A TRANS Formation Chapter 23 Dirty Little Whores
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Had I made a mistake by picking up the phone? When Laura said, "I hate to ask," I thought to myself, 'who's going to tell Huley.' But it was Laura and she really did hate to ask me to run an errand. She didn't know she was asking me to break a date. How many girlfriends, sisters, wives, lovers, all rolled into one ask you to pick up a couple of whores to make her life better?
Wanda Waite was ready to go. She accepted my arm and assistance getting into the car. The black Lincoln Continental her husband drove was not in sight but the house was well lit as we drove away.
"I hope this didn't take you away from anything important," Wanda said when we were under way.
Should I tell her what it was taking me away from? Should I describe what Huley had in mind for us to do? Would she be interested in hearing the barrage of four letter words Huley had unloaded on me as soon as I said I was not going to be able to keep our date?
"No, I wasn't doing anything important," I said, sparing Wanda the burden of feeling responsible for the break up which was sure to result from Huley being stood up twice in the past few days.
But I was not meeting two whores at the airport for Wanda Waite. I was doing it for Laura. And since Laura would never be told what she had cost me, there was no reason for Wanda to know either.
When we were comfortably seated near gate 16 where the two girls were expected to enter, Wanda produced color photographs for me to study. "We want to get a look at them before we introduce ourselves," Wanda said, making me wonder what would happen if the girls did not meet her expectations. Would we walk away and let them fend for themselves?
The tall girl was dressed in riding attire although the photo had been taken in a studio. There was nothing in the shot that suggested she was about to mount a horse, no open barn door, no bale of hay and no rider's crop. Were those spurs on her boots? A typed label at the bottom of the photo gave her name as Ruby Mae.
The second photograph was also professionally done but with a more believable costume. Brenda Sue was dressed in whore's wardrobe. Much shorter than Ruby Mae, Brenda Sue's uniform revealed stubby but well proportioned legs, ample breasts and dark hair with bangs above a somber expression.
"There they are," I announced to Wanda, handing the photos back to her. Ruby Mae was in front of the other passengers, thick layered blond hair, lipstick that did not quite match the red blazer and short black skirt above long thin legs. They were her best asset. She searched the waiting crowd for a hint of recognition.
Having done my part, pointing out the tall girl at the head of the line, I waited for Wanda to make the first move. Brenda Sue had caught up with Ruby Mae and had joined in the survey, looking, so it seemed, for a sign reading "Welcome to Harold Waite's Brothel."
Still Wanda stalled. I looked her way and watched her turn the decision over in her mind. Should we take these two birds into the nest?
"Go fetch them dear," Wanda said, touching my arm with her gloved hand.
That was a relief. At least she was going to accept them and we could bring them home with us, rather, to their new home at the brothel. The two girls would never know how near they came to being orphaned at gate 16, stranded in a strange city. Something told me they would have gotten by.
Ruby Mae looked at me with disdain as I approached. In heels, she stood three inches above me. I decided to appeal to her traveling companion who I could talk down to.
"Brenda Sue, I'm Randy. I'm here to pick you up," I said, faking as much enthusiasm as I could manage.
The shorter girl smiled, letting anxiety drain from her face.
"Who sent you?" The taller girl's voice was harsh but high pitched which took the edge off of her hostility.
I wasn't sure if any names had been exchanged. Reluctant to say that Harold Waite, the principle owner of the brothel, had sent me I directed their attention to the grey haired lady seated some twenty feet away. Wanda Waite waived her gloved hand and gave us a reassuring smile.
"Ruby Mae, please step this way," I said, hoping they would follow me to the seating area.
"How did he know my name?" I heard Ruby Mae ask Brenda Sue as we approached Wanda.
In short time Wanda had them convinced that they were to go with us. With another wave and the use of her grandmotherly smile she offered my services to collect their luggage. After arranging and rearranging four medium sized bags in the trunk of my car we were on our way.
Ruby Mae wanted to know which direction we were headed and how long it would take to get to our destination. She asked the names of the girls and who the madam was.
I was able to give the details about where the brothel was located and when we would arrive. I gave the first names of the four girls working at the brothel but stopped short of giving the madam's name.
Wanda, seeing my reluctance to say that Laura was filling in as madam because Mollie was recuperating from a heart attack spoke up. "A young lady by the name of Tess handles the front door. You'll be reporting to her."
