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Corruption
By Josephus ©
PrologueJenny knew she looked good. Â She'd spent more time on her appearance than she had since her wedding day, but she was more nervous by at least an order of magnitude. Â She looked in the mirror and practiced her smile, determined not to let her fear show through. Â It was so important, vital that she look her best for her husband, that she not let him know just how hard this was for her to do.
Jenny was going to a maximum-security prison for the first time, and she was scared to death. Â Jerry had insisted that he didn't want her to see him in jail and he was sure he'd get probation for a first offense. Â When he'd been dragged from the courtroom, all they'd had was a quick kiss. Â Now she was about to see him for the first time since that day in a maximum-security prison, which wasn't fair either. Â His sentence wasn't that long . . . but this was the nearest facility to her home and he'd been assigned there.
Just two months ago, life had been perfect, if she'd only realized that. Â Newlyweds, married for less than six months she'd had a mild case of PMS and her car had broken down on the way home from work during a scorcher. Â The lows for the last week had been in the eighties Fahrenheit and the highs in the triple digits.
By the time she'd gotten to their brand new and oh so stylish home, she'd been in high dudgeon.
Finding Jerry working on the computer while trying to fix dinner she announced in a fit of pique, "If you want in these pants, you're going to have to do something about getting me a decent car!"
She hadn't been serious; it was the heat and the PMS.  She was sure he'd known she was kidding.  As drained as the Texas heat had left her, she didn't have the energy for sex, but she'd cuddled him to let him know she wasn't serious.  Therefore, she was astounded when he took her car shopping the next afternoon.  They owed more on the car than they could get in trade-in, but Jenny had always left those sorts of problems to Jerry.  They drove home in a new car and she was ecstatic, and even with her period due to start any time she was determined to give her hero his just reward.  She had just gotten undressed to join him in their bed when the police were pounding on their front door.  Jerry looked terrified and she relived the scene at least once a week in her nightmares.  Jerry had been arrested handcuffed and taken to jail! He had sold drugs to an undercover agent to get her car! It was so stupid, he'd discovered that his company was being used by smugglers, and had planned to go to the police, but Jenny's demands had drove him do something stupid.  What followed was a nightmare; Jerry had to use legal aid because their credit was tapped.  He didn't want their parents to know and since he'd never even had a traffic ticket the PD assured him that he'd get probation if he pleaded guilty.
It didn't work that way.
As she pulled off the highway onto the road to the front gate of the prison, she stopped at a little in a line of cars. Â At a guard shack, a half mile from the prison she saw guards checked under the hood and in the trunk making people get out of their cars.
"What do they think, someone wants to smuggle someone into here?" she thought, trying to control her temper.
When it was her turn, the guards were very polite and very impersonal. Â Some of the signs posted near the shack were scary;Â she had to agree to a strip search if it was required. Â They announced that if she tried to pass any money or other contraband that she would be prosecuted and sent to jail. Â Jenny was glad she and Jerry didn't smoke because it seemed that any kind of tobacco was also a felony.
After she was cleared, she drove on to the parking lot, parked her car and went to the little building that seemed to be the entrance to the prison. Â She'd gotten a booklet in the mail that told her what to expect, but this was just so scary. Â Looking through the glass doors as she approached she saw a little office incased in bulletproof glass and steel prison bars. Â There was a line of people in front of it. Â As she walked through the exterior doors an officer, who hadn't been visible stood from a little table and used a wand to check her for metal like at an airport. Â She then had to pass her driver's license to another guard in the little office through a little tray like at a bank. Â After that guard, a woman, verified who she was seeing and checked her name from a list, she passed the license back to her.
A heavy door of steel mesh buzzed open into a cage. Â She walked in and closed it behind her. Â Then an even heavier steel door slid open by an electric motor whined in strain. Â As she stepped through, she found herself in a little caged courtyard created on two sides by the concertina topped double chain link security fence.
Going to the non-contact area, Jenny waited. Â Finally, Jerry came to the booth with a phone on the both sides like you see on TV.
