It's always fun to hear from friends and stay in touch, especially if they take me up on my offer to stay a night with us here at the Milk Weed Ranch. It's a 700+ acre "dude ranch" and retreat. There are a few streams, a big lake, mountains in the background, horse trails, livestock, vegetable, herb and flower gardens, a buffet style dining hall, a chapel and reflection center, and of course our little watering hole where I am the "Saloon Gurl". I'm kinda like Miss Kitty on Gunsmoke. I enjoy sharing our special version of first class hospitality. At age 53, I have collected an eclectic array of friends, from all walks of life. I celebrate this diversity. Our guests usually visit us for a serine get-a-way. Chances to relax, regroup, refresh and be pampered abound. We play host to singles, couples, families, swingers, clergy, nature buffs, city slickers, etc. Some come to the spa (where I spend most my off time), other's ride the horses, hike, fish, meditate in the gardens or chapel. Some come for spiritual learning; enjoy helping in the gardens or even cooking with us. There's something here for everyone. It's funny. Most everyone who wants to get to know me asks the same questions: How'd you end up doing this and just what do you do? I'm happy to share.
I play a merry, matronly saloon madam role kinda like in old westerns. Yes, I flirt, laugh, entertain and even offer a kind ear or advice if asked. It's no secret that I'm transgender and that's a big part of my allure. I manage the saloon, clean it after hours, set up the dining hall for breakfast, and most importantly maintain the morale of my peers on the resident management team here. It's fun work. The polyamorous aspect of the relationship I have with the team is complex and fulfilling. Some may consider a lot of this immoral or even illegal. What follows will be considered rationalization by some; but, I hope most of you will be amused if not aroused by my lifestyle and perhaps even help me see the way into my future.
The owners of the Milkweed Ranch are like Charlie on Charlie's Angels. None of the staff know them except me and the Chef. They do visit on occasion posing as guests. I met them for the first time at my home in Indianapolis. They had heard about me through the grapevine, so to speak, and approached me with this opportunity. They were looking at me primarily because of my past escorting experience. I had a reputation among my clients who all knew each other. All felt equally loved and that love spread between all of us. No jealousy or childish stuff. It's just sincere care and sexual pleasure. I expressed interest and was given a chance to visit and tour the place as a guest for two nights.
The timing for this opportunity was great. My life partner, Tasha, and I were living happily together in a small apartment. We are both T-Gurls and we escorted as a team. Our's is a nitch market for sure, but our clients like our service and it pays the bills. We were recently busted by vice police based on a neighbor's complaint. (Jeez). I was offered a diversion deal where I basically can't get into any more trouble for a year. Poor Tasha had some priors (possession, dui) and was sentenced to a year in jail. A tough blow, but we will survive. In the short term, I was about to run out of money and was laying low on the escort scene. The owners of the Milkweed Ranch were going to do a complete background and medical check on me so I declared these unfortunate items up front.
The owners called me the day before my first trip to the ranch to let me know my medical and background check came through with flying colors. A private lab did my blood work in a few hours and a private eye firm did the extensive background check. They told me they were impressed: graduated high school in 3 years with a 3.625 GPA, exchange student in Germany for a year, IU Sociology, Culinary School Grad., 25 years hotel management, executive secretary for a large bank for 6 years. One does not usually expect a resume like mine from a tranny gurl escort. Tee Hee.
I flew out to the ranch the next day. I was introduced as a candidate for the Saloon Manager position and was offered a tour and full enjoyment of the facilities. Each of the resident department managers I met openly expressed excitement about my credentials as a hospitality professional and especially my being transgender. This was refreshing. I don't think they knew that I was aware of my potential role as a polyamorous member of the team. I was very keen to who was scoping me and how, as I was scoping them right back. I spent some time hiking the grounds, loved working in the veggie gardens for a half day, and worked close with the Chef (Daddy) to help create the dinner buffet for everyone on my last night. Unbeknownst to the staff, the owners were among the guests during my visit and were candidly observing. They met me at the airport and we flew back to Indianapolis together. We exchanged notes and observations. It was a long flight and I was given a brief description of my new peers.
