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 ï>¿Adventures of a Part Time Sugar Baby by BareLin

   ADVENTURES OF A PART TIME SUGAR BABY PART ONE

   The Job Interview by: CHESSMAN

   I answered the advertisement with a bit of hesitation in my mind.  After
all a Village Voice personals ad that reads:  -œAdventurous female redheads
wanted for a six month employment contract.  Applicants must be natural
redheads and willing to prove that status at the time of their interview.
Sugar babies welcome - Is a vague ad in the extreme, who knows what the
author sought and what the heck is a sugar baby?  The post office box to
send resume and head shot was included in the ad and as I had not found
work in my field since graduating my very expensive college, I responded.

   Two days later an envelope came to my post box.  It looked like the type
of invitation a couple sends to invite you to a wedding or to some fancy
party.   -œMark J.  Chessman cordially invites you to audition for
employment at 0900 hrs 23 January.  Waldorf Tower Suites number 1423. 
Lateness will disqualify the applicant immediately. -

   A ninety-minute bus and subway ride brought me to the door of the suite
at 0858.  I knocked, admitted by a doorkeeper well trained in the arts of
houseman/butler, who said,

    -œMark is finishing his prior interview, miss, please have a seat.  You
will be called in a few moments. - The middle-aged man with military
bearing left to attend to other business in the suite of rooms.  I stood,
bewildered, and waited as instructed.

   The man who appeared was stunning to look at with gray hair the color of
a thundercloud a double-breasted navy blue blazer gray slacks and black
loafers.  The off white Irish fisherman sweater under the jacket suited him
far better than a collared shirt and necktie.  His smile was brilliant. 
His blue eyes offset with the type of crow -(TM)s feet seen on people who
stare into the sun for long years.  He gestured to the next room and I led
the way with him following and closing the door behind us.

    -œTell me, miss, why is it you wish to work for me and why is it I
should hire you? - The man asked.   -œSir, I graduated university in May.
I have not found work of any type in my field or even sufficient to pay my
bills.  My roommates resorted to working at Club Zanzibar.  I tried
waitress there for a week, but the pinching and groping was more than I
could take and I left.  There are some things that are not worth the money
no matter how well the job pays. - I told him.

    -œWhat did you wear when you worked at Club Zanzibar? - The man asked.


    -œThe uniform was semi-sheer baby doll pajamas in wild animal patterns.
- I replied.

   His look suggested he wished more detail,  -œIf a customer paid for a
dance set, you went up on a small stage with a stripper pole and took off
your top during the first song.  Your panties came off during the second
song and you danced the third song naked. -

    -œBeing naked bothered you? - He asked with a tone I could not
interpret.   -œNo, Sir.  Only the groping and touching of the men trying to
stuff dollar bills and fives and tens where money does not naturally belong
bothered me. - I replied firmly.

    -œSo, when I tell you to strip naked right here and right now, what
will you do? - His smile was a tossup between cruel and amused.

    -œI will assume that this is part of the 'and be able to prove it' that
was in the ad, Sir.  Do you wish me naked now? - I replied.

    -œYes, and then we shall discuss the actual employment opportunity, -
he replied.

   I removed my short winter jacket and placed it on a leather loveseat. 
My strawberry blond hair in the short pageboy cut looked natural enough,
but I knew the man wanted proof that the carpet and drapes matched.  I
pulled off my cardigan.  My freckled B cup breasts were bare beneath it,
and unzipped the below the knee skirt letting it fall to the floor.  Save
for the calf high boots I wore I was now naked.  My pubic hair is sparse
enough I never bother to shave or shape it.  It is also a lighter shade of
red than my head of hair but it is natural.

    -œHow tall are you? - The man asked.  He then asked my weight and
clothing sizes.  I told him five feet nine inches, one hundred thirty-five
pounds and a size ten depending on manufacturer and time of month.  I tend
to bloat a bit near my period.

    -œDo you tan or burn when in the sun? - I answered that with lightly
tan but I need an SPF 45 or I'll blister.

    -œPut this on, - he demanded and handed me a small plastic bag.  A
great many strings and three green triangle patches proved a thong style
swimsuit.  When I had it on, he smiled and told me to turn in a circle. 
His smile grew larger.  He told me to retie the bottom over my hipbones and
tighten it so that the triangle formed a camel toe.  The light material, a
silk I thought, wedged into my lips and began to rub erotically in my
clitoris every time I moved or posed for him.

    -œThe Chief and I are leaving to winter on Gull Cay, a small island I
own in the American Virgin Islands.  We require a staff of six to maintain
the house, prepare meals and act as crew aboard the sailboat we shall use
to get to the island.

    -œOne of the points on your resume was your sailing skills.  It is not
often that a university grants a partial athletic scholarship for nine
meter sailing.

    -œThe other thing that impressed the Chief and me was your degree is in
culinary arts and resort management.  In this economy, it must be difficult
to find work in the hospitality field.  I can understand your not being in
a five star kitchen or on the front end at a resort hotel.  Many women
resort to exotic entertainment when they find the bills overdue; I do not
hold that against you.  Their loss is my gain, should you accept my
employment offer.

    -œYour employment will begin the first of February.  If you decide to
accept, your pay begins today.  While in my employ, the MOST you shall ever
wear is what you are wearing now.

    -œI see the look on your face.  Yes, that means when you leave you will
wear the bikini.  The clothing you wore here UPS will deliver to your
apartment in a day or two.  The Chief will drive you home; I would not make
you freeze on a subway and a bus to get back home.

    -œShould you accept employment you must understand that your pay is at
the end of your employment contract?  Once you accept employment, you will
not be fired.  You must complete the employment period to be paid.  Should
you choose to terminate employment before the end of the contract you will
receive nothing.  You will pay your own way home from Gull Cay or whatever
point geographically you chose to leave.

    -œFor the six month period beginning February 1st and ending July 31st
you shall receive two hundred fifty thousand dollars. - He finished
talking and my head was awash with so many thoughts.  He needed a woman who
can sail, cook gourmet meals and look good doing it.  I can sail, cook and
he must think I look good.  A quarter million dollars for six months in a
bikini or less and doing what I loved to do anyway.  This girl saw a no
brainier looking straight at her.   -œI'd like the job, sir, if you are
offering it to me. -

   I signed a contract and we shook hands.  I left the suite by a different
entry.  The man referred to as Chief escorted me to a Bentley, sat me in
the rear seat and drove out of the garage.

    -œMark Chessman is not an easy man for whom to work, miss, I was
stationed with him in the Navy for five years.  You are the fifteenth woman
to interview.  You are only the second the Mark has hired.  He probably
told you his policy that you would not be fired.  He did not tell you that
you are subject to discipline.  His toleration for first time mistakes is
low.  Repeat an error and his frustration level borders on wrath.

    -œThe six women who make this trip will find something to occupy their
time twenty-four hours a day for six straight months.  Every penny promised
you, you shall earn and every bit of you will be useful at one time or
another.

    -œOne last thing, miss, for the duration of your employment you shall
be referred to as TWO.  If the reference is to your work HELM or CHEF might
replace TWO.  Your name and those of the other women hired are not
important to the Mark. -

   With that the Chief pulled the car to the curb in front of my apartment
building.  My purse, boots key fob and tiny bikini exited the car and
headed to the lobby of my building.  The thin covering over my breasts did
little to nothing to hide my very erect nipples.  Unsure if excitement,
cold or fear had popped them out me brazened my way past the doorman and to
the elevator.  Only then did I feel the dampness between my legs.  The
small patch of fabric covering my mons was completely soaked through,
touching myself to feel the dampness I orgasmic, with a visible shudder,
while leaning against the car wall in the elevator.  I came twice before I
reached my floor.

   I must have passed out upon the sofa and slept the rest of the day away
dreaming of sails filled with warm tropical breezes and the clear blue of
the island waters.  When I woke my roommates were home, their reaction to
my outfit and the stain on the bottom was direct and suggestive.   -œWho
was he? - Mary asked.   -œDoes he have a brother? -

   Sue wanted to know,  -œWhat the hell happened to your clothes,
girlfriend?  How did you go from fully dressed to a job interview in the
city nearly naked to Teaneck, New Jersey, without being molested by every
pervert on the D train or in the Port Authority bus station?  Better yet,
how come the cops didn't arrest you for wearing that outfit in public? -

    -œOkay, I got the job.  It lasts six months.  It starts when I signed
my contract, but I don't actually go to work until February 1st.  One of
the work conditions is that this is all I wear, well this or nothing,
between now and July 31.  I need both of you to help me keep to the dress
code, no matter what.  This guy seems like the type who will make sure I
follow all of his rules. - I gave as the encapsulated overview.

    -œ -So, stand up and turn around, - Sue told me.  I did and Mary
whistled like a dockworker.  Sue said,  -œYou look tasty in that,
girlfriend, I'd eat you like a gourmet cupcake as in don't wrap it up I'll
eat it right here right now. -

    -œWell, I for one don't like the idea of our roommate walking around in
soiled garments.  I think she needs to take that off and wash it, right
now, - Mary suggested, gesturing with her fingers.  I hated to agree with
her.  I had to though as my crotch was actually glued to the fabric of my
bottom with the sticky secretions I emitted when I orgasmic.  I began to
walk to my room but was stopped by,  -œWhere are you going?  If your new
boss told you it was the bikini or nothing, that means your robe, a towel
wrap or any other covering is a no-no.  So just peel that off and hand-wash
it.  When it dries we may let you put it back on. - Sue ordered.

