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Somehow, we got past it. I wandered off and called Beatrice -- and a five minute conversation took fifteen. Women do that -- nothing is quick and simple. A typical telephone conversation between guys lasts under five minutes, but women can talk for hours about NOTHING! Fortunately, my burger didn't turn into an ice cube.

Chet left early; his jaw hurt, and he was having trouble eating -- but no trouble drinking. Pete went with him, to see to it that he got home in one piece, as he was thoroughly anesthetized.

Around nine, Bridgette appeared at our booth. "Couldst have a word, milord?"

"I was just leaving," Jackson announced.

"I thank thee," Bridgette smiled at him.

Jackson fished out his wallet, but I waved him off. "I've got it." He just nodded and headed out. I turned my attention to Bridgette, "Yes?"

"About Beatrice..."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"We've talked," Bridgette said, dropping the medieval speech pattern. "I know she's been a little wild and she's thrown herself at you. You're probably pretty leery right now."

"I'm ... surprised," I admitted. "I don't think it is anything I can't handle."

"Well, she's scared that she's sparked the 'coyote ugly' reaction in you and that you're gonna run like Hell. From what she's told me, I wouldn't be surprised, either. I'm here to ask you to reconsider."

"Actually, I really don't think she's scared me or anything, although I do wonder a bit at some things she says and does," I replied.

Bridgette cocked her head. "Are you taking her seriously?"

"What?"

"You seem ... aloof. I'm wondering if you're taking her seriously. She's deadly serious, you know."

"Oh." I eyed her. "Would it help if I told you that I REALLY have no problem with having a woman tell me she can't live without me? It doesn't hurt my ego any, and it's VERY pleasant for me to think that I might actually experience that kind of relationship. Frankly, I never hoped to."

"Oh," Bridgette replied. "That puts a different spin on things, doesn't it?"

"I'm hoping it's not a momentary infatuation and that after a short while, she won't get sick of me," I explained. "That would suck, as I would be used to having her."

"That's ... unlikely, from what I can see," Bridgette mused. "Ronald, the women in my family react to men a little differently than some. I don't think we fit the usual image of a 'modern woman.' In fact, I KNOW we don't."

"Oh?"

"No." Bridgette gathered herself. "For one thing, we don't WANT to be independent, and we don't WANT to be equal partners. We look for a man who presents our image of perfection -- and when we find one, we ... submit ... to him. It's not like we want to be married so much as we want to be owned."

I frowned. "Does this have something to do with what she did last night?"

Bridgette nodded. "Everything, I think. When we find that person we think is worthy, we offer ourselves, without reservation. It's not considered normal, nowadays, but I think it once was, way back. It's not like having a girlfriend -- or even a wife. It's more like what you hear the rules are for a concubine -- except we enter into it voluntarily and it has nothing to do with CAP scores."

"Concubines enter into it voluntarily, supposedly," I pointed out.

"But once they do, they no longer have any choice," Bridgette responded. "It is an external rule that they agree to going in, but is binding upon them from then on, whether they like it or not. There is no turning back. With us, the rule isn't external -- it is a pact we make with ourselves -- a sacred honor kind of thing. Any failure is inexcusable and any betrayal makes us unworthy. No sacrifice is too great."

I nodded. "Are you sure that's what happened? Did you talk to her?"

"Yes and yes," Bridgette replied. "With us, it's instinctive -- a compulsion. Once we realize that you're the one, we start offering ourselves." She paused for a moment, playing with a water ring on the table top. "I know -- I did it myself, once."

"I'm hearing that there is a story, here," I murmured.

"There is. I think you should know, so you understand." Bridgette raised her eyes to mine.

"Is this the place?"

"I'm on break. My radio is off. Things are quiet." She looked around, adding, "I think we're good."

"Okay."

