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   The Body Worker

   by

   PlanetDweller

   (MF.  MFF, MFM, MMFFFFF, Mf, Mg, FF, Ff, Fg, FFFFF, groups in all
combinations, sex therapy, sex surrogacy, incest, pedo, family group sex,
therapist/patient, oral, anal, mast., light BDSM, hospice sex, sex
therapist training, sex surrogate training, menstrual sex)

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   Chapter 1: my short bio., and how I fell into the profession (MF, FMF,
sex therapy, sensual massage, sexual massage, oral, anal, mast., etc.)

   I have to admit it, I'm one of the luckiest guys in the world.  I have
one of the best jobs in the world, make a great living at it, and get to
have sex with women on a daily basis as part of my job.  But the reason I
feel so lucky as that, more than anything else, I get to help people, 99%+
of the time women specifically.  As a bodywork professional, my job is to
help women heal the scars of past and current sexual trauma and embedded
negative reflective sexual actions, through application of positive
bodywork principles.  Don't assume I'm a male hooker or anything close to
that; I'm a trained professional, and all my patients are referred to me
through my employer, which happens to be a professional psychiatric group
practice.  Every single action I take is within the law, and every single
moment of therapy is reviewed by my bosses, who are licensed M.D. 
psychiatrists or psychotherapy professionals.

   I will admit that certain bodywork sexual therapy regimens are just
barely within the confines of the law and/or the canons of medical ethics,
but not one finger is laid upon a given patient without the expressed
orders of one my supervising doctors, and all actions I take call to the
highest order of medical ethics which was the granddaddy of them all, the
Hippocratic Oath.  And I will admit also that professional sexual bodywork
therapy might be considered the psychiatric profession's, mainly the family
and sex therapy subgroup profession's, dirty little secret.  Bodywork
for/on a patient is used on a patient when talk therapy or drug therapy
either alone or in combination simply doesn't work, doesn't cure or hold
out a reasonable expectation for a patient's probable cure.  The bottom
line is, is that sexualized bodywork therapy, for certain patients which
have certain gross sexual dysfunction(s) that can't be treated by drugs or
talk therapy, works.

   That's why I am such a huge proponent of my profession, however
borderline legitimate it may seem to the more mainstream medical society or
society at-large.  In the two years I've been a bodywork professional, I've
come to believe in it more and more.  I have to admit that, at first, I got
into it because of the money, the opportunity it presented, that and to be
honest the fact I saw it as a way of getting laid more than any guy could
possibly imagine.  My profession has become so much more to me now, but
those more selfish motivations are what initially nudged me towards
considering it.  Perhaps a short bio would be helpful in understanding the
how and why of the past, before I get into the how, who, and where of the
present.

   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

   I grew up in a happy but lower class family in central North Carolina,
mother and father and one younger sister at home.  We weren't rich and
weren't poor, and because my parents didn't have the money to send me to
college, in retrospect we were more lower than middle-class.  After
graduating from Broughton High, I just bummed around from job to job, when
I wasn't slacking.  I flipped burgers, worked construction, ran a cash
register at a gift shop at Crabtree Valley Mall, did all sorts of normal
jobs a teen-ager with a high school diploma but not much else would do.  I
tried to get some scholarship money to go to 'State, but didn't have the
grades for any, and didn't feel like getting on the treadmill of debt by
taking out student loans I'd owe for the next half of my life whether I
could get a decent job after college or not.

   One Sunday I saw an ad for a nurse's aide at Rex Hospital in town, which
said the job had potential for advancement, with a starting salary of $8 an
hour with a potential to make $12 an hour or more.  Quitting my job as a
parts clerk at a car dealership the next day, I applied for and got the
job. Being six-three and two-hundred-twenty and nineteen, I got the job, no
problem.  Being a nurse's aide as opposed to a nurse, especially when
you're a male, is every bit as hard, dirty, nasty, and difficult a job as
you might imagine.  When ever a large patient needed to be moved, whenever
there was a task they didn't want to give to a female, I or one my
compatriotes was stuck with it.  Still, I enjoyed the work, I enjoyed
helping people, and I enjoyed the money.  Eventually, I went to night
school at Wake Tech, and became an LPN.  After six years of that and no
chance of advancing without a earning my RN which I didn't want to take the
two years off work and go to nursing college to earn, I became tired of it,
and decided to change careers.

   A chance ad in a local weekly freebie arts and entertainment paper lead
to me attending the Carolus School Of Massage Therapy.  After getting some
credit for some of my previous LPN coursework, and after a year of night
and weekend classes at Carolus in nearby Durham, I finally earned my LMT
(Licensed Massage Therapist) certificate and got my State license.

   Because I was a guy, and female massage therapists simply have an easier
time getting jobs, that's just the way it is, I'm not complaining, it took
me another six months before I finally found someone who would give me a
full-time job as an LMT, a group of sports medicine and physical therapy
physicians.  Of course they used me in much the same capacities as I was
employed at Rex doing, moving and positioning large patients and such, but
I also was given a fairly busy workload actually doing therapeutic massage
on patients, "apprenticing" under the PT's (Licensed Physical Therapists)
and orthopedic physicians there.  It was a great group of co-workers there,
even the doctors treated me and all other lower-level employees with
respect, and I loved working with "my" patients, both male and female.  The
positive feedback I received from my patients, how I knew my healing hands
made them feel and helped them heal, really made my job worthwhile.  The
money, while it didn't suck per se, wasn't anything to brag about, was a
little but not much more than I made when I left Rex Hospital, especially
when I would have a slack month of bookings, fifty percent of my salary
being commission-based on the number of therapeutic massages given during a
given pay period.  But I made enough to pay bills and have somewhat of a
life, and that was good enough for me.

   Two years and a bit into my tenure with the Raleigh Sports Injury
Clinic, I had another chance encounter, another stop of the wheel of my
life's synchronicity, which would change my life forever, and put me in the
where and when that I am at now.

   On a fateful day in February of that year, two years and some time ago
now, a certain Dr.  Carol Stein came to see me as a massage therapy
patient. While shoveling snow a few weeks back, she had blown a knee out
badly, and had also twisted her lower back and pulled a couple of muscles
in her thighs pretty badly.  Dr.  Mike, our chief surgeon, had ortho'd her
knee and that had healed very quickly, but she still was bothered by the
menu of pulled and strained muscles she had inflicted in herself while
shoveling snow that day some weeks back, mainly because (and she admitted
to as much) she kept doing too much, wouldn't follow Dr.  Mike's orders. 
And she knew better, she was a physician, if a mind physician, a
psychiatrist, after all.  It was on her fifth visit to me, which was to be
her last, that she dropped a bombshell on me.

   She was lying on my massage table face up, nude but a towel covering her
from breasts to just below her pubis.  I was working the DCL thigh muscle
she had pulled and which was still spasming from time to time, trying to
restore enough flexibility in it so it wouldn't tighten up and make her
double over in pain.  As I felt it relax underneath my fingers, Dr.  Carol
opened her eyes up just enough (it's common for my patients to doze off
while being massaged) to make eye contact with me, and asked me sweetly
"would you mind giving me a labial massage, too?"

   The one thing they drill into to you at massage therapy school, the one
thing my senior instructor, Pam, drilled into me while I attended there,
was that while all massage is a very intimate act, the only thing that
keeps State-licensed therapeutic massage from being considered on the same
level as illegal prostitution is the fact that a massage therapist can
never touch a client in a selfish, sexual way.  Doing so is the highest
breach of professional ethics.  That said, it was unstated knowledge sexual
contact does happen in therapeutic massage settings, sometimes, in certain
circumstances, with certain patients.  Rarely such sexual massage is by
verbal or written doctor's orders, more often it is simply a courtesy to
the patient.  Admitted, I had sexually massaged maybe a couple of dozen guy
patients who had requested it during my time at Raleigh Sports, and a
greater number of women patients.  My sexual massage with my women patients
were all longer-term patients, like Dr.  Carol, who I had a sense of, who I
thought wouldn't scream rape or inappropriate contact or try to get my LMT
license revoked.

   So, I went through my usual of protestations, about how doing so would
be the highest possible breach of professional ethics, how I could lose my
license if I did so, etc.  Dr.  Carol just looked at me and said "relax,
Eric, and I know the drill, and I also know that all massage therapists
selectively sexual massage certain patients who request it...if you want,
I'll get a prescription pad from my purse, and write myself a prescription
for a labial massage, which will protect you from all future liability..."

   "No, that's okay, Dr.  Stein, that won't be necessary"

   I massaged her outer and inner labia, then her clit, then gently frigged
her, then massaged her inner thighs some and went back to her labia and
clit.  She only had ten minutes left in her appointment block, and I
politely suggest she might want to hurry.  Plus, none of the treatment
rooms had locks on the doors, and while unlikely, it was possible someone
could burst in without warning and catch me doing something requested but
which could get me fired.

   "Would you mind doing a deep anal massage, Eric?"

   "No, not at all" I answered "but you only have a few minutes left...but,
sure..."

   I slipped a latex exam glove on, lubricated it with some massage oil,
and massaged two fingers deeply into her anus.

   She came twice that I could tell.  Getting dressed, she fished a
business card from her purse, asking me if I could drop by her office
sometime soon.  I replied honestly that the only time I could do so would
be after work, after normal business hours, one weekday.  She asked if
later that day would be convenient.  Seeing her office was way the heck out
in north Raleigh, traffic would be a bear during rush hour then, would make
a ten mile trip take fifty minutes to drive.  "Six-ish?" I asked.

   The smallish parking lot at her office condo complex off Millbrook was
empty, save a Porsche and an old '70 AMX with fading gold paint.  The drive
from Raleigh Sports' office in Cameron Village had taken an hour and
fifteen minutes, thanks to two wrecks on Wake Forest and Six Forks Road,
and I was agitated.  Taking some deep breaths, it occurred to me that I was
clueless as to why I was there.  She had simply asked me to come to her
office, and I had said yes.

   Usually, a situation like this is where a client asks me to work off the
clock, away from the office, thinking they can hire me cheaper than what
they're paying Raleigh Sports for my services, which I never do, insisting
they make their appointments through RSIC.  Focus.  Shaking my shoulders
and doing some jumping jacks to loosen up, my irritation with the traffic
faded enough to where my eyes and face looked calm, at least.

   The entire office condo complex was deserted.  The main door to Wake
Family Therapy, PLC, was locked.  Knocking, the sound of a key turning was
heard, and Dr.  Stein let me in.

   "Please, Eric, come on back to my office."

   "Why did you want to see me, Dr.  Stein?"

   "Please call me Carol, Eric"

   "Why did you want to see me...would you like a massage now, away from my
office, is that why you wanted to see me?" I asked politely.

   "Yes, partially, that and other reasons...would you like a softdrink?"

   She sat down beside me on the slightly worn dark-red leatherette couch
in her office, handing me a Pepsi as she sipped on a Diet Coke.

   "Eric, over the short course of you treating me as therapist to patient,
I've become very impressed with you...you're a true professional, and as a
medical professional myself, I appreciate the quality of care when given by
others...I'll...I'll get right to the point...when you gave me that anal
massage earlier today, that was the very best one I've ever had, no
question, you really do have a special talent, have special healing
hands..."

   "Thank you, Carol, I appreciate it...but I need to tell you, I don't see
clients off the clock, you'll need to call the office and make an
appointment to see me, I can't and won't breech my agreement with Raleigh
Sports."

   "Well, technically, Eric, since today was my last appointment for you to
massage my damaged muscles, we're no longer therapist and patient, which is
why I wanted you to come see me this afternoon."

   She turned her body more towards me, and her posture relaxed.  Her
facial muscles relaxed, she smiled a bigger smile while talking, her pupils
dilated noticeably.  Patients in the past had propositioned me enough to
where I recognized what was coming next.  Considering I hadn't gotten laid
in a three or four months, that was fine.

   "As an potential friend, Eric, I'm asking if you'd like to have sex with
me...please understand, first, that I'm basically a lesbian, have been
since my first husband divorced me many years back while I was still in med
school, and that my professional practice partner, Jean Forberg, and I have
been lovers for the past ten years...it's a committed relationship, we're
married, so to speak...but, I have to confess, the one thing I miss about a
hetero relationship is having a man's cock, not a dildo or tongue, up my
ass..." leaning in to kiss me, she whispered "Eric, will you assfuck me,
one friend to another?"

   A look of surprise came over me, and I couldn't help it.  My face even
blushed a little.

   "I'll suck you nice and hard if you'd like, and you can even fuck my
pussy some, if you'll spend most of your energy fucking my ass" she
continued.

   "Sure..Carol, s-s-sh-sure...how would you like to do this?" I
half-stammered.

   Dr.  Carol was a 40-ish, middle-aged-ish, slightly plump, but not
unattractive woman, large breasts that looked to be in the "D" cup range, a
somewhat large but not fat ass, slightly chubby arms and small hands and
small feet.  She stood up and turned her back to me.  I unzipped the seam
zipper in her somewhat matronly business skirt, she pulling her blouse
loose from the confines of its waistband.

   Flicking the hooks from her bra as she stepped from her panties, I stood
up as she sat down on the couch and help me undress.

   "Friends...I'm doing this as a favor to a friend, some one I like...a
friend" I reiterated.

   "Friends" she cooed back.

   I plopped back down on the couch and she leaned quickly to my cock,
slurping away.  My hard was immediate and powerful.

   "Everything you need is in the bottom file cabinet drawer, my Eric Dear"
she whispered, pointing to a four-drawer cabinet in the corner.  My hard-on
standing at attention, I waddled over to it, and fished three or four
condoms and a half-filled tube of KY from the assortment of sex toys and
samples of every conceivable contraceptive device and drug known to
mankind. Standing in front of her face, she resumed her sucking, opening
one of the condoms with one quick tear between teeth and manicured nails
like a pro, and rolled it onto my cock with her lips and tongue, something
no one had ever done to me before.  My hard was like iron.  My hands gently
groped her breasts as she sucked my rubberized dick.

   As she rolled up on the couch to present her butt to me, I asked as a
lover if she was sure she didn't mind a short pussy-fuck, before our anal
sex.

   "No, Eric, Dear, whatever you'd like is fine...just concentrate on my
ass."

   My hard being okay for the moment, my tongue found her pussy first as
she kneeled into the back of the couch, lashing her clit and labial lips
some.  Working my way up, my tongue then rimmed her anal pucker, then
penetrated her dark rose, as my fingers gently massaged her pussy and clit.
Scooting up to straddle behind her, my dick penetrated inside her, as I
grabbed one asscheek with one hand and pushed a lubricated thumb up her
ass, my short digit pressing through her Douglas Pouch tissue to where my
longer cock was one with it.  She bucked some and seemed to come.

   Pulling my thumb out and pushing my cock in, she moaned so loud with
unfetered passion that her office condo neighbors would have easily heard,
had it been business hours.  My right hand pushed forward for balance, my
left hand reached around to find and rub her clit, my neck leaned in and
our lips meet and tongues wrestled, a perfect passionate kiss.

   The grind continued for another fifteen minutes or more, but she didn't
want to lay flat down on the couch, and it was an acrobatic act to maintain
my balance on the six to twelve inches of couch space that my knees had to
work with, so, I picked up my pace for three or four minutes, and came.

   "That was incredible, Eric, simply fucking incredible...!!!" my Dr. 
Carol Stein-lover exclaimed.

   I shot her a sweet and polite but slightly cynical "yeah, right, you
probably say that to all the straight guys who fuck you in the ass" look.

   She kissed me full on the lips, playing with my still semi-hard cock as
she sat-lay in my lap, with a "no, silly Eric, I mean it!...thank you,
friend...Thank You...you were incredible, you have something, you gave me
something very special, something I haven't had in years...thank you.." her
voice trailing off as she leaned her face into my neck to snuggle a bit.

   Then, out of the silence save the whisper of traffic noise out on
Millbrook Road, came a slightly sarcastic clap-clap-clap-clap of someone's
hands in mock salute.  Standing in the slightly ajarred doorway between
Carol's office and Jean's office next door, was Carol's partner Jean.  She
didn't look mad, but she didn't look happy, either.  Her face didn't
register much at all.  Her hand between her legs, her fingers playing with
her cunt as she stood naked in the doorway, said quite a bit.  It shouted
that a threesome with the two of them was next, lesbians or not.  But it
wasn't to be.

   "Did he perform as good as he looked like he was doing?" Jean asked
Carol with deadpanned nonchalance.

   "Oh, yeah...Oh, YEAH...he handled me, the situation perfectly."

   "Do you think he'll do...do you think he's the one?..." Jean mumbled to
her with dispassionate indifference, talking to Carol as if I wasn't in the
room at all, her intended rudeness making me a little pissed-off at her
"...have you asked him yet?"

   "Asked me what, yet?" I interjected with concern.  Was this a set-up? 
Was this some sort of blackmail scam?  What the fuck was going on?

   "About a little business proposition we might have for you, that's what"
Carol responded as she pried herself from our embrace and Jean went back to
her office to get dressed again, as I and Carol did.

   I was unsure of what to do.  I knew I had been used.  But I had gotten
my own rocks off, I had used Carol, so I figured what the hell.  Getting
dressed, Carol sat in her executive chair behind her antique walnut desk,
as Jean came back in, dressed, her long and shapely legs stilting her thin
and shapely five foot nine fashion model frame.  Talk about an odd couple.
Jean pulled a chair around to next to Carol, as they motioned me to sit in
a chair in front of the desk.

   "I know you're a bit anxious and more than a bit curious, and maybe even
feel a bit used, Eric, but what we did was mutual, you wanted to assfuck me
as much as I wanted you to do it, or we wouldn't have, agreed?..." I
nodding my head yes in agreement "...but, I have to admit, Jean and I did
have a greater motive than just you and I having great sex this
afternoon...Eric, have you ever heard of the term 'bodyworker'?"

   I nodded my head "no".

   "Have you ever heard of the term 'sex surrogate'?"

   "Yes, I have heard of that term, Dr.  Stein" my language dropping a gear
to the more formal, as an expression of irritation and slight feelings of
betrayal.

   "I feel you have a special empathy for patients, for women in
particular, Eric, a special empathy and set of talents that could be put to
much better use as a bodyworker, as a sex surrogate if you will, than what
you're doing now as a massage therapist...interested...maybe?"

   "Possibly...what did you have in mind?"

   "Eric, Jean and I, along with our other partner Dr.  Kim Johnson, have
built up a thriving family and marital therapy practice in our 13-14 years
in business...we counsel mainly male-female couples in all aspects of
family, marital, and sex therapy...but, what we don't advertise, but which
the rest of the psychiatric community knows and which we bill probably
fifty percent of our billings from from outside referrals from other
practices, is that we have also have a thriving bodywork, sexual surrogacy
practice, a greater percentage of which has become female in the nine or
ten years that we've been doing this...what no one knows is that a couple
of weeks ago, two of our three professional bodyworkers quit at the same
time...yes, they were both women, and they fell in love, and left us to go
out West, just giving us two weeks notice, not even finishing out their
patient calendars...this has left in a real lurch, and a real potential
crisis concerning cash-flow...we need two bodyworkers, and we need them
now...but since the American Psychiatric Association doesn't recognize
fully the legitimacy of sexual surrogacy, actually frowns on most forms of
bodywork let alone some of the cutting edge stuff we do here in our
practice, it's not like we can put an ad in the classifieds for experienced
bodyworkers..."

   I nodded my head and mumbled some "uh-hu's" in acknowledgment, my eyes
not wavering from Carol's.  They may have been great psychiatrists, but
they were lousy businesspeople, Carol was laying all her cards on the table
upfront, not a terribly bright negotiating stance.

   "...I honestly do feel you have a special gift for relating to patients,
especially women patients...would you consider becoming a bodyworker in our
practice, Eric?"

   "And exactly what would be my duties, what would be my responsibilities,
and what would be my compensation, Carol?" I replied with a smile.

   "The crux of bodyworking, Eric, is that you would have sex in
therapeutic modes with women patients that would be within the aegis of our
practice...mostly women, and some couples, mostly male-female and some
female-female couples, and maybe one patient out of a hundred being a man
but you'd see the odd man only in a setting with another woman bodyworker
as a team...we'd send you to a special school for bodyworkers, we'd pay you
for attending it and pay all your expenses there and back, the proviso
being that if we had to fire you for just cause within the first year you
would owe use what we spent on your training or if you somehow flunked out
of the school either then you would owe what we spent on sending you
there...but we're not worried about that...after attending bodywork school,
you'd be in our sole employ...we'll offer you a great base salary, plus
non-expensible commissions on each patient you would see...we'll give you,
no, we'll insist on you living in a very nice apartment that's just a
quarter mile from here, where you'd live and where you would see all your
patients at as your professional therapeutic bodywork office too, an
apartment which will be 100% no-cost to you, except for your phone and
cable tv...and, you'll have delivery accounts at several local deli and
pizza places, where you can order whatever you'd like, your food bill will
be minimal...but more than anything else, Eric...friend, Eric...you'll be
helping many women who need a firm, strong, but gentle and empathetic
healing hand to overcome the gamut of sexual problems that society
dismisses women as generally having, let alone needing to have therapeutic
measures to cure...whad'ya say?"

   Jean came around and handed me a sheaf of papers and a videotape.  The
papers were a collection of non-disclosure, non-compete, non-prosecutorial,
indemnification, limitation of liability, personal services contract forms,
the whole nine yards.

   "Just standard forms that all our bodyworkers and other contract
employees have to sign.  For your protection and ours..." Jean spoke as she
walked back to her chair "...I'm sure you're curious about
compensation...that's on the first personal services contract, if you're
curious."

   Seven hundred dollars a week base salary, plus a commission based on
forty percent of total gross billings.

   "Just 40%?"

   "We are giving you a thousand-dollar per month apartment rent-free, plus
you'll see in the table below that paragraph that depending on total
year-end billings, you'll be eligible for bonuses that could add another
ten percent, for a possible total of fifty percent of billings...the
commission is addition to your base salary, it's not playable against that,
don't forget that" Carol intoned.

   "Ohhhh...I see" I mumbled as I read further.  It was obvious they would
be making money but not a fortune off my labors.

   "And.." Jean interjected "...even though you can never repeat this, and
will only be touched on but lightly in B-school, you'll basically have
unlimited pussy in this job...even though it can never be stated bluntly
like I'm doing now, as long as you accomplish the therapeutic objectives
for a patient that you are given by Carol or myself, there will be nothing
wrong with you enjoying yourself too, with you getting your own rocks off,
Eric...you're single...think about...unlimited pussy, limitless sex,
hundreds of women....in fact, the bodywork profession has learned over the
years that due to the beyond intimate nature of the job, that if you don't
partake of your own desires and pleasures, again within the therapy context
and making sure that whatever you do enhances the therapy and heals the
patient quicker, if you don't relieve yourself of the continuing sexual
tension with your patients, you'll blow a gasket, Eric, you'll simply go
bonkers and quit, to use a psychiatric term" Jean said with her first
pleasant smile and half-laugh.

   "Keep in mind too, Eric, that the average career life-span of a
bodyworker is just five years...fifty percent quit before their third year,
almost none last past seven..." Carol quipped "...that, and the sometimes
emotional turmoil you'll experience, you'll be in bi-weekly or weekly
therapy sessions with one of us as our way of monitoring your mental
attitude in health....a short career and an empathetic sinkhole of emotions
are the two greatest negatives of the job."

   "What about disease?"

   "With all the precautions taken with each patient before they are
allowed to participate in bodywork therapy, that's really a non-issue, but
prophylaxis modalities will be covered as part of your training in any
case..."

   "Well, Eric, what'dya say, you interested?" Jean half-sneered, bitch.

   "I really would like for you to seriously consider joining our practice,
Eric, my friend..." Carol smiled saying much sweeter "...we do need you,
too, no BS...if we don't get someone, actually two, within the next sixty
days, preferably the next thirty days, half our practice will be
irrevocably damaged, business-wise...we need your help...I honestly feel
you'd be perfect for this job...will you join our team, Eric?"

   "Can I see the apartment?" I asked with little-boy tone.

   "Just make sure you watch the videotape when you get home...you do have
a VCR, don't you?...." Jean asked sarcastically, bitch, I nodding "yes",
"...and read over the paperwork carefully, even have a lawyer read over
everything if you want, everything's above board with us, Eric."

   "But we will need a decision within 48 hours from now, or we'll have to
try to find someone else..." Carol cautioned "and, Eric, one other thing,
that's not in the paperwork...you'll...ahhheemmmm....cough...you'll also be
expected to 'service' me like you did tonight, usually about once per week,
as a friend, not billable...that's non-negotiable, Eric...is that okay?"

   "Sure, I don't have a problem with that, Carol...it was fun with
you...can we go see my new apartment now?"

   We drove in Jean's Porsche, leaving Carol's old AMX in the parking lot,
to the brick triplex down Woodland Ave.  and around to a cul-de-sac, where
it sat amongst a small collection of duplexes and triplexes.  The three
units curved around the lot, parking spaces in front of each one.

   Opening the front door, Jean flicked on the lights, and walked to the
sliding patio doors to shove them open and let some fresh air in.  A large
bedroom was to my left, a small kitchen with half-height counter to my
right at the far end, and a small anteroom, not much bigger than a large
broom closet which Carol said was intended for us as an in-home office,
tucked up under the steps to the second floor and extending to beside the
front door, a computer sitting atop a cheap desk next to a small window
which faced the parking spaces.  A small but working fireplace with gas
logs sat squatty in the back left corner.

   Outside through the patio doors was a large, wraparound deck that
extended a good ten or fifteen feet beyond the doors, a waist-high
semi-privacy fence on either side offering minimal but possible privacy
from the other two units, especially when the four-person outside Jacuzzi
at each porch area was in use.  Back inside, Carol took me upstairs to the
second floor.  Three rooms, again, one large bedroom, one small one, and a
smaller anteroom.

   "The downstairs is intended for use as your professional treatment
area...the bedroom downstairs is to be your treatment bedroom area...this
area is to be your private space...you can keep this furniture to use, or
bring your own, as you wish, but everything in the professional bedroom
stays as is..." Carol whispered, as she kissed me on the lips and grabbed
my crotch in a friendly but erotic way "...I really want to you to join our
practice, Eric, my friend."

   Jean was pacing as we walked back down the stairs.  I went inside the
"professional treatment area" bedroom, noticing a screen.  Peeking behind
it, lay a high-tech gynecological exam table, along with a stainless steel
coatrack and some stainless steel cabinets.  I couldn't help but laugh
aloud a light guffaw.

   "This place is for professional bodywork practice, Eric" Jean sneered.

   "Well, Eric, my friend...are you in or out?" Carol asked.

   "You said I could have two days to decide."

   "48 hours, kiddo" Jean shot back.

   "Two days..." I sidelipped.

   They drove me back to my car, and I went home.  I stayed up most of the
night, watching the tape about bodywork practices and methodologies, four
times.  The tape was fairly generic and really non-sexual in most ways, but
I picked up the subrosa text within the portrayals of female and male sex
surrogates, errrr, bodyworkers, working with female and male patients,
though they discounted and didn't talk much about male therapist-female
patient bodywork.

   My mind kept going back to what Jean said, about the job also having the
main side benefit of unlimited pussy, but most strikingly, what Carol said
about what I would be doing would be healing, would be healing women,
patients, and whatever slightly selfish pleasure I would receive would
simply be a side benefit.

   The next morning, I went into Raleigh Sport Injury and tendered my
resignation, offering them sixty days, so my calendar could be cleared and
I wouldn't leave them in a lurch.  They said sixty days wasn't needed, that
thirty or even just two weeks would be fine.  They implied but didn't come
right and say that they could replace me with a single phone call.  Pushing
it, I asked if they would still give me a good reference if I was to want
to quit right then, that I had a fantastic new job offer, not saying who
what or where, stressing that I didn't want to leave them hanging with
patients who wouldn't receive massage therapy because of my leaving.  Dr.
Mike told me that I had been an excellent employee, and they would really
hate to lose me, but if I had such a great offer, they wouldn't hold me
back, and they would be glad to give me an excellent employment reference.

   I shook his hand, thanked him profusely, then drove over to Wake Family
Therapy to personally tell Carol and Jean that I had accepted their offer.
They were both busy, but Dr.  Johnson, Kim, came out to talk to me.  She
said she was privy to everything, everything that had gone on last night,
and she was glad I had decided to come aboard.

   Walking me back to her office, she handed me the usual tax forms and
such to fill out, and then I spent the next hour signing all the legal
stuff and having it notarized by Mariva, the receptionist.  Once all that
was done, Carol and Jean came back to Kim's, Dr.  Johnson's, office, and
much to my surprise, all gave me a polite but sincere group hug, Carol
again kissing me on the lips in a more-than-friendly kiss.

   Reaching under a pile of papers on her desk, Kim handed me a plane
ticket to New York City, an itinerary, a company credit card that she said
had a five-hundred limit and was meant for emergency expenses, and a bank
envelope with five one-hundred-dollar bills inside it, Carol cautioning to
spend what I wanted on whatever I wanted, but to get receipts for
everything, and call if that wasn't enough.

   The itinerary showed me leaving for JFK Airport that Friday night, and
coming back Sunday night week.  I kissed Carol on the lips and Kim and even
Jean on the cheek, thanking them again and again.  Carol handed me two
thick three-ring binders of material, the covers of which were labeled
"Manual Of Therapeutic Bodywork", warning me not to let anyone see these
under any circumstances for any reason and to take them with me to my
bodywork school, then patted me on the butt and told me to scoot, that they
all had patients to see, and they'd see me when I got back.  I left their
office high on life, my feet fractionally inches off the ground.







   The Body Worker

   by

   PlanetDweller

   Chapter 2: Prep, and the trip up to New York (MF, mast., oral, straight,
sex therapy)

   The phone rudely awakened me at 6:30 the next morning.  It was Kim.

   "Uhhhhh...ohhh...uggghhh....hell....hellooo?" I mumbled into the
receiver.

   "Eric, this is Dr.  Johnson...."

   Cough...hack...clearing my throat...trying to wake up...

   "uhh...yes, Kim...Dr.  Johnson...what do you want?" I spake with sleepy
unintentional mild rudeness.

   "Eric, you darted out yesterday before I could finish telling you about
the rest of what you'll have to do before going up to your school...please
come by my office at eight this morning..."

   "I thought you, errrrr, we, didn't open up until nine?"

   "We don't, I won't be there, but Mariva will...you've got more tests to
take of all kinds, we need to have you do a complete physical, get blood
and fluid samples drawn, a ton of stuff, and it needs to be done today, if
you're going to make the class starting this weekend...otherwise, you won't
have time, and we'll have to find someone else..." she continued.

   "Uh...Oh...okay...no problem....I'll be there at eight".

   "Oh, and uh, Eric..."

   "Uh-hu"

   "Have you gone to the bathroom yet this morning, or eaten anything yet?"

   "No, I haven't, why?"

   "Please don't if you haven't....don't eat, or go to the bathroom at all,
if you can possibly hold it...it's for the tests...and if you have any
questions during the day, please call me directly, don't bother Dr.  Stein
or Jean, okay?"

   "Yeah, sure, 'talk to you later today" I finished.

   Mariva was waiting for me when I got to Raleigh Family Therapy's office
five minutes before eight.  She took me into the conference room and handed
me a stack of pre-printed tests.  One was a standard Meyers-Briggs
personality profile test, plus another one of some name I didn't recognize,
then a sexuality scale test to determine where on the homo-hetero line I
was, and a test for all the world was like one of those online "purity
tests", except this one was much more comprehensive, over a thousand
questions and scenarios, and was much more formalized in structure.

   Handing me a plastic brown bottle full of little white pills, Mariva
continued "Eric, these are MascuStat pills, they're the first clinically
proven oral male contraceptive hormone pills..."

   I shot Mariva an unvarnished look of disbelief, a look which didn't hide
what I was thinking, "you've got to fucking putting me on".

   "...don't give me that look, Eric, I'm serious..."

   "There's no such thing" I replied.

   "Yes, there is, and these are it...they've been available in certain
European countries for over twenty years now, and have shown to have
virtually zero side effects with 99.9% efficacy...the only side effects are
a small increase in libido, and a propensity to grow deeper and thicker
facial and body hair, that, and once in a while with a few men, some mild
headaches and stomach upset...anyway, after you finish your tests this
morning, take one at lunch, and every single day for as long as you're
employed here at Raleigh Family in your capacity as a bodyworker, you'll
need to take one per day, the very last thing before you go to bed...here's
a copy of the page about them from the EC (European Community) PDR
(Physician's Desk Reference, a guide to prescription drugs, Eric)...if you
have further questions about them, talk to Dr.  Johnson, OK?" Mariva
continued, I nodding my head silently in agreement.



   "And..." she started again, giving me several pre-printed forms
"...here's your authorizations for all the tests you'll need to take and
other errands you'll need to run...please look them over, ask if you have
questions, and ask especially ask if you don't know how to get to any of
the addresses where they're located, okay?"

   I looked them over, and replied "no, Mariva, everything looks fine, I
know where all these offices are, 'can find them at least".

   I really had to take a shit really bad and a piss even worse, but almost
busting with pressure, I made it over quickly to my first stop, MedFacts
Corp.  over on Computer Drive off Six Forks Road.  Damn near running in, I
handed the receptionist my paperwork, told her I couldn't hold my urine or
bowel movements much longer, and she quickly hustled me back to an exam
room.  A nurse darted in quickly behind her, handing me a urine specimen
bottle and a wax-paper bucket with lid for my stool sample, pointing me to
the bathroom in the corner of the exam room without saying a word.  Ahhhh,
it felt so good, to finally get some relief!  And, I had done what Dr.  Kim
asked me to do, held it all in until asked for it.  No way I was going to
screw the pooch on this opportunity of a lifetime.

   Coming from the bathroom, this nurse that really looked like a nurse,
early middle age with short hair and white posture shoes and a bit frumpy,
had a vampire table next to an exam chair all ready for me.

   She took two tubes of blood from my right arm, then two more from the
left.  The receptionist brought in a small cup of orange juice for me to
sip on, the nurse stopping me with a "not yet, not until I get a sample
first", swabbing the inside of my mouth in three different places with
three different sterile swabs, tossing them into separate sterile specimen
tubes.  Reaching in to retrieve an old x-rated porn magazine from the exam
table's instrument drawer, she busily labeled all the recovered specimens
while looking away from me with a "Mr.  Woods, please get undressed, and
masturbate yourself to a firm but not hard erection, and please, do not
orgasm while doing so..." she said as if talking to an appliance repairman
about her broken toaster "...I'll be back to collect the last specimens
needed in three or four minutes, thank you" she concluded, as she took the
other specimens out to the outer office.

   The porn was boring, and while I can always get an erection, even while
reading the newspaper, I just didn't feel like it.  I was playing with
myself, looking at the nastymag, when Nurse Ice came back in.  She gave me
a look of unbridled disappointment.  My erection was between half and three
quarters.  Motioning me back on to the exam table, she began masturbating
me herself.  Harder, but still not hard.

   "Would additional visual and other stimuli help you, Mr.  Woods?...this
is an important test, your employer is totally insistent upon it..." Nurse
Iceberg continued.

   "Sure...I guess, 'guess so..." I answered a bit shyly, unsure what I was
slightly embarrassed about.

   Getting up and locking the exam room door behind her, she quickly undid
her white nurse's blouse and scooted out of her bra, her gargantuan tits
with saucer-size nipples flopping onto her chest.  Cradling my cock between
them, she got me into a tit-fuck with a practiced ease.  That did feel
good. It finally got hard after a few minutes of this.

   "I can't give you oral stimulation without ruining the test, Mr.  Woods,
and you do need to come, and I need a sample of both your pre-cum and your
come...you're excited but not obviously sufficiently so...is there anything
I can do to expedite this process?" she asked friendly but professionally.

   "May feel your breasts and pussy, Nurse?" I asked with attempted equal
professional detachment.

   "Yes, you may".

   I played with her actually not-too-bad mounds of round while she stood
in front of me.  Standing up, I shoved my hand down her pants, and found
her cunt, beginning a slow frig.  She noticed a drop of pre-cum forming on
my urethral opening, and patted the exam table, motioning for me to scoot
back up there.  Masturbating me a little more, she got her sample of
pre-cum on a sterile swab, and then with both hands, managed to bring me to
orgasm, catching that specimen in another clear glass specimen jar.

   "Thank you, Mr.  Woods, you've been very cooperative" she said as she
got re-dressed and unlocked the exam room door.

   My next appointment was with a GP I didn't know and had never been to at
10:30AM.  Having a ton of personality and sexuality tests to fill out
before five that afternoon, I bided my time productively, filling them out
while waiting to see the doctor.  Finally, at a little past eleven a.m., I
was called back into an exam room.  I had expected an old fart of a
physician, but was treated to be examined by a very attractive lady doctor.
I know it was all clinical, but her looks didn't hurt, especially when she
was working my butt with that ol' fingerwag.  She pronounced me fit as any
sixty-year-old man she's seen lately, laughing at her own joke, as I got
dressed and headed for some lunch, stopping at the Arby's on Hillsboro St.

   I continued filling out the tests with my trusty number two pencils as I
scarfed down some roast beef and cheese sandwiches.  I hadn't even eaten a
single bite of anything for breakfast, per Dr.  Kim's admonition, and was
hungry.

   My next appointment, my last for the day, was at a photographer's, which
I didn't understand, but really didn't care, at 1:30.

   My session at the photographer's was bizarre, but harmless, I guess my
new employers had their reasons.  Basically, I was lead to a backroom at
the studio where there was a black backdrop with the thin white borders of
thin white lines forming one-inch or so squares on it.  While I was
completely naked, they made me stand, turn, squat, and pose in a wide
variety of stances and poses, while in front of the backdrop.  Damned if I
know why.  Like I say, though, unimportant.

   Finishing my photo shoot, I just drove around some to clear my head a
little, and ended up parking in the parking lot of Lake Johnson City Park
and finished filling out the tests at a covered picnic shelter area.  For a
February day, it was a perfect North Carolina winter day, no humidity, high
around sixty.

   Heading back to my new office, I dropped all the paperwork copies and
receipts from the tests and all and the personality tests and all off. 
While making small talk with Mariva, she is nicer than maybe I've indicated
so far, Carol, Dr.  Stein, popped around the corner of the hallway and said
"hi" to me.  I asked if she had a minute, and she said yes, just a minute.
We went back to her office, and I asked her about this MascuStat male
contraceptive pill, told I hadn't heard of such a thing, and had some real
concerns.  She asked if I had taken one at lunch yet per Mariva's earlier
instructions, and admitted that I hadn't.

   "Eric, my friend, my employee, you've done real well so far, but it's
important to always do exactly as I, Jean, or Kim tell you to do... 
otherwise, this arrangement is not going to work out...  I'm not scolding,
just reiterating...do you understand?"

   "Yes, Carol, I understand"

   "Good...take one of those pills right now, and from now on, you must
take one each night last thing before bed, okay?"

   I went out to the bottled water cooler to get a cup of Le Bleu, and
walked back in to her office to let her see I was indeed taking a pill
right then.  She was on the phone, but still motioned me in.  I had another
couple of questions.  I wanted to ask her about this Polykinetic Bodywork
School, especially me being put on the hook for right over $10,000 to the
practice, if I was fired or quit during the first year.

   "Eric..friend, it's real simple..." she said with sweet face as she
reached across the table motioning me to extend my arm and hold her
outstretched hand "...trained bodyworkers are in such high demand all over
the country, it's such an exclusive occupational category that you're
becoming a member of, that once you become trained and get a little
experience and learn the business part of the business, learn who's who and
where's what, that you'll probably be headhunted by other practices in
other States, particularly in the major metro areas, you'll probably get
offers that will be much higher than what our modest practice can afford to
pay you here...that indemnification agreement is simply our way of
protecting ourselves from getting stuck for the ten or eleven thousand
dollars, should you decide to leave us...we're making a commitment, and we
feel you're making one to us...this just puts it in black-and-white, that's
all".

   Made perfect sense, what Carol was saying, so I bought it at face-value.
Leaning over her desk to kiss her a friendly good-bye one, she grasped me
behind my head and firmly lip-locked me for a minute or more, her tongue
finding mine inside my mouth.  I smiled as I pulled away to leave, she
mirroring one back to me.  Then she handed me a sealed business-size
envelope, telling me not to open it under any circumstances, until I was
actually on the plane heading to school that following Friday, I nodding in
agreement.  Another mystery, but again, I didn't care.  I simply didn't
care.

   "See you when I get back" I whispered as I blew her a friendly kiss as I
turned to head out.  I thought to myself that she would make a really nice
girlfriend, even if she was probably fifteen years older than me, that,
that and the fact she wasn't already married to another lesbian.

   The next day was a total slack day.  I studied my bodywork handbooks as
best I could, but a lot of the concepts presented were so far-out, so
cutting-edge, that a lot of them didn't make a whole lot of sense to me.  I
figured everything would be explained to me at the bodywork school.  Mariva
called about lunch and told me the lab had screwed up and they needed to
re-swab the inside of my mouth.  I asked what on earth that test was for,
and she replied "honestly, I haven't the foggiest".

   I ran by MedFacts and they did another series of swabs on my tongue and
gums and roof of my mouth, and I was flat out of there in five minutes.  My
life was changing, certainly, hopefully for the better.  My salary had been
increased twenty-five percent plus just on base alone that week.  I felt
like treating myself.  I went to Sam's Steakhouse since I was in the part
of town anyway, had myself one of their perfect prime ribs, washing it down
with a couple of Heinnies-on-draughts, and went home and to bed early.

   Friday-day was just a blur.  I remember trying to study my manuals some,
but couldn't concentrate, so I just cat-napped away most of the day in my
easy chair, ESPN creating a drone of white noise on the tube.  A siren off
in the distance woke me up from my shallow slumber around three, lucky for
me.  My plane for NYC was due to leave in about two hours, and with the
traffic on '40 and all, and all the incoming business people coming home
for the weekend from out-of-state, I knew I had better skee-daddle on, so I
wouldn't miss my flight, and screw up my life.

   I have to admit that this was only the second or third time I had ever
flown anywhere.  Somehow, I got in my head that the practice was going to
fly me up first-class.  Yeah, right, fat fucking chance.  My USAir 737
heading to JFK Airport in NYC stunk like a week's worth of mixed body odors
and stale food and alcohol witch's brew of smells.

   The odor of burned kerosene fumes from the idling engines outside also
mixed in with the other bitch's brew fumes, rolling in from the open cabin
door at the front.  I felt I was going to be airsick soon, and we hadn't
even begun to taxi for takeoff.  My seat, my narrow-assed coach set, was
all the way in the back, the back of it pressed against the bulkhead next
to the toilet.  At least they had booked me an aisle seat, where I could
stretch out my six-three frame.

   The plane was nearly empty, five or six passengers total.  The RDU
terminals had been nearly full of the herd of human cattle returning from
their business foraging expeditions the week before, but my flight heading
up, away from the destination that most of the rest of the traffic was
seeking, was nearly empty.  A short, plumpish, but well-groomed woman made
her way down the aisle with two carry-ons dragging.  Opening the overhead
compartment above me, she saw it was full of my bags, and opened the one
next to it, asking if I minded helping her put her things in the overhead,
since she was a little vertically challenged, making a harmless joke at her
own expense.  I told her I didn't mind at all, 'happy to help.  She sat
down in the middle seat of the three abreast row next to me.  I suggested
she might want to move up to one of the empty rows where she could have a
whole row to herself, that the flight crew didn't care.  She smiled, and
moved one over to the window seat instead, settling in for takeoff.

   The plane glided out above Umstead State Park next to the airport,
turning a one-eighty to head north to Naw Yawk.

   The setting sun pierced the window, lighting my seatrow companion's face
like a painting.  A few minutes of silence, then I introduced myself.  I
told her my name was "Eric", and that I was heading to NYC to attend a
week-long training conference that my employer was paying me to attend. 
She introduced herself as "Margot", and said she was also heading that way
for something similar, asking me where I was staying when I got to town,
just making friendly smalltalk.  Absentmindedly, I replied "at the Roslyn
Harbour Inn, in a little town just outside New York City called Roslyn, I
think it's out on Long Island somewhere".

   Her mouth visibly dropped.  "Eric...it is Eric, right?"

   "Yes, Margot, call me Eric" I smiled back.

   "Eric...Eric, you by chance wouldn't be going to attend a workshop that
has the word Polykinetic in the name of it, would you?"

   My own mouth then dropped, too.  "Margot, is your employer, by sheer
chance, Raleigh Family Therapy on Millbrook Road in Raleigh, are you a
recent hire, and by chance, do you have a sealed envelope in your
possession that Dr.  Carol or one the doctors told you not to open until
you were in the air?"

   "Yes, Eric...to everything".

   Total silence for ten or more minutes.  Carol, for some bizarre
reason(s), had played another one of her byzantine games on me.  I stood
up, opened the overhead, fished my sealed envelope out of my jacket, and
sat back down to read it.  As I began reading mine, Margot got hers out of
her purse, and began reading her own letter to her from our new bosses. 
The letter to me basically introduced me to Margot, giving me a short bio
of her, said that she was their other new employee that they had hired to
replace the other employees that had left, and that she and I would be
apprenticing under Connie, the long-standing bodywork employee of Raleigh
Family, once we got back from our training.  Connie was burned out, having
hit the old five-year brickwall of being a professional, full-time
bodyworker that Jean and Carol had mention during my recruitment, but had
agreed to stay on until Margot and I or whoever had completed the rest of
their apprenticeship under her.  It went on to say that we two were to be
the core of their bodywork team, that we would be working extremely closely
as a team once we got back, and that eventually, we would also mentor any
new bodywork employee-recruits they might hire in the future.  It concluded
by telling us that we would partnered together during our classes soon to
come, and since we would literally be having sex in every conceivable way
hundreds if not thousands of times in the future, it was within the
"rules", it was okay for us to go ahead and have sex tonight if we wished,
just for fun.

   I was stunned, and by the look on Margot's face, she was equally
stunned. Silently, I handed her my letter, and she mine.  Her letter read
boilerplate identical to mine, except hers contained my bio of course
instead of hers, and the possessive presence was changed to me and not her,
if you know what I mean.  Stunned.  Fucking stunned.  Carol and them had
played matchmaker to Margot and myself, without ever asking us let alone
introducing us, they had fucking basically "married" us without ever
letting us meet first and say yeah or neigh, married us at least in the
professional, the health professional slash professional bodyworker sense
of the word.  Fuck them.  My blood immediately boiled inside at this gross
deception, then fell back to a simmer, then to a bearable warmth.

   I looked over at Margot Kendra Knight sitting in her window seat.  My
eyes took her in, totally.  4'11", 125 lb.s or so, pageboy-cut deep
brunette hair, thick-lensed glasses inside a plain dark frame, green eyes,
shapely 34D or slightly larger tits, a reasonably narrow waist and hips
that were in proportion to her height and weight, wearing enough jewelry to
be an Arab bride but tastefully so in the right places, small hands with
delicate fingers, small feet, her package fitting nicely in her solid black
off-the-rack Stein-Mart dress.  Not bad, really.  Considering that my
bridges were burned and that, apparently, Margot and I would be sexual
partners for the next some years many times more than any similar married
couple would be in the same time frame, if so in a professional not
passionate sexual way, I, I mean Carol and them, could have done a lot
worse to or for me.  And, Margot seemed to have a high sense of
self-confidence and self-assurance that just radiated her basic niceness
and decency and empathy and yes, raw sexuality just under the surface.  She
projected a sense that she liked everyone and most everyone liked her, and
that she could handle herself in most any situation.  Truly feminine. 
That's the feeling I'm looking to express.  All woman.  Velvet dynamite
inside a healing and nurturing package.  Yep, I could have done a lot
worse.