   Here began the tests.  My roommates began playing with dominant roles
while knowing that my new job depended upon my submitting to a dominant
boss.  Little did I realize how the testing they put me through over the
next week would prepare me for the first part of my journey into my new
life.  The remainder of the day I was nude.  Mary and Sue went into my
bedroom and cleared my closet and dresser, locking my clothes into
suitcases.  They called down to the front desk to have a houseman come to
put some things into the basement storage locker.   -œGet the door, - Sue
yelled to me,  -œAfter all it is your stuff that is going into storage. -

   I opened the door and it was Frank, the middle-aged handyman
superintendent for the building.   -œOh, sorry, miss, I'll come back later,
- he said in a flustered voice.  He actually blush a deep red.   -œNo,
that's okay Frank, - I said nervously,  -œI had to pack all my clothes for
storage I've taken a new job out of state and my wardrobe was totally wrong
for it and my travel outfit is wet, I just washed it, so just come in and
take those suitcases to the basement please. -

   Frank never let his eyes leave my body the entire time he was in the
apartment.  At the longest, it was three minutes, but it seemed like hours.
I think he memorized the placement of every freckle on my body and knew how
far my erect nipples stuck out from my breasts by the time he lugged the
last bag into the corridor and placed it on the hand trolley.

   I was exhausted and excited when he left.  Mary began to applaud and Sue
wolf whistled as they came from their rooms.   -œGreat start, girlfriend.
Damn you look horny as hell.  Why don't you take care of that, or you'll
mess up your one set of clothes again. - Sue demanded.  Mary placed a
large towel on one of the kitchen chairs and added,  -œGo to it we want to
see you come and come hard. -

   For the second time today, all it took was a few flicks of my index
finger on my clitoris and I was spamming in orgasm.  This time I had an
audience.  Sue knelt in front of me and began to lap up my juices.  I
offered no objection; though I did not consider myself bi or lesbian, I
enjoyed the attention enough to have a second orgasm right on her tongue.

    -œDamn, girl, you are a tasty one, - Sue grinned.   -œMary, next time
you need to take a taste of that girl honey. -

   We ordered Chinese for dinner.  The girl who delivered our order was
eighteen, a high school senior, and for some reason had piercings in her
lip, tongue, and eyebrows, as well as from earlobe to top of both ears. 
Her shaggy pageboy haircut and ripped denim jacket and mini skirt completed
the punk grunge image she tried to project.  Of course, the girls had me
answer the door still nude.

    -œHi, Kim, come on in while I get you the money from my purse, - Mary
called from the kitchen.  The girl entered our flat and her eyes were glued
to me even tighter than Frank's were earlier.  Sue giggled,  -œSee anything
you like, Kim? - Kim smiled and nodded, not leaving her eyes off me.  I
was getting wet from the looks she gave me and from thinking of what the
girls had planned.   -œShe is yours if you want her, Kim.  She loves to be
eaten and if you need relief I'm sure she will repay the favor. - Sue had
just pimp me out to an eighteen year old.  I was embarrassed, I was excited
and I was aroused.

   The little Asian licked her lips and unbuttoned her denim jacket.  A red
bra was all she wore beneath it.  The zipper of her short denim skirt was
down and the skirt at her ankles seconds later.  She stood in bra and
matching red thong.

   Unhooking her bra revealed pierced nipples.  She stepped out of her
thong and approached me wearing only her low cut Converse sneakers. 
Whether she shaved bare or had no pubic hair, her piercings in her labia
and clitoris were obvious.  My second encounter with a woman ended in a
sixty-nine.  Her tongue stud rubbed my nipples first and then as it dragged
on my clitoris sent shivers through my body as I mimicked her actions on
her body.  Kim liked her piercings pulled.  After several minutes working
on her breasts, she yelped for me to move to her cunt and pull the rings
hard with my teeth.  When I did, she sprayed my face with her juices.

   When we both recovered, she cooed in my ear,  -œSince I am all over you,
your dinner is on me. - She then thanked Sue and Mary for the very special
treat and dressed quickly.  Mary insisted on paying her.  She grinned and
thanked Mary while refusing a tip.  Licking her lips, she told me,  -œAny
time baby doll, and any time, just calls me. -

   Eating moo goo gai pan with the subtle taste of girl come in my mouth
was a new experience.  After we cleared up, I went to bed.  I was
exhausted. Little did I know what the girls had planned for the next week?

   The call came in the afternoon of January 31 that I my picked up by the
Chief was at a specific time the next morning.  In a way, this was a
relief, in the week leading up to my leaving them Mary and Sue had me run
to the lobby nude for the mail and package delivery and up and down to the
laundry room dressed the same way.

   Mrs.  Willkie the seventy-something who lived alone on the fourth floor,
met me on the elevator on the morning of the 25th.  She asked,  -œYoung
woman, do you realize you are nude? - She smiled when she said it and
winked conspiratorially.  She then said,  -œWhen I was in college in the
60s we streaked all the time around campus and town.  Keep it up, dear, you
bring back nice memories. - Whoa, the thought of my grandmother running
around naked suddenly planted itself in my brain.  Mrs.  Willkie and she
were of a similar age group.  Yipes, they were young and foolish once.  Was
I foolish to do this?  Was the money worth it?

   That afternoon the package from the Mark arrived.  My clothes worn to
the interview were in it, as were fifteen more of the silken green bikini
sets.  The Mark had a note inside,  -œMy sources tell me you are following
our dress code.  You may wish to go to O'Malley's in Hackensack and buy
three pair of Sperry Topsiders and two pair of canvas deck shoes.  Pack
everything but what you wear to the airport in the flight bag in this
package and be ready for the Chief when he picks you up. - Sure, enough,
beneath my clothes was a soft leather flight bag with the number '2'
embossed in the leather.  We three roommates went shoe shopping the next
day, I was allowed to wear one of the bikini sets and we went at a time
when kids were in school to avoid angry moms calling the cops.  Though it
was off-season, O'Malley had the Topsiders and deck shoes in stock.  We
were in and out of the store in less than twenty minutes.  Jock O'Malley
made me walks up and down the store in each pair of shoes, 'to assure they
fit correctly'.  I knew he just wanted to see my ass wiggle past him as
many times as he could.  I imagined Gwen O'Malley, his wife of thirty
years, getting the benefit of the monster erection visible in his trousers,
when he closed the shop for lunch.

   The morning of January 31 dawned, or pre-dawned and I said good-bye to
my roommates and waited for the Chief.  He right on time; the next phase of
my life had begun.

   ADVENTURES OF A PART TIME SUGAR BABY PART 2

   THE BLACK SHAMROCK by: CHESSMAN

   The 1st of February started without the sun.  A gray overcast day
promising rain.  The day found me in hanger 27 of the Teterboro airport. 
The Chief arrived at the door of my apartment in Teaneck at, as he called
it  -~zero dark thirty -(TM).  It was a short drive to the airport where I
waited, shivering in my green thong and boat shoes.

    -œTWO, so good of you to be prompt and properly attired, - The
Commander said from the hatch behind the cockpit of the Gulfstream.   -œIt
seems some of the others forgot the terms of employment began upon signing
their contracts.

    -œDid you get the packages? - He asked.

    -œYes, Sir, thank you.  I was concerned that having only this one suit,
it would wear out before the end of my contract. - I replied.

   He laughed, as the folding stairs to the aircraft came down,  -œTWO, if
I desire you naked for six months I merely have to tell you to strip.  Now,
welcome aboard and find a seat in the cabin.  We have a two hour flight to
Port Canaveral to meet the boat. -

   I was the last girl to arrive.  My guess was I lived the closest to the
airfield and those that lived a distance were picked up before me.  The
Chief smiled and placed a velvet choker around my neck.  A silver numeral 
-~2 -(TM) dangled from the green velvet.  The Chief gestured to the large
leather club seats; the eight of them arranged four to a side with what
looked like a boardroom table between them, and told me to take an empty
one and belt in for lift off.

   Four nude girls with various shades of red hair sat in the seats on the
far side of the table.  A large pile of cast off clothing and shoes bore
evidence of their error in judgment.  One girl was wearing a yellow bikini
the same style as mine.  She wore the number  -~4 -(TM) on her yellow
choker and sat in the chair closest to the tail of the aircraft.  I took
the second chair in leaving the first seat for the Chief and one seat
between Four and me.

   No conversation and little eye contact came from the opposite side of
the airplane.  In my mind the nude women had instructions not to speak,
possibly part of the  -~you will not be fired, but you will be disciplined
-(TM) clause.  I looked to  -~4 -(TM) and opened my mouth to speak.  She
quickly drew the fingers of her right hand across her throat and shook her
head.  I took the hint and remained silent.

   The aircraft taxied to the runway and we became airborne moments later.
When we reached cruising altitude the intercom came on,  -œTWO and FOUR
please come up to the cockpit -

   We two unbuckled our belts and knocked on the cockpit door.  The Chief
opened it from the inside and admitted us.  He exited to the main cabin. 
The Commander flipped a switch reset a dial and took his hand off the yolk
of the steering wheel.   -œWe are on autopilot for the next hour and
fifteen minutes.  I wanted to speak to you both in private.

    -œAs you both saw, our happy crew did not all step off on the correct
foot.  TWO, you were not here for the initial discipline.  I regret that.
Yet you were on time and in proper uniform.  I have no complaint regarding
you.  FOUR, you were the third to arrive.  Two women were already stripped.
You were in your bikini and heels.  While I agree the Nine West spikes make
your legs look great, they are not the shoe of choice for a sailboat.  For
the footwear failure, you were silenced.  You watched as the next two women
arrived.  One came in a three-piece business suit and the other in wool
slacks and a parka.  You saw each one stripped, silenced and awaiting
punishment.