"This was a few years ago. I met a guy, and I thought he was the one. But he didn't understand. He put me through hoops -- and I was happy to give him anything he wanted -- but he didn't understand what I was offering. To him, I was just a toy. I was entertainment -- someone he could ask to do wilder and wilder things. He tested me to see when I would say no -- and I wouldn't -- but he didn't understand that what I did was a gift to him, that it did it to earn his approval -- he merely thought I was a dirty slut who had no limits. He handed me out to his friends and had me do all kinds of perverted things, and never realized that I was doing them to please him, not just for my own enjoyment. First, he stopped having sex with me, and then he discarded me, bored and disgusted at the extremes I went to, even though he was the source of my behavior. I guess maybe it was hard to tell -- I enjoyed most of what I was doing -- but I was free to enjoy those things because I had his support -- or so I thought. In reality, though, he was just seeing how far I would go."

I pursed my lips. "Can I ask?"

"What I did?" Bridgette sighed. "Just about any sex act you can think of -- several of which would have gotten me arrested and thrown under the jail. I'm sure he pimped me out, although I never saw any money. I did gang-bangs -- at the end I was freely available to a half a dozen of his friends twenty-four hours a day, singly or in groups, and if somebody wanted to throw a party for fifty of his friends, I was available as entertainment. It's a wonder I didn't catch anything. I tried drugs, but it was only recreational -- I never got addicted to anything. When it looked like I might, I just backed away -- I couldn't see how being an addict was of benefit to him. I did what he asked of me -- I'd have probably robbed banks if he said to, but he didn't. I'm surprised he didn't engineer something like that to get rid of me."

I nodded. "So what happened when he kicked you loose?"

"I went looking for a replacement," she sighed. "Several of his buddies were demanding, but they didn't get it, either. They were happy to take from me, but they didn't want to give back."

I cocked my head. "I thought that wasn't required?"

"It is and it isn't," Bridgette replied, "You can deny me orgasm for the rest of my life as punishment for something -- but you need to take responsibility for me. I can't be owned unless I have an owner. If you want to just boss me around but not take ownership and be responsible, you're not my owner -- you're just borrowing me, at best." She shook her head. "It took me a little while to learn that -- and a little longer to make a bunch of guys who thought I was their private party slut understand it. Actually, getting pregnant was the acid test -- once I was, they all faded into the woodwork."

I pursed my lips. "So you had your little boy. How old is he?"

"Alan is five. You haven't seen him, have you?"

"No."

"Ron, I don't know who his daddy is -- but he was black. HE was black -- and most of the guys he passed me around to were black or Hispanic of one flavor or another. I was their white party slut." Her eyes were wet. "You need to know what I did. Beatrice saw me doing it, but she didn't understand -- not until last night. Now she does, because it has happened." She just sat there for a while, clearly wrapped up in the aftermath of her choice, then gathered herself. "It seems like maybe you understand. From what I'm hearing, you did good things last night. But there are guys who can't do what is necessary, even if they DO understand -- they've been brought up to think it is wrong to provide what we need."

"What do you need?" I asked.

"Control. Supervision. Attention -- not the type you might think, but vigilance, maybe. You have to be able to understand that by taking, you give -- because you give us the opportunity TO give. Where you might think that anything you get from us is gravy and that if we don't give you something, it's no big thing because of what we DO give, the correct thing to do is to jump on us and have a fit because we're not giving one hundred percent. When you're paying attention and making demands and challenging us, then we know we're wanted and valued. Taking it easy on us, while it might seem to be the right thing, isn't -- we're going to think you're ignoring us, and we'll act up to see if you really are or not. If you catch us acting up, then the correct thing is to punish us -- which again sounds weird, maybe, but it is an unmistakable indication to us that you ARE paying attention!" She sat back and held my eyes. "A lot of guys won't be able to punish us properly -- they've been taught that it is wrong to raise your hand to a woman. Some others won't be able to because they will punish us for the wrong reasons. It can't be about anger or jealousy or hatred or because your father abused you and you're passing it on, or you're just evil for some reason -- it has to be because we failed -- period."

"What about what I did last night?" I asked.

"From the sound of it, I think it would have to have been the ultimate reward -- it gives me hope that you really ARE the one and my sister is going to be luckier than I was. You didn't return her gift, which would have negated it -- instead, you pushed her and challenged her and tortured her and showed her you could make her suffer -- even in ecstasy -- and then you took her and granted her a release that she could have never given herself. It's EXACTLY the kind of thing that would bind her to you. It takes things to another level, actually. It's no wonder she's agog -- I was, when she told me."