   Margot was similarly scoping me out, probably, hopefully thinking along
the same lines I was.  She smiled at me, and I smiled back, genuinely.  She
got up and sat back down in her original seat assignment, next to me.  I
took her hand, intertwined our fingers, kissed her on the forehead, and
asked "Margot, 'everything okay?".

   Looking deep into my eyes for reassurance, finding it, she replied "Yes,
Eric, everything's fine", smiling a most sincere smile back to me still.

   Our plane slid through the star and street-lit darkness of New York
City, bumpily touching down on an empty outer runway at JFK.  We two being
at the rear, being last off the plane, I put my arm around Margot's waist
as a sign of trust and friendship, she returning the gesture.  Exiting into
the New York City piss-smell from USAir's passenger enclosure, three older
black guys in dark uniforms waited as a group together, one holding up a
sign that read "Woods", another that read "Knight".  We walked up to them,
and said who we were.

   "Have any checked baggage?"

   "Just one piece" I replied.

   "I had two" Margot chimed in.

   "Let me have your baggage claim stubs, so we can fetch them for you."

   I shot him a puzzled look, like it might be some sort of big-city scam
to steal my luggage, but he quickly pulled a letter of introduction out
from his pocket, a short two line letter on a Polykinetic Bodywork
Institute letterhead and signed by one Dr.  Hugo Chaim, telling to whom it
may concern who his employees were.

   One of his helpers took our claim checks and went off to get our luggage
for us.

   "We've got three more coming..." "Mac" said, "...and their plane won't
be in for another two hours, they're flying in from the west coast, we'll
all have to wait together...would you like something to eat or drink?"

   I looked at Margot and she nodded her head "yes".  We started to wander
off to one of the clipjoint restaurants down the terminal's hallway, but
Mac caught up quickly to us, with a "Mr.  Woods, Ms.  Knight, we need to
stay together as a group...burgers okay?...let's go to that restaurant over
there", pointing to a semi-fancy for an airport terminal sitdown restaurant
with semi-open seating.

   As we walked, I couldn't help but notice a somewhat plump but
nice-looking and nicely-built middle-aged 40-ish white lady, and a late
20's, tall and rather thin but shapely with small breasts light-skinned
black chick with straightened hair and huge eyes also fall in behind us, as
part of our little group.

   "Oh, my manners..." Mac chirped "Eric, Margot, this is Gwen..." our
hands reaching to shake hers, our middle-age lady friend "...and this is
Maddy", a round of continued handshakes and pleased-to-meet you's being
exchanged.  "Everyone here..." Mac continued "...is to be attending the
seminar together."

   "You say there's three more coming?" I interjected.

   "Yes, I said that..." Mac replied toastily "...but they're coming in
from the west coast, they'll get together on a connecting flight at Lambert
Field, errr, St.  Louis, and their flight won't be in for another two hours
or so...I'm hungry too, let's eat."

   Since Mac said the Institute was paying, we all splurged a little.  I
had a $40-some dollar filet mignon, and Margot had a nearly equally
expensive grilled swordfish.  For an airport hole-in-the-wall restaurant,
the food wasn't bad at all.  Mac sat a separate table with his two helpers
away from us, the other one having come back, telling us our luggage was in
the hotel shuttle van already, as we four ate together, sharing
conversation and harmless tidbits about our lives with each other.

   Gwen was fascinating.  It turned out she was a former RCMP (i.e.,
Mountie) officer, and having been shot in the line of duty during her
sixteenth year on the force, was offered an early retirement package at
full half-salary and benes, which she took.  Her thick middle Canadian
accent amused all of us, and I told her so, she noticing that I didn't lack
for my own accent, my flat North Carolinian one, said with a smile.  Maddy
was a NYC native, Brooklyn born, who had left when young, her parents
moving frequently, and had lived all over since, living "upstate"
currently. Gwen was an RN, having taken nursing up as a second career after
retiring from the RCMP, and mainly had been a private duty nurse, where she
could set her own hours, not needing a full-time job with her RCMP pension.
Maddy was a PT, a licensed physical therapist with licenses in New York
State and California and a handful of other states.  Margot mentioned to
the them that she was an EMT, had been one since after high school, but was
tired of the discrimination she faced daily on the basis on her height and
gender, and was tired of having to wear a flakjacket all the time because
of the constant daily danger she faced in her job when called to rescue
OD'ing crackheads and such.

   Both Gwen and Maddy were also going to work for psychiatric practice
groups after the school, much like Margot's and mine Wake Family Therapy
group.  I asked them all if they really had any idea what to expect, other
than apparently we'd be having a ton of clinical-based sexual bodywork
training of some sort next week, admitting I didn't, and felt a little
anxious because of the uncertainty of it all, they amen'ing me.

   Mac fetched and paid our tabs, then motioned us to follow him.  We
walked down and to a horizontal escalator between concourses, then up some
stairs and made a long walk to a gate near the very end of a concourse.  In
a few minutes, a TWA jet pulled up to our gate, and a handful of passengers
disembarked.  Mac held up a sign that read "Rogers", another helper held up
one that said "Patel", and the third "Garingoko".  A very young and
attractive Indian as in India the country woman walked up to the Patel
sign, an even younger, she couldn't have been much over 18, Japanese beauty
walked over to the Garingoko sign, and someone who looked to be a
world-class runway model, mid-20's or so, perfectly cwoff'd medium blond
hair, perfect medium fashion model build with small but not tiny tits, who
carried herself with the ease of a trained model, walked over to the Rogers
sign that Mac was holding.

   "Florence, Surawan, Keiko, this is..." Mac continued as he completed all
the introductions.  "By the way, there's one more to be in your group, a
Nick Black, but he's a local, and is already checked into the
hotel...Florence, Surawan, Keiko, we've already eaten...would you like to
stop and eat before we leave?...it's on the Institute", all of them shaking
their heads "no", mumbling something about a rough flight and going through
a thunderstorm and all feeling queasy.

   Mac lead his merry band of professional sex bodywork wannabes through
the airport to baggage claim to pick up Keiko's and Surawan's and Flo's
("please don't call me 'Florence', she had gently scolded Mac) luggage,
Mac's helpers putting it on a chart and lugging it behind them, as we made
our way to the parking deck.

   I had expected a real limo, not a van, but Mac had said "hotel shuttle
van", and that's what it was, looked close to an airport car rental shuttle
van.  At least it had room enough for all and luggage and then some. 
Margot and I sat together on one of the bench seats and made small talk,
holding hands.  The rest initially sat apart and kind of ignored each
other. As our longish trip continued, one hour then longer, the other girls
finally moved around the van some, sitting together briefly in twos and
threes and making small talk.  A rolling chick party, haha.

   Even though it was dark, what we could see of the Roslyn Harbor Hotel
was impressive.  Concierge service out the ass.

   You couldn't pick your nose without a hotel employee asking if they
could do for you.  Lavishly furnished lobby.  Nine story tall rooms-area
stack.  Smelled like money, old money.

   Mac lead us into the bar off the main lobby, telling the bartender that
whatever we wanted was to be on Dr.  Chaim's account, and went to get our
keys.  Margot sipped on a red wine, I on a Michelob on draught, and the
rest of our hen party on wine coolers or light cocktails, as we sat at a
large round table together, kind of all snuggled together close, realizing
this was "it", that we were where we were for what and when and why we were
there.  The rest of the girls began playing hand-s's a little, as mock
PDA's, even though there were a few people drinking at the bar or eating at
tables near us.  Realizing the people were turning to look, the public
displays of fake but nice affection quickly died down.  I kissed Margot on
the lips, though, and she kissed back.

   Mac brought our room keys over.  They were a thick paper square, 2"x3"
or so, with punched holes in them, a kind I had never seen before. 
"Everyone know how to use these keys?" Mac asked the group, we all nodding
or mumbling "yes".  The keys were on a large, thin metal ring, to which a
standard key was also attached.  "The metal key is for the lock mechanism
in the lobby elevators for the ninth floor, which is the only way to access
the ninth floor...please, please don't lose that ninth floor elevator key,
or there'll be hell to pay...I'll show you how to use it when we go up
shortly" Mac finished.

   His helpers taking our luggage up on large flat carts via the freight
elevator to our rooms, we all piled into one of the main lobby elevators,
Mac pushing his ninth floor key in and turning it to the right.  "You can
only turn it to the right...at the lobby, it takes you directly to the
ninth floor...at the ninth floor, it takes you directly to the lobby....if
you are on the ninth floor and want to go to any other floor, and there
shouldn't be any reason this week that you should, you'll need to go to the
lobby, then hit a button for floors one through eight, just like you
normally would...any questions?" he finished, we nodding our heads "no".

   Our luggage was already in our room when we opened it up, and the heat
had been just turned up.  One giant, king-sized bed.  I'll give Carol and
them credit, they're not bashful or subtle, not at all.  Margot and I
filled the bed with our luggage, and pulled out a few things, mainly
toiletries and such for our own use that week, my razor and Margot's
feminine things and such, ferrying them to the bathroom, then pulling some
but not all clothes out from our bags and hanging them up on the standard
hotel theft-proof clothesrack.

   "Feel like a shower, together?" I nicely asked Margot.

   "Sure"

   The wall of high pressure and very hot water melted away our trip grime.
I shampooed her hair, and she mine, I having to kneel and hold my knees so
she could reach the top of my head.  We kissed, a long time, not as lovers
since we hardly knew each other, but as beginning friends, friends who soon
would be bodywork professionals working together.

   We kissed and groped each other as the cleansing pure hot water washed
our future sins away.  We knelt down together in the shower, she pressed
against the wall and me to her back, and my cock entered her.  We craned
our necks and kissed as we fucked.  She felt so warm and wonderful and
all-woman-ly in my arms.  Our partnership was going to be great, that was
obvious.  My knees were starting to hurt, and I asked if her knees were
hurting too, against the cold hard tile shower floor, she nodding "yes".

   We stood up, and I forced my hand between her legs as we kissed, Margot
coming within a couple of minutes from my frig.  She dropped to her knees
for just a moment, took my member in her mouth, and put my hands on either
side of her head, in a gesture that it was okay to fuck her mouth.  I held
her head tightly as I fucked her sweet womanly oral opening, just letting
go and coming within a minute, knowing her knees would start hurting soon
if I didn't.  Finishing rinsing off, we toweled each other dry, then headed
to bed, and our future.

   As I pulled back the cover, there was a big, red posterboard sign with
the words "Eric, take your damn pill!, talk to you and Margot next week,
Love, Carol".  Damned if Carol wasn't as relentlessly mother-hen-ish as she
was non-subtle.  I stumbled back to the bathroom to find a waterglass and
take my damn MascuStat fucking male fucking oral contraceptive pill, fuck
Carol, if she was my boss and basically a decent person.  I have to admit,
though, that without the note, I was so tired from the trip I would have
forgotten.  Margot was already under the covers when I got back to bed just
a moment later.  I pulled her back close to my chest and snuggled with her
as we fell asleep together.  The next conscious memory was some hours
later, the phone ringing an un-asked-for wake-up call at 7AM, courtesy Dr.
Chaim & Co.

   "Please assemble in the training room for your first orientation in one
hour please...just look to the left out your door and you'll see the sign
in front of the training room out in the hall...thank you, and good
morning, and welcome to Roslyn and The Polykinetic Bodywork Institute",
then, "click".

   I gently shook Margot awake, and the second step of our journey together
began.

   The Body Worker

   by

   PlanetDweller

   Chapter Three: Day 1, or, The Journey Begins

   I took a quick rinse-off taking a soap-less shower as Margot got in a
quick doze, not wanting to get up.  Getting out of the shower, I walked
over to bed and kissed her awake, telling her she really needed to get on
up, or we'd be late.  I was finished shaving and dressing by the time she
was finally out of the shower.  Waiting a little impatiently while sitting
at the foot of bed, watching a local tv channel on the hotel's cable
system, I began pacing a little around the room, and noticed a door toward
the glass backwall of our large, expansive room I hadn't noticed earlier,
which lead to a room with bookshelves full of books and a nice-looking
executive desk and a nice couch and all.  I had never heard of a hotel room
having a study in it before.  Leaving the study, I glanced at Margot
finally finishing getting dressed, and noticed another door across the room
from the study, which lead to a kitchenette area, complete with fridge and
oven and stove and microwave, the whole bit.  "Must be what they call one
of those 'suite' hotels", I thought to myself.  Nice.

   Margot and I friendly-kissed silently and walked out of the room
arms-on-waist, looking to the left per instructions.

   Along the hall's wallspace between the two elevators was a desk with a
uniformed hotel employee behind it which hadn't been there the night
before. A little further past that, Gwen and Keiko popped out of one of the
rooms we walked past, joining our short hike to the classroom, we noticing
a hotel lobby-type sign on a chrome stand with movable white letters that I
couldn't read another fifty feet or more down down this long corridor. 
Politely, I asked the uniformed hotel guy if that was our classroom,
assuming he knew who we were and why we were there, pointing to the sign in
front of the double doors, and he nodded yes, the walkie-talkie in a stand
on his desk softly crackling with unintelligible gibberish.

   Maddy, Surawan, Flo, and a tall, well-built Italian-looking guy who I
assumed was Nick our other classmate, were already in the classroom,
milling around making small talk, eating bagels and fruit and Danish and
such from the open breakfast bar which had been set out for us.  Gwen and
Keiko and Margot and I grabbed some grub from the table, another uniformed
hotel employee behind the table spread preparing our orange juice or coffee
or whatever we wanted to drink.

   We walked over and introduced ourselves to Nick.  He seemed like a nice
guy.  Thick, heavy New York-Brooklyn-Queens accent.  Curly dark brown hair,
much like my own, except even curlier.  Looked like an exercise freak.  A
little shorter than me, six foot even or so.  He shook my hand and kissed
my lady companion's hands, a real smoother.  But he didn't have what I
would consider to be a New Yorker's attitude.  He seemed more relaxed, not
wired at all, pleasant.

   The clock on the wall read ten 'till eight.  I scoped the room.  Large.
Maybe thirty feet deep or deeper, maybe a hundred feet wide or better. 
Slideable accordion partitions every thirty feet or so, standard hotel
practice, to make the room bigger or smaller as needed.  Large projection
tv in towards the back, a projection screen behind it.  In front of that, a
short lecturn, and in front of that, a couple of office desks and chairs,
an overhead projector to one side.  A phone on one desk.  I notice things
like that.  A Dry-Erase board on an easel.  In front of all that, a row of
smallish, maybe four feet by two feet, small conference-style plain tables,
two chairs at each one.  Small stacks of papers atop each one, pens beside
the papers, along with some folded paper signs with our names on them in
large block letters.  To the left far side, doors for men's and women's
bathrooms, and a room which was labeled "showers"...curious.

   To the right, a pile of old junky equipment and stuff, stacked beside
four gyn exam tables which had lockable caster-wheels underneath each
corner of each respective one.  Four beds on coasterwheels also pushed into
a glump.

   Near that, another random pile of curious stuff, what looked like
partial human anatomy "dolls" (I don't know of any other way to describe
them), full-size navel-to-knees anatomy dolls, both male and female, some
360-dimensional, some 180-sideview-cutaways, some of them having what
looked like electronic display panels attached to them.  Stainless steel
medical tables and carts in random order.  A wire rack full of boxes of
exam gloves and other medical supplies.  Nick came up behind me and touched
me on the shoulder, breaking my concentration.  The girls were sitting down
at the desks near the lecturn near us, their chairs pulled around to a
semi-circle.

   "It is good to meet you, Eric..." Nick chatted "I'm glad that you are
here...I've been waiting a couple of months for this to happen...up until
last week, it looked like I was going to be the only guy in class...it's
good that you're here, Eric...you wanna go get a beer by ourselves sometime
this week?"

   "Sure, Nick, that'll be great, I'll be looking forward to it...hey Nick,
they got you taking this MascuStat shit too?"

   "Yeah...I never heard of such a free-king thing in my life"

   "I hadn't either, until my bosses told me I had to take it as a
condition of employment"

   "I figure, from the sheet they showed me, that it's harmless
enough...they told me it was either that, or a vasectomy..."

   "My bitch bosses didn't mention that option to me...hey Nick, you know
what to expect in this class?"

   "Well, kinda, kinda not...basically, I think we're going to be trained
by what is in 'the book'...you got your manuals already, doncha?"

   "Yeah...I've been trying to study them, but a lot of that shit in there
makes no sense"

   "Yeah, I know..."

   We chatted for another two or three minutes.  I give Nick my long and
short, he mentioning that he had been trained as a combat medic while
serving in the Army, but that soon after his MOS school they assigned him
to different base hospitals, where basically all he did was grunt shit
work, much like I had done initially at Rex early in my career.

   He had quit, didn't re-enlist, and had fallen into a New Age-ish health
career, where he had been making a decent living doing reflexology (feet
and hand massage), iridology (using examination of the eye to diagnose body
illnesses), colonic irrigation therapy (like it sounds), before being
recruited a few months back by Mrs.  Dr.  Chaim herself to be trained as a
bodyworker and work within her and Dr.  Chaim's professional marital and
family sex therapy group.

   The clock read eight-twenty-one.  A seriously looking wrinkled skin
almost diseased-in-appearance balding old man with scraggly white goatee
beard and wrinkled old clothes and scuffed shoes walked into the room like
he owned the place, a plump woman stuffed into a cheap print dress two
sizes too small wearing orthopedic prescription shoes trailing behind him.
He went up to the DryBoard and wrote his and her names in large letters. 
Turned out he actually did own the place.  Clapping his hands several times
to call the class to order, he bellowed "welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to
my hotel, to my institute, and to my class, my Polykinetic Bodywork
Institute class, Class Of February 1997...please, stop your conversations,
and take your seats."

   Margot and I moved to sit at our assigned table, and began shuffling
through the pile of papers in front of us.  Everyone else quietly sat and
did the same, as Dr.  and Mrs.  Chaim whispered to each other for a moment,
Dr.  Chaim taking a seat on a tall stool behind the lecturn stand.

   "I see that everyone is here, and appears to be wide awake and
ready....good..."

   "...I am Dr.  Hugo Chaim, and this is my wife and partner in all ways
for the past four decades, Mrs.  Dr.  Helena Chaim..."

   "...You may or may not remember us, many of you are too young, from some
of pioneering sexology studies we did and published our results about some
decades back, a couple of which became best sellers in the early 70's,
especially in our early work in further identifying the morphology of and
promoting awareness of the human female 'G-spot'..."

   "...We were never as famous to the outside world as Masters & Johnson or
Kinsey, but we had our fifteen minutes...we have always been more respected
within the inner core of the psychiatric community than those people, and
have a better reputation for doing leading, cutting edge sexological
research, and developing concurrent modalities to implement the desired
product from that research..."

   He took a moment to sip his coffee, as we mimicked him, finishing our
breakfast rolls and such and swig on our own juice or coffee, he pausing,
almost closing his eyes for a second, as if to attempting to gather his
thoughts.

   "First things first...you may call me Dr.  Chaim, Dr., or Mr.  Chaim, or
Teacher, but do not address either myself or Mrs.  Chaim by our familiar
names...second, there several forms in front of you that you need to
sign...these forms should be similar to some of the pre-employment forms
you recently signed, limitation of liability forms, indemnifications forms,
non-disclosure and non-compete documents, etc.,...take a moment to look
them over, then sign them all...an instructor will be around in a moment to
pick them up...we'll have them notarized, then fax a copy to your
employers...if you'd like a copy for your own records as well, ask an
instructor later...third, let me reiterate the nature of this course and
need for absolute confidentiality..."

   "...This is a course designed to teach the basic of polykinetic bodywork
principles, which is a way of healing the wounded psyche of a given
patient, by application of kinetic application of sexual focus
therapies...what you will learn this week, and in the near future from your
apprenticeships, is an outgrowth from the old sexual surrogacy practices of
decades back, which worked, to a point...over the past decades and years,
we have further refined the paradigm of using ritualized sexual therapeutic
contact between therapist and patient to enable healing soma-to-soma,
body-to-body, that situationally can't be accomplished by conventional
psychiatric or pharmacological means...because this approach would be so
offensive to the public at-large, and is still suspect by some in the
psychiatric establishment who are not trained sexologists, though daily it
is being used by more and more mainstream psychiatrists, the need for
absolute confidentiality in all aspects of your soon-to-be professional
career is a must and should be obvious to you..."

   Two men and two women, all in their mid to late 20's looking like
college students and wearing labcoats, came up behind us all as we were
sitting at our desks, picking up our signed forms, looking them over,
taking them away to be notarized by another young female-type person, who
had come into the room and was sitting at the desk near Dr.  Chaim.

   "Forget every notion you've ever had about what is and is not sex, right
now, and forget every notion you've ever had about what is or isn't, might
or might not be appropriate treatment for promoting healing in a
patient...what we'll teach you, works, even though you might not initially
think so...Gwen and Nick have both been in boot-camp situations before, and
this is what you have volunteered for, a polykinetic sexual bodywork
bootcamp...and just like bootcamp, we're going to break you down, break
your past fears and hopes and dreams and dreads down, and rebuild you into
someone you won't recognize afterwards but who will more of actually who
you are, and do so in nine days..."



   "...Now, some basic groundrules...you must, I repeat, must comply with
every direction or instruction given to you by myself, Mrs.  Chaim, or one
of my instructors...you're not prisoners or even enlist-ees here, you're
free come and go as you please or even to go home at any time, but you've
all come here to learn the core skills of a new profession, and by God, in
nine days you will have learned those skills if I have any thing to say
about it...you may ask any question at any time to do so, but please be
courteous and wait for an appropriate moment to do so...your days will be
long and grueling, just like bootcamp, typically twelve hours or longer not
including lunch or meal breaks, but we do schedule other breaks and rest
periods enough to where you can relax and hopefully absorb what we're
trying to teach you..."

   A waiter brought around a tray of ice, cups, soft drinks, and carafes of
juice and coffee to our tables individually.

   The four people, two men and two women, apparently our instructors,
pulled up chairs behind and to one side of Dr.  and Mrs.  Chaim.  The
waiter refreshed Dr.  Chaim's coffee in his styrofoam cup and he continued.

   "Let me tell you some interesting facts about our society, my
students..."

   "...over fifty percent of the women in America suffer from one form of
sexual dysfunction or other pathology of condition that prevents them from
enjoying what most people would consider to be a normal and healthy sex
life, from conditions such as vaginismus, painful intercourse, reactions to
psychoterror crimes such as rape or incest, fatigued libido, etc. ..."

   "...forty percent plus of the men in America suffer from either a
correctable psychophysiological condition that negatively impacts their sex
life, such as premature ejaculation or erectile dysfunction, or a more
purely psychological pathology such as diminished libido..."

   "...over one new million cases of non-consensual incest against females
between the ages of three and fifteen and half a million similar cases to
the male gender happen each and every year..."

   "...four million women are victims of one degree of rape or another each
year..."

   "...millions of couples get divorced each year from a root cause of one
or both partners having one or more dysfunctional sexual pathologies..."

   "...it is to this frontier, is to this battlefield, that hopefully I
will send my newest crop of healers and nurturers to tend to the wounded,
to heal the sexually sick and injured, to make if not the world then a
handful of individual lives better, to bring rays of healing and goodness
to the world...now, that said, I'm an old man, and really must go let that
coffee I've been sipping on out..." Dr.  Chaim concluded as he walked from
the dais towards the men's room, all of us students standing and giving him
am impromptu round of sincere, heart-felt applause.

   We got up and mingled a bit around the buffet table.  I got into a
conversation with Gwen and Suruwan, Margot was talking with Nick and Flo
and Maddy.  One of the guy instructors fired up the VCR and tv, putting a
tape in but not beginning to play it yet.  The rest of the staff huddled
around the desk, intently studying something atop it, some papers or such.
Dr.  Chaim walked back in from the bathroom, and we all took our seats
without being told to do so, as he resumed his seat atop the stool behind
the podium.

   "I think....I truly believe that we have one of our very best classes
ever...ever....and I'm not just saying that to flatter you people...let me
give you some interesting facts about this group as a group..."

   "...your average age is 28, ranging from 18 to 43..."

   "...each and everyone one of you has a formalized medical background of
one sort or the other, from EMT to massage therapist to physical therapist
to medic to alternative medical provider to Native American healer to LPN
to RN to medical school student, and you all were recruited from a current
job in the medical profession..."

   "...more than half of you have bad credit, but you've all been paying
your bills on time for the past twelve months..."

   "...your average educational level is one and a half years beyond high
school..."

   "...your average IQ is 112..."

   "...each one of you comes from a normal, stable, two-parent family..."

   "...six of you are single and never have been married, Gwen has been
married to her husband for over twenty years, Maddy married last year, both
husbands know and approve of this new career path they've chosen..."

   "...none of you have psychological problems, in fact, your
pre-employment tests you took have all shown you all to be very empathetic,
strong healers in personality..."

   "....none of you has a history of illegal drug use, and none of you have
been in jail, ever...in fact, no one here has had anything worse than a
speeding ticket...none of you are smokers, or have ever been drunk more
than once or twice in your life..."

   "....and, lastly, the average number of paired sexual partners as in
dating you've had is approximately twenty over the course of your
respective lives..."

   "...oh, that reminds me...before we actually begin class, a note...each
of you has been thoroughly checked, and no one here has any contagious
disease of any sort, not sexual or otherwise, and every one here is
protected by a form of birth control, men as well as women...so, when we
get into the contact phase of your training, safer sex precautions are not
needed and will not be used, except in and for clinical demonstrations, but
that will all be explained more thoroughly shortly..."

   Dr.  Chaim waved his hand in a "come here" motion to the back of the
room, and the waiter at the buffet table brought him a fresh cup of coffee
in a new cup, Doc slightly bowing his head, looking intently at a point of
infinity atop the lecturn, then spoke once again.

   "Before we get to the very first act of your instruction, a tape you'll
see shortly, some clean-up business..."

   "...this floor of this hotel will be your home for the next nine days,
treat it as such..."

   "...you're free to come and go, as I mentioned, but because of time
constraints, only so many days to do so much, you must tell the security
guard at the desk between the elevators where you're going when you leave
the ninth floor and when you expect to be back, and call the front desk and
leave a message if you are delayed in coming back at time stated or have
problems otherwise..."

   "...there's an in-house health club adjacent to the lobby for hotel
guests only, feel free to use it during your breaks...there's also some
jogging trails on the property and down to the marina, but I think only
Nick is a jogger...feel free to walk them or whatever if you wish..."

   "...tomorrow you all will be nude for most of your classes, and for the
rest of the week...this floor is my private floor, Mrs.  Chaim and I live
in an apartment at the far end of the hall, but never knock on our door for
any reason...if you have problems, see an instructor, staff member, or the
security guard at the elevator desk...anyway, lost my train of thought,
sorry...since you'll be nude around each other soon for the rest of the
week, nudity in the halls is not only permitted but encouraged as well, we
have total privacy up here, but of course, please dress before leaving the
floor...also, since privacy will be minimal anyway soon, you're encouraged
but not mandated to leave your room doors open at all times, to further
promote social interaction between yourselves and your classmates..."

   "...anything you want or need to make your time here more comfortable or
satisfying, ask, ask any staff member or instructor...as long as it's not
outrageous, it will be provided, this is a full-service hotel, and your
employers have paid small fortunes to send you here, you will be pampered
and treated like honored guests as well as my favored students...any
questions?..."

   "...good...now, the drill is this...you have forgotten everything you
have ever learned about sex and human sexuality...therefor, it's our job to
teach you from scratch...once that is done, then we begin your polykinetic
bodywork training in earnest...take a five minute break if you need it,
your first instruction, a tape about the basics of human sexuality, begins
in approximately five minutes..."

   Coming back from my whizz, the tape was really boring.  It was about as
basic and non-explicit as something that would be shown in high school. 
Two hours of dreech.  After that, menu cards for lunch were passed around,
a staff member explaining that most days lunch would be brought in, some
days we could leave to eat in the hotel restaurant or bar or even a local
joint, but most days because of time constraints lunch would be brought up.
Next, flesh-colored half-section and full-section models of female and male
genitalia were distributed to us.

   A lot of what we had just seen on the tape was repeated, except that we
were to touch and play with and hold and poke and prod and look at this or
that aspect of the model organs as our instructors did the same and
directed us to mimic them.  Then, using overhead transparencies, more of
the same info was repeated again, in conjunction with touching of these
models.  Things were becoming pretty damn boring.  Like school children, we
all had to manipulate and verbally call out the names for the various
anatomical parts of the models we were touching, like every one of us
didn't already know all that and more.  Then, like being Mrs.  Hump's third
grade class, different instructors would fire out questions at random to
different students, Surawan and Keiko for some reason especially seeming to
catch the brunt of some of the questions, which they looked as bored as I
felt answering.

   Then from back of the room the sound of silverware and china clanging
was heard, with a gaggle of hotel employees pushing carts and carrying
trays, one of them yelling "Lunch, everyone!"

   Our instructors retreated from the room, scooting somewhere, not
speaking to any of us.  Mrs.  Chaim stuck her head in the room for a
second, then left.  We all pulled our mini-conference tables around to make
circle, and shared our lunchtime together.  Keiko said in a California not
Japanese accent that she felt especially singled out during the
instructors' questioning free-for-all, and we all agreed with her, same
with Surawan.  "A clit is a clit is a clit, damn them, and I have one and
know what's it for and what do with it, so I should know!" she fussed, we
laughing with her, not at her.  Gwen and Keiko snuggled together a little,
heads nudging sweetly together, light kisses exchanged.  Then Flo and
Maddy. Then Nick and Surawan, then Margot and me.  What the hell, right? 
We all were going to be having sex with each other soon anyway, right?

   I asked Gwen about her marriage and husband, what was his name, how did
they meet, etc..  She knew what I was really asking.  She replied that had
met through a mutual friend when she was 20, had gotten married three
months later, and that she had been totally faithful to her Bob, who also
was an RCMP officer, during the twenty-three years of their marriage.  I
didn't understand that, and my puzzlement must have shown.

   "Yes, Bob knows I will be having sex with strangers for money, Eric, men
and women, but he also knows how important this is to me, that it's an
extension of my basic healing and nurturing and caring and healing natures,
just like you have, Eric, just like we all have, or we wouldn't be here..."

   The group focused on our conversation.

   "I noticed you kissing Keiko just then...did you make love to Keiko last
night, and was that your first lesbian experience, Gwen, ma' pal?"

   "Yes, to both, Eric, my Southern charmer"

   "I'm...I'm bi!" Flo blurted out.

   We all without thinking blurted out if we were bi, gay or straight. 
Only Flo was bi, everyone else proclaimed they were straight.

   "I have masturbated select male clients off as favors in my massage
therapy practice, but since doing so is such a cardinal violation of
professional ethics, I never made a habit of it, it was always a favor to
them, and actually I masturbated more women clients by request than male
ones.." I admitted to the group, maybe trying to re-establish my
non-homo-is-ness a little.

   "Guys have chased me all me life, but since I'm a-hundred hetero, I'd'a
always decline the offer" Nick chirped in.

   "My husband and I have done some threesomes with other men and other
women while dating and since we've been married, we both enjoy the variety,
and while I did have some woman-to-woman contact in those situations, I've
never considered myself to be anything other than straight" Maddy added.

   "In high school, a best friend and I would feel each other up and kiss
sometimes, but never thought much about it...I've never felt what you'd
call lesbian feelings for another woman" Margot spoke up.

   "My parents raised me strict Hindu...what's in the Manual Of Therapeutic
Bodywork, what we're talking about now, all this is new to me...I was a
virgin until a few months ago" Surawan mentioned.

   "How did you find your way to this time and place?" Gwen asked Surawan.

   "Just lucky, I guess..." polite laughter from us all "...I was an LPN in
a group practice in my hometown that does a little bit of everything, it's
a small town east of LA, my parents moved there from India when I was
twelve, the group does ob-gyn, general medical practice, family therapy,
and sex therapy, though they don't put that in their Yellow Pages
ad...until one of the partners was introduced to the concept last year by a
psychiatrist friend of his, their sex therapy was all talk-therapy or
pharma-based...I'm going to be their first full-time bodyworker therapist,
though they did say I'd have to help grow the practice, I'd still have LPN
and receptionist work to do between seeing clients...anyway, to answer your
question, one day the senior partner just called me into his office, told
me about polykinetic bodywork, and asked if I'd be interested in being
trained in it...after he mentioned the potential compensation possible, I
said 'yes'", polite laughter of recognition being lauded by us all.

   Dr.  Chaim came back in, standing near our circle of desks.

   "Your main instructors for the day and the rest of the course haven't
been introduced to you yet, I'll do that shortly.  Please keep in mind that
in my or Mrs.  Chaim's absence, they are in charge, you need to follow
their instructions to the letter.  If a student has a problem, one of them
will come get the Mrs.  or myself.  Hopefully, there won't be any problems.
This course is not pass-fail, any exams are to help you spot your strengths
and weaknesses and work on strengthening them both, but you need to know,
that in many past classes, one or more students have dropped out or were
forced out, because they come to a stumbling block in the instructional
modality and can't or won't go around or under it.  But, I don't think that
will happen with this class.  Everyone here, each of you students, is
exceptional, you all have great potential to be excellent polykinetic
bodyworkers.  Now, let me introduce you to my core faculty."

   I have to admit, I hadn't been up until then and still wasn't
particularly impressed by them.  They all projected an attitude of
indifferent smugness, of old money core rudeness, of Ivy League privilege.
In other words, as physically attractive as a group as they were, all
lily-white with tanning-booth tans and perfect haircuts and unblemished
skin, even in their knee-length labcoats they looked like a bunch of aging
Young Republican Club members.

   But I and the group were going to be under them for the rest of the week
evidently, so I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt.  Dr.  Chaim
made a wave of his hand, and in unison as they stood in a line behind him
facing us, they dropped their labcoats simultaneously, and were all naked
underneath.  O-kee.  Perhaps not unexpectedly so.

   "This is Jerry..." Dr.  Chaim said, the first guy instructor bowing at
the waist to us, to indicate who he was "...and this is Courtney..." the
decent-looking brunette with pointy breasts and large nipples bowing to us
"...and Hollis...", "...and Ferrum...", "...and lastly but not leastly,
Libby, who will always be here in class with you even when some of the
other instructors won't and who has the title of Senior Instructor, she's
to be your go-to-girl for problems and concerns, especially if another
instructor and yourselves have a problem...understood?", Libby the
long-legged dirty blond with a medium tan pubic hair patch that didn't
match her hair color and large and pendulous and slightly dropping but
still shapely breasts with dark-red nipples bowing to us, smiling, doing a
mock-salute to us all.  Courtney, Hollis, Ferrum, Libby, Jerry...four out
of five prep names, yep, old preppies.

   The rest of the afternoon was are boringly non-erotic as you can have
looking at, observing, and touching a bunch of naked people.  Keeping our
clothes on, no one told us to undress, the instructors rolled out a couple
of gyn exam tables and bar stools and proceeded to do a virtually identical
show-and-tell as what we had gone through with the videotape and the
overhead transparencies and the life-size foamrubber models, except this
time our instructors became live coatracks that their genitalia models hung
from.  I would have never thought that feeling up three different sets of
breast and vaginas could be non-erotic, but as we all were being grilled
about function and form and gross anatomy while doing so, it was.  I could
tell Nick was a little bothered having to touch and feel the male
instructors while calling out answers to questions they shot to him, but my
turn doing it didn't bother me one way or the other.

   We took a short break around two for a few minutes, then back to it. 
This time, things were a little more interesting.  Our instructors had sex
with each other in various combinations, MF, FF, MFM, FMF, and yes, MM, in
every conceivable sex act.  When Nick saw the Jerry and Hollis such each
other off and then Hollis penetrate Jerry's ass, Nick turned blanche white,
and looked like he was going to puke.  I, we, all knew from reading our
manuals that even for male bodyworkers, some same-sex contact was
inevitable, though the manual made it very clear that in Dr.  Chaim's
theories and context, no male bodyworker would ever be expected to receive
anal penetration from another man, and only in very rare and exceptional
cases give such therapeutic action, and all MM contact within "the Chaim
system" was to be with female bodyworker partner, and virtually always when
giving therapy to a MF client-couple.  My gut told me that if anyone was
going to drop out of class, it would be probably be Nick.

   I could tell that the instructors had been together as a team for a good
while.  While demonstrating, while going through the menu of common sexual
human possible contacts, they didn't hide the fact that they were enjoying
themselves, most of the time at least.  Ferrum, Courtney, and Libby
especially seemed to enjoy live demo'ing the lesbian and bifemale branches
of the human sexual credo tree.  I could tell Flo wanted to jump right in
there with them, shoot, I think at times we all wanted to get naked and
jump right in on different scenes they were "performing" for us, but they
kept us too busy, peppering us with questions and digs for insights and
perspectives which they were repeating rote from the manual and trying to
drill in our heads.  "Doc Chaim wasn't kidding when he said this was going
to be like bootcamp", Nick commented.

   The clock now read five past six, the faculty was evidently through with
show-and-tell for the day having gone to take quick showers in the shower
area next to the bathrooms at the leftside of the room, and we were all
tired and wanted the day to end and get something to eat, but, but
nnoooooo. Coming back, they pulled out some thick, red-vinyl covered mats
from the pile of stuff over in the corner, and told us to sit in a
semi-circle together, as they squeezed between us in the circle.  For the
next two frigging hours, we had to talk about the day, what it was like,
was it what we expected, what liked and didn't like about, what could have
been done better, how we felt about being there, how we felt about this and
that and Mrs.  O'Malley's frigging cow.

   What a total bore.  I did vent some feelings of boredom I had felt
during the day.  I also commented that while we, the students, looked like
a United Nations Sex Therapy Class, they looked like a Jaycees Alumni
Reunion Sex Therapy Faculty.  Everyone laughed at that, including "them".
Nick also spoke of his queasiness about watching Hollis and Jerry do their
male-male stuff, and the group talked about that.  Every one of my women
classmates commented on the spectacular display of lesbian sexual practices
that the girl instructors had given us.  Then the conversation died to a
murmur or two, and Libby called it a night at eight p.m., telling us that
we could go eat in the hotel bar or restaurant and just show our room key
to charge it to the Institute or we could walk down to or have the van
driver drive us into Roslyn and eat at a restaurant in town if we wanted to
spend our own money on dinner, that we would all get wake-up calls at 7 the
next morning, and to be in the classroom by 8, and to, "by the way,
tomorrow we start in earnest, so no clothes on from tomorrow morning on
out...and, oh, Nick, Eric, don't forget to take your pills..." as if Carol
was using her as a ventriloquist dummy.

   Nick and Surwana and Flo and Maddy quickly peeled out of the room.  Gwen
and Keiko and Margot and myself hung back, making small talk for a moment.
I asked if we shouldn't all go out to dinner together, that Margot's and my
bosses were buying, that being the point of the five hundred in expense
money they had given us.  Gwen and Keiko jumped at my/our invitation.

   I asked the guy at the elevator guard desk where the best steak in town
was, and he gave me directions to some place outside of town, a thirty
minute van or cab ride.  Gwen said she wanted something French or
Continental, the guard mentioning that the restaurant at the marina served
several French dishes including a great escargot and they also had decent
steaks and seafood, too.  It was settled.  We told him we going there, and
wouldn't be back until midnight, to give ourselves some leeway.  House
rules, however dumb, and all.  It had been basically a good day.

   At the restaurant, the wait was only thirty minutes despite having no
reservations and it being Saturday night.  After fifteen minutes, I had
dropped Dr.  Chaim's name, and that seemed to help.

   Gwen had something covered in gravy and slime and costing a a fortune,
but I didn't care.  Keiko and Margot both ordered the grilled sea bass.  I
had my usual steak, an au jus primerib this time.  It melted on my fork and
in my mouth.  A reward for my first school day survived.

   Gwen and Keiko couldn't keep their hands off each other or their tongues
out of each other mouths while eating.  At least I had asked for a private
table with some privacy.

   They had given me that and more, having a short partition between us and
most of the restaurant and having a view overlooking the boat docks and the
Long Island Sound in the distance.

   Margot and I snuggled and smooched more than jumped each other's bones
like the newly-minted lesbian lovebirds were doing across the table from
us. Their rising passions were definitely affecting Margot and myself. 
Dinner passing into the night around ten-thirty, I paid the bill, a little
steep at two hundred plus but Carol did say use the money and don't be shy
about asking for more, stuffing the receipt in my wallet so not to lose it.
Walking the ten minute walk back to Roslyn Harbour Hotel from the marina,
we four walked abreast, arms around each other's waists and shoulders. 
"What the heck" I thought to myself "Gwen, Keiko, want to come back to
Margot's and my room?" I asked.

   I couldn't help but see Gwen as a virgin, her having made love to only
one man and one woman, Keiko, in her forty-three years on this planet.  I
wanted to be her "first", no denying that.

   I slipped to the bathroom to take my blankety-blank MascuStat pill
before I could forget, as the girls got undressed in the bedroom while I
did, quickly taking a piss and flossing and brushing my teeth as well.

   They hadn't waited on me at all.  Gwen, all hundred eighty or ninety
pounds of sexy Canadian matronly woman of her, was locked in a sixty-nine
with Keiko, Keiko looking almost like a small boy with no dick, her breasts
being smaller than champagne glasses.  Margot was roaming hands and tongue
all over them as her spirit moved her to do.  Gwen and Keiko were lost in
their passion, not evening noticing Margot's attentions, I think.  Keiko
bucked a little and knocked Margot's glasses accidentally off the
nightstand.  Picking them up and putting them away from the action on the
dresser, I nudged myself a little room to one side on the bed.

   I joined Gwen's tongue on Keiko's eighteen-year-old flawless cunt,
holding Gwen's head in the crook of my arm, sliding in between to kiss Gwen
on the lips.  She kissed back.  Margot joined our kiss, three tongues
screwing.  Keiko had begun a slow frig of Gwen, and she was beginning to
moan.  Scooting around, I whispered in Keiko's ear, and she slid off.  I
slid on top of Gwen as she lay under me, and Margot guided my prick to the
her pussy.  Her eyes eased open, and she smiled at me.  I had taken her
non-marital virginity, and she knew it and seemed pleased.  Margot licked
my cock and Gwen's cunt lips as I slowly pumped her.

   Keiko crawled up and began kissing her.  I felt Margot slip a finger in
Gwen's ass while I fucked her.  Margot and Keiko wedged between us, first
in a sixty-nine, then in a face-to-face thigh-to-cunt mutual grind.  Margot
later admitted to me that that moment was her first full-blown lesbian
experience, but she had said as much earlier in class that day, whatever, I
didn't care, I was fucking Gwen, taking "my" cherry.

   Gwen and I switch position, she getting on top.  Keiko began licking her
asshole while she fucked me, Margot joined her fingers to my cock inside
Gwen's cunt.  I knew I had a couple of comes in me or more, but things
seemed to be reaching a mutual climax.  I let my orgasm go in her.  I
grabbed her breasts and gently pulled on her nipples.

   Her cunt clamped down hard on my cock.  That was it.  A few strokes
later, and I came, filling a day's worth of unreleased hards out inside
her. Flopping down beside me, Gwen and I kissed, while Margot and Keiko
took turns licking my cock and the inside of Gwen's cunt clean.  Heaven. 
Sheer, unadulterated heaven.  "This might be a really fun week after all" I
thought.

   It was twelve-thirty a.m., damn the time.  Long day ahead tomorrow, and
we all knew it.  Gwen and Keiko shared kisses with us both thanking us for
the wonderful evening, walking out of room naked, holding their clothes and
shoes as the pattered out of room to go back to theirs just down the hall,
leaving our door open, per implied earlier instructions.

   Margot and I took a quick rinse-off together, and fell into bed,
exhausted but happy.  We kissed and smooched and my hard came back up.  It
was too late for another full-blown session, as much as I wanted.  Margot
got on all fours on the bed and I faced her face, holding her head in my
hands and fucking her mouth, as we had done in the shower last night.  She
seemed to really enjoy having a mouth-fuck.

   Rushing, I came within five minutes or so.  Wanting to repay the favor,
we lay facing each other and kissed, while my lubricated thumb and fingers
penetrated her, my thumb in her pussy and two fingers up her ass, I figured
my Margot would like that, and she did, coming quickly, bucking my hand.

   Sleep overtook us, my hand still in her cunt and ass.  The seven a.m. 
wakeup call rousted my digits free from their feminine prison some hours
later, we both licking and drawing her essence in from my hand to our
mouths and noses while we kissed and sucked on my hairy fingers.  We both
wanted to sleep in a little, but an annoying character, it looked like
Ferrum in the unlit room's twilight, appeared at the foot of our bed at
seven-fifteen, large spray can of something in her hand, rousting us up
from our innocent langour.

   Title Of Page

   The Body Worker by PlanetDweller

   Day 2, or, The Wiring Of Jericho, Pt.1, The A.M.  session (MF, FM, FMF,
MFM, light MM, oral, anal, vegetable, mineral, group, MMMMFFFFFFFF,
everything, sex therapy, menstrual sex)

   Our attractive little JP (Jewish Princess-looking) instructor, one of
our drill sergeants of new sex, Ferrum, tickled the bottoms of our feet
under the cover until we both cried "Uncle!" and rolled out of bed. 
"You've both got to lose all your body hair below your neck...this is an
industrial-strength depilatory spray, it won't sting but will feel a little
warm for about an hour...leave it on for no less than ten but no longer
than fifteen minutes, then shower it off with warm but not hot water and
don't use soap...who wants to go first?" "I'll volunteer..." I sleepily
replied.  "You want your facial hair beard area done too?...this lasts for
usually three or four weeks...it's up to you, Eric..." "Might as well..."
"Then cover your eyes firmly with your hands, you don't want this stuff in
your eyes" she cautioned.

   Ferrum sprayed me down like doing a disinfectant spray-down on a POW
prisoner.  Spraying a puddle on my chest next after she had covered me
head-to-toe in foam first, she sprayed my beard area under my chin, then
told me to remove my hands from my eyes, dabbing some foam from the puddle
on my upper lip/mustache area.  "On all fours at the foot of the bed,
please Eric, and reach and spread your asscheeks for me..."

   The foam sprayed over the rest of me felt like cinnamon oil had been
painted on me; it was becoming more than a little warm feeling.  Ferrum
coated my anal pucker and worked a spray of foam on my balls in with her
hand some, making sure all my ball and inside crotch hair was also covered.
"Okay, Margot, you're next..." Ferrum covering her similarly as she had
just done me.  "It's now 7:37...between 7:47 and 7:52, you must rinse off
as instructed, or it'll discolor and pickle your flesh...any
questions?...", we replying "no".  "...don't forgot, total nudity from now
on, on the floor and in class, see you in a bit...oh, class start time has
been moved to eight-thirty instead of eight, it appears that everyone else
also had a late night too...see ya' in a bit..."

