If a man gets rough, you’ll have to decide whether he can be calmed down, or he might get abusive about your lack of masculinity and deride you. It can get tricky, and he could get violent. I doubt if you stand a chance with these brutes physically. Until you learn which guys are apt to get violent by your divulging your manhood, Jamie, you had best stay in character at all times. It works!"

"I’m beginning to see that the role of a woman involves a lot more than clothes and makeup."

"Well, I was taking advantage of Geri’s slip of the tongue with my name to make a point. She has to remember that even if she no longer is faced with a problem herself, she may cause you to be spurned if she ever denigrates your manhood in the presence of men. I’d like the two of you to practice patterns of addressing one another as lesbian lovers do. Geri is obviously going to have to be ‘butch’ and learn to treat you as her delicate ‘fem’. You in turn will have to be her fancy bit of fluff. Be possessive of her, and cling to her like normal women cling to their men when other women threaten to ‘move in’ on their turf.

Think that finally living together as a happy couple is going to be easy? Well, in some ways it will be, because day to day chores most people have to take care of on their own will be taken care of for you by others, leaving you more time for fun and games. But you have a surprise coming. It’s not going to be so easy.

The loggers won’t pay much for ‘amateurs’. You think you’re good, Jamie, but so far, I hand picked your two dates. From now on, you’ll have to be good enough for the men to want you, and be willing to pay dearly for the privilege. The execs were freebies. Dan and Harry got to check out ‘new meat’. They’ll both spread the news about your skills happily, Jamie. Why shouldn’t they, they got to be first in line for bragging rights and discounted rates. Your future dates will be fussy. A paying customer expects perfection. You’ll have to hide every trace of manhood to get them to come around for a second consultation.

The two of you will soon be living in full view of every logger at camp seven. To be effective as a teacher, Jamie will have to be as feminine as she can. Jamie, total role reversal isn’t going to be easy for either of you. Geri’s will have to wear the ‘pants’ and be the dominant half. You will have to act submissive to Geri at all times. Geri must be your ‘ideal’ mate. She’ll open the doors, hold your chair for you, carry your luggage and do a host of other trivial ploys to reinforce her status of being dominant over you like a man would be and make the positive gestures constantly when you two are together with others around to exhibit that she’s a ‘butch’ and you’re hers to control. There will be some confusion for a while, when the men find out what each of you has in your respective panties.

The men don’t like lesbians living together in the camps. Using lesbians for the men’s diversion was a total waste of time. No man wants a woman who would rather be with another woman than with a man, no matter how sexy she is. They prefer transsexuals to lesbians. Many prefer transsexuals to women.

If the transsexual is living with a man, they feel like they’re intruding on a man’s private turf. Single transsexuals teachers eventually find a significant partner, and resign, once the loggers stop making dates for ‘tutoring’ sessions. The teachers go elsewhere to live monogamously with the significant other and the mill went to a lot of trouble and expense for little or nothing.

We have the best retention with the transsexual teachers who pair up together after meeting here. Two ‘girls’ help each other with styles, chores, double dates and the like. They have enough in common to be supportive of each other, and enough envy to compete for the men’s attentions. So far, we’ve had good luck pairing up two ‘girls’ with similar backgrounds, upbringing, and goals. Some of our matches didn’t work out well, but we were able to retain one or both teachers by changing their roommates.

You two are the first pair who grew up together, were in love long before you got here, whether you realized it or not when you arrived, and are devoted to making each other happy. The mill is keenly interested in seeing how well you do here. If you two continue to get along well together, the mill thinks it’s worthwhile to seek out other transsexual couples like you, with one partner convinced that sexual reassignment is appropriate, while the other is content with sexual reorientation.

So, if it seems like we are expending a lot of effort to help you, you’re right. I feel you two can get along, live happily in an open relationship and offer diversion to these horny men, without them reeking havoc on their fellow workers or the nice people in town. I’d like the two of you to put your heads together and work at it as hard as you can, because we don’t have much time before school starts, and you have to be prepared for life in the field in several ways. It’s going to be a tight schedule, and we need you’re total cooperation.

Geri smiled. "No wonder you’ve been so kind to me. I knew there had to be some reason. Don’t worry. We’ll do whatever you say. If not for you, Doc Shields and the mill, I might never have gotten Jamie back. I owe you a lot. I’m sure she feels the same way I do, don’t you honey?"

"Yeah. I do. I feel like I was being led down a path since the day I got here, but I’m glad where it led. Since I arrived, I found out more about myself than I Did in all the years before. How did you know I would apply in the first place?"

"Your advisor, the picture of you on the net, Geri’s tracking your application down and begging for a job to afford sexual reassignment to reunite with you, all fit in perfectly. You gave me the idea, Geri. I’ve been corresponding with your student advisor, Jamie, to find out as much about your last year in college as I could. We also gave him a company grant to do research for a thesis on transsexual gays who live as a normal couple after one has had sexual reassignment. He wrote is first thesis on the use of transvestites as surrogates. He may get another for this new thesis and publish his findings so the world can understand people like us."

"That’s right, you’re one of us, too; and so is he."

"Well, he was, at one time, and that gives him a special insight to the hardships and heartaches we go through. Look, I’ve got a jillion things to do. I’ll leave you two lovebirds share some time alone. You’ve got about an hour of visiting time left, Jamie. I’m sure you don’t need me around. Call me when you get back to your room, and I’ll take you our for a late dinner."

"I’m not really hungry, Louise. Can we meet in my suite and have a late snack or a pizza sent up?"

We could, but you have to spend some time out in public. The men have heard about you and will want to see for themselves how pretty you are, to appraise you. The word is out about the pretty blonde with lavender eyes that can see right through a man, and suck his cock inside out. Don’t you want to take full advantage of your growing popularity? Men are anxious to meet you. It’s time you start giving them a chance to wine and dine you.

"Geri, what do you think? Should Jamie go out tonight?"

"Absolutely, Louise. Listen, Jamie, honey, you have to start filling in your book, your appointment schedule. Why don’t you let me get some rest, tonight? You go back with Louise, and have a nice time. Come see me in the morning and tell me all about the men you meet tonight. You can help me practice all day tomorrow. Besides, I have to do some exercises before bedtime."

"Exercises?"

Louise held up her hand. "Uh, Jamie. Do you ant to see what Doctor Shields and her associates unveiled this morning?"

"No, not yet!" Cried Geri. "It isn’t ready. It’s all swollen and black-and-blue! Maybe tomorrow. You can wait one more day, can’t you Jamie?"

"Geri, honey. Jamie should see it now, so she has an idea of what you’ve gone through. She’ll be more appreciative of our devotion to her" Without any further comment, she took hold of Geri’s bed cover and began slipping it down, slowly, while Geri turned her head away and put a clenched fist to her open mouth. Tears suddenly flowed from Geri’s eyes.

"Please Louise, not yet."

Once the bed cover was drawn away completely, Louise gently parted Geri’s knees. She took my hand and drew me closer to the bed. As Geri said, her groin appeared to have sustained a severe beating. I gasped. What wasn’t black-and-blue was bright red. Geri was no longer a male, in any way.

I turned away, leaned over, and surrounded Geri’s shoulders tightly, in my arms. With cheeks pressed tightly together, we cried softly. I pulled back and covered her face with gentle kisses. "Oh, darling. It will be beautiful." I whispered. "I know it will. It will be perfect, for you and for me."

I turned to ask something of Louise. She was gone. I looked back to Geri. Silently, I joined her on the bed, and we laid quietly in each others arms until it was time to go.

 

To be continued in part eight.

 

 

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