"I enjoyed it," I revealed.

"That's probably a good thing. We're a little bit masochistic -- it doesn't hurt to be a little bit sadistic. But control is the thing -- you have to get off on that, I think, because we get off on being controlled."

"I've been a little worried, because I didn't understand," I related. "When she asked me for what she did last night, I granted it just because -- but I had reservations. I wasn't sure I understood why. I also thought that we ought to have separate lives..."

"It's ... less important to us. You can do anything you want -- you just tell us it is what is going to happen and we'll suffer through it. I would ask this, though -- if you ever decide that it is over, be clear about it -- don't just leave one day without saying anything. Beatrice will need to be released, or she will be stuck waiting for you to return. You are the center of her life, now -- and you will be until you tell her you aren't. She can be a side-issue with you and she'll accept that, but you will never be a side-issue with her."

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Saturday was rather chilly, the wind was whipping the last of the leaves from the trees. It seemed Mother Nature was making them pay for the warm day on Friday. Jake stood looking out the back door sipping a cup of coffee while his mother talked to the Director of the Shelter on the phone. "Sharon, all I'm saying is that I want to give these girls a chance to choose for themselves. Many of them come from poorer neighborhoods where the likelihood of a pickup taking place is slim. If they...

Lucky Jim 2Student Farmer Volunteer Pickup Truck DiplomatChapter 1

“Shit! Oh, Fuck! So much for my family believing that I’m lucky,” was the first thought that screamed through my brain as I simultaneously slammed on the brakes, and concentrated on controlling the car and not pissing myself. The next couple of seconds gave me enough time for memories to flash though my mind as I relived the high and low points of the first eighteen years of my life. Memories of Bitsy and my sister each made tears well up in my eyes, tears that I had to blink away so I could...

Lucky Jim 2Student Farmer Volunteer Pickup Truck DiplomatChapter 21

Saturday This morning, I used the smaller, upstairs study bathroom to perform my morning ablutions so I didn’t wake the others. After I dressed, I acquired two canine followers on my way downstairs and three more once I got downstairs. I’d seen the handlers turn the dogs loose to run and do their business, and I did the same, although I stayed near the back door with the door open. The barking as they frolicked drew three more dogs outside. Juwanna and Mabel just laughed at me as I watched...

Lucky Jim 2Student Farmer Volunteer Pickup Truck DiplomatChapter 25

Sat-Sun For the rest of the day and the next two, I met potential buyers and sellers of arms, jewels, old coins, and precious metals. I also met Chloe’s family, and met Jan’s parents again. The jeweler barely spent any time at all looking at the jewels. Each bag of diamonds had been carefully gathered to weigh exactly one pound, although individual diamonds weighed from .5 carat to three carats. The diamonds in each bag were all the same quality, excellent. One bag held one pound of D...

Lucky Jim 2Student Farmer Volunteer Pickup Truck DiplomatChapter 27

Tuesday Today started like most mornings, with me enjoying watching the dogs romp. When the construction crew working on the hangars and the underground vault arrived, I took the contractor aside and told him to build a runway capable of handling a corporate jet, and a hangar for a jet. He laughed at me. Then I took him inside the house and showed him the closet off the study in the upstairs part of the bedroom. “I want a two-foot deep safe installed in the back, one with side-by-side...

Lucky Jim 2Student Farmer Volunteer Pickup Truck DiplomatChapter 30

Thursday As usual, I was awake and gone before the women awoke, although I couldn’t go too far. I noticed that we were anchored offshore and not docked in New Orleans. The captain explained that the ship had never docked here, so we didn’t have a place reserved. He didn’t want to choose a dock and have me upset with his choice. “How much does it usually cost to buy fuel for the ship?” I asked. The captain looked at me oddly. “You mean for refueling the helicopters?” he asked. “No, to keep...