Jenny picked up the phone and the first thing that Jerry said was, "They are taping this and will listen to it so please be careful with what you say or they won't let you come back. "
He looked good, but he didn't want to talk about where he was or what he was doing;Â he wanted to hear about Jenny and what life was like outside. Â He said that she was allowed to come once every two weeks and that next time would be a contact visit so they could talk without the phones. Â Jenny was so nervous about being in the place that at first time seemed to drag, but her two hours were over before she knew it. Â The one thing that Jerry had been clear about was his need for money to buy stuff at the 'commissary'. Â Jenny understood that he was using the money to buy safety.
Two weeks later when Jerry came to the contact visit table where she was sitting, he looked awful.
After the one hug, they were allowed and they were holding hands across a wooden table she whispered, "Oh Jerry, what happen?"
"I fell in the shower but I'm okay, but I've got a problem and I need you to send as much as you can to my account or . . . "
Jenny felt a cold chill;Â she was sending more than she could afford already. Â The only way she could send more would be to go back to one of their parents and Jerry had been adamant that she was not to do that.
"Jerry do you want me to go to my parents?"
"No! Isn't there anything else? I know my parents are tapped, no, I'll just have to figure out something, don't worry about it. "
But he was so upset that Jenny was terrified, "Jerry are people going to hurt you?"
Jerry looked grim, "One of the gangs offered me protection for a thousand a month, and I know we don't have that. Â An officer saw . . . when I fell in the shower, he broke up the . . . he said I had to make a choice if I wanted to be one of the good guys, or a hardhead.
But Jerry wouldn't say any more about it. Â They'd talked, but Jenny had watched episodes of Oz and she was scared that her husband was going to have to be someone's bitch. Â She managed to hold her horror in check and gave him her best kiss when it was time to leave. Â She didn't pay too much attention when another woman joined her as she was leaving the meeting room and went through what she now knew was the main building sally port.
As they walked toward the front gate, the woman turned to Jenny and said, "I saw your husband, I know a way that you can protect him if you are willing. Â If you want to hear more about it follow me when we leave the parking lot. Â I'm in a big red pickup, you can't miss me. Â I'll buy you an early lunch and I'll tell you what's going on and how you can help him. "
The woman seemed nice and seemed to know what she was talking about and before she thought about it, Jenny agreed. Â She spotted the red pickup as she pulled out and followed her to a local restaurant. Â They got a table that was off to the side and as private as any in the place.
The woman repeated that it was her treat, "So order a steak or something good," and Jenny did.
After the waitress left Jenny, who was a teacher wondered if she could get a part time job as a waitress to earn some extra money for Jerry.
"It won't matter how much money you pay for protection, it won't be enough! There are too many gangs and just plain bad guys in there to buy them all off.
It took all Jenny's control not to burst into tears right there in the middle of the restaurant.
"Then what can I do?"
"First eat your lunch then take a little drive with me, I don't want to talk about it here. . . Â you won't be asked to do anything illegal, but other people might get into trouble if the wrong person heard about it. "
The woman, a very pretty Hispanic named Maria, kept up a light chatter as they ate. Â She was a nurse and had two elementary school children;Â she didn't say what her husband was in jail for, and Jenny didn't ask. Â By the time lunch was over Jenny felt very at ease with her;Â Maria did understand what Jenny was going through and had given her a lot of tips on how to handle problems. Â Jenny wasn't at all uneasy about getting into her truck and they drove off.
"Jenny, you saw what happened to your husband. Â What you don't know is that he was attacked by a gang that wants to rape him and use him as a drug runner. Â They'll let him alone if he can pay them off, but that's just a ploy to see how much money they can get out of him.
Jenny had heard the phrase, "How do I do that? What do I need to do? I don't have any political connections . . . "
"Those would help, but the answer is that there are some guards who will protect him and let it be known that he's one of their 'good guys', protected. Â You can't believe the power those guys have when they are willing to step a little outside the system. Â They can give cases that mean loss of privileges and longer sentences and they can make it stick. Â They can make gangs back off all sorts of things. Â These are honest men, but they can't protect everyone, because the way things are set up, they have to stick their neck out and if they get caught, they'll get reprimanded. Â If you are willing you can probably get them to protect your husband, but it will cost you too.