The two prostitutes talked between themselves, deciding that they did not know any of the names mentioned.
"Doesn't matter as long as I can do my thing," Ruby Mae decided.
Brenda Sue spoke up for the first time. "Does this place stay open all night? I need to make some money."
"You won't be able to work tonight. The doctor will come by and see you tomorrow morning," Wanda said as if she had been waiting for the question.
"That sucks!" Ruby Mae was beside herself. "We're clean. I got checked out last week. That just shows me the place is not very busy. It's Friday night. Are you saying those four girls can handle the business?"
"It's busy. The four girls will be overloaded tonight but we have our standards. We're not going to take risks," Wanda said, sounding like she had the speech prepared in advance. I wondered if Harold had rehearsed the responses with her.
We had traveled half the distance to the brothel. Wanda urged the girls to tell us about themselves. Brenda Sue was quiet but Ruby Mae didn't mind telling an anecdote from her past.
"A boy named Freddie Ferguson took my cherry out back of the barn. My step-daddy caught us and started cuffing Freddie around the ears," Ruby Mae began.
"Shit for brains, she's got manure all over her backside. Why didn't you go up in the loft?"
"Freddie said it was too hot in the loft. Daddy told us to go down to the creek and scrub the smell off of me. If we didn't get it out I couldn't come in the house. We took off all our clothes and washed in the creek water as best we could. While our clothes were drying we did it again. After that we stayed away from that manure pile, I can tell you that."
"That was a delightful story," Wanda purred, dismissing the girls from further explanation of how they got to where they were in life. Instead, she drew me into the conversation, asking how school was going.
With time on my side, we were fifteen minutes away from our destination; I gave Wanda an overview of the paper I writing on the Fall of Rome. In the darkened car I rambled on, giving examples of the various possibilities of what had contributed to the downfall. The paper was complete, except for the end. I had not settled on a conclusion, what I considered the main factor.
While speaking I had directed my reasoning toward Wanda who had nodded from time to time when I emphasized a point. Upon hearing snoring coming from the back seat I kept my voice low and spoke in monotones. But I kept talking, not to entertain Wanda but to see for myself if I had sound reasoning behind each argument I was setting forth.
As I turned into the alley that would take us to the back of the brothel Ruby Mae spoke, "I guess they'll blame that on us too."
"What's that my dear?" Wanda asked, turning in her seat.
"That fall of Rome. Whores get blamed for everything else. They'll stick us with that too."
I felt Wanda's hand grip my forearm, surprisingly strong but shaking. The shaking stemmed from her convulsing body which was seized in a quiet shudder.
It was nine o'clock on a Friday night when we stepped through the back door. If not for the errand I would be leaving the Pettersen home to avoid being there when Ollie came home. It was hard to decide which was more exciting. The place was jumping.
Neither Laura nor Ralph had time to greet the new girls. We carried the four suitcases up the narrow stairs and found that they had been assigned rooms. They looked around their new living quarters appraisingly without voicing an opinion.
"Can we get something to eat?" Ruby Mae wanted to know.
"Sure, come downstairs after you get settled," I said, hoping they would change into jeans or something more comfortable than their traveling clothes. I wanted some time to make sure it was okay with Ralph for us to use his kitchen.
Wanda and I made stacks of pancakes for the two new arrivals. Rachel came in and introduced herself and from time to time the others joined us for a cup of coffee. Even with the turmoil that was going on at the front of the building the atmosphere was casual in the kitchen.
I was beginning to feel at home in the midst of the company and I could see that Wanda was enjoying herself. She spoke kindly to the girls, searching for individual traits that made them special. She went out of her way to make Ruby Mae and Brenda Sue feel comfortable in their new workplace.
The noise from the kitchen must have attracted Laura's attention. When she appeared she was surprised to see Wanda and me still there, listening to the girls tell stories, each raunchier than the last. With merriment in her eyes she looked at us and pointed to the door.
"My, my, I never thought I would be kicked out of a brothel," Wanda purred to the delight of the girls sitting around the table.
Laura spread her arms for me to come to her. "Thank you for going with Wanda," she said, kissing me on the cheek then pulling my head down for a long smooch that made everything seem simple and perfect. For a short time the squalor of the surroundings was submerged. Floating above was the unmistakable aroma of Laura.