Lucky Jim 2Student Farmer Volunteer Pickup Truck DiplomatChapter 35

Friday I was at peace with myself this morning, and didn’t need the dogs chasing each other, the quiet walk to the creek, or working in the barn this morning. It was a good thing, because the look on Faizah’s face this morning made me sure she would have hunted me down and done me wherever I was when she found me. “I should be fertile this morning,” she husked as I pounded into her as she lay bent across my desk. When we finished, she tiptoed quickly back to the master bedroom. I’m pretty...

Lucky Jim 2Student Farmer Volunteer Pickup Truck DiplomatChapter 38

I still can’t get over the fact that I now own seven producing oil wells and am expecting an eighth to come in within a month. Leonard was beside himself when he called to tell me that the seventh well came in two weeks earlier than expected. He also warned that the well they were currently drilling aboard Lucky J #2 might come in early, too. I can live with that. As it is, the first six wells are pumping more than three million dollars a day! Leonard expects the newest well to perform as...

Lucky Jim 2Student Farmer Volunteer Pickup Truck DiplomatChapter 40

On a mid-May Friday, my wives boarded the AN-158, insisting that I join them. They wouldn’t tell me where we were going. I still had no idea what was going on when we arrived at the hotel in Lexington and they had me change into one of my tuxedos. “Will someone please tell me what we’re doing?” I asked. “You’re making us happy,” Jan replied. Two hours later the women were dressed as stylishly as I was, and we climbed into the waiting party bus. I finally realized where we were going when...

Pickup LinesChapter 9

Most of Lyle’s duties that afternoon were relatively dull, involving documents, learning the details, regulations, rules, obligations, and responsibilities of his new position from Fiona, Sandy, and Andre. Only their flirting and Stacey’s constant company, plus the occasional overtures from the pool concubines made it interesting at all. It was just a day where they had to finish the orientation process for Lyle, at least for the bulk of the day. It wasn’t until nearly the end, with an hour...

Airplane Pickups And Almost Getting Killed

Airplane Pickups, and almost getting KilledIn the first few years after I started my business, I had to do some traveling around the country, and the only practical way was to fly. To entertain myself, I came up with a little game I played on almost every flight. Or at least I attempted to play the game on virtually every flight. As soon as I boarded a flight, I quickly scanned the plane to see if there were any attractive women who were sitting in a row by themselves, or at least with an open...

Bar room pickup

This is my first story that I wrote especially for my beautiful lush girl and she encouraged me to publish it. Hope you like it.Sipping nervously from my glass I allow my gaze to wander around the bar."First timer?"I look up at the bar tender, an attractive brunette in her thirties. "Sorry?""Your first time in a gay bar, I can always spot the newbies.""Yeah I guess....""Okay honey," she leaned over the bar towards me, showing me just enough cleavage to tease me, "You want some advice?"I nod,...

A Pickup in Four BJs and Muff Dives

My family had all gone in to be CAP tested at the same time since the new laws required everyone fourteen or over to do so. When Dad and I came out with sevens and Mom and sis had high enough sixes dad had already seen the hand writing on the wall. He warned us not to show our cards unless necessary. He saw the disorganized start of protest by religious nuts and other crackpots that had started up right after the president's speech telling us that most of us were going to be eaten by the...

Ye Olde Pickup PlaceChapter 7

Actually, it was SUPPOSED to close the subject, but the hiatus only lasted about five minutes. Then Bridgette came boiling out of the back of the house somewhere and said, "What's this about going naked?" "We're discussing it," I said mildly. "What's wrong with it?" "It's WRONG!" Bridgette burst out. I held up a finger. Bridgette made to go on, but I looked stern and said, "Shut up! We'll get back to you in a second." Then I turned to Alan. "Your mother is suffering from...

Pickup or DeliveryChapter 3

'Silent Breaking of the Golden Dawn' turned out to be crewed almost entirely by sponsors picked up in Japan. I don't know if there is a standard procedure for making up crews, but 'Dawn' seems to run along pretty well. The Marines aboard were mostly Brits or Americans on temporary duty. The transporters don't work like on that old TV show, instead they warp space. They can even be set up to mimic a continual flow, like a pipeline. You can't run a train through a transporter, the cars...

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