There are 8 managers housed in 4 shared suites. Each suite has two private bedrooms and baths, a shared kitchenette, a small living room, and a storage shed/garage. The suites connect to a larger shared living space with an entertainment center, dining area, and our offices. It's very cozy and very conducive to running the ranch. The managers all work various and long hours but we usually all get together for a bit every Sunday afternoon to watch football, BBQ, hike or just something non-business related to keep the team bonded. I fell in love with the group immediately and the owners sensed this.
My suite-mate, Seth, is the rooms department manager. He's in charge of the front desk, bell staff, concierge staff and housekeeping. He's a dapper fellow in his forties, very well groomed and charming to a T. He's gay, not involved with anyone, yet will often take a day off from the ranch to attend various civic activities in town (a do gooder) and hook up with his gay friends privately. He plays with Daddy and Fletcher on occasion, hangs with the lesbians like they are his "fag hags" and will mostly have no sexual interest in me. He remarked in his interview notes that he welcomes me as a suite-mate and hopes that I will accompany him as his "girlfriend" at various social/fund raising events in town. He's certainly out-able, but closeted to the world outside the ranch.
I like Seth and acting as his companion girlfriend on the outside sounded fun. Most of my hospitality career was in the rooms area so that helped. I inquired about the former saloon manager and the reason for the job opening. She had left the ranch a month ago. She was also a t-gurl, younger at age 29, and she felt things were getting just a little intense sexually and wanted out. She was attracted to Seth who wants nothing to do with a trannny sexually. She didn't like the lesbians and they didn't like her. Daddy grossed her out yet she pleased him. Fletcher adored her and she loved his talents. She and Cone got along great. Jim fell in love with her but she didn't have the patience for his romantic ways. She and B&B played regularly. I was told that she was going to work with me for my first two nights and then fly back to her new home in the Bay Area. Lucky Gurl!
Jim is the gardener and is a rather quiet guy. He prefers organic and his veggies, herbs, flowers and grounds are fantastic. He's created a spiritual place and the plants thrive in his presence. It's as if they glow. He finds me alluring. That's all he noted. His suite mate is Conan (Cone for short) and is in charge of the livestock and trails on the grounds. He's a rugged gentleman rancher type. I was told he sports an 8" cone shaped cock which is pretty hefty at the base. He's horny most all the time and Fletcher often excuses himself from the suite when he masturbates - noisily. He noted that I looked like a great filly for the job. I'm intrigued.
Bruce and Bob (B&B) could be twins. They are young (30's), very educated, and driven men and in a gay, yet open relationship together. Yes, they like to play together with others. Bruce manages the dining hall and Bob is our accountant. The buffet line is the best you've ever seen (period). He's created a very cozy environment which somehow makes you feel so alive and healthy. The ranch turns a healthy profit and that's all you need to know. Bob provides us with statistics and tools which help us all work smarter and constantly improve for the good of everyone - guests, staff, ownership, and we resident managers. He's our real leader. They are what gays call "versatile" and have 10" long thin (magic marker size) dicks. They would both penetrate Lisa while making love (kissing) to each other as they climaxed. She was their third wheel kinda and they enjoyed each other sexually. They actually asked me if I had ever fantasized about two at once and I blushed. We all laughed and they noted this exchange on both of their interview sheets. I look forward to our relationship.
Jack and Jill (really their names) are the most outspoken of the group and I had a great time meeting them. Jack is in charge of all maintenance on the property. She is a plumber, electrician, has a master's degree in Engineering, and is a talented craftsperson. She is artistic and is a big Frank Lloyd Wright fan. Her touch shows throughout the ranch's theme both interior and exterior as she has created her own rustic, arts & crafts period, mission style. Form & Function, elegance and simplicity punctuate her artistic impression. She is amazingly talented. She is a man hater and very protective of her lover, Jill. My predecessor didn't really like her penchant for light cock and ball torture. Jill is our salon manager and a licensed esthetician. She is also quite spiritual and works closely with our chaplain on the ranch. She is a lovely, young (29) lip stick lesbian. She told me that she will be my holistic guide. She loves to flirt with men and this was a game she played along with Jack to torment my predecessor. Jill makes everyone feel relaxed and good about themselves. I may play the matron role here now, but she is our true mommy figure.
