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Hard Times By Gingerfred Man Prologue ? Boring Historical Perspective This story takes place in the future, at a time when the effect of U.S. politicians' pandering to special interests and senior citizens, the only demographic that actually votes, is fully realized. A new, second depression has hit the United States and much of the world. People are out of work and hungry. But, of course, not every aspect of the economy and every individual would be suffering. People would still spend their meager resources on what really mattered to them. Like "Panty Boy" magazine, whose circulation actually increased during hard times. And even in the worst economy, some people still make money. Chapter One ? Opportunity When I graduated from high school, I had no prospects for a job. I was not alone. No one I knew had prospects. The New Depression had depressed us all. Mom and Dad, thank goodness, had paid off their mortgage during good times, but unpaid taxes were threatening foreclosure for my unemployed parents. My name's Brendan Casey and I was especially challenged for employment. At five foot five and 130 pounds, I was unqualified for the only kinds of jobs, "lifting-things" jobs, that people seemed to be getting those days. If it hadn't been for my mother's sister, we would have probably starved. Aunt Tiffy seemed to have plenty of money and was very kind to share it. We didn't ask where she was getting the money and didn't even care if it was legal. I knew it had something to do with my cousin Jeremy Murphy, who was a year older than I and rumored to have a good- paying job. I hadn't seen Jeremy in a couple of years, but I liked him a lot. Small like me, he had a lot of chutzpah and a great sense of humor. I wondered why no one spoke of what Jeremy actually did to earn the money that was supporting two families. But I was about to find out. A week after my high-school graduation, I received some incredible news. I had a job!!!! No one got jobs those days. Especially runts like me. But not only had Jeremy arranged for a job for me, he told my mother that I would be making as much as he was in a short time. I was stunned. Then joyous. I never got to the skeptical stage, but I should have. Chapter Two ? Vicki Jeremy sent me a bus ticket and even some money for food along the way. What a great guy! The fact that I had not received a job description was a minor inconvenience. Jeremy gave me his address and asked that I arrive at 6 p.m. on a given day. I was so excited that I kissed my family goodbye and arrived three hours early. I stood in front of a lovely, posh, condo complex, gave my name to the guard and was waved through to walk to Jeremy's apartment. I wondered what the heck Jeremy was doing to make so much money, at 19, in a depressed economy. Whatever it was, I would be doing it soon too. And making money. Wow! I took a deep breath and knocked on Jeremy's door. No response. I was early. Maybe Jeremy wasn't home. I decided to sit and wait. But then I heard footsteps. I was very excited. The door opened and there stood?..a babe! A beautiful babe. Wearing a sheer peignoir robe, black stockings and very high heels. The peignoir was opened to reveal the cleavage of a large set of perfect titties. The babe's hair was blonde, with lots of tight curls. Her face was a masterpiece ? cute, sweet and expertly made up, though the lipstick was a bit smeared and she seemed a little disheveled. The shocker was that it was Jeremy's face. Oh my goodness! I was speechless, but Jeremy wasn't. "He" squealed very loudly and hugged me hard. "His" voice was sweet and feminine. "Brendan, it's wonderful to see you! I'm so happy you're here. You're early, but that's all right. Did you have a good trip? I can't see you right now, Honey, I'm working, but let me set you up in your room. Follow me." Dumbfounded, I did so. I watched my male cousin wiggle his way through the house and shamefully, I got an erection. A big one. That would be fodder for an analyst one day. If people could ever afford analysts again. Jeremy was chattering, "I think you'll like your room. You can watch TV and there's food in the fridge. I have to get back to Rolf and Sven, my two Swedish businessmen friends. I always say I'm only going to make love with one of them, but I can never choose. They're such dolls and they complement each other. Rolf likes my 'pussy' dry and extra tight, so he always fucks me first while Sven watches. Sven likes my pussy wet and sticky, so he always goes next. After that, we just let things happen. " I guess Jeremy noticed the look of horror on my face, but at first, he took it as jitters. Then he said, "Wait a minute, Honey. Didn't anyone tell you about my job? Oh no, they didn't. Those cowards. I'm a hostess at the 'Panty Boy Club' resort. It's a wonderful job. They made me over into a beautiful, desirable girl and I couldn't be happier. Oh, Honey, don't worry. We all keep our clitties and balls. See?" Jeremy opened his silky peignoir and showed me a very nice, pink package of cock and balls. Standing tall. Jeremy led me into a huge, feminine, beautiful room with a private bath, king-size bed and home entertainment center. The luxury of it in those times was stupefying. Then he kissed me on the forehead, handed me the remote control and sissy- ran back to Rolf and Sven. I sat on the bed and began to tremble. My cousin was a faggot and all my dreams had been dashed. How could I go home and tell everyone I failed? I could never tell anyone the truth. But how could I give this luxury up? Horrible sounds of faggotry were coming from Jeremy's room. I had to get away from it, so I ran to the kitchen. Wow! A full pantry and refrigerator. How long had it been since I had seen that? I considered having a sandwich. There was fresh bread and meat. Lots of meat. And butter. I hadn't seen butter in quite a while. Mostly we just ate rice and beans. My stomach was turning, but how could I pass up that food? I made myself a big, thick roast beef sandwich on two slices of sourdough bread, with lettuce and tomato. It was heaven on earth. And I drank two cans of Diet Pepsi as I considered my plight. Maybe I could get a different job at the resort. Maintenance or bartending or something. Yeah, that was an idea. I would ask Jeremy when he was done "working." His "work" sure was noisy. How could my cousin allow someone to do that to him? Yet, he seemed so happy. Eventually, Jeremy sent Rolf and Sven on their way and he joined me in the kitchen. "Did you get something to eat?" my beautiful cousin asked. "Yes, thank you, Jeremy," I said. "Sweetie, why don't you call me 'Vicki?' I'm really not 'Jeremy' any more and never will be. I'm a girl now and I love it." I felt like regurgitating my roast beef sandwich and "Vicki" noticed. "You're nervous about the change and about being with men," she said. "Trust me. You'll get over that and love what you do. And you'll live well, support your family, and make them proud." I doubted that. Vicki said, "That sandwich wasn't enough for you. Let me fix you something." She got up, moving easily in five-inch stiletto mules and began to fix me an omelet. With three eggs! More eggs than a family would use in a week. "Aren't you eating?" I asked, as she set the omelet before me. Vicki smiled. "I'm full, Honey. I must have swallowed a quart of Rolf and Sven's cum. I'll have something later. Now tell me everything about everyone back home." I did. And that made her sad. She really was a sweet, caring person. And the sexiest human being I had ever met. Despite myself, I was very aroused in her presence. Her legs were spectacular and the evil thought of doing things with Vicki that Rolf and Sven had done with her just wouldn't go away. Vicki was very wise. "Don't worry, Honey. You'll get a wonderful job tomorrow when we meet my boss, Mr. Rodgers. Then you can help your family