The girls cheered. Even Ralph who was watching from his station made a sound that shook the floor. As Laura released me from her clutches I saw that it was a club that he had banged on the floor.
"I want to visit Mollie in the hospital on Sunday. If you come early we can sleep together first. Can we do that?" Laura had spoken to me but she didn't attempt to hide her request from the girls, two of whom she hadn't met yet.
"I'll be here real early," I assured her, hearing a rustle at the table.
Wanda was waiting for me at the door, watching Laura say goodbye to me. As I caught up with her we paused to hear an exchange between Kelly and Laura.
"Are you really going to sleep with him?"
"Yes, we'll sleep some. It's a wife's right to spend a day in bed with her husband," Laura answered Kelly before turning to introduce herself to the new girls.
When we reached the Waite house Harold came outside to greet us. He thanked me for running the errand and for bringing his wife home. As I walked to my car I heard Wanda tell her husband that we had been kicked out of a brothel.
As I fell asleep Ruby Mae's comment about the fall of Rome came to mind, "Whores get blamed for everything."
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"I haven't been on a ladder in a month," I said, more to myself than to Jimmy as we pulled away from the house the guys were working on.
He gave me a strange look. "That's not what we pay you for. Keep getting the jobs, we'll do the ladder work."
Jimmy, Charles and I met Mr. Husky at the big house that Mr. Waite wanted us to inspect and report on. The flaws were so noticeable that even I could point them out. Charles and Jimmy kept me busy writing for an hour. Poor Mr. Husky followed with a painful expression on his face.
"Did you notice the woodwork?" Mr. Husky asked as we made our exit. We answered in unison, assuring him that we had noted the carpenter's fine workmanship from long past.
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That night I walked from room to room in our small house as if I was in a stupor. It was Saturday night and I was alone. I was excited and wanted to call someone to tell them the news. I had told Jimmy and Charles that we were in the wreaking business and I'm sure they had told the others but I wanted to spread the news further.
Who would I call? Laura naturally but I still did not have the number for the Brothel. Anyway, it was Saturday night. She would be too busy to talk. My family? There would be too much to explain. They did not even know I was in business. Huley? She was in California with her father. Anyway, she was mad at me
I sat back down at my desk and went over the numbers for the eleventh time. I could not concentrate. The doorbell rang.
"I like your bell," Sylvia said as I let her in.
"The electrician picked it out. Laura hasn't heard it yet but the chime can be changed," I explained.
We stood in the center of the new room, careful to stand on the brown paper that had been put down to protect the floor finish Jimmy had applied. Sylvia admired the windows and the cathedral ceiling. Being empty, the room looked huge. We had not had time to shop for furniture.
"I haven't bought the washer and dryer yet and the laundry was the reason we had the room built in the first place," I said, glad to have company.
"You'll have to check out the color of my paint when you see me home," Sylvia said as if it was expected that I would walk her to her door.
"Come on, let's have a drink," I said, shoving her toward the kitchen and stripping her of her jacket in one motion. She had closed the library at 9 P.M., I decided, and changed clothes before ringing our new doorbell. She was wearing slacks and a sweater, both tight fitting and new, at least I had not seen her wear the outfit before.
We took seats across from one another at the kitchen table. I placed the scotch bottle and two glasses on the table and waited for her to pour her own drink.
"Why are you looking at me that way?" Sylvia questioned me as she poured a liberal amount of whiskey in one glass and dashed a small amount of the amber liquid in the other.
She had caught me staring but I did not adjust my gaze. "Just admiring your sweater," I answered without mentioning that I had noticed her eyes had a touch of mascara and the librarian's single braid had been combed out. I had anticipated a blush and was not disappointed.
She took a sip of the drink and coughed. I got up with the intention of patting her back but she held up her hand. "Get the crackers. They're in that cabinet, up top," she ordered.
I automatically reached into the refrigerator for the cheese and while I was up I poured her a glass of water. I had to tell someone the news and did not want more distractions.
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The Real Stepford Wives: Lizzie's Story By Emma F Author's Note: This story is a prequel to my prior story, "The Real Stepford Wives: Sophia's Story". Both stories are based on Sarah Barndt's original story "The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies" and "The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy" written by VI several years later. Sophia, along with some of the characters in the other two stories make cameo appearances here. *************************************** I...
