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Barrack Room Betty
By Michele Nylons
Chapter Eight - The Christmas Party
Lieutenant Steven Winters was an extremely good-looking Navy fighter
pilot whose last posting had been aboard the aircraft carrier HMS Ark
Royal. There was some unpleasantness when, after a wardroom ladies
dine-in night on board the ship, the rather portly Executive Officer had
opened the door to a hangar workshop and found his glamorous wife bent
over a workbench with her sequined evening dress hiked up and her
knickers around her ankles whilst she balanced on her high-heels and
encouraged the young Lieutenant Winters to 'do her doggy'. Which
Lieutenant Winters, like any well-trained young officer, was in the
process of doing.
It was Thursday evening and ironically the toast of the day was: 'To
Wives and Sweethearts' which, at the men-only mess dinners, was usually
followed by the witticism 'may they never meet'. In this case the XO's
wife had somewhat reversed the pun and made the XO a laughing stock in
his own ship.
This led to a hasty posting for Lieutenant Winters, not to a Naval Air
Station, where most pilots went to keep up their skills, but as a
Divisional Officer at Her Majesty's Ship Chelmsford, considered to be
one of the shittiest duties a young up and coming officer could have.
The XO's wife was seen the day after the dine in night at Portsmouth
railway station hiding a black eye behind large sunglasses, having been
'called away at short notice to visit a sick sister' in a small village
in Wales.
For Lieutenant Winters, the exhilaration of being launched from a
catapult whilst at the controls of an F4 Phantom was replaced by sitting
behind a desk pushing papers and looking after the adolescents of
Collins Division. He soon realised that by delegating just about all of
his responsibilities off to the Petty Officers he could get away with
about three hours work a day and then jump in his vintage MGB Roadster
and fuck off into Chelmsford and nearby environs to pursue his favourite
hobbies of drinking and shagging anything in a skirt.
The more senior officers saw him as a young rogue sowing his wild oats
and presupposed that once he had served his time in purgatory he would
be given a suitable posting where he could use his skills to rise
through the ranks. It helped that most of them hated the XO of HMS Ark
Royal and thought him a pompous ass and they delighted in the fact that
young Winters had bought him down a peg or two by rogering his wife on
board one Her Majesty's Ships.
Similarly the Senior Sailors didn't mind taking on his duties and
responsibilities for the same reasons.
And so it came to pass that on Christmas Eve evening a thoroughly pissed
Lieutenant Steve Winters pulled his MGB up outside the Recruit School
administration building, where he had returned, despite being on leave,
to retrieve his cumberbund to complete his Mess Dress uniform.
The lights and music emanating from the Recruit School wet canteen
attracted him like a moth to a flame.
Earlier that evening there had been much ado in the Collins Division
accommodation block as the four 'Wrens' gussied themselves up for the
Christmas party.
All the preparations had been made: food cooked, Christmas tree trimmed,
decorations put up (and as predicted by Polly Perkins, Jimmy Lovejoy had
volunteered to hold the ladder and spent the whole time looking up her
skirt which had led to an impromptu romp in the stationery store) and
drinks and mixers stocked behind the bar.
Michele was in constant demand to assist with makeup, sew and adjust
dresses, straighten wigs and generally help her three less experienced
charges.
The Wrens of course were running late, keeping the lads anxiously
waiting in the wets.
They laughed and joked while they preened. Their cabin smelt of
perfume, deodorant, makeup, hairspray, nailpolish and a hint of
cigarette smoke.
Jean Burgess made the mistake of coming over to their cabin to see what
was taking so long.
"Poo! Smells like a brothel in here! How long are you girls gonna be?"
he said, poking his head around the door of their cabin.
He was met by a hailstorm of high-heels, hairbrushes, compacts and
nailfiles and was lucky to escape without losing an eye as he beat a
hasty retreat.
"Fuck em'! How long does it take them to iron a white-front, polish
their shoes and comb their hair. I've laddered three pairs of sheers
with these new fucking false fingernails!" Mary complained.