and yourself and everything will be better for all of us." I was hoping that Vicki meant something like a maintenance job or something, because I could never be a "hostess" like her. Never. Still, I had a painful erection caused by something, and it wasn't dreams of unclogging toilets and sweeping floors. Vicki noticed. "You poor kid. Look at you, all hard and throbbing. And I haven't even offered you any relief. What a terrible hostess I am. And what you must think if me. Now stand up and pull your zipper down. You need a proper milking." I couldn't! She was my cousin! I was scared. Vicki said, "Don't worry, Honey. I'm not going to do anything bad. I'm just going to help you clear your balls a little so you can think about your future more clearly. Now, stand up." I gulped and complied. My poor cock was outrageous. Vicki lovingly, but efficiently pulled down my zipper, then pulled my pants and underpants down to my ankles, revealing a respectable cock and balls. Vicki whistled. "I haven't seen that package since we were little. You'll be even more popular with equipment like that. Men like sweet, innocent, shy, big-cocked sissies best." I thought that the idea of men admiring my cock and balls would make me lose my erection. Instead, I seemed to get even harder and warmer. Vicki began to stroke me, playing with my foreskin with her right hand and cuddling my sore, needy balls with her left. "Yep, you'll be very popular with the guys. They'll pay big bucks for the beautiful, shy sissy in the red dress, with long legs in silky stockings. They'll go wild when they see this pretty thing between your legs. (stroke) They'll want to kiss it and put it in their mouths. (stroke, stroke) They'll want to kiss it and lick it and suck your pretty pink balls. (cuddle) Then they'll make you cum in their mouths, because you're so pretty and sweet and feminine. And you'll cum hard (SPURT) just as you are now. Ohhh! So much cum! You really needed that. Another big one. That's my girl. That's my Tina!" Tina? No way. But that stroking and the narration were certainly exciting. Chapter Three ? Tina? At seven o'clock, Vicki said, "I have a date coming over for the evening, Sweetie, but enjoy the rest of the apartment and your room. Tomorrow morning, we'll take you over to Mr. Rodgers and nail down your job." She kissed me sweetly and I went to my room. I didn't want to be there when her "date" showed up. I didn't want to look at any of her actual "dates." Looking around the room, I had to say it was very nice. I didn't see why I would need a vanity area, but I loved the king-sized bed, the private bath with sunken, doublewide tub and the huge TV. What grabbed my immediate attention, though, was the stack of "Panty Boy" magazines, going back three or four years. "Panty Boy" had brought men's secret adoration of sissies out of the closet and had made its publisher, Nick Nickerson, a billionaire. Nick loved the good life, personally selecting the newly eighteen cuties who dressed in gorgeous lingerie, and painted their faces for the magazine's cumstorm-producing "pictorials." In every issue, there was always at least one delicious, 30-plus-picture pictorial of a young creampuff posing and stroking himself to cum after creamy cum, and another, longer pictorial of a different pretty boy being loved, in cummy detail, by a "Daddy" with a very large cock. Men bought the magazine by the millions. In hard times, sales actually went up! And the cover price of $10.95 (an enormous sum during the New Depression) stayed constant. Men were willing to pay anything to forget their problems and think about the soft love of a sissy, forgetting their woes for several delicious, cummy minutes. I began to look through the latest issue. I had seen the magazine once, when I was about twelve and my Dad had left his stash carelessly in full view. I remembered cumming in my underpants, the first time I had ever orgasmed, as I flipped the glossy pages and saw a little doll named "Lori" take what looked like a Genoa salami attached to a hairy man's crotch, into her tiny, pink bottom. The look of ecstasy on her face kept me awake several nights as I thought about making love to her and making her popsy shoot cream, like mine did as I touched it and thought of her. I also had brief, shameful thoughts about being Lori, lying on my back as a man brought me to screaming, helpless ejaculation. But I suppressed those thoughts as being gay. Right after I emptied my balls. I opened the latest issue to the table of contents. "Karen in her boudoir, preparing for her man" was the first "pictorial," then a photo article about Nick Nickerson's latest extravagant party at his extravagant mansion (the Panty Palace) in Fromage, Wisconsin. Then an article on some new Italian penis-extender car, a "pigskin preview," and the coup de grace, an extensive pictorial entitled, "Cynthia completely satisfies her lover?..and herself." I was sure the TV remote was somewhere and I could watch arm wresting on ESPN5 or something, but I decided to look at "Panty Boy" a bit first. It was suddenly very hot in that room, so I stripped naked to read more comfortably. Unlike some magazines where the model starts out fully clothed, then strips for the camera, "Panty Boy" girls often wear nothing, then add lingerie to stunning effect. "Karen" was the cutest boy I had ever seen and his naked body was slim and girlish. His little peener was about three inches long, achingly erect and complemented by a gorgeous wrinkled bag of walnuts. Karen was looking into the mirror, holding a sheer, white nightie against himself and suddenly she was a sexy, desirable, girlish babe. The camera loved Karen as she made up her lovely features, then slowly slid on sheer, white stockings and impossibly high stiletto sandals. Her little sissy clitty was stiff in every picture. And my boyish rammer was equally erect. Karen began to stroke herself as she looked at a framed picture of a handsome young man. The photography was excellent. And timely. It caught the first exquisite jet of spunk as it flew from the angel's cock, as well as her ecstatic face, in perfect focus. The next six pictures showed Karen in the sweet agony of crushing orgasm, and the small lake of cum that formed on the doll's flat, downy tummy, right below her pulled-up nightie. In the last two pictures, Karen is shown licking her cum from her manicured fingers as she again looks longingly at the boyfriend's photo. Every man who looked at those pictures was imagining that he was Karen's boyfriend. Opening her door. Watching her react to his arrival. Squealing and running to embrace her lover. Then surrendering her wondrous body to her boyfriend's every lusty desire. How could any living man look at that pictorial and not cum? I was living, so I made a big cummy mess twice. On the first picture, where she lay on her back tickling her testicles, then on the third picture, in the sequence where she was cumming and scrunching her pretty face so cutely. Oh, Mama. And I hadn't even looked at the hardcore pictorial yet. I decided to wait a bit and let my bag refill. I turned the TV on, flipping through all 218 channels, none of which had anything good on. In the next room, Vicki's date had arrived, and they were grunting and gasping on the other side of the wall. For some reason, I wasn't as disgusted as I had been with Rolf and Sven. What the heck. I picked up Panty Boy again. That article on the Panty Palace parties was really stupid. It was just pictures of Nick Nickerson with a pretty sissy on each arm. The panty boys were wearing evening gowns, slit up the sides, with silky stockings and big heels. They certainly were pretty, even the ones who were still wearing boyish haircuts. There were all kinds of celebrities at the parties, and I don't mean the Hollywood Squares kind. They were A-list celebrities, all with at least one lovely sissy on their arms. And