Fletcher and Daddy share the largest of the Suites as they have a man cave thing going on. Fletcher is in charge of the grounds crew, preventive maintenance, security, the electric plant, water plant, recycling, pest control, and the kitchen stewards. A tough job. The place seems to be a well-oiled machine thanks to his leadership. I wasn't told anything more about fletcher than that he was kinky and loved to eat ass. Chef is nicknamed Daddy as he's a big burly bear of a man. Certainly jovial by nature and he told me he enjoys nurturing the bodies and souls of the people for whom he lovingly prepares food. He keeps it simple and oh so flavorful. His style is healthy and he prefers buffet style to encourage people to try new things and in smaller sample sizes. The buffet is open 24/7 as our guests and staff keep varying hours. Food is a core element of life here and the Chef seems to be a constant presence even when bringing chow to the trails, in the garden harvesting, and visiting with guests to get feedback. He loves t-gurls and really liked my predecessor, but she thought he was gross. He likes to kiss and evidently he cums big. When I met him, my eyes obviously lit up. He asked if I liked what I saw and I just said "meow". He kissed my hand and wished me luck in the hiring process.
I was offered the position. It was only for the tourist season but by mid-winter, my dear Tasha will be out of jail. Evidently my acceptance was expected because I was told to expect movers, painters and cleaners at my apartment when I got home. I carefully chose a few things to take along. My new clothing (uniforms), underwear, toiletries, make-up, perfume, was all to be provided. Tasha's belonging were put into storage. Just a few books, pictures and basic cloths and toiletries were packed for me and the rest taken away to be donated or sold. My apartment was cleaned and painted, my lease paid off and I was in a nice hotel room by supper time. Room service brought me some sandwiches, ice, Fanta, and a big bottle of vodka. I stayed up most the night pondering my future. I was flown to the ranch the next morning and was expected to report to Jill in the Salon at 9PM for dinner, treatment, and outfitting. I took a nap.
I enjoyed a light healthy chef's salad with Jill and her assistant. I was bathed, shaved, exfoliated, and lotioned up. My hair was trimmed, brows shaped, and make-up done. My perfume was chosen (Windsong) and then came my uniform du jour: White, lace ruffle toped thigh highs, t-strap Maryjane's with a medium heel, white frilly rumba panties, a custom white boned corset laced with a silken ribbon, a bolero jacket in red, and topped off by a long pleated skirt with cute petticoats. It was black, but red in between the pleats. It was a sweet, young, formal yet a fun gothic/western/saloon look. I liked it.
I helped clean and close the salon and we got to my saloon by mid-night for my debut. My Oh my, I was greeted like a lady and introductions were made to various supervisors and staff. We had fun for a few hours. Most memorable was when I climbed up a step ladder to put up a new welcome sign with my name listed as "Proprietress" and Fletcher nosed under my skirt and nipped my ass. Everyone laughed, especially Fletcher as I playfully swatted him. At 2am, things broke up and my predecessor, Lisa, joined me to show me the ropes. We spent two nights together learning quickly and establishing my little flares especially in how we set up the breakfast buffet for the early AM culinary team. My primary functions were to clean and sanitize the saloon, attend to any maintenance issues, handle all administrative chores (payroll, inventory, entertainment calendar, schedules, etc.), set the breakfast buffet, accept the bakery and dairy order, and watch the lobby, dining hall and saloon areas until the 5am shift took over. I was allowed to eat off the 24 hour buffet and drink whatever I liked all morning long.....and I did.
My first shift alone started at midnight. It was a slow late night, few guests at the ranch, and I had everything done by 1:30am. I curled up in front of the fireplace with ice, vodka, Fanta and smokes. I planned to enjoy myself as I awaited the bakery and dairy deliveries.
The Saloon is locked down between 3am and 4am so that I can take care of deliveries and set fresh pastries out for breakfast. The delivery drivers were having a good day and got here early. We had only a few guests, so the buffet was easy. I locked myself in the saloon, and proceeded to get comfortably numb in an overstuffed chair in front of the warm fireplace. Around 3am I heard the door unlock and Jim walked in with a small duffle. He didn't see me as he proceeded to the bar and opened a hidden panel underneath. He pulled out a fairly solid looking (not inflatable) life size female mannequin. She wore a kind of black party mask on her pretty face and wore a short light blue dress with frilly blue panties under. Black patent pumps over light blue thigh highs. He sat her on a bar stool and poured drinks. BIZARRE! He spoke softly with her as he enjoyed a few drinks and smokes. He eventually began rubbing her bottom from behind, caressing her up and down, and opened his robe to reveal a very hard cock. Not very big I noted as he rubbed it against her backside. He began breathing heavy, gently removed her panties, and entered her from behind. He humped in his doll vigorously all the while kissing her neck and holding her hips. After an obvious climax, he quickly opened his duffle, pulled out some wet rags and cleaned her up. She was dressed, given a kiss, and stored back in her hiding place. This went on every night this week. I made a fun plan.