When the girls finally entered the foyer to the wets, the boys were
stunned into silence.
Doris Holiday was wearing a simple black evening gown which flattered
her fuller figure and Billy Marron raced over and offered her his arm,
complimenting her on her style.
Polly Perkins had opted for a dark blue cocktail dress that was so short
it showed her knickers if so much as leaned one way or the other. She'd
finished the ensemble with shimmery flesh-toned tights and white high-
heels. Jimmy Lovejoy showed his appreciation by squeezing her bum as
he escorted her into the bar.
Mary Maine was wearing a pure white maxi-dress of pleated taffeta which
Jean Burgess found very much to his satisfaction, which he showed by
slipping his hand inside one of the open pleats, promptly laddering
Mary's fourth pair of sheers for the day.
However, all the lads' jaws dropped when Michele Nyland made her
entrance. She was sheathed in a red satin gown that clung to her lithe
frame and flared slightly from the waist down to her silver high-heels.
Her legs were clad in smoky-grey stockings, the dark welts and suspender
clips visible due to the side-split which went right to up her waist.
Her jet-black hair was worn shoulder length in her best 'Farrah
Fawcett', she wore silver jewellery accessorised with a silver clutch to
match her shoes. Her eyes were smoky, her cheeks defined by rouge and
her lipstick bright red.
When Jason Jones stepped forward and offered her his arm he was engulfed
in a miasma of perfume.
Before long everyone was partying, drinking, eating, dancing and rubbing
up against each other. Partners were swapped but for dancing only; the
girls had now paired off and at this stage of their relationships showed
no interest in the other men. For Doris, Polly and Mary this was their
first transvestic experience and they felt comfortable with their
partners; like mated pairs.
Jason's reaction to the incident with Knocker had changed Michele. Her
heart had hardened and her infatuation with Jason was over.
Michele had come to realise that men found her appealing only for her
beauty and sexuality; there was no 'love' or even loyalty. When her
incestuous affair with her Uncle Bill had been discovered, Bill had run
away to Europe and left her to join the navy as decreed by her father.
Jason had treated her like shit initially and had reverted to type when
he suspected that she was seeing other men when in fact she was being
defiled repeatedly by Petty Officer White. The other Wrens had cried
when Jason had carried her into the wets, laid her on the couch and
fawned over her. But the damage had been done. Michele now knew how
shallow he was. Knocker White had used her like a come-bucket but at
least he'd made no pretence of affection; he was probably the most
honest of the three men she had so far had sex with.
Michele felt different now; she felt empowered. She knew that she was
pretty when she crossdressed and was sexually attractive to men of a
certain type and even those who claimed to be essentially heterosexual.
She'd decided that she would no longer be any man's pawn; she would use
men the same way they used her.
The party was just getting into full swing when Lieutenant Steve Winters
kicked open the door.
"What the fuck is going here!"
The revellers froze.
"Division Ho!" Spike yelled.
The recruits had been drilled from day one to snap to attention whenever
an officer was present and they all did except for Michele. She was
lying languidly on her side on one of the couches sipping a gin and
tonic and smoking a menthol cigarette, her head resting on her hand; the
split in her skirt revealing more leg than was becoming.
"Leading Recruit Jones reporting Collins Division sir. Well the remains
of Collins Division anyway," Jason blushed at his own inarticulateness.
Michele smiled; amused at what was transpiring.
She recognised Lieutenant Winters, and well she should, he was her
Divisional Officer or 'DO'. She also knew he was a slacker, a womaniser
and a drunk; he was famous and admired for it. He was a young,
handsome, fighter pilot so of course he was everyone's hero. PO Knocker
White eschewed the same qualities, admittedly he wasn't handsome or
young, but he was a slack drunken womaniser, but everyone loathed him.
The hypocrisy was not lost on Michele.
Lieutenant Winters was dressed in his tailored mess dress: navy blue
mess jacket, navy blue trousers, white dress shirt, cumberbund with his
old squadron crest embroidered on it, black bow tie and patent leather
shoes. He looked deliciously handsome and he knew it.