"I don't have much money," Jenny said, "but I'll try to raise all I can, I'd rather pay a guard than a gang . . . "
"That would be bribery and if would get the men fired;Â besides they wouldn't do that anyway. Â No, what it boils down to is this, they'll do you and your husband a favor but you'll have to do a favor for them. "
Jenny was puzzled; she had no idea what kind of favor she could do, "What? I'll do anything I can to help. "
"Will you? Will you do anything?"
Jenny caught the word and she felt a cold chill flow through her veins like her blood had been replaced with ice water.
"What do you mean?" she asked, but she knew what Maria was saying.
Maria didn't say a word she just kept her eyes on the country road they were driving on.
Jenny bit her lip, "Do you mean what I think you mean?"
Maria didn't look at her but said, "Your husband is going to be forced to provide sex to a lot of men; he's going to lose his manhood in the process.  It's not pretty, it's not nice, it's not the way it should be, but it's the way it is.  The way I see it, the only one who should be providing sex to men are women, and if the only way to keep my husband alive is for one of us to have sex with men, it shouldn't have to be him.  It'll cost me less than it will cost him and I want him back.  Juan was my third lover, I never wanted to have another; when he gets out in two years I won't ever! But I know he will be getting out in two years because he's safe, he's protected and he's getting great reviews by the guards.  He also has no idea what it's taking for that to happen.
"This is your choice, you can make it at any time, but the longer you wait the harder it will be for him, and from what I heard he's due to be raped in the next week unless you can come up with a lot of money to a gang member on the outside.  I was told he's thinking about getting protection by joining a gang, but they'll rape him too, as an entrance requirement so there's no protection from it there either.  They just won't beat the shit out of him first.  You need to make up your mind.  You don't know my last name, and this truck has borrowed license plates.  If you do manage to track me down, I'll swear that I took you to lunch to give you a few tips and we drove around so we could do some more talking.  One other thing, if the word goes out that your husband is on some guard’s special shit list it will be very bad for him.  The point is you can't blackmail these guys, they aren't breaking the law, but if they stick their neck out they want you to be as cooperative as your husband will have to be if they don't. "
Jenny burst into tears and Maria pulled the truck over and took her in her arms to comfort her. Â She kept saying that it wasn't that bad, that she felt pride in protecting her husband and that the men were nice. Â When Jenny got her emotions under control she realized that Maria was right;Â if one of them was going to have to have unwanted sex it should be her, it was her fault that he was in there. Â Maria was probably right it would be easier on her, her body was designed for a man his wasn't.
"How do I know that no one will ever know?"
"Think about it, they are more interested in having this quiet than you are.  I'm not sure whose idea this was in the first place; I think it was probably a woman's.  think about it, if you knew who to go to, wouldn't you make the offer? The problem is that most of the women who have men in there aren't much better than their men, and aren't reliable.  A woman who works the streets wouldn't hesitate to do it, but she also wouldn't hesitate to try to blackmail the guards either.  You've been checked out, just like I was, like the other women were. "
Jenny shivered, realizing that she was considering doing this.
"What would I have to do?"
"When you come to visit your husband you'll spend a nine hour shift at a place they have. Â You'll entertain eight men during that time, you'll do anything that your husband would be forced to do, that means anal sex. Â Have you done that?"
Jenny shook her head; she was still hung up on the idea that she'd be with eight men in one day.  She'd never been with anyone but Jerry! The idea of anal sex repulsed her; why a man would want to use her that way was beyond her, but she also knew that it would be much easier for her than for him.  She remembered a conversation when Jerry marveled that she liked having his cock inside her.  She knew what it would do to him to have to let someone do that to him.  Jenny bit her lip, she felt bile in her throat.  This was horrible, but how much worse it would be for him and he'd probably have to submit to even more men.
"Is that all of them, eight men I mean?"