    -œEarly failures will carry lesser penalties.  As we get to know each
other and work together, the punishments for gross errors will increase. 
Today, the Chief is informing you four compatriots their punishment is
humiliation.  You two and the Chief are to watch as the four others
masturbate themselves to orgasm.  The Chief will check each to assure none
fakes the climax.  You are to paddle the last woman to come with a
ping-pong paddle.  Each of you has twenty swats.  If her ass is not bright
red when you finish, the Chief has orders to redden yours.  That is all
girls; you have your orders, go carry them out. - He dismissed us, and
then added,  -œWould one of you bring me a cup of coffee, I take it black
no sugar, please? -

   I brought the Commander the lidded mug I found in the galley of the
aircraft.  It bore the silver oak leaf of a USN naval commander.  He smiled
when he saw the mug, said,  -œGood Girl  -œ2 -, and waived me away.

   I returned to my seat.  The Chief flipped a switch and the table
disappeared into the floor.  The four other women were now totally exposed
to us three witnesses.   -œYou may begin now, - the Chief instructed.

   I have my own technique I use to pleasure myself.  Sometimes I am so
excited, like the day I interviewed for this job, that a flick or two on my
clitoris brings me off to mind shattering conclusion.  My normal is a hot
bubble bath and my cordless toothbrush.  A low setting on my nipples, using
the bristles, until they cannot take further stimulation and then the back,
not the bristles, on the high setting directly on my nub.  I am usually so
weak I have difficulty drying off and making it to my bedroom.

   The four women across from me were way out of their private pleasure
zone.  All were desperately using techniques from pinching their nipples to
using fingers in the vagina trying for a quick but real come.  Oddly, the
more frantic they became, the wetter I became.  I needed to bring myself
off but I knew if I did, the Commander had not given me permission.  I read
enough master/slave dominant/submissive stories on the internet to realize
the type of employment relationship of which I was now a part.  The
preparation of the previous week with my roommates around the apartment
building had also helped my adjustment.

   The girl on the far right of me, a slightly plump and shorter version of
the red headed league, seemed to be making the most progress toward climax.
Her right hand busily fingered her clit and her left pumped fingers in and
out of her vagina.  She rolled her eyes back and let out with a screeching
noise from her mouth followed by loud farts from both her sex and her butt.

   The Chief checked her by inserting a finger in her vagina and confirmed
the contest had a winner.  The remaining three redoubled their efforts to
finish themselves.  The medium red C cup tall and skinny as a fashion model
and the thirty-something housewife Mrs.  Average appeared neck and neck to
reach their climax.  The last girl, no more than nineteen and a small A cup
athletic type actually looked bewildered, as if playing with herself was
not part of her experience in life.  Perhaps it was not, but I pegged her
for the one FOUR and I would be paddling in a few minutes.

   The Hausdorff took the silver medal.  She came with both a gasp and a
squirt of fluid from her vagina that left no doubt of the legitimacy of her
orgasm.  That left the model and the athlete hoping for the bronze.  The
younger girl savagely pinched her nipples and the sweat on her body glowed
in the filtered light of the airplane cabin.  Continuing to pinch her left
nipple, the athletic teen used her right thumb and forefinger to twist her
distended clit.  Pain was her trigger and when she pulled on the hood of
her clitoris, she came savagely.

   No matter the model finished seconds later, the fact was she had lost.
She was placed bent over the back of her chair, her face down toward the
seat.  She had tears in her eyes before FOUR and I began.  Each of us had a
paddle.  We worked it out, me speaking Four nodding, she was still
silenced, that my first ten strokes would be on the model -(TM)s right butt
cheek and FOUR would paddle the left.  We would switch sides at stroke
eleven.

   The Chief told the model she was now allowed to speak, but only to count
the strokes of her discipline and thank FOUR and I for our efforts.

   Being right handed and taking the right side to start I chose to use a
backhand swing.  A screech and  -œOne, thank you Miss - followed my WHAP.
To the model -(TM)s credit, she did not lose count in the first twenty
strokes.  FOUR and I changed sides giving the hot red butt of our target a
few moments to cool down.  I began again on the left cheek using my
forehand.  The model sobbed out the last ten stroke counts and wet herself
on number thirty-eight.  Her pee running down the inside of her legs
completed her humiliation.

    -œDiscipline is complete.  Silence is lifted.  No names you shall all
use your numbers, The Chief shall see you collared and dressed.  We shall
be landing in fifteen minutes.  Be prepared to deplane when the aircraft
stops at its hangar. - The Commander called in over the intercom.

   The short plump redhead who came first was  -œ3 - her bikini was blue
as was her velvet choker.  The Hausdorff was  -œ1 - her suit and collar
were white; the model was  -œ5 - and was dressed in orange that almost
matched her hair.  The athlete who came in pain was  -œ6 - and wore black.

   As the plane circled for landing, we all briefed our group as to the
talent or talents that brought us together.   -œ1 - told the group she was
a certified meteorologist and a former navigator in the USAF.  I explained
my sailing and culinary background.   -œ3 - related she earned a maritime
engines mechanic rating and would take over the sailboat -(TM)s auxiliary
engines and generators.   -œ4 - held a merchant marine ticket as a
deckhand.  In past summers, she had worked on charter sailboats.   -œ5 -
with the bruised and battered ass and the look of a fashion model was an
accountant hired to handle the finances of the expedition.   -œ6 - smiled
and told us,  -œI am Chief -(TM)s daughter.  He told me this summer was my
entrance to adulthood.  I screwed up in high school and did not get into
college.  It was this or I had to enlist in the Navy.  Now I wish I had
taken the other option. - I shuddered.  It was bad enough to perform for
perfect strangers.  She had to masturbate herself to orgasm in front of her
father.  She was the crews -(TM) backup.  By the end of the six months, she
was to be a competent sailor and able to make her way on any charter boat
in the Caribbean.

   We landed and a Town and Country van met us at the hangar.  The driver
saluted the Commander informally and when a Chevy Aveo pulled up, hopped
into it and left.  The Town and Country sat eight and with only flight bags
in the rear area was plenty large enough for us.  We seated by our numbers
-œ5 - and  -œ6 - sat in the rear seat and  -œ3 - and  -œ4 - sat in the
front facing middle.   -œ1 - and I found ourselves seated in the rear
facing captain -(TM)s chairs across from  -œ4 - and  -œ3 -.  The Chief
drove and the Commander sat in the front passenger seat.  The airport was a
thirty-minute drive from the marina in Port Canaveral where our sailboat
docked.

   She is magnificent.  Twenty-seven meters from bowsprit to stern rail
nine meters wide at the deck sloop rigged with at least a thirty-meter
mast. The Bermuda rigging looked like it was supporting an old-fashioned
radio transmission tower.  Guy lines trailed down to cleats at the bow ans
stern as well as port and starboard.  The spaced winching boxes for raising
and lowering sail without climbing the rigging.  Her bright work shined in
the daylight.  Her hull is painted Navy regulation haze gray and carved
into her stern board is her name BLACK SHAMROCK.

   We unloaded the van and waited for either the Commander or Chief to lead
us aboard the boat.  The Aveo pulled up and the driver who left it at the
airport got our saluted the Commander again and he grinned and tossed her
the van keys.  We trooped up the gangplank then down a ship -(TM)s ladder
two decks and the Chief showed us our quarters.  Three cabins with bunk
beds a writing desk and a monitor.  Each cabin was en suite with a head. 
It held a toilet a sink, a shower, and a long list of rules concerning
fresh water, gray water and black water.

   Once I was settled, and how long can it take to dump bikinis into a
drawer and shut it, the Chief showed me the port side galley.  I asked
about storage for food as what I saw did not seem ample.  On the lowest
deck below fore of the engine room, was a food locker with a chest freezer
and large refrigerator, the Chief told me.  The galley and dining area were
on the main deck.  The small fridge in the galley held enough for the next
meal or party.  A wine chiller stood beside the fridge.  A microwave oven,
a convection oven and a four-burner stove with a double oven run on propane
were my main appliances.  Copper pots and pans hung from hooks attached to
a lazy Susan type wheel in the overhead.  A double sink with the same list
of rules concerning fresh, gray and black water finished my kitchen area.
The galley gleamed of stainless steel.  The main cabin is richly appointed
in cherry wood.  All seating surfaces are leather or its imitation,
Naugahyde, giving the main cabin the look of a very exclusive club.

   I glanced over to  -œ1 - who with the Commander was reviewing the
navigation and communications gear on the starboard side of the main cabin.
 -œ3 - was already in the lower deck engine room running tests on the
bilge pumps, and flushing the twin diesel Cummins engines.  When we cast
lines we would be under power until the boat cleared the harbor and
breakwater.  About a mile out to sea, we would set sail and take the boat
off power.  An auxiliary engine would charge the back up batteries and keep
power to the electronics while under sail.

    -œ4 - was on deck checking the winch boxes and canvas and lines making
ready to hoist sail.   -œ6 - followed her, learning the drill for raising
sail.  The only girl not seen was  -œ5 - util she climbed the ladder from
the cabin deck and poked her head up saying,  -œCommander, the uplink to
the satellite dish is ready when you need to look at Hong Kong and Tokyo,
Sir. -

   Her schedule would be openings and closings of markets around the world
and day trading for the Commander until Black Shamrock berthed on Gull Cay.
 -œWe leave with the rising tide,  -œ5 -, you will handle Hong Kong for
the next two hours.  HELM and I will be topside at the wheel if you need
me. -

    -œYes, Sir, I -(TM)ll take care of your list and thank you for the
cushion, sir. -  -œ5 - disappeared down the hatch to her quarters.

    -œHELM, is the stock of deli meat and salads in the galley fridge? -
The Commander wanted me to double check.

    -œYes, Sir, - I replied.