Jim was on shift at 1pm most days to take advantage of the highest sun and warmest temperatures of the day when managing his gardens. I couldn't get him too drunk or keep him up much past 5am, so I had to be a little aggressive. I got a double dairy order the day before and bribed the bakery to deliver before 2:30am. I dressed exactly the way he dressed his doll and sat in the bar stool where she usually sat and waited for his prompt 3am arrival.
I acted surprised just as he was and excused my scanty attire saying it was my time to relax as my duties were done. I asked him to join me and he mixed himself a drink and refreshed mine. We talked for a bit and he mentioned that he used to meet Lisa, my processor, here most mornings like this before he went to bed. I said that he is the first person to mention her name since I've been here. Is everyone mad at her? Jim told me it's more disappointment that she left the team without explanation. She is not welcome here anymore, he said, but he sure misses her. I told him that she was indeed back here, secretly working with me during my first two nights on the job. I told him that Lisa and I chatted on-line together nightly. He was surprised and asked me to say hello for him. I asked him what they talked about when they were together. He blushed and said it was mostly just gossip about guests and they would "fool around". Here we go, I thought to myself. I "accidently" dropped my swizzle stick and got off my stool to bend over to retrieve it. He smiled at me and complemented my panties. I said they are very soft and comfy. "Touch them" I offered. His hand trembled as he gently felt my bottom. This slowly turned into him doing to me just as he did with his doll. I said that I was getting aroused by his talented hands and he admitted that his cock was hard. I asked him to open his robe and press it against me so I could feel it. He did, and I said "let me get these panties off so I can really feel it". He helped me and began sliding his throbbing cock between my ass cheeks. It felt good, so I spit on my fingers and reached back to add a bit of slip and slide to the equation. He moaned saying if I kept this up, he'd be shooting all over my backside. I suggested he might enjoy it more shooting inside my backside. He said "really?" With that I arched my back a bit and pushed backwards. He was in and let out a huge sigh of pleasure.
He didn't last long and he was panting heavily as he climaxed. He turned me around and kissed me, saying "Thank You, Lisa." I corrected him, "I'm JoJo". He blushed. I just said it looks like you've got a new girlfriend. He smiled and said will you meet me in the rose Garden tomorrow at 2am. It became a regular date.
Most of the resident management staff shows up at the Saloon around midnight for a nightcap. The unwritten rule is three free drinks per night. We pretty much stick to that. Seth and the girls often just bring in a flask and take their refreshing beverage back to their suites. It's all good. Chef showed up tonight with some produce for me - celery, onions, and limes - and some oranges he got from his visit with Jim in the orchard. Chef said Jim told him I drink Fanta and Vodka and suggested kicking it up a notch with some orange wedges. That was sweet. Chef asked me to call him Daddy. He said Jim thinks I'm doing a pretty bang up job. I blushed and mentioned that I thought his culinary talents were very appreciated, and said I really liked calling him daddy as I touched his hairy chest and purred. "You like a big guy huh little gurl?" I said I'd melt in his arms. With that he finished off his drink, handed me a DVD, and said watch this and call me after you've seen it. Must be porn, I thought.
I watched the video just before Jim and I met in the garden for our daily romp. I told Jim about it and he asked me what I thought? I was impressed and Horney. What I saw was a short clip of Daddy jerking off and shooting what looked like a pint of thick cum. Amazing. Jim got me on all fours, removed my panties while slowly caressing me all over and fucked me furiously. His cock is rather small so I got into it and shot a load myself. We were breathless. I tidied up, Jim went to bed, and I rang up Daddy's room.
Daddy was awaiting my call and just said "well, little gurl?" I said I enjoyed it and would like to experience that in person. He invited me over to his suite tomorrow evening at midnight, my day off. He said we'd have cocktails and enjoy some fine company. I was excited.