"No," Maria replied softly, "there are about sixteen or twenty, but you won't have more than eight, maybe less, per shift, but I've got to tell you the total numbers don't make any difference.  What difference does it make how many there are? You'll be doing it for eight hours and I think it's easier on us to have several men, since if it was just one man you might get attached or dependant on him.  This way you know what you're doing isn't for him and it can be fun in a funny way.  I mean I would never come up here on my own, but because I do, I have no temptation to cheat either.  I don't like some of what I have to do, but . . .  I can't say if I didn't do this that I wouldn't be tempted and that would be so unfair to Juan.  I won't pretend that this is a perfect solution, or that I would ever be tempted to have an affair with some of the men I take into my bed, but in the right circumstances I might with several of them.  I do enjoy some of it, which was a surprise to me; like I said I wasn't very sexually experienced when I started this.  I can also tell you that what I do here I leave here, when Juan does make it home, he'll find me as chaste as I've ever been.  There's an unreality to what I do here; I mean I have orgasms, I'm a very active bedmate to these guys, but I never make love, I fuck them.  I never knew what that meant, but even though it can be a lot of fun it's nothing I would ever be able to do with someone I loved.  These men have used me in ways that Juan never has but they'll never get even a little of what Juan gets from me.  Look, I know what you're feeling right now, I'm just trying to tell you that as a bad as it is, it beats the alternative your husband faces.
For several seconds Jenny wondered why she didn't think this wasn't some sort of scam, but she didn't doubt what Maria had said. Â Suddenly, Jenny felt like the air was being sucked out of her lungs, and at the same time that her whole body was being compressed in some sort giant vacuum bag. Â This was all her fault;Â she hadn't even had a chance to make love to him. Â He'd never said anything about her threat, and it was a poetic justice that she would have to use what she'd denied him to protect him. Â She didn't understand how Maria could make a difference in what she'd done with these men and what she did with her husband, but that gave Jenny an excuse to smother some of her last reservations.
"When would I need to do this. . . Â ?"
"There's no time like the present. Â Today the shift starts at two and is over at eleven, that will put you home a little late, but you can spend the night here if you want. Â I know that I always spend the night after, or before if I'm going to have to do an early shift. Â The early shift starts at six and is over at two. Â Don't looked shocked at the times, the guards work twelve-hour shifts from six to six and they like to have fun at the end of their day. Â Besides, it gets us home at a decent hour too. Â They have a three-bedroom trailer out in the country and we use two of those rooms for what we do;Â the third one is where we can sleep, there are single beds in there.
"You knew that I'd agree?"
"What woman wouldn't? I mean I thought I'd feel bad about making the offer; I've never done it before, but I don't.  I'm not trying solicit you; I'm just giving you an option to help your husband.  If I knew another way to do it, I'd take it myself.  There's another woman who is scheduled to have your shift, now she'll get a break.  We're always looking for someone suitable because it means fewer shifts for all of us. "
"How often do you . . . do you have to take a shift?"
"Basically twice a month right now. Â If you join and another woman we'll talk to tomorrow joins we might be able to drop down to once a month. Â You'll have to take a shift the next time you come anyway, all the guys will want to dance with you;Â that's what we call a session, a dance, by the way.
Jenny felt her whole body cringe;Â this was just so casual, she was in the process of doing something that she never in her wildest imagination thought about doing and she felt like things were spinning out of her control. Â The idea of driving home after what was going to be done to her was beyond her.
"I don't think I could drive home alone after a . . . shift. "
"Okay, there are some things we'll need to get for you;Â I'll buy them for you, the guys are really sweet about covering all our costs for this sort of thing. Â They'll even pay for your birth control. Â Are you on the pill or do you use a diaphragm?"
"I'm still on the pill, I got the type to help my complexion, but I thought I'd stop after this month. "
"They have a doctor up here, one you'll get to know later, who'll write a prescription and who'll do exams and handle anything that you might need that's related to what you do here. Â I'm an RN and I'm going to take a blood sample now to drop off to have it tested to make sure that you don't have anything that anyone needs to worry about. Â Everyone has that done at least once a month, especially the guys, but I've been doing this for four years and no one has ever failed a test.
She pulled over to the side of road, reached into the glove box, and pulled out a kit that had the needles to take her blood. Â Jenny held out her arm;Â Maria put that rubber hose thing on her and in a few seconds, Jenny felt a little prick and looked to see a little tube filling with her blood. Â The next second she removed it, and put a little Band-Aid on the stick place. Â Jenny had no doubt that Maria was a very good nurse.