    -œGood, you will be needed above along with DECKS and the SWAB; we will
eat sandwiches and salads later.  Perhaps tomorrow you will prepare that
rack of ribs for midday meal. - I made a note of the rib order and then
asked,  -œDry rub or Carolina BBQ style, Commander? - He laughed.   -œI
prefer dry mustard, sea salt and onion.  If you can add a dip of Carolina
BBQ sauce and not smother the meat in it, wonderful. -

    -œNo problem, Sir, four hours in a slow oven should do the trick. 
Would you like a fresh salad on the side, for completion? - I asked.

    -œSounds fine, and biscuits, I am very fond of biscuits. - He added.

   We went up the ladder to the cockpit and the Commander slipped the loop
of rope off the main wheel.  He rocked it back and forth lightly to test
the rudder.  Then he let me do the same.  The play seemed perfect.  He
yelled,  -œDECKS cast off, - and watched as  -œ6 - raced dockside and
unhitched the lines from each cleat while  -œ4 - hauled the lines in and
French coiled them on deck.   -œ6 - almost missed the rail as she hopped
from the dock slip onto the bow.  I said nothing, the kid had mixed up the
weigh order and started from the stern instead of the bow, and  -œ4 - said
nothing as well.  The Commander frowned.

   I fought the wheel for a moment until the engine caught and the
propeller gave purchase to the rudder.  After that, steering the big boat
out of the harbor was a matter of watching for smaller craft in the
channel.

   The sails went up flawlessly and the main caught the breeze immediately.
As we skipped along the Commander called  -œ6 - to his side, and asked
her,  -œYoung lady why did you undo the lines in the order you did when you
cast off? -

    -œSir,  -œ4 - told me to start at one end and release the lines in
order.  I was two cleats along before she could tell me I started on the
wrong end.  I got my bow and stern mixed up, Sir. - The girl replied.  
-œTend your lines and sheets, - he ordered her.  He called down to the
Chief and they talked for a few minutes their voices lost to the wind and
the sounds of the rigging.

   Chief relieved me at the wheel two hours later.  I went below to pee.  I
also wanted to grab a quick bite to eat and found all the girls, but  -œ6
- at the table.  The commander told me to sit.

    -œI want to tell you that we had a slight mishap as we cast off
earlier. The line sequence was incorrect and young  -œ6 - almost went over
the side.   -œ6 - is in training.  She knows little to nothing about
sailing a boat this size or any other important life skill.   -œ6 - will
be punished for the mistakes she makes.  YES.  Her handler, the girl she
assigned to her at the time she makes a mistake, will also be punished.  I
spoke with Chief earlier.   -œ6 - might have lost her life or have been
seriously injured.   -œ4 - expect punishment this evening.  Everyone
please now return back to their duties. - He rose and we were dismissed.

   I did hit the head before going topside and I grabbed a cold bottle of
water from the wine chest.  I saw  -œ6 - stripped and tied spread eagle to
the guy lines on the starboard side facing out to sea.  Only one man aboard
could do that we all were below deck.  Chief shot me a look that said, 
-œNot a word. -

   Four hours nude in the tropical sun will leave a girl dehydrated,
sunburned and aching from being tied by her wrists and ankles to the lines.
 -œ6 - came off her punishment and went below.   -œ4 - was lashed to the
boom hanging on tip toe, nude, a length of line wetted in sea water was
used by Chief and the Commander to flog her naked body.  Twenty hard lashes
with the response,  -œone, thank you Sir, I will better instruct those
assigned to me. -

   Both  -œ4 - and  -œ6 - were denied clothing for the next day.  Both
slathered themselves in aloe and sun -screen.  Midday we entered a squall
line, dropped sail, and started the engines.  This good timing by Mother
Nature allowed the pair to heal their skin over the next thirty-six hours.

    -œ1 - and the Chief and I took turns above at the wheel in the rain.
The seas were running high and it was difficult to prevent drift and stay
on course.  The Commander took the final weather watch before we broke out
of the squall.  Black Shamrock was three degrees east south east off
course. I believe he knew we could not hold course and took the final watch
for that reason.  He simply told all of us,  -œMy watch, my bad, HELM will
get us back on course.  Get the sails raised and NAV I need a fuel burn and
time delay report from you forthwith. -

   I then thought of the ribs I promised the Commander,  -œSir, shall I
stay above or prepare the food? -  -œFood can wait to another meal, HELM,
you are primary driver of this boat.  Make sure we get where we are going,
thank you. - He told me.  Four minutes later  -œ6 - was at my side with a
ham and cheese sandwich and a covered mug of fresh coffee.

    -œOne of the things I can do right is making a pot of coffee, - the
girl said.  The sandwich, also well made, with just enough mayo and mustard
on the rye bread and lettuce and tomato was delicious.  -œWe are down
thirty gallons of fuel and we have lost an hour and a half travel time, -
The Commander reported when he came up through the cockpit hatch.

    -œI vectored the course correction and the winds are about twenty
knots, Sir, we should make that time up and be back on course by sunset, -
I reported.   -œSir, if you don -(TM)t mind me saying, - I paused and not
getting a negative then continued,  -œSWAB is very good in the kitchen for
light meals.  If she cleans as well as she makes coffee and sandwiches,
perhaps she could handle lunches at sea while I tend the wheel. -

   He smiled.   -œThe challenge will be the cleaning and if she can master
what waste water drains where.  I agree her sandwiches today were very
good. She also made an avocado and peach salad with a vinaigrette that was
restaurant quality.  Why Chief insisted she go to a school with ROTC
instead of Cornell where she wanted to go I can -(TM)t fathom.  She isn
-(TM)t a sailor, yet, I think Chief hopes this summer will change her.  I
do not see her as officer material for the Navy but Chief does.  I would
not have eagled her and my vote for discipline was five lashes.  I don
-(TM)t know what he hopes to accomplish except to break her will.  Her
mother and twin brother died in an accident while Chief was at sea when she
was twelve.  They both changed after that. -

   He went back below when  -œ5 - called she had information about Munich
and the European futures market.  I began to think  -œ6 - may be suffering
at the hands of her father if he felt the wrong twin survived.  The role he
wanted for the son imposed on the daughter.

    -œ6 - and I developed a system for on board waste.  Recycle gathered
and crushed into plastic trash bags to go ashore got stored in the rear of
the walk in refrigerator.  Edible garbage went into five-gallon plastic
tubs.   -œ6 - hauled those to the stern rail and dumped them each evening.
Six days out to sea was a lovely day and we put the swim platform down so
all of us could take turns in the water.  The commander agreed to leave the
platform down for evening swimming.   -œ6 - as was our routine dumped a
load over the side and two yellow fin tuna looking for an easy meal leapt
onto the platform.  Chief and the Commander quickly dispatched the tuna
using gaffing poles.  I was charged with cleaning and butchering the two
huge fish.  The offal filled one of our garbage buckets.  The Chief wanted
that the heads and the tails reserved for chumming bait.  Cleaned, wrapped
and in the freezer the steaks and filets from the fish could provide the
eight of us with meals for a week.

   Lines cast off the stern in the chum field provided us with two sea bass
and fifteen blue fish the next day.  We sailed into the harbor at Gull Cay
three days later with bonito and skipjack added to our take.  We stopped
fishing when the sharks began to hover about the boat expecting easy lunch.

    -œ3 - was left to oversee the pump out and engine maintenance and the
rest of us went to the great house on Gull Cay.  It was mid February and we
would be here until mid July.

   ADVENTURES OF A PART TIME SUGAR BABY PART 3

   GULL CAY THE ISLAND AND ESTATE

   Reviewing the main cast: The Commander- retired US Navy officer, wealthy
owner of the yacht and island The Chief- The Commander -(TM)s assistant The
Red Heads: #1-[white] former USAF navigator and meteorologist #2-[green]
champion sailboat racer, trained chef and story narrator #3-[blue] maritime
engine mechanic #4- [yellow] able-bodied seaman/deckhand #5- [orange]
accountant/stock broker #6-[black] teen-age screw up trainee

   I eased the sailing yacht into the dock with the tide running with me
toward the shore.  I reminded  -œ4 - and  -œ6 -, mostly for the benefit
of the latter, that the tide was rising and the lines would need sufficient
spring line and slack to allow for that.   -œ6 - leapt over the side as we
reached the end of the pier and walked the stern line toward the cleat
nearest the shore.

   After a short conversation with the Commander, I had agreed with him
that backing the yacht to the dock would be preferable to sailing bow in.
Even in a sheltered docking facility, facing bow to open water is better.

    -œ4 - and  -œ6 - had rehearsed the securing of lines several times to
prevent the discipline that resulted from the casting off in Florida.  Once
we had the boat secured and both Chief and the Commander had checked and
rechecked the hatches and the lines, we made our way up to the estate.

   A winding path switching back and forth several times and about three
hundred meters long led to the estate.  If the path went straight up the
hill to the big house, it would be a third of the distance.  Due to rocky
outcrops and the natural terrain, the path designer incorporated the island
features rather than clear cutting trees and bulldozing landscape to
achieve straight lines.

   Our group of eight reached the door and the greeting by the house staff
was a delight.  Three very dark skinned women, two in their twenties one in
her forties, stood in the open doorway wearing sarong skirts tied at their
hips and nothing else.  They are all gorgeous.  The eldest is fuller
figured in the hip and her breasts sag appropriate to her age but is comely
and desirable.  The two younger girls, her daughters, are slender and full
breasted much as was  -œ5 -.  Each in turn, youngest to oldest, untied the
knot at her hip.  When the cloth wrap fell leaving the woman nude, each
knelt and offered a salutation,  -œWelcome, Master, my life and my body are
here at your command. -

    -œIs all prepared? - The Commander asked the trio.