I chose a schoolgirl look for the evening. The ensemble included black, patent leather Maryjane's, thick white thigh highs, a tartan plaid mini skirt, pressed oxford shirt over a white kami, pig tails, and blue eye shadow with pink lipstick. Daddy greeted me in a thick terry robe and Fletcher brought in cocktails wearing the same. "I feel overdressed", I said. They said they would remedy that situation after a few rounds. We all laughed and proceeded to swill cocktails all the while chatting and exchanging nervous glances. Who was gonna make the first move?
I put my hand on Daddy's chest and he pulled me close. I cooed as he stared into my eyes and softly kissed me. I returned the kiss with a little more passion as Fletcher planted a wet kiss on my inner thigh. I shivered and closed my eyes as Daddy said, "Fletch, it looks like we have a cooperative little girl here." Fletcher looked me in the eyes and said "I'm going to enjoying eating your sweet ass girly gurl." I said "prolly not as much as I will." "How do you want me?" I asked as I began to pull down my panties." Fletcher told me to keep my panties on and that he will watch as Daddy takes care of that. I just assumed Fletcher would go first. Surprise! Daddy rolled me on to the floor on my back and began to ravish me. He removed his robe, my skirt and gradually unbuttoned my shirt all the while kissing, licking, smiling and whispering his intentions to me. He pulled my knees up, got between them, kissed me and whispered, "If you want to be a woman, then I am going to fuck you like a woman." "See these balls?" "They are carrying a giant load and I'm very horny." "I'm gonna impregnate you, little girl." I enjoyed rubbing his chest and feeling the thrill as he lifted my legs over his strong shoulders. Fletcher said "get ready gurl, he cums big". I was trembling as Daddy entered me. He gazed in my eyes and said "that's a good little gurl". "Oh this is gonna be my biggest load ever." He pumped me slowly at first and then began pounding me. His cock was average in size but hard as steal. I felt his giant nuts banging against me as the frequency of his thrusts increased as he yelled "get ready gurly gurl!" I said "Knock me up Daddy!" as I felt a virtual geyser of juice fill my ass. It felt like a power enema and I felt so fulfilled having pleased a big man so much. Oh so feminine.
I was in a daze as Fletcher was begging me to roll up on my knees. He dove right between my ass cheeks as I put my butt in the air. I was kind of uncomfortable trying to keep all the man sauce inside but I couldn't hold back as Fletcher began slurping away with gusto. I relaxed and moaned loudly as it felt so good. I wanted to cum so bad but I was beyond that. This was better than just sex. After a good four minutes of exquisite torture, Fletcher eased up and let me cool down.
Daddy wiped me up a bit with a soft, warm, damp cloth. He lit me a smoke and brought me a fresh beverage but told me to stay like that, doggy style, as I looked so sexy. I enjoyed my refreshments and heard a knock on the door. It was Jim. He began undressing as Daddy told him he had cleaned me up for him. Jim jumped on my ass as he said it was plowing time. He was practically raping me as Daddy smiled watching and Fletcher was cheering him on.
The fucking and butt munching went on until dawn. My ass was exhausted. My bond with my fellow resident mangers had just increased by 300%. I slept well that day.
I felt frisky that next night and wore a slightly shorter skirt at the Saloon. I had been plowed by the gardener, sauced by the cook, and my pipe cleaned by the handy man. My early mornings were spent in the garden, my Tuesday nights off with Daddy as my host. The girls, Jack and Jill, seemed to be homing in on me tonight. Had they heard something? They helped me tidy up the bar before they left and invited me for an early morning spa treatment later. I accepted as I really enjoyed Jill's exfoliating massages. (Besides, she's kinda hot too).
I was pretty lit and tired and so were the girls when I met them at the salon. Evidently they both had Thursdays off together and wanted to party all morning with me. We had a few mimosas and fruit salad and Jill did her stuff on me and Jack. We bathed together and just got comfy with the whole naked and opposite sex thing. Jill shaved me up and gave Jack a massage while I relaxed with some exfoliating cream. We all showered up and then Jack offered me a massage.
Jack has very strong hands. She started at my neck and shoulders and slowly worked her way to the small of my back. She began rubbing my bottom and my inner thighs. "Do you like this, JoJo darling?" she asked. I moaned in the affirmative - firm being the key word here. Jack was gently caressing my balls and I lifted up a bit in grateful response. Jill noticed and asked me when was the last time I was with a woman? I told her it's been over two decades. The ladies started whispering to each other as Jack's grip on my nut sack got increasingly tighter. Jill said that it will be nice to retrain me and that I might be able to offer some amusement. I was feeling good, but a bit fearful. I was hard, but not comfortable enough to cum.