"You there! Shut that fucking music down!" he snapped at James Lovejoy.
Jimmy ran over to the record player and cut off 'I Wish It Could Be
Christmas Every Day' by Wizzard, mid chorus.
Officers seldom spoke to the recruits and certainly never felt the need
to explain themselves but in this case, it seemed appropriate.
"I stopped by my office to pick up my cumberbund; as you can see I too
am off to a Christmas party but I have a few questions."
"Where is Petty Officer White and why is he permitting you rabble to use
the wets; and more importantly, who authorised you to bring these girls
into the barracks?"
Steve Winters was working hard at maintaining his composure; he was
three-parts pissed and on his way to a party where he had been assured
there were more than enough pretty girls who would drop their knickers
for a handsome young pilot. He really couldn't give a fuck what the
hook-rope party got up to over the ROP as long as he wasn't held
accountable.
The four leading recruits and three 'Wrens' standing to attention were
gobsmacked. They didn't know how to answer this officer. All they
could think of was that their naval career was likely over before it
began and the humiliation that would be theirs once news of this got
out.
Steve Winters was amused; it never ceased to amaze him how the young and
impressionable sailors became awestruck by his two gold rings and his
pilots wings.
"Well who's got an answer for me?" he smirked.
"Well sir. Err, I mean. Well..." Spike stammered.
"Who's asking?" Michele's syrupy but husky voice came from where she was
lazing on the couch.
Michele had been working on sounding like Christine McVie from Fleetwood
Mac and nearly had it down pat.
The others looked at Michele with every range of emotion from horror to
amazement; shocked at her audacity. Jason was giving her the 'cut it
out' sign, his hand waving across his neck and Mary was shaking her head
vigorously.
Steve Winters looked at the delightful creature lying on the couch; his
eyes examined her from head to toe and he was enchanted by what he saw.
"Lieutenant Steven Winters, Royal Navy, at your service," he beamed at
Michele.
"And whom do I have the pleasure to address," he bowed theatrically.
"Miz Michele Nyland; no significant title I'm afraid," Michele gave him
a broad smile and he laughed at her sarcasm.
"Enchanted. Now please excuse me miss," he turned to the others.
"Ok you lot, I take it Petty Officer White is off on one of his usual
benders and I really couldn't give a flying fuck what you get up to as
long as you don't wreck the place."
"You can keep your party going until midnight then wrap it up ok."
"Yes sir!" Spike replied smartly.
"The drunken fuck doesn't know our girls are really blokes," Jimmy
whispered out the side of his mouth.
Polly dug him in the ribs and Mary and Doris gave him a wicked glare.
"You know what I mean," he said defensively.
"Not only that but I think we've got away with it. Michele has saved
the day again," Doris beamed.
"Now play something slow and sultry and I'll have one dance with the
lovely Miz Nyland and take my leave," Steve Winters held out a hand and
approached Michele.
"Oh my fucking god! Now we're for it," Billy's dismay was evident.
"We're fucked now!" Jean lamented.
"If anyone can pull this off, Michele can," Doris' devotion to her
mentor did not convince the others that things were not about to
unravel.
Doris skipped over to the record player and placed a disk on the
turntable, Roberta Flack's 'Killing Me Softly With His Song'. She
dimmed the lights so that the twinkling Christmas tree lights and
coloured ceiling bulbs provided all the illumination.
"Clever," Michele whispered to herself.
Michele was confident that she was passable and attractive, but up close
there were things she couldn't cover up with lipstick and powder. Her
hair was a wig, her breasts were stockings filled with rice and her
prominent larynx was an obvious give away. She hoped that the coloured
party-lights and the officer's obviously drunken state would help to
keep her secret.
And it worked!
Lieutenant Winters towered over Michele and he looked down into her
pretty blue eyes as they danced. Michele had never danced in the
reverse position before but it really didn't matter, Steve was happy
just to hold her tight and shuffle.