    -œYes, Master, - came the reply in unison.

    -œThen, you are free to go and I shall see you in one week, - the
Commander dismissed them.

   Each picked up her sarong but none put the garment on as they departed
the estate house for one of the outbuildings.  I would learn, later, that
the woman, Karalla, came to the island as a young girl with her mother to
keep the house for the Commander -(TM)s parents. Karalla came of age and
married a fisherman.  Soon after, she became pregnant with twins and he was
lost at sea when a supertanker ran down his boat in a fog bank.  The larger
ship running blind on radar, had not noticed the fishing boat as it crushed
the wood hulled craft beneath its keel.

   Karalla gave birth to the girls and from the minute they were potty
trained the girls ceased wearing clothing.  Karalla also spent life nude.
The Commander -(TM)s parents viewed nudity as a sign of fealty.  He
maintained this tradition when he inherited the estate and his parent
-(TM)s fortune.  The sarong ceremony was a sign of loyalty to the
Commander. Each woman had a contract with him, it stated a home for life
and a stipend in return for what caretaking labor was needed for the
grounds and the buildings.  Any of the three presenting herself clothed and
stating  -œI take my life and body as my own, - terminated her employment
and was free to leave.  Neither mother nor daughters had made that choice
in the two decades it had been in existence.  The Commander placed sums of
money in accounts for the women against the day when he, heirless, would no
longer have the capacity to care for them.

   The six women in my group entered the large house and went on tour of
the place led by the Chief.  The house is built into the side of the hill.
The first of the floors, a basement that was above ground in the front of
the house but burrowed into the hill completely in the rear had three
bedroom suites and storage rooms.  The bedrooms built into the wall in
front and have two windows each looking out at lawn level.  A workout room
and bathroom/shower facility is on the left wall.  A lounge with a large
screen TV and computers with entertainment units occupied the same
dimensions along the right wall.  We six would sleep and take our quiet
time in these quarters.  We asked the Chief if our quarters were assigned,
or if we might, choose our roommate.  He smiled and told us a tee shirt
dress matching our collar and bikini was in each armoire.  The question
then was settled for us.

   The utilities and storage are along the back wall.  The generator and
pump room clearly belonged to  -œ3 - as her primary responsibility.  Cold
storage for fresh foods and dry storage for other foodstuffs and the wine
cellar were under my domain.  My guess was we would bunk together.  I was
wrong.  In one armoire a green dress hung from a single hangar and matching
strappy sandals were on the floor of the unit.  The unit next to mine held
a black dress and sandals.   -œ6 - is my roomie for the next five months.

   The other match-ups were  -œ3 - with  -œ4 - and  -œ1 - with  -œ5 -.
When the Commander gathered us for a meeting after we settled in, the
reasons for the pairings became clear.   -œAs you saw on your tour of the
house, this level, the public level, holds the dining room, kitchen drawing
room, sitting room and library.  When I entertain, as I often do during the
season, my guests shall be here and any attention required of and for them
will occur on this level or out upon the grounds.  The level above houses
my offices and private quarters.   -œ1 - and  -œ5 - are the only two of
you granted access to that level for daily business.  Occasionally business
associates might come for a consultation.  Should I require meals served or
beverages for business meetings,  -œ2 - or  -œ6 - are to bring the
requested items on the silver trays found in the pantry.   -œ3 - and  -œ4
- will keep the mechanical, electrical and plumbing of the house, estate,
grounds running.  We have wind, solar and generator power.  Try to run the
complex as  -~green -(TM) as possible.  We have problems with gasoline and
diesel fuels supplied to the island and I prefer to hold the generators in
reserve for storms.

    -œSafety clothing for those assigned duties requiring it is available
in the work area.  Unless serving a formal event, or under punishment, the
thong of your bikini is the only uniform of the day allowed in the main
house.  Formal dining in will have all of you in your dress and sandal
outfit.  Again, any woman under discipline shall be nude.  On the grounds
during the day, I prefer nudity.  At the pool and spa, nudity is mandatory.
Karalla and her girls tend the gardens, due the laundry and clean my
quarters.  The six of you will assist in the cleaning of the public floor
and will be responsible for your quarters below.

    -œOne last thing, towels are provided, fresh daily, solely for naked
women to sit on the furniture.  None of you are to sit anywhere without one
between you and the surface you sit upon.

   The following week, no discipline and the island running smoothly, the
Commander held a staff meeting.   -œWe are expecting some changes in the
weather.  When that happens, our dock becomes a safe haven for various
yachters sailing the islands.  You should expect to see to large motor
yachts in our waters soon.  BEI is a ninety-foot trawler.  CHANG HAO is a
sister to BLACK SHAMROCK.  When the people come ashore, I expect you to
obey their commands as you would my own.  Are there any questions from
anyone?  No, then good, all of you except  -œ2 - please return to your
duties. - The Commander motioned to me to wait until the others were gone.

    -œI need you to put a party together for six guests -(TM) tomorrow
evening.  The Chief and I will make eight in total.  The tuna filet will
make an excellent fish course.  Compliment that with a light soup, fresh
salad, and I believe there are game hens in the meat locker downstairs.

    -œYou and  -œ6 - assisted by Karalla and her girls will serve.  This
is a nude event.  Not as a punishment, the clients who are coming are old
friends of my parents and expect the help to be naked on the estate. - He
finished.

   There it was, I was help.  I knew I was an employee.  I signed a
contract to that effect.  Help, just sounded so  -œUpstairs Downstairs - I
took my leave and found  -œ6 - in the kitchen.

   Five star hotels wished they had this kitchen.  Two eight-burner double
oven Viking stoves in black iron stood with three Electrolux twenty cubic
feet refrigerators of stainless steel.  Vegetables were stored in one
fridge.  Another had a bottom freezer and double doors containing meats and
meat products.  The final fridge held dairy.  A matching Electrolux freezer
dry pantries and huge butcher-block prep tables finished what was a working
kitchen.  Every pot known to a professional chef hung shiny bright from
overhead hooks.  Knife blocks held every blade needed for prep and cooking.
A double sink and massive dishwasher/sanitizer unit completed what was my
domain.  I was in love.  Then I was in panic.  I kitchen this size needs a
sous chef, prep men and a saucier.  How were  -œ6 - and I to pull this off
alone?

   My senses elevated to the prospect of the Commander being disappointed
with the meal and his guests not pleased with their host.  This would mean
-œ6 - and I would pay dearly for the failure.   -œIf we wish to keep the
hide on our backsides, youngster, we had best begin working on this meal
today. -

    -œ6 - looked at me and asked,  -œDon -(TM)t we have two meals today to
prepare and serve?  How can we prepare for tomorrow as well? -

    -œEasily, as the Commander has told us his proposed menu but save for
the game hen and tuna has left the rest up to me, and to you of course. 
So, the veggies and herbs we use today, we toss into the stock pot and
simmer overnight for our soup base.  Run down to the sailboat.  In the
freezer below deck, Chief had the head and tail of the skipjack we caught
on the cruise here.  We add those to the veggies and herbs and we have a
fish stock for seafood chowder, tomorrow you will need to have Karalla show
you where to buy or get a Caribbean lobster, shrimp and mussels.  Those we
add to the stock at the last minute with a hint of garlic and fresh
oregano. - The girl was smart, she jotted notes as I spoke, and then
asked, - If we start the fish stock now, can we add the veggies and herbs
later?  Or do you wish the veggies to cook down to a pulpy mass before we
strain the stock for the soup? -

    -œWe need to clarify twice.  First, to rid the seeds and stringy skins
of the veggies and second to assure no small fish bones stay behind from
the skipjack.  The mussels shrimp and lobster are added last after we boil
shell and devein them.  That stock will be strained and added to the soup
pot.  Now, the yellowfin, I think pan seared and on the bed of shredded
salad greens as a single offering.

    -œLemon sorbet, served between the fish and fowl to cleanse the pallet,
then the game hens roasted, with a dressing and long grain rice mixed with
carrots and peas.  Key lime tarts for dessert and we are done. - I
concluded.

   Tomatoes, curly leaf lettuce and cucumber grew abundantly on the
two-acre plot of garden Karalla and her daughters kept.  The flock of
chickens they kept provided all the natural fertilizer needed in the
volcanic soil of the island.  Occasionally a dead fish or kelp cast up on
the tide was added to the compost heap, but the veggies grew with the right
sunlight, temperature and rainfall.  The girls, Tama and Tara never left
the island.  Educated by shortwave radio and later by computer, both were
well read and able to hold conversations on many topics.

   One topic was sex.  Each was the other -(TM)s only lover.  While their
mother occasionally spent the night in the great house neither girl had
been invited.   -œ6 - knew the girls when all were younger and her mother
and brother visited and stayed on the island while the Commander and the
Chief were away on sea duty.  The girls had advance warning not to mention
the name  -œ6 - used in her other life.  They asked her about her
experience with men off the island and  -œ6 - told her story.

    -œI was fifteen.  Mom and my brother were dead sixteen or seventeen
months and my aunt was at work.  I had to stay with her while the Chief was
at sea, again, but mostly I was alone.  She worked shift work and the house
was empty.  I hated the school I went to, it geared to the average kid.  If
you were too bright or too slow to catch on the teachers did not care.  So
many of us were bored and found ways to ditch and places to hang out.  My
cousin Elsa was as bored as I.When my aunt was working her place became the
rally point for about six of us.  There were four guys, my cousin Elsa and
me.

    -œWe started out just playing computer games or watching TV.  That got
old quick, so one of the guys said we should play cards.  My aunt had cards
and chips and we played poker for a few days for chips.  Then we switched
to playing for money.