The trouble is my whores were spending more and more time at the warehouse fucking and closing deals and I wasn’t getting as much pussy as I’d liked and was getting bored. It’s not that I was unhappy about them being there because that didn’t bother me at all, I knew come the end of the year I’d be moving on with my three whores and a whopping great bank account to boot. I just need to get out and look for some pussy; so I applied for a job with a security firm moving confidential...
(Warning: This story will contain v******e, gore, mutual torture, probable death, and it could get worse depending on who wants to play. If you're not okay with that, don't continue reading. If you are, tell me you are reading.)My eyes open, but the world is dark. Wherever I am, the lights are not on. The smell of mold, and the rank of dampness fills my nostrils as I realize that I am in pain. A cold, thick, metal seems to be tied tightly around my arms and legs. I am not touching the ground,...
Star Whores by Raun Dalke copyright 2005 1. The Job- Many of the men had started grumbling and complaining about 3 weeks after the starship 'Silver Bird' had left the Ganymede dome. They had signed on for high pay and dangerous work, but the ship's steward Mr. Ghilmer had given them the impression they'd be at the Barnard's Star station in about a week. It was for a month's worth of back-breaking but well paid labor, so they stuck it out. Christ, I needed the money so bad...
The Real Stepford Wives - Vicky's Story By Emma F Author's Note: This is my third entry in the Stepford Series. This story is a prequel to my prior story, "The Real Stepford Wives: Lizzie's Story". Both stories are based on Sarah Barndt's original story "The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies" and "The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy" written by VI several years later. Lizzie, along with some of the characters in the original two stories make cameo appearances...
The Real Stepford Wives: Sophia's Story By Emma F Author's Note: This story is based on Sarah Barndt's original story "The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies" and "The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy" written by VI several years later. Some of the characters in those stories make cameo appearances here. ********************** I was four years into my career as a Big Four accountant. Two years ago, I had been promoted to senior associate and was hopeful about...
I have this fantasy, I can’t really do it back home as the moral standards are higher. But here, I can get a girl off the street, fuck her senseless and then move along. Use her like a sex toy and then just get on my way. Have you ever wanted to get a slave? Have a tight little cunt to fuck in whichever way you wanted? Well that’s what I’ll be doing this weekend. It’s not long till I find what I’m searching for. Two lovely young ladies sitting at one of the many bars, smoking cigarettes...
Any Resemblance to Actual Persons, Living or Dead, is Purely Coincidental The small town of T counts just 2900 inhabitants. Actual it’s not more than a village, with a limited number of shops, one restaurant and two pubs. As always in such a small, close-knit community, everyone knows each other and this provides an excellent breeding ground for the gossip circuit, an activity that every woman engages in. This has always been, and certainly will ever be, despite efforts of officials to curb the...
BDSMMy Puritan whores are both naked. Walking ahead of me at the end of chain leashes attached to dog collars around their necks. Josephine, my wife, a beautiful ginger. Her long red hair piled up so it only flows halfway down her back. Revealing the freckles that cover her pale body and dot her sweet round ass. Walking next to her mother was my sweet Abigail. A bit shorter with a bigger ass. My delectable Muffin only has freckles on her face and shoulders. Her darker red hair was curly, and...
Introduction: Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron get lost in the forbiden forest and finaly let their feeling for each other show. Ron and Hermione were strolling around the black lake, they werent actually dating but they were doing all the normal couples stuff except for the kissing and sex. They saw two people in the distance walking towards them. Is that Harry and Ginny Hermione asked. The red hair was unmistakeable and ten minutes later they sat down on the bank as Harry and Ginny (who were...
The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy By VI This story is based on my favourite piece of TG fiction, which was written by the author Sarah Barndt. If you have never read 'The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies' then please do so, as it is an imaginative and well told story. Thanks very much Sarah. ************************ I had been performing ballet since I was eight, and for the last six years had been with one of the American ballet companies. I think the fame...
Lady Georgette Lockwood was bathing on the orders of the voluptuous Madam De Voillet. The maid Maisie caressed her sperm encrusted skin with a soft cloth, washing away the sticky essence with perfumed water. Georgette lay back and gave a soft sigh, reliving the events of the last few hours. When she awoke this morning she was an innocent virgin, unaware, and ignorant of, the ways of men and women. And now, just a short while later, she had masturbated a cock, tasted sperm, and been...