   Nick also looked and appeared to have felt like I did, a friendly
sheepdog shorn of his coat.  He didn't have a bit of hair visible, either,
as we and everyone but Surawan and Flo milled around the breakfast buffet
table, checking each other's new nudity out, munching on pastries, sipping
juice and coffee.  Our desks and the projection tv and the lecturn and
other desk and all had been pushed to one side of the back of the room, and
the beds and gyn tables were front and center now.  The chairs had been
arranged into two semi-circles facing each other near the beds.

   Surawan wandered in, looking nice in her medium-melanined Indian
skincoating.  Flo pranced in a moment after her, and I think everyone of us
was distracted by her beauty.  Her perfectly precisioned short but with
body and style natural blond hair.  Her beautiful, runway model face.  Her
flawlessly tanned but still white but not pale skin.  Her perfect fashion
model 34B's, not Kate Moss-ish at all, but not half-melons either.  The
matched pair of almost sculpted nipples adorning them.  Yes, I was drawn
in.

   The clock read eight-two-five.  Dr.  and Mrs.  Chaim walked in next,
naked as we were.  Dr.  Chaim's body and skin had the pallor and texture of
a two-hundred-pound gunney sack full of irish potatoes, as wrinkled and
puckering'd and uggghhh and all.  Not meaning to be cruel, just honest,
while Mrs.  looked better than Doc, her nudity reminded me of a female
version of the Michelen Man, her thighs slightly rubbing together when she
walked, making a soft sound.  They went over to their desk pushed to the
back wall, talked in private, then Doc called the class to order.

   Our naked-as-we-were instructor corps trailed in behind, taking their
seats on either side of Doc and Mrs.  on the back semi-circle of
towel-draped chairs, we students sitting in our paired arrangements from
yesterday, four pairs of two chairs being slightly segregated by just
inches more from each other.  I notice things like that.  Margot and I held
hands as Doc stood up and began to speak.

   "Today, students, we begin in earnest.  No one hit an insurmountable
wall yesterday, so I think everyone here will make it through the week. 
That's what all that screening you went through at your employers was
for..." (polite laughter from the group).  "Today, we will begin to rip the
old hard wiring out from your psyche, and will start replacing it with
stronger, thicker wires that you'll need in your new profession...we'll
tear the walls of your inner Jericho, down to their very foundations, so
that we can begin to rebuild a much stronger structure in its place, using
the foundation of who you truly are as a base...any questions?" Slightly
puzzle silence.

   "Good...now, who can tell me what 'The Principle Of Possession' is?"
Seven right hands and one left hand shot up, like we were back in naked
junior high.  "Good...I see you all have been studying the Manuals on your
own...good...Maddy, please stand and tell me and the group what you think
the 'Principle Of Possession' is..."

   Maddy stood up, shivered for a second, cleared her throat, her nipples
tightened on her bare pert breasts, as she began: " 'The Principle Of
Possession' is where the professional bodyworker therapist, in a clinical
setting, accepts the voluntary surrender of will and causes of action from
a patient-client, in order to facilitate, by use of direct physical contact
means between therapist and patient, a series of combinations of
psychological, physiological, and pscyhophysiological breakthroughs and
healing modalities...doing so is called 'Principle Of Possession', because
the bodywork therapist literally assumes, through acts of trust offered by
the patient, temporary possession of the patient's will and consent...this
principle is no different from similarly surrendering our will and consent
temporarily in order to enable pathological conditional healing when we
would go to a general practitioner physician for a diagnosis and shot of
antibiotics when we have the flu, the surrendering of our will to the
physician being consensual but total because of the implied consent that
rests upon the assumption that our physician in that case will do no harm
and will probably help us with our problem."

   "Very good, Maddy, a very good explanation in-deed, even if it wasn't
precisely what I had written in 'The Manual'...", Doc commenting, the rest
of us politely applauding Maddy's effort.

   Speaking to the class, Doc continued "...your understanding 'The
Principle Of Possession' is most critical for you to be a success as a
bodyworker...if you don't live it emotionally as well as understand it
intellectually, you can not pass this course and can not become a
bodyworker...we will be recording how well you respond to this Principle,
in cases of offering and receiving Possession to and from others..."
"...Now, it's time for a demonstration of it...Margot, please sit on the
edge of the bed right behind me....class, gather around us, as I
demonstrate".

   Margot ungrasped my hand as she she stood up and went over to the bed.
Hollis and Jerry pulled the other beds and gyn tables a little further
apart to give the rest of us some room to stand around it.  Doc stood in
front of her, and began a slow facial massage, which lasted a couple of
minutes.  He then pulled her to him as she sat on the edge of the bed,
gently stroking and massaging her back, kissing her on the top of the head
a time or two as he did, which also lasted a couple of minutes.  Easing
back a little, he massaged and played with her breasts, massaging her
nipples with easy circular motions, working her muscles from breasts to
shoulder, rubbing underneath them, kissing her forehead as he gently
commanded, "up on the table, Margot".

   We all recognized he was going through the "Therapeutic Bodywork Bonding
Ritual", as outlined in our 'Manual.  Margot slid off the bed and onto the
gyn exam table next to it, putting her feet in the stirrups.  Standing to
one side, Doc ran his hands over her some more for a moment as she lay
face-up looking at the ceiling, before sitting down on a stool at the end
of the exam table, her spread legs wide to his view.  A plastic speculum
was inserted into her vagina and opened up, he peered inside for a second,
then closed and pulled it out and tossed it in a nearby trashcan.  He
rubbed her clit and cunt lips with unlubricated fingers for another moment,
then inserted two fingers inside her "face up", and judging by the look on
her face, immediately found and began manipulating her G-spot.  Within
thirty seconds, an obvious orgasm came over her, and a tiny squirt of
pressured come leaked from her cunt.  Doc may have been an ugly old fart,
but he knew what he was doing.  He had written "The Book", "The Manual",
after all.  We watched with focused intensity.  "Back on the edge of the
bed, Margot" Doc directed.

   "Fellate me to a firm erection, Margot", he nicely barked, as he stood
back in front of her face.  Margot sucked his crooked, wrinkled-skin old
dick until it popped up hard within a moment.  Not bad for an old man. 
"All fours, Margot, your knees as close to the edge of the bed as possible,
please", as she flipped over and around, horizontal to the bed.  Doc's cock
pointed more to the top of her butt than her cunt.  "Raise the bed a couple
of inches, please, Jerry", Doc motioned as Jerry came over and turned the
crank underneath the footboard that I hadn't even noticed before, the beds
must having been old surplus hospital beds of some sort, Doc pressing his
cock in her once the bed was at the right height to match up.

   Without words, without Margot seeing what was happening, her face
pressed down to the bed, Libby brought over a couple of condoms and tube of
KY to Doc.  "Tell me how much you enjoy being fucked, Margot" "I enjoy
being fucked by you, Dr.  Chaim, you fuck really well!" "Tell me how you
feel Margot, how does my cock inside your vagina, feeeelllll, Margot?" "It
feels great, Dr.  Chaim...GREAT!...please...please, fuck me all you
want..."

   Doc lubricated two fingers and slipped them into her anus.  Margot stuck
her ass back hard, trying to fuck his fingers as well as his cock.  "How do
my fingers, ffeeellll, Margot?" "They feel wonderful...wonderful..." she
whispered in low passion.  Fucking her while frigging her ass for two or
three moments, he pulled his fingers out, quickly opened and rolled a
condom on and pushed his cock inside her.  Margot freaked in a good way. 
She started waggling her tail at him, grasping the covers of the bed in her
fists, moaning loud enough to wake the dead, then started crying, real
tears, real fucking tears.  I had assfucked several women before, and none
had cried when I did it to them.  But then I realized that these were tears
of joy and passion, not pain or anguish.  Margot's body thrashed around as
Doc grabbed her ass and pushed as deep inside as he could.  She sobbed
uncontrollably into the sheets.  Doc picked up his pace, fucked her tail
even a little harder, then pulled back, pulled her back around to where she
was sitting upright again in front of him, flicked the condom off his cock,
and pushed his dick into her mouth, filling her mouth full of his jism, she
obviously swallowing every drop as he twitched in front of her.

   Doc sat down beside her, pulling her head to his shoulder, Margot still
sobbing a little.  I think she becoming embarrassed a tad, maybe having
forgotten momentarily where she was at while being assfucked, now realizing
again we all had watched everything.  She gently pulled at Doc's
now-shrunken littleman as she leaned into the nape of his neck.  Courtney
brought her a dampened warm washcloth and a handtowel so she could wipe the
salty eye brine from her face.

   "Margot, how did you like that?" "That was wonderful, Teacher...thank
you" "You're welcome...now, Margot, tell the class why you broke down and
cried while being given anal sex..." "I'm not sure why I did...it just...it
just happened".  "Was it because when you were between seven and eight, a
close male friend of the family who wasn't a relative anally raped you with
his finger in your bedroom at your home while your parents were there, but
you were too afraid to cry out because he threatened you, but you still up
until now have blamed your parents for not protecting you, as much as your
blame the perpetrator of that crime???" Doc's voice rising to a supportive
crescendo.

   Margot looked directly in his eyes, silently, deeply, with a "how the
kingdom come hell did you possibly know, could have possibly found that
out??!!!??"

   Doc read her silent message of protest, answering "Margot, a
psychiatrist can find out more than mere surface answers when analyzing
psychological tests like you took pre-employment, before you came to us..."

   "Eric..." "Uh-hu" I answered.  "You and Margot have had sex several
times the past couple of days, and you enjoy anal sex with women, but
haven't had anal sex with Margot, correct?" "Uh...yeah, that's right" "And
even though you two are to be bodywork practice partners, you never would
have, she would have never permitted you or any man to penetrate her
anally, not even for therapeutic benefit of a patient, isn't that correct,
Margot?...", Margot nodding "yes" as she still sat close to Doc on the edge
of the bed but pulled slightly away from him "...now, tell me and the
class, Margot, did you like being anally sexed?" "Yes, Dr.  Chaim, it felt
great".  "You've had this horrid fear of assfucking since you were a little
girl, but here, now, you enjoyed it...why?" "I'm not sure...I think
because...because I trusted...I trust you...I know you'd never hurt me,
only heal me, you're a doctor, a healer...like I am a healer...and in using
the safety of this time and place, you broke through my walls that
surrounded my fear of anal sex"

   "Correct, Margot...see, class?...'The Principle Of Possession' in
practice...my polykinetic bodywork principles in real-time practice...if I
hadn't been able to begin the healing process or removing emotional scar
tissue inside of Margot's mind through polykinetic means, she never would
have passed this course, or been able to become a professional
bodyworker...she gave possession of her trust and consent, and I used that
to enable polykinetic bodywork principles to free her from the enslavement
of a horrible memory that has kept a part of her sexuality chained in a
private dungeon since childhood... ...This, class, is what it's all about,
this is why you're here, to learn to, within a safe clinical setting,
enable healing within those who suffer from a variety of sexual
dysfunctions...now, take a five minute break, your own barriers will be
broken down shortly".

   When we got back from our bathroom breaks, everyone talking about what
just had happened in loud whispers while waiting for a stall or urinal to
open inside the now-designated unisex bathrooms the male and female signs
on the doors having been removed sometime last night or this morning, Doc
wasn't there, and Mrs.  Doc was sitting where Doc had been in the
semi-circle of staff chairs facing our chairs, Libby sitting cross-legged
in front of her, leaning back, making back-to-leg contact with Lady Doc. 
Mrs.  Chaim clapped her hands with a "everyone in back in their seats,
please", a slight but not-easily-identifiable accent, sounding a little
German but also a little something else, rolling the words out chirpingly.

   Sipping on our juice or soft drinks or coffee, we focused on the
prettier half of our ultimate bosses for this course, at least prettier
than Doc was.

   "Class, before we proceed to the next stages, a little background that
you need to know...." "...when there was only surrogacy before we came
along, it was all female surrogates working with a strictly male clientele,
mainly dealing with issues of premature ejaculation and performance, with
only the rarest female client, mainly lesbian clients..." "...how-e-v-e-r,
as the years have progressed, and women have become more truly empowered,
women have, at least a percentage of women in the population have, asserted
their Gofffddd-giben rights to medical treatments suited for them, for
their, our, my, sex, including the right to sexual therap-ooo-tic
modalities...women are no longer willing to accept substandard or
non-existent treatment, just because society sffttill at-large doesn't
accept women as sexual beings in all cases...  "...that is why, in most
bodywork practices that are whiff-in our scope of knowledge, anywhere from
25% to 50%+ of a typical clientele calendar is for women..." "...over the
years, we have documented that while most straight women prefer to deal
with a man in a bodyworking therapy situation, alllffftho that's not always
the case, almost all women clients seeking bodywork therapy are not
affffverss to working with a fffwoman bodyworker, mainly, I fffink, because
they don't see bodywork contact with a female bodyworker as sexual, they
see it as therapeutic, much as fffaay don't see contact from a woman
gynnie-cologist as being sexual, either, efffen though obviously bodywork
is sexual in nature, perceptions aside...also, many practices are
uncomfortable in having a male bodyworker on their staff, because of their
own mmmffisgivings or prejudices..."

   "...when you are a bodyworker dealing with such a large percentage of
female clients, one can not be averse to embracing the feminine, to working
with fffwwemales of all ages, bodytypes, appearances, et-cet-era...and, a
wwffact of life is that women have periods, and as a bodyworker, one can
not pick and choose not to work with a woman-client on her pwwweeriod....
...now, according to your test results, every single one of you, except
Surawan..." (we all turned to look at 'Surry) "...has at least some
menstrual aversion, and this is unacceptable, and we're going to work on
this in a moment..." "...keep in mind, too, that besides working with women
on ffftheir periods who are seeking treatment for whatever else, some of
your cases will be where you'll be removing a personal taboo of menstrual
sex from their pppersonalities, at their request."

   Miz Doc patted Libby's head as Libby leaned further back to her, sipped
on a foamcup of something, thought for a second, then continued.  "Some of
the models this week will be having their periods....we call any non-staff
twweem-member who is here for purposes of demonstrating one or more aspects
of bodywork pwwwinciples to you students 'models', by the way...in order to
more realistically train you for your lives after school..." "...now, the
only student this moment hafffing her period is Fwwwooo, correct?..." no
one else speaking, especially myself or Nick "...although I do think Gwen
will start later this week, and maybe Kaaa-khooo this Saturday or Sunday,
correct?..." Gwen and K.  nodding affirmatively.  "Fwwo, please come here,
stand in front of me..." Ms.  Doc ordered, as Libby scooted to one side.

   Mrs.  Doc forced her hand between Flo's legs, and pulled her tampon out.
Courtney, who had left the room and come back, handed a pair of Flo's
panties to her, evidently having pilfered them from her room.  "Dwwwering
class, Flo, girls, we simply can't make allowances for your periods...soon,
in your practices, in won't make any dwwwiffeence, anyway...so, during
class exercises, all contact shall be as if you weren't on your periods,
understood?..." we all verbalizing a soft "yes", "...for ease of
conffwwenience during class, you'll need to wear a napkin, Fwwlo, not a
tampon, there's a selection over there (pointing to the wirerack full of
medical supplies to the right side of the room) if you don't have any
wwwiff you...come closer, Fwwllo".

   Siiiwwee Doc began a slow frig of Flo, her hand stained red as it came
into view from her in-out motion.  "Re-wax, Child, re-wax, we are all
pwoofessionals, here, Flo-wence..." as Libby stood up and moved to around
to play with Flo's breasts from behind.  Stopping, Mrs.  Doc licked a
bloody finger, did another few frigs, then offered to Flo's mouth, Flo
licking her own feminine essence off the wrinkled index finger of Dr. 
Helena Chaim like she was sucking a cock, closing her eyes, trying to take
the experience in, trying, I think, not to show any revulsion, trying to be
a good student.  Misrez Doc got up and went down the line of us students,
she leading Flo as they stood consecutively in front of each of us in turn,
sticking a finger up Flo's cunt, then offering us each a bloodwarm vampire
popsicle to suck on, we taking it in stride as part of our training.

   "You'll have more period sex later today with some models, but now it's
time for another step in your training first....Wweeebbie will be in charge
for the rest of the day...good luck...Dr.  Chaim and I will be around if
we're needed" she concluded as she left the room.

   Libby barked her spiel.  "Class, please take your seats for a
moment...one item...during times where there will just two points of focus,
as in two models for the group to work with, the group shall be divided
this way: Group Number One...Margot, Flo, Maddy, Eric; Group Number
Two...Gwen, Surawan, Keiko, Nick...please remember this, and remember, this
is when we need two sub-groups only...any questions?...no, good..." "...now
comes the first real core part of your training, the first of many, many
more to come in the days ahead...we're going to now break your sexuality
down, and begin to rebuild it...each of us staff will first 'do' each of
you, then you will in turn parrot what we do to you to us, in turn, then,
with us, you will each have sex with each other...with eight of you and
five of us, it'll require a little juggling, but nothing we haven't done
before, hehehe.." not one of us laughing at her joke "...you may freely
have orgasms as you wish during bodywork contact, but allowing for time
constraints, when you're doing something to one of us or yourselves, and we
say 'stop' or go on to the next item in sequence, you must do so...any
questions?"

   "Yes, Libby..." I spoke up.  "Exactly what will you do to us, we to you,
we to each other...exactly, what?" "Good question, Eric...good
question...everything sexual, and I do mean everything that can happen
between a man and a woman, two women, or two men, and some standard
bodywork combinations such as typical MFF and MFM threesomes, except that
you and Nick will not be required to have anal sex with each other, unless
you both express a desire to do so...", Nick and I both making immediate
eye contact with each other, both shaking our heads "no" at each other. 
"Nick and I won't be doing that" I respond.  Laughing aloud, the girls
laughing at not with us too, Libby continued "...I didn't think you and
Nick would, Eric...now, follow our leads" Libby finished.

   Hollis and Jerry piled the exercise mats, I just now realizing exactly
what kind of exercise they were for, sometimes I am a little slow on the
uptick, out in the middle of the room in a large, rough circle, the chairs
being places around them, a bunch of hotel pillows being fetched from a
storage closet adjacent to the room and thrown onto the pile of mats at
random.

   The staff concentrated on the women first.  Libby picked Gwen, Jerry
picked Flo, Courtney picked Maddy, Hollis picked Keiko, and Ferrum picked
Surawan.  Piling on to the matpile, it initially looked like total chaos,
like an orgy gone out of control, but as I and Margot and Nick watched
everyone else, an order arose from seeming randomness.  But at first, we
were just observing to observe, it was our job.

   Jerry flung Flo's napkin'd panties to one side of the room.  She
wouldn't wear them any more that day, until all the exercises were through.
XY Dox hadn't been kidding.  Standing face-to-face, Jerry felt her up. 
Nudging her down, he gave her some head, then fucked her pussy for a
moment. Ferrum broke Surawan for a second to retrieve and distribute tubes
of KY and condoms and latex gloves like she was throwing Christmas candy
off the caboose of a Santa Train.  "By the way, L-A-D-I-E-S !!!..." Libby
breaking away from Gwen for a moment, standing up "...the only reason the
men will be using condoms when assfucking you is to save time, which we
don't have a lot of...if they didn't use condoms, they'd have to stop and
wash their genitals off before proceeding to their next partner...we're all
certified squeak-eee clean and safe here, condoms are not needed for
anything but common courtesy..." she intoned, as she jumped back down to
groping up Gwen, then licking her pussy, then sticking a condom-covered
finger up her ass.

   It looked like Hollis was really enjoying Keiko as they fucked.  You
can't fake a look of sheer pleasure like that, and why would he want to? 
"Keiko must have one tight pussy..." I thought silently to myself.  Jerry's
crotch and upper thighs became blood-red with Flo's menstrual fluid.  He
covered his cock with a condom, fucked her pussy some for effect, added
some KY atop it, then penetrated her ass, sharing her blood back to her
hin-o-l-a.  Yes, it was damnably erotic site.

   The sequence of events became clear.  If it was woman-to-woman, an
instructor would normally stand or kneel in front of a student, feel them
up, feel their breasts and pussy as they stood or kneeled passively, maybe
kiss them but usually not, then they'd lay them down on the mat and give
them some head, then cover an index finger with a condom, and frig their
student-partner's asshole for just a very short while, not much, more as an
act of "possession", I think.  If it was man-instructor-to-woman-student,
the guy would similarly feel them up and frig them, then have them suck
them hard a bit, then lay 'em down and give 'em head in return, then get on
top or have them get on all fours or some other position and pussy fuck
them, and then roll them on all fours if they weren't in that position
already, put a condom on, and assfuck them.

   Margot and I and Nick sat together and watched the rest of the group. 
Margot and I held hands.  She and I kissed for a moment, then just looked
into each other's eyes, as friends and lovers.  I had to ask her.  "Is what
Doc said this morning...about what happened to you and all when you were a
little girl...true?" Margot broke eye contact, looking at the floor. 
"Every word, Eric...every frigging word..." "But I could see in your look
at him a look of total disbelief that he knew...you didn't put any of that
down in your prelims?" "Uh-uh?" "Then how did he know, Margot?" "You've got
me" she replied.  I kissed her for a second, then broke the kiss, turning
her head to face me.  "I've simply got to ask you this...is what you told
him this morning...true?...I mean about how much you enjoyed it, being
assfucked...it looked like you were climbing out of your skin with
pleasure...was that real, or was some of that just show, just a show for
Doc?" "Everything you saw this morning with Doc, Eric, came from my heart,
nothing was faked, nothing at all" she whispered to me.  "I'll be damned" I
replied, as I turned my own eyes to stare at a point on the floor front of
me for a moment, my eyes returning to the body pile on the mats.

   As if a silent dog whistle signal had been blown, the staff members
switched partners.  Libby went to Flo, Jerry went to Gwen , Courtney went
to Keiko, , Hollis went to Maddy , and Ferrum came over to Margot and
pulled her to the mats with her for her first bit of bodywork
indoctrination, Surawan coming over to sit with me and Nick, her turn in
the current rotation evidently being through for the moment.  Nick and I
both had hards, couldn't help but be affected by the sight in front of our
eyes for sore eyes.  We both felt up Surry as she easily played with our
cocks, sitting between us.  Every five minutes, another partner switch. 
Nick and I worked through rotation, then Surry was brought back in.  It
would require a chart the size of a large wall to show the total rotations,
but suffice to say, every instructor in turn "indoctrinated" every one of
us students.

   My turns with Jerry and Hollis weren't too bad.  I mean, I'm not a
homophobe, I'm just not attracted sexually let alone romantically to men.
When they masturbated me, it was boring.  Jerry gave better head than
Hollis.  Nick's still-gut-level-but-moderating-as-time-went-on revulsion of
being played with and sucked off by the twin pricks was fairly obvious
still, but he was trying to relax and go with it, he knew how important
letting the program happen was.  J&H did seem to be enjoying themselves
just a little too much playing with us.  I don't think it would a stretch
to believe that on a horizontal homo-hetero scale, that they both would be
pretty far to the left, and little further past the "Bi" marker.

   My time with our cunt instructors was of course nicer.  They all gave
great head, but Libby was best.  Courtney's larger pussy lips than the
other two enveloped my cock like a silken fog when she fucked me.  They
didn't assride Nick or myself, I mean, they didn't let us assfuck them,
this was an exercise series in passivity on our, the students, parts.  The
clock read eleven-twenty.  A uniformed hotel employee finally walked into
the room with a handful of bluepaper lunch-menu-request cards, like
yesterday.  I was starved and wanted to eat lunch right then, but evidently
it was going to take a while.  The skinny little oriental guy with chef's
hat seemed totally oblivious to our state of group nudity.  He finally got
around to all as our instructors huddle at the desk, Libby making a phone
call and whispering low into the handset.

   "All-right..." she barked "...whose butthole is a little sore?...", six
of the eight possible arms of identification flying upwards "...well, I
have some good news, and some bad news...first, the good news...we're not
going to do anything more with anal penetration again until after we eat
lunch...the bad news is, cunts and cocks, is that the first of the
menstrual aversion remediation exercises is next, which means lunch won't
be for another couple of hours...look at this way, guys and gulls,
especially gulls...that's longer for your analpuckers to recover" Lib The
Commandant finished, smiling.

   Hollis and Jerry moved two the beds in the middle of the pack again,
moving them a little further apart.  Two naked high-school cheerleaders,
cheerleaders who looked like sisters, I don't how else to describe them,
tall and shapely and obviously barely a day over eighteen, came in with
labcoats on, dropping them at their feet as one of them stood at the foot
of each respective middle bed, slipping out of panties that each had a
bloody maxipad affixed to its crotch.

   "Students, this is Angelica..." Libby touching her on the shoulder as
she stood between them "...and this is Tina..." doing similarly "...these
are the first two of many models that you'll work with this week, for
specific situation educational needs..."

   "...here's the drill...you'll split into your four-person groups as I
mentioned earlier, everyone remember?, good, and each group will do one and
then the other in turn, in the following exercise: each team member will
manually penetrate the model's vagina, you'll frig them, for approximately
two to three minutes...then you'll taste the fluid on your hand, and offer
them a taste, which they will accept...then, you will lick their clit, then
the entire length of their labial lips, lick them clean of menstrual fluid,
then you will tongue-fuck them for at least a couple of minutes or until an
instructor says 'stop', your tongue must penetrate their vagina as far
inside as possible, then you will french-kiss the model with your
still-bloody tongue...understood?...any questions?"

   Even though Mrs.  Doc had done her menstrual bit earlier with Flo's
fluid being used as an after-breakfast mint with us, and even though I had
given head to a couple of girlfriends before while they were having their
periods, this was getting a little gross to me even, and I could see all
our lady compatriots' faces look a tiny bit sick for a second.  What the
hell, right?  In for a penny, in for ten thousand dollars.

   The models lay down on their assigned beds, the instructors putting
hotel towels under the butts, and we gathered together in our assigned
groups next to them.  Flo and Margot did Angelica before me, and after the
first minute or so, they seemed to settle down, seemed to mind less and
less as the exercise progressed.  Angelica told Ferrum, who was monitoring
the exercise standing with our group, that Margot wasn't pushing her tongue
in deep enough, Ferrum joining Margot at Angelica's cunt, feeling the depth
of Margot's tongue in Angie's cunt, pronouncing to no one in particular
that Margot had a short-ish tongue.  Myself, I kind of enjoyed it.  Sharing
the kiss-franco with Angelica was nice, she seemed to really get off
kissing my blood-soaked tongue and mouth, she honestly kissed me back.  Our
group finished with Angelica as the other group finished with Tina, and we
switched places.  Tina's flow was heavier than Angie's and tasted
different, as Angie's had tasted different from Flo's earlier sample that
morning.  We completed our rounds and I thought that was it, but no dice.
"Nick, Eric...girls...one last exercise before lunch...Nick, you'll begin
to fuck Angelica, whatever position you want is fine, and Eric, you
Tina...after a few moments, after you get good and sloppy, stop, and one of
your fellow team members at a time will in turn suck your bloody cock
clean, you refreshing its blood-covering with a short fuck between
cleansings...then, boys and girls, team members will switch male partners,
then male partners will switch models, and we'll repeat everything until
each team member has sucked Nick and Eric both after they've fucked each
model...everyone understand?"

   The emotion of the day catching up with us a little, no, I don't think
we all comprehended the minutiae exactly, but that wasn't important, Libby
would certainly juggle these hundred fine china plates in the air.  A
couple of us, including myself, looked at her funny, but really, it was
just another circlejerk sequence like we had done a couple of times already
that morning.  If Libby ever retires from professional teaching of bodywork
students, I'm sure she could find a second career as a Captain on a
Chinese-Fire-Drill Team.  My stomach was growling, I just wanted some
lunch, a bloody hamburger or two to eat, not a bloody pussy or more to
fuck.

   The near-sisters-because-of-looks were actually good lays.  Even with
their fluid flow, especially Tina's heavier one than Angelica's, providing
excessive lubrication, their pussies both were so tight that neither I nor
Nick had any trouble maintaining our hards during the fucks.  We'd go a
little soft but not much during our suck-offs from our fellow
female-type-classmates as they lay between our legs, licking us clean per
instructions, but our highschool sweethearts would get us back firm just as
soon as they jumped back on top of us.  Just as Keiko, my last of my last
go'round, was finishing licking me clean, the clock read two-forty and the
sound of clanging china and moving food trays was heard...lunch, finally!

   Strange, isn't it, wasn't it?  In a sea of limitless pussy, all I could
think about was food.  It reminded me of Midas, deluged in a sea of
limitless gold because all he touched turned to same, all he could think
about also was food, because his food turned into gold, too.  Okay, maybe
not a perfect analogy, but I was batshit hungry.  "One hour,
people!...exactly one hour, no more!" Libby shouted at the top of her
lungs, as the staff left us to our own devices.

   Nick and I got up take a quick shower, we both being covered
knees-to-navel in mixed menstrual fluids.  Tina and Angelica joined us in
the communal shower, they also being knees-to-nipples red in their
femininity.  I had withheld my orgasms during the last part of the exercise
for the benefit of the class.  Now, I wanted some relief.  I fucked Tina
from behind while we knelt on the cold, hard, tiled shower floor, Nick
doing the same with Angelica.  It didn't take us long.  My stomach saw to
that.  I filled Tina's bloody pussy with my come, did one more quick wash
of the red, and headed for the grub.

   Lib had done us nice, without asking.  Besides what we had ordered, the
staff had also brought up both a full salad bar and hot bar on wheels, the
hot bar having soups and chilis and even country-styled-steak, another cart
sporting actual plates and silverware, not just paper plates and plastic
forks, like yesterday.

   Flo was sitting with Gwen and Margot at a couple of our classroom tables
they had pulled out from the wall, sitting on a folded towel placed in the
seat of the chair for obvious reasons.  I kissed them all and they kissed
me friendly back as I sat down next to Flo with my cheese and chili and
turkey club and chips, a waiter bringing my drink to me, blind as a bat to
a bunch of naked people-types in front of his eyes.  We made small talk,
genuine smalltalk.  They each had, moments before, licked two different
respective menstrual fluids from my cock.  We all seemed at a loss for
words.  The weather.  Shopping.  The fact that it was so late already. 
Smalltalk.

   Finishing lunch, Flo got up to go to the bathroom.  Keiko sat down at
her previous seat, taking her place at our roundtable.  I apologized to all
of them for what had just happened, without knowing why.  They each shook
their heads, warbling about how it was okay, I was just doing as I was told
to do, as were they.  I kissed Keiko as she sat next to me, then reached
across the table to motion to and hold Margot's and Gwen's hands,
simultaneously.  Lightbulb idea hit me.

   Standing up and moving to Margot's chair, whispering my idea, she
nodding yes, I asked Gwen and K.  if they'd like to move in with us for the
rest of the week, that obviously our room like their room had more than
enough room for their bed and their stuff.  G&K looked at each other,
whispered back and forth a bit in each other's ears, and replied "...sure,
guys, we'd love to...we'll push our beds together, to make one giant bed,
okay?", we agreeing.  My gut said that from here on out, though, more
sleeping than fucking would be done in any bed in any student's room on the
ninth floor of the Roslyn Harbour Hotel.

   Libby walked back in with Jerry by themselves.  I walked over to Lib and
made my plea.  "Libby?" "Yes, Eric...what is it, what do you want?" "Dr. 
Chaim said that while we were here, we could have anything we wanted to
make our stay here, our tenure during school, more comfortable,
right?...right?" "Yes, Eric, that's our policy, as long as the demands
aren't too expensive or outrageous, we try to make you feel as comfortable
as possible".  "Well, Margot, Gwen, K.  and myself talked about it, and
we'd like to live together for the rest of the week...could you move their
bed and stuff to our room, so we could be together after class more?" "I
don't see why that would be a problem, sure, Eric".  "Oh, and one other
thing..." a flash of food flood thought still being on my mind from the
extended nutritional deprivation of this morning "...could you fill up the
'frig in our room with some canned soft drinks, and maybe scrounge up some
chips and dip and maybe a couple of frozen microwave pizzas to have handy
in the freezer compartment, pretty please, Teach'?" "Since you asked so
nice, certainly, Student Eric...I'll make a call right now...everything
will be ready when we get through today, okay?" "Thanks, you're a doll" I
answered.  "I am, aren't I...five more minutes, then another class,
stud...go finish your lunch, you foodaholic" she playfully popping me on my
rear with her bare hand hard enough to feel as I turned to walk back to my
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   The Body Worker by PlanetDweller

   Day 2: Or, The Wiring Of Jericho, Pt.2, The P.M.  Session

   My Dears had scooted away from our lunch table.  I finished my bites
alone.  Everyone was milling around, mostly just walking slowly around the
room, not really saying much of anything to anyone else.  I tried to at
least get Margot to come back over and sit with me, but she made an excuse
gesture of pointing the bathroom all of a sudden, heading that way.  The
smell of spent sex filled the room.  Hollis sprayed some sort of
thickly-orange-scented spray all over the room, hiding some of the odor of
non-passions spent.  The rest of our "faculty" huddled together at Doc's
desk against the back wall, talking softly so no one else could hear. 
Hollis left the room for a moment, and came back shortly with a CD boombox
and some CD's.  He plugged it in at a wall outlet, put some Enya on, and
cut up the volume just enough to hear without stepping on non-existent
friendly conversations taking place.

   Libby rapped her knuckles on the desk to draw our attention.  She hadn't
done that before, using instead her foghorn of a set of vocal cords.  In a
voice calmer and softer than she had yet used before, she asked, not
barked, us to sit in a circle together on the mats.  I couldn't help but
wonder what was next, German Shephard Love Lessons?  Margot was no where to
be found.  I told them to look in the bathroom, and Ferrum towed her out
from her hiding place.

   Lib told us with calmer demeanor to kneel upright, and snuggle together
in a circle, buttcheek-to-buttcheek as close as possible.  Whatever.  Then
Courtney, who was standing behind our circle as were the other faculty,
began singing along, soft and sweetly and in tune, with the Enya CD playing
in the background.  Most of us shot "what the hell?" looks around our
circle.

   Lib kneeled behind Surawan, and spoke to the group.  "Before we get back
to our bodywork exercises, we're going to take a moment to meditate. 
Meditate, think, and talk.  Meditate on the implications of what we've all
done today.  Think about the here and now, and your futures.  Talk about
anything, anything, that comes to mind.  Anything.

   Five minutes of dead silence.  We all just knelt as in prayer to our
Polykinetic gods, Zenning a hole in the floor in the middle of our circle.
Then Keiko spoke.  "May I say what I feel, Miss Libby?..." she meekly
asked. "Yes, anything...whatever is in your mind or heart, share it with
the group, please" Libby replied in assured but calm voice.  "I...I...I
feel like I've been raped, raped repeatedly, this morning...I feel totally
violated and used..." "I do too!" said Flo.  "I do too!" said Margot.  "I
do too!" said Gwen.  "I do too!" said Maddy.  "I do too!" said Surawan.

   Flo began crying, sobbing like child, first, then it spread to all our
class.  Even I and Nick almost got caught up with the emotion of the
moment. I got up and moved around to be next to Margot, so I could hold
her, give her support.  Soon, the group circle collapsed into one big group
hug, tears and wails flowing like a Sicilian funeral procession.  Libby
just let the moment be itself.  She didn't intervene.  Courtney had quit
her singing along with Enya, but no one noticed.  I kissed Margot on the
lips, then Gwen, then Keiko, then the rest, even gave Nick a kiss on the
cheek, telling them all as I did that I loved them, loved them all so much.
That sparked a round of supportive kisses and more supportive looks and
words.  Suddenly, it felt like a giant weight had been lifted collectively
from our shoulders.  Still kneeling close, our staff snuggled around us,
around our perimeter at our backs, extending their arms to join in an outer
circle of supportive hugs.  "That was excellent, class...now, let's all
talk about why everyone perceived their lessons this morning as rape."

   Surry, Keiko, and Gwen all tried to immediately take back their words,
try to tell Libby they didn't mean it that way, that it was the moment
only, that they really didn't feel that way, I think out of cultural
conditioning, a sense of societal politeness.  Libby wouldn't have it.  She
insisted on validating, not discounting, their feelings.

   In a nutshell, the root cause of most the feelings of rape was that they
had been forced to do things which they had never done before, things which
would have seemed gross as hell to them just seventy-two hours before,
things they would have never done at gunpoint voluntarily, they did within
the class just an hour or so before.  Libby reminded us all that we were
volunteers here, that we were here of our own free will, and we always had
choices.  A choice might have unintended negative consequences, but there
was always choice, and this only a school, not life or death.  She also
went on about how we would be healing those who had been raped soon after
finishing this school, and how much we were needed by those in our
practices we would go to.  Then she capped it all by saying that the
reaction we had was common, and expected, that "mostly, it was the shock of
the breaking down your old walls of what is and isn't sex, what is and
isn't therapy, etc."

   The instructors broke their arms-around embrace of our group, and left
us to just be with each other and share strength and support.  Slowly,
smiles and happy faces and pleasant tones in voices returned.  Everyone
seemed to be recovering.  Flo asked who was going to clean up her puddle of
stuff that was accumulating at the base of her knees, as it ran down her
legs.  We all answered, almost in perfect unison, that "you are!", laughter
filling the group.  Libby and Courtney came over to us, and asked if we all
were ready to get back to work, all of us standing up as a signal of "yes".
We sat back down in our semi-circle of chairs at the back of the room. 
Courtney spoke as the rest of her staffmates listened with us.

   "That was wonderful, guys, I'm glad that happened...like Dr.  Chaim
said, you all are a special group....next will be the mirror of what we did
before the menstrual workshop, the mirror being you'll do us and we'll be
passive, as you were passive and we active first time around...each of you
will make love with each of us, in an active way...after that, you'll
circle bodywork each other, then we'll do a short group session...any
questions?" she chirped.

   The got up and stood before us.  They didn't tell us what to do next. 
Finally, Gwen and Nick and Surawan all stood up together, and picked a
partner, Gwen with Jerry, Nick with Libby, and Surawan with Courtney.  A
moment passed, no else got up, so I picked Ferrum, and lead her over to the
matpile, my arm around her waist.  Flo choose Hollis, while Margot, Keiko,
and Maddy turned their chairs around to observe us.

   I tried to mimic pretty close to what Ferrum and her cuntfriends had
done to me earlier, except that being in the active role now, after the
obligatory feel-up and pussylick and frig and fuck, I pushed her flat on
her stomach, covered my cock in latex, and fucked her in the ass, she
accepting.  Nick seeing my cock in Ferrum's pucker, he moved Lib around
from his fuck and did the same to her.  From there, things continued on
like it was in the earlier rotation, Margot and K.  and Maddy being worked
into the linecard, taking their turns with each instructor in the active
role and so on.

   When my turn came with Jerry, after I had masturbated him and sucked him
some, he looked at me with his cock in my mouth still and asked if I'd like
to fuck him in the ass, since I had fucked his three female coworkers that
way just moments earlier.  I ignored the cocksucker.  He asked me again,
and again.  I was waiting for Libby to give the "all switch" signal, but
she was busy having her asshole tongue-fucked by Margot.  I stopped my suck
of him, and got the group's attention.

   "Ladies, Nick, my classmates..." they all turning to look my way
"...Jerry here has asked me three times if I wanted to assfuck him, and I
haven't replied yet...I'll leave it up to you, my peers...if you'd think it
would help you understand bodywork polykinetic principles better, or if
you'd just like to see me do him, I will, but if you don't want me to, I
won't", all of them murmuring "no's" and going back to their respective
partners at hand.

   The tension that had been building between us and "them" seemed to more
or less be gone.  Mostly, 99%, but not totally.  Still, the level of
acceptance and yes, mutual "possession" had increased dramatically.

   After we had finished our rotations in the active mode with our
instructors, Libby assumed control of the group once more, again, with less
heavy-handed-ness and more respect for us.

   "Now, the next exercise is a bonding exercise with each other...this one
will go quicker, because it'll just be you eight...this is your
assignment...you'll either stand or kneel before each other, no more than
eighteen inches apart or less...before touching, you'll tell your partner
what you like most about him or her, and what you like least...then,
touching each other while still looking in each other's eyes, you'll tell
them what you really feel about them, as a person, as a classmate,
etcetera, and no holding back...then, you'll have sex with them in every
way possible, again you two studs you don't have to assfuck each other..."
"Gee, thanks a fucking ton, 'Teach!" Nick yelled but not screamed out,
cracking everyone up.  "...but otherwise, total encompassment...in the
interest of time, it's already after four, we'll be whispering in ears to
switch focuses and switch partners, like we've been doing, to facilitate
time.

   Libby assigned me to Maddy, Gwen to Nick, Margot to Flo, and Surawan to
Keiko.  I told Maddy I liked her body and skin most, and her hair least...I
told her I really thought she is a great wife to her husband, and that her
husband is a lucky man, that I'd be honored if I married someone like her.
She told me she liked my stamina and my sense of humor most, that she
disliked my flippant sarcasm least, and that she wanted to make love, not
just have sex, with me sometime during the week, alone she and I, that she
thought I was a special man and would make a wonderful healing bodyworker.
I told her we would definitely find some time alone, we sharing a smile,
then a happy kiss, before getting down to business.

   With Flo, I told her I was still awestruck by her beauty, that her best
personality trait was her honest vulnerability, and that I liked her
sometimes unintentional aloofness least.  I then poured my heart out to
her, telling her I felt honored to be sharing sex, even in a clinical
school setting, with such a dazzling woman, some one who just isn't
beautiful physically but pure of heart on the inside.  She said she liked
my willingness to be strong yet compassionate most, disliked my impatience
and spurts of temper least, and that she, like Maddy, really wanted some
time along with me during the week, again, where we could make love, not
just have sex, I promising, hoping they'd give us more free time later in
the week.

   And so it went with Surawan, Keiko, Margot, et al, all except Margot and
Nick, though more predictably, because I had bonded more with the others
privately.

   When it came time for Nick and me to be together, all the staff gathered
around us, as if to make sure we'd actually complete the sex part of the
assignment, and not fake any part of it, like they didn't trust one or both
of us completely.  I didn't care, as long as they didn't pop up and change
the rules and insist we assfuck each other to satisfy their own bents. 
With five curious staffers around, after I had masturbated Nick hard, I
told him to go ahead and come in my mouth if he wanted, that I didn't mind.
After having Jerry and Hollis work their proclivities on me all day, it
wasn't bad.  Nick was becoming a friend, anyway.  I'm sure what I was
feeling, the mixed emotions, were being felt by our women peers as they did
each other as part of their training even though they probably weren't
getting too excited doing each other, most of the time at least.  Nick let
go and popped his cork in my mouth.  I stood up and french-kissed Libby and
Courtney and Ferrum who were still standing around us to show I had tried
to complete the lesson's objective.  Nick did the same.  He didn't give bad
head, it was good enough to make me come, but I had six female-type mouths
or more afterhours to pick from, when I wanted some head.

   Margot and I kneeled on the mats before each other.  At least she was
the perfect antidote to my brush to the left with Nick.  I told her that I
liked her smile and her sense of self-confidence most, disliked her
excessive wearing of jewelry out in public least, and that I was so pleased
that we'd be sharing our professional mostly but also parts of our private
lives together, that I couldn't wait for our journey to begin once we got
back to Raleigh.  She said she like my no-nonsense approach to things most,
my insistence on nagging for some kind of sex I wanted least, and that she
thought I was probably the most honest and wonderful man she had ever met
in her entire life, and when we got back to Raleigh, she was going to
propose to me.  I looked as hard-square in the eye as I could, and she
didn't blink...I couldn't tell to save me if she was trying to pull my leg,
or not.

   Our circle exercise in bonding with each other ended.  Keiko's
eighteen-year-old pussy was every bit as tight as I thought it was going to
be, it felt like her muscles were so well-developed that she could squeeze
the lead out of a pencil, and her ass was as tight.  Surawan sucked my
balls mostly instead of my cock, and I still came.  She also tongue-fucked
my ass, which I found surprisingly pleasant.

   The clock now read six-ten.  If food and sex don't go together, appetite
and desire, you couldn't disprove it by me that day.  They allowed us a
short bathroom and drink break for ten minutes, then back to it.  Besides
newly minted hunger, I was also getting a bit tired, as they rest of the
group was too, I think.

   Courtney again took centerstage.  "Great...simply great, guys...I, we,
saw some real bonding and some real emotion out there just then...and
Eric's come was at least edible if not tasty, wasn't it, Nick?..." the room
now releasing and roaring with laughter, even Nick bobbing his head as we
sat in our chairs near each other "...now, the last round for today..."
"Amen!" Gwen shouting aloud, and more polite laughter.  "...just a short
round of FMF and MFM threesomes..." Someone mumbled under their breath that
to them, that building Rome would take just a couple of hours, giggles
rippling.  "...and after that, no more for today...because the ratio is
odd, six women and two men, we'll cut the rotations short instead of making
them longer, especially after the great one-to-one sex bonding sessions you
just had...we're going to enforce a timelimit of no more than five minutes
per coupling, and if you want to cut it quicker, do so, and if we need to,
we'll call you back to finish" Court-and-Spark finished saying.

   We began with FMF's.  I started with Gwen and Maddy, ended with Keiko
and Flo in the rotation.  Our instructions were for us guys to stand up,
get a double-suck, have the girls play with each other some and soul-kiss
and we join in, then fuck one while the the other licks the pussy I'm
fucking and then vice versa, then they go into a sixty-nine, and I assfuck
them alternately.  Try doing all that within a five minute time limit.  But
we all were trying, we all were getting pooped, we were sprinting towards
that finish line.

   They didn't make Nick and me do any male-male stuff we didn't want to do
in the MFM threesomes.  Our order of battle was to stand in front of our
female partner, she play and suck us both off while we stood next to each
other, we kiss and play with her and give her head and just roam her for a
moment, then flipped her doggie-style, one of us fucking her pussy while
she sucked the other one off, then changing places, then she rides one of
us on top while the other assfucks her from behind, then we switch places
in that position, too.  Yeah, try doing all that in five minutes.  Somehow,
we more or less did.

   Before dismissing us, we all had to crawl up on a gyn table and be
examined.  I didn't like being in the stirrups, and now see why some women
think it's demeaning.  While in the stirrups, Libby asked me if I'd like
another quick jack-off job "on the house".  I told her she wasn't funny,
snickering softly to indicate that her comment was cool with me.  We all
were thoroughly examined for any skin abrasions, tears, or lesions around
our genital areas and in our mouths, and considering all our women-students
had been assfucked more today than in total for the past rest of their
lives, particular attention was paid to their anal areas, checking very
carefully for anything other than solid tan or pink.

   As we were heading out the door at past nine-thirty, a nearly fifteen
hour day, Libby called out one last thing.  "If any of you are thinking
about going into Roslyn, don't...it's a Sunday night, and the sidewalks are
rolled up at six on Sunday night...the hotel bar and restaurant have been
kept open for you all especially, just show your room key to charge what
you want, as always, good night, see you in the morning" she planed as she
left for the evening.