    -œElsa and I were allowance kids.  Ten bucks a week pocket money.  The
guys mowed lawns and shoveled snow and stuff and made a lot more money than
we did.  The guys came up with the  -~solution -(TM) if we girls had a run
of bad luck we could  -~buy -(TM) chips from the house with an article of
clothing.  Shoes, shirts, jeans all had chip value.  Once we bought the
chips we could not reclaim the clothing until we finished playing.  The
guys could do the same, but they almost never did.

    -œWe had never gone further than our bras and panties, the guys used
the con that they saw the same if we were in our bikinis and dumb us bought
it, until one afternoon I had a hand that would win me the  -~all in -(TM)
pot and nothing to wager.  The guys told me if I stripped my raise and call
would be covered.  So I unhooked my bra, pulled down my panties and as the
hand played out my aunt walked in early from work.  There was Elsa in her
bra and panties, me totally naked and four guys with shit eating grins on
their faces.  My aunt chased the guys out, cornered Elsa and told her to
strip and once Elsa was naked she strapped us both.

    -œWeirdest thing happened though, the harder she beat me the hornier I
got.  Elsa told me later she was aroused watching me trying to hide my
orgasms from my aunt as the strap kept belting my back til red turned black
and blue.  Elsa and I went sixty-nine on each other that night.  Every time
we caressed each others bruised backside one of us would come and come
hard.

    -œI learned two lessons from that.  First lesson is pain is my sex
trigger.  Second lesson is I like sex with girls as much as with boys. - 
-œ6 - finished speaking and Tama and Tara must be sitting in a draft as
both sets of perky nipples are hard as rocks on the twins -(TM) firm
breasts.

   The twins are only a year or so younger than I.  They looked at me and
without asking I knew it was my turn.   -œMy parents are extremely liberal.
From the youngest age I can remember both of them were nude in the house
and in our well fences in yard.  My sister, brother and I went to school
and came home knowing that in the mudroom of the house, between the garage
and the family room, we could strip off our school clothes and spend our
free time nude.  That lasted until middle school and puberty.

    -œMiddle school began organized sports and I loved to swim.  On
vacation and in our pool in our yard we never used swimsuits, even these
thong suits would leave tan lines and my parents believed children needed
total exposure for maximum vitamin D from sunlight.  Our swim team in
middle school had both boys and girls.  I exited the locker room with a
towel slung across my shoulder and nothing else the first day of practice.

    -œOur couch, a female physical education teacher, and her assistant our
male English teacher both gasped.  The boys all wearing brief style Speedos
and already excited seeing the girls in their tight one piece suits went
wide eyed and most of them popped erections they could not hide as they
extended above the waist band of the swim brief.

    -œWow, she doesn -(TM)t even have tan lines, - one of them blurted out
in his not quite changed voice; followed by, What the hell do you think you
are doing, young lady, where is your swimsuit, - from the angry voice of
the male couch.

    -œI wasn -(TM)t embarrassed, after all swimming nude in mixed company
is my life style, I replied,  -œtrying out for the swim team couch, and I
never wear a swimsuit. - Parental conferences, counseling, Family Services
supervision and all manner of lifestyle changes at home followed.  From
free-spirited our home became oppressively puritanical by rule of law.

    -œMy freedom was restored in college, when I roomed with my sailing
teammates.  Nudity was once again casual and accepted and sex happened
every and any where in the house we shared.  My mother had a version of sex
education for my sister and me; it was  -œSex with men is for having
babies. Sex with women is for having fun. - She did not believe in birth
control and our family was the size it was only due to a medical condition
preventing her from pregnancy following the birth of my brother, the
youngest of us.  She and my dad were bunnies and never stopped doing what
they were just because the three of us happened by.

    -œSo my college lovers were all girls and Mary and Sue, my after
college roommates and former teammates, continue to be my sex and life
couches and partners.  They were very happy to spend a week  -œtraining
-(TM) me for this job. - I finished and giggled.

   Tama said,  -œWe too take our pleasure with each other.  It is that way
as Commander never brings men our age to the island to work or live.  Those
who visit sometimes use our mother, but as yet, no man has known us
sexually. - Here sister added,  -œWe wish to mate and have children. 
Mother says life without a man is hollow but life without children is
empty. We also feel that way.  We may seek release from our contract, soon,
to go into the world to find mates. -

   Early the next morning, mainsail torn and a scrape from amidships to
stern cleat on her port side, CHANG HAO limped into our lagoon and anchored
just off of our dock.   -œOur company is here, -  -œ1 - and  -œ5 -
announced as they grabbed a quick cup of coffee before the business
meetings of the day began.   -œ1 - told us that tropical storm Harvey was
just below hurricane strength and all small craft were ordered to safe
harbor until the storm passed by.

    -œ6 - and I remained in the kitchen as Karalla and the girls served
the courses of the dinner that evening.  Whispering to us that we were best
off in the kitchen, Tama added,  -œYour four companions are going through
the paces out there between courses, I believe Tara and I will have to join
in soon. -

   When the girls did not return following the desert service, I guessed
they were correct.   -œ6 - and I left the kitchen with coffee to find the
other girls bent at the waist, hands on the dining room table, being taken
by a man in his early sixties, three others in their thirties and two boys
in their late teens.

   The Commander called me to his side and instructed I put the coffee pot
down and bend over the table.  Rough and with no foreplay I felt an
erection penetrate my sex.  The rapid thrusting told me for whom the
pleasure was in this act.  I tightened my vaginal muscles and met him
thrust for thrust until I felt his warm load of ejaculate fill me.   -œ6 -
was cleaning up after each male withdrew from his partner.  On her knees 
-œ6 - went from man to man polishing the now limp manhood of each clean
with her lips and tongue.  I was happy to notice the Chief was nowhere to
be seen.  I found out later he had Karalla quite busy elsewhere.

    -œ2 - Mr.  Lee and his sons would like you to accompany me to the
CHANG HAO tomorrow evening for dinner.  The wish to thank you for the
splendid meal you prepared and served this evening. - The Commander told
me.  I graciously thanked the man for the honor.

    -œAs my guest please dress for dinner and expect to be waited upon. -
Mr.  Lee replied.

   ADVENTURES OF A PART TIME SUGAR BABY PART 4 By Chessman

   My Dinner Afloat

   The main cast: The Commander- retired US Navy officer, wealthy owner of
the yacht and island The Chief- The Commander -(TM)s assistant The Red
Heads:

   #1-[white] former USAF navigator and meteorologist #2-[green] champion
sailboat racer, trained chef and story narrator #3-[blue] maritime engine
mechanic #4- [yellow] able-bodied seaman/deckhand #5- [orange]
accountant/stock broker #6-[black] teen-age screw up trainee Karalla-
resident house/groundskeeper Tama and Tara- Karalla -(TM)s
nineteen-year-old daughters

   I found dinner aboard the CHANG HAO actually postponed for three
evenings.  The Commander and  -œ5 - left the island by helicopter early
the morning following his dinner party.  When he returned, two days later,
-œ5 - was not with him.

   The only newspaper that came into the estate was in the Commander -(TM)s
luggage.  The front page of that paper showing a photo of  -œ5 -
surrounded by US federal agents and a headline  -œMaterial Witness in Wall
Street Stock Fraud Located. - The Commander explained  -œ5 - [Melinda
Costello] took his job offer in lieu of federal witness protection.  The
trial, not scheduled for a court date when she left, moved up the calendar
so that a federal prosecutor wishing to run for office would have a major
case win this year.

   It made me wonder about the other girls, if they might also be keeping
secrets from the group.  Knowing  -œ6 - was a child of one of the
principle players in this game and now this.  But, next evening I wore my
heels and emerald green dress to the dinner party aboard  -~Chang Hao -(TM)
where the Commander and I wined and dined the evening away.

   In the Chinese tradition of family name first, Mr.  Lee was Lee Fei. 
Fei chang hao in Chinese means very good.  The yacht was so named when Mr.
Lee first saw it and uttered the phrase in his native tongue.

   Tongues and palates soon became involved in the sampling of wines and
the tasting of several Pacific Rim delicacies prepared by the skilled hands
of Lee Qua Nah, Lee Fei -(TM)s wife and the mother of the young men now
seated around the table and formerly our guests several evenings before. 
The wine or the food may have caused me to drowse prior to the dessert
course.  All I can remember is slowly regaining wakefulness and hearing
voices spoken in different language than my ear was used to hearing.  Also,
I felt lips and fingers putting pressure on my ankles, knees elbows and
wrists.  I was spread eagle on a deck lounger, my delights sampled by the
host, hostess and Lee offspring.

   Funny I should mention native tongues, as at the moment I regain my
senses I realize that I am stark naked once again and strapped to a very
odd reclining chair with Mr.  Lee and his sons all using their native
tongues on my body causing sweet very sweet orgasmic delight to pulse
through me over and over again.  Dinner had been grand.  I was dessert. 
Six oriental gentlemen took turns penetrating me anal and vaginal several
times each.  I was screaming my pleasure loudly.  No one could hear me as
my face straddled by Mrs.  Lee, with her sex covering my mouth, was quite
muffled.  Her juices drenched my face as she orgasmed at least once for
each time I climaxed.The men played with my body for several hours bringing
me to orgasm several times more before I passed out once again.

   Just as dawn broke, the Commander took his leave and me with it.  My
dress and shoes had disappeared.  That did not matter, I bent over the
gunwale of the lighter carrying us back to the island with the Commander
taking his pleasure of me for the first and only time of the night.  My
grasp of my reality was that the Commander found his stimulation and sexual
excitement in seeing me and the other girls used by others for their
pleasure.  Only then did he take his comfort and release with a woman. 
Twice that woman has been me.

   Sore and achy from over use, I gave  -~6 - instructions for the meal
menus for the day and retired to our room.

