Date: Sat, 14 Mar 2015 21:47:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: JoJo Judd <jojojudd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Milkweed Ranch

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.