later, in their beds. Enough of that. I wanted to see Cynthia "completely satisfying her lover." I was not disappointed. Cynthia was a girlish little angel with a heartbreakingly beautiful face, slim body, budding little titties with big, puffy nipples, and the best looking ass I had ever seen on anyone, male or female. She was sitting at her vanity stool in her boudoir, brushing her long, straight, blonde hair. Her little willie, barely three inches, was stiff and dripping as she considered her perfectly made-up beauty in the mirror. She was wearing only a purple basque, with ruffled garter straps, connected to seamed, tan stockings. Her long, delicious legs ended in purple, five-inch- stiletto-sandal mules, encasing her perfect, painted toesies. In the next picture, Cynthia's lover had arrived. He was an older man, magnificently hung, naked and rampant, standing behind her and kissing her neck to Cynthia's very obvious pleasure. The man then removed a beaker of cold cream from the vanity table and used it to lubricate Cynthia's heavenly bottom with two rude fingers. The girl was shown spurting her cream for the first of what I hoped would be many times. I was erect yet again and I lay down on my bed to turn the page. With the lovers still both standing, Cynthia's beau entered her tiny hole from behind, making his huge cock disappear in a feat worthy of the world's finest magician. Cynthia's face was a tableau of submission and the pleasure that surrender engenders. In the next picture, both lovers were cumming hard. Cynthia's pretty face was scrunched as her little pricklet shot its sticky, girlish juice. The man was in paradise as his cum ebbed from his lover's bottom, drenching her silky thighs. That wasn't all of the pictures, but that was all for me, folks. I blew yet another load of my plentiful, 18-year-old gooies. No wonder Dad bought the magazine. No wonder all those men did. It was heaven on earth to think about being, I mean fucking, one of those sissy treasures. Then I noticed something for the first time. Vicki had left a nightie draped over a chair, obviously for me. I certainly didn't need it. Naked would have been a fine way for me to sleep. Plus, that was a girl's garment and I was there to get a maintenance man's job. I went into the bathroom to wash all my cum off. Returning to the bedroom, I was seized with the notion of just holding the nightie against me. To see it there. What it would look like. Just that. So I did. It was a white little lacy thing, and very short. Barely covering my package. For some crazy reason, I was hard again as I looked at myself. Then I decided to just try it on. Well, it wasn't like Frosty the Snowman's magic hat. I didn't begin to dance around or anything. But it felt very good. Very good. And I looked even better than it felt. Pretty, sort of. I began to have very naughty thoughts. What if the man in the Panty Boy pictorial saw me dressed like that? Would he want to fuck me? Would I let him? How would that feel? Oh, no?..I was cumming again! It was an awful, gay cum. But it was so intense that I doubled over. Exhausted, I got into bed, turned out the light and fell asleep. I was awakened at 8 by a very cheery Vicki. "How wonderful! You wore the nightie. You look very pretty in it, Sweetie." I was completely and permanently humiliated. My cheeks were burning with shame. Vicki acted as if me wearing feminine clothes was the most natural thing. "Let's go, Tina. Breakfast is ready and we have lots to do before your noon appointment with Mr. Rodgers." The need for breakfast overwhelmed my shame. I wished that Vicki would stop calling me Tina. But French toast and bacon made me too weak to resist. Vicki was wearing a very risqu?, see-through nightie. Her boobs were spectacular. Her hips were wide and her waist waspish. "How did you get that body?" I asked as we were putting the dishes in the washer. Vicki smiled. "Hormones and minor surgeries. You should know. Your mother's been giving you hormones for about three months now." My heart sank. Oh no! Mom said those were allergy shots and that they had side effects, like itchy nipples and softer skin. My nipples had been itchy at first, then I seemed to be adding a little flesh under them. How stupid I was. "You didn't know! Geez, I told your Mom to tell you everything. Well, no harm done, since you know now. In about six months, you'll have a body just like mine." Horror! Disaster! Huge, unexplained erection. What was happening to me? Well, whatever it was, I resolved to put a stop to it. After I got my manly maintenance job. Dressing manly and doing maintenance things. With big, heavy boots. And lots of keys. On a thick chain. Vicki hustled me off to my room, where she insisted I take an immediate shower. When I got out, she showed me how to pat myself dry, not rub. Then she began doing horrible things to me. Things I hated. She slipped a pair of special, boy's panties on me, with a pink, translucent sack designed for a "package" like mine. I didn't know they made such things and my shame was almost as big as my erection. Stockings came next. My first stockings. White and silky. With a long, sexy seam. And a ruffled, silky white garter belt. Oh. I was so humiliated when I spurted my sticky cream, just from putting on those stockings and seeing myself in the mirror wearing them. Vicki didn't seem surprised in the least. She cleaned me up, gave me fresh panties, and showed me how to put on my make-up, insisting that I pay attention to technique. I (blush) came helplessly into my panties when I saw how pretty I was. Very pretty. I was turned on by my feminine self. Vicki smiled knowingly as she helped me change my panties again, cleaning me with a wet facecloth and towel. Was everyone affected like that, or was I a simpering little sissy faggot? Vicki spent the next hour helping me learn to walk in three-inch heels, half the height of hers, but precarious for me. Then she put my first (and I hoped last) bra on me. I really only had A-minus cup titties at the time, but the bra made me feel very girlie, as did the way the heels made my bottom jut out in lewd invitation. Vicki helped me apply perfume, then slipped a pretty pink dress over my head and pulled it on me. It fit me perfectly and showed off my legs to a tee. I was "on the verge" again, a condition that I feared would be permanent whenever I was in girlie clothes. Vicki showed me my beautiful self in the mirror and, to my amazement, I sighed with pleasure. "You're gorgeous, Tina," my sweet cousin said. "Now let's go get that job." Docily, I took the tiny purse she offered me and followed Vicki out the door. Chapter Four ? Mr. Rodgers Mr. Rodgers was the manager of our "Panty Boy" Spa and Resort. It was one of 20 such operations in the country and, like the rest, was almost printing money. Mr. Rodgers was a good manager who took care of his customers and the sissies who worked for him. And the sissies took care of him. All day and all night. If Mr. Rodgers had a limit in his love for sissies, no one had seen it yet. I was very nervous when Vicki and I knocked on the boss's door at precisely the appointed time. I had to admit that I appeared to be a feminine knockout, an opinion obviously shared by the six or seven wolf-whistling men we saw on the way to the office. But I knew I could never do "sex things" with a man. Any man. Mr. Rodgers called for us to enter and I got an immediate surprise. A delicious little creampuff was sitting on a man's lap and they were kissing hungrily. They were the only two people in Mr. Rodgers' office, so I assumed the man was he. I was right. The girl was a doll ? lots of tight, blonde curls, big, kissable lips and wide, sky-blue eyes. Her perfect, sexy body filled a white summer dress, with big, black polka dots. She was wearing white stockings, with a satin garter belt and pretty white, five-inch-stiletto sandals. And she