   Gwen, Keiko, Margot and I assembled our little pod and trodded down the
hall to our new shared room.  Considering what we had just been through, I
wondered to myself if the four of us and even more limited privacy was such
a good idea.  Lib had kept her word.  Our two beds not only were together,
but had a foam "T" piece placed between them, to make a larger, solid
sleeping surface.  The fridge was full of drinks and the kitchen counter
overflowed with snacks.  I wanted something filling.  Asking them if they
wanted to join me downstairs, they all indicated "no", they were too tired.
I knew they wanted something to eat, though, they had to.  Room service as
an option had never been offered to us.  I pattered down the hall and asked
the guy at the elevator security desk if we could order room service in. 
He said "sure".  Geez, that would have been nice if they had told us that
earlier.

   I called down to the kitchen and gave them four orders for four
individual pizzas, and two six-packs of ice-cold Michelob.  Forty-five
minutes later, a waiter from the kitchen brought our stuff, along with some
fresh, hot breadsticks we didn't order, nice touch.  They had put the beer
in a large ice bucket to keep it cold.  I hadn't tipped anyone at the hotel
since arriving.  I gave the kid a ten, he smiled and thanked me.  He looked
back at us as he turned the corner out of our room like he wanted a tip
instead of some naked pussies, but it'd been not funny if he asked one or
more three very worn-out tails and mouths for some action.

   Gwen rested her head in my lap as I leaned against the headboard, Margot
doing the same in Keiko's lap, as we scarfed our Italian soul food down,
all of us, even Gwen, chasing it with a Michelob, some nameless movie
making whitenoise on the tv on HBO.  Some cooled but still sticky melted
cheese feel onto one of Gwen's nice Canadian mellon-boobies.  I leaned
forward and licked it off of her tit.  She leaned up and kissed me, telling
me that I was wonderful today.  I replied that she wasn't so bad herself. A
round of happy silliness ensued for a few moments, using tits all around as
food sampling trays.  Fun, but after all the unbridled sex with each other
today, more from a need to relax than a need to get horny.  Keiko scooted
closer to me, Margot reached for Gwen's hand, Keiko and I nuzzled some,
Margot dozed off to sleep in K's legbasket.  Before I was sure a call from
Carol would be ringing soon to remind me to take my damn pill, I eased up
and off the bed to get my pillbottle and chase it down with my last sip of
Michelob.  The floor was dead quiet.  I tiptoed to the open door, and
wonderful silence.  My three monkeys had all dozed off in the meantime by
the time I got back to them, not even five minute later.  Retrieving some
blankets from the closet, I covered them as best I could, snuggling beside
Gwen in our Bed Of Loyalty To Each Other.  As fatigue gave way to slumber,
it felt like the re-wiring of my mental walls of Jericho or whatever the
hell Doc had said earlier would happen began to happen, as nerve tingles
fell into beta waves which painted a film of Van Gogh recording a new
version of "Impressions" on his VCR.



   The Body Worker by PlanetDweller



   Day 3: Autoerotic, Or, Mechanix Illustrated, Or, How To Woof A '40 Ford



   Sweet-smelling, luxurious auburn hair tickled my face as I crawled out
of my deep dreamstate, leaving Einstein and Roseanne and Idi Amin to ponder
why even with lots of syrup Waffle House waffles still taste like crap
pressed between layers of cardboard.  A smiling Courtney, not getting my
eyes open yet with her hair tickle, brushed my lips with one of her tits, I
playfully quickly opening my mouth and making a faux attempt to catch her
nipple between my teeth, she punching me gently in the ribs with "you're
awake, you Eric you, get your buns out of bed, it's seven a-m".  My arm was
caught underneath Gwen and was numb from lack of blood flow to it, as she
lay halfway over-on-top-of-me.  Keiko and Margot were leaning back against
us, using us as a backstop, as we lay in a peaceful pile on our bed. 
Courtney nudged and spoke to them all, but they all mumbled to her to "go
away, no more sex!".  Court-Of-St.-Sex asked me to get my bedmates on up,
that class would start promptly at eight, that she had other things to do
before class.



   Margot continued to lightly snore as the others slumbered in half-sleep.
I staggered to the bathroom to shave, but looking in the mirror and seeing
no new beardgrowth, remembered that I wouldn't be having to do that chore
for another three or four weeks.  I brushed my teeth as Keiko wandered in
to the bathroom to take a dump, sitting on the commode and wiping her ass
in front of me like we had been married for fifty friggin' years.  What the
hell.  I had fucked that same poophole of hers, what, five or six times
yesterday?  She had licked bloody residue on my cock from two different
other women during the day, too?  No point in false modesty at this point.
Giving me a peck on the cheek and a polite "good morning", she opened the
shower door and turned on the water, as I took my own shit, then joined
her.



   The hot water stung my cock a little.  When I washed it with soap and a
washcloth, my cock screamed in protest, like it had been abused by two
pedophile priests armed with belt sanders.  K.  and I washed each other's
backs and fronts.  Sore as it was, her nuzzling of me and touch of it made
it rise.  Of all the female-type recepticles on the ninth floor at the
Roslyn Harbour Hotel, her pussy and ass were both definitely the tightest.
My cock rose despite itself.  Both Nick and I had been studmachines
yesterday, subconsciously, unconsciously so.  I had fucked three or four
hours straight before in my old life, but never fourteen.  I couldn't help
but wonder if there was something in the MascuStat pills besides drug
compounds that prevented semen from forming.  Naw, couldn't be.  If there
was, it'd be on the market, and the inventor of it would be richer than ten
Bill Gates.  Must have been the day, the setting, the fact that for my
job's sake nine different and new women had been doing nice things to my
cock all day.  Yeah, that was it.



   K.  played with my cock as we rinsed off.  The hot water was relaxing
us, but we needed to wake up, not get sleepier.  My index finger touched
her pussy, and she audibly and visibly flinched, her cunt as sore as my
cock.  That pussystraw of hers was so inviting, but we were both just too
sore.  We hugged and kissed and I told her wonderful how much of a
wonderful lover she was.  Drying each other off, I asked her about
something that had popped in my head yesterday, and I had been meaning to
ask her.



   "Keiko..." "Yes...Eric?" "There's something, a couple of things, I've
been meaning to ask you..." "What is it?...ask, I don't mind" "Doc said
that everyone of us, the whole class, had at least some medical
background....you're what, eighteen?" "Uh-hu...I turned eighteen two weeks
and three days ago...why?" "If you don't mind me asking, how...how could
you have any kind of background at all, let alone a medical one, at
eighteen?"



   She looked irritated-ly at me for a second, then replied "it's real
simple...my father is a psychiatrist and my mother is a gynecologist, and
they're both partners in a large family and marital therapy practice in San
Francisco, they employ six bodyworkers within the practice, five of whom
have attended this course...I and my older brother have always known
exactly what kind of therapies they use in their clinic...when I was
sixteen, I was still a virgin, but being curious, I told my parents I
wanted to have sex and learn what it was, but I got in my head and asked
them if I could learn from a MF partner-team of two of their bodywork
employees...three days and three hours later, my curiosity was
satisfied...I enjoyed my time with them so much, that I asked Pa-Pa and
Mother if I could help out with some of their staff's bodywork
sessions...they talked about it for a month, and finally agreed, but only
as a team member with another woman or guy, and only on a very limited
basis part-time, until I finished high school...my school thinks I am at a
clinic undergoing rehab for substance abuse right now, that's the excuse
they gave them, ha-ha...I'll graduate this May...my parents sent me her so
I could be more formally trained, that's why I am here...in June, I'll be
full-time".



   All I could muster from my poor brain or say was "Damn!" "Want an easy
and soft blowjob, stud?" she asked, smiling at me.  "Yeah, but it'll have
to be quick"



   Margot and Gwen passed us on the way out, we all exchanging kisses and
hugs.  K.  sat on the edge of the bed and with puffed cheeks tried to give
me the softest blowjob possible, but I was simply too sore to enjoy it. 
Margot and Gwen came out of the bathroom.  I blewdried Margot's hair,
combing it out straight for her, her well-cwoffed locks falling into place
as she sat facing the dresser and mirror, me kissing the top of her head as
I tended her, trying to show some genuine heartfelt affection for her.  I
leaned in to nuzzle next to her neck, and she nuzzled back, thanking me for
being a wonderful friend.  The big-red numberblocks on the clock radio atop
the nightstand read "7:54", but our commute to our classes was what, thirty
paces away?



   Our Soremorethanmoresome Foursome was the last to arrive at the
classroom, save Doc and Mrs.  Dwak.  Hot, freshly cooked bacon, sausage
patties, and scrambled eggs had been added to our previously only cold
breakfast bar spread.  I notice things like that.  A couple or three of
small round bar tables had been set up with vinyl-seated chromesteel-legged
chairs as an eating area near the junkpiles to the right of the room,
between the buffet table and the junk.  The lecturn had been moved back,
our tables back in front of it with our nameplates again, the projection tv
and overhead projector set up for shows again as well.  After yesterday, "a
boring day of boring Doc lectures would be fine with all of us", I thought
to myself.  Surawan and Nick were sitting at one table.  Flo, wearing pink
panties today as opposed to the white ones that had been fetched for her
yesterday, sat with Maddy.  Gwen and Keiko got another empty table.  Margot
sat with Surry and Nick.  I plopped my scrambled eggs and bacon and sausage
plate down with Flo and Maddy, covering my eggs nearly black with grindings
from the handgrinder.  "You like a little eggs with your pepper, doncha,
Eric?", Flo commented.



   Small talk filtered across the table, all the tables, small talk of
relaxation, not tension.  Miles of smiles were exchanged, soft laughter
punctuated the morning air.  Just a bunch of old friends who until three
days ago had never met each other just sitting around naked as the
proverbial jaybirds in front of each other, eating, talking, enjoying each
other's platonic company, while waiting for class to start and the
polykinetic lessons begin once again.  The clock read eight-two-two.  A
naked Papa and Mrs.  Doc walked in the room, Doc looking like he had taken
a bath, his skin being two shades lighter I swear and had trimmed his
beard, his body smelling of soap as he passed by us instead of wet baby
quail as he had reeked of yesterday, telling us that class would start
promptly at eight-thirty as he and his missus sauntered up to his desk and
lecturn at the back of the room.



   His krew assembled around him, putting a tape in the VCR, turning the tv
on, arranging some overhead transparencies, fiddling with papers.  Libby
walked back to where we all were sitting with a bottle of clear liquid and
a washcloth in hand, asking, "anyone here who has a sore bottom, raise
their hand!..." eight hands shooting skywards "...I know you're sore, guys,
you have to be after yesterday, you haven't built up your 'callouses' so to
speak yet, here, this 'ill help, it's just witch hazel solution diluted in
water, I promise it'll make your sore tails feel immediately better..."



   Lib swabbed us all down one at a time, drenching our cunts and cocks and
butt-y-holes with the liquid she'd dampened the cloth with, and yes, as
soon as it hit, I felt immediate relief, it felt cool and very soothing. 
Thanks, Lib, My Teacher.



   "I'll leave this bottle with some more washcloths on the wirerack if
anyone wants to re-dab some more during class back on the desk, help
yourself, and I'll make sure there'll be new bottles of it in your
bathrooms by the end of the day, so you can use them tonight, okay?", we
all thanking her sincerely and profusely.



   Doc called the class to order, and we took our places.  Pushing a button
on a remote, the VCR kicked in, and a tape, must have copied from a film
made in the 40's or 50's, began playing.  It was a loop of a guy, and I
swear on a stack Manuals For Therapeutic Bodywork ten feet high that I'm
not making this up, of some old dude in overalls climbing into a pickup
truck, it must have been a pre-World-War-2 old pick up, maybe a '39 or '40
Ford, you could see the Ford logo on the hood, getting in, the shot cutting
to his hand turning a key, then cutting to him pushing on a thing on the
floorboard - it must have been some sort of old-fashioned starter
thingydoddle, then engaging the gearshift on the column, then driving along
some country road, looking happy, then parking, then a shot to him
disengaging the clutch, then turning the key to cut the engine off, and
getting out of the truck, closing the door.  This same scene repeated at
least two, maybe three dozen times, one after the other.  We all gave each
other sideways glances with mutual "what the hell is Doc up to now?!?"
quizzical expressions.



   "Now, class..." Doc finally spoke, as Jerry cut the tv and off "...who
among you, can tell me what this film you just saw might mean?" Polite,
almost embarrassed silence.  Then Nick spoke up.  "That we've all
accidentally wandered into a bizzaro world Drivers' Ed class?" he quipped.



   "Good one, Nick, I hadn't heard that one before, a good one, but not
what I'm looking for...anyone else?" Doc implored us.  "I really am
clueless, Teacher..." Maddy spoke up "...but you use analogies a lot, so
obviously this an analogy of something you're going to teach us?"
"Correct...now the main lesson, another core lesson about bodywork,
begins."



   "I need a volunteer for a demonstration, preferably female, sorry guys,
you're later...anyone?..." Gwen raising her hand "...okay, Gwen, up on the
exam table behind me, please."



   Gwen layed back on it and stretched her legs into the stirrups.  We all
gathered around to watch, per our now common-ritual.  "Gwen, have you ever
had a full-force G-spot orgasm, or any kind of orgasm that you thought was
a G-sppwattt one, at anytime before?" "I don't...think so, Doctor...I
really don't know".  "Have you ever squirted cyprinic come from your vagina
during sex, as in a forced squirt of something you knew was something but
knew it wasn't pee?" "No, not to my knowledge, or memory, uh-uh". 
"Good...now, class, watch and learn" Doc continued.



   He dabbed a little more witch hazel on her slightly reddened cuntlips,
then gently rubbed her clit and massaged her lips some, working his hand
firmly but smoothly over her pussy.  Taking a plastic speculum out from the
table's drawer on the side, he inserted it in her with the handle sideways,
sideways as opposed to straight up-and-down like you would during a normal
exam, opened wide and locked it in place, her cunt gaping open from the
locked speculum bills turned to their sides.  Rubbing her clit a little
more, he thus spake "now, watch closely, students".



   With his middle and index fingers of his right hand facing upwards, he
placed them inside Gwen a couple of inches, feeling for her G-spot. 
Finding it, he began working it, and within thirty seconds, she obviously
came, but didn't squirt.  "That was with light, general pressure, just
enough for Gwen to feel my fingers...how did it feel, Gwen?" "That felt
wonderful, Teacher, simply wonderful" parroting the same words that Margot
had used yesterday after the same act being worked upon her.



   "Now, class, the first few seconds, I'm going to work the tips of my
fingers around her G-spot tissue, in order to identify the boundaries of
it, get a feel so to speak of how large it is, exactly where it's
positioned within the top wall of her vagina, and observing how much she
does or doesn't flinch or jump, and Gwen, it's important not not to be
brave, don't hold back any responses to my touch you feel, just react
normally, then put more firm pressure gradually over its wholeness, working
my way from its perimeter to the middle...now, the exact center of a
typical G-spot can be and usually is very sensitive to pressure, so don't
put narrow, focused pressure directly in the middle of it, spread the
pressure out more with your fingertips, but don't be afraid the apply very
firm pressure, you'll need to in order to have your patient fully express a
cyprinic ejaculation...any questions?...everyone understand?...okay..."



   Although it was hard to see exactly what Doc was doing insider her
cunttunnel, I could see him waggle his fingers a little, then press up,
then more waggle, then press, then waggle, then press, then really press
hard up while waggling harder, Gwen clutching the sheets and sucking air in
hard with an "oh...Oh, OH MY GOD!!!", three full squirts of her G-spot come
hitting Doc squarely in the face, he licking it off his lips.  He then
repeated it again, and Gwen squirted again, even more than the first, her
legs trembling a little as her feet rested in the stirrups, then he did it
again to her, and she just let go and saturated his chest with a continual
but broken stream of squirts, she crying out for him to "please, Doctor,
stop, STOP, it just feels TOO GOOD!"



   Doc stopped and returned to his barstool behind the podium.  We milled
around for a moment, all asking Gwen if it had really been that good, did
she really come that many times that hard, how did she feel now, did it
hurt - she nodding her head "no" to that one, just shivering a tad and
mumbling and trying to collect herself.  Libby came over and felt her off
some as we stood around, kissing her, sucking her nipples, rubbing her
clit, like she was cooling down a horse after a wild ride.  Lib told us to
return to our seats, Gwen widdle-waddling a bit behind us a moment later.



   "I'll bet someone, one of you doesn't believe still that female
ejaculation is real...if you're a biologically-born woman, you have a
G-spot, and any trained bodyworker, actually anyone who knows it's there,
can express an ejaculation.....someone disagree with me?...no, class, I
mean I want someone, especially woman student to disagree with
me....Flo?....Margot?....come on, there's always one in every class...any
lady student, who doesn't think I can make her ejaculate, I will bet $100
to a blowjob that I can...c'mon....$1,000?...TEN thousand?....Dear, go get
your purse...", Mrs.  Doc naked with us running out to go to their
apartment at the end of the hall, returning promptly.



   Doc fished her checkbook out, wrote a live check out to "cash" for
$10,000.00, and walked down the row of our desks, showing it up close to
each of us, with a "ten thousand dollars, ten thousand dollars, real
greenbacks right now against a blowjob, that says I can make any woman
express an ejaculation in under five minutes, even when she's doing her
best not to come...takers?" "You're on, Teacher" Surawan rose from her
desk, picking up the glove.



   Laying in the puddle of Gwen's come still on the exam table, Surry put
her feet in the stirrups, and Doc assumed his sitting position on the stool
at the foot of it.  Surawan tried to de-focus and zone-out as best she
could, but you can't fight physiology, and it was no contest.  Doc made her
come with no other foreplay within the first minute, her first cyprine
stream arching up and wetting the top of his balding head.  The second sent
her squirming and bucking on the table while she wet him down like a baby
pissing on you when you're changing it's diaper, and by the fifth one in
five minutes, Surry began babbling incoherently.  Doc sweetly patted her
pussy as he got up, telling her "I'll collect my blowjob later, Dear", like
he couldn't do what he wanted to her or any of us at anytime he wanted.



   "That, ladies and gentleman, was a prime example of female ejaculatory
response...working knowledge of this will be one of your core skills when
working with women patients in polykinetic bodywork situations....you must
master this skill, and master it perfectly, before you leave her this week,
or you won't be allowed to graduate...fortunately, it's a relatively easy
skill to learn, especially if you're female yourself, or are naturally
empathetic to women like our gentlemen are...it's at the core of our
Therapeutic Bonding Ritual, which allows you to connect with a female
patient on the most basic of all levels, allows a more fuller expression of
trust and surrendering of will per our Principle Of Possession that you
will employ with your patients...now, let me explain what you just
witnessed has to do with the Bonding Ritual and the film you just saw".



   Doc scooted his stool over to the overhead projector, flicked it on, and
began, a cross-section view of an old '40 Ford pickup truck being projected
behind him.  "This is going to be interesting, even for Doc", I pondered.



   "Women are like pick-up trucks; they're good for hauling things, and
most men that own one develop special a attachment to them..." the class
politely laughing "...no, seriously, female ejaculatory anatomy and
response is more similar to that old truck that you might imagine..."



   "...a naked female in front of you is like a parked truck waiting to be
driven...it's sitting there, cold, but with potential...during the bonding
ritual, what's the first thing you do?...correct, gently touch and massage
the face first...good, I see you've been studying your manuals,
good...massaging the face is the same as grasping the door handle and
opening the driver's side door of the truck, you're asking permission, or
more accurately, you're assuming possession of permission to enter that
personal space up close, the truck's or the woman-patient's...." "...when
you pull them close to you as they sit on the exam table or bed, what is
the mirror of that in this analogy?...very good again, sitting down in the
truck, entering even further a deeply personal space..and when you massage
a patient's back and breasts?....uh-hu, the truck opposite is fiddling with
the steering wheel, the gear shift, doing things to get ready to take
possession of the still-still object and do something with it..."



   "...what about turning the key?...that's right, Flo, turning a
woman-patient's key is when you play with her clitoris and rub her
labia...I might as well give you students your certificates now and send
you on back to where you came from, you already know this stuff as good as
I do...but remember the analogy used in the film, don't think of a modern
car where it starts when you turn the key all the way in, what did Farmer
Brown do in the film to start his truck, something most of you have never
done to start a vehicle before, or perhaps have never even seen?..." "Push
that starter-clutch-thing on the floor" I answered.



   "Excellent, Eric, you win a free turn to avoid a male-male with Nick in
class, just kidding..it's properly called a 'starter', and the female
equivalent in a therapeutic bodywork bonding ritual would be..." he
continued, while using a felt-tip pen to point to and scribble a check-mark
next to the starter in the truck cross-section diagram on the overhead
projector.  "The G-spot" "Right again...once a G-spot come has been
expressed, the patient or truck is now ready to be driven to where you want
to take it...now, what about Farmer Brown driving down the road, what does
that represent?..." silence "...anyone?...yes, Keiko?" "Would that be the
journey of the patient and yourself during your session that day with them,
the time spent with them in therapy, where you're in control and in charge
and taking them where they want to go but you're doing so by use of assumed
control as in The Principle Of Possession, you're driving them down the
road to their healing and recovery?"



   "Perfect...perfect answer, Keiko...you win a free pass of not having to
watch Eric and Nick do a guy-guy during class, just kidding guys...once the
engine's turned on and you have possession, you take it where you want to
go, where you know you're supposed to go with it, where your employer and
referring psychiatrist has told you to drive it, and then you park it..."
"The 'cool-down' mini-ritual after the session with a patient?" Margot
asked.  "Why don't you students come up here and I sit there and you teach
me, you know this stuff better than I do..." we laughing with sincere
appreciation.



   "...and the parking of the truck, the turning of the key to the
off-position and Farmer Brown exiting the truck, what do those acts
represent?" "The patient getting re-dressed, a friendly hug as they're
getting ready to leave, and some verbal reassurances about things, some
pleasant small-talk, and possibly a discussion of a future appointment with
them" Surawan finished "You folks don't need me...CLASS DISMISSED!...just
kidding, take a fifteen minute break, bodywork lessons in what we just
learned are next...Libby, the class is yours, see you bodywork geniuses
tomorrow, bye..." Doc concluded as he and Mrs.  Doc left the room to a
smattering of sincere applause, I wondering if our NY-native proverbial
Jewish (I assumed) psychiatrist might have a little North Carolina redneck
in him, the way he used and seemed so fond of pickup trucks...nnahhhh,
probably not.



   We all headed for that one bottle of witch hazel, Hollis leaving to
bring back shortly an entire case of twelve bottles of Dr.  Highwood's
Witch Hazel solution.  There was as much sexual tension in the air that
moment as there normally would be at a church picnic.  Strange.  Maybe not
so strange.  Not that we were becoming desensitised to sex, I don't think
that was happening at all to any one of us, but I do think we were all
starting to separate in our minds sex from making love, sex from love,
therapeutic sex from recreational sex, etc.



   Libby had Hollis and Jerry move the beds away to one side and the exam
tables closer together.  The huffed and puffed as they gruntworked the beds
out of the way.  Being a strong, handy male in a female-dominated
profession such as nursing when I was younger is something I know a little
something about.  For the first time, I felt a little empathy, a little
sympathy for them.  The clock showed a little after ten.  Already?



   Courtney called Nick and I over to the buffet table at the back (front?)
of the room.  Doc walked past the door pattering down the hall past us but
didn't even glance over.  She gave us both a couple of white capsules,
explaining that these were just a prescription version of No-Doze, and we
needed to take them now, and, handing us a tall tumbler full of ice and
cola, told us we needed to drink as much cola as possible while the lesson
went on, that we would need the fluid replenishment later, later but sooner
than later.  Nick and I both gave each other a sick look, silently
expressing "what the hell are they going to do to us now?" to each other.
Courtney brought us a fresh 2-litre Pepsi each as we put our drinks at our
places, milling up to Libby, Ferrum, and then Courtney who took her place
on one of the exam tables, a " 'gather 'round" command being nicely barked
by Libby.



   "This drill should be obvious.  We're going to teach you how to find
G-spots, first on us, then on yourselves...again, with the odd ratio,
you'll have to take turns with the three of us, and this will take some
time, maybe not.  Gwen, Keiko, Nick, Maddy, you're the first group with
us...the rest of you, you can hang if you'd like, here, in your rooms,
wherever, but stay on the floor so we can find you...even if we don't come
find out if you don't want to stay and watch, stick you head back in in
exactly one hour, okay?"



   Nick and chugged our colas per instructions.  What perverted things
indeed did our betters have in mind for us this morning, I didn't know. 
Flo headed to the restrooms new maxipad in hand, and I walked fast up
behind her.  Taking a piss and changing her pad in front of me, it would
have been bizarre to me except it seemed so comfortable after all that we
had been through, we chitchatted some.  I edged closed to her while she sat
on the commode in the stall, she taking my cock in hand, asking "are you as
sore as I was this morning?" while looking up at me with those doll-y eyes.
"I was, but the witch hazel helped a lot...I think I'm basically okay
now..." I bent down to kiss her, she kissed back "...you told me yesterday
you wanted some time alone with me this week...now seems perfect...want
some time alone, together, Flo?" We walked arms-around-waist back to her
room.  Yesterday, I had done every possible sexual act to her.  Today, I
just wanted some closeness, some snuggles, but yes, some sex too.  She
fetched a bath towel from the bathroom, spreading it on the bed, dropping
her panties on the floor.  Somehow, her covered, Kotex-protected pussy
seemed just as sexy or sexier than her bare, bleeding one.  Mystery
conquering knowledge.  I didn't care.



   I pulled her face to mine, and face-sucked her.  Our kisses were
passionate and genuine.  She butterfly kissed my face with her long
eyelashes.  My buddy quickly rose erect.  She rolled me on my back and
eyelash-kissed my nipples.  I audibly gulped.  She straddled me, riding me.
Sweet, non-lost innocence.  My perfect 12, fucking me, my fashion model
classmate and friend.  She stretched out atop me and sucked on my earlobe.
"If you were a girl..." she whispered "...I'd marry you in a second".  She
wasn't kidding.  I knew she was bi or lesbian more than straight.  I didn't
matter to me.  Her expression of her desire and affection for me was
genuine, as evidenced by her without reservation fuck of me.  Our fuck
became a cradle of friendship.  We spoonfucked, my chest to her back as we
lay next to each other, the slurp-slurp-slop-slop of our menstrual fuck
sounding like a pleasant babbling brook in the countryside, my hands
cradling those petite breasts and gently working those spectacular nipples.
We kissed some more.  I knew half an hour or more had already passed. 
Might as well have one come each before heading back.



   "How would you like me to make you come, Flo, my flowing Dear Friend?"
making a joke she politely snickered at.  "However you want...after
yesterday, you should know what hot buttons of mine to push..." "I think I
do, I think I do indeed".



   We sixty-nined, she licking my cock clean of blood, her gift to me, my
gift in return to her.  I nudged to all fours, placing her hand on her
pussy, telling her to "masturbate for me, Flo, give me a show, play with
your cunt for me".  She closed her eyes and got lost in herself.  I didn't
see a tube of KY anywhere, and none was in the nightstand drawer.  I didn't
want to break the mood.  I fucked her pussy some more, and using her fluid
as lubrication, entered her ass.  My strokes were slow, I figured she was
even more sore there from yesterday's fun that my cock had been, but I
pushed in deep.  She purred.  I knew time was short.  I held her butt firm
in my grasp as we doggie-style, and I came bare-back inside her.  She
rolled me over and licked my cock clean again, fresh from her asshole. 
Damn.  Then she kissed me with the same essence on her lips and tongue.  I
didn't taste a thing.



   The clock stood at eleven-twenty when we got back to the classroom. 
Five minutes late.  Gwen, Keiko, Nick, and Maddy looked like there were
close to finishing up with Libby and them.  Flo and I walked up to Surawan
and Margot, who were sitting together at Margot's and mine desk, waiting
their turn with the staff.  "You two have fun?" Margot asked wryly, we
humming a couple "uuuhhhhummmm"'s "Surry and I did, too".  I kissed Margot
and told her she was special.  She kissed me and told me with laughter in
her voice that I was a pussyhound.  I couldn't argue with that.  Libby
barked at Nick and myself to keep drinking colas.  Back to reality.



   The instructionals on how to find and manipulate G-spots was pretty
straightforward.  It was simply a matter of getting used to the feel of
them, so to speak.  Libby's was the size of walnut, Ferrum's no bigger than
pea, Courtney's somewhere in between.  They coached us on how much pressure
and rubbing to apply to achieve a non-expressed and then an expressed
orgasm.  They had to have come buckets each of cyprine come with the other
students, they sipped their own colas as they coached us individually, but
their come wells didn't seem to want to run dry.  Libby's cyprine tasted
like seawater, Ferrum's kind of like a watered-down milk, Courtney's had a
plain but mild hazelnut aftertaste, I asked her why that was, she admitted
she had no clue.  Three cunts, three G-spots, three frigging sessions.  At
least my instructors seemed pleased with my ability to grasp, pardon the
pun, their G-spots, how quickly and adroitly (I found that word in the
thesaurus) I was able to express their cyprinic comes, despite being on the
downward end of the rotation, after they were somewhat spent already. 
Ho-fucking-hum.  I guess that's why they call therapeutic bodywork
"clinical", because it soon becomes clinical, much like inserting catheters
into or changing bedpans under female hospital patients, my clinical
detachment coming early to me when I was an LPN.



   I hadn't even thought about it for some reason, but it was
twelve-thirty, and no bluecards for lunch had been passed out or collected
yet.  "Everyone, go put some clothes on as quickly as you can, and meet
back here ASAP..." Libby spake "...we're taking everyone to lunch".



   The hotel van drove us to some TGIFriday's-type restaurant just outside
Roslyn.  A waiter saw Libby, and escorted our group to a private dining
area.  "Anything you wan from the lunch menu, order, it's on the
Institute".



   Gwen and Margot and K.  and I had gone out the other night to eat at the
marina restaurant, but I don't think our four other classmates had seen
anything other than the walls of the ninth floor since arriving.  This
place was nice.  Filled with junky but funky antiques, artwork, having a
nice view of a shopping mall behind it, but that was okay.  The girls
noticed the mall in the distance of the parking lot even before we sat down
good.  "We can shopping sometime this week, Teach, please???" they all
begged Libby together, she kissing Flo, who was closest to her, with an
"I'll see...probably, but let me see".



   If you were to have walked slowly past our table, you couldn't have told
that we were anything other than a group of friends and co-workers eating
lunch together, because that's what we were.  I saw they had 'skins,
cheese-and-bacon fried potato skins, so I ordered six orders for the table
(it wasn't my money, and I felt we had all earned some splurges, too) and
two pitchers of beer for the table, and ordered my self a Texas-style beef
barbecue sandwich.  The sauce was a little plain, but it was good.  Flo,
Surawan, and Keiko all had just salads and diet drinks.  Margot, Gwen, and
Maddy ordered chicken sandwiches.  Nick ordered a steak burger.  We took
our time, but knew we had more chores to do back at the ranch.  Calling it,
Libby paid the check with a credit card, and drug her brood back to their
polykinetic nursery, we all thanking her on the way back for a change in
scenery and some good food.  It was now two on the dot.  Another long day
ahead of us, of course.  We stripped in our rooms when we got back, and
darted back to class.



   "Oookeee, boys and girls, take your seats, please...by now you should
know what to expect, the rotation next is with each other...now, for a
twist...men as well as women have G-spots, but they are one heck of a lot
easier to find and manipulate than women's G-spots are, just like men
are..." our cuntfriends laughing but not Nick or myself "...anyway, it's
important, very important for you to know how to feel for, find, and
express a male's G-spot..." "Oh shit, here it comes, I knew it!" I dreaded
silently to myself.  "...women therapists with male patients especially
need to be as comfortable and skilled manipulating a man's G-spot as a
woman's, because it's a way of bringing a man quickly to erection if he has
an erectile dysfunction, or bringing him quickly to climax if he has
retarded ejaculation problems, or simply making him come quick if time is
running short at session's end..." "...we didn't include Jerry or Hollis in
this earlier because of time restrictions, that, and the fact that men are
such simple creatures, a moment or two of practice with Eric and Nick in
your student rotation and you'll have the art of having a man literally at
your beck and call mastered nothing flat..." Nick and myself both
audibilizing a couple of sarcastic "yeah, right"'s.



   "Nick, Eric, front and center!" our drill Libby drilled.  Putting on a
glove from a box on the floor, she lubricated two fingers, and worked them
up my ass as she and I and Nick stood before the girls, finding my
prostate, massaging it for five seconds, my friend rising from his slumber.
"All I did was massage his prostate gland, the male G-spot if you will,
through his anal wall, for five seconds, and see what happened after just
those five seconds...I will now massage his prostate like how you just
learned to massage each other's vaginal G-spots, and see what happens..."



   She ran her latex'd fingertips around the backfacing perimeter of my
prostate, then pressed hard over the entire surface, and I shot a line of
white semen must have four or five feet directly onto Maddy's lovely
blackskin, my forced come splattering all over her tits.



   "See?...simple creatures, men are such simple creatures, compared with
us women!" she laughed as the girls chorused her sniggles, I playfully
sneering and growling at her for her wisecrack, she kissing me on the lips
and cheek with a "we love you, Eric, we all love you, you and Nick both,
don't we, ladies?...come on up, Jerry bring a couple of chairs over,
everyone gets their turn to learn".



   My cuntyclassmates had evil gleams in their eyes when they took their
turns with Nick and myself, each getting a turn with each, as if doing some
sort of payback for retribution for something or things I had done to them,
but hey, I had been in the same boat they had been so far, doing what I was
told to do.  They'd express my prostate with one hand and catch my semen
with the other, that, or use an open mouth as they wished.  My legs got a
little weak but not much.  But I could see why Libby wanted us to drink
plenty of colas earlier, I was losing literally a cups of fluid it felt
like.  After my sweetmates finished getting their lessons and their revenge
at my expense over, Libby told me to sit down and do Nick, and then Nick do
me, that we needed to learn where our male-equivalent G-spots were.  I
already knew where mine was, thank you.  "Sorry, buddy" I sincerely
apologized to Nick as my gloved hand rammed up his ass as sore as mine as
he stood in front of me and I popped his cork on more time, his come just
dribbling out now after six previous forced ejaculations.



   "Okay, now that everyone's had their revenge..." polite laughter
flittering "....it's time to do each other, time to see and feel the
differences in G-spots...first, Ferrum and Courtney and I will inventory
each of you in the line on the exam tables, and then those students in the
line to express you will describe exactly what they phsyically observe, how
far inside the vaginal canal, where on the clock it is meaning at twelve or
ten or two inside the vaginal barrel, and the approximate size of it, using
walnut, pea, marble, etc.  as rough size approximations...there's
softdrinks beside the tables, drink plenty of fluid, you'll be losing
plenty shortly".



   Margot, Flo, and Maddy took their positions on the tables, their spread
legs wide to lessons learning, as we began our studies, an instructor
beside each table, watching us as we went down the line and found and felt
and expressed ejaculations from each G-spot of our fellow classmates.  Then
Keiko, Surawan , and Gwen took their places.  Keiko, surprising to me
because she definitely had the smallest "vaginal barrel" of any of the
ladies, had the biggest G-spot, larger than a black walnut, and she didn't
just express a stream of come, it flooded from her cunt like an outside
spigot turned on.  Damn, that girl was something.  "My" Margot, again
surprising to me for some reason, had the smallest, no bigger than a pencil
eraser, and it took me and everyone else, even Libby when she did her
initial inventory of her, a while to find it at first, and it was at the
one o'clock, almost two o'clock, position within her vagina, something
Libby commented on as being unusual, but repeatedly tried to reassure
Margot that it didn't matter, that she was fine physically, that just like
breasts, all are different, which didn't seem to reassure Margot much at
all.



   But the absolute blue ribbon, had their been one to award, would have
had to go to Maddy, who didn't just flood, she Noah'd.  After the Libby got
herself drenched to the wrist with her cyprine fluid while she inventoried
Maddy and while Flo who was "doing" her got a look her face like she was
going to be almost sick to her stomach after Maddy drenched her hand and
arm so thoroughly, and my sweety-buddy Flo is very woman-oriented remember,
Ferrum fetched and folded three hotel towels and place them under Maddy's
butt as she lay on the table in the stirrups, but by the time the last
person, me, got to her, she had completely saturated them to where they
were literally dripping cyprine come on the floor, and with me, after eight
previous plus G-spot comes, she didn't just open up a water spigot but
cranked open a fire hydrant instead, a look of total peace and serenity
becalming her face the entire time.



   Libby kissed and hugged us all as she said "that's it for today,
class!..." the clock on the wall showing just six-thirty p.m., a short day
for us "...at lunch, some one or ones mentioned going shopping...who has
enough energy left from today to go to the mall tonight, they're open until
ten, we can eat at the food court first, and hit the stores..." six hands
and six pairs of cuntstilts jumping up and down with a "me!, me!  me!"
going along with the gag, Nick and I rolling our eyes in mock disgust.  "By
the way...Dr.  and Mrs.  Chaim have authorized each of you who wants to
come along, to spend a hundred each of the Institute's money, you've done
so well so far that he and Mrs.  Chaim feel you've earned it...I know you
all have your own money, but a hundred is a nice round number for some
decent shoes...any takers?"



   I whispered to Nick, asking if he wanted to go grab a steak and beer
with me.  He somewhat embarrassedly told me his employer had only given
fifty dollars spending money for the week, had told him he wouldn't need
any more than that.  I told him mine had given me five hundred, I had two
hundred and some left, and could get more tomorrow with a phone call, no
problem, that tonight was on me.  If the girls could have their hen party,
then by God me and Nick could have our own rooster party.



   I got the front desk to call us a cab.  I handed the driver a twenty,
and told him just to drive, to give us a tour of Roslyn.  There wasn't much
to see at night, but it was a nice little town, what we could see of it. 
Clean.  Expensive, expensive houses.  A Rolls Corniche, then a red Ferrari,
then a Mercedes stretch limo passed us on one of the handful of four-lane
roads, some boulevard.  A long street edged near the Long Island Sound for
a long ways.  Nice.



   On some back side street near the marina, a neon sign in front of
cinderblock building with peeling paint beaconed with "Mom's".  Below that
was a non-lit, crudely hand-lettered sign that warned "enter at your own
risk".  I was hooked, I took the bait.  I asked Nick if we could try it,
and said sure, whatever, since I was buying.  A guy in a pressed tuxedo
greeted us inside the door, inside this place that looked like a biker's
bar from the outside.



   "Reservations?" the sissy maitre'd inquired.  "Uh-uh" I replied.  "Just
two in your party?" "Yeah, two." I scowled back, still maybe pissed about
my and Nick's perhaps unintentional humiliation in front of our classmates.
I admit it, I felt in a mean mood.  "Cuisine?...Italian, steaks, or
seafood?" I looked at Nick, and he shrugged his shoulder to say he didn't
care, so I said "seafood".  "That will be one hundred dollars, cash,
traveler's checks, or credit card...you pay now, and it's carte blanche, we
literally give you as much as you want, for as long as you want, all night
long if you want."



   I told that fool that I was in no mood for games, that if he ripped us
off, I'd beat him until he was a greasy spot and then call the cops. 
"Gentlemen, please...if you're not 100% satisfied with your meals, if you
don't think it's the best meal you've ever had, we will cheerfully refund
your money at the end of your evening....wine, beer, or softdrinks?"



   They gave us menus, but we didn't need them.  Before we could sit down
good, they brought two pitchers of Mick on draught and two iced mugs and
just started shoveling the plates of food at us from the kitchen.  Alaskan
king crab, lobster tails, shrimp, clams, oysters, two thick grilled sword
fish steaks apiece, flounder, sea bass strips, a sample of sushi balls that
neither Nick or I wanted, breadsticks, calamaro, crab cakes, hot rolls from
the oven, mahi-mahi steaks, more chilled mugs for more fresh draft beer,
dolphin (the fish, not the mammal), haddock, lutefish, on and on, the
plates being piled so high on our table that some rested over the edge of
it.  Never heard of let alone seen anything like it.  Dove into everything
like it was a food orgy instead of a sex one.  I'd have to bring Margot and
maybe K.  and Gwen here, if it was fifty each.  And everything cooked
perfect.  Damn perfect.  After an hour and a half of sheer unabridged
gourmand gorging, I couldn't eat another bite, but then they brought us a
dessert tray with six homemade desserts to pick from, again, part of the
up-front tab.  Neither one of us could eat another bite.



   In the spare seconds between bites, Nick and I tried to talk some.  He
told me he was going to work for Doc after completing the course, and at
his "audition", much like the one I had, he had to fuck and suck and all
Mrs.  Doc.  He laughed, and I laughed, at the thought of that scene.  I
told him more about the practice that Margot and I were going to be a part
of.  "Margot's a nice lady, Eric" Nick commented, "yes, she is" I cemented.
For some reason I expressed apology at all the stuff Libby and them made me
do to him, telling him I wasn't a homophobe but didn't care about having
sex with men.  He swatted his hand in a silent "passhawww!" motion, telling
me not to sweat it, that it was part of the training because at least
sometimes it'd be part of our jobs, no sweat as far as he was concerned.



   Between the ten pounds of perfectly cooked seafood in my stomach and two
pitchers of beer cushioning it, I couldn't hardly stand up to leave. 
Finding the gentleman maitre'd still at his post, I told him that was the
grandest meal I had ever had, couldn't have conceived of such a total
perfect meal package before tonight, and ended by saying it was worth every
penny and more, stuffing two twenties in his hand for his and the
waitstaff's tip, making sure I got a receipt for all.  He called us another
cab, and we drove straight back to the hotel, Nick dozing off while the cab
chugged along Roslyn's pleasant lanes, he laying his head on my shoulder as
he caught forty winks.  I didn't mind.



   Waving at the security guard as I got off the elevator at the ninth
floor to head back to my room, Margot was already in bed under the covers,
watching a pay-per-view movie.  She said Gwen and Keiko were down the hall
in another room, they had wanted some privacy, she didn't mind.  I asked if
she had bought anything on her shopping trip, and she said "yes".



   She leaned over to the nightstand and pulled the drawer open, fetching a
small, gift-wrapped box from it, handing it to me.  I looked at her with
bedroom eyes.  "Thanks, Margot, my dearest friend" I cooed.  Opening it, I
found a long stainless-steel beaded chain with an engraved stainless steel
dogtag strung on it.  On one side, there was an engraved heart, with the
names "Eric" and "Margot" engraved over it.  On the the reverse, was the
phrase in large scripted letters "Pals Forever".  I could have cried.  I
feel to the bed kissing her, telling her how perfect a gift it was.  "I
bought an identical one for me, too, Eric, Dear, My Pal..." she cooed back
as she fished it from under her pillow, showing me.  She draped mine over
my head, and I hers.  We just lay together for half an hour or more, just
holding each other, lightly kissing, smooching, being close.



   "Wanna have some sex, my pal?" I asked her with polite intent.  "Not
really, not tonight...you don't mind, do you?" "Of course I don't mind,
Margot my love, my pal...wanna just fall asleep in each other's arms?"
"Yeah, that would nice".  "Let me go to the bathroom and let some of this
beer I drank tonight out and take my damn pill and I'll be right back".



   We snuggled naked together, she facing me, holding each other, like two
puppy dogs of the same litter sleeping next to each other.  I reached to
the nightstand to cut off the light.  The room became visually quiet.  The
room was audibly quiet, save for my Pal Margot's peaceful snoring, which
sounded like an angel speaking of love to me.  For one perfect moment, the
world was at peace.  I was at peace.





   The Body Worker by PlanetDweller



   Day 4: Swimming The Amazon, A.M.



   The phone woke me up from a deep slumbering dream again.  Another weird
dream again last night.  Why on earth would I want to apologize to Alice
Cooper for thinking he's gay all these years, just on the basis of his
name? I reached for the phone and found my Margot in the way.  Must have
some switched places during the night.  Leaning up, the clock's redlit
numbers said "6:31".  Couldn't be a damn wake-up call, not this early, and
a staff member had been waking us up lately, anyway.  A felt a hand and arm
lazily touch my back.  Keiki was laying next me on my backside, Gwen beside
her.  They obviously had come back to our room to be with us after their
time alone together last night, but I was obviously too relaxed from that
incredible meal and all the beer to have woken up to notice.  Margot
finally awoke enough for semi-consciousness, thrashing her arm around to
find the phone.



   From the sound of it, it must have been Kim.  Damn her calling this
early.  But she, or was it Carol or Jean, said they were going to call
during the week and check up on us, see how we were doing.  From Margot's
side of the conversation what I could hear of it, it sounded like Kim was
asking her about the school, the training, if she had any problems or
reservations about any of the exercises, etc., Marggie assuring her many
times "no, everything's fine, I love my classmates, the instructors are
nice, Dr.  Chaim's a card and a half, yes, I'm learning a lot, most of the
exercises are fun though my butthole is a little sore...et-cet-era...oh,
you want to talk to Eric?...he's here, just a second" as she got up to go
the bathroom, handing me the phone, me rolling closer to the nightstand.



   "Everything going well, Eric?..." Kim began.  "Yes, very well, I'll amen
pretty much what Margot said about the school and our classmates and funny
old Doc and all..." "...I understand you've had some problems with your
male-male exercises with Nick, isn't that correct, that, and some exercises
where you had to let the class use your anus for demonstration
purposes?..." she scolded with harmless intent.  "I wouldn't say
problems...you're right, I didn't like my anus manually probed and my
prostate massage by everyone, but I knew it was part of the training, and I
tried to be a trooper and go along with the program...as far as Nick and
me, we've become buds, and last night when he and I had dinner together, we
came to an understanding, the same conclusion that we're just going to stop
sweating it and maybe even try to relax and enjoy it when he and I have to
do stuff to each other, we have done everything asked of us so far, we
haven't flinched or protested..." "I know you haven't, Eric, and I didn't
mean to fuss at you, I'm just expressing concern, that's all...getting
tired of having sex with all those beautiful women yet, hehehhehe?...she
joked only half-seriously.  "Actually...actually...let's just say that my
definitions about what is sex and what's it for and sex and love and
romance and clinical sex are being defined and re-defined even now...but,
no, the sex part of it has been great, if tiring...Kim, you know the first
day of bodywork training, my hard-on stayed up for more or less fourteen
hours straight without a break hardly?..." Kim laughing a supportive laugh
"...shocked the shit out of me, Boss..."



   "...Eric?..." "...yes, Boss...yes, Kim?..." "...anything I can to help
you on your end?..." "....uh...uhhhhh....yes, there is, if you can...don't
ask me how, but I forgot that my rent is due this Friday...could you
advanced me some money, it's $600, and have Mariva take the money by the
office at my apartment complex for me?...I'd appreciate it a ton, if you
can, if you will..." "...sure, and I'll make sure she gets a receipt for
you...anything else?..." "Well, yes, there is...that $500 cash advance for
expenses is pretty much gone..." "...taking Margot and classmates out to
eat some?" "...uh, uh, yeah, I hope you donn't mind..." "....no, I don't
mind, that's what we gave it to you for, spend it, enjoy it, just don't go
crazy with it, and save your receipts..." "...I have been..." "...I'll call
and tell Dr.  Chaim to let you have as much as a thousand cash, that should
be enough for the rest of the week, he'll make the arrangements, ask him
about it later, no problem...well, have a good rest of the week, myself or
one of us might call you and Margot later in the week...later..." the phone
going dead.