"Okay let's drop this off and we'll go by and get some of the other stuff you need. Â I have a cell phone if you need to call someone about why you won't be home tonight. "
Jenny shuddered, "Can I call them later?"
She didn't want to make the decision so final. Â Jenny was very aware that she'd never said she'd agreed to do this, but there didn't seem any point in resisting at this point, but none of the dread and near terror had left her, she told herself that she could always back out before she did anything, but it didn't hurt anything to see how things went.
Maria took her car and told her to meet her at the local Wal-Mart. Â Jenny drove and waited for Maria to appear. Â She knew she'd taken the blood sample, and wondered who would do the checking. Â Once in the store they went to the drug section where she got two little hot water bottles, some douche mix, two tubes of K-Y jelly, some disposable razors and shaving cream. Â Jenny was afraid to ask what any of this was for, and as Maria continued to buy odds and ends, the only question she asked was what kind of mouthwash and toothpaste Jenny used.
Her sense of dread and nerves that was like nothing she'd ever felt in her whole life. Â Her hand was shaking so hard that she couldn't get the keys into the truck door. Â As she stood looking at the door of the truck Maria took the keys from her hand and opened it for her. Â Jenny had decided not to go, to turn around and get in her car and drive off, but instead she felt like she was being sucked into the truck. Â It was as if her energy was exhausted and her only choice was to accept the help Maria was giving her.
When she got in Maria handed her one of those sleep masks and said, "Jenny, put this on and lie down on the seat, these guys have to be very careful and until they trust you and that won't be until after your next shift when they've all been able to dance with you. Â Come one we need to hurry just a little bit to have time to get ready. "
Jenny put the mask on and lay down on the seat. Â She bit her lip and wanted to cry, but couldn't. Â It seemed like a few minutes before they were driving at highway speed.
There were a lot of twists and turns but she slowed and Jenny heard her say, "You can sit up now and take the mask off we're here. "
Jenny saw that they were in front of a perfectly normal looking mobile home. Â They were down in a little hollow surrounded by trees. Â The only thing that looked out of place was a large carport. Â It was large enough to hold four cars and there were two cars and a truck in it. Â She couldn't see a public road as trees blocked the view. Â As she looked back at the mobile home, she was horrified to see a fenced area full of children's play equipment and toys that looked used. Â She whipped around to look at Maria;Â the idea of doing this while your children played in the front yard was so inappropriate that she was outraged.
Maria, saw the look and said, "The kids who come are all very young.  They have no idea what is going on and we make certain that they never see anything they shouldn't, but some of us can't always find someone to take care of our kids when we have a shift, or want our kids to see their dad.  If someone has to bring her kids, there's always someone here to take care of them.  They don't see their mom dancing or anything like that; they don't even know their mom is here.  They think it’s a day care place.
Again, Jenny allowed herself to be led but her mind was screaming, "I've never agreed to do this!" but another part was saying, "You owe Jerry this! If these women can do it so can you, besides it won't hurt anything to just see what the set up looks like. "
She had to admit she was curious to see what a setup like this looked like. Â Someplace in the back of her mind, she expected to see red velvet curtains or perhaps Playboy pictures plastered all over the place. Â What she saw was perfectly normal looking place. Â The furniture was probably what came with the mobile home;Â it was coordinated and didn't look too cheap. Â She could see into the kitchen and it was clean and appeared to be fully furnished. Â It looked like nothing other than an upper end mobile home that many of Jenny's students lived in and that she'd visited several times. Â She knew that she'd hoped that the setup would be so offensive that she'd find the will to flee. Â Instead, there was nothing to indicate that it was what it was. Â There was a woman Jenny guessed to be in her late twenties or early thirties sitting on the couch. Â She was dressed in the same type of clothes that Jenny was wearing. Â The kind of clothes you'd wear to a job interview where you wanted to look good.
Liz said, "I'm glad to meet you Jenny, we're always glad to have someone new.  I was hoping you'd join today.  No one minds doing our shift but I don't think there are any of us who look forward to one.  If I hurry, I can make my daughter’s volleyball game.  I didn't want to miss it, but I couldn't find anyone who could trade with me.  I'm so glad you decided to join us.  Let me fix you a pre-shift drink, what will you have? They have every kind of booze here you can think of. "
Jenny desperately wanted to say that she hadn't agreed to stay or decided to do this, but she couldn't seem to make the word get out, instead, she said, "Could you fix me a Rum and Coke with a lime?"