He breathed in her perfume and held her lithe body close to his. He
rested his cheek against her hair.
"You are gorgeous you know," he whispered in her ear.
"Thank you," Michele replied indifferently.
Michele was giving sign language behind Steve's back for the others to
dance and they took the hint and they filled the dance floor. Doris
glided Billy over towards Michele and Steve, invading their privacy,
trying to help. Steve gave the couple a sneer and Billy guided them a
little further away.
"Chicken," Doris bit his ear playfully.
"He's a fucking officer Doris!" Billy hissed in her ear.
"He's an officer dancing with a transvestite," Doris giggled.
Michele felt Steve's hold tighten as they danced cheek to cheek; his
hand slid down to her buttocks and he gently squeezed them. Michele
tried to pry his hand away but he just squeezed her tighter.
"That's a yummy bum you have Miz Nyland," he whispered in her ear.
"And you're very naughty Lieutenant Winters," she whispered back.
Steve steered them over to a dark corner of the dancefloor and just
before he lowered his face to kiss hers Michele glanced at Jason
standing on his own seething with jealousy.
Steve moved his hand inside the split in Michele's dress and stroked her
stocking top while he kissed her. Michele slid her tongue into his
mouth and opened her legs slightly and Steve's hand explored the soft,
white flesh at the top of her thigh. When his hand slid across to front
of her satin panties she lowered her own hand and firmly gripped his
wrist.
"You may touch and fondle as you please, but your hand shall remain
outside of my panties," she gasped in his ear and then bit his earlobe.
Steve shuddered and grazed his fingers over the front of Michele's
panties, he felt her smooth mound and his cock hardened and he pressed
it against her. Michele felt his tumescence against her belly, his hand
on her mound, and the quickening of his breath and she smiled and looked
over at Jason who was obviously enraged.
It was just as well that Michele was heavily gaffed. She was excited
and enthralled that the young airman was taken by her beauty and
sensuality. Feelings of power and control as well as lust enveloped
Michele as she kissed and rubbed up against the Lieutenant. Her member
was straining at its bindings.
"You know I'm not what I seem," Michele whispered, and looked up into
his eyes.
"The fact that I can find no cleft in your mound testifies to the
obvious," the young Lieutenant lowered his face to hers and kissed her.
The music stopped as the recording concluded and as David Bowie's 'Jean
Genie' dropped onto the platter and began to blare out the speaker Steve
raised his face from Michele's and took her hand. He led her out of the
wets and down to the passageway to his office.
Jason roared and threw his drink at the wall and then poured another rum
and sat in the corner sulking. The other three couples kept dancing,
kissing and rubbing up against each other.
"I have to say I'm over the whole Spike jealousy thing," Jimmy shouted
over the music to Polly as they danced.
"Think he'll fuck her?" Polly smiled back, nodding towards the
retreating forms of Michele and Steve.
"He'd be crazy not to; I sure would!" Jimmy smirked.
Polly whacked him in the shoulder playfully but inside she wondered how
much of what he said was a joke and how much was truth.
Inside the Divisional Officer's office Steve took off his coat and hung
it on a coat hanger on the door, the he took off his cumberbund and
draped it over his jacket. Michele just stood there stupefied until
she'd had enough.
"Fuck this," she gasped and threw herself at the young officer.
She crushed him against the door as she kissed him passionately and
scrambled for his flies. His dress trousers had buttoned flies and
Steve laughed as Michele struggled to unbutton him. His laugh turned to
a gasp as her fingers found his manhood and she began to tease him.
He pulled her to him and returned her kisses, thrusting against her as
she stroked his thickening phallus.
"Oh my god!" he gasped as Michele raked her fingernails along his
delicate flesh.
When she dropped to her knees and engulfed his cock in her hot wet mouth
he howled with pleasure. Michele suckled his long sleek cock, licking
at his glans then swallowed him whole. She slavered at his throbbing
manhood until Steve could take no more. He pushed her face away from
his crotch and grabbed her shoulders, spun her around and bent her over
the chair.