   At four in the afternoon, I woke showered and went to the kitchen, not
bothering with so much as the thong bottom.  My swollen vulva was too
sensitive for even the slightest amount of clothing.  My clitoris was still
engorged and as large as the first joint of my thumb.  My rear hole was so
sore I feared having to move my bowels and my jaw ached from pleasuring my
hostess all evening.

   I looked for  -œ6 - in the kitchen and found neither her nor any food
being prepared for the evening meal.  Fearing we both faced punishment for
this lapse, I went in search of my apprentice.

   On the grounds between the great house and the smaller dwelling used by
Karalla and the girls, a pit dug recently had coals glowing in it.  Above,
turning on a spit worked by Tama and Tara was a slowly roasting goat. 
Charred cocoanut leaves around the pit suggested vegetables roasting
inside.  -œ6 - was not in sight.

   When I asked, the twins directed me to go to the lagoon and I would find
 -œ6 - there.  I arrived in time to see the sails unfurl on CHANG HAO as
she sailed out of the lagoon.  My four remaining companions were all there.
The second yacht, BEI arrived while I was asleep.  The guests aboard gifted
with garlands of native flowers from the island and kisses from the four
redheads were ushered ashore by the Commander.  The group passed by, taking
the path up the hill leading not to the house but to the site of the goat
roast.

   The Commander paused by me long enough to say,  -œStay in the house and
prepare a dessert to be served after the outdoor meal.  Perhaps a rum
trifle would be nice served in the parfait glasses in the dining room
breakfront.  I -(TM)ll send  -œ6 - along when appropriate.  Thank you
again for last night.  The Lee family left very content and ready to do
business, - he took my wrist, kissed it, and left with the others.  I
almost came, that was how sensuous the kiss felt.

   Before going back to the kitchen, I walked the pier to gaze on BEI.  One
hundred fifteen feet long, modeled after a Coast Guard cutter in hull
design and sleek in her gull white paint job she is everything a sea going
motor yacht should be and more.  The name means  -~North -(TM) in Chinese
but the owners looked European.  I said as much to a crewmember, a Nordic
looking blond clad in a bikini top and short shorts in a khaki that almost
matched her tan skin.  My bare body must still look a sight with bite marks
bruising breasts stomach and vulva.  I am certain similar marks cover my
shoulders back and ass but I have not seen those.  Her eyes scanned me up
and down and then she answered my question.   -œBeckman Enterprises
International, lover, the Beckman family holding company.  BEI is just the
first letters of the company.  Everyone thinks it is Chinese though and the
family does nothing to correct those that do.  Hey, are you being punished?
You look a right mess of black and blue and purple. -

    -œNope, I just come off of a long night with a group of very active
horny gentlemen and one voracious female sexy senior citizen. - I replied
as I turned to go back up the hill, then I added,  -œMostly pleasure, very
little pain. - The last acknowledging the bruising was from hickies and
sucking not from a caning.

    -œWow, lover, I wish for one night like that on this cruise.  The
Beckman group brought two female crew as a show of non-gender bias;
however, I can walk around all day dressed as you are and attract not one
bit of male attention.  They all play for the other team.  Miranda and I
haven -(TM)t been laid since we sailed from Liverpool. - She sounded as if
she was genuinely upset with the way events had played out in her
employment contract.

   The two women, Miranda and Karen, accepted my offer of coffee and a late
lunch and waked up the hill to the house with me.  On the way, we exchanged
information as to our employers and employment.  The pair told me that
their jobs were as housekeeping staff for the staterooms and public areas
of the large yacht.  The yacht carried a crew of fifteen.  They were the
only two females.  Nine Beckman family and executives were guests and the
crew, excluding the six crew bridge and engineering, staff were gay.  The
captain or one of the two helmsmen/navigators was on the bridge round the
clock.  An engineer was similarly on duty constantly while at sea.  Those
not sleeping were on call to assist in an emergency.  So the straight men
were occupied with work or too tired to care that two nubile nearly naked
women strutted among them.   -œWe tried helping each other out, lover, but
we really are not into that, - Karen told me.  Miranda added,  -œThere is
only so much fun one can get from a battery operated toy, as well. -

   I laughed and told them I could have used their help last night.  I
think I saw envy on both of their faces.   -œ6 - showed up in the kitchen
just as I served the two new friends cold roast beef sandwiches and
Jamaican coffee.  I prepared a parfait of key lime pie filling, ladyfingers
and a spiced rum sauce.   -œ6 - carefully spooned the dessert into the
glasses and set them into the refrigerator to set and chill.  The four
girls in the kitchen then set about licking the bowl and spoons giggling
like grade school kids while we did.

   It would be the last time we laughed for several weeks.

   ADVENTURES OF A PART TIME SUGAR BABY PART 5

   THE SEIGE

   We four, in the kitchen of the great house, heard the explosions or
rather felt them seconds after the yachts blew up in the harbor.  The house
shook crockery fell from kitchen shelves and Miranda slipped off the
kitchen stool she was on and fell to the floor.

   The men and women in the yard for the goat roast came rushing into the
house and the Chief punched a hidden button in the pantry wall.  The wall
rolled smoothly back on itself and revealed an armory of shoulder weapons,
plus handguns and three grenade launchers.

   The Commander, seeing me still nude, tossed me a surplus army shirt and
a pistol belt,  -œClimb into these and grab a sidearm and rifle, Karalla
will lead you to the caves. - The Chief similarly outfitted  -œ6 -,
Karen, and Miranda.   -œ6 - racked the slide on a military semi-automatic
pistol, dropped the magazine and seeing it was full pushed it back into the
weapon.

    -œYou know how to use one of these things? - She asked the three of us
as we geared up quickly.  My Dad was in law enforcement for years and had
me shooting his weapons by the age of eight.  I grabbed a nine-millimeter
and six spare magazines and spotted a Remington 870 shotgun with a sling. I
claimed it and a fifty round box of shells.  I dumped the shells and pistol
magazines into a small backpack.  As I was leaving out the back door, I saw
the sheathed bayonet.  I tucked that into my belt and was off with the rest
of the women following.  The rough cloth of the battle dress shirt rubbed
my tender nipples and ass with irritation I had not sensed in the years
following my giving up flannel nightgowns as winter sleepwear.  The bellows
pockets packed with energy bars and water bottles mad it welcome; their
weight caused the shirt to chafe even more.

   Karen and Miranda were not as familiar with firearms.  Each was carrying
a side arm, for last-ditch personal defense, and a pack of ammunition for
those of us shooters.

   Karalla led us along a path that had many outcroppings of rock or
vegetation to hide our route from prying eyes.  Now I realized why the
paths from the docks wound about as they did.  Karalla told us that a drug
cartel from Central America had tried to buy the island from the Commander
in the last year.  He had refused their demands to allow a base of
operations to distribute their product be established on the island.  Now
they have come to take that which they could not buy.

   Karalla carried a radio and it crackled with the voice of the Chief, 
-œIt looks like two assault teams of twelve men each.  They took out the
yachts, probably with C-4 or some other plastique explosive.  One team is
coming up from the pier toward the main house.  The other is circling
around the side between your party and the house.  If you can lay fire down
on that group we can catch them between us. -

   Karalla radioed back  -œOscar Mike, - indicating the plan was in
motion. We looked down on the house from out point of elevation behind the
rocky outcrop and could see the raiding party fanning out toward the house
with rifles raised.  Our pistols and shotgun were not in range; Tara and
Tama each carried an Israeli Galil rifle and Karalla pulled a shoulder held
rocket grenade launcher from a hidey-hole in the rocks.

   The first grenade went off to the left of the raiding party and three
men went down wounded.  Half of the party pivoted toward the new threat and
Tara and Tama made short work of three more as Karalla reloaded and aimed
for the remaining six.  Only two went down but steady automatic machine gun
fire from the house took the remaining four and left them writhing on the
open ground.

    -œToo easy, - Tama told her mother,  -œThese must be their scouts. 
The main invasion is on the windward side where we are vulnerable and
undefended.  So it must be, - she waved to her sister and the two black
goddesses were climbing toward the summit before we could pick up and
follow them.

    -œHide and hope for mercy, or come and fight, the choice is yours to
make, - Karalla told  -œ6 - and the other two girls and me.   -œ6 - and
I left no doubt we would fight.  Karen and Miranda were undecided.  
-œLook, if they catch you, they will rape you until you wish you were dead
and then take their time killing you by slow torture.  You come with us and
fight and maybe we win, but death by a bullet in combat is better to me
than the other option. -  -œ6 - acting like a soldier -(TM)s daughter
made up the minds of the other two.

    -œWe will go and do what we can, lovers don -(TM)t want to die either
way; but damned sure don -(TM)t want to die by being raped to death. -
Karen spoke for both girls.

   The Commander must have anticipated this fight was coming.  As I crested
the hill, I saw the brush and trees were gone one hundred meters down the
slope and several firing positions previously dug into the rocks facing
down the extinct volcanic cone toward the rocky windward side beaches.  I
also saw what must be two hundred mercenary types gathering on the beach
from small boats and what appeared to be a naval ship standing off in
deeper water.

    -œCommander, they come in force from the wind side of the island.  We
got five fighters and two maybes against two hundred, maybe two fifty and
they come on a big navy boat, - Karalla radioed to the main house.

    -œFeel free to let loose the wrath of the gods and then fall back to
the tunnels in the volcano, Karalla, - was the Commander -(TM)s crackled
reply.

    -œAye, sir, it be done when the time for doing is here. - She replied
cryptically.