   I was taking my shit when Margot came out of the shower.  She kissed me,
and I reached for her boobs.  We smiled at each other while we kissed. 
Then, her lips curled and her face scrunched up, with a "Eric, flush that
thing!...and if you want a blowjob or something else later, wash that thing
above that thing, too!", I playfully slapping her ass as she turned to head
back to the bedroom.



   It was just a little past seven.  We snuggled back on the bed together
and watched some local news on the tv.  As I sat resting against the
headboard, she sat with her back to my chest.  My hands lightly groped her
nice globes.  Like this, our differences in height, she at 4'11" and me at
6'3", were inconsequential.  Gwen and Keiho lay next to us, totally out of
it, the drone of the tv not rousing them.  Courtney came in to wake us, and
saw that we were already up.  She noticed K.  and Gwen zoned out. 
Whispering something to Margot, they rolled over them, pried their legs
open, and woke them up to the sweet sound and feel of having their cunts
sucked.  Gwen commented that that was the nicest wake-up call she's every
had.  The old part of me wanted an orgy to start right then, to have myself
a good ol' rocking time with me and four beautiful women, especially if
Courtney would join in.  The newly emerging part of me remembered that we
all had already done every conceivable sexual thing to each other, so what
would be the point?  The middle of me wanted some intimacy more than sex,
but sex with some intimacy.



   "Courtney...I was going to suggest that we all have some intimate
fun...maybe a daisy chain?...girls?...would you like to join us, as our
friend, not our instructor?...ladies?"



   Gwen and Keiko quickly did their bathroom things and joined us back on
the bed.  My mouth was firmly on Courtney's cunt.  Just like Keiko's 3mm
pussy drew me to her for that reason and more, Courtney's large and
somewhat flappy but shapely and pretty cuntlips drew me to her for that
reason, too.  When I was in the active role with her during an
instructional rotation the other day, I just sucked and licked those
wonderful lips, coming from eating her, but didn't have a whole lot of time
to continue.  Now, Courtney's Breakfast Cunt was on my plate, and I was
eating the hell out of it.  Keiko was giving me a true puffy-cheek
blow-job, while Margot was eating her and Gwen was oralling Margot, the
circle being complete by Courtney lipsmacking Margot's cunt as I continued
my impassioned cuntslurp of Courtney.  Fingers worked G-spots softly, no
one wanted to break the gentle and pleasant easy mood of the circle, but
within the slow crawl of the pace of the circle, enough cyprine leaked to
where the bed began to reek of four very distinctive feminine smells and it
felt like we all were resting atop a damp towel at the beach.  Oh, well, it
was a hotel, and that's what maids are for.  Courtney, having the best view
of the clock on the nightstand, mentioned it was already a quarter 'till,
that she had enjoyed it, but class started soon.  We all picked up our
pace, I gave Court-ly a harder G-spot massage and she gloshed my face
within seconds, the other ladies doing the same to their respective
partners, legs trembling, breaths being sucked deep, "aahhhhssss" and
"ooohhhsss" being chorused while ejaculations were "expressed" as Doc would
say.  Keiko swallowed my load like it was her morning vitamins, sweet girl
she is.  Courtney kissed us all, said she'd see us in a bit, arising from
the bed, heading out first.  If this impromptu, brief and sweet interlude
was a busman's holiday for all of us, then yes, I wanted to finish my bus
driver's course.



   Doc and Mrs.  C.  were already in the room when we four pusskeeters
completed our fifteen-second, thirty-pace or so commute, the traffic in the
hallway being clear, not any other naked soulcontainers bumper-to-bumper.
After seeing their wrinkled, saggy flesh all week, Doc's and Mz.  Doc being
naked in front of me didn't phase me now, it was like they were wearing
flesh business suits.  Hollis and Jerry, the grunts of Doc's instructional
corp, were rolling cardboard cases of stuff into a bathroom.  Strange, but
little made me wonder too long any longer.  Nick and Surry came in shortly
behind us, Maddy and Flo a moment later.  Flo was wearing red panties this
morning with lace trim, something like a Victoria's Secret-type.  Being
served and self-serving ourselves from the usual breakfast bar, each
morning I still couldn't help but admire the servers behind the tablespread
for being totally unphased by all the routine nudity and oftentimes extreme
sex they were witness to, Nick and I dragged the cafe table around to be
close to each other, making more of a larger roundtable than a cluster of
smaller ones, though not quite because of circles against circles of
course. Doc rapped his knuckles on the podium at the back of the room,
calling us to order, telling us it was going to be a long, long day, and we
had five minutes to finish eating.  The female half of our teacher corp
sprinted in about then, Libby noticing the new friendship dogtags that
Margot and I were wearing, harmlessly fussing at us for doing so but taking
them from around our necks, with a "you know the rules, no loose or
sharp-edged jewelry, nonono", I protesting, having never heard about such a
rule.



   Sitting down at our usual spots, we all noticed bluepaper dinner cards
and dinner menus from the hotel's restaurant as well as our usual
lunch-request cards.  Doc cleared his throat and began his spiel.



   "Good morning, class...we have an absolutely full day ahead of us, so
first things first, please go ahead and fill out both meal-request
cards...if it looks like our day will go past seven or eight-ish, we'll
call down at five and have dinner brought up..." Unanimous collective groan
from the group.  "...today and tomorrow, day four and five of this nine-day
course, are typically our 'hump' day, or our 'crisis day', if you
will...no, we are not going to bring in donkeys or dogs to train you
with..." nervous group laughter of only slight disbelief
"...but...but...today and tomorrow are the last full days of your sexual
cultural r-e-conditioning...since no one thankfully left us on that first
day, today and tomorrow, I assure you, will shake any weak links this
class's chain...but..." "...but, and this is important...always keep in
mind your freewill, you can leave at anytime, and no harm done...and if one
of your classmates draws a line, do not think that is a sign of weakness,
because knowing one's self and one's boundaries is always a sign of
strength..."



   Doc took a deep breath, stared at Flo's tits for a moment, she sitting
directly in front of him, and was silent.  We sat, would have sat all day
since that was our job, silently, patiently, waiting for him to direct our
next lesson.  He cocked his head to one side, clasping his hands as if in
prayer for a moment, and still stood quiet behind the podium.  Walking over
to Mrs.  Doc who was sitting in her usual set beside his and behind the
dais, whispered somethings back and forth for a couple of minutes, then
returned to the lectern.  I had never seen Doc at a loss for words, or for
organization.  I had never seen him be the first bit indecisive, but he was
now.  I wondered if he had this course lesson-planned out each day, or if
he just wung it.



   "Yesterday, there were apparently a couple of small gaffes in your
instructional flow, which we need to address, you didn't know about them,
and they weren't anyone's fault they were accidentally left out, but
mine..." "First, about the Bonding Ritual with males as opposed to
females...that wasn't covered yesterday, and it should have been..." Libby
flicked on the overhead projector, and a transparency of the page on
"Polykinetic Bonding Ritual With Male Patients" shown on the screen behind.
"Raise your hands if you've read and remember this page from your
manual..." all our hands climbing skywards "...good...Keiko, can you tell
the class why the male patient bonding ritual is different from the female
one?..." "Because men are different from women?" "Yes, that's it in a
nutshell, but as the book explains, let me elaborate..."



   "Unless a woman patient has the severist form of vaginismus, and that's
one thing we'll be exploring today or tomorrow, she can be ejaculated to
expression, in order for the bodyworker to assume principled possession of
her...this enhances, not detracts, from whatever treatment is prescribed by
the referring psychiatrist..." "...but with men, what happens?...and
consider the patient population...and consider the typical, average male
patient...even a bodywork situation, the average male can achieve one
orgasm at most, maybe two after a recovery phase of many minutes that you
typically don't have in a therapy situation, not being able to have
hundreds like women can with no ill effects to herself..." "...so...soooo,
you have to be very judicious with your use of that male patient's one shot
at orgasm, you must place that orgasm, if the prescription calls for him
having one during therapy, precisely within the timeline that his
polykinetic therapy demands...that is why after beginning like usual, the
facial massage, the chest touching and massage, etc., that is why, after
he's on the table and you inspect his genitalia for abrasions, lesions, and
other trouble signs, that you don't express him then, referring to the
prescriptive treatment that his doctor, your employer has written for
him...any questions?...I didn't think there would be, I'm just covering
what should have been..." he said with slight irritation in his voice.



   "...now, concerning use of the Bonding Ritual with pre-pubescent girls,
who can tell me why we don't express them after the initial
security-blanket touching?...right, Maddy, because their physical
genitalia, their vaginal cavities especially and their G-spot gland also,
doesn't begin to fully developed until after menarche...but it's important
for her to bond with the bodyworker, which is why if she's pre-menarche
that we manually stimulate her as best we can and normally, unless
prescribed otherwise, use oral on her, too...yes, Flo, what is it?..." "Dr.
Chaim, where is that dividing line between when a young girl isn't ready to
be ejaculated and when she is?" "Good question, Flo, excellent
question...the rule of thumb is, and this is very loose and open, after
she's had six periods, six months after her first period, that's when, as
far as our research shows, that her G-spot gland begins to mature...there
is no hard and fast rule, and some young girls pre-menarche do have fully
developed G-spots and can be expressed at very early ages, but that's the
exception, not the rule...after you've been a bodywork therapist for a
while, you'll develop a feel for when a girl is or isn't ready for
expression, when she can or can't..."



   "...and while we are talking about working with our younger patients,
can some one tell me why, if we don't express post-pubescent males in the
Bonding Ritual, that we do establish bonding contact, again unless
specifically prescribed to avoid doing so, with pre-adolescent male with
the same adjusted ritual used with young women patients, that being manual
then oral?...  "Because young boys typically have a quicker refractory time
of recovery if they do accidentally orgasm by the bonding's touching or
oral, and if they do, their total orgasmic capacity, being somewhat
infantile and juvenile, is also a lot greater?...oh, and, their prostate is
not fully as functional, either?" Gwen answered.  "Very good, Gwen...this
is one of my best classes ever...I mean that, students....you all are
motivated and dedicated, and very serious about your new career
choice...don't forget that..."



   Doc called Flo up to the front, Jerry moving the podium out of the way,
Doc motioning for us to stand up and gather around the one of the four exam
tables.



   "Another item accidentally left off the curriculum yesterday was
expressing a patient's ejaculation while she is wearing a tampon...I
commend you all for getting over whatever minor or major menstrual
aversement you had before this course, Libby reported to me that not a
single one of you students even hesitated for a second when working with
Florence...anyway...yes, Nick?..." "Excuse me, Teacher, but why would you
want to express a patient who's wearing a tampon?...why not just take it
out and do so?" "...another good question, thank you, Nicolas...Nick, you
and other may have not read that deeply into The Manual yet...as with what
we will be doing shortly, when women patients come to you, they come with a
wide variety of societal, cultural, and familial influences...even though
they are there for therapeutic polykinetic bodywork, in close physical and
sexual contact with you, the therapist, many of them will be bringing a lot
of cultural taboos as well, regarding menstrual sex, anal sex, oral sex,
etc.,...if expressing a patient while wearing a tampon is needed, if it's
needed because she's seeing you to overcome a menstrual aversion of her own
let's say, then that will be in the are-exxx, if it's not there, then
simply remove it, and express her as you normally would...this leads in to
what wasn't covered yesterday, that you all should have expressed Flo while
she was wearing a tampon, just to experience it and learn from it, so let's
do it now...yes, Nick?.." "Pardon me again, Teacher, but is there enough
room inside Flo or any other vagina to do that?" Nick asked honestly but
somewhat dorkily, some of our ladyclassmates flitteringly laughing at his
question under their collective breaths.



   "No, don't snicker, that's an honest question, Nick's not a woman, I
don't think, are you Nick?, no, I didn't think so...Nick, every woman's
vagina is designed to stretch to ten centimeters in order to give
birth...ten centimeters, that's about as thick as your wrist, Nick...yes,
don't feel shamed by the laughter of your classmates...a vagina can
accommodate a baby passing through, so yes, it can accommodate a tampon and
two fingers".



   Courtney brought a couple of boxes of Super Playtex and a couple more
boxes of applicator-less Super OB's.  "Flo..." Doc turning to her
"...please insert one of the applicator tampons, and climb on to the
table". Flo dropped her panties and threw to the back wall, walked over to
the exam chair, propped up one leg, and pushed one in, the applicator
tossed in the trash, she climbing up to a now-familiar stance in the
stirrups.



   "Okay, don't express her at all but very easy, don't if you don't have
to, just do a feel for her G-spot like yesterday, feel how to work over and
around her tampon, we lining up for one of our usual rotations.  It didn't
understand what the deal was.  It was in there, but wasn't in the way, not
much.



   "In your clinical setting, when a patient comes in wearing a sanitary
napkin, she always leaves with a clean one on, which you, not she, puts in
her panties, as a sign of your professionalism.  When she comes in with a
tampon, if you need unrestricted access to her vagina for her clinical
bodywork treatment and it needs to be remove, then she also leaves
obviously with a new one, which you also insert.  Ladies, don't assume
because you've used them yourselves you know to use them with other women.
Time for another lesson."



   Doc pulled her tampon out, tossed it in a can at his feet, and opened
the applicator-less pack of OB's.  "If she's on the table when you need to
insert one, don't bother with the applicator one, use an applicator-less
one or remove one from it's applicator barrel...everyone do a rotation,
removing the one there, inserting a new in her..." we all complying
"...now, Nick, Eric, did you see how it didn't go straight up, how Flo's
and every woman's vagina is angled to the small of her back?...that's where
you have to 'aim' it so to speak...in a clinical setting, after a session
of bodywork activity where you've had vaginal sex while your patient is on
her period, she'll normally retire to the bathroom in your office to clean
up before finishing dressing, and of course your bathroom will have an
assortment of feminine hygiene products for her to use...however... 
"...since The Manual's protocols call for a woman patient not to return to
the exam table and be put back in the stirrups after the session is through
for any reason except to check for possible genital or anal injury, you
need to be comfortable inserting an applicator one when she's in a standing
or a sitting position...Nick, Eric, you'll do Libby and Ferrum...the rest
of you, practice on each other..." as Libby and Ferrum opened new boxes.



   Ho-fucking-hum.  Libby and Ferrum said I got it right the very first try
in both positions.  I reminded them that I had been an LPN, and had done
similar things before.  Poor ol' buddy Nick, though, bent or broke all in a
box and piece before finally getting the hang of it, Libby noticeably
yelling "oowwwwww!!!" when he tried on one his first tries, must have
pushed it in her clit very hard accidentally.



   Things got quiet as we all finished up, everyone just milled around Doc,
waiting for what ever was next.  "I need a volunteer to show Nick mainly
but rest of the class, too, something..." Doc mentioned.  "I'll volunteer!"
Gwen enthusiastically offered.  "Thank you, Gwen, but you've volunteered a
lot...who hasn't volunteered for something?...come to think of it, I think
almost everyone has, except..." "Okkkaayyyy, Teacher, I'll 'volunteer'"
Keiko murmured.  "...up on the table, then...Gwen, I know you two are an
'item', so you're at the head, I want you to kiss Keiko with all the
passion you can muster...Flo, I want you to suck her left breast, Surawan,
you suck her right one...and no one stop at all until told to do
so...Libby, you know what to do next..."



   As the girls up top worked to get Keiko relaxed, Libby, Libby The Pro,
gave her the very best head she could, I could tell, expressed a couple of
ejaculations from her, then went back to giving her more head,
concentrating on her clit.  Lubricating her entire right hand, she started
working one, then two, then three fingers inside K.  as she lay on the exam
table.  Ferrum urged the rest of us to gather as close as possible around
Libby.  Then Libby slipped the rest of her hand inside Keiko The Oriental
Doll, her thumb disappearing, then part of her wrist, and then her wrist
bone spelunked into the darkness as she worked her entire hand and wrist
past her wristbone past her vaginal opening.  Gwen and K.  were kissing the
most passionate lesbian kiss I had ever seen in my life, not that I had
seen many before this past week.  Ferrum took Nick's hand and put it on
Libby's wrist as she slid it in and out Keiko.  I knew of course
intellectually this was possible, but I had never seen a fisting in real
life before, and I was captivated.  It captivated me even more than this
was Keiko Of The Broomstraw Vaginal Barrel Diameter Pussy.  Libby started
backing her wrist and hand out, letting Keiko's pussy reflex slowly back to
its original tightness, tell the team working on her tits and mouth to
"ease off some, let's let her cool off slowly, a bit at a time".  Five
minutes later, Keiko was wearing a cheshire-cat grin, and Doc was calling
us back to attention, telling us to head to the communal bathroom on the
left, what would normally be the men's bathroom in a "regular" use of the
classroom.



   The cardboard boxes were stacked 4-5 feet high against the far wall of
the bathroom.  Summer's Eve vinegar and water douches, and Fleet enemas. 
Oh she-it, literally.



   "Class, just like it's important to recognize and respect the cultural
conditioning of your patients regarding menstrual hygiene practices, it's
equally so for douching and enema practices...as you all know, douching in
virtually all cases is not only undeeded most times, but actually can be
detrimental to vaginal health...but, to properly put your patient in a more
comfortable state, you need to recognize their sensibilities and douche
either them or yourselves if their preferences call for it, just as you
might need to give yourself an enema if a client is squeamish about
penetrating your un-enema'd anal cavity...standard rotation class, each
instructor will enema and douche you to demonstrate how it's properly done,
then you'll douche and enema each instructor, then everyone gives
themselves an enema and a douche, yes except you two non-women, in front of
the staff, then rotate to your classmates, giving and receiving both from
all...there's several containers of carbolated Vaseline on the vanity to
make the enemas easier...you may now begin".



   I admit it, I never have liked anything up my ass.  I know I had a
pained expression on my face, but I couldn't help it.  It just seems like
most women take nozzles up all their orifices easier and with less dread
than most men.  Must be our cultural conditioning as men.  I didn't care. I
gritted my teeth, and took it, them, all.  At least Jerry and Hollis had
disappeared somewhere, I didn't have to do or be done by them.  The
free-standing open-top trashcan next to vanity filled to overflowing with
empty squeeze bottles by the time it was over, a stack of empty cardboard
boxes beside it.



   I told Libby that I was a little weak-kneed from it all, and asked if I
could take a short break before continuing, she replying "sure". 
"Class...take a ten minute break" she overheaded to all in the bathroom.



   Heading to the buffet table for another glass of Coke and a bagel with
creamcheese, I had grown to like New York bagels the past couple of days, I
noticed the desks had been moved once more, the mats were back on the
floor, and what looked like large cloth shopping bags and duffel-type
gymbags were around the edge of the mats.



   Calling us over, Doc began a new lecture.  "Class, you've earned your
wings...more accurately, you've earned your equipment bags...just like an
emm-dee takes his or her little black bag everywhere with them, you'll take
your equipment bag with you everywhere also...feel proud, class...you've
made it this far, you've made it, you've earned the right to these bags,
feel proud...each of your bags is personalized with your name embroidered
on it, please find it...Libby, the class is yours".



   All the bags were of luggage-quality, not cheap material or
construction, something like you'd order from 'Bean or 'Bauer.  "Eric" was
stitched on my gymduffle in fancy but not too-feminine script letters.  I
opened it to find a large, loose collection of sex toys, condoms, tampons
and napkins, lubricants, an extension cord, a flashlight, some lengths of
rope, one of those mirror head-band things like you see doctors wear in
their offices, one enema, two douches, baggies of some other stuff, and
daybook appointment book.  "Welcome, the February Class Of 1997..." Libby
proudly announced "...to the profession of professional polykinetic
bodywork....like Dr.  Chaim said, you've earned your stripes...now, let us
examine each and every item in your bags...Eric, can I borrow yours to
demo?"



   She dumped the contents of my bag in the middle of the matpile, asking
for a volunteer, trusty Gwen speaking first.  Arranging everything so we
all could see exactly what was in my bag, she began her practiced litany.
"Every one of your bags has the exact same contents...yes, Maddy?" "Libby,
why did we women get these open-top shopping bags and the guys get
gymbags?...I'd rather have a gymbag" she complained.  "I honestly don't
know, Maddy, Dr.  Chaim orders these himself, and it's what he's always
done...by the way, your shopping bags have heavy-duty snaps on the inside
top, so you can keep prying eyes in public from seeing what's
inside...thank you for asking, Maddy...let us proceed..."



   "...I'll eye-dee all items first, and those items that I know some of
you aren't familiar with, I'll demo...condoms...five different brand boxes,
two boxes of plain Trojans, we've found Trojans are the best overall to
protect your health in bodywork situations, a box of different colored
condoms, some flavored ones, a box of ribbed
Trojans...lubricants...water-based KY for use with condoms, oil-based
mineral oil for anal lubrication but remember it destroys latex,
water-based 'Probe' which reactivates with saliva or water, it's better
than KY in extended contact situations, strawberry-flavored water-based
edible gel, and a small container of carbolated vaseline...feminine hygiene
products...one pack each Always maxipads, Stayfree minipads, Always
pantiliners, Playtex tampons in super, regular, and light, one pack Playtex
slim-fits, one pack Tampax Juniors, one 'Chux' disposable 3'x3' pad which
you can put under a client's butt to catch fluids and messes and which is
disposable, one enema, two unflavored vinegar-and-water douches, one tube
OTC storebrand feminine itching cream, one pack of disposable razors and
one can of Foamy shaving gel and one pair facial hair scissors for trimming
excessive pubic hair, and one roll of 2" wide medical tape, should you
encounter a situation where you need to attach a maxipad to the client's
pudendal area without her using a pair of panties to hold it in
place....nine disposable plastic speculums, three each in small, medium,
and large...."



   "...ahhhh, uh, yes Nick, what is it?..." "Libby, why do speculums come
in different sizes, since all vaginas open up the same way?" he asked to
somewhat impolite snickers from the girls.  "...no, girls, don't laugh at
Nick, he's a guy, and that's a good question, he's asking because he
doesn't know...that because each woman's vagina, Nick, has natural barrel
diameter opening in it's relaxed or normal state, and during her life, that
opening size changes...when she's eight, it's as tight as your asshole
(snickers)...when she's eighteen and sexually active and having grown some,
it can usually can open up to any size cock or even small fist...and when
she's thirty or forty-eight and has vaginally delivered children, you might
observe she can take a full-sized fist....understand now, okay, Nick?,
thanks for asking, you weren't the only one thinking that question...now,
back to our show-and-tell..."



   "...one non-penetrating vibrator device...a Hitachi 'Magic Wand', any
other brand doesn't last but 100 hours or less, these will last ten or
twenty times that, ten-foot-long extension cord for same...penetrating
vibrator devices...one 8"x2", one 6"x1/1/4, one 6"x3/4", one 4"x1/2", extra
batteries for all...non-vibrating penetrative devices...one 8"x2" silicone
rubber dildo, one 6"x1" of same material, one 7"x2" lucite dildo with
balls-base, one Texax-Two-Strap dildo harness, one specially made 7"X1/1/2"
silicone rubber dildo for same...appointment book, just a gift from us,
it's also personalized...flashlight, and doctor's reflector mirror with
headband...two boxes in your correct hand size latex exam gloves...one
ziploc bag full of assorted flavored and non-flavored dental dams, one
dental dam belt for same...what else, let's see...velcro bondage cuffs for
wrists and ankles, six eight-foot long lengths of 3/4" rope for same, one
blindfold, one ballgag, one pair large nipple clamps, one pair small, one
small leather slapper paddle, one eighteen-inch single whip, one ping-pong
paddle, ten lengths of half-inch rope ten feet long...one 'emergency'
capsule pill which I'll explain more about in a bit...one handbook of
emergency first-aid procedures...one camping-type quart water bottle, one
small bottle witch hazel solution, one small pack of 4"x4" sterile gauze
pads, one bottle boric-acid solution for use an emergency eyewash, one
non-permanent thick black magic marker, two each hotel washcloths and
bathtowels, and lastly...an inventory sheet listing everything here..."



   "...using your regular pair-partner, use them to try each specifically
sexual item on you that you may or may not be specifically familiar
with...yes, Flo?" "Libby, what about that 'emergency pill'?" "Oh, thanks
for reminding me...don't open it's sealed packet, please...since most of
you will be in practice in settings where you'll be alone with clients,
mostly in apartments or such where you will be seeing them, and when you do
'outcalls' from time to time, and more on that later, you need a way of
escaping from a situation where a client totally freaks out on you and puts
you in danger...now, we've never documented a single case of this actually
happening, but you can't be too careful...this pill contains a very
powerful, operating-room grade anesthetic...simply touching it with bare
flesh, it begins to absorb through the skin immediately, and within sixty
seconds, unconsciousness happens, but unless the patient is weak with a
heart condition or similar, it'll just knock them out for twelve hours or
so, it won't kill them...of course, if you break its protective covering
and touch it yourself with barehands to press it to a client gone berserk,
it'll knock you out too, but that's better than being, well, in deep
trouble, and you can also break it without touching it to drop it in food
or water...any questions?



   All of us, in our nakedness, all of a sudden felt even more naked if
that was possible.  The gravity of what she had just said hit us like a ton
of bricks.  My LMT practice had been in a safe, busy doctor's office.  Now
I and Margot would be by ourselves with strangers on a daily basis,
basically having vulnerable sex with them, ourselves being the vulnerable
ones.  It never occured to me that Carol and them would send us a patient
that could freak on us and pull a gun and shoot us, but common sense said
that even while thoroughly analyzed by them first, they couldn't predict a
highly improbable, nearly impossible random act of violence.  It occurred
to me then.  I shivered a nervous shiver.  Others did too.



   "Okay, class..." Lib continued "...we'll skip instructions for the stuff
I know you know how to use, show-and-tell time for the items I know most of
you haven't seen before....Fer-rrrr-ummmm, c'mere..." Ferrum sauntering
over and sitting down next to Lib in the center of the mats "...first is
the concentrating light doctor's headmirror..this serves two, actually
three, practical purposes...Ferrum, please lean back and show me your
pussy..."



   Ferrum leaned back on her elbows, Lib fetching a couple of pillows to
shove under her butt, put my mirror'd headband on, and leaned down.  "This
actually concentrates all the room light that hits it to a point the size
of the eye opening at a distance of eight inches from it...this way, you
can examine closely for lesions and tears better if the room is dimly
lit...most of the time you won't need it, but keep it out where clients can
see it, it seems to reassure some of them for some reason, that the second
benefit...and third, it also magnifys reflectively, so when you hold it
away from something you want to examine, it magnifys it larger somewhat so
you can see it better...everyone please get your's out and try it like it I
did with Ferrum, look at her cunt with and without it on, position it over
whichever eye you normally don't close when you squint".



   I couldn't tell much difference with or without it, I didn't see any
additional light hit her clit.  Needed to practice.  "Now, the dental
dams...these are for use when you want a flat latex protective barrier
between your tongue and a client's vagina, that's what they're mostly used
for, and you can use them to cover anuses for the same reason...all your
clients will be thoroughly screened for diseases, and most oral in most
bodywork situations is flesh-to-flesh, but just as almost all
penis-vagina-anus contact will be protected sex, it will totally up to you
if you want to use dental dams, or not...Fer, put Eric's on, and open up
and wear a dental dam, maybe a cherry flavored one...everyone, take a
taste..." tasted like latex to me "...everyone is to practice putting their
dental dam belts and using dental dams in a moment...but first, the B&D
stuff..."



   "We'll get into BDSM briefly later this week, and this equipment is just
a starter set of stuff...Ferrum, rise..." Libby showed us how to use the
ankle and wrist cuffs, how to adjust the ballgag and blindfold, how to
apply the nipple clips without doing damage but causing wished-for pain,
and gave a whack each with the smacking-stuff.  "...when you practice on
each other in a moment, at least try the cuffs, blindfold, gag, and nipple
clips on each other to see what it's like, but dont' waste a lot of time on
it, this'll come later..." "....now..." long, long pause "...the
dildos...each of you will try each on your oral, vaginal and anal orifices,
and then on each other, and yes, Eric, Nick, that means your partner will
use each of these on your anus', just as you'll use yours on them...it's
critical that you know what they feel like, so you can use them better on
your patients...sorry..."



   Nick literally threw up a tiny bit of what breakfast was left in his
stomach, causing Libby to get wide eyes, and I snapped.  Yes, I frigging
snapped.  I yelled to Libby at the top of my lungs "I FUCKING QUIT!!!!",
and stormed back to my room, Margot walking fast next to me, begging me to
reconsider.  No way on God's green earth was going to be fucked in the ass,
even with Margot doing it to me, by that cock twice as big as any normal
man's, or even a normal-size dildo.  Screw it.  I didn't need this shit.  I
found my suitcases and started packing my shit up.  Doc came into to my
room and told me to follow him back to his apartment.  I ignored the
sloppy, ugly old naked sonofabitch.  He whispered in my ear that he'd up
the ante as much as needed, he didn't say how, unless and until I heard him
out.



   I followed him back down the hall to his apartment at the end of it,
which was actually a lavish suite.  Nothing but expensive antique
furniture. What looked like an original Piccaso on his living room wall, as
I followed behind him to his study, Mrs.  Doc actually knitting while
sitting on the living room couch, quite naked.  "That was a very childish
display of immaturity, Eric..." "I know...and I'm, I'm sorry...it just hit
me wrong, that's all...but my decision is made, I'm quitting, I won't be
anally raped, period..." "...is that you were told to do, subject yourself
to anal rape, Eric?..." "...well, not, not exactly..." "...not exactly is
damn right, not effffen close..." his accent creeping out as he spoke
"...you were told that you and Margot had to personally experience use of
those sex toys, so you would know how they felt on you, so you would know
how a client would fwwweelllll when you used them on them in therapeutic
situations...Eric, you like Margwwwooo, and she likes you, you're going to
be practice-partners when you get home for goodness' sake...you'd never
hurt her, and she'd never hurt you...why do you tinnkkk we didn't want you
to do a round with the staff first?...because we knew it would be difficult
if not a bit traumatic, and I designed it would be with the partner you
trusted most...you're a coward, you know that, Eric?..."



   Now I WAS MAD!!!  Rather than hit the old SOB and kill him, I stood up
to leave, but the crazy coot pushed me back down, with a "...you listen to
me, Mr.  Eric Woods!!!..." "...you've got a lot, and I do mean a lot of
potential...but you just gotta relax and go with the situation....Eric,
Margot's what, a tiny four-foot-eleven woman???, and you're this husky
six-foot-three man???, and she's and all the other women in your class have
all had all sorts of things including your cock shoved up their behinds
this week, and those dildos aren't any bigger than your cock, and because
she knew it was needed as part of her training, she would have, maybe with
a little fear but I don't think so but still would have, taken your
strap-on up her butt, and wouldn't have said a word...and you lose it and
act like a two-year-old, because you can't take what a woman half your size
has been taking all week?...what are you, Eric?....is Margot and all the
rest of the women in your class more of a man than you
are?...ffffttttiiinkkk about it, Eric".



   For some reason, I felt truly shamed, a-shamed.  Maybe I shouldn't have,
maybe I should have slapped the shit out of him for making me feel ashamed
and then left to go home to Raleigh, but - but, I did feel shamed.  Doc
handed me a cotch neat from a bottle of 27-year-old Glen Fiddich single
malt.  I don't drink scotch.  I drank that.  I sat just thinking for a
while.  Doc sat naked in his rolltop desk chair, starting to read the New
York Times.  He didn't say a word.  He didn't get up to leave.  He was
letting me think.



   I knew I was linking my fear of anal rape with a skill I needed to
learn, if I was going to become a bodyworker.  No, not getting fucked in
the ass, because, I resolved right then, I'd keep everyone to their word,
and not ever take a client-cock up my ass, even for therapeutic helping of
a client.  Specialized gay male bodyworkers were around for those kind of
clients.  "Okay, Doc, I'll stay..." "You'll what?..." "I said...you heard
me...I said, I want to stay..." "Eric...Eric...okay...maybe...first, you'll
apologize for your outburst to everyone...then you'll go through with what
you were assigned to do..." "Doc...Dr.  Chaim?" "Yes, Eric?" I gulped real
hard, shivered for a split second, and then said words which even now I
can't believe I said: "Dr.  Chaim...will...---will you help me?---" "Yes,
Eric, I will help you".







   The Body Worker by PlanetDweller

   Day 4: Swimming The Amazon; Midmorning

   Doc walked beside close beside me to my left as we slowly marched naked
back down the secured ninth floor corridor of the Roslyn Harbour Hotel to
our classroom, Doc resting his right hand and arm across my shoulders,
asking me to trust him, that nothing bad would happen to, just don't act
like a jerk again in front of the group.  His implied opinion was correct.
I had acted like a jerk.

   The classroom wallclock now read ten-and-three.  "Class...Eric would
like to address you, 'say something to you".  I took a couple of slow, deep
breaths, scanning the room, looking at everyone's face for approval or
disapproval or just plain disgust at my outburst earlier.  "I'm sorry,
truly sorry..." I sputtered out "...for my earlier outburst...I've always
had an unresolved fear of anal rape since I was a child, for reasons I
don't know why, and between the gallons of enemas administered to me
earlier this morning and Libby's order that Margot assfuck with her
strap-on after I do her similarly, I'm sorry, but I just level freaked on
you...I feel like I've shamed the entire class without meaning to, and you
guys are all my close friends now...please....please forgive me?" I meekly
ended.

   Margot rushed to hug me, then Gwen and Keiko then Flo then the rest,
even Nick.  Margot burst into tears, I think because she realized I was
going to stay, and that she and I would buds once more, would be bodywork
practice partners when we got back to Raleigh in five days.  Everyone group
hugged and kissed me, offering kind words about my courage to come back and
all.  I told them that without Doc's wisdom and piercing insights and
patience with me, I wouldn't have come back.  "Doc's going to help me get
through this" I told them.

   Doc told the class to gather 'round on the matpile as he helped me.  He
motioned Margot and Gwen to join us as the others stood around us, telling
them to sit cross-legged on the mat.  Then he had me kneel in front of him
as he likewise kneeled down, and began to Bonding Ritualize me.  He looked
deep in my eyes, and wouldn't break his gaze, even when I tried to.  His
hands massaged my face, stroking unspoken connections of communication and
trust upwards from my very core.  He leaned into to hug me, massaging my
back some, making tight chest-to-chest contact.  "By the way, Eric..." he
said loud enough for all the class to hear as he hugged me close to him as
his back massage of me continued "...I'm every bit as
heterosexually-oriented as you are, I'm nine-plus on the homo-hetero bar,
this is strictly professional for me, as patient contact in your bodywork
practice will be strictly professional for you".  He kissed me lightly on
the forehead as he stopped his back massage of me, gently pushing me back
into the chests of Margot and Gwen, who were sitting directly behind me, my
back leaning in on them.

   Doc played with my rising cock, as he would alternate between looking
down at up and retaking eye contact with me.  Sitting cross-legged himself
in front of me, he stroked it until I was harder than I had probably been
all week.  Fear, dread, tension, I don't know what all, flooded into every
pore of my body, then just as quickly as those feelings had hit me, were
washed away in some ethereal psychic tide.  He lay semi-leaning down, his
head in my lap, and started to suck me off.  He was taking possession of
me, was using the Principle Of Possession he had perfected in his
Polykinetic Bodywork modality, and I didn't care.  Margot and Gwen lightly
stroked my chest as I leaned back in on them more, Margot whispering to me
that she was proud of me, that everything was going to be okay.  Doc's
mouth and tongue were surprisingly talented.  I wanted to come, but didn't
know if Doc wanted me to, or not.  I came anyway, Doc swallowing as I
pumped his dentures full of my jism.  I didn't feel like a homo, though. 
"Margot, please down flat, and Eric, you crawl atop her, like she and you
are going to sixty-nine...Margot, when he does that, maintain oral contact
with his penis, and gently rub and massage him where you can reach,
maintain contact with him".

   I tried to reach Margot's pussy in our sixty-nine, but with our height
differences it was almost impossible in a level sixty-nine position like
that.  Doc rimmed my asshole to bring my attention there.  As short as an
hour before, if my parents knew that I had let any
seventy-or-whatever-year-old man lick my anal bud for any reason at all, I
would have begged my father to get his double-barreled shotgun out of his
closet and put me out of my misery.  But the moment was right.  The time,
the place, the people were right.  Doc stopped his rimjob and slipped one
then two lubricated fingers in my ass.  Margot's oral ministrations were
getting me hard again.  Before this week, I had no clue I had this much
libidinous capacity.  Doc took Margot's hand, I think he did unless she did
it on her own initiative, and helped her work two of her smallish fingers
inside with his.  She accidentally, I think, hit my prostate, and I filled
her mouth with semen, not that she minded, my hard still staying hard. 
Then Doc did it.  I felt the unmistakable feel all fingers leaving my anal
space and of Doc's bare cock filling it back.  He fucked my ass slow for a
moment, probably to make sure I wouldn't melt down on him again, then let
'er rip, fucked me in the ass every bit as fast and furious as I had given
to the girls in our classroom exercises during the week.  I don't know if
should even admit this in print, but yes, it felt good.  Doc was the first
and definitely the last man who did or ever will fuck me in the ass with my
consent, but again, it was happening at the right time.  When he came, I
swear I felt his spurt of semen squirt up me.  Despite my anal canal being
cleaned cleaner than granny's front porch earlier that morning, when I felt
his come spurt inside me, it felt like I really had to shit.  With just his
cock in me, I didn't get any feeling like that, but it felt like his come
was triggering some sort of need-to-shit reflex.  Margot continued her suck
below me.  The urge to purge passed, and I felt Doc go limp, as he pulled
out, strap ping on the Texas-Two-Strap, and inserted that Big Boy Dildo
inside me.  He playfully slapped my ass a few times while he rode me with
his, actually my, everhard silicone cock.  I didn't mind.  Nick later told
me that I had an ear-to-ear grin on my face then.  I didn't and don't
remember.  Time passed, I don't remember exactly how long, perhaps ten or
fifteen minutes then he stopped.  He rolled me off Margot and had me lay
beside her, my back to her.  He caressed my face with the back of his hand,
looked into my eyes friendly, played with my cock some more, had me play
with his limp cock some.  He was cooling me down, per The Manual.  I asked
if I could "do" him now, and he replied "no, way, Eric-zay", the class
laughing aloud with him and us.  He patted my cock, looked seriously at me
with friendly but professional detachment, and told me and the class that
I'd be okay now.  Libby bent down to congratulate me, then I was pulled
upright by my classmates and given a nice group hug.  I really wanted and
needed a few moment to recover.  Asking Libby for a tee-oohhh, she said she
wished she could, but the class was pushed for time today.

   Margot and I completed our assigned exercises without further problems.
I took all required phallic fulfillments inside me with no problems.  Libby
had Margot do her giving dental dam experiments with Surawan, so they, both
having guys as partners, could see what they were like to use and all.  I
agreed with her that they were a real pain.  I think we both liked the
bee-and-dee toys.

   Finishing up, Libby said lunch wouldn't be served until after this next
exercise.  I was still in such of a state of recovery that my normal
obsession with lunch wasn't there.  Two gentlemen in black leather outfits
brought in two women, naked except for the dog collars they were being lead
by their leashes by and the wrist restraints that held their arms behind
their back.  I could have sworn that Libby said the BDSM exercises wouldn't
be until later in the week, but I guess now was technically later in the
week.  Doc was back at the podium, moved back in place once more but closer
to the wall because the mats were out, and just started speaking to us, as
we randomly sat or around.

   "Just stay where you are, class, this will be short...these models are
here for a short demo...you will interact with the women only, and you will
do only what their 'masters' either tell or consent for you to do...the
reason that you have a small number of BDSM items in your bags is because
we've learned over the years that, and always remember what's written in
that patient's prescriptive treatment description, that unless specifically
proscribed by your referring psychiatrist, use of physical accouterments
like ankle and wrist cuffs and such, with certain patients in certain
circumstances, can produce better prescriptive results, quicker...power
exchange as practiced by these good folks is merely another mutation of our
Principle Of Possession anyway, that of voluntarily giving of trust and
control in order to achieve a mutual objective...over your career, you'll
learn when a patient might respond to impromptu device-based power exchange
and when a patient might not, just trust your instincts...but for now,
break into your four-groups, and the gentlemen models will lead you through
some basics...yes, Margot?..." "Will we as bodyworkers ever be required to
play the passive role with clients?" "...good question, and the short
answer is, is no, for two reasons...first, the bedrock principle of what we
do is our Principle Of Possession, and it's hard to consensually possess
someone's total consent if you're the one actually being possessed by them
first...secondly, since most of you will work alone with clients, there's a
minor safety factor to consider, a small if not infinitesimally risk, but a
risk which is conflict with the former, in any case".

   Margot and I both enjoyed working the passives, eerrrr, submissives, it
looked like the rest of the class did, too.  Their bosses, eeerrrr, masters
were real nice guys, too.  Our group of four, Margot and me and Flo and
Maddy, talked more than actioned with our models.  Both of the masters
showed us how to do some basic knots and knotwork restraints even sans
cuffs, how to paddle and whip and spank and inflict an intensed focus pain
on the subs without actually hurting them, how to use speed and placement
not force of the strike-devices to do that, how to use the blindfolds and
gags without tightening them too much, how to use the nipple clips on
cuntlips too, and touched on how to use denial of a wanted pain focus play
as a means of causing further submission.  Both masters, noticing Flo's red
panties with her pad bulge obviously visible, asked if she minded that they
make their subs do a menstrual oral scene with her, Flo readily agreeing
both times, they really working their slaves over with paddles and whips
and such on their buttocks and backs all the while, while they were on all
fours with their faces shoved in Flo's leaking cunt.  And then, it was
over. Too short.  I asked Libby if another BDSM educational round was
planned for school, and she said "sadly, no...I enjoy it too, Eric...both
sides of it...".  It took me a minute to comprehend what she was trying to
tell me.  I know, I am a tad slow at times.

   Then lunch came.  I sat down at our roundtable of roundtables between
Margot and Nick.  Everyone kept smiling and sweetly giggling at me. 
"What!!!..." I'd playfully replied "...I didn't enjoy 'it'...and I didn't
hear any of you volunteering to take my place!".  "You were the one with
the hang-up, not any of us..." Margot loudly whispered to me as she leaned
her head onto my shoulder as we sat close to each other.  "Fifteen minutes,
class, then back to work!" clipped Libby.

   As we all rushed to finish our sandwiches and all and rush to the
bathroom before class, an entire family clad in labcoats only being lead by
Doc pittered-pattered into the classroom.  This family looked liked they
had been cut out of a Sears catalog, they were so perfect.  A man and woman
a little older than me maybe, and a young boy and girl, looking so much
like the man and woman they had to be their children, no question.  I had
read in The Manual about using polykinetic techniques to heal the trauma of
sexual abuse and forced incest in children as young as six or seven.  It
was as obvious as a pimple on a pig's behind what those people and their
kids were here for.  Margot and Surawan and I all looked at each other,
like we instantly sensed each other's inner thoughts.  Now, I, we, had some
real problems to talk with Doc about, not just some childish hissy caused
by some inner demon.  We were talking creating abuse situations perpetrated
against children, in the name of healing them.  And, we were talking
committing felonies that could have us all put in jail for the rest of our
lives.  We rushed to the back of the room to confront Doc about what
apparently was going to be our next lesson, we were going to demand a stop
to it.  He saw us coming, and was speaking before we got to him.  "Sit
down, class..." he calmly said "...and we'll talk about it, as a class",
the rest of the group coming up to take their seats.

   "Class, this is Mr.  and Mrs.  Peter and Katie Dunbar, and their two
children, Peter Jr.  and Frannie...they are here for what some of you seem
to fear and most of you suspect...Mr.and Mrs.  Dunbar have brought their
children here, so that you might work with them as models in this training
program, as well as with them...the children know exactly why they're here,
and have freely given of their own consent to be models for you...as with
yourselves now, and your patients in the future, there is never the first
hint of coercion ever used in any circumstance for any reason...this is the
hill, class...either get over it, rise above it, or fall back down it and
go home...think about it for a moment...I'll now take questions asked to me
in calm, rational voices, but not others".  "Dr.  Chaim, if we do what is
asked of us, we could go to jail forever!" Margot jumped up and exclaimed.
"No, you won't, you're legally protected, and I'll let Peter tell you why".

   Peter began walking forward to us as he spoke.  "That's a legitimate
concern, but the truth is this: the laws of every State in the Union give
physicians and especially psychiatrists extremely broad leeway in
determining what is and is not necessary and appropriate treatment..." As
he initially passed by directly in front of where each of us was sitting,
he made it a point to thrust a business card inches from each of our faces,
which had the his name, the name of the law firm which he was a partner in,
and their speciality of family law printed on it, driving home that he knew
what he was talking about, or at least was making a good show of it. 
"...while I know you've all heard of medical professionals being sent to
jail for sexually abusing their patients, you've never heard of a singe
case of someone like yourselves going to jail, ever, for helping any
patient through bodywork-type therapy, because it's never
happened...why?..." he continued to pace before us, as if addressing a jury
"...two reasons...first, the principal of agency...since you as polykinetic
professionals aren't technically covered by the same canons of ethics as
your state-licensed employers, and, don't anyone interrupt me until I'm
finished, the fact that all your actions are directed by them so much
shares and muddles the responsibilities that it puts it firmly into a gray
area that the law simply hasn't addressed yet...years ago, when sexual
surrogacy first appeared in the American culture, there were several
initial arrests, doctors as well as some surrogates were arrested on the
charges of pandering and prostitution, but, ladies and gentleman, not a
single one of those individuals charged was ever convicted!...a couple of
those initially charged plead out to lesser charges, but those that stood
and fought, won!...and every single one of those cases was over twenty
years ago now, and not a single surrogate or bodyworker has ever been
charged with prostitution or statutory rape or anything else, ever
since!...so, by lack of anyone caring in any state legislature because
surrogacy and bodywork is still not in the mainstream of American press or
thought no one has passed any laws specifically against it, so you are
fully protected...and...can I say this, Doc?...should the impossible
happen, there's an entire network of legal defense people and strategies in
place, as long as you are charged with something done by you under the
protection of a psychiatric prescription written for you to fulfill by your
employers...any other questions?...yes, the dark-skinned lady...", Surawan
rising to speak "how...how could you let us do what Dr.  Chaim wants us to
do to your own children?"

   "Very legitimate, and not unexpected question...let me answer from the
heart...two years ago, when I was away for a business trip, two burglars
broke into my home when my wife and children were there by themselves, and
repeatedly raped my wife, and sodomized my little boy, and repeatedly raped
and sodomized my little girl, my lovely family you see behind me
now...Katie and I didn't have a gun in the house, we have one now but
didn't have one then...the perps were never caught...my wife was totally
destroyed emotionally, and both my children attempted suicide, and Peter
Jr. was just nine then and Frannie was just seven-and-a-half, and it looked
like those evil bastards, who made my innocent son suck a loaded gun put in
his mouth after he was made to suck off one of the creeps as he threatened
to kill him, then raped my little girl both anally and vaginally with that
same pistol before forcing himself orally on her, not to mention what they
did to my lovely wife, repeatedly raping her in every way possible while
they made our children watch, then they made my wife and children have sex
with each other for their sick amusement, if you can possibly even
partially visualize and feel the trauma those bastards caused them, you can
see why they virtually destroyed the most precious things in my life, and
understand why, through misplaced guilt, anger, and shame, our family was
headed for divorce and destruction..." long, pregnant pause "...until,
while in counseling, our case being marked by Dr.  Chaim because of the
severe inflicted trauma from outside sources, Dr.  Chaim told us about
Polykinetic Bodywork therapy..."