had been wearing skimpy pink panties, but they were circling her right ankle at that moment. The girl was holding her skirts up to her belly button and Mr. Rodgers had his big, manly hand around her lovely cock, skinning it sweetly as they kissed. (Gulp) Vicki and I waited patiently as Mr. Rodgers stroked and kissed that heavenly babe through a series of little grunts and squeals, followed by her short scream and trembling, geyser of a cum. The girl's eyes rolled back in her head as she gave herself over to pleasure, spurting a copious amount of sticky cream onto the office floor. She looked at Vicki and me, smiling proudly, then fell to her knees between Mr. Rodgers' legs. She extracted his naked cock, then began to lick, suck, stroke, kiss, tickle and tongue it to his obvious delight. Suddenly, as his cock was being worshiped, Mr. Rodgers seemed to notice us. "Oh, hi, Vicki. You know Emily." "Hi, Emily," Vicki said. Emily grunted hello as she sucked and licked. "And is this your pretty cousin?" I blushed at the compliment and panicked that he would want me to do "things" to him like poor Emily was doing. Vicki said, "Mr. Rodgers, this is Tina. Isn't she pretty?" Mr. Rodgers looked at me in fair appraisal. Not a leer. A businessman's eye. "Yes, Vicki. She is. Tina!" "Yes, sir," I said warily. "Tell me about yourself. Take your time doing it. Start with first grade." Wow. I guess he was seeing if I was articulate. Fortunately, I am. I began to tell my life story, but was very distracted by Emily and Mr. Rodgers' activities. As I got to the story of my hamster in third grade, Mr. Rodgers had stood Emily up. Amazingly, Mr. Rodgers hadn't cum yet and his huge tool was red, thick, stiff and angry. I guess he was listening to me as he parted Emily's perfect bottom cheeks with his thumbs and began tonguing her tiny hole. The sweet girl, who hadn't uttered any actual words in my presence, began to squeal and cum once again. Mr. Rodgers continued his delicious sissy meal until Emily was in a complete dither. Then she turned and carefully, sat on his cock, taking the monster into her asspussy one inch at a time. Mr. Rodgers grunted with pleasure as his cock filled the little doll's entire love tube. I was telling them about my merit badges when I was a scout in seventh grade, and Emily's squealing made me increase my narration volume. I had barely mentioned eighth grade when Mr. Rodgers groaned and filled Emily's tight hole with a gallon of his hot, sticky cum. What a mess! As they kissed post-coitally, cum was running out of Emily's bottom onto her thighs and Mr. Rodgers' lap. Emily gathered her panties, waved goodbye to Mr. Rodgers, Vicki and me, and left the room. Mr. Rodgers waved goodbye and sat facing Vicki and me ? his cock limp and drooling goo. "That's very interesting, Tina. Now take your panties off and lift your skirts." I couldn't. I wouldn't. I did. But I wouldn't let him touch me. Mr. Rodgers said, "Vicki tells me you don't want to have sex with men. That's good. I don't want any gay panty boys. I want you to learn to accept your girlishness, then want the pleasures of men. But I wanted to see your response and I see that what you saw excited you." I blushed. The shame. He was right. I was hard as stone and my cockhead was drenched with pre-goo. He motioned for me to come to him. I froze. I looked at Vicki, who smiled and nodded, then I clicked and clacked over to him, panties down, skirts up, exposed. I was terrified. I didn't want to go home in shame and unemployed. But I wasn't letting this MAN fuck me. Mr. Rodgers saw my fear and said, "It's OK, Honey. Being a panty boy is about surrendering to feminine pleasures. You're not ready yet, but you would injure yourself if you left yourself that stiff and unmilked." He was right. My balls ached. Then he put his warm, skilled hand on me and gave me sweet relief. "It's OK, Tina," the understanding man said as he made me gasp and pant. "You're hired. We'll put you on the payroll today and start training you. Then, about eight weeks from now, you'll discover your sexual destiny. Whatever it is. You're so pretty and sexy. I hope you'll want to visit me some times and let me take you to bed. Emily will be in my bed tonight, all night. I'll take her to heaven again and again. Would you like that, pretty girl?" I wouldn't. It was disgusting. So why did I whimper and cum and cum and cum? Chapter Five ? Training When Mr. Rodgers said I would be put on the payroll, he wasn't kidding. I was making more money than the total of everyone in a six-block radius back home. And I was a big hero to the family I was supporting with that money. I was sad that I would have to give it all up in eight weeks, because I knew "doing it" with a man was out of the question. So I would just try to hang on as long as I could before they figured that I wasn't about to join their faggish little circle. Still, I had to admit, everything so far had been incredibly good. I didn't like being whacked off by that Mr. Rodgers bossman guy. Doing that as if he owned me or something. Like I was his possession to do anything he wanted. Surrendering. Submitting to him. No way. I felt sorry for that Emily girl. How could she get fucked like that by a man and act as if she enjoyed it? Didn't she have any pride? And she was incredibly pretty. Of course, if she weren't a panty boy, she would just be a schlumpy- looking, drab guy, like I used to be. There was that to consider. Oh, yes. I was pretty. Oh, yes. Pretty beyond my wildest imaginings and prettier every day they trained me. Thank goodness, the training wasn't about sex. It was about femininity and about working in the hospitality industry. I learned all about hair, nails, make-up and clothes ? all kinds of femmy things, including walking on huge heels and all the feminine mannerisms. But I also learned about mixing drinks, cooking, serving drinks and food and dealing with customers. Useful stuff and very skillfully taught by a 20-something panty boy named Ashley who could have won every beauty contest in the world by a landslide. Ashley was a terrific instructor to me and three other "girls," Haley, Courtney and Chelsea. Like me, the "girls" looked like every man's wet dream, especially Haley. Her mother and father were immigrants from Thailand. Haley was very smart, achieved great things in school, and then was unable to get any sort of job. Her long, straight, black hair, slight, slim build, perfect, nearly hairless skin and classic Asian beauty made it difficult to remember that, like me, she was just a guy doing a girlish job. Courtney and Chelsea seemed ready to make lots of men as wet as their dreams. Haley and I were the reluctant ones. Ashley, to her credit, didn't try to influence us sexually at all, aside from giving Haley and me a lovely milking twice a day. Ashley sent Courtney and Chelsea off for their milkings to Robbie Burnside, who ran the spa's gym. Robbie was big and broad and handsome and muscular and hairy and eager to ease the pain of the trainees. Haley and I wanted none of that, though we did find that our femininity had us so painfully aroused that we probably wouldn't have survived without those delicious milkings. Several times a day, whenever Ashley thought we needed it, we would stop training and take a milking break. Courtney and Chelsea would go off to some faggoty rendezvous as Haley and I stripped to our pretty lingerie, presenting our red, throbbing, needy cocks for Ashley's tender attentions. Haley was so beautiful. I loved to watch her being milked as I waited my turn. Her penis was miniscule, the size of a "ladyfinger," but it stood straight and proud. Her little hood of a foreskin was peeled back to reveal a perfect, pink prickhead. The sight of the goo oozing from her girlish peehole had me frantic with excitement. And her gasps, pants, whines and moans during the loving strokes often made me cum hard and