   Tama came over to me and poured water from a canteen into the volcanic
dust.  She took this in her hands and smeared it through my hair and on my
face.   -œBit too obvious a target that flaming head of yours,: she told
me.  -œ6 - was getting similar treatment from Tara.   -œBlondie you best
muck up that head also, if you don -(TM)t want it slick with your brains,
- Tama yelled in the direction of Karen and Miranda.  Both took the hint
and dirtied themselves up.

    -œWhere are  -œ1 - and  -œ3 -, I asked to no one in particular.  My
answer came over the radio,  -œCommander, I have a six man team coming at
the power farm. - The voice of  -œ1 - told our boss.

    -œCan you hold and get the SOS out? - The Commander asked.

    -œSir,  -œ3 - and  -œ4 - are in position.  If they go down I know
what to do here, - came the reply from  -œ1 -.

    -œ1 - crackled back on the air a few minutes later,  -œCommander, USCG
REPORTS A HELO EQUIPED CUTTER IS ON THE WAY.  They have a drug interdiction
squad aboard the helo.  ETO is two-five minutes I say again twenty-five
minutes from now.  The bad guys have reinforcements, we need to bug out of
here and head for the rocks. -

    -œ6 - laughed a funny laugh,  -œWhen death is seconds away, help is
only minutes away. -

    -œAt least now we know how long we have to hold out until some help
arrives, - Karen muttered.

    -œÃ squad is no more than fifteen men and women.  The helicopter
carrying them is not a gunship with rockets and machine guns; it is a 
-~slick -(TM) an unarmed personnel carrier.  These drug gangsters are
military equipped and I would expect that they have anti-aircraft
capability.  I -(TM)m afraid those people are on a suicide mission, -  -œ6
- responded.

    -œAgreed, - I replied.   -œThe cutter is hours away at best speed.  If
they lose the helicopter, they will be ordered to stand off and await
reinforcements.  Hours could become days and we have finite resources here.
If they lay siege to us rather than staging a full on attack all they need
to do is wait until thirst hunger or lack of ammunition force us to
surrender, - I added with all sincerity.

   Karalla smiled,  -œFood and water we have plenty.  If we be smarter than
they are we can outlast them.  If they are all that are coming we may
survive victorious. - Karalla noted, and then she said,  -œWe shall not
fight here.  Here men shall die as we disappear to the tunnels. -

   The men climbing up the hill were not expecting resistance.  We watched
them casually walk with their weapons slung on shoulders or in holsters and
stop for water and a breather when the slope steepened just beneath our
position.

   Karalla waited, patiently, holding a deck of cards sized plastic box
with a series of colored push buttons.  She gave orders for the four of us
armed with long barreled weapons not to fire until she did her work.

   The first of the men passed into the clear area above the tree line. 
They slowed, looking at the ground closely.  Deciding what was there was
only the normal rocky debris of a volcanic cone, they waved the others
forward and continued on themselves.  This was what Karalla awaited.  The
last stragglers entered her kill zone as she pressed the first buttons. 
Claymore mines sent marble sized balls of hardened steel and needle like
shrapnel into the left and right flanks of the approaching men.  As
expected, the survivors froze in place and dropped for cover.  Karalla
flicked two more buttons and the ground disappeared with explosion and
fire. Tama whispered in my ear,  -œPlastic explosive wired to fifty-five
gallon drums of gasoline and fertilizer.  Now we fire at the survivors. -

   Three rifles and two shotguns opened fire as men rose to either scramble
up the hillside toward us or run back down again out of the kill zone. 
Karalla touched two more buttons and claymores wired to the trees exploded
there rain of death on the retreating men.  As we moved toward the tunnels
Karalla hit one final button, the wall of rock behind which we had fought,
shook and began to slide down the hill on the last men advancing toward us.

   The tunnel mouth was designed with great care.  When the last of us,
Karalla, entered she pulled a lever and a tumble of rock completely blocked
off the entry.  Untrained eyes would see another rockslide caused by the
explosives below.  In case the enemy became curious enough to dig, a block
of explosive with a trip wire sat immediately behind the slide.  That would
bring more of the rock from the tunnel down on the visitors.

   We continued through the tunnel to the lee side of the volcanic cone. 
Our second team of women,  -œ1 -,  -œ3 - and  -œ4 - climbing a path
winding through rock outcrops providing them cover climbed to meet us.  
-œ1 - would tell us later that the six-man squad was an advance party for
twenty more enemy fighters.  The girls set the charges in the wind farm and
communications shack, much as Karalla used on the windward side.  The
delayed fuses on the charges blew as the girls began their climb
distracting their pursuers long enough for the three women to make it to
cover.

   A field three hundred meters of open ground long separated the estate
house and out buildings from the start of the volcanic slope.  A running
gunfight among dots that were men shooting and dying happened in our
eyesight.  We in the tunnel mouth could not tell which ones were our men
and which were theirs.

    -œETA of that helicopter is now seven minutes out, -  -œ1 - gulped
air and looked at her watch as she crested the lip of the cave mouth
marking this end of the tunnel through the volcano.  Two bodies went down
in the party trying for the rocks below us.  I counted eleven in that
group, now only nine continued the run.

    -œ4 - put eyes on the group with high power binoculars, the only pair
our group possessed.   -œThey look like the guys off of your yacht.  I
recognize your skipper and one of his engineers from the goat roast, - she
called over to Miranda.  Miranda picked up the glasses and confirmed the
nine men approaching were either crew from BEI or passengers from the
yacht. We prepared to provide covering fire for them, as the hostiles
bullets began to ping off the rocks below us.

   The assault team chasing the men failed to check the bodies as they
rushed passed.  Squad automatic weapons fired at the enemy backs when they
were twenty meters closer to the rocks.  The pair continued firing as they
rushed toward us and once past the bodies of the enemy began the climb to
join us.  The Commander and the Chief had pulled off an old combat trick
that still worked.

   The estate house blew up in a ball of flames smoke and debris less than
a minute after the two naval retirees reached our level on the rocks.  
-œDamn, Commander, guess we -(TM)ll never get to taste the dessert you had
me throw together, - I said flatly.  He turned and smiled,  -œHumor in
these situations is always welcomed  -œ2 -.  As is the sight of all of you
safe and present here. -

   The USCG helicopter made a circling pass over the island, at an altitude
that denied the men on the ground a target with their weapons.  The radio
message that our situation was noted and passed on to district command
headquarters and seventeen small dots appeared overhead moments later as
the helicopter zoomed toward the horizon.  Precision jumpers waited until
the last second to open their canopies and become targets for the men
below. All landed in the rocks near our position and fought their way to
us. The Commander, and a Lieutenant Perry shook hands and slapped shoulders
as we all retreated into the cave mouth.

   The arrival of the DEA Coast Guard ICE joint strike team seemed the
turning point in the attack.  The men still on the island from the invading
force began to retreat to the shoreline and their small boats.  Lt.  Perry
smiled,  -œWe have a small surprise for that rogue naval vessel.  We are
letting it go.  There is a Los Angeles class US Navy submarine stalking it
and we hope to follow it back to its main base from here.  If we can do
that, we can clean up a huge extortion, human trafficking and drug cartel.
You folks were just the bait we needed to spring this trap.  Sorry about
the boats and estate, Commander, you know your uncle will be happy to
rebuild the place for you. -

    -œMy uncle has very deep pockets.  All we will require from you is
transport as ours lies on my harbor floor just now. - The Commander
replied.

   By the dawn of the next morning, the cutter arrived and our group of
refuges was aboard.  I soon found myself clad in an enlisted female
coastguard petty officer -(TM)s spare uniform.  It had been months since I
wore underwear, pants socks and boots.  I was not sure if I enjoyed the
feel of clothing on my body at all.  I remarked as much to the Commander
who smiled a knowing smile.

    -œ1 - and  -œ3 - and  -œ4 - were taken aside by the Commander.  With
the estate and yacht destroyed, their roles in the six-month contract were
at an end.  They received full pay plus a fifteen percent hazard pay bonus,
a travel wardrobe and fare home.  The girls departed with the crew and
passengers from BEI when the cutter that  -~rescued -(TM) us docked in St.
Thomas.

   Only  -œ6 - and I were left of the original group.  I already knew the
name of the commander.  The Chief, I learned in conversation between the
men and the coast guard crew was Edwin McGuire.  His teen-age daughter, 
-œ6 - is Agnes Mary McGuire.  The Commander also released her from her
contract.  He arranged a scholarship for her at the Maritime Academy of
Sciences and Technologies, where she will attend beginning mid-August. 
Until then she and her father are reconciling as a family.

   As for me, the Commander has a new adventure for his  -œ2 -.  He has
arranged for me to finish my work on my Masters degree in English
Literature at the prestigious Philadelphia Fashion Institute of Technology
also known as P-FIT.  Oh, yes and there is one other thing.

    -œGwen, I know that you are submissive by nature.  You know that I am
both dominant and manipulative of you in situations of public nudity and
sexual activity.  I am seeking a life partner to control and care for
completely.  Your contract would be for life and require several changes to
your body and your circle of friends.  If you agree and accept this token,
- he held a silver circle that looked like a necklace with a small
medallion dangling from it,  -œThen read the inscription and remove your
clothing.  Then kneel in front of me in position. -

   The medallion read,  -Property of Mark Chessman, - Only dressed in a
knee length skirt and a blouse, selected for ease of getting through
airline security.  I looked around the first class seating on the airplane
and slipped out of both.  I knelt at the feet of my new husband/master and
he collared me with my first collar.  I stayed at his feet until the flight
attendant insisted I sit in a seat and strap in for landing.

   Maybe next time I -(TM)ll tell you how embarrassed and excited I was
going through customs and the international arrivals section of the airport
collared and nude.  One last thing, did I mention that P-FIT is a clothing
optional university?