Jack rolled me onto my back to reveal my hard member. I was actually a little shy feeling but Jill got so excited. She asked Jack if she could 69 me. Jack thought about it a moment and said let's have a few more drinks and discuss this. We put on robes, gathered our cloths and headed to the door to continue the party at their suite. They put a pink rhinestone collar around my neck and led the way with me on a leash. I very much looked forward to a few more stiff drinks. I perceived a need for complete inebriation.
I was hoping that no one would see us as we entered the common area to our suites. Alas, Seth began howling in laughter as he saw us. He told the ladies to be nice and share their new toy. "Page me when your done and I'll gather up what's left", he said. Seth, knowing that I used to manage for Motel 6, yanked my chain and smiled as he said he'd leave the light on for me. Hardy Har Har, Seth.
We all laughed when we got into the suite and Jill made a pitcher of mimosas. We were guzzling down our second pitcher, smoking cigarettes, getting used to each other naked, and laughing at dumb jokes. I felt at ease as the women openly discussed Jill's desire to 69 with me. Jack Ok'd the idea as long as I agreed NOT to cum. I explained that I was only worried about the challenge of satisfying her. Seconds later she was squatting over my face and squeezing my poor nuts as she vacuumed my hard cock. Jill was grinding hard on me. Evidently I was doing good as she sat up to breathe. This allowed Jack to straddle my hard cock and kiss Jill as they both bounced on me. I was being "snoo snoo'd". I felt bruised when we took a well-deserved refreshment break. They asked if we could make this a regular weekly thing. I gleefully agreed. I even agreed to wear the collar and submit to a bit of strap on play. I went home to jerk off and sleep.
I was a bit groggy on Thursday night and I wanted to be in best form for the weekend so I coasted. I had an appointment at 1am, other than that, my lead bartender had all under control. I decided to change my schedule a bit to accommodate both customers and my fellow managers. I would work from 8pm till 3am daily. Dairy will be delivered later in the day and the bakery will deliver at 3am promptly. I'll take Tuesdays off to be at Daddy's. I'll be at J&J's after work Thursday mornings. It's a good change I thought but I wondered about the other half of my team. I knew eventually that I would be developing a relationship with them as well. Seth's department was somewhat impacted by my appointment with a large escort agency today. He arrived with our guests and we discussed business. From time to time we have guests who request such a service. We wanted to negotiate certain quality issues in advance in return to exclusive referral. This was important to Seth and me. We wanted to assure quality escorts, healthy escorts, and we assure payment and security in return for fair prices. The agency and I will be getting along famously. They offered Seth and me a freebee. We declined as, you see, we resident managers keep it in the family (no outsiders). I met Jim at two and changed our appointment time to 1am daily to allow him more sleep. He appreciated that and in turn changed his schedule to get on his shift earlier. I went to the spa to get shaved up, have a healthy salad, soak and slept long.
I ate a great "breakfast", dressed sexy, and felt energized for a fun Friday night. The hotel was full, for some weird reason mostly with gay couples on romantic get-a-ways, so the Saloon was jumping. What a surprise, Seth came in around midnight along with Bruce and Bob. By closing time I might as well have put out a gay pride flag. We were being oh so gay even singing show tunes. God save the Queens. My fellow managers helped me clean up and we decided to continue the party at our suite. I grabbed a few bottles from the bar and the four of us staggered together towards our resident managers suites.
We were greeted with cat calls from Jack and Jill. "OMG, Jill, Looks like we have COCK roaches". "And Jack, our new little pet lost it's collar". Jack put a simple black leather collar and leash on me, put our party supplies in our suite and the ladies corralled us to the spa where we were ordered to strip in the health club showers. Jill ran off with our clothes and we were ordered to shower. We lathered up in the warm showers and began a little boyish horse play. We had no idea that the ladies were snapping photos with their digi-cam. We sobered up a little, but we were very giggly. My makeup was gone and Jack told me to butch up and put my hair in a ponytail (not high up like a gurl, but more masculine). Jill got in Seth's face and said "this toy lasts a long time be sure to share." With that we were pushed out of the salon as they tidied things up and locked it all back down.