wet. If the preliminaries didn't make me cum, surely the sound of Haley's girlish squeals as globs of sticky goo fled her bitsy balls did the trick. Sometimes I would look at Haley's pretty face as she made her messies. It was always scrunched in ecstasy, but when she opened her eyes, she would lock them with mine and smile prettily at me. Although I always came at least once watching Haley's milking, I was hard and ready for Ashley's glorious attentions. Even if I had come moments before, Ashley's warm, soft hand on my prick brought me to full attention. Throbbing. Needy. Haley always paid rapt attention to my milkings, which excited me even more. I'm proud that she gasped with wonder and delight when she first saw my big, fat prick and huge, hairy, cum-filled balls. When Ashley milked me, she would often tell me how much men appreciated a well-hung panty boy (as well as a teeny-weeny sissy like Haley). Ashley would use her pretty fingers skillfully as I would sneak peeks at Haley's once-again-rigid member. Haley was very excited by the sight of my big splitter. She told me once that the sight of such a masculine thing on such a pretty girl was very arousing. Sometimes she would lick her lips as she watched me squirm and moan under Ashley's care. My cock would leak furiously and then ? and this is the embarrassing part ? I would usually squeal like a girl as sticky cream leaped from my cock in thick, hot ropes. To this day, I don't know why I started doing that. It just seemed right. I guess Haley agreed, because the sight of my goo always brought her to another screaming crisis as she stroked her peener to an explosion of girlish goo. After those sessions, I always seemed to want more of something, but I didn't know what it was. Those two little tramps, Courtney and Chelsea spared us the details of their "milkings," but the cum drooling down their thighs from their bottoms and the occasional drop of shiny substance on their lips or clothes suggested that much more than the proper sort of medically necessary milking was taking place with that Burnside gorilla. And who knew how many others. Perhaps you've deduced that Haley and I felt morally superior to our two beautiful, but trampy classmates. We did. Ashley would gently suggest now and then that a milking from a man would be ten times as satisfying for girls like us, but we wanted no part of that. Uh uh. Haley and I had a vow. Although the memory of my milking at the hands of Mr. Rodgers had been very exciting. But we were going to resist all manner of faggotry, no matter what. It felt so much better to be part of a support group. Not that I wasn't getting support from my cousin Vicki. She was wonderful to me, housing me in her spare bedroom and comforting me about my misgivings. My titties were growing very well and I was pushing a B- cup. My body was taking on a lovely, feminine appearance and, truth be told, I loved the way I looked. I sort of, a little bit, kind of enjoyed some, a few maybe, of the stares and wolf whistles I got from almost every man I saw. But I wasn't going to suck their smelly cocks. Or take them inside me. Or even touch their cocks or kiss them! ICCCCCKKKK! I think I began to compromise my very sound and worthwhile principles during our fourth week of training, when we were learning about the proper wear of evening gowns. Ashley was wearing a tight, white strapless number with a high slit that showed the world a great body with a fantastic pair of legs. Her long hair was arranged in a nighttime predatory mane and her evening make-up embarrassed me by making me get fresh panties twice in the first hour of class. Panty "accidents" were common among the four of us, but I knew this would be a particularly difficult day for me. I couldn't stop looking at the other girls, but also at myself. I was wearing a red sequined stunner with a high slit that showed off my black-stockinged legs, which ended in red strappy, five-inch-stiletto sandals that revealed my red-painted toenails under the stockings. Looking at myself in the mirror made me gasp and cum yet again. I couldn't help it! I was so beautiful and those clothes rubbed me so sensuously. Thanks goodness Courtney had also cum once that morning and Chelsea and Haley twice each. Speaking of Haley, I think seeing her radiant girlish beauty in a black, spaghetti-strapped evening gown was the most exciting sight of my life to that point. Besides the sight of myself, of course. When the two little tramps went off for their milking break with Robbie that morning, I took a bold step. "Ashley, would it be all right if I milked Haley, instead of you doing it? I mean, if it's all right with you, Haley." Haley beamed. Wow, she was beautiful! "I would love that, Tina. Please unzip me," Haley said. My heart skipped. We unzipped each other and stripped to our lingerie and big heels. I stood behind Haley and reached around her right hip. I reached into her panties and touched her little peener. It was about the size of my little finger, but it was stiff and dripping madly. Haley shuddered with pleasure as Ashley looked on with approval. I had never touched a cock before and I was concerned about the gayness of it all. But Haley was so darned feminine! And so pretty. And my goodness, she was acting as if I were the sexiest person alive. Haley leaned back into me and whimpered with lust as I rubbed her tiny cockhead with my painted fingertips. Oh my! My own cock was enflamed and hard as diamonds. Was I going to??oh no. I needed fresh panties yet again. As I was spasming and spurting hot cum, Haley turned her head and kissed me. Now THAT was exciting! I had never kissed a boy. But Haley wasn't really a boy. Anyway, who gave a fuck? It was fantastic. She smelled wonderful. Her lips were the sweetest candy I had ever tasted. And she came in jerking spasms as my tongue tipped hers for the first time. Haley turned and we kissed face to face. I lifted her tiny body in my arms, holding her by her pretty bottom as I kissed her and rubbed my half-hard, drooling cock against her stockinged left thigh. Haley was whimpering and rubbing her cock against my stomach as she kissed me and pushed toward her next orgasm. I had never been half as excited in my life. And ashamed. Some. A little. About being dressed as a girl and doing sex things with a lovely girlie boy. But I would get over it. Haley and I kissed and rubbed through three gushers each and I wish we had stopped at three. Partly because we felt like wet dishrags after and partly because Chelsea and Courtney caught the last act of our drama as they sissied back into the room from their little sodomy session. Haley and I lost a smidge of our moral superiority, but what we gained was worth it. I believed I was in love. And at least I wasn't sucking some man's icky cock. Hmmmppphhh. The rest of that day we tried on around ten more evening gowns and were so excited that we had to have three more milking breaks. Sharing my body with Haley was divine. As the day ended, the most wonderful coincidence occurred! Ashley told Haley and me that due to overcrowding in the Panty Boy dorm (where Haley, Courtney and Chelsea were staying), Haley was going to be moved out. Ashley had mentioned this to my cousin Vicki, who immediately offered her home to Haley, if I wouldn't mind sharing my room with her. Cowabunga! Sleeping in the same bed every night with Haley for the next four weeks ? until they fired me for not sucking men's cocks ? that was the best news I had ever heard. As icing on an already sweet cake, the spa had previously moved Haley's things and set them up in my room, so all we would have to do when we got home would be?.get to know each other better. When training ended that day, I grabbed Haley's hand and walked her to Vicki's apartment. We tottered along in our short skirts, sexy stockings and big heels, holding hands like sissy sweethearts involved in a