   "...and yes, I was beyond skeptical at first, because after he initially
explained it, I thought my family was going to be subjected to similar
abuse, all over again...but, eventually, from sheer desperation, we had
nothing to lose at that point, Katie, my wife, began treatment, and within
two months, she was on her way back...then, almost as equally reluctantly
but encouraged by her results, we sent the kids to bodywork therapy, and
within three months, they were on their way back to being my kids...now,
even though I've gone through a couple of formal treatments just to see
what it's like, I'd be lying if I told you I know how it works, all I know
is that, is that it does work, and the more severe the initial trauma, the
greater the recovery...yes, you, the lady with the glasses and short
hair..."

   "Do you and your family now have an incestuous family relationship?"
Margot asked sincerely.  "I would like to say that's none of your business,
because it's really not, but, we're here as a favor to Dr.  Chaim, we truly
believe in what he is trying to accomplish with training you good folks, so
I'll answer it...the answer is, in short, no...the long answer is that our
children do not participate in my wife's and mine married sex life, that is
our private married life, and our children respect that, as we respect
theirs...all our bedroom doors have locks on them, for example...but, do we
have sex games as a family, for fun?...the answer is yes, but not every
day, and sometimes every week..."

   Looking back over his shoulder to Doc, he continued "...have you talked
with them about the Principle Of Polykinetic Homeopathy yet?...No?...let's
just say that: 1) playful sexualized intimacy is something we've come to
enjoy as a family, it makes our family stronger, 2) in your Manuals there's
information that let's you know why we do so, and lastly, once the genie is
out, you can't put him back in the bottle....any further questions?...Dr.
Chaim, the floor is yours", Doc bellowing "everyone, everyone take fifteen,
discuss it amongst yourselves, and come back and tell me who's staying and
who's leaving...fifteen minutes, class".

   The eight of us went back to our roundtable next to the buffet bar. 
Initially, Margot, Surry, and I were ready to leave right then, but Flo
took the lead along with Gwen, and respake Mr.  Dunbar's case, except more
eloquently so.  Fifteen minutes turned into half an hour, then forty-five.
I don't know then or now if something like a Stockholm Syndrome was working
on me, but eventually, with misgivings and more than a little sadness I
think, M.  and S.  and I agreed we'd go along with the group.  Returning to
our seats, Margot went up to tell Doc "Teacher, we've all decided to stay,
what's the next lesson?"

   Doc left the room, and Libby took over.  The Dunbars and our instructor
team went to the mats, we following behind.  "You should be able to guess
the drill by now, class...each of you will have fifteen or twenty minutes
alone with each of the Dunbars, then another fifteen-twenty minutes each in
the following combinations...mother/daughter, dad/son, mother/son,
dad/daughter...this will take a while, so let's get started...Nick,
Surawan, Keiko, Gwen, you're up first...this will take an hour more or
less, the rest of you, you can stay and watch or go back to your rooms and
rest, just don't leave the floor, and even if we don't call find and call
you back, be back in one hour..."

   I didn't want to stay and watch.  Margot said something about needing to
make a phone call, Flo scooted off to change her pad.  Remembering what
Maddy had told me during our one-to-one bonding session, I asked if she
wanted to go back to her room to be alone with me, make some love, not just
have some sex.  She said "yes".





   The Body Worker by PlanetDweller

   Day 4: Swimming The Amazon...The Afternoon ~ With Eve

   Maddy and I went back her room, knowing that Margot was busy on the
phone in ours.  I gently pinned her against the door as we entered, took
her arms and outstretched them as high as I could over her head, kissing
her, really kissing her, she kissing back as passionately as I was
initiating.  I had dated three or four but had been to bed with only black
chick before, and that one wasn't as near good looking as Maddy.  If Iman
or Naomi Campbell are "10"'s, then Maddy was a solid "9".  I pressed my
chest firm against her 34C's, about the same size as Flo's, but different
in proportion, shape and contours.  Her half-a-dollar-size nipples erected,
their tips pressing into my chest.  Her straightened hair was neat and
combed and smelled wonderful, wasn't nappy at all.  At 5'4" or so, I had to
lean into and down a bit to kiss her as we stood together but not twist
like had to with Margot, our bodies merging with vertical wooden slab.  She
leaned her weight away from me, leading me to the bed.

   I lay on my left side, she on her right, facing each other, our kisses
continuing, our hands roaming.  Nudging me on my back, she pried open and
scooted between my legs, sucking friendly and erotically but not manicly. I
just lay back, propped up a bit to see better, and enjoyed the view.  Those
thick black lips on my lily-white cock really revved my motor up.  I asked
Maddy if her Nubian husband's cock was bigger than mine, bigger than white
guys in general, she just shot me a silly look and laughed softly while she
sucked, her eyes telling me not to ask such a stupid question again.

   She rolled out from between my legs and resumed her position facing me,
laying on her right side, taking my cock and bending up and around to
penetrate her.  She pumped lazily for a few minutes, then stopped.  I knew
we had more time, and it seemed like she wanted to fuck more, but she just
looked in deep in my eyes, stroked my face lightly, licked my lips with her
tongue, looked back into my eyes, and said one word: "enjoy".

   What happened next, I still shudder with delight thinking about. 
Motionless beside me, not pumping at all and putting her hand on my hip to
silently tell me not to move either, she began doing something to me that
I've never heard or read about before or since, anywhere.  My cock was deep
inside her, all the way in, the top base of my cock pressing against her
pubic bone.  Then I felt the first nibbles at the head of my cock.  Yes,
nibbles, it felt like teeth-less gums nibbling on the head of my cock, but
not further down the shaft.  Then, middle way down on my cock, a ring of
her muscles started, and I really don't how to describe this accurately,
but I'll try, a ring of her vaginal muscles started spasming?, or quickly
contracting?, or maybe even popping around the middle part of my cock,
while different muscles at further in her, nearer her cervix, continued
their "nibble" of my head.  The feeling in the middle was, maybe this will
describe it better, of a large, flat rubberband say half-an-inch wide, just
small enough to stay tight on your erect cock but not too tight, being
pulled out and away from your cock in all directions simultaneously and
then, without warning, being allowed to snap back from all those directions
simultaneously as well, hard, but not painfully.  Then, using a different
set of muscles at the front of lovetunnel, the muscles I think just before
her G-spot if I remember from yesterday, she then created another sensation
with another subset of cunt muscles, a wave of slowly rolling pressures at
the base of my cock, like a small hand grasping and gently rolling its
fingers around and over and back around the base, two or three different,
specific pleasurable pressure points moving around the circumference of it.
And doing that while simultaneously creating the other two, different
sensations at the middle and head of my cock.

   What I felt right then...what I felt...what I...made me speechless.  We
kissed so deeply, sucking each other's tongues like cocks.  I sucked her
nipples and she mine, though she didn't know that even in a situation like
we were in doing so really didn't do much for me.  I leaned into her more,
hugging her tighter still if that was possible while she, while she was
fucking me silly without either of us ever moving a inch.  We had fucked
and fucked and fucked together in class many times that week, and at no
time did her cunt ever feel like it did now, always being a good, tight,
flexible and horny cunt, but just a plain sheath in feeling, like the other
girls felt like except when they might contract some from their orgasms.

   "I'm giving you this special gift of mine, Eric...a gift I've given only
to my husband and two other special men in my life, because I really do
think you're so special...you don't have a high amount of self-esteem, I
know (I didn't?), but you really are one special person, one special
man...just relax and enjoy, enjoy my special gift to my special, special
friend, 'my' Mr.  Eric".

   I looked so, so deep into those brown pools of eyes of hers.  She
playfully sucked on my nose as her cunt, her cunt domination of my cock
continued.  We breathed in unison, slow, unlabored, happy breaths.  The
miracle of her pussy that she was allowing me to share, her simultaneous in
the same vagina non-moving nibbling of my head, ring-slapping of the middle
of my cock, and fingertip-sized pressure points massage of the base,
continued.  Massaging her back, I could feel her dilats tensed, she was
using them evidently to draw deep strength from for her cunt ministrations.
I massaged them.  She cooed sincerely "I...love...you...", and cooing back
mirrored sounds.  I finally got those dilats of hers to relax just a tad,
and the three simultaneous actions taking place in her cunt on my cock got
even stronger.

   Then it hit me.  I had had many, many growth experiences in class and
outside of it this past week, revelations, but not ground-breaking ones. 
This one that hit me was an epiphany.  A divine revelation.  This was what
the Bodywork Bonding Ritual was all about.  Don't ask me why that hit then
and there, it just did.  Establishing contact through physical means with
someone, a patient in the case of bodywork therapy, on a truly spiritual
level, not just an emotional or physical one.  Then it finally made sense
to me why I had let Doc do what he did to me, fucking my ass, pushing past
my fear of being dominated by another male.  Doc understood.  Wise ol' Doc.
Establishing a psychic, truly spiritual connections through physical and
emotional means.  Guide and heal the soul by using the body to connect with
it, and the outer shells that house and nurture the soul are healed, too.
Follow the path, however confusing, that God has laid out for you to
follow, and do God's will by doing so.  Connect soul-to-soul with someone,
and let God heal them and you too.  I looked into Maddy's eyes once more,
floating back into reality, and saw the eyes and face of an angel.  My
special angel.  My Adam to her Eve.  New beginnings.

   "I'm going to come, Baby, you just stay relaxed and let what happens
happen, I'll make you come too, don't fight it and don't push for it to
happen, let me be in control..."

   The triad actions in her cunt against my cock became a crazy quilt of
sensations.  I swear, it felt like each of her muscle subset would switch
functions for a moment at times, the nibble sensation going to my base, the
popping rubberband sensation moving to my head, etc.  And then she started
coming, G-spot, ejaculatory coming.  And coming.  And coming.  She had
soaked three towels under her butt while doing G-spot ejaculation exercises
in class yesterday, and this time, she just opened up her interior set of
Panama Canal locks and dams.  If my cock had been inside a fire hose with
the water turned on high, I don't think any more fluid could have soaked me
or the bed under us.  But my cock didn't lose friction or sensation,
because her triad of wonderful cuntal contractions was making sure I had
more simultaneous sensations than my brain knew how to handle.  My own
orgasm started a small wave literally at the tips of my toes and the hairs
atop my head, then rolled towards my groin, gradually at first, then pick
up speed in both directions, my orgasmic response wave surging through my
neck and chest and calves before hitting my cock, much like a tsunami
beginning as a soft ocean wave out in the deep ocean before crashing into
the shore twenty stories high.

   Maddy had slightly tilted her head back away from me then, but otherwise
neither of us had moved a quarter-inch since she began her fucking without
moving of me.  Screaming as loud as she could "FUCK...FUCK...FUCK MEEEE,
Eric!!!!", she bit the tip of her tongue to where it almost brought blood.
My orgasm also crested, feeling like a medieval pike being rammed through
me from my back through to the tip of my cock, I vaguely remembering crying
aloud "...ahhhh...ahhhhYEEEEE!!!.." before literally passing out from
purest pleasure on the bed beside Maddy.  I still have no clue how long we
were out.  The next thing I remember was Ferrum not-so-gently shaking our
shoulders as we lay together still, happy in our unbreakable spiritual
connection, telling us to hurry up and get to class, that everyone was
waiting on us.  We quickly catbath'd each other and tried to wash and dry
as much of Maddy's love liquid off of each other as we could before heading
back.

   Nick and Surawan, both of whom belive in auras, and Margot, who doesn't,
would later tell us that when we walked into the classrom after Ferrum had
fetched us, our auras were plainly visible.  Nick and Surry both said that,
whatever this means, a lot of the red and yellow and traces of brown in
mine were gone, replaced by greens and blues and lighter shades of purples,
and that my overall energy field was another magnitude larger than it had
been before we had scooted of for our lovemaking session.  The rest of my
classmates also noticed something different I could sense, though it may
have been them observing the shit-eating grin on my face that I couldn't
have wiped off with a chainsaw.  I knew what lessons were next, and was
happy with it, happy with our next lessons.  Maybe I was higher than the
proverbial kite from what just happened with Maddy, but it didn't matter to
me, I was just living in the moment, as Nick or Surry might say.

   Maddy and I holding hands walked over to Margot and Flo, who were
sitting in front of the Dunbars atop the matpile in the middle of the
classroom, waiting for us a little impatiently, fidgeting.  Sitting down
beside Margot, Maddy plopping down next to me as she kissed my cheek, my
Margot asked me almost a teeny-weeny bit jealously whisperingly "what on
earth were you two up to?...you've kept us waiting for fifteen minutes!",
Flo saying she wanted to know what we did too, Maddy and I both replying
that we'd tell them later, as Libby called us to attention.

   "Okay, class...Margot, you're with Mr.  Dunbar first, Eric, you're with
Mrs.  Dunbar, Flo, you're with Frannie, and Maddy, you're with Peter
Jr.,...you are encouraged to talk with them some, ask them anything about
their relationship that you wish, they'll be truthful, just remember that
your primary goal is non-formally bodywork with them some, ask what they
like and they'll ask you, and come to an agreement about what kind of
mutual physical contact you'd both enjoy, then do it...oh, and remember,
these are outside models, not your classmates, so mandatory condom use
during penile-anal-vaginal penetrations, no exceptions...class, go to your
partners."

   The first thing Mrs.  Dunbar, Katie, asked me, was "Eric, are you
alright?...you look...well, different from earlier today...", I replying,
thanking her for her concern, but that I was fine, just being truthful but
not boastful, saying "...Maddy and I just had some wonderful lovemaking
together just before we came back in, that's all...".  Truthful, but
private.  I asked more about her experiences with Doc's bodyworkers.  She
said that she would have left Peter and probably committed suicide later if
it hadn't been for their help.  I asked if she felt that sexually playing
if consensually so with her kids was, felt like incest to her.  She replied
that she knew that it was, but drawn from her family trauma and subsequent
healing through polykinetic bodywork, she also knew it wasn't wrong, not
the way society saw it as being wrong, at least not for herself, her
husband and her kids.

   "What's your pleasure, Mrs.  Dunbar?" I sweetly inquired.  "Would you
mind giving me some head, Eric?...I always enjoy oral..." she replying, as
she leaned back and I dove between her legs.  Her lips were small, her
vaginal opening as small.  You couldn't tell she had two kids.  I turned my
head to lick the curve between her right thigh's transition to her pudendal
area, where her pantie elastic normally rested.  She liked that.  She told
me so.  I switched to her other side for a moment, then back to her pussy.
Looking around at my friends and classmates while I sucked Katie's clit,
Peter had Margot on allfours and was holding her head between his hands,
fucking her mouth, something I knew she liked anyway....Flo was sitting
cross-legged with in her lap, diddling with Frannie's almost invisible from
my angle twat...Peter Jr.  had stood up as Maddy bent her back some while
kneeling in front of him as her mouth enveloped his entire crotch area. 
"Give me a G-spot come, please, Eric...".  I quickly found her
ghee-whiz-spot and playfully toyed with a moment, before expressing a mild
ejaculation.  "Switch!" Libby The Sergeant Major barked.

   I moved to Peter Jr., Flo moved to Peter Sr., Maddy to Frannie, and
Margot to Katie.  "What's your name, mister?..." he asked.  "Eric...and
you're Peter Dunbar, Jr., right?" "...right, mister, err, Eric...you look
happy, Mr.  Eric..." he commented.  "I am happy, Peter Junior, I am..."

   Despite my epiphany of an hour earlier, some molecule of doubt and dread
and cultural conditioning against doing this still was trying it best to
hold on.  My parents, poor but proud, not educated but still very wise, had
always taught me that as long as adults don't hurt each other, they can and
should do what they want, but always, always leave the kids alone.  "It's
okay, mister, I want to do this, I really do..." Pete Jr.  commented as he
looked directly at me, seeming to read my thoughts and hesitation.  "You
really want to do what, Peter?" "...play with each others middles, you play
with mine and I play with yours, and suck each other some...." "...do you
and your father play together like that sometimes, Peter?..." "...yeah,
sometimes, but not unless it's mom and sis and all of us together, like we
are now, 'cept we're at home".

   Peter Jr.  crawled over closer to me and reached for my cock, stroking
it.  I reached to play with his.  This really was it for me.  The point of
no return.  He leaned into me to find my erect member and begin sucking on
it.  I lay flat and let him do what he wished.  "Don't you want to come,
Eric?" he asked me as if he was a grown woman, not a little eleven-year-old
boy.  "Not right now, Peter, thank you".  "Okay...will you suck me now?" I
layed him flat and took his member, about the size of my ring finger, into
my mouth.  I alternately blew and sucked on him, something I hadn't thought
of doing before just then, but something he seemed to like.  He came his
tiny load within a couple of minutes in my mouth and I sipped, not
swallowed, it.

   He sat back up together next to each other.  Even though his hard was
going limp now, I diddled with it while we sat and observed the rest of his
family interact with my classmates.  Having overheard Peter Sr.  earlier
talking to Flo about having a distaste for menstrual sex, it wasn't
surprising that he had Flo on all fours, his ribbed condom-covered cock in
her tail instead.  Katie also had Margot on all fours, except that she was
rimming her anus with her tongue while playing with her clit and cuntal
lips, giving her a "reach-around".  Frannie was leaning into Maddy as they
sat next to each other, sucking on Maddy's left breast, her hand between
her ebony-skinned legs.  "Next partners, please" said our Libby.

   I rolled over to be with Peter, Maddy with Katie, Margot to Frannie, and
Flo to Peter Jr.  I asked Peter Senior about the trauma his family went
through, and how he helped them overcome it.  We talked about Doc and his
family's friendship and loyalty to him.  "We don't take a dime from Doc for
coming here and doing this workshop for his students..." Peter told me
without my asking "...we come here so when you leave, you'll go back home
to where you came from and spread the gospel of polykinetic healing and
help those truly victimized like my family was, help heal and restore those
damaged souls that live in your community".  I was impressed.  No doubt
about Peter's sincerity lingered in my mind.

   "Well, we're supposed to do something together, Peter...what would you
like to do?" "You and my son looked like you both were having fun..." "We
were...he's a nice kid, you've got a great son there...but I was just doing
what my training required, I'm not gay or bi at all" a little of my old
defensiveness raising its head once more.  "I'm not either...I play with my
son only in our family group playtime, and only because Doc's convinced me
it's necessary...but I know you and I, actually you, need to bodywork me
some...just a slow and easy sixty-nine okay?" "Sure" I replied.  We
half-bored sucked each other off enough to stay hard, but not much more. 
Then Libby let her vocal timebell ring, and the last switch was made, Maddy
to Peter Sr., Flo to Katie, me to Frannie, and Margot to Peter Junior.

   "Hi, mister, I'm Frannie!" she said as she shook my hand, catching me a
little offguard.  "Hi Frannie, I'm Eric...how do you feel about what we're
doing here, your mommy and daddy and older brother having sex with all
these people, Frannie?" I asked with serious intent.  "I like it, a
lot...ever since we've been in therapy, I've really liked it, I look
forward to it a lot, it makes me happy!" "Yes, it does,
mister....Eric...does it make you happy, having sex with us?" For a moment,
the perfect innocence of her question dumbfounded me.  I smiled at her, and
thought for a moment.  This entire week, not the first time had someone
asked if I was happy doing any of this, happy or sad or
whatthehelleverelse. Now this sweet little girl asked me her perfect
question.  Was I happy, right here, right now, in this place, in this time?
I opened my arms wide for her, and she waddled over to me while kneeling to
give me a nice, big, innocent hug.  "Yes...yes I am, Frannie..I'm very
happy...I hope you're happy".

   "Yes, I'm happy, Mr.  Eric...will you make me happy, Mister Eric?" "If I
can, Frannie, yes, I will".  "Will you put your penis in my vagina?...Daddy
usually won't 'cause he's afraid of hurting me, even though Dr.  Chaim told
him I'm grown enough now so he doesn't have to worry about hurting
me...it's something I really, really like...".  "Yes, Frannie, I'll put my
penis in your vagina".

   My erection was already at fullstaff.  I borrowed a loose pillow and sat
on it, to give my butt more height off the floormats.  Moving my legs more
open, I had Frannie sit my lap, her arms around my neck, resting her
seventy or eighty pounds weight on the top of my thighs, her legs spread
wide across them .  Working some of my new Probe lubricant in her, she
giggled, saying it was cold and that it tickled a little.  I kissed her
lightly on the lips, and she kissed me a nine-year-old's kiss back.  I
tried to feel for her G-spot to ejaculate her, but couldn't find it.  Doc
was right about the differences in ages, too.  Grasping my cock firmly, I
gently worked my head over, around, and finally in her tiny labia, just a
fraction of an inch at a time.  I asked if she knew how to ride a man on
top like that, with the man on his back and she sitting on him like riding
a horse.  She said "yes".  I lay back on the mat and let her ride me as she
wished.  The look on her face was one of pure contentment and happiness. 
She couldn't take my entire length, only about four inches, but enjoyed
what she did take of me, that was obvious.  I played with her clit, so, so
tiny, as she rocked back and forth atop me, and let myself have my come
inside this nine-year-old, who simply wanted to be healed and have some
happiness.  No, I didn't have another epiphany, but I did reach another
degree of understanding, one degree on a three-sixty compass rose horizon.
Libby then called for a ten minute break, then back to it.

   At our impromptu break area, the buffet table with our cafe tables and
chairs arranged in a circle beside it, Margot came up to me, and asked
exactly what did Maddy and I do that made us so late for class they had to
go find us.  I kissed Margot the most passionate, heart-felt kiss that my
soul could muster, trying to communicate with Margot that she absolutely no
reason to be jealous.  I could see in her eyes she knew what message from
my heart I was trying my best to transmit.  Kissing me back and playing
with my cock to distract me for a second, she playfully punched me in the
ribs with a "well...at least next time you and Maddy play like that,
whatever the hell you two did, at least invite me!", we both laughing as we
made our way back to the mats.

   I was getting hungry.  It was still before four.  Our Headmistress Libby
called her fourth-day class back to her classroom made of thick,
vinyl-covered foamrubber mats and polykinetic energy.  This time, we'd peel
into our four-at-hand groups again, then do the rotations of
Peter/Frannie-Katie/Peter Jr., then Peter/Peter Jr.-Katie/Frannie.

   "Now group, I'm not going to single out any one person, because it was
more than one, more than two even..." Libby began her criticism of us
"...but I and the other instructors did see some very half-hearted at best
attempts to polykinetic connect with the models, pardon me, with the
Dunbars...this is your fourth day now, and we've been giving you more and
more leeway as you've done more and more and learned what we expect of and
from you, but if we don't see more honest attempts to embrace the bodywork
concepts in which you're being trained, we'll go back to the basics again
that will make your days even that much longer...speaking of which, after
class with the Dunbars, we've got another whole group of models coming in
behind them, class won't over for another four hours plus after that, so,
let's see some enthusiasm and effort, people!...oh, and this session is to
be more free-form...as long as you and every member of your team bodyworks
each member of of the models' pairings, that's what we want".

   Margot, Flo, Maddy and I were assigned to Peter Sr./Frannie first.  We
more or less had to kill a half an hour with them, and it was becoming
repetitive, damned repetitive.  Don't get me wrong, playing like that is
fun, but after awhile, even having a new Rolls-Royce if you're rich enough
to drive a new one every day can become boring.  So, as if by psychic
connection, we all focused on them, on their healing, on using what we had
learned so far to help bring their family back together and heal them
individually.  The half-hour ended and we switched places with the other
group, then the Dunbars switched so they paired up Peter
Sr/Jr.-Katie/Frannie, and we rotated to them.  Strange, though.  After the
last rotation, we all just kind of moved together in the middle of the
mats. All eight of us got in a group hug with the four of them, the Dunbars
inside our circle, protected, absorbing healing energy from us...loved.  I
think I saw tears leak from both Flo's and Surawan's eyes, but they didn't
audibly sob any.  Instead of a group of naked people just having had
polykinetic bodywork'd healing sex that would be illegal in all fifty
states and even in West Virginia having a group hug, what we had was a
blessing from Doc and God being bestowed upon all of us at our Doctor
Chaim's Tent Revival & Flesh-Snake Handling Church.  Giving us all pecks on
our cheeks as they got up to leave, taking some of our freely offered
healing energy with them, the Dunbars left behind more of Doc's legacy as
their gift to us.  "Dinner!" Ferrum bellowed, as the clock read almost
six-thirty now, and we had four more hours to go after supper, from what
Libby declared earlier.





   The Body Worker by PlanetDweller

   Day 4: Swimming The Amazon ~ At Night

   A whole horde of Roslyn Harbour Hotel employees stormed into our
classroom like a bunch of friendly storm troopers.  Ten, maybe fifteen
uniformed employees, many of whom I hadn't see before, came in to grab our
collection of eating surfaces and drag in by pieces and assemble before our
eyes a nicer, much larger eight or nine-foot true round dining table the
kind that you see in a restaurant's private dining room.  Our somewhat worn
but functional chrome-and-vinyl chairs were replaced by much nice and
larger wooden ones.  The fact that we and the staff were are naked was
totally oblivious to them.  I asked one of them what was going on, and all
the furniture monkey said was "courtesy of Dr.  Chaim."

   Another troop of Doc's troopers wheeled our supper in, this time putting
a real linen table cloth on our new mealtable and setting our plates and
silverware and such for us, not just hashing at us from serving carts. 
Putting folded hotel towels atop the expensive-looking chair upholstery to
protect from our naked body odors and residues, they seated us all like
true four-star guests, not even letting me pull Margot's chair out to seat
her myself.  What we had ordered earlier came in on the serving trays, and
more.  Doc or whoever arranged this had also ordered multiple appetizers
which I know weren't printed on our menu cards.  Even a small wine cart was
brought in, and Margot and Gwen and I think Maddy accepted this increased
hospitality with a vitner's vigor.  The rest of us were served our
requested tea or coffee or softdrinks.  A silver candelabra was placed in
the middle of the table, the room darkened somewhat, and the candles lit.
Naked and Mrs.  Doc wandered into the room, Libby and little crew in tow,
offering us congratulations on everyone truly making it over the what he
thought was going to be our last hump as a group and humps as individual
students.  The waiters were serving us, as each walked over to us, as Doc
and krew were patting us on shoulders and playfully rubbing the hair on our
heads, that still being the only visible sign of hair on our bodies, the
depilatory spray from Sunday still working quite well thank you, Doc
telling us that this was just a little something extra to show his
appreciation to us, and we could have a half an hour extra for dinner,
though it would put our final lessons for tonight a half-hour longer as
well.  We took the extra half-hour.

   We savored our time together that night as a group.  So many toasts were
made and accepted that, after the six or seventh one, Doc called the
winecart away, reminding us that we still had class in a bit.  Margot
seemed to forgive me for whatever supposed sin with Maddy I had or hadn't
done, nuzzling me, keeping her hand firmly on my thigh most of the deal,
once in a while playing with cock just to sweetly aggravate me as
sensuously delicious food became practical soul fuel within us.  One of the
dangerous lightbuld ideas went off in my head.  The setting and the moment
was so perfect, that I asked everyone of our Elite Eight if they minded if
I asked Doc to get a camera and take our group photo, all agreeing.  Doc
sent Jerry to fetch a camera, a Kodak digital camera of some sort. 
Positioning a chair a few feet from us at different angles to the group, he
took several photos, scooted, then came back ten or so minutes later with a
single, 8-1/2"x11" color printout instead of photoprint of the best shot of
our group, our Naked As Jaybirds United Nations Polykinetic Bodywork
Peacecausing Force.  Margot whispered in my ear that she needed to go back
to our room to make another phone call before class started, scooting,
taking our and Gwen and Keiko's photocopies too back to our room.

   As dinner wound up, room activity buzzed up.  Doc and Libby were busy
ordering Jerry and Hollis and Ferrum and Courtney around like they were a
bunch of serfs.  They rearranged the matpile in the middle of the floor to
a longer and thinner configuration.  The hospital beds on rollers, which I
don't think had been used by anyone so far for anything, were rolled around
and placed strategically, two along each longer edge of the matpile. 
Little wovenstraw baskets of condoms and lube and latex gloves and little
piles of towels and washcloths beside the baskets were place on the mats in
several places.  Our gearbags were moved around to be near the beds.  More
plastic office chairs were brought in and placed behind Doc's podium near
the back wall.  A coatrack on casters was rolled in to near Doc's desk. 
Jerry turned up the roomlights as we wolfed down our last bites, Doc called
class back to order, as a troop of new, clothed people, either models or
observers one only Doc and staff knew which, trooped into the room, all of
them eyeballing all of us with fine-tuned pupils.

   We got up from the our roundtable as Doc called the class to formal
order, our new guests sitting in the new two rows of chairs behind him, we
sitting ten or fifteen in front of them, Doc and Mrs.  Doc the pivots
between our groups.

   "Students..." Doc began "...not all polykinetic bodywork healing
involves restoration of the body, mind, and soul from traumatic
sesscssxsual events...a good portion of your work will involves healing
minor problems and difficulties, and anofffer good portion will involve
working weefff those who have no major pwwwablom, have a good base to work
from, but who simply need to seek furvvver enhancement and impwwovement in
the normal and estabwwished sexuality to now enjoy..."

   Over the past few days, I couldn't help but notice that when Doc and
Mrs. Doc's accents came out, that curious German-Prussion-Alsatian mix of
accents or whatever it is was, it was most of the time when Doc or Mrs. 
was under stress, or trying to struggle for their concentration and find
the right words.  When they were relaxed and comfortable and weren't trying
to watch every syllable they said, their accent was non-existent.  He
continued...

   "...an example of that would be the families behind me...unlike the
Dunbars who you bodyworked with earlier, these fammmwwee groups behind me
have never had any major problems as fammllwwees, and each one has been an
incestuous family since the time their children started in gradeschool, or
earlier...I've tested each of the parents and children extensively, and no
one has any psychological problems or neuroses..." "...they found us
initially, ffvvoo, because each family group felt a sense of isolation and
aloneness, because of the vewwee real taboo of incest in this
society...through occasional bodywork sessions, sometimes in my office with
my personal bodywork staff, sometimes like tonight, they find enlightened
approval, reinforcement, and strengthening of their family bond through ego
reinforcement offered by others, if the person doing so is a paid,
professional polykinetic bodyworker....your tasks tonight are to, as
assigned classroom pairs, quickly bond your assigned family, determine what
they and you would like to do that will help reinforce their positive
family bond, and then do so...bowffff the time and the prescriptive actions
with your famiwwee are to be highly interactive, and free-form...the
rotations will be standard between the four student pairs and the four
families, but the time spent with each family will be no wesss than thirty
minutes and no greater than sixty, Wwibby will call the rotations as
usual..."

   "...before I say good-night for tonight, class, a final thought...today
has been one helwwuva day for some of you, all of you somewhat but some of
you more than others, hasn't it?..." polite laughter "...all of you earned
your sealegs today...some of you also swam the first full-length of your
first Olympic-sized swimming pool, a couple of you swum the width of your
own personal Engwwwish Channel, and a couple of you even swam the length of
your own personal piranha-infested Amazon River, and all are stronger for
having completed their personal journeys today...Mrs.  Chaim and I twwuly
can't express how proud we feel about all of you...I'd be honored to have
any of you working as part of my local team...well, goodnight, and
remembwwer, class, it's okay to have your own fun with your bodywork
patients as long as it's not proscribed prescriptively, but your primary
focus always is to promote the healing and healing of your patients, but
owwfcourse, you know...g'night..." he concluded as he walked past us.

   Retaking centerstage as Libby once again became the center of attention,
she began "...class, now it's time to introduce your model-families for our
final class exercise for tonight..." a few sarcastic "phhee-uuwwsss" coming
from a few sarcastic students.

   "...first, is the Avery Family...Sarah is the mother, and her pretty
twin daughters are Annette and Athena, age 13...".  Sarah, the mother,
looked to be in her late 40's, with a 50's-style hairdo with greying
brunette hair, pleasant face, old-style point-y-point eyeglasses which she
took off and put in her purse as Libby spoke, but a tiny bit plump.  Her
twins were little dolls, thin, past-shoulder-length blond hair, what looked
to be full, pointy breasts hidden in their bras.

   "...next, is the Grisom Family....Ron, the father, and Geoff, the son,
who's 14...".  Ron looked to be in his mid-30's, barrel-chested, muscled,
dark with dark hair, mixed ethnic looking, steely eyes, the kind of guy you
wouldn't want as your cellmate if you had to spend the night sleeping it
off in a drunktank.  His, Geoff, was a big kid for 14, just five and a half
feet tall and maybe one-thirty or one-forty, but you could tell was solid
muscle like his dad.

   "....then are the Dallawn Family...Jacque, father, and Etienne, his
daughter, who's 15...".  Jacque looked like a skinny French faggot,
francone nose, eyes that never looked up at anyone.  Etienne looked a
little scared, like she didn't really want to be there or was scarred what
was in store for her and her dad next.  Almost as tall as her dad at five
feet-four or so, with medium-brown frizzied hair, her large, almost
pendulous breasts making the fabric of her top stretch.

   "...and lastly but not leastly, the Teasley Family, mother, Nicole, and
daughter, Jessica, 9...".  Nicole was an angular woman who kept her posture
cocked to one side, her mestizo-mullato multi-racial heritage obvious, with
her multi-graduated-melanin skin areas melding into one another, her large
and pointy breasts making it look like she had two short spears under her
polyesther top.  Jessica, her daughter, obviously having an all-caucasian
father, her skin being more monotone in color, half a magnitude
consistently lighter than her mothers.

   "...okay, class, pair off into your normal pairings, and this time,
we're going to do things a bit different...since you're going to do a full
rotation with all the families anyway, but since this is supposed to be
more of a free-form exercise in positive reinforcement for them, we're
going to let them select you, instead of me assigning initial
assignments...pairs to the middle of the mats, please...and yes, the beds
are there to use as you wish...and remember, penis-vagina-anus means
Trojans!.

   The families took off their clothes, folding them nice and neat and
placing them in their chairs, hanging coats on the portable coatrack that
had been brought in earlier.  The Averies kisses and fondled each other a
bit, as did the Teasleys, but the other families just hurried and scurried.

   Then the families all kind of milled around us, talking to us, asking
our names, as we four pair huddled almost back-to-back as we stood together
in the epicenter of the mats, their circling of us reminding me of lions
circling a zebra herd, except if anyone was going to eat us, it was going
to be fun to be eaten.  The Averies picked Flo and Maddy, The Dallawns
picked Margot and myself, The Grisoms picked Nick and Surawan, and The
Teasleys were left with Gwen and Keiko.

   Mr.  Faggot Dallawn really did seem to have an attitude, didn't seem to
be all that pleasant, but I supposed that not every client in the future
that would be assigned to me would be a hundred percent pleasant, either.
Not ever being shy especially when it comes to protecting a lady, I put my
arm around Etienne, and asked what was wrong, that she seemed nervous and
upset.

   "Nothing's wrong, Mr.  Eric..." "Do you know why you're here, Etienne?"
"Yes, I know why...this is something I and my father both enjoy doing, the
time with the therapists and all...this is just my second time with a class
of new polykineticists, and I'm just a little scared, that's all..."
"There's no reason to be, Etienne..." I tried to reassure her "...we're
here for you, you're not here for us...no one here will attempt to make you
do anything you don't want to do...." "We certainly won't!" Margot
interjected.  "...I know, I know, but thank you, anyway..."

   "Mis-tehhrr Eric..." "Yes, Mr.  Dallawn?..." "...let me tell you up
front that I am no fag-woht, I know you would suck or fuck me as I wish but
I have no desire for you or any other man..." "...that's fine, Sir, I'm not
gay, either..." "...and my dau-teaahhrrr, Etienne, while she does like to
touch and by touched by women, does not kiss or give them oral sex...."
"That's quite fine with us..." Margot capped.  "I wish to make love with
Margot only, and my daughter you only, except touching and being touched by
Miss-Mar-gaugh..." "Certainly...whatever you'd like...that's
fine...sure..." Margot and I both rolling our eyes a little as he spoke.

   Jacq-iee insisted on not using a condom with Margot, but she more
equally insisting that he did, finally reaching the point where Margot had
to threaten to call a time-out and go get Libby to referee things, if he
didn't comply with what he knew were the rules.  I thought Doc screened and
educated his patients better than that.  "Okay...Margot..no more arguments,
I promise...I'm...I'm sorry...lay beside me, and let me show you what a
real lover, a real French-mohhn, makes love like!

   He got and top and thrusted away crazily, as Margot shot me a look of
total boredom, when looking at me, and at least polite faked smiling
sincerity when looking up at him.  Etienne sucked me firm and rolled a
condom on to my hard herself, not once, not twice, but ten or twelve times,
saying she needed the practice.  "Er-whick...." Etienne shyly asked. 
""Uhh...yes, what is it, Etienne?.." replied while she rolled another
condom on and off me.  "....uhhhmmmmm...I'm under bodywork therapy for
vaginismus...I just didn't want you to be surprised or disappointed...when
we make love in a moment, you'll only be able to get in a inch or two so,
no more..." "That, okay, Dear...I won't be disappointed, I promise..." I
answered, looking at her with the most reassuring smile possible.

   Jack-eet The Fagg-iet had Margot on all fours now, pumping away
furiously, slapping her ass hard a couple of times, she protesting verbally
on one particularly loud and hard slap that left a handmark.  He came and
collapsed in a heap on the mats, out of breath, panting, groping and trying
to kiss Margot, which she let him do only cursorily.

   In the meantime, Etienne had pushed me flat and crawled atop me, riding
me just an inch or so deep like she said she would, that was fine, she was
a sweet girl, and I truly felt that my being there was helping her. 
Jacques having dozed off for a second, Margot rolled over to us and played
with Etienne's breasts and clit while she fucked me.  We both three gave us
a silent look at each other, saying without words that we hoped Jacques
didn't wake up.  As we three made twenty-beat love, I asked Etienne how she
and her father began their relationship.  She said it was actually her
mother who started it all, that her mother's family had a long tradition of
it, especially mother/daughter, and that when her mother died when she was
eight, she and her father simply continued doing what the three of them had
done.

   Forty or so minutes passed, Libby yelled "time to change partners, boys
and girls!", and the next round of musical bodyworkers began.  This time,
The Averies immediately ran over and claimed Margie and me first, then
Jacque and Etienne picked Nick and Surawan , The Grisoms went to Gwen and
Keiko, and The Teasleys again were chosen for by default of picking last
had Flo and Maddy.

   Ms.  Avery was heavy in her period, flowing like a small gusher, being
polite and asking if I minded, shaking my head "no".  "The older I have
gotten, the heavier my flow has gotten..." she unnecessarily apologizing.
"What would like to do?" Margot first asked.  "Well...Margot...is it
Eric?...Eric, I hope you don't mind, but my girls and I are very
womyn-centric...would you be offended if we excluded you?...neither one of
them has ever touched a man, and I really don't like most men...I hope
you're not offended...are you, Eric?"

   Truth be told only to you and the fence post in my backyard, maybe I
was, just a tad.  But, like Doc said, the whole point of polykinetic
bodywork is to prescriptively heal the patient, not the healer, and not for
the healer to gets his rocks or her ovaries off doing so, unless it can be
done harmlessly within the confines of what the patient does and doesn't
want to do and what is and is not proscribed or prescribed in the treatment
paradigm.  Still, I had been looking forward to jumping on the mats with
the twins, two perfect thirteen-year-old specimens of feminine
exquisiteness, but such is life.  "No, Ms.  Avery, I don't mind, we're here
for you, not the other way around" I coughed out, managing a brave smile.

   Margot dove into her tasks as I scooted back four or five feet and
watched.  Ms.  Avery made Margot give each of girls some nice, protracted
head, gently pushing Margot's head more firmly into their somewhat-poochy
and thick and long sets of pussy lips on each girl, each of her girls
giving Margot a nice double lick together.  Annette and Athena's wide-base
cone-shaped tits were so inviting, they were almost drawing me to them like
four silent siren wails, but I scrunched up tighter on the mat as I sat
arms holding legs tight to me and resisted royally fucking up.  Ms.  Avery
told Margot she wanted as deep as tongue fuck as she could possibly give
her.  Margot relentlessly tried to comply, thrusting her tongue in and out
of Ms.  Avery's cunt as best she could while the girls sucked as hard as
they could on their mother's tits, but a couple of times it looked like she
was almost going to be sick, having to stop to pull dime-sized pieces of
endometrium off her tongue.  At least we had all been through menstrual
aversion re-conditioning.  But big, juicy, raw chicken-liver-like clots are
different.  Still, working with patients of all ages and conditions is part
of bodyworking, so Margot "might as well get over aversion now as later" I
thought to myself.  And without warning, "time to switch again!" was
called, and the merry-go-round began once more, and this time The Grisoms
snagged us.

   "Don't worry, buddy, I aint interested in yaw' butthole..." Ron Grisom
said with a laugh, as he friendly slapped me on the back, he and his son
sitting with Margot and I "...Geoff and I only do mouth and had jobs with
each other and men, though this fine l'll' filly here..." he said as he
playfully grabbed and twisted but not so much as to hurt Margot's breast
"...we'll both get some off this sweet stuff, and 'might get you to help us
get some a'that, too..."

   Ron had me and Margot knell of either side of his erect cock as he
stood, with his son at the front of it, using our three mouths like an
open-top pussy.  Then he and his son switched places, then he and his son
had me stand up as they sucked either side of my cock and Margot held fort
at the head of it.  The Grisoms were like the proverbial two kids in a
candystore.  They had Margot knell in front of the three of us, Ron in the
middle, his son Geoff and I to either side, as he fucked her mouth while
she played with our cocks manually.  Then Geoff traded places with him, and
I eventually traded places with Geoff in the middle.  Then they layed down
on the mats, Margot sixty-nine Ron and I 69'ing Geoff, then with them still
side-by-side next to each other, Margot and I traded off partners.  By then
some time had passed, and they sensed that the last switch for tonight was
probably going to be called soon.  So, Ron putting on latex, had Margot
astride his somewhat short but stubby and wide cock, had me stand for
Margot to suck me, and Geoff slipped on the required latex and pop it in
her asshole.  Then I took Ron's place underneath, he took my place standing
for Margot's mouth, and Geoff stayed in her butt.  Pulling latex off, as
the clock wound down, Geoff took his father's place at Margot's oral
opening, and Margot took that short but telephone pole piece of Ron's meat
up her tail somehow, slightly gasping but not fighting it when he entered
her.  Ten strokes or so later, he came, and the last switch of the night
was called.  An hour and and fifteen minutes had passed since we left the
Averys.

   The Teasleys were precious, both of them.  They were both so shy that
neither one of them wanted to make much eye contact, both looking down most
of the time at the mats when we talked with them.  Margot asked Nicole how
their physical relationship began, and Nicole replied that when Jessica was
a baby, she was very fussy, and she used to masturbated a lot just to make
her feel good to quiet her down, and over the years it just progressed from
there.  She also mentioned without asking that she didn't know who exactly
Jessica's father was, and Jess' knew that.  Margot, taking charge, asked
what their pleasure was, Nicole replying she mainly wanted cock, and
Jessica wanted to play with Margot.

   Having gotten and stayed maybe a little bit more excited that I should
have or wanted to with the Grisoms but having come, my hard was still
present and Nicole wasted no time covering my sucker up and pulling me down
to her on top of her, becoming openly and unabasedly passionate with her. I
felt the distinct feel of a tampon already pushed curled up inside her,
bent around her cervix by Nick who had already been with her a while ago. I
shot her a curious look, she smiled at me and gently nudged my ribs with a
"get back to work, silly boy!" look in her eyes.

   Jessica was all over Margot like white on rice.  She ran her hands all
over her body as they stood in front of each other, playing with, pulling,
pinching, massaging, frigging every part of her body, like she was looking
for a microdot hidden on one of Margot's few freckles with her bare hands.
She literally but a little unintentionally hard pushed Margot down on the
mats, then without exaggeration jumped her Margot's face, her tiny little
crotch hitting Margot's face so hard it had to have had almost broken
Margot's nose, with an "...aaaaeeeeyyaahhhh!!!..." cry as she did it.  "One
of our hers and mine's favorite little games..." Nicole explained "...would
you like to fuck my little Jess', Eric?..." "....uhh...uhm, yes, Nicole, I
will, but only if you want to, if you want me to..." "....do you, you want
to Eric?...it's okay, just be honest, say yes, or no, yes or no is fine..."
"Yes, Nicole, I would like to fuck your nine-year-old daughter, for my own
pleasure..." "Jessica...Jess-ss-ie...get off that woman and come over her,
this nice man would like to fuck you..."

   Nicole playfully pushed her daughter off Margot, pulled her over to her
with a big hug, then laid her down between us.  Flicking her head at me,
she silently urged me to join her between her daughter's legs.  She took my
hand, curled all fingers but my index one, and easily pushed it inside that
tiny perfect sweet but not-quite innocent vagina.  I began slowly pumping
my finger as Nicole licked the almost invisible pea of her daughter's clit.
Jessica actually started to lubricate enough to feel, something a tad
unusual since she was premenarche.  I worked my middle finger inside her
thanks to her natural lubrication, pulling them out to between their first
and middle knuckles, trying to see and feel if Jessica's G-spot had
developed yet, but could only maybe feel the ever-so-slight hardening of a
less-than-pea-sized spot at around between the eleven and twelve o'clock
position.

   Nicole had me stand up, as they both double-sucked me, then she let
Jess' just practice on me some, by herself.  Reaching for Margot, she
passionately kissed Margot as she talked dirty to her, telling her how
incredibly nasty it was watching her daughter with a man, asking if Margot
was turned on too, Margot not speaking but just nodding her head "yes" as
Nicole continued her lip-and-tongue-lock of her.

   Breaking her grip on Margot, she nudged her daughter aside, sucked me
some, then layed her precious little nine-year-old down on the mats for me
to fuck.  Guiding me inside her, she directed Margot to lick my cock and
Jessica's pussy while I fucked her, as she crawled around to the head of
us, kissing her daughter with as much passion as any grown lesbian would
kiss any other grown lesbian.  That kiss.  That kiss, that kiss.  Not like
I hadn't seen a whole lot of women kissing women and even women kissing
girls sometimes this week.  But, that precious kiss, unvarnished,
unashamed, between a beautiful mother and her equally precious beauty of a
young daughter, as Margot added to my and our stimulation as I fucked her
without reservation.  I came.  Time was called.  It was a little past
midnight.  Class over.  Time for the models to go home.