We had to streak back to our suite. I made cocktails, B&B got out some sheets and towels, and Seth, God bless him, brought out 4 bottles of premium poppers. A sausage fest ensued. During breaks, our computer screen was going nuts with instant messages from some of the queens we partied with last night. It seems a lot of the lads will be back next week. J&J were also sending messages with captioned pictures like "sethly doo right riding his noodle-a-poosa", "JoJo milks man chowder", "Attack of the Pillow Biters", etc. Seth and I were plotting our revenge when the other two lads started rubbing me and asked me to stand up. They parted my legs slightly and caressed my inner thighs as they kissed each other. Bruce was in front of me and Bob behind me. They held their long but slender cocks together and double penetrated me. It was slow and deep at first but turned into a ten minute long cock fight in my ass. My lord this was kinky. Just as they said they were going to cum together I saw a bright camera flash. "Dammit Seth! You asshole." We kept drinking and passed out on the floor.
Jim called and woke me up around 7pm Saturday. Fuck, I forgot to meet him at 1am this morning. He said he knew I was with the boys until mid-morning and he told me to take my time coming into the saloon. He had me covered. Sweet.
I was only an hour late, we had a fun crowd. Mostly couples again and the DJ was getting lots of requests for slower dance numbers. Love was in the air. It was crowded but slow. Jim and I chatted most the evening while we tended bar together. By 12:30 the Saloon was a ghost town. Only one couple that was about to leave and most the resident manager team. Jim fucked me behind the bar. He invited me over to his suite Sunday evening at 9pm. He said the hotel is practically empty and the bar will be covered till close. Daddy, Fletcher and Cone would also be there. Chef is making dinner and we are dressing up for the occasion - black tie.
Wow, an extra day off and another party. I put on the purrrfect outfit. I looked like Liza Minnelli in Cabaret right down to long black eye lashes. It was cute and sexy. The gentlemen all had on tuxedos and rose from their chairs when I entered the suite. I felt very gurly now. I flirted voraciously during dinner. Chef made a wonderful meal paired with a different wine with each of five courses. We got pretty lit and I knew that I was going to be the main course. There was a knock on the door. It was J&J with Seth on a leash coming from the fly of his trousers. He winced as I gave his leash a friendly tug. They ordered him to do the dishes while they moved the dining furniture out of the way. B&B showed up with a round of Alabama Slammers. We enjoyed, had a smoke, and watched as the ladies put down a mat, a backdrop, and set up three video cams. The gentlemen began removing their clothing from the waist down and seemed quite prepared for the occasion. Spot lights were lit and Jack told me to be a good pet and get into the proper position.
Jack was in a director's chair with a barrette and a fake pencil moustache. Jill was all in black like a stage hand. She aimed the cameras: One at my face, one to the side, and the last camera was called the nut cam and was pointed towards my rear. I had a video screen in front of me so I could see all three angles. I smiled at the camera as I knew what was going to happen. I was handed a bottle of poppers, took a hit as Jack yelled "ACTION!"
Jim was lubed up. He unsnapped the back of my leotard and started humping me. I smiled at the camera as the studio audience cheered and jeered. This was hilarious. Daddy grabbed my hips next and pumped a tremendous load into me. Fletch jumped right in sucking a big mouthful of cum out of me. He showed his full cheeks to the side camera and then went back down on me and spit the stuff back into my asshole. He slurped me clean and then the cone displayed his festive tool for the cameras. I was nervous, but he said he's been wanting this all week and if I can take just half of it he'd get his nut.
It took a good 4 minutes, but He was eventually balls deep in me. He pushed in hard as he shot his wad noisily. Fletcher dived between my cheeks again. We spent the rest of the night re-watching the film and enjoying each other's company.
I spent Monday with my lead bartender just going over administrative stuff. We were in great shape and the owners authorized a pay raise for her. She's awesome. We had a great week at the Saloon. It was becoming a local hangout. We had specials: Cards on Monday hosted by B&B, Dart tournament Tues with J&J, and Weds Karaoke with Jim and Cone. The local dance club did their thing here on Thursdays with Seth. Sometimes it was like dancing with the stars. Other times it was ballroom, tango, or square dancing. Thursdays were always fun. Friday was gay night and the place was packed. Saturday was weekend romance and Daddy hosted that with romantic little appetizer plates. It was fun for him to show off and the patrons loved it. Sunday was chili supper, bingo and football. Our chaplain actually hosted this.