torrid love affair, which is what I guess we were. Vicki was there waiting for us and gave us both big hugs and welcoming kisses. I already lived there. What was Vicki welcoming me to? Hmmmm. Vicki made her excuses about a pressing engagement (some guy pressing her against a wall and fucking her tight bottom, no doubt) leaving Haley and me alone in the house. With privacy. No one else around. Every second you waste in life is gone forever, so I picked Haley up in a Rhett Butler carry and took her into my bedroom. She was squealing happily and kissing me the whole way, so I guess she didn't want to waste time either. I set Haley on the bed, then undid my skirt. I pulled my top, then skirt over my head and shimmied my pretty panties down, exposing my ramrod cock to Haley's welcoming eyes. Haley had only managed to get her blouse unbuttoned and panties off, but that was OK for the moment. I had much to explore, but much time to do it. What was I going to do? Should I fuck her? Haley lay there on her back, her breathing exaggerated. I saw something in her eyes that is the one thing men prize above all in their women. Submission. I could have done anything with Haley then and she would have loved it. I made a mental note that it bode poorly for our vow that she would surrender to me like that. What if a man had her on her back like I did? Her pretty lips parted for a kiss. Her body an open invitation. I had bigger fish to fry though, so I set about the delightful business of making love to the sexiest person alive. It occurred to me that I had never seen Haley's bosom. So I softly removed her bra. No real titties were in evidence; only puffy little nipples that begged for kisses. They were sexier than those half- grapefruits bad breast surgeons attach to some poor girls. I decided to see if Haley liked having her nipples kissed. I teased her a little, moving slowly toward her chest with my mouth. Watching her reaction as I puckered my glossed lips to kiss her sensitive titty-flesh. Then feeling her spasm as I licked the tip of Haley's right nipple. She liked it. So I kept doing it. I gave her right nipple a gentle sucking, then did the same to her left nipple. My darling's eyes got wide, she cried out and began to spurt her spunk. One jet was so powerful that it hit my cheek. I had "male" cum on my cheek. Yet, I didn't die. Maybe there's no curse with all of that after all. I decided to find out. I kissed Haley's nipples sweetly all through her world-rocker cum and its aftershocks. Then I kept kissing her until, gasping for air, she erected once again. Drawing a breath and crossing a mental bridge, I kissed my way to Haley's privates, then began to lick off all of her sweet cum from her tummy, cock and balls. It was delicious and once again, I wasn't struck down. Haley looked as if she were having a near-death experience though. I guess a pretty girl (me) licking the cum off your most sensitive parts can be most arousing. She actually screamed when I took her cock and balls into my mouth and adored them with my tongue. It wasn't like doing it with a man, OK? Haley was mostly a girl. But what did that make me? I slurped her little popsy happily and when she grunted and filled my mouth with an amazing amount of sticky cream for a little girl, I swallowed every drop. Something had just happened there, yet I was trying to convince myself that it had not. Haley, for her part, wasn't worrying about such things. She shucked off the rest of her clothes, except for her hose and heels, and pushed me onto my back. She lay on top of me, all 98 pounds of her, and kissed me as if I were Ed McMahon telling her she won the sweepstakes. Then that bad girl unhooked my bra and gave me a dose of my own medicine. I had played with my nipples in the shower a little, but it's always completely different when someone else "does" you. Haley licked and tormented my nipples until I was in sexual agony. To make things worse, she was massaging my balls the whole time. Well, I was more than ready for a bone-crushing cum, but when my eyes filled with tears as I spurted thick, hot globs and I screamed like a Brownie at camp, that surprised me. Was I going to be girlish like that forever? Were the effects reversible? Did I want them to be? Haley was distracting me a bit from all my introspection by sucking my cock That was very distracting, especially since she seemed to be so good at it. So very good at it. How she ever got my big rammer into that tiny mouth was beyond me. But there were other surprises in store. Though I was grunting and panting, the part of my brain that was still in my cranium was telling me that I was soon going to be depositing a big load into a very pretty mouth. Not so. When I got to my maximum cock girth, Haley stopped sucking me and began to kiss my lips. It was dangerous to leave me in that condition, but I kissed her back. Then she got up and went into the bathroom. She was in there for several minutes. I was a little concerned, and called out, asking her if she was all right. Haley called back that she was fine. Then I started feeling sorry for myself. I had that big erection and no place to put it. Moments later, my problem was solved. Haley got on top of me and kissed me tonguily. Then she rolled off me and onto her back. She reached under her legs, and boosted them up to expose her lovely, precious bottomhole. Did she want?? Her eyes answered. They begged for a fucking. Hard and wet. My cock regained all its vigor as I mounted her, covering her with my larger, though feminine, body. "I made myself wet for you, Tina," Haley moaned. "Baby oil." Oh. I entered her with first one finger, then two, to make sure she was open enough for me. She wasn't. There was no way I would be able to get into her tiny body with my big equipment. But she would not be denied. She whimpered with pleasure as my fingers explored her warm place, kissing me with a lust I had never experienced. I breathed, "I don't want to hurt you, Baby. I love you." Haley hugged me. "I love you too, Tina. Now please fuck me!" Geez. Fearing failure, but excited nonetheless, I rubbed my cockhead all around Haley's little panty-boy pussy. It felt wonderful to me already and Haley seemed to be on the verge of another monster cum herself. I pushed a little and didn't kill her. Except with pleasure. Haley loved taking my cock. I managed to get about half the head seated in her anus and she dug her nails into my back, shuddered and came. In the act of orgasm, she moved her bottom toward me and the entire head was engulfed. That set her to crying and begging for more cock. Wow! I pushed and more slipped in. Haley cried out and I stopped. "Are you all right, Sweetheart?" I asked with real concern. "Not until the rest of it's in me," my brave little trooper said. I obliged, sheathing my sword to the hilt and making poor Haley almost faint with pleasure. The girl was beautiful, was my roommate, loved sex and loved me. The fact that she was a guy seemed irrelevant, especially considering the femmy state I found myself in. Stunned that I had gotten my whole meat into her bottom, I felt down there to reassure myself of the miracle. It was confirmed and Haley seemed to feel all pleasure and no pain. I began to move in and out of her, slowly at first, then with increasing speed, heat and fury. We kissed like hungry wolves, grunted and whimpered, squealed and moaned, then, as one, we felt the mother of all orgasms send its first gentle signals, followed by bigger and more insistent ones. We were over the edge, our toes had been blasted off with pleasure, our guts replaced with furnaces set on high. Every molecule of cum left my body and entered Haley's gorgeous rectum. Simultaneously, she drenched her own stomach with more cum than I had ever seen all in one place. It was glorious, ladies and gentlemen, and it was only 7:30 p.m. on the first night of four weeks we were to