   Margot, Gwen, Keiko, and I walked arms-around-waists together back to
our collectively shared room.  Ms.  Avery had gotten Keiko into a
particularly hot scene together right there at the last, Keiko fisting her
way past her wristbone, and despite having wiped off as best she could,
still had a pink hand and wrist from Sarah Avery's very heavy
peri-menopausal menstrual flow.  I asked Keiko if she wanted me to finish
licking her hand clean for her, Keiko playfully trying to kick me in the
buttocks with a cross-legged kick behind me, a "nnnoooooo!!!, silly
Eric!!!" being friendly laughed in my ear as we walked together back to our
room.

   The girls snacked down on the assortment of chips and dip and pretzels
and nachos and everything I had requested and received a couple of days
back.  They sat stuffing their faces while watching some silly softcore
porn movie on HBO.  Talk about a busman's holiday driving a cab, for pete's
sake.  I was still a tad horny and wanted to fuck Margot and Gwen and
Keiko, one or both or all three I didn't care, but they either pretended to
or actually did want to ignore me right then, so I didn't push it.  I put
on my clothes, said "bye" to them, none of them even offering a wave
bye-bye in recognition, and headed out, slightly pissed at being ignored.

   I asked the guy at the security desk where I could get a beer this time
of night, and he said that probably the only place in town open right now
was the hotel bar.  I told him "then that's where I'll be", hit the button,
stomped my feet as I walked in, turned my private ninth floor elevator
access key to the right, and was expressed immediately to the hotel lobby.

   The bar was empty, save one very exhausted looking businessman in an
expensive but very wrinkled from his hard day apparently business suit,
him, and Libby, who was sitting at the bar four stools down from him, he
being so tired that he didn't even bother to roll his eyes any at my not a
ten but definitely close to nine long and leggy dishwaterblonde polykinetic
bodywork instructor.

   I told the bartender to give another of whatever she was having, it
looked like a chickdrink like a Kaluha-and-Cream or something, and I
ordered a Mick-and-Stollie boilermaker.  Putting my hand gently on her
shoulder, I asked her if she'd like to sit and talk some, over at a booth
where we could have some privacy.

   She sipped her Godawful-looking drink as I torpedoed my boilermaker.  We
talked about The Institute, about Doc, about Mrs.  Doc, about how long she
had been with them, etc.  She mentioned that she started off as a
bodyworker in Doc's practice, and that he had recruited her to be on his
school staff when she wasn't seeing clients.  I asked how many schools like
this they had per year, and she said no more than one a month, sometimes
only four or so per year, so as to not totally screwup their patient
calendars.  She also mentioned that she, Ferrum, Courtney, Jerry, and
Hollis were five of the seven full-time bodyworkers on Doc's payroll, the
other two running appointments during the week class was held.  She asked
about me just to be polite, I knowing with reasonable certainty she had
already reviewed every possible scrap of personal info about my in my
review files.  I asked if she was straight, bi, or lesbian, and she
admitted that when she first became a bodyworker three years ago, she
considered herself to be straight with very mild bi tendencies, but now,
after three years of non-stop wall-to-wall sexual embracings of both sexes
on a day-to-day basis, she wasn't sure any longer.  "Occupational hazard, I
guess, Eric" she slightly whimpered.

   I friendly touched under her chin, and she smiled at me.  "I know one
thing I never get enough of, though, Eric, and that's power exchange, like
I tried to hint at you earlier about, but you didn't take, or catch the
hint..." "Yes, I did..." I protested harmlessly "....but you are my
instructor, and I didn't know when and if, if ever, we could do anything
about it, Libby..." "...well, now we can, Eric My Prized Student, unless
you're too tired..." "oh, NO, I'm not too tired..." reassuring her quickly,
my horns sensing a chance to be blunted soon "...I'm not tired if you're
not tired..." "...two things, Eric...if we do this, it changes nothing in
class...I'm still your instructor there, got it?!?..." I nodding my head in
a "oh-hell-yes" fury "...and secondly, I like my BDSM sex rough, and I do
mean rough, as in hard-open-hand-slaps to anywhere on my body even my face
but no closed-fist-punches, hair-pulling, tit pinching and grabbing, pussy
grabbing, heavy workovers with paddles and whips and everything, just don't
leave marks on me which the rest of the class can see tomorrow, and I
really would need you to verbally dominate me totally, just take control
and forcefully of me and the situation, virtually rape me, though I know
you couldn't ever rape a fly in real life...if you can't or won't do it
like I want, then some other time, no hard feelings..." "Oh, Libby...oh
Libby Oh Libby OH Libby...I can and will do like you want...no
problem...but where?...my roomies are busy having a hen party in my
room..." "...there's a special sound-proof BDSM room just down from Doc's
apartment".

   Back up on the ninth floor, Libby slipped a paperkey to the lock and
turned the handle, the green little bulb lighting up, and we were in.  The
door silently closing behind us, I sweetly kissed her, then grabbed her
nice blouse, and just ripped it off of her with all the force I could,
tearing it in the three places.  Grabbing her bra, I snatched off her with
one hard yank, those 36D's or whatever they were tits that I had seen so
much and touched much more this past week slightly flopping down, my hands
roughly slapping her breasts as she sucked in several breaths deep and
hard. Telling her to unzip her skirt, it feel to the floor as I
simultaneously ripped her panties off.

   "How do want it?...BITCH?" I barked.  "Rough, Master...give it to me as
rough as you want, Eric, My Master..." "...you're a fucking whore and slut,
you know that?, whore?..." "...yes, Master, I'm your total slut and whore,
I'm Eric's slut and whore..." "...I don't know if a slut or whore can be
raped, but I'm going to rape you right, you fucking pig of a cunt!!!..." I
yelled to her face as she looked down at the floor in total obedience, I
starting to really get a feel for my part if this pseudo-roleplaying. 
"...yes, Master, I'm yours to rape or whatever you will...I'm Eric's slut
to rape if he wishes..." "...where are the toys kept in this bare-looking
dungeon, pigslut?..." "in the amoires behind you, Master".

   I opened the tall cabinets to find a very interesting collection of BDSM
toys, indeed.  But my mood was more towards domination and control, not
sadism.  I picked out one thin leather-wrapped whip and one large dildo,
but nothing else.  "Now, you slutty whore of a motherless sailor's
bitchdog, you said you have a rape fantasy?, hhuuuuu??!!??, screw that, you
weak-willed lily-livered cuntblood sucking pigdog of a peasant-fucking yak,
screw that roll-playing shit, NOW you're really going to be raped!!!"

   I threw her onto one of the two four-poster beds, pulled her on all
fours, and began to mercilessly slap her ass, spicing it with flicks from
the whip.  I let my role play itself out.  "You're going to be raped now,
you godless cumsucking old man's whore, and raped but good, and if you
ever, ever whisper a word to Doc or the cops me raping you, I'll swear when
I get out of prison I'll come back and carve you up like a cheap Christmas
turkey, understand me, BITCH!!!" I yelled at her at the top of my lungs,
being thankful for the soundproofing in the walls, hoping she didn't lie
about that, she mumbling and crying now, I pulling her around to seriously
slap her face three or four times hard, but not hard enough to leave
bruises or handprints beyond tonight.

   "Suck my cock like the asshole-licking slimecunt that you are!" I barked
as I shoved my cock in her mouth while I mercilessly mauled her tits, her
begging me to stop and to "please, Eric, don't rape me, DON'T rape me!!"
just getting my role-playing juices that much hotter.

   Shit, I was getting into the moment almost too much, pulled mentally
just a tad, but not enough to break the mood.  "Prepare to be raped and
raped but good, you dogcock-licking slut born of some godless heathen
bastard's daughter!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I pushed her
around, whipping her back hard in several places enough to leave light
cutmarks that the rest of the class might be able to see without meaning to
cut into her flesh quite that hard, as I again slapped and slapped and
slapped her ass hard, before just ramming my cock totally all the way into
her asshole, no lubrication, no nothing, the friction of its unlubricated
tightness making me all that much harder.

   "AAAAYYEEEAAHHH!!!!..." Libby scream at the top of her lungs "....Eric,
I'm not kidding now, you're really raping me now, stop, dammit, now, or
I'll kick you out of class this instant, I'm not kidding now, stop raping
this instant or I will call the cops, I SWEAR IT!....AHHHYEEAAHHHH!!!" she
screamed again as I relentlessly "raped" her asshole, ignoring her words of
then because of her earlier words that she wanted it that rough, that, and
the face she didn't ask for and I didn't mention use of a safe word.

   I shouted some more obscenities at her, questioned her ancestry and
parentage and told her how low on the totem pole of worthless sluts and
whores she was some more, she absolutely now threatening to kill me herself
after I got out of prison for raping her, her protestations and
faux-threats sending my passion through the roof, as it did hers.

   When she came four or five flooding G-spot comes from my "rape" of her
asshole, I knew she was done, started whipping her open and bare cunt while
I assfucked her my one last bit, and filled her with more come than I
thought I had in me after coming several times earlier that evening.

   We collapsed on the bed, she mauled and with red palmprints on her ass
and tits and two very light pinkish handprints on her face, her cunt with
some light whipmarks, her back with a few that might not be completely gone
by in the morning.  "Sorry about those slightly too-deep whipmarks on your
back, Libby..." I apologized as we lay next to each other, facing each
other, lightly petting and kissing.  "Oh, no problem, they're not that deep
and there's just a few...even if they're not healed by in the morning, no
one will say anything, dont' sweat it, my best Eric Student..." she cooed,
gently reasserting our roles in our outside roles within the classroom, me
not minding a'tall "...it's okay...how...how did you know that I wasn't
serious, wasn't really going to call the cops on you?..." "...because you
told me exactly what you wanted, how and when and where you wanted it, and
that's exactly what I gave you, Silly Libby, Silly Libby..." I cooed back
we laughed together.  "...yes...yes, you did...I wanted to be raped, and
you raped me..." "...actually, my Dearest Slut Instructor, you didn't want
to be raped...." she flashing me a look like "...damn, how did you know
that?..." "...you didn't want to be 'raped', Libby, you just wanted some
rough sex but mainly you wanted someone else to be in charge, to take
charge, because that's what you do all day, take charge, get things done,
order students and staff around, and having a natural switch's nature like
you told me you had, I knew you didn't really want to be raped, just like
you told me earlier you knew I was incapable of actual rape, or you
wouldn't have invited me up here tonight and given me carte blanche to take
charge over you...

   "...shut up, Eric...you know sometimes you talk too much?..." I nodding
my head "yes" "...you're right, My Sweet Dom, and you handled it
perfectly...thank you...THANK YOU, Eric, for giving me exactly what I
wanted, instead of what I had asked for...now, tomorrow's another day of
class, you better scoot, I gotta go home and feed my cat...g'night, My
Sweet Dom..." she whispered to me as she put on a full-length labcoat from
a selection in a closet I hadn't earlier seen, taking her skirt with her,
the rest of her clothes being shredded and torn and useless, she backing
out from the room, blowing me sweet kisses as she want.  Back in my room,
the tv on, the bed was covered in crumbs and half-eaten bites of chips and
dips, and my three favorite classmates had dozed off in a semi-pile while
sitting, Margot and Keiko both resting their heads on one each of Gwen's
nicely-large breasts.



   The Body Worker by PlanetDweller

   Wed., Day 5: A Level Playing Field

   A slightly rising pisshard arouse my consciousness and elevating state
of arousal.  Craning my neck around to try to focus with sleep-glazed eyes
on the alarm clock, the redletters shown "6:38".  I was snuggled against
Margot's back, who's head was still resting on Gwen's matronly tit, as
Keiko used Gwen's other one similarly as a pillow.  Erect but not really
needing to piss right then, I worked the head of my cock easily into
Margot, she waking up enough to protest with a classic "not now, Eric...my
pussy's too sore", I easing it anyway, she not complaining further.

   Just for the fun of it, to see if I could do it, I tried to do a
"Maddy", a male version of one.  Keeping my body absolutely still, I
deliberately twitched and spasm'd and flexed my own inner PC muscle, making
my cock twist and move and rise within Margot's innerflesh.  She moved just
a little, then smiled.  After five minutes or so of closed-eye
non-acknowledgment of my innocent pleasuring of her, she rolled her face
over to mine, lightly kissed me, with a "that's nice....nice...keep it up".

   We made love without moving for another ten minutes or so, Margot
flexing her cunt around me as I flexed back, she nibbling and sucking on
Gwen's nipple while she lazily massaged her boob.  After the intense
session with Libby last night, this was a pleasant cooldown.  Gwen started
waking up, nudged Keiko awake a bit, then promptly at seven, Hollis arrived
in our room to give us our ritual morning wakeup call.  Seeing our
impromptu friendship pile, he asked if he could join in for a few moment.
Gwen opened her legs for him and Margot and Keiko sucked her tits and
played with her pussy and his cock as he did his Hollis-Slide atop her.  I
rolled off the bed to do my morning business in the bathroom, leaving the
four of them for their fun.  Getting out of the shower a bit later, Margot
and Hollis came into the bathroom, asking if everything was alright, if I
was angry or anything, I replying that "no, of course I wasn't, I just
really had to take my morning piss and needed a shower", which was the
total truth after my midnight unwashed sweatsession.

   Hollis having left, my three cuntkateers and I got in a silly mood as we
walked our daily thirty second and thirty pace commute from bedroom to
classroom, doing some sort of impromptu Pythoni-ish arms-around-waist silly
walk as we four abreast swung wide into the classroom.  The buffet guys how
addressed us all by name, having served us long enough during the week,
with a "good morning, Mizz Margot, good morning Miss Gwen...etc.".  We all
sat down at our usual old places at our new roundtable.  The room was
quiet, eerily so.  Some stuff had been moved around, some stuff is
seemingly always moved in around prior to our coming to a given day's
class, so nothing new there.  I noticed a pile of clothing at each of our
respective places at our desks, but didn't think much about it, just
something else new for us to do.  We were the first ones in class, and for
a few minutes as we ate our eggs and bacon and bagels and such, not even a
pindrop was heard, not in the room, not from outside in the hall.  Eerie.

   Libby came in next with her majordomo brood in tow, several reddish whip
marks still visible on her back, visible reminders of her's and mine happy
shining BDSM funtime last night, despite having tried to slightly cover the
worse of them with some sort of body makeup.  Then Nick and Surawan and Flo
and Maddy.  Flo wasn't wearing any panties and pad today, evidently she
must have "stopped" last night.  Maddy had an ear-to-ear possum-eating-shit
grin on her face, but no one was so impolite as to ask why.  Doc and Mrs.
D. came in last, stopping to greet us all as a group, as we touched him and
her back as they put their hands on our shoulders, asking how we were, if
we had a good night's sleep, etcetera, being unusually personable for them.

   Six middle-aged men, five white and one African-America, all
immaculately and expensively dressed, well-groomed, looking like bankers or
Wall Street-types, trailed in single-file behind The Docs, observing but
not speaking to us.  Doc got his usual coffee from the buffet table and the
group of gentlemen helped themselves too, as they and Docs slowly walked to
the back of the room.  Doc didn't formally call the class to order.  The
wallclock now read eight-thirty-six, so we students eight gradually got up
at our own pace, threw our trash into the open-top garbage can, and made
our way to our usual seats, our piles of what looked like to be white and
navy-blue full-length labcoats and some other stuff stacked in front of us.

   Seeing we were waiting, an as-usual bucknaked Doc got up and leaning
into the lectern, began his morning spiel.  "Good morning, class..." "Good
morning, Teacher..." we chorused with friendly mocking sarcasm.  "Today,
we're going to concentrate on working with male models on the problems of
your typical single as in seeing the therapist status not marital or
relationship'd-status male patient, that's what these kind gentlemen behind
me, all of whom are ex-patients of my practice, are here for..."
"...because so, so much work of a female bodyworker's practice is going to
be with men, the entire day is going to be devoted to practicing the main
techniques she'll need to work with such patients..." "...the three main
concerns you'll see as female therapists are with male patients: one,
erectile dysfunction, or the inability to achieve or adequately maintain an
erection for sufficient amount of time to either achieve their own climax
or intercourse' their partner to one; two, male orgasmic disorder, or the
ability of the male patient to achieve satisfactory orgasmic response
during sex; and three, premature ejaculation, or, the exact opposite
response of male orgasmic disorder...the inability to control orgasmic
response sufficiently long enough for his partner to climax at least fifty
percent of the time..."

   Doc talked on "...because most male patients will be homophobic about
seeing a male therapist about solving these problems, except in a clinical
situation where the patient and his wife are seeing a male-female therapist
team to treat multiple problems, the good news for you studs, Eric, Nick,
is that, unless you want to stay and observe, you're basically have the day
off...", Nick and I shaking our heads silently "no" to the idea of killing
the day in class when we could go play some Doc-sanctioned hookie. 
"....also, because...and most of you didn't know this...Keiko's parents are
partners in a professional practice, and for the past two years she's
worked as a-yet-formally-trained apprentice to trained bodyworkers on their
staff, including helping treat hundreds of cases in the areas we'll be
covering today, so, Keiko, if you'd like the day off, you're granted that,
I don't see how this workshop could teach you professionally anything you
don't already know, but like Nick and Eric, you're welcome to stay and
participate or just observe, or you may have the day off..." "...thank you,
Dr.  Chaim, if you don't mind, I'll take the day off, thank you!" she
gleefully exclaimed.

   "...now, before we get started, and Nick, Eric, I do want you to stay
and do one quick familiarization session on premature ejaculation before
you leave, some other morning business..." "...on your desks, as you can
see, you have four specialized labcoats in your size, two each in navy blue
and two white, plus a removable liner for each, plus four 'dickies' or
turtle-neck-style pullover covers that cover your flesh from neck just
above your breastline, the point of them being they're easier to put on and
take-off and store than a full-sized blouse or shirt and cover the flesh
exposed by the open front of the labcoats..." "...the few times that you'll
leave the confines of your professional office back home to see a patient
elsewhere, at their home, in another medical setting, etc., you will wear a
labcoat and dickey to those kind of appointments...'anyone tell me why we
would do this, instead of just wearing streetclothes?...anyone?...yes,
Gwen?..."

   "Is it because the labcoats project a professional image, but more
importantly, removing the usual layers of usual clothes in the presence of
a client would imply a certain level of too-intimate intimacy and
familiarity, would create an atmosphere for therapy that's more erotic than
friendly clinical?" "...very good, Gwen, and precisely correct...outside of
your office, on their turf, it's important to maintain 'possession' as in
principle thereof, and the shock of your nudity when it comes to that
moment in that therapy session helps you maintain that control...now, if
you'll open one of the packets that contains a blue coat..."

   We all fished one out from its plastic wrap, the smell of newly minted
fabric filling our airspace.  Beside the pile of coats, I also noticed two
golden name tags, both that said "Eric" in larger letters, and one in
smaller letters "The Polykinetic Bodywork Institute", and on the other
"Wake Family Therapy, Inc."

   "...and, pick one of the light green or purple dickies to wear, you're
going to have your ID's done in a moment...by the way, always keep your ID
cards, both of them, one from which ID's you as being affiliated with PBI,
and the other one which will show your employer's name, with you at all
times...you will need these cards to access certain facilities at certain
times, and they can also serve as a professional credential in certain
situations...you'll need these ID's tomorrow when we do a couple of class
field trips...please put on a dickey and a blue coat, and then go over to
Libby who's manning the station".

   Jerry and Libby had been scurrily setting up the white seamless backdrop
in front of what looked like some sort of giant passport photo camera in
the while that Doc had been speaking.  I put my gold Institute nametag on,
but Libby asked me to remove it for the photo.  Fifteen minutes or so
later, we were done, as Jerry, Hollis, and even the female krew members
went busily about moving the beds and mats around, in one verse of an
endless ritual of preparing for learning.  The group of gentlemen had in
the meanwhile undressed and were walking towards the middle of the room,
towards the altar of polykinetic bodywork education.

   Doc fetching myself, Nick, and Keiko, he lead us over to a pot-bellied
but not fat model, his flab rolling over his beltline, with a "students,
this is Doug...Doug suffered from severe premature ejaculation for decades
before coming to us for treatment...after being cured, he can still mimic
the symptoms for us, so Keiko, since you know more about the techniques for
helping patients control their PE, please demonstrate for the class, then
you two briefly repeat what she has shown you, then you're free to go" Doc
concluded.

   Skipping the unneeded bonding ritual, K.  got on the bed with Doug,
felated him semi-hard, then as his cock began to twitch, grabbed his head
firmly between thumb and forefinger, and not-so-gently but not painful
squeezed.  "Keiko is using the old standard Masters & Johnson 'pressure
technique'...do that another couple of times, Keiko, then also demonstrate
the techniques of intermittent stimulation and of sensory refocus".

   She finished her grab-and-hold's, then showed us how to, using
non-continual stimuli with hands and mouth, how to bring forth an
ever-growing erection, but how to sense an orgasmic platform building, and
then back off, while still using enough stimulus to keep the erection firm.
Then, she demonstrated the sensory refocus technique, which basically
consisted of her, instead of breaking stimulation, of simply moving her
stimulations of Doug to his nipples which she sucked, his inner thighs and
anus which she licked and stroked, massaging his stomach, putting her tit
in his mouth while playing around his anus, etc.

   Doc had Nick and I do the pressure technique on Doug, then the other
two. Satisfied that we could work with our female therapy partners using
these techniques, Doc excused us and Keiko from class for the day, catty
little whispers being underheard under whispered breaths from the
cuntgallery.  I thought about what I might want to do for the rest of the
day, then realized I was damn near broke.  I whispered in Doc's ear about
getting an advance, remembering that Kim or Carol or one of them had
promised to call and arrange it with him.  "It's in an evelope in the hotel
safe downstairs, Eric..." Doc whispered back to me "...just be sure to keep
all your receipts..." I replying "yeah, yeah, whatever" modestly
sarcastically, like he was my fucking denmother.

   Sprinting to catch Keiko and Nick before they left the room, I asked
them if they'd like to hang together for the rest of the day, asking what
they'd like to do.  "I've got some things I really need to do this morning
by myself, Eric...maybe later?" K.  replied.  "And pardon me, old buddy,
but I just want some time alone, some time to think...I'm going for a
run...catch ya' later?

   I dressed in gym clothes and went down to the hotel health club. 
Normally I work out about once a week, not a lot, but enough to make
keeping my membership at the Hillsboro Street "Y" up to date.  Being the
middle of a weekday, the place was deserted.  I worked the Stairmaster
some, the stationary bike, and the NordicTrak.  I really wanted to do some
lifts on the freeweights, but lacking a spotter, didn't want to push it.  A
stacked blond with more muscles than I came in, picked a bar that had 120
lbs locked into place, put her towel down on the weight bench, and started
slo-mowing her reps.  Being a gentleman, I walked over to her and asked if
she wanted me to spot for her, and she said "sure".  She did four sets of
ten, then two sets of ten with the 220 lb bar, the later of which was
greater than her total bodyweight by fifty pounds easy.  We talked
smalltalk as she got rid of her excess tension.  I just casually mentioned
that I was in town attending a seminar and had the day off, she said that
she was traveling on business with her husband, they being from Toronto,
and he would be seeing a big client all day in The Bronx.  She spotted me
my three each brackets on the 75 lb and 120 bars, then we ran in place
beside each other on adjacent treadmills for about twenty minutes.  Both of
us achieving our aerobic goals for the day, she asked me point blank if I
wanted to go back to her room.  For the longest moment, I thought long and
hard....very hard...but nah..."no, thanks..." I replied, kissing her on the
cheek "...you seem very nice...and it would be fun...but thanks, but no,
thanks" she kissing me back on the cheek with a "well, maybe next time".

   It felt like I was starting to cramp up a bit in my legs and arms, so I
went over to the rowing machine to do some easy pulls and gradually cool
down.  Through the room's giant bay window that faced into the woods behind
the hotel, I saw Nick come up the jogging path which ran directly in front
of it, waved at him, and he waved back.  Coming into the health club area,
he sat beside me on a stationary bike, slowly working it some, cooling down
himself.  He said he had done the entire trail, from the hotel down around
through town and to the marina and back, and felt a hundred percent better,
his head was clearer.  I'm not one to do much alone, except kick back and
watch tv or read or maybe listen to music.  Asking Nick if he wanted to
hang out some together, he complained about being broke, but I told him I
had some more money waiting for me and it'd be my treat, we could do
whatever the hell we felt like.  Nick said he just wanted to get away from
cunts for a while.  I asked if he wanted to find a sportsbar somewhere and
just go shoot some pool or something.

   We went back to our rooms to shower and met back in the lobby half an
hour later.  I asked the desk clerk about my envelope, and sure enough, it
contained ten fifties and twenty-five twenties.  I asked where the bellman
where the nearest decent sportsbar was, and he replied there wasn't one in
town, the nearest being in the neighboring town of Macarthur, about fifteen
miles and thirty minutes away.  Asking him to call a cab for us, he replied
that as ninth-floor guests, we could have the hotel van shuttle us there,
if we didn't care, and take a cab back later or call and have the bus come
pick us up, whichever we preferred to do.

   We nursed our beers, Mic for me and Bud for Nick, as we knocked the
balls around on a decent table, a tournament-sized Brunswick Gold Crown at
Rudy's Sport Bar & Tavern in what passed for the two-block section of
downtown Macarthur, NY.  Munching on orders of skins and nachos, we a lot
of the time were quiet, talking about everything but the school when we
weren't.  A small lunchtime crowd of suits filtered in and out over the
lunch hour, we ignoring them as they ignored us, they being all locals
apparently, we not.  As the crowd of pinstripes left us to our own silences
once again, the talk, as it inevitably would anyway, turned to school.

   "I never thought I could get actually start becoming numb to sex, but I
am, some, Nick...this blond who was in the health club earlier before you
came in wanted me to go back to her room with her after we worked out, but
I turned her down, because...because it felt like, I dunno...it felt like
one those 'here we go again''s, know whaddImean?..." "Yeaz, I do,
Eric...Surawan's been damned-near insatiable with me at night...an' I mean,
she's nice and all, and she and I have had lots of sex with Flo and Maddy
like you've got your own little harem with Margot and Gwen and K', but
damn, man, fuck all day during class and then they want you to fuck all
night, too?..." "...I think Margot's becoming a little numb to it all..." I
replied "...but Gwen and Keiko are like two little lesbian peas in a pod,
they can't keep their hands off each other, but it is fun with them, all
three of them..." ".....yeah..." "...yeah..."

   I finished off the nine and Nick began to rerack the balls.  A long,
very pregnant silence insued.  "Hey, Nick...." "Yeah, Erwic?..." "...how do
you really feel about the guy-guy stuff we've had to do, with each other
and Jer' and Hol' and all?..." "...well, like I said that other time, I
know it's going to be part of my job, however small a part that might
be..."

   Another protracted silence as he collected his thoughts, then he spoke
once more.  "Yah, know, Eric..." "What, Nick?" "We've fooled around as part
of our class assignments, but...but...I can't help but think..." "....think
what, Nick?..." asking, but knowing what he was going to probably say
before he said it.  "...you and I 'done everything with the girls that guys
could possibly do to them, and we've fooled around in class, but...but we
haven't done the one thing together that we've done to all them..."
"...what Doc did to me..." "...exactly...and I dunno, Eric, 'bud...it feels
like I'm bonded to the girls to the third degree, but only to you because
of what you and I ain't done, to the second degree....knowwhadImean?..."
"...yeah, I know what you mean..." I replied with a quiet but unintentional
sigh coming from lips "...of course, we can, if you want, it'd be fine with
me..." "....but only if you really want to, Eric, old bud'..." "....yeah, I
guess I want to, Nick, if you want to...sure, let's finish our beers and
I'll call us a cab to go back home".

   We drove back in the cab to Roslyn Harbour Inn, he in the frontseat, me
in the back, silently.  From the lobby, I saw Keiko dressed in a tight,
black leather miniskirt, sipping on a drink.  I nudged Nick and we walked
up behind her, putting a hand each on each of her shoulders, shocking the
living shit out of her, she not having heard us sneak up behind her,
knocking her Bloody Mary over as she jumped up off the barstool, I mock
scolding her with a "Keiko, Keiko, Keiko...what are we going to do with
you, young lady!, drinking at a bar at age nineteen!", she putting her
finger to her lips with an equally mock "ssshhhhh!", the bartender quietly
chuckling at us all, not caring one wit about our nonsense.

   Without asking, she told us that she had taken the train into town this
morning to go look at an antique diamond-encrusted bracelet that Harry
Winston Jewelers had that her mother was thinking of buying but wanted her
to look at it first in person before okaying the purchase, and then had
stopped by Paul & Eddy's boutique to buy a couple of the new rave-style
dresses, showing us her full shopping bag.  "I honestly thought we'd have
more free time than we've had, guys...nothing but fuck, fuck, fuck, suck,
suck, suck..." Nick and I just cracking up at that one.

   Nick mentioned we had worked out and then went to Macarthur to shoot
some pool, and had come back to fool around some with each other.  Looking
at Nick to make sure it was okay with him, I asked her if she wanted to
join us, "sure" she said.

   We all three stuck our heads through the classroom's door out of
curiosity.  Margot and all were busily either fucking or sucking their male
model partners as they practiced their exercises, Libby and The Team
watching over each session individually, Doc and Mrs.  Doc working the room
as floaters.  We three went back to my room, where the beds had been pushed
together to make a larger one.

   Our clothes hitting the floor, K.  leaned into suck me, I leaned to suck
Nick, and Nick's mouth found Keiko's cunt.  Just three friends doing each
other.  I wanted to fuck K., so she rolled me over and crawled on top, Nick
licking my cock and her cuntlips as we fucked.  Keiko then said she wanted
a double-fuck, not a double vaginal-anal penetration, but a true
double-fuck in her pussy.  Nick and I both exchanged "well, she's as tight
as straw, but she did get fisted out the ying-yang yesterday" glances, and
shrugged our shoulder in a "sure, why not?" motion.  As she rode me, I
could feel her tenting her vagina as best she could, making room for Nick
as his dick slipped inside her with mine kneeling from behind, our cocks
rubbing together like some pre-adolescent jackfest.  Keiko closed her eyes,
started rocking back and forth, began moaning, and then her fists lightly
but firmly tapped my chest.  I knew she was getting ready to blow, and she
did, in three successive orgasms of increasing intensity.  Falling off
between our sandwich, she crumpled on to the bed.  We snuggled beside her,
kissing and petting her, while also playing each other's cocks.  I scooted
off the bed for a second and came back with some condoms and KY fetched
from my gearbag.

   I stood up and Nick sucked me as he sat on the edge of the bed, K.  off
to one side catching forty winks, ignoring us.  He then rolled a condom on
me and handed me the 'Y, kneeling on all fours on the bed, waiting for me.
I entered him easily but not quickly, trying as best to make love to his
and his ass not just fuck him.  He purred like a chick underneath me as we
bonded that Spartan-Bond, two ancient Greek soldiers normally straighter
than the arrows they would shoot from their quivers but who in high-stress
combat situations would easily and without reservation physically bond to
one another in male-male contact ways, the school not being a combat
situation but definitely being a high-stress one that Nick and I shared
exponentially together.  Having held my come through Keiko's fucking, I
just grabbed his asscheeks and pulled him tighter to me, filling my condom
full of my jism that was meant for him, he feeling my cock pulse and spasm
inside his anus.  Resting a moment together, we put our arms around each
other and kind of hugged, but didn't kiss.  We're not faggots, you know. 
Asking if I was ready, I replied asking me if he'd fuck me from the side
instead, he replying "sure, that'll be fine...my knees are tired, anyway".
Nick played with my softening cock as he screwed me from the back, his
chest to my back.  "Well..." I thought silently "...at least I know what it
feels like to be a girl and get fucked this way, now".  He didn't hold back
and quickly came inside me, pulling out, throwing his condom towards the
trashcan beside the nightstand.  I snuggled closer to Keiko as she dozed,
and Nick snuggled close to me.

   The Two Clitkateers came in from class sometime after that, Margot
waking me up as I snored between Nick and Keiko by tickling my feet, a
sweet but unvarnished "...privileged characters..." bit of sarcasm being
directed at me.  Gwen and Margot both looked like if they had to see or
play with one more cock today, it would time for butcherknives to come out
to play.  Margot snuggled in between me and Keiko, Gwen finding room on the
other side of her.  "Just hold me, Eric..." Margot implored "...just hold
me".

   Nick woke up an hour or so later, finding Margot between he and I,
nudged me in the ribs lightly, told me that he really enjoyed today and
would see me tomorrow in class, making his exit from our room.  His getting
up roused my sweeties to a lighter slumber, and about another hour later
they finally stretched and yawned their way to consciousness.  Call it
condition, re-conditioning, conditional expectations, call it whatever you
want, but I wanted more sex then.  But my majority actions and minority
words were met by kind but sincere words of protests, all of them bitching
and moaning only half-kiddingly right then about not wanting to see or
manipulate another cock as long as they lived, moderated with some "we love
you, Eric..." and "maybe, maybe later" 's.

   Asking who was hungry and stating that I was buying, three hands shot
up. Gwen said that she was in a mood for chicken, fried chicken.  I really
wanted to treat them to Mom's and that glorious dining experience that Nick
and I had stumbled into the other night, but once Gwen suggested chicken,
then Margot said KFC, and Keiko supra-majority outvoted me.  I don't like,
but can eat, fried chicken.  Getting dressed, Margot told the guy at the
elevator's security desk that we wanted to find a KFC, asking where the
closest one was, he replying out on the highway two exits down, she being
nice asking could we bring him anything back, he a little surprisingly
saying yes, would we mind bringing him a three piece meal with all
whitemeat.

   Taking the hotel shuttle there and back, we got one 15-piece bucket each
of white and dark regular plus a mixed bucket of extra crispy, along with
six side orders of creamed potatoes, gravy, two dozen biscuits, slaw, and
mixed greens, and baked beans.  It was not going to be a silent night. 
Buying our friendly van driver dinner too, he and his shift replacement
having shuttled us all over the past few days, he thanked us, as we went
back upstairs.  Gwen going to fetch a couple of Pepsis from our
well-stocked kitchenette fridge, we talked with the desk guard some,
inviting him to join us for dinner, but he had to decline, said he could
get fired if he left his post for more than a quick bathroom break.

   While food had always been nearly as important to me as sex, it was
obvious to us all that food was becoming an antidote, a counter-balance to
all the sex in our now routine daily lives, a way of balancing the exterior
of continual sexual stimulation by the intaking of physical sensuous
memoryharkers.  In a pile of live bodies and dead fried chickens, we gorged
ourselves as we sat naked on our bed together, licking the flavored grease
stains from each other's fingers and breasts and nipples and chest and legs
in a child-like but not child-ish delight of sharing good food with good
friends, the bedsheet becoming one large ever-increasing grease stain
underneath us but no one caring, that being what the housekeeping staff and
clean sheets every morning were for.  Keiko clicked on the tv while we ate
and found some softcore shit on HBO, much to the vocalized moans of the
rest of us.  Margot and I started feeding each other, first bites of mashed
potatoes and gravy, then pulled bits of chicken, then bites taken from each
other's mouths and shared with a kiss, passing of food and sustenance and
yes small-l love from and to each other, K.  and Gwen doing the same by our
example, then all four of us creating the ultimate in group foodkisses. 
The buckets of burnt poultryflesh now empty, the sharing of foodkisses
bringing our deadend and muted passions back to life, my girls pushed me on
my back, covered my chest in what was left of the mashed potatoes, and
licked me clean.

   "I told everyone how you fucked me this morning, fucking without
moving..." Margot blurted.  "You dee-ahhd?..." I replied with mock surprise
and slurred accent.  "Uh-hu...and now, Eric, everyone of us wants to
experience what you gave me..." "But I go first..." Gwen replied.

   Gwen and I lay down in our giant greasestain on the bed, her back to me,
my cock poking inside her.  Refueled from the deadwhitemeat and refreshed
from playful passions rising, my PC muscles popped and twisted and spasmed
my cock inside her, Gwen cooing "oouuuuhhhhhaaahhh!" a couple of times
without making a too-exaggerated fuss.  My chest to her back, Keiko spread
Gwen's legs and joined her tongue at our point of connection, even she
commenting she could see my working my cock without moving and feel its
movements on her tongue.  Margot held me close as she snuggled to my back,
leaning over to kiss me.  Fifteen or twenty minutes or so passed.  Gwen was
enjoying it, but unlike Maddy's totally talented cunt, I couldn't do much
more than I was doing then, couldn't really cause enough displacement-type
movements without moving to cause orgasms to either Gwen or myself.  Keiko
said she wanted to try it, so she and Gwen switched places, as Margot
rolled to the foot of the bed to find Gwen's cunt and give her some head.

   Keiko seemed to enjoy it but also seemed a little bored by it.  Margot
called her turn, and rolled me on my back, astriding me, to take it.  Gwen
and Keiko got on either side of us and roamed their hands and tongues all
over us.  My cock just rotated like drill inside Margot's pussy as our
friends and classmates enveloped us with their physical energy.  Margot
didn't move an inch.  I didn't either.  My cock was definitely moving all
over the place inside her.  It was great.  But without some movement for
friction to me and pudendal pressure for her, anything over a little, tiny
orgasm was going to be impossible.

   I lined them up three abreast on all fours, Margot in the middle, and as
I duckwalked up and down my personal row of eager and willing pussies,
fucking each one for thirty second to a minute before moving on the next
one.  Even in this school atmosphere of ever-increasing jade-endness about
sex and matters sexual, the sight of My Three Cunts gaping and waiting for
me really did push a hotbutton inside me.  After thirty-five minutes or so,
my knees were really starting to feel it, so I shoved my well-slicked cock
from cuntjuices up Margot's ass, and broke my load inside her.  She rolled
me over, sucked me clean, and shared a kiss with me, tasting like chicken
not asshole lucky for me, Gwen and Keiko joining our kiss.  I was pooped.
Gwen sucked me some as Margot and K.  kissed me, but nothing.  For the
first time that week, nothing.  I knew nothing was wrong with me, I just
was come'd out, finally, for the first time since school started. 
Actually, it was no big deal.  They didn't make a big deal out of it, and
neither did they.  Propping a couple of pillows next to the headboard, I
just lay back and watched my girls do each other some more, my eyes
half-closing.  Feeling sleepy, I stumbled into the bathroom, took my
MascuStat, took a piss, took a small shit and a shorter shower, then
stumbled back into bed with them.  Gwen was fucking Margot with her
strap-on dildo from her gearbag, as Margot sucked another strap-on being
worn by Keiko.  They stopped for a second, tried to revive my still-sagging
cock, but having no luck, kissed me then went back to their own private
dildohood.  My eyes closed to the sight of my Margot getting DP'd by Gwen
and K., a wonderful sight it was.  I dreamed a dream of loaves and fishes,
of chickens and potatoes feeding the masses of my conscious desires. 
Feeling someone tickling my ribs, my eyes opened to a Ferrum groping us
all, with a "c'mon, sleepyheads, big day today, field trips, get on up,
long day ahead, get on up..."



   The Body Worker by PlanetDweller

   Thursday, Day 6: Field Trip, Pt.  1; The Statue Of Liberty, and The
Retirement Home

   Margot stirred a bit as Ferrum playfully grabbed at her boobs before
touchfrigging Gwen and Keikkie to rouse them from their
food-and-sex-induced slumber.  Margot smiled as she rose to kiss Ferrum,
inviting her to stay for a while, Fer' shaking her head "no, thanks",
Margot insisting she stay a while with a "Eric showed us something he can
do with his buddy last night that you simply have to feel to believe".  I
wanted to speak up and give Maddy the credit for inspiring me to do so, not
having thought of doing it before Maddy did her version of it to me the
other day, but I just smiled and kissed Ferrum with "you'll enjoy it,
promise!".

   Needing to take a piss but taking advantage of my backpressure to
increase my own pleasure, I entered Ferrum from the side, my chest to her
back, as Margot sucked on her breasts and kissed her as she faced her
chest-to-chest.  Ferrum's eyes got as big as saucers once I began my
flexing and popping of my cock inside her as I lay motionless next to her,
my hand lazily reaching over and around to sweetly part tickle her clit. 
She craned her neck around to make deeper eye contact with me, and to see
if what I was doing wasn't some sort of trick.  My eyes just caressed her
face with the love of one friend to another, a student's love of a mentor
and teacher.  Somehow feeling new penile muscles starting to come into
play, easy diagonal spasmodic waves twisted my cock inside her, displacing
her formed vaginal tent.  "Damn"..."Damn", she repeated a few times.

   Fifteen or so minutes passed.  Ferrum relaxed more in mine and Margot's
arms, Marggie's tongue now resting firmly on Fer's clit as I fucked without
moving, and she allowed herself a couple of smallish orgasms.  The
refractory phase of her orgasms clinched my cock tighter.  I had to take a
piss, and I wanted a come.  Feeling a bit looser for some reason now than I
had all week, I whispered a little something in Ferrum's ear, and she
nodded "yes".

   Don't ask me why this popped in my head, I have no clue.  Ferrum and I
and Margot all squeezed in the shower together, Ferrum leaning forward into
Margot for balance, as I fucked her from the rear standing up, as the hot
water hit mostly me and splattered around the stall some, barely wetting my
cuntmates.  A few pumps, and I just let it rip, actually one nice big and
then a smaller come right behind it.  Then, I pissed insider her, my
backpressured urine giving Ferrum a uric acid douche.  Again, I have no
clue as to why I wanted to do that, that way, the thought of so-called
watersports never having crossed my mind as being erotic to me before, but
it felt like it might be fun to do, and it was.  The unique sensation train
of two comes plus what felt like a piss-come for lack of a better term felt
really, really nice.  I darted out of the shower to get a douche, Margot
douching our sexmate, so the smell of my masculine scentmarking of Ferrum
wouldn't be noticeable to the rest of the class, hopefully.

   The usual beforeclass breakfast bar was layed out for us when we
wandered into the classroom a few minutes before eight a short while later.
Per usual, the stuff, the desks and mats and beds and all, had been scooted
around different again, the perpetual furniture jigsaw puzzle.  Being the
first ones there, Ferrum played with my cock again as she sat to one side
of me Margot on the other, getting me hard again.  She smiled, and I knew
what she wanted, shaking my head "no".  She gave me this pitiful hang-dog
look, and I smiled as she scooted over and atop my lap, my cock entering
her as she sat in my lap and we shared our breakfast together.  The regular
uniformed hotel employee who had been behind the buffet line most days
turned to watch us, his expression not changing as he watched us fuck
without fucking.  My cock pistoned inside her as my breathing remained
constant.  Pressing her lips to mine, she shoved a half-eaten bit of
sausage patty deep inside my mouth, I chewed on it and her tongue for a few
seconds, then swallowed.  She shuddered a shudder of passion release
accidental, then came a little G-spot come on my lap.  "Gee, thanks a lot,
Fer', I needed another bath this morning" I sweetly sarcastically cooed to
her.  We kissed deeply as the rest of our classmates wandered in together.

   Nick and Surry playfully asked what we were doing, and we both just
smiled back them.  Maddy shot me a grin of recognition of knowing exactly
what I was doing to Ferrum.  Flo, having gone through the buffet, stopped
to kiss Ferrum before sitting down next to her.

   I tried to eat between kisses and cockpops, and tried to shift my weight
to hint that I wanted her off me, but she didn't budge.  Doc and Mrs.  Doc
wandered in last as the clock read eight-twenty-four.  Seeing what we were
doing, with pleasant expression indicating harmless sarcasm, Doc shook his
finger at us, with a "tick, tick, tick, tick" clicking of his tongue at us
in mock disapproval.  Walking over to us, Doc asked us in friendly but
serious tone what we were doing.  Ferrum told Doc that I was fucking her
without moving.  Doc gave us both a silent look of mild disbelief, but it
was Ferrum, one of his employees and assistant teachers, that was saying
that, not me.  Doc asked me with all the nonchalantness of asking a maid if
she'd also mind doing a bit of laundry if I'd do what I was doing to Ferrum
to Mrs.  Chaim, Mrs.  Doc.  Surprised a bit, I replied "sure", Doc telling
the rest of the class to continue on with their breakfast.

   Ferrum and I pushed a couple of the old hospital beds together for make
a larger one, Mrs.  Doc joining us atop.  She was so too dry as I tried to
enter her as I crawled on top, it was a seventy-plus year-old pussy I was
trying to enter with no foreplay afterall.  Doc stopped us for a second,
lubricated me with KY, and I entered her, Doc needlessly urging me to do
what I had just been doing to Ferrum to Mrs.  Doc.  As I cradled the old
sagging bag of flesh and bones which was Dr./Mrs.  Helen Chaim in my arms
as I lay on top of her, my cock corkscrewing and shifting displacement and
backing and thrusting forward slightly without benefit of movement from the
rest of my body to which it was attached, that look of amazement and
wonder, that look which said to all who could see "oh, my God, what is
this?!?...what the hell is doing to me?...ahhhhh...nice..." projected from
her ever-widening eyes to mine and then to Doc's, she mouthing silent words
I couldn't lipread to her past-Golden-Anniversary'd husband.

   She nor Doc said quit, so I just relaxed and let my cock please me. 
Actually, for a seven-decades-plus lovetunnel, Mrs.  Doc was a pretty good
fuck.  Ferrum played and sucked one breast as Doc did the other.  Her
breathing got deeper and shallower, then she came, sucking air in hard, the
feel of her racing heart inside her chest being felt my mine as I pulled
her close to me, kissing those wrinkled puckers of oral lips.  I still
hadn't moved a quarter inch since my fuck of her began.

   Doc handed me a condom and a bottle of Probe, telling me he wanted to
feel what I was doing for himself.  Jesus, the things I get into.  I sighed
a sigh that half-non-verbally told him that I really wished I didn't have
to do it, but he ignored my semi-silent plea.

   Getting on all four before me, I entered Doc's butt with an easy ho-hum
whocares.  My semi-closed right hand found my open mouth as I yawned a very
public gesture of a yawn, telling the rest of the class who had now
gathered around to watch what was going on that I was only doing what Doc
had told me to do, that it wasn't anything I had wanted to or wished to do.
Concentrating on my base muscles at my scrotal wye between cock and balls,
I got my condomed cock to corkscrew Doc really good, like a wild boar hog
doing some timeless act of dominance over another boar hog.  Then I got it
to flex sideways more than before, showing Doc how much control over it I
really had, making ol' Doc, who I suspect has had more than a handful of
other cocks up his ass over the years, wince and grab the sheets in either
real or mock pleasure or pain.  Then I made it piston in-and-out some,
again Doc sucking air, as I remained motionless and bored behind him.  Just
doing what I had been told to do.  After that, he raised up and told me I
could finish in him or someone else.  I told him I'd rather finish with
someone else.  Doc told me to pick anyone I wanted.

   Calling Surawan up to our bed, Doc addressed her and the class.

   "Surawan, please fellate me until I orgasm..." Surry bending down to him
as he leaned back against the headboard.  I called Flo up to help me
finish. "...class, this is an important lesson...while this started
originally because I wanted to ascertain an apparently unique talent that
Eric has..."

   "Actually, Doc, I didn't know I had it, until a couple of days ago, when
Maddy showed me her similar talent, and I discovered I could respond in
kind..." I replied, Doc shooting a half-mean look of "shut up, dammit, I'm
talking!".