She didn't drink much and this was one that Jerry had fixed for her several times that wasn't bad. Â It might calm her nerves. Â She watched Liz go into the kitchen and in just a minute returned with her drink.
She drank about most of it in one long sip and then it hit her, "How did you know that I would be here, that Jerry would get beaten up? How do I know this isn't some sort of scam?"
Maria replied, "I wondered if you'd think of any of that.  I told you that these guys are in a position to help you, they are what are called rank.  There are two of them here right now; you'll be able to meet them when … if you go in there, and they will give you the assurance you'll need.  Your husband has been on the edge trouble almost from the day he hit the system.  He's been able to buy his way out of trouble but it was clear that he was getting to the end of his rope.  They ran a check on you and did a full check on your resources.  Remember these men have access to all the stuff that police have.  You were checked very carefully because they don't want to take any chances.  Normally they'd wait a couple of months, but your husband is balanced in a razor's edge.  They don't want him to either get involved in gangs, or to become a bitch.  These are good guys and they do hate to see an inmate get messed up.  You know that's true or you would have asked earlier.  I've been told that your husband only has a few days left before they move on him, if you don't agree I'll take you back to your car and you can see the changes in him the next time you come.  You have a choice Jenny, you can leave or you can let Liz go to her kid's game and come back to the bathroom with me and get read for your shift. "
Jenny felt her stomach twist into a very tight knot;Â she didn't have any doubt that the women were telling her the truth.
"Has it protected your husbands?"
They both nodded and Liz said, "I know that every woman who comes here feels guilty about some of the things we did that resulted in our men being in prison, but I feel good about what I do here to help him, even if he'll never know. Â Just the fact that I want to leave right now is a pretty good indicator that I'd rather not do it, but I also have to say that I'd do a lot more than this to keep Jim safe and it has kept him safe. Â He'd been here about three months when I joined, he was being beaten and there had been two attempts to rape him. Â I didn't know all of that at the time, he thinks that he was just lucky that he was transferred to library job and made friends with a guard. Â He thinks he's getting special help because of that friendship, but he's being protected by a lot more than that one man, and I'm the reason. Â At first I was afraid that it might be hard when he talked about people helping him, that it might be hard not to let him know what I know, or that I know the men he talks about better than he does. Â It was also hard to learn that there are things I can't help him with. Â When he breaks a rule I can't shield him, and he's gotten in trouble a couple of times. Â It's hard not to warn him when I know he's messing up, but that hasn't happened too often. Â He's a good man who messed up. Â That place is a hell hole, and I can't change that, but I can keep the monsters off him and if that means doing what I do, I can tell you I'm proud to do it!"
Maria looked deeply into Jenny's eyes, "I know this is hard, I know how you're feeling, I remember my contact and my first shift. Â I don't know anything about your sex life, but I can tell you it's going to be expanded beyond anything you've ever imagined.
Jenny was terrified, she could feel the edges of panic seeping in. Â Both women looked sympathetic but Liz also looked hopeful, not eager, just the way a woman would look who wanted to see her kids play and wanted some time off. Â Jenny took a long pull of her drink, she couldn't form words, she nodded yes. Â Liz looked very grateful, grabbed her purse, and went out the door.
Maria handed her a little pill.
"This is a very mild tranquilizer the doctor gave me. Â We have your medical history, it won't knock you out, that would defeat the purpose, but it will take a bit of the edge off later. Â Take it. "
Jenny didn't even think about it as she swallowed with the last of her drink.
Maria then said, "Jenny let me tell you how this is going to work, because it's going to be a little different from what you might have thought. Â Normally we don't spend all our time in the bedroom. Â These are good guys and we're not prostitutes. Â Normally we spend some time out here visiting and just catching up on what's happened since the last time we saw each other. Â We don't always end up in the sack, although it is always sexual too.