room together. They were an incredible four weeks. Haley and I were molten with love. We gave each other at least ten killer orgasms every day and night. I learned to enjoy every square millimeter of Haley's body and she mine. I would spend at least a half hour every day eating out her bottom before I fucked her. NEVER, did I think I would do that, but she adored it. So I did it with great zeal. I fucked Haley three or four times a day too. She was an angel of love, eager to please and capable of extraordinary pleasure-giving. Unfortunately, Haley wasn't really able to fuck me very well. Her little pospy was so small that I could hardly feel it. But I certainly felt her tongue in my bottom as she licked me to multiple orgasms every day. She was also very skillful in using her pretty fingers to give me a prostate massage to even more orgasms. All that and I was getting paid a huge amount of money. Supporting my family. Loving Haley. Would I ever see her again after they cast us out for failure to make love to men? Even if I did, we wouldn't have all the femmy stuff we had. Beautiful lingerie. Good meals. But that was a small price to pay to avoid a life of faggotry, wasn't it? Still, I was getting pretty depressed about the situation until, during the last week of training, we began dancing lessons. "A good hostess is a good dancer," Ashley said wisely. I knew I wasn't going to be anyone's hostess, but I played along. We four students were wearing strapless cocktail dresses with petticoats ? very fifties ? and we looked, as always, mega-babish. We even had the elbow-length white gloves, which made me feel even femmier. In fact, my girlishness was threatening to stomp out the flame of my masculinity. But that would never happen, because I knew there were certain awful, faggish things I would never do with a man. And Haley agreed with me. I was wondering which of the girls I would be dancing with when the classroom door opened and in walked ? MEN! Four very handsome men in black dinner jackets. James Bond- like men. Very handsome. Which I'm only saying so you have an accurate narrative. We hadn't had men with us in training before, but I guessed we needed them for dancing. Not for much else though. I mean, I had Haley and she had me. So why did I need that guy named Alex who introduced himself to me and asked if he could have the next dance? He was tall. Even in my five-inch heels, my eyes were about even with his lips. They were nice lips. Very masculine. And he was very muscular. Sort of handsome too, I guess. I looked over at Haley and a guy was asking her to dance too. He was shorter than Alex and not as good-looking. That was good, because I didn't want him or Haley to have any ideas. I certainly had no ideas, other than getting this dancing stuff over and getting Haley back to Vicki's place for an all-night shagging. I agreed to dance with Alex because I guessed I had to. Part of training and all that. It was a good thing my Mom had taught me to dance. She always led, so following was easy for me. Dancing in five-inch stilettos was no real challenge either, since those were really the only shoes we wore. Alex put his right hand around my left hip and held my right hand in his left one. I put my left hand on his shoulder. And then I began to tremble. I was terrified of something, but I didn't know what. Alex noticed. "Are you all right, Tina? I hope you're all right. Shall we stop?" Gee. He was pretty sweet and considerate. I controlled myself a bit and said, "No, that's OK. Let's dance." Alex smiled. Omigosh! It was a dazzler of a smile. Then he said, "I'm so glad. I've seen you around and I've been dying to meet you. You're the most beautiful girl who ever came through this place." I gasped. Then I was really afraid. Alex's compliment was like a sausage pizza to a starving frat boy. I was stunned by the impact it had on me. I felt my inhibitions leaving my body. Mentally, I grabbed at them frantically and hauled them back in. Still, I sort of glowed with the praise. Could he really mean it? I mean, I knew I was beautiful, but the best ever? Wow. He had to know what that had done to me. I was blushing hotly, which I knew he could see. I was also fiercely erect, which he couldn't see through my petticoats, but I knew it. And I was ashamed. Ashley turned the music on. A slow one, darn it, and we began to dance. Alex was a smooth dancer and he kept looking at me. Like he was crazy about me or something. Did I have that effect on men? I blushed some more, I looked over at Haley and she appeared to be in a like predicament. Be strong, Haley, I said to her telepathically. "Let's dance a little closer ladies and gentlemen," Ashley said. "This isn't a Catholic school formal." That was no problem for Chelsea and Courtney, who were dancing as if they wanted their partners to ravage them on the dance floor. But Haley and I moved closer reluctantly. Alex was gentle, but insistent until, Mamma mia! Despite the petticoats and dress and Alex's tux, I could feel Alex's iron bar rubbing against my own. Through the clothes. Rubbing. I wanted to pull away, but feeling his cock against mine as I smelled his aftershave and danced and rubbed against him??. I was only human. Alex saw the need in my eyes and when I turned my chin up a quarter inch, he kissed me. GAY ALERT!!!!! Sirens went off in my head. Then trumpets. Then only little bells ? soft little bells. Tinkling. As he kissed me. He was a good kisser and my body, not my mind, liked it a lot. When he slowly entered my open mouth with his tongue, I lost it. My eyes got wide, I squealed and I began to spurt my cream all over my panties and petticoats and pretty dress. A monster cum! An evil, gay cum. That I broke off, along with the kissing, as soon as the last glorious tingle left me. I stepped back and away from Alex, my breast heaving. Shame masked my face. I dared to look at Haley and she was also kissing her young man and clearly in the throes of a four- star cum. What was wrong with us? OK. Everyone has lapses. That was ours. We hadn't actually done anything awful. Hadn't touched those big, hard things of theirs. Or (horrors) taken them into our mouths or bottoms. So we were redeemable. Ashley asked me if I were all right, then pointed up a grim fact to both Haley and me. "Your partner just gave you a wonderful treat. Are you going to let him suffer?" Haley and I looked at each other. Then she nodded at me. I said, "I guess not. Fair is fair." Ashley didn't have to do much with Courtney and Chelsea. They were on their backs on the floor, panties off and pretty pink bottoms stuffed with their dance partners' cocks. (Gulp) The fact that Haley and I had our gloves on was a little comforting. I went over to a very horny-looking Alex and unzipped his fly. I put my gloved hand into his pants and pulled out a beauty of a cock. Fat, long and hairy, with ridges and thick blue veins on either side. Thank goodness I wasn't actually touching it ? my gloves were. Alex's cock was very hot and very moist. He whispered to me, "That's very exciting, Tina. You're a beautiful, sexy girl. Unnnnhh. That's very exciting." Alex seemed to be enjoying my manual caresses very much. To be polite, I was giving him a very nice hand job. Just to be polite, though it was exciting me just a little. His moans told me that he enjoyed it very much. I guessed that I could bear doing that if he would just hurry up and do his nasty business. But then he started that darned kissing again. I wanted to tell him to stop, but his lips were in the way, so I just let him kiss me. I probably should have put up more of a fight, especially when he put his hand under my skirts, pulled down my cummy panties and eased one, then two, then three fingers into my pretty bottom. Instead of protesting, all I did was cum. As if I weren't saving any body fluids for my old age. Hard and spasmy. Oh, I was in heaven. But it