“You`re sure madam? We can really fuck her?” Madame De Voillet stood in her drawing room before the semi-circle of seated guests and smiled. “Yes, Sir Edgar. She is 20 years old and the daughter of one of my most valued friends. And might I add, one of the most licentious. The girl that will shortly stand before you, is the result of an overprotective father. A man who knows nothing of his wife`s wanton ways.” A chuckle of delight rippled around the room. “And do we get to fuck the mother...
Introduction: Bridgette B. is one of my favorite pornstars and so when I came across this photoset of her in a harem girl outfit, I knew I had to make a story of it! This story is a sexy parody of the old TV show "I Dream of Jeanie” but with a few sexy twists! I hope you like the story as much as I liked writing it! * * * *Tony Williams sat in the holding position, awaiting permission to enter the runway and take off. His small Cessna 340 twin-engine plane was fueled and ready for its...
SupernaturalThe red hair was unmistakeable and ten minutes later they sat down on the bank as Harry and Ginny (who were dating) walked up to them. "Hey guys" Ginny said in a bouncy giddy voice she always used now it got even giddier when she was with Harry. "Hey" Ron replied "we were just heading back to school for lunch" "Bah that's dull" said Ginny almost actually bouncing now "come with us we're going to the forbidden forest" "You know the forest is forbidden for a reason" Hermione...
The Chelmsford Stalker By Michele Nylons The man sat at a corner table in the coffee shop surreptitiously eyeing off the woman sitting on a stool at bar. She was dressed in a navy blue suit; her jacket was open, revealing well-formed breasts swelling her white satin blouse, which opened to the second button so that a hint of lace bra was displayed. Her legs were crossed and her skirt had ridden up revealing most of her well-formed thighs atop long legs encased in sheer...
Hi friends this is harish. I am submitting my own story which happen one year ago. After my exams i got my summer vacation leaves. I dont what to do and how to spend time without meeting my gf for two months. In holidays i was spending all my time by watching porn movies and masturbating but not satisfied with that. One day i thought to do sex with any prostitute but i not did that because of i don't have that much dare to call prostitutes. Because fearing of hiv. I called my gf and said her i...
First TimeThe steam from the stove was making her sweat and she was already perspiring from her workout at the gym. Rebecca loved taking care of her body. At 35 years old she was definitely what you would call a milf. Her long red hair which, was now wet with perspiration was sticking to the milky white skin on the back of her neck. Her form was slim and tight although men would often comment that she still had quite a bit of “junk in the trunk”, which complimented her huge fake breasts. Rob had talked...
I went to the mall to do some Saturday morning shopping instead of decorating for Christmas. I jotted down some notes of lyrics that came across the intercom: ‘My Christmas dreaming came a little early this year’ and ‘All I need to do is dream you.’ I also saw an advertisement in a clothing store window: ‘Be iconic.’ All of this might escape most typical individuals, but ‘typical’ is something I have never been. Years ago, I saw a comedy romance movie where the lead male character began...
Once upon a time.... All my life I had always feared God. Growing up I thought he personally stared down at from Heaven watching my every move, listening to my every thought. It was this fear that has always kept me on the straight and narrow and given me my morale courage. My only sorrow is that I was unable to pass this fear down to my children and from this, there will be no retribution. I am surely damned as if I had spent a lifetime of murder and greed. With this knowledge I don't...
Fiona liked to meet up with her girlfriends at one of their homes or at the shopping mall. No one else seemed to mind either because I never interfered with their activities. I usually just sat there and listened to them gossip or complain about boyfriends. I liked to imagine I was a sheikh and they were all my harem girls. Occasionally one of the girls would ask my opinion about something they were talking about, something they were wearing or a boy one of the girls liked. I was...
My name is George. I'm 15 years old. My parents are divorced. I live with my mother and younger sister. I was painfully shy growing up and I didn't really have any pals to hang out with so, out of desperation, I started tagging along with my sister Fiona who was two years younger than me but much more outgoing. Fiona didn't mind because that meant she could stay out later being escorted by her big brother. Fiona liked to meet up with her girlfriends at one of their homes or at the...