“Second what happens here stays here we don't know these men if we see them on the street or at the prison.  If you get in trouble or need help don't call them is that clear?"
Jenny, fighting panic, nodded.
"Today there won't be much beyond sex and some talk, but because you're new the men will be in the room when you get there.  When you walk in, they are going to ask you if you are there because you want to be.  Of course, you'll say you are, because it's the truth.  Later when you're not so nervous, we'll make a video tape that isn't the full truth for their protection.  They have enough protection and rank that they wouldn't be fired if this little setup came to light but it would hurt their chanced for promotion.  The men each have us for forty-five minutes, although they don't have to use the whole time and most don't.  You'll be dancing in that room over there.  Each of the dance floors has a backdoor to the outside that the men will used to come and go.  When you hear that big clock chime the hour you will go into the room, and you will be ready! Then some guys will want you to come right back out here, and talk and get to know you, and some might have it at attention and want you to come right over and take it in you.  You will let them be in charge, and you will do what they want.
Jenny had never had a panic attack, but she didn't see how it could be any worse than what she was feeling right now, as she let herself be led to the bathroom. Â It was much larger than she would have thought. Â It had also been modified, there were two sinks and a long counter where two women could apply their make-up side by side, but there wasn't anywhere to sit. Â There was a large shower and Jenny could see that it was setup with two showerheads on hoses so that two people could take separate showers at the same time. Â There was also a linen closet that Maria opened to show that it had a place to hang clothes as well as a huge stack of towels and washrags.
"We don't have to do the wash;Â they have someone who does that for us. Â We do need to change the sheets after each time, but you just drop the old one in the laundry room. Â The fresh sheets are in the closet in there.
A big part of Jenny was still convinced that she wasn't going to do this, even as she began to unbutton her blouse. Â She was a little surprised that she didn't feel more self-conscious about getting undressed in front of Maria. Â Jenny surmised that it was because Maria was a nurse and there was a certain clinical aspect to her persona as she was getting the shaving equipment she'd bought at Wal-Mart laid out. Â When Jenny finished unbuttoning her blouse, she put it on a hanger and unbuckled her belt. Â Jenny began trembling as she took her shoes off, then unzipped and stepped out of her pants. Â There was a surrealistic element to everything as Jenny hung her pants on the other hanger. Â As she reached behind her to unhook her bra, her fingers palsied. Â She used every ounce of her willpower to get her bra off;Â she couldn't muster any more to remove her panties.
"Take your panties off and wash your pubic hair with soap;Â I'll be using shaving cream, but the wetter it is the better. Â We don't want to nick anything and have you bleed all over your first dance partner. "
Jenny didn't know if it was the tone or the image of making a mess, something she hated to do, that galvanized her to take off the panties, soap up a washrag and begin to wash the area she'd been instructed to wash.
She'd just rinsed off the first soap when Maria said, "Okay hop up here on the counter and I'll show you how it's done. "
Jenny did, and Maria, explaining what she was doing, proceeded to shave Jenny from her anus to her waist. Â She didn't leave a single hair or stub. Â As Jenny watched as her genitals took on a prepubescent look. Â Maria had handled her skin, moving it to allow her to apply the shave cream and to shave it, but as she inspected to see if she'd missed anything Jenny was suddenly struck by just what she was doing. Â She wanted to cover her parts and her breasts with her hands like those cartoon images of women suddenly undressed. Â The only reason she didn't was that she was too embarrassed by what she'd already done to show how it was affecting her. Â As Maria inspected her down there, Jenny's grip on the counter turned her knuckles very white.
"Okay, have you ever douched before?"
Jenny shook her head.
"Well I'm not going to have time to show you now, but I will before your next dance. Â Now, this is our best friend," she said holding up a tube of K-Y, "These guys aren't making love to us, we aren't wives or girl friends, we're here to make them happy not the other way around. Â No one expects you to be turned on unless they work you up to it and I doubt anyone will try today. Â So use the K-Y to replace what nature would normally provide. Â Always put this in just before you go on the floor . .
Jenny had always been a tiny bit submissive and even though she blushed harder than ever before in her life, she accepted the tube of K-Y. Â It had a little tip on it that would let it be inserted into her. Â She was breathing very hard as she guided the tip to her entrance.