was wrong. Wrong. Alex made a huge mess all over my gloves and arm and pretty dress and, it appeared, the same fate had befallen poor Haley. Avoiding faggotry can be challenging. Alex gave me several more hot kisses and I feared he would begin taking more liberties with me. Fortunately, Ashley declared milking break over. She was such a taskmaster. We danced on without further incident and when the men had to leave right before our next milking break, Haley and I were vastly relieved. We didn't want those men thinking they could just kiss us and finger our bottoms until we nearly split our guts in orgasm. Why would we want that? They probably wanted lots of other things too. They were probably gay. I mean, we were men and they were men. Yuck! That night as I was fucking Haley's beautiful bottom, she and I renewed our vow to avoid faggotry at all costs. Even if we were fired. And unemployed. And had to leave each other. And give up all our pretty things. And all our monster orgasms. There was a principle at stake. Wasn't there? Chapter Six ? Graduation We finished up our training on a Wednesday and I was filled with dread. I didn't want to give certain things, especially Haley and her sweet pootie, up. But I was a hetero male. Forever. I decided to sort of take it one day at a time and see if there were some middle ground to be explored. There was no graduation ceremony as such. Ashley told us that Mr. Rodgers would just talk to us and congratulate us. No sex required, she assured me. Chelsea went in to see Mr. Rodgers first. Chelsea looked spectacular in a lovely black minidress that looked even better since she went blonde. Ten minutes later, Courtney, in a pretty white sundress and white stockings, was asked to go in. Chelsea must have left by the rear entrance, I thought. I was wearing my favorite frock. It was pink with flouncy skirts and I was wearing my seamed pink stockings and strappy, pink, stiletto sandals. When summoned, I walked in confidently and saw ? an orgy. Not messing around, Chelsea and Courtney had stripped completely naked. I had to admit, their bodies were svelte and girlish, with excellent B-cup titties and middle-sized cocks, both of which were drooling the residue of at least one recent cum. Mr. Rodgers had stripped completely naked too and he had a beautiful, muscular, hairy, masculine body. Why hadn't I noticed that when I had seen him fucking that Emily girl eight weeks earlier? Anyway, Mr. Rodgers was in a chair. Chelsea was on her knees giving his balls a proper bathing and Courtney was sitting on his thigh, kissing him hungrily as she stroked his huge cock to a torrent of precum. I stood and patiently watched this disgusting display, but tried to think of other things. My cock would have none of it. It was red, stiff and needy as it tented my skirts. Mr. Rodgers eventually groaned manfully, then blew wads of cum 18 inches into the air and onto Chelsea's face and Courtney's hand. The girls giggled gleefully. Courtney got on her knees to help Chelsea lick the boss clean, as they stiffened him once more for their own delight. Mr. Rodgers looked at me for the first time. "Ah, Tina. I heard wonderful reports about your training. You've become a skilled hostess with bountiful femininity and exquisite looks." I blushed. "You can join the fun with Chelsea, Courtney and me if you like, but my guess is, you won't. Still a little skittish around men. And still a virgin, I understand. Well, no matter. You'll come to your senses. If what Alex tells me is even half true." That no good kisser-and-teller, Alex! If I ever saw him again?? Courtney and Chelsea had gotten Mr. Rodgers dry-martini- stiff again. He was still sitting as Courtney carefully backed into his big tool, sighing with pleasure as she squatted on it, taking it into her warm place for safekeeping. Meanwhile, Chelsea was standing and offering her stiff popsy to Mr. Rodgers' warm, wet lips. He sucked the pretty panty boy with zeal and skill as he fucked her sissy lover's sweet bottom. I don't even think they noticed when I left. That night, Haley and I made love as if we were doomed. "They'll throw us out when we refuse to do 'things' to their guests," I said to Haley as she sucked my big rammer to another mouthful of sticky cum. "I could never suck a man's cock," Haley assured me. I believed her because I felt exactly the same way. It was true. We were doomed. Chapter Seven ? Not so doomed The next day was to be Haley's and my first as "hostesses." Ashley gave us our assignments for the day. Haley and I would be working together as swimming pool hostesses. We were taken to the panty-boy bathhouse and outfitted in the skimpiest bikinis I had ever seen. Mine was electric blue, but used less material than a handkerchief. Haley's was red, I think. It was so small that it was difficult to tell. Our make-up and nails, toe and finger, were checked by Ashley, and we sissied out into the pool area, nearly naked, tottering on five-inch heels. I was scared half to death. But my cock was stiff and throbbing. Being 98% naked in front of 30 or so rich, successful men who were wearing only red Speedos, was arousing me despite the valiant efforts of what was left of my fading male identity. I could see by Haley's tiny bulge that she was also turned on. There were lots of other "hostesses" in the pool area, but somehow I thought that all the attention was on me. It turns out I was right. My fair skin hadn't seen much of the sun and it was a hot, bright day. Haley turned right and I turned left. I took a doublewide lounger and stretched out on its comfortably cushioned surface. Maybe if I got a bad sunburn, they would have to take me off duty for a while and still pay me. Maybe I could still get one of those maintenance jobs. I guess I was being a bit optimistic. I put my shades on and awaited my fate. It arrived quickly in the form of a man named Grant Budner. Grant, I found out later, was in his mid-40s, married with two kids, filthy rich and powerful, and looked as if he had stepped off the pages of Playgirl magazine. He was handsome, toned and fit. He had a great tan and an easy manner. He adored panty boys. And he was standing over me holding something I desperately needed ? a bottle of spf 75 suntan lotion. "Excuse me, Miss," the gorgeous (just stating a fact) man said. "May I rub some of this on you before you incinerate?" My pretty eyes were wide. My brain searched for an answer. My mouth said, "Yes, thank you, Mr??" "Call me Grant," he said. "I'm Tina." "That's a pretty name for a beautiful girl." I blushed. The old lines are still the best. Grant pooled some lotion in his right hand and began to rub it on my feet. Very well. Between my toes. Oh, please no ? my cock was so stiff the head pushed out of my bikini bottoms. I tried to cover up, but there wasn't enough cloth. Grant moved up my legs, rubbing the lotion onto me with very, very skilled hands. "You have beautiful legs, Tina. I'll bet they look fantastic in black, silk stockings." I gasped a "thank you." When he rubbed the lotion on the front of my thighs, I moaned. It was wrong; it was gay. Then he rubbed his powerful, manly hands, slick with soothing lotion on my inner thighs. Unnnhhhh. I was once again "on the verge," a condition far too common with me. He was just so nice and handsome and complimentary. Maybe if I could see Haley I could gather the strength to resist. I looked for her, but couldn't find her in the large pool area. Thank goodness, Grant stopped doing that and began to rub the lotion onto my smooth, girlish tummy. "You have a beautiful figure, Tina," the flatterer said. "You're the most attractive girl in the place." I blushed again. Was he serious? Then he got to my exposed titty flesh. Only my nipples were covered by the bikini bra. What was he going to do? Like Alexander and the Gordian Knot, he took the direct approach. He moved my "bra" up to my neck and be