He opened the split of her dress and gazed at the beautiful spectacle of
her spread legs clad in smoky grey hose, her feet clad in silver heels
and her soft plump buttocks encased in gauzy see-through nylon panties.
He ripped off her knickers and the tape gaffing her penis. It sprang
free, semi-erect.
He moved in behind Michele and impaled her on his turgid member.
Michele was pre-lubricated in anticipation of making love to Jason later
in the evening and Steve's cock slid easily into her tight anus.
Michele pushed back against him and ground her buttocks as he fucked
her. He gripped her hips and slammed himself in and out of the gorgeous
tranny.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Michele gasped.
Her own cock was fully tumescent and dripping pre-seminal fluid.
Steve held Michele by the hips and fucked her hard and fast. Michele's
pleasure was mounting as she delighted in being fucked by the young
handsome officer, but she wanted more.
She pushed forward causing Steve's cock to plop from her sphincter. His
dismay at this was shortlived however as Michele swept everything from
his desk onto the floor and climbed on it, perching her bottom on the
edge of the desk and opening her legs.
Steve stepped forward and entered her as her legs wrapped around his
waist, her arms slid under his armpits and locked around his shoulders
and her face lifted to kiss him. She kissed him fervently and lifted her
buttocks to meet his thrusts. Steve fucked her hard and fast and then
placed his hands under her buttocks and lifted her off the desk. He
slammed her against the wall and fucked her there, he walked her over to
the windowsill and fucked her there, and finally bought her back to the
desk and thrusted hard and fast until he spent his seed deep inside her.
Michele felt the warm, wet, elixir of his issue inside her and she
orgasmed with him, her own semen drenching her dress.
They gasped, writhed, wriggled and pawed at each other as they came;
their tongues entwined.
Finally spent, Lieutenant Winter disentangled himself from the beautiful
transvestite and Michele lowered her feet to the floor. They kissed a
little and then the Lieutenant looked at his watch.
"Time to go?" Michele asked.
"Are you angry?" he smiled.
"Nah; I've finished with you now," Michele smiled back mischievously.
"Bitch!" he laughed and kissed her quickly.
"But I really do have to go."
"I've got a little ensuite if you wanna share," he offered.
They squeezed in the little cubicle comprised of a toilet and a sink
with a mirror over it. Michele wet a towel and wiped at her dress,
fixed her makeup and brushed her hair while Steve fixed his bow tie,
tucked in his shirt and combed his hair.
"So Pink Pussycats?" Steve asked raising an eyebrow to her in the
mirror.
"What?" Michele replied.
"Did the boys pick you girls up at Pink Pussycats?" he clarified his
question.
Michele giggled.
"Recruit Michael Nyland reporting for duty sir!" Michele smiled and
threw him a mock salute.
Lieutenant Winters burst into laughter.
"Well fuck me! Barrack room Bettys! I always though the story was a
myth," he grinned.
"Look I really gotta go," he was obviously rushed.
Steve dropped ten pounds on the desk and kissed her cheek.
"Of course you will graduate with honours Miz Nyland," he quipped as he
bolted out the door.
"Hey!" Michele cried, a little offended that he had left payment.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Of well, what the fuck!" she stuffed the tenner in her purse and
extracted the spare pair of knickers she's bought along 'just in case'.
As Michele made her way back to the wets she heard the warbled
throatiness of Lieutenant Winters' MGB driving away. She smiled to
herself and opened the door to the wets.
Three of the couples were dancing, closely embracing each other under
the Christmas lights and Jason was sitting on his own pouting. Michele
sauntered over to him.
"How are you going lover?" she smiled at him.
The others stopped dancing to see what would happen.
"Well...Well...Well.." Jason stammered, he couldn't help but notice the wet
patch on her dress.
Michele dropped into his lap and kissed him affectionately and her
fingers found his penis and stroked him through his trousers.
"Don't be silly and don't be jealous," Michele lowered her face back to
his.
The others went back to dancing, kissing and canoodling.
To be continued.
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