"You've never used this before have you?"
Jenny’s head gave a tiny shake, and knew her face achieved a new level of red.
"Just use a very little bit inside, you'll form some natural lubrication there and you don't want to be too slick or they won't feel you at all. Â Just take what you wipe off the tip and wipe it around the entrance, that's really all you need. Â Now the anus needs more, about what you'd put on a toothbrush, but you need to make sure the sphincter is well lubed. Â Hang on and I'll show you. "
While she had been talking, Maria had been getting undress as well. Â When she finished hanging her clothes, she went to a little bag and pulled out two tubes that were about half used. Â She squirted a very small amount on her finger and then proceeded to put it between her legs. Â She then put a larger amount on a finger of her other hand and Jenny watched as she put in inside her bottom.
"At least she didn't turn around, bend over to show me. " Jenny thought.
"You said you'd never done anal, neither had I, but like I said most of these guys will expect that. Â It doesn't have to be too painful. Â The hardest thing is that when they start to push in, you have to push like you're going to the bathroom.
She held out a short nightgown. Â It was sheer but not as daring as Jenny would have thought. Â She was grateful to have something to put on, watching Maria prepare herself for sex had been unpleasant to say the least. Â As she slipped it on over her head, it seemed that what she was about to do receded a little. Â She watched as Maria slipped on a similar outfit. Â She had been careful not to look at Maria's pubic area, but now she caught a glimpse of it. Â She was shaved as well, and it looked strange;Â Jenny had never seen a woman who shaved before. Â Maria had a lot of hair, and even in the quick glance, it was evident that her pubic hair covered a large area and was probably very thick.
"Jenny, we have bathrobes in each room, big heavy things, which you will wear if you are outside the room. Â If there are any kids here, you won't leave the room if they are in the living room. Â If they have to be inside they'll be back in the other bedroom most of the time, and they will always be there during the fifteen minutes you have to clean up. Â The men will not be seen by the kids at all, that's why they have the back doors.
"Okay, I know you're nervous, I'm nervous too. Â Take your K-Y tubes in with you;Â there's a little table in there that you can put them on. Â We've got about six minutes before we have to go in, but I suggest you go now, the major won't keep you the full time and you might want to talk when you've finished your dance. Â I'll be out early too and I'll show you how to douche. Â So, take a deep breath and let's go dance. "
Jenny was so nervous and so scared that she didn't think she could move, but Maria's hand on her back directed her out of the bathroom and escorted her to the door of the room she was told was going to be her 'dance floor' Maria opened the door into the room, pushed Jenny in, and closed it behind her as soon as she'd stepped past it. Â It wasn't a large bedroom, but there wasn't much furniture either, just a TV/VCR with a stand, the bed and nightstand with a light on it. Â The overhead light was on and it was very bright. Â There weren't any windows;Â instead, there was a door where a window had been. Â All of that Jenny took in by peripheral vision, all she saw was a man sitting up in the middle of the bed. Â He had the covers over his waist, but he wasn't wearing a shirt and he looked very naked. Â He lifted up the covers with one hand and patted the space beside him with the other.
Jenny didn't know where the strength or the ability to walk to that bed came from, but without being aware of moving she was there. Â As she began to get in, she was aware that she was clutching her K-Y tubes so hard it was a wonder that they hadn't burst.
He leaned over her, and whispered in her ear in a gravely voice, "Spread your legs for me. "
Jenny felt tears form just behind her eyes and turned her head away from him. Â He leaned further over her;Â Jenny could feel his erect penis on her right leg.
 "Spread those legs so I can fuck you. "
The gravely voice was totally unemotional, and Jenny felt her first tear fall.  He pushed his body against her, silently demanding she do what he'd asked.  Jenny opened her legs in response; she was unwilling, almost unconscious, but it was a demand she knew she had to obey … it was why she was here.
The man moved over her, on top of her, but holding his body above her, touching her but not using his weight. Â He used his knees to force her legs further apart. Â As the man held most of his weight over her Jenny was very aware that in scooting down, her nightgown had bunched above her waist. Â She felt the naked skin of his crotch on hers and she was paralyzed.