I made cameo appearances daily, but most of my time was spent tending to the sexual needs of my peers. That became a full time job. I was having a blast but one thing was missing. I was lonely believe it or not. Sometimes I envied B&B and J&J having each other.
The season was coming to a close. I was offered a position again next year and I was seriously considering it. The ranch offered me lodging during the winter for a reasonable cost but I'd have to find a job in town. That would be a challenge as I didn't have wheels and my employment chances given my reputation as the Saloon Gurl were slim. Besides, my girlfriend Tasha will be out of jail soon and somehow maybe we could get our life back together. Daddy came by one afternoon and said he needed to have a serious talk with me. I figured I was getting my walking papers. Alas.
Daddy told me that the owners had seen the black tie affair video we made. "Oh No", I thought. He said they were not only amused but very pleased at the way we all get along together. Evidently, despite management's abuse of the inventory, the Saloon is a money maker as is the hotel. Our local clientele base increased by 400%. Daddy said that they would like to keep me on during the winter but that I would have to spend some working hours in housekeeping and in the kitchen as we have very little staff in the winter. I was very happy but when Daddy asked if I was in, I hesitated. He picked up on that quick and asked me what my concern was? I told him about Tasha.
Tasha is 43 years old, a T-gurl, long legs (high ass), cute body, big smiling eyes, a fun personality, and she sports festive tattoos. Tasha will be out of jail soon, and I'd like to get back together with her. Daddy said let him get back to me with an idea.
I was energized by this good news and my excitement level showed both at work and especially sharing love with my team as we were successful and I love that. We had a very strong week for the end of the season, and, in fact, we actually had more reservations for the coming month than we did in the same month last year in actual business. All indication was for a record in sales with a reduced, yet happy, staff. Profit! That fateful weekend we were all asked to clean out our offices and store our stuff in our suites. We were perplexed by this. A construction crew showed up and we were instructed to house and feed them. A new and larger suite was added to our configuration, the offices and common areas were enlarged, and all the suites were given upgrades in cabinets, paint, appliances, fixtures, etc. This was a pain but only took three days. That was too quick for it to sink in. We were just handed a huge present. It was fun checking out the newly added suite.
There was only one large bedroom, but with two large walk in closets, two dens and two baths on either side. The kitchenette was larger and included a bar with an ice maker and separate cooler. The living area was sweet with several TV's, security cameras all over, extensive spot/track lighting, a fireplace, wood floors, and oversized leather furniture. There was a weird area with what looked like a sex bench and a very large retractable mat. There was also a separate bath in front with a huge shower area big enough for six or more people. We guessed that the owners were moving in with us over the winter. This worried us.
Our office furniture was also upgraded including new pc's. We were asked to move back into our offices and that dinner was to be served tonight by an outside caterer. Dress was formal - black tie. We all had the night off as we planned on an evening of debauchery, but, as Daddy pointed out, a catered fancy meal sounds fun - especially since he didn't have to cook.
I wore my cabaret outfit again since we seemed to be on our porn movie scene mode. The dinner was scrumptious. Very different than the simple style we appreciate, but a fun change to have crab bisque, tuna tartar, wild greens salad, crab, and bananas foster. Just like Chef Daddy likes to do, each course was paired with a different wine....and we were getting lit. We were also each handed a sealed envelope at various times by the caterer to be opened and read aloud. Some were thank you notes from the owners, others were inspirational, and some were roasts - like making fun of our movie. My envelope was last and it said we were to go to the living room of the new suite.
The caterer had turned on the TV monitors and set the video channel on. We saw ourselves on the screen being videoed by the cameras in the room. As we faced the main screen a voice came over greeting us. It was one of the owners and he was laughing gleefully at our amazed looks. He complemented us on how lovely we all looked together. He said this is when the water works start. "JoJo. This is your new home. Enjoy it." I was overwhelmed, and, yes, water works were being choked back. Then he said, "ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce our newest resident manager, Tasha."
At this point everyone was weeping as Tasha entered the room. We kissed in a deep embrace. My peers started to gradually excuse themselves from our suite when I yelled "where ya all going?!" "Let's Party!!" We spent the night on camera with the owners, introducing Tasha and growing the already bright light that is our team.