   "...as I was saying, while this started off as a clinical experiment,
I'm now highly libidnized, and while Mrs.  Chaim and I could make love, I
have all you wonderful students to pick from, to satisfy myself...my point
is this, as is in "The Manual Of Therapeutic Bodywork", and that I and your
instructors have tried to teach you this past week but which some of you
still don't quite grasp, as bodyworkers, you stay sexualized twenty-four
hours a day, and, as long as it's not contraindicated in a patient's
prescriptive treatment, having consensual sex with whomever as you like is
not only okay, it's actually proactively prophylactically indicated for
each of you, it's proactively indicated to help you maintain your own
emotional health and well-being..." he babbled on as Surawan continued her
suck of him.

   "...virtually everyone here enjoys being sexual with everyone else, and
it really pleased me that when I came in that Eric had broken the ice and
was sexualizing Ferrum for their fun of it as they ate breakfast, so
please, class, unless we're in a lesson together, you all have totally
sexualized each other anyway by now, feel free to be openly sexual at any
and all times...now, Eric, please finish with Flo, and let me finish with
Surawan, hurry, class needs to start."

   Mrs.  Doc began eating Surry's cunt from behind as she knelt between
Doc's legs as he lay back against the headboard.  I lay back against the
adjacent headboard, and Flo crawled atop me.  Soon, the rest of the class
had somehow joined the four of us on the beds pushed together, like some
sort of bizarro telephone booth-cramming mirror exercise.  I felt Nick
enter Flo's ass from the rear as my cock displace her vaginal space. 
Kissing her and playing with her breasts, Margot joined us, then Keiko too.
Gwen and Maddy joined Doc and Surawan and Mrs.  Doc.

   I heard Doc half-whisper something to Maddy, and she climbed on top of
him.  Fucking him without moving, that being his apparent order to her, Doc
got this look of total shock and surprise on his face, like he had never
been fucked before, or at least fucked that way before, his face showing me
what mine had probably looked like when Maddy had sprung that troop of
Chinese acrobats that lived inside her pussy on me the other day.  The Doc
stared up at the ceiling, tilting his head back, grabbed the sheets, and
without thinking, our little Jewish teacher belied his religion and yelled
loudly but not meaning to "Jesus Christ!", the rest of us just snickering
at first and then openly laughing, Doc realizing what he had said when
Maddy's non-moving clutching cunt had sucked a huge unintended orgasm out
of him.

   Our impromptu mini-orgy being over, we wandered over to our desks a few
feet in front of us, as Maddy walked over to me and hit me hard, not
playfully, in the arm, fussing at me, screeching at me that I had betrayed
her, betrayed her secret.  Doc and Mrs.  D.  quickly came over, grabbed
each of us by the arm, and walked us both quickly back to their apartment
at the end of the hall.  Maddy explained that before me, she had showed her
"talent" to only two other men, and she felt really betrayed that I had
blurted out that she had this cunttalent that was equal but better to the
cocktalent she had helped me discover the other day when she and I were
making love.  Doc and Mrs.  left the room for a moment, then came back in.

   "Maddy..." Doc began "...I know that Eric thinks the world of you, and I
know he didn't mean to betray any confidence of any kind with you, you
wouldn't do that, would you, Eric?..." I shaking my head "no", "...he just
let something slip in the weakness of the moment, but it's good that he
did...", Maddy shooting him a puzzled and slightly angry look.  "...Maddy,
you're in training to become a professional bodyworker, which means a
professional sex worker for all intents and purposes...this means you'll be
having sex on a daily basis with a wide variety of men and women..." "I
know what it means, Dr.  Chaim" Maddy hissed back.

   "...with such a specialized talent such as your vaginal muscles possess,
Maddy, I'm glad we found out about it...it means that you can achieve a
certain level of success, just like Eric can with his also unique penile
muscle control, neither of which I've run across to the extent that both of
have in all my years in therapeutic practice, by the way, yes, I've run
across similar talents but nothing to these extents, it's like comparing
apples and oranges from what you two have to what's been documented in the
scientific sexological literature, we'll talk more about this at a later
time..."

   "...Maddy, I want you to forgive Eric for letting your secret out, and I
want you to forgive me for ordering you to demonstrate it on me, but for
clinical reasons, I had to see for myself, just like I had to see what
Eric's penile control was like for myself..do you forgive Eric and usssss?"
Doc concluded.

   "I guess...I guess, so..." long pause "...yeah, I forgive you, Dr. 
Chaim, and I forgive Eric too, he is my friend..." she said smiling at me
"...and now that the cat's out of the bag, I know I'll have to use this as
a tool to help my patients, won't I?..." "...yes, Maddy, you will..." Mrs.
Doc interjected "...just like Eric will in his case, asshhhss wheellll". 
"We'll discuss this more, later...now, let's get back to class...we have a
long day ahead of us".

   Everyone stared at us as we walked back in, turning around in their
chairs as they sat waiting for Doc and us.  Doc took his usual place behind
the lectern, telling the rest of the class that there wasn't a problem,
that Maddy and I had some unique talents, and for those in the class who
hadn't enjoyed tasting the sweet fruits of our talents, to please approach
us at another time to do so.  Somehow, it felt like we were in Bodywork
Highschool, and Doc, The Principal, had named us Homecoming Queen & King.

   Jerry came in with our new ID's, passing them out, as Hollis followed
behind him with a sign-off sheet that we initialed to acknowledge receipt
of them.

   "Class..." Doc began "...these are your new ID's, one that identifies
you as being an employee of the practice where you work, the other as being
an Associate of PBI...guard these ID's with all due force, everything but
your life...if for any reason you lose one or both for any reason what at
all, you must immediately contact both your employer and the main number
for PBI, even before you call the police, in case of a robbery or theft for
example..."

   "...anyway, today is a field day, where we'll all go out and have some
fun and do some therapeutic healing and help some patients that need help
and learn some new things, too...our first stop will be at a retirement
home complex, where we'll work with some elderly patients...while bodywork
patients over the age of sixty-five were virtually unheard of just ten
years ago, with the aging of the middle part of the Baby Boomer generation,
geriatric patients are becoming more and more frequent requesters of
professional sex therapy services, and therefor, are becoming an
increasingly larger percentage of the patient demographic within some
practices...older patients offer unique circumstances and different
paradigms of treatment modalities than younger ones..."

   "You ain't old, Doc..." Nick cracked "...you fuck like a
twenty-year-old!", we all breaking down laughing at Nick's truly true
observation, even Doc and Mrs.  D.  snickering at what Nick had joked.

   "...in any case, aahhhehheemmm, becoming comfortable with and around
geriatric patients is essential for you all, since anywhere from five to
ten percent of your patients might be such within your practice
calendars..." "...in a similar vein, the second part of the day will be a
field trip to an assisted-living complex, where all of the residents suffer
from one kind of condition or injury that requires the assistance of staff
members to function on a daily basis, in other words, most of them are in
wheelchairs or similar and need the help of staff to live a happy and
productive life..."

   "...even five years ago, a paraplegic bodywork patient was virtually
unheard of in any practice, but with the gwwwwoooiwwing movements of
liberations and rights for all minority groups of awwwlll kinds, the
passage of the American With Disabilities Act for example a couple of years
back, just as women as a majority but culturally repressed population are
demanding not just recognition but the right to treatment for all kinds of
dysfunctions and conditions, not just those that society deems socially
acceptable for them to have, handicapped people like older people are
demanding their basic human rights to include treatment for all medical
conditions, both groups becoming militant in demanding recognition that
they are sexual beings, even when society tries to tell them they aren't or
shwwwouldn't be...sorry, didn't mean to get so wound up..." Doc paused to a
light smattering of sincere polite applause from us all

   "...anyway, please take your labcoats, ID's and name tags back to your
rooms to dress..." Doc picking up a labcoat from in front of Gwen to show
us "..., ladies, you can and I suggest you put on pantyhose and of course
shoes but no panties or bras please, gentlemen please put on some pants and
shoes too of course but no shirts, affix your PBI ID nametag 1" above the
left breast-pocket, and hang your PBI ID card on the outside of the
coat...and, don't forget of course not wear anything else under your coats,
do put a one of the liners in, it might be a bit cold of a waahhllk from
the van to the buildings, oh and wear your navy blue one, do remember to
put a dickey on so no one can admire your bare breasts or chest, and..."
pausing if he lost his train of thought for a second "...do douche and
enema before dressing, then we'll all met in the hotel bar in one
half-hour".

   Walking back to our rooms coats and stuff under our arms, we four
sexkateers, Gwen and Keiko and Maddy and I, Maddy caught up with us in the
hall, and gave me a one-arm hug and kiss on the cheek, apologizing to me, I
replying that things were cool, that her apology wasn't necessary.  Margot
The Bold asked what kind of "special talent" Maddy had to Maddy's face,
Maddy grabbing her hand, shoving it up her cunt right in the middle of the
hall, and evidently showing Margot what kind of muscle control she
possessed, Margot smiling with a "I'll be damned!...you're sweet, Maddy!",
taking her hand from her Maddy's cunt, leaning to kiss her as a thank-you
on the lips.

   Back in our rooms, we rushed to take turns sharing the one commode to do
our enemas and the chicks their douches.  Dressing in our labcoats with
nothing underneath, getting ready to go out in public for the first time
like that, felt innocently wicked, like we were going to meet a lover for a
secret romantic rendezvous.

   We were the last to arrive in the bar, save Doc and Mrs.  Fairly Decent
Fuck If A Senior Citizen.  A couple of bored-looking businessmen at the bar
killing time on a weekday glanced up and then momentarily stared at this
attractive gaggle of blue-labcoat-clad bodywork geese, as we sat down at
one of the larger round table back in the back corner.  Doc and Mrs.  Doc
finally came in along with the Instructor Corps, the hotel shuttle bus
pulling up out from as they did, it being visible across the lobby and
through the large bay windowed front of the Roslyn Harbour Hotel.  The
illuminated Miller Lite bar clock's hands read nine-thirty-one.

   Driving for a good thirty or more minutes on some backroad that
paralleled Long Island Sound, heading east I think, we wound up at some
isolated, small-ish marina.  Doc ordering us off the shuttle bus, we all
shot him looks of curiosity if not concern, eight very "what the living or
dying Sam Total Fucking Hell is going to happen next to us" identical
facial expressions being laser'd his way, but by now we should have come to
expect the unexpected from him, he explaining he and Mrs.  Chaim had a
little surprise for us.  A guy in a sea captain's uniform walked over to
our group, and told us to follow him.

   We boarded a small boat, I think it was around a thirty-two footer or
so, that had a small but adequate cabin, and four deep-sea-style
fish-fighting chairs, obviously was a small deepsea party boat that ran
charters in the summer.  "Miss Spent" quietly but quickly chugged up Long
Island Sound at around fifteen or twenty miles per hour, flattening out
some light chop on a perfectly calm and crisp February Thursday morning,
the temp and windchill too cold to be out for more than minute, we all
huddling inside the doghouse cabin with large windows designed to let the
passengers easily see out.

   Within a short while of minutes, the Statue Of Liberty came into view,
and much to our surprise, we kept heading towards it.  The ferry to it that
Doc told us ran regular loads of tourists out from the station at Staten
Island was off to one side and behind us.  Slowing down, the captain eased
our fine ship well-season around away from the big ferry dock, to a smaller
dock a few hundreds yards away.  As he eased her in with practiced grace,
cutting the engines completely off while a hundred or so feet away from the
dock and letting momentum carry us in, a couple of mates using poles to
finish easing us in to the boatslip, they secured us via ropes to some dock
pilings, and we all piled out across the home-made horizontal deck ladder
which spanned the two feet between boat and dock, the Statue of Miss
Liberty herself dominating the skyline before us, towering over us as if we
were insignificant ants.

   "We've only got half an hour or so, class..." Doc began to explain
"...but Mrs.  Chaim and I wanted to let you play tourist if just for a
moment, so you could say you've really been to New York...these nice Park
Rangers...." Doc continued, pointing to three khaki-tan-colored-unformed
with Smokey The Bear hats on, standing beside three golf carts "...will
shuttle you up there, let you spend a few minutes, then bring you right
back".

   The Japanese and German and handful of American tourists which milled
around the base of the Statue taking pictures, flat-out stared at us as we
pulled up in our old and beaten-up but functional golf carts, like some
sort of group of VIP's on an off on official junket, except that a group of
VIP's don't normally show up somewhere wearing matching full-length navy
blue labcoats with gold name tags.  Thank God I had decided to put thick
pants and wool socks on.  The wind off the water whipped us coldly chilled
as we milled around, mostly looking up Miss Liberty.  Libby was the only
one of the staff to have rode up with us, and took some photos of us in
different groups together and by ourselves with a nice 35mm camera, a
Nikon. I got her to take one of us four, G.  and J.  and Mg.  and I, we
four Sisters Of Bodywork, together.  A Japanese couple half-verbally asked
half-motioned-asked me to take their photo, I laying flat on the ground and
pointing the camera up to try to get as much of the Statue in the
background as possible.  Then, Libby went around to gather us back
together, and back to golf carts and then to "Miss Spent" we went.

   Instead of heading back in the direction we came, the captain steered
his ship and us more towards the skyline of Manhattan.  None of had no clue
as to where were going, let alone where we were.  Doc seemed happy, but was
silent.  Arriving at what appeared to be a private dock up somewhere on
what looked like to above East Manhattan, I really couldn't tell, I and we
all saw the hotel shuttle van waiting for us at the dock.  Parking our
boat, we scurried off her and to the waiting van.  Within just five minutes
or so, we pulled up to the curb in front of a giant condo building.

   Leading us off the van and to the doorman-guarded door, Doc showed him
the ID which hung from his neck at the bottom of multi-colored thin cloth
neckstrap, as we all did in turn mimicking him, and then ran our ID's over
a wall-mounted laser scanner of some sort, the kind like you see in a
grocery store except this one was mounted inside the vestibule off the
front door, doing so opening loudly an electrically-locked inner door,
which opened to a lavishly furnished lobby, where a couple of older
gentlemen sat on expensive-looking couches reading newspapers.

   Moving us to one corner, Doc told us that Libby and he would work with
Margot and myself, that Ferrum would work with Flo and Maddy, that Courtney
and Hollis would work with Gwen and Keiko, and that Jerry and Mrs.  Doc
would work with Surawan and Nick.

   Passing our ID's over another scanner between two elevator doors, the
sound of motors racing above soon had both elevator cars awaiting agape for
us.  Doc and Lib and Margot and I and Court and Hollis and Gwen and Keiko
piled into one car, everyone else into the other, as Doc pushed the button
for the third floor.

   As the door opened, three or four uniformed employees, two in hospital
white the others in light blue, scurried down the hall, one pushing a
medication tray, the other a food cart, the other two somethings elses in
their arms.

   I noticed that beside each door was a metal-pocket-type-thingy, the kind
you see outside or on patient room doors in some hospitals, most with
clipboards or loose papers or such inside them.  Leading us to room 317,
Doc fished a bodywork prescriptive sheet from the metal paperspocket, and
began explaining things to us.  "Now, Margot and Eric, our patient's name
is Carla Viscotti, age sixty-three, widowed for six years, retired since
age fifty-five, former businesswoman...since this is outside of a clinical
setting, you won't do a formal bonding to her, but you will creatively do
an informal one before proceeding, go with your instinct...her problem is a
lack of orgasmic function, combined with mild vaginismus that expresses
itself sometimes, and a mild lack of libido...Libby and I will observe
mainly, but may also choose to assist at our option...we'll leave it up to
you two to do with Mrs.  Viscotti the are-exxx that you think is best...we
have one hour with her."

   Doc rapping on the door, a very lovely and
not-sixty-three-looking-at-all but with fine coiffured grey hair wearing a
nicely tailored one piece dress soon opened it, and invited us in, as a
hospital white-dressed aide scooted out simultaneously, pushing a wheeled
tray-cart with her.  I had expected, this being New York City and all, for
her to have a tiny apartment, but her apartment was huge, lavish,
expensively furnished.  She lead us in and had Margot and I sit down on an
antique Louis XIV couch, Doc and Libby making their own way to matching
chairs nearby.  Another facility employee came out with a tray of tea and
cookies, placing it on a large and slightly un-matching coffee table in
front of us, excusing herself scooting out the front door down the
entranceway, as Mrs.  Viscotti poured the hot water from the kettle into
our teacups which hosted bags of Earl Grey from the box on the tray to one
side, offering us cream and sugar as she poured herself a cup as well,
before sitting down in plumpishly upholstered matching near-throne-size
chair across the coffee table from us.

   She didn't wince words or waste time.  "Dr.  Chaim tells me that you two
are students in his class this week, is that correct?..." she politely
asked, Margot and mumbling "yes"'s "...I don't mean to be so forward,
Margot and...and Eric, is that correct?...but we all know why you're here,
so, shall we proceed?"

   Taking a moment of silence to finish her tea and perhaps gather herself
a bit, we also politely finishing ours, we waited until she rose from her
chair, then followed her into her master bedroom, Doc and Lib trailing
behind us by several feet.  Standing next to the bed, Mrs.  Viscotti began
undressing immediately, but I went up to her, put my hands on her arms, and
told her to sit down on the bed for a moment with us, motioning Margot to
join us.

   "Dr.  Chaim tells me that you're inorgasmic, and have mild vaginismus at
times, and a basic lack of libido...is that correct, Mrs.  Viscotti?"
"Yes...that is correct...and please, do call me Carla, both of you..." "Do
you have a regular sex partner at present time?" I continued.  "No...well,
yes...and no...I'm currently enrolled in a group session class of Dr. 
Chaim's for inorgasmic older women, and I and another woman, a neighbor
down the hall, do get together for practice sessions sometimes, usually
once or twice a week, but no, I don't have a romantic partner or am seeing
anyone to date regularly, no..." her voice trailing off with sadness.  "Are
you heterosexual, bisexual, or lesbian in nature, basically?" I urged,
taking control of the situation back.

   "Well, I was married for over forty years, so I'd say I'm basically
man-oriented, though I have to admit that Dr.  Chaim's inorgasmic class
workshops have made me more accepting and open to enjoying pleasurable
activities with other women..." "So, would you rather have a therapy
session, with me alone, with Margot alone, or with the both of us?..." "Oh,
the both of you will be fine, though I'd rather have you help me somewhat
more than Margot, if that's okay with you, Dear..." she patting Margot's
hand as Margot nodded her head in agreement.  "Stand up, please...and let
us undress you."

   As we stood up, Margot and I dropped our labcoats, I wriggling out of my
pants and shoes as Margot did the same with her pantyhose and pumps. 
Margot moved to her back to unbutton the row of buttons atop her spine. 
Her dress fell to the floor, she kicking off her Feragamo slip-ons.  Margot
kissed her right earlobe as she unfastened Carla's bra, Mrs.  Viscotti's
somewhat saggy and wrinkled but still relatively shapely breasts falling to
her chest.  Margot grabbed the elastic of her panties, pulling them down to
her ankles.  I lightly massaged her face as I looked deeply into her eyes
as she stood just two or three inches away from me, she reaching to kiss my
hand as it passed near her lips, my hands stroking her hair and neck,
before pulling her into me for a hug, massaging her back as I did.  Doc
said use of the standard bonding ritual wasn't needed in this case, but
what I was doing just felt right.

   Pulling back, Margot reached around for her breasts from behind, as I
bent to suck on her nipples as Margot held them upright to my mouth, Mrs.
Viscotti sighing with happiness.  Laying her down on the bed, I scooted
beside her, and drew her to me, kissing her deeply, Margot behind her as we
three lay together.  Doc and Lib were in the background, sitting in chairs
against a far wall, observing.  Traffic noise from New York's busy streets
filtered up and into the room, background music to bodywork by.

   Creatively, I leaned down to suck on her navel.  Don't ask me why.  From
what I could gather from "The Manual", vaginismus is often caused by past
sexual trauma or clumsiness on a man partner's part, and inorgasmia can
sometimes be caused by too much focus on a patient's genitalia, though a
bodywork therapist must use genital stimulation for eventual orgasmic
function.  I whispered to Margot, and she scooted down to suck on Mrs. 
Viscotti's toes and feet.  Between me sucking her navel and Margot her
toes, I could feel her relax, her whole body beginning to relax underneath
me.  I leaned back up, stroked her face some more easily with the back of
my hand, and motioned to Margot to scoot back up, too.

   Margot and I sandwiched her with a maximum-skin-contact exercise.  She
relaxed even more.  I knew the time clock was running.  Doc hadn't told us
to bring our gearbags, so we didn't have speculums and supplies and such. I
just hoped, as is Doc's and standard procedure, that she was thoroughly
screened for STD's and such...stupid, stupid thought, of course she was, or
we wouldn't be here, but I would have, should have brought condoms and
lubricant at least.  "Do you have any condoms and lubricant?" I asked Carla
through my light professional kiss of her.  "In the nighstand drawer" she
replied.

   Margot moved between her legs to give her some as I rolled over to the
nightstand and finally found some underneath the telephone directories. 
Fingers inside, I found and manipulated her G-spot, her pussy somewhat
wrinkled from old age responding to my working of her gee-whiz-spot, a
small squirt squirting onto the bedsheet.  Moving back up to kiss her,
Margot joined our kiss, as my fingers continued their fiddling of her
G-spot and did a general frig.  I saw Doc wave his hand, point to an
imaginary spot on his left wrist, silently telling me "time".

   Crawling on top of her, Margot rolled a condom on me before entering, as
I slipped easily inside in her too-wet pussy.  Trying something I hadn't
tried before, having just discovered my "talent" a couple of days before, I
used my scrotal muscles to get my cock to do its acrobatic motions inside
Mrs.  Viscotti while slowly fucking her.  I could tell she had never felt
anything quit like before, because she started gulping air so hard, that I
quit the corkscrew motions, except once every few pumps, and went back to
more of a straight screw.

   Another five minutes or so, as Margot flitted between giving her head
while I fucked her and ministering to her breasts with her mouth etc., and
Mrs.  Viscotti, Carla, went to someplace special as she had her nice, big
come.  Doc touching us politely with a "time's up, sorry, Carla, see you
next time".



   The Body Worker by PlanetDweller

   Chapter 13: Thursday, Day 6, Pt.2; Field Trip; The Retirement Home, and
the Assisted-Living Center

   Margot and I scurried to put our half-clothes and labcoats back on, as
Doc and Libby gently fussed at us to hurry up, that we didn't have all day.
Walking down the hall to a door seven doors down and across the way, Doc
pulled the next prescriptive bodywork Rx from the open pocketbox next to
apartment number 324.

   "Okay, Eric, Margot, we have a married couple that are your next
patients...during therapy, you will refer to them only as Mr.  Brown and/or
Mrs.  Brown, not their middle or fist names, which are Al and Judy, they're
very peculiar about that...anyway, Margot, Mr.  Brown has close to total
erectile dysfunction, and when he does manage an erection he often PE's,
and Mrs.  Brown, Eric, suffers from neat-total reflexive vaginismus...the
object of your treatment regimens, which you will ascertain and create on
the fly with no help from either of us, is coax some sort of, any sort of
median-based sexual response from them."

   Doc knocking, the door was opened by an shabbily-dressed old grump of an
old fart sporting a five-day-growth of greyed beardstubble and wearing old
workclothes that made him look like the building's janitor.  Leading us
into his apartment which looked like it had been decorated by the art
department of Architectural Digest magazine, Barzene draperies, Frank Lloyd
Wright-designed furniture, Baccarat crystal chandeliers in each room, Mrs.
Brown sat on a Bauhaus-inspired couch in a ratty dress two sizes too small
with a 50's beehive hairdo atop her small head chainsmoking one unfiltered
Camel cigarette behind the other, using the dying butt of one to light the
next one.  If this was Doc's idea of a sick joke, it wasn't funny, and if
this was his idea of a "drunk test" for Margot and myself, he needed to
re-examine his own notions of sobriety.

   As Margot and I sat down on the couch on either side of and tried to
engage Mrs.  Brown in conversation, the only sounds coming from her either
side of her stinking Camel cigarettes being gutteral, almost animal-like
"uh"'s and "oh"'s and "oh, yeah"'s and "that's nice"'s, Mr.  Brown shuffled
his feet in slow-mo like he was walking his last mile on Death's Row into
and back out of the kitchen, bring a six pack of Spaaten imported bottled
German beers back with him, literally throwing one each to Doc and Libby
who sat in Erwin-designed chairs modern' across from us, handing us one
apiece as well, opening his literally I swear with his dentured teeth,
muttering something about "so, you're Margot, and you're Eric, good, let's
go see if you can get a rise out of either one of us, hehehehehe...".

   That Doc can have such an off-the-wall sense of sick humor at times, I
swear.

   Though Margot and I tried our damndest to engage in some sort of human
as opposed to grunting animal conversation with our patients, we just gave
up.  Mr.  Brown literally ripped the labcoat and all from Margot's body as
we four sat around their giant four-poster Shaker-style bed, as Mrs.  Brown
put my hands on her breasts with "feel me up, Big Boy!!!" command.  Sick
fucking Doc, sick fucking Doc, he was going to get it for this one.

   Margot tried to initiate one last time some sort of intelligent
discourse with Mr.  Brown before trying to wing a style of bonding ritual,
but he wouldn't have any of it, literally shoving Margot to her knees as he
plopped his now-naked ass down in a McClean-inspired loveseat, pulling her
head to his cock.  At least she wasn't by herself in a situation that could
get out of hand, Doc and Lib and me being with her.  In the meantime, Mrs.
Brown had slithered out of her dress, revealing pendulous breasts the
wrinkles on which looked like miniature canyons on the dim roomlight, and
was pulling my labcoats and pants off me, snickering "I ain't had a decent
come in twenty years, Big Boy, ever since old Al here quit being able to
shove it in me, but I know ya' here to try, so let's try!".  Sick fucking
Doc, he really was going to get it now.

   What had Doc reiterated and reiterated and reiterated to us all week
long?  That as the professionals in any therapy situation, it was our job
always to maintain control, to always be in control, for the benefit of our
patients?  By God then, enough of this shit.  I pushed Mrs.  Brown away
from me as she tried to pull me on the bed, and walked over to Mr.  Brown,
who had Margot by the hair, forcing her to suck his cock.

   Literally slapping his hand away from her head, with enough force to
leave a couple of reddish finger marks on the back of his hand but not hard
enough to really hurt his old fragile bones, only his fragile ego, I
scolded with raised but not angry or yelling tone:

   "Mr.  Brown, Margot and I are professionals who've come here to try to
help you and Mrs.  Brown...I said professionals, dammit...Margot is not
some whore you think you can bend or force to your will, and I am not some
stud-boy-toy for Mrs.  Brown to control or manipulate, either...now, Mr. 
and Mrs.  Brown..." I demanded as I took control of the situation "...we
can do this our way, the right way, the proper way to help you, or we'll
leave, right now, and I know Dr.  Chaim will back up any decision I make",
Doc nodding his head "yes" as he and Libby stood off to one side.

   I had the Browns lay naked next to each other, facing each other, on the
bed, Margot behind him and me behind her.  Holding her hands in mine, I put
her hands all over his body, as Margot did the same with his on hers.  I
told them to kiss, kiss deeply.  They did.  I felt Mrs.  Brown begin to
relax next to me, my chest to her back, and I saw Mr.  Brown's facial
expression change from a half-hateful scowl to something more pleasant,
almost human.

   I pulled her arms over him, as Margot pushed his arms over her.  I just
told them to lay there for a moment, hold each other, and say whatever came
to mind.  Mrs.  Brown said in sincere tone "Alexander Brown, even though I
haven't said it in years, I love you".  He gave her a look like Cupid's
Arrow had been shot into his heart or his ass for the first time in who
knows how long.

   "I love you, too, Sweet Cheeks, I...love you, too".  Their interior
walls against each other started falling down inside their psyches with an
almost-audible thunderous tumble.  Kissing, they hugged and pulled each
other closer.  Margot and I both relaxed our grips on them, pulling back
from them to give them their moment.  Mrs.  Brown started crying, and Mr.
Brown tried to shush her, with a "...company's here, Dear, don't cry".

   Margot and I sitting up on the bed next to them but not touching either
one, we both noticed an erection rising from Mr.  Brown.  Grasping her hand
in his, he rolled on top of her and pushed his hard insider her, for the
first time, according to Doc, in almost twenty years.  We leaned into them
as friends and therapists, Margot kissing him and her on the cheek, I
kissing her but not him on the cheek, as he slow-fucked his long-suffering
wife, his wife.  Doc and Libby, who now were just three or four feet away
from the foot of the bed, literally broke out in sincere not sarcastic
applause for what we had just helped initiate.  As we got dressed, Doc
one-arm hugged each one of us with a "well done, very well-done".  Looking
at his watch as I slipped on my loafers noticing the time too, he announced
that it was almost one, time for lunch, the Browns thanking him and Lib and
Margot and me for helping them, as their marital love-making continued. 
Walking down the hall, Doc told me slash us that what he had just witnessed
was one of the most inspired acts of bodywork or marital therapeutic
intervention he had ever heard about, and asked me what caused me to do
what I had just done, I honestly replying I had zero clue, that it just
seemed like the right thing to do at the moment, I really didn't know where
the plan of action came from, Doc shaking his head in polite disbelief.

   We took the elevator down to the second floor, walking down the hall to
where another blue-hospital-suited uniformed retirement home employee in
front of the slightly beaten-up metal door was checking the ID's of the
geriatric tenants as they filtered in and out of the dining room.  I had
expected to be fed retirement home-type slop in a drab, depressing
nondescript dining area, but boy oh boy, was I surprised.  Inside the New
York-condo metal door was what looked to be a fancy, almost four star
restaurant.  A male staffer in black dress pants and white dress shirt and
black bowtie lead us four to a large and spacious booth that shared a
window to a mostly residential avenue below us.  A female staffperson
acting as waitress brought us the lunchmenu blackboard on an easel for us
to ponder, and five minutes later came back to take our orders.

   We all ordered the same, the day's lunch special of steak sandwhich on
French and split pea soup with house salad and egg custard for dessert.  I
asked for sweet ice tea instead of a softdrink, and the waitress shot me a
look like I had ordered a glass of fresh wallaby blood, Doc telling her
that a regular Coke for me would be fine.  Doc reached across the booth's
table and took Margot's hand in his, as Lib did the same with mine.  Doc
spoke again about the wonderful job I had done with the Browns, mentioning
that he had run six teams of trained bodyworkers and eight or nine teams of
trainees such as we were at them, all for zero net results, and in one
session, I had accomplished not even what his knowledge and experience and
direction to his teams had done.  I think he was sincerely impressed with
my off-the-cuff inspired treatment are-exxx.

   We broke our hand-holdings as the food came.  Doc bent his arm down to
show his watch to us, telling us it was close to 2PM, that we had one more
workshop to do before we left, and then we'd go over to our next stop, that
we were already running late for that, asking Lib to go make a quick phone
call to the rehab center and tell them we'd be an hour or so late.  Lib
took her last bites and then walked over to the antique wooden phone booth
next to the cashier area to make her call.  We finished ours quickly, Doc
paying with a smile but nothing more flashing his ID at the clerk then
fetching Libby as we made our way out.

   Making our way up to the eighth and top floor, we walked into a room
labeled "Conference" to find our class and staffmates waiting for us, along
with eight or nine elderly ladies who were all wearing nice, expensive but
slightly worn full-length housecoats.  A row of slightly smoke-tinted
windows across the length of room matched yet contrasted with tinted grey
hair of most of the patients as a shortened skyline of nearby buildings
rollercoastered just off in the distance, our clients milling around
sipping soft drinks that had been set out on a small rollaway table to one
side of the room, waiting patiently for Doc to call the therapy session to
order.  A pile of vinyl-covered fuckmats of different primary colors
similar to what we had in our classroom at the Roslyn Harbour Hotel with a
couple of baskets full of condoms and vibrators and lubricants to one side
of them dominated the focus of the room.

   "Class...class!..." Doc bellowed us to his attention "...we've running
late and won't be able to spend the entire hour with our clients here, only
half an hour or so, but I wanted to let you have a taste of what a group
bodywork session is like, since a portion of your professional practice
will be spent in similar group therapy situations...we were to do a group
of erectile dysfunctional male clients as well, but we're short on time, so
ladies, patients, clients, please choose your therapist
traineee...students, all these patients suffer from full or partial
inorgasmia, don't bother will a full bonding ritual, just work with them as
you feel best and as they would like you to...now, please, let us begin."

   There were six caucasian, one black, one Asian, and one mixed-race
elderly women, the youngest looking probably in her late sixties, the
oldest being maybe in her early eighties.  Dropping their housecoats in one
corner as we similarly shed our polite fauxskin coverings, they quickly
milled to us as a group, herding us in a small group in the middle, as a
pod of dolphins herd mackerel in a tighter and tighter circle before dining
on them.  Three or four smiled at me as they circled and milled among us,
making eye contact for a split second, saying "hi", I being polite saying
"hi" back, before a tall, thin patient, probably in her early seventies,
with a Vogue-style sweptback modern haircut, her smallish what looked to be
34A breasts not saggy because there wasn't much to sag, her face showing
more wrinkles per square inch than the rest of her body, walked up to me,
touched me on the shoulder, with a "hi, I'm Portencia...", I replying with
a smile and a "hi, I'm Eric".

   We sat on the mat together, cross-legged, facing each other.  "Eric, I
have a pulled vaginal muscle that won't heal easily because of my age...it
causes involuntary vaginismal reponses...do you have a problem in trying to
help me achieve orgasm through non-intercourse means?..." she sweetly asked
me as she held my hands between our laps.  "No, not at all,
Portencia...tell me, what would you like for me to do with, for, you?" "May
I sit in your lap, have you enter my anus just an inch or so, and have you
rub my clitoris while you barely penetrate me anally?" "Sure, certainly,
that sounds like a winner, Portencia".

   I stood up and she sucked me for a moment to finish rising my rising
hard.  I walked the five steps over to a basket, getting a couple of
condoms and a half-pressed tube of KY from it.  Portencia sucked me for
another moment, then I rolled the condom down my shaft, and sat back down
in front of her, dobbing a dob of KY on the head of my latexed cock, Porty
then sliding on top of my lap.  Slightly bending my prick with my right
hand, I wedged the first inch or so inside her anus, and she sighed a happy
sigh.  Holding onto my shoulders with her hands, she leaned back some so I
could more easily reach her clit.  Rocking, my member worked every so
slightly in and out of her butt, as my slickened fingers firmly rubbed her
clit.  She was enjoying it, hell so was I, but I could tell she was having
pinges of in-and-out pelvic pain that were preventing her from orgasming.
She rocked in her cockrocker for ten or so minutes, then complained that
her old creaking hip joints were beginning to hurt.  Remembering the edict
of Doc from earlier that morning, I told her we were running out of time,
but she was a great patient and partner, and asked her if I could have my
orgasm inside her anally, she nodding yes.

   Sliding more forward into my lap, my member straightened out from its
slightly bent contortion and went deep inside her anus, she leaning her
head back until I was sure she could see that glass wall behind her.  If
this was going to a typical therapeutic therapy session with real live
patients, this job was definitely going to be fun.  I played with her
breasts, rubbing and gently pinching her nipples, as she rode me deeply.  I
didn't hold back, I didn't need to.  I made my cock do its twitch-and-move
thing, a look of total surprise coming over her face.

   "Can you do what you're doing in my anus right now inside my vagina?"
she asked clinically but with some passion.  "What about your spasmodic
vaginismus?" I replied with concern.  "Let me worry about that, Eric, just
do what you're doing right now in my cunt", the word "cunt" coming from her
mouth being a little surprising to me.

   We broke momentarily as I scooted over and put on a fresh condom,
soaking it in KY expecting a keyhole effect from her vaginismus, then
climbed on top of her as she lay flat, looking up at the ceiling and me. 
My cock entered her without any trouble.  I felt the spasming of her
vaginal muscle pull, saw the pain, so I stopped my pushing, and just let my
cock do its motion magic without body motion.  She looked at me like I was
from outer space, but I didn't mind, because I could tell she was really
enjoying it, total shock aside.  Her vaginismal spasms decreased to
nothing, her heart rate and respiration and body perspiration increased, as
I felt her orgasmic plateau rise and fall beneath me.  She smiled at me. 
Kissing her, I smiled back.  She thanked me.  I told her she was welcome.
Doc, always the cognizant taskmaster, called time on all of us.

   The hotel shuttle bus was waiting for us as we walked out into a cloudy
February New York afternoon, feeling like snow was coming.  The van went
down and around and over to Roosevelt Parkway, then switched back to the
Triborough Bridge, and we were in, I think, Queens, actually a part of it
called Astoria.  Pulling up to an low-slung complex of du-and-triplexes
connected by a low wall of brick and iron fencing, Doc lead the way to the
guardshack at the front of the complex, located in what appeared to be an
older and dingier part of town, the uniformed doorman letting us through.
In the middle of a common garden and yard area which centered the complex
of apartment buildings, Doc went into his next spiel.

   "Okay, class, this is the assisted living complex where some of my, our,
paraplegic and other handicapped clients live...each one, in each apartment
you'll find one or more full-time, live-in aids, who assist their clients
in going about trying to have a more or less normal life...it's almost
three now, so we'll have to cut one of the three planned client sessions
out, since we have more to do back at the Roslyn..." collectively loud
groan coming from us "...now class...so Staff, the first two planned
sessions only, okay?...and the van will circle the block every five or ten
minutes, since there's almost no where to park around here...please limit
your sessions to no more than one hour, and come out and catch the van when
through, even if you have to ride around some waiting for your classmates."

   Doc handed the assignment sheets from Mrs.  Doc's purse to our assistant
teachers, everyone scattering off in the previously arranged groups to this
group of client-patients.

   Doc had chosen for Margot and myself a paraplegic female client, a young
lady who just last year was in a terrible car accident and had broken her
spine in three places, leaving her, according to the prescriptive sheet,
fully sensate all over her body, but unable to move her lower limbs and
having limited movement but minor strength in her arms, to where she could
feed herself most but not all times, and work an ergonomically designed
keyboard on her computer.

   Doc knocking, her full-time aide let us in, and she greeted us, Margot
and me, with a string of obscenities that would have made a mule skinner
blush.  Another one of Doc's "drunk tests", obviously.  I sat down in front
of her on her couch, motioning Margot to sit beside me, she in her
wheelchair in front and to the side of us, working on a computer program of
some sort, her fingers but not her hands or arms moving.  She continued her
verbal abuse of us.  I looked towards Doc, but he was in her kitchenette
area and was staring out the window, Libby beside him doing the same,
ignoring us, ignoring our non-verbal pleas for help with this crazy bitch,
this crazy bitch which for some equally crazy reason he had accepted as a
client.

   When she compared Margot's face to the beauty found in a pile of rotting
bloody Kotex's baking in the African sun, I just burst out laughing, I
couldn't help it.  I didn't mean to laugh at Margot, it wasn't meant that
way, but what she said was funny to me, if it was at Margot's expense. 
Margot then laughed with my laughter at Kris, this crazy bitch literally on
wheels.  When Kris lit into me as being so much of a pervert that I'd fuck
a syphyllictic zebra in the middle of Central Park if Doc told me to or I
wouldn't be in his class, Margot and I both just cracked up, laughing so
loudly that Doc and Lib turned to look our way.  That made Kris irritated
for a moment that we were laughing at her unintentional jokes, a female
crippled Don Rickles if there ever was one, we giggling "more, more!". 
Then she lit into Doc, asking if we both had lots of practice this week
blowing into that shunt just above his asshole which went to the balloon
prosthesis in his penile cavity which gave him his staying power, Doc
sneering back at her with a serious "hey!"

   This free comedy club routine went on for another five minutes or so,
Kris cracking New York-native wise with her thick accent on any and
everything related to Doc and bodywork therapy and our school and on and
on. She even started to get tickled with herself, and then realizing she
was laughing at her own jokes, quit, saying that if we wanted to hear any
more, the cover charge was now ten bucks.  We got up off the couch and went
over to her as she sat in front of her computer terminal, both giving her a
big, friendly hug, she trying to but was unable to move her arms up enough
to return it, we both kissing her on respective face cheeks.  "You guys are
alright..." she whispered to us low enough where Doc couldn't hear from
across the room "...you're the first students to survive my verbal blasts
without walking out..." "We almost did..." I replied.  "I know, but you
didn't, and that's what was important...don't be mistaken....in reality,
guys, I am actually a hateful, crippled, embittered young-old harpie bitch
if there ever was one..."

   "What's your sexual problem or dysfunction?" I asked Kris sincerely as
we continued our group hug of her.  "Oh, I don't really have one, except
I'm too much of a bitch to have a boyfriend, that and this chair drives men
away from me like I had leprosy or something...that, and the fact I'm
pre-orgasmic, never had an orgasm in my life, even before this chair caught
up with me...I was in sometimes bodywork therapy at Doc's practice for a
few weeks before the accident, and he's done his best to try to help me
since, even though my insurance doesn't cover the cost of treatment any
longer..." "Would you like us to try, Kris?...we will if you'd like..."
"...sure, why not, you..." "I'm Eric, and this is Margot..." "sure, Eric,
Margot, nothing to lose except more hope, right?

   Margot rolled Kris into her smallish bedroom.  Her top had easy-to-open
velcro enclosures along the back, as her shorts also had a heavy-duty
zipper down the side, obviously designed for third-parties to help dress
and undress her easier.  I lifted her from her chair and onto the bed.  A
tampon string hung from her pussy as Margot pulled her panties off.  "I
know you guys don't mind periods with clients" she explained unnecessarily
to us.  We shed our clothes to the floor.  Laying on either side of her, we
both just gently felt her up, massaging her all over her as she lay flat
between us.  "Condoms, lubricant?" I asked.  "Geee-nnnaaa!!!" she yelled
"sex stuff, now!", her aide scootily bring a plastic grocery bag to us from
another room, Doc and Lib moving aside as they stood in the doorway
watching us.

   Trying to maximize body contact to relax her, we both kissed her, and I
could tell she was doing her best to respond.  I propped her head up on a
couple of pillows so she could see better as Margot and I rolled around to
meet at her crotch, pulling her legs apart, making enough room for both our
faces there.  We both licked and licked her pussy and inner thighs, and I
could tell that why she was feeling some sensation, she wasn't even
reaching the first stage of a potential orgasmic plateau.  We tried sucking
on her breasts while simultaneously playing with her pussy and anus, but
again, nothing.  Doc called time on us, and we scooted up to kiss her
good-bye.  "You guys were sweet for trying...thanks, anyway, you're both
dolls" she cooed as we left her for her aide to take care of her and finish
re-dressing her, following in Doc's wake.

   Outside in the cold of Mother Nature's winter farts, in a semi-sheltered
area behind a brick windbreak off a common garden path, Doc stopped to talk
with us some, motioning to sit on a park-type bench beside he and Libby.

   "This next case is a special case...and by the way, great job, Margot
and Eric, great job with Kris...most student teams never get past her
verbal obscenity wall, great job, even if you didn't break her inorgasmia
wall down, no one bats a thousand in this job, or we'd all be out of a
job..." "...this case is a special one, though it won't be the most unusual
case you'll ever see in your practice, far from it, but it is unusual for
you at this moment in your less-than-week-old bodyworking careers..."

   "...the situation is this, Margot, Eric...your next clients are a
brother and sister...Edward is age fifteen, and Susan is age
fourteen...both were born with a non-contagious but 100% fatal degenerative
muscle condition, what it is isn't important, just know that it's genetic
and you can't catch it...they don't show any obvious signs of the
condition, other than constant extreme fatigue and pain...their minds are
sharp, and they know everything about their current pathologies and
prognoses, including the facts that they both only have weeks, probably
less than month, to live...their parents came to us because they were both
very suicidal not just about their terminal illnesses, but because they
felt they were being cheated out of living something close to a normal
life, including having something close to a normal sex life, which most of
their classmates in public school, which they attended until just a few
months ago by the way, had..."

   "...don't mistake their r-x for "pity sex" or anything close to it,
please..." Doc continued "...it's been determined by a whole team of
psychiatrists and general medical doctors that a bodywork team treatment of
their virginity as medical pathological condition is not only appropriate
but accurate and yes, humane, in these cases...and, their parents not only
approve of what you're about to do, sshwwwoulldd you choose to accept this
assignment, and I'm gifffing you both the option as a team not to accept
without penalty if you don't think you can handdweelll it..." Doc's accent
getting thicker again as his inner tension rose "...I can always send Libby
and Jerry here next week to handuhhhll things, if you don't wffwant
to....it'll be a learning experience for you of course, but I am not going
to pressure you in to it...you decide, together."



   The Body Worker by PlanetDweller

   Thursday, Day 6, Pt.3, Field Trip: The Assisted-Living Center, or,
Sometimes The End Is Only The Beginning

   There really wasn't a whole lot to decide.  I looked deep into my
Margot's eyes, silently.  She reflected our mutual unspoken concerns back
at me.  We talked about things without moving our lips.  "Sure, Doc, we'll
do it..." I replied as I turned my head to make direct eye contact with him
"...no problem, we'll do it..."

   "Good, Errwwhic...good...I was sure you would...now, Margot, don't be
upset, but when you and Eric are in therapuetic mode with Edward and Susan,
Eric's in charge totally, you'll follow his directions at all
times...understand?...you're not upset by this decision, are you,
Margwwwoo?..." Margot mumbling "yes" to the first and "no" to the latter.

   "...here Eric, take this, keep it, you'll probably end up wearing one
later all the time anyway...", Doc taking a small tietack less than size of
a dime from his jacket pocket of a smallish golden sun with eight points of
light coming from it with a round bejeweled center of lapis lazuli in the
middle of it, very similar to one I've seen him wear before in class while
he was wearing clothes I remembered but not really paying attention, Doc
pinning it to my narrow labcoat lapel pin, I shooting him a puzzled look
but he paying no attention as he pointed to an apartment door around the
garden's curvy path and up a three-step flight of small, wide steps, with a
"...okay, you're on your own, do me, do PBI proud, we're going to check on
the rest of the class, see how they're doing...when you're through, and
please take all the time you think you need, Eric, it's your show now, a
couple of hours or more if you think it's warranted is fine, just wander
back to the front and have the van pick you up, we'll all probably be on it
waiting for you" Doc finished as he walked away, soft mumbles from Lib to
Doc being heard by my sometimes sensitive ears along the lines of "are you
sure he's in, with no vote yet?" puzzling words to me but my focus on the
task at hand quickly coming back to me.

   I know Margot was freezing in the cold bluster of Old Man New York
Winter, because I was, gooseflesh popping up on our arms.  Doc and Lib had
acted like it was summer out here in this dingy Queens apartment complex,
but shit it was winter, and I was freezing.  I raced Margot to the door,
pounding not knocking on it, a polite home aide with non-hidden saddened
face opening it for us.

   Inside, Margot and I shivered from the warm air hitting our cold flesh,
as we stood just inside the front door.  I asked "James", a cheap engraved
plastic nametag on his standard issue nurse's aide white uniform telling me
who he was, if there was a room we could sneak to before seeing Edward and
Susan, assuming he knew why we were there, without Edward and Susan seeing
us first.  He lead us to one of them's small bedroom, which was just off
the entrance vestibule.

   Margot and I sat on the bed together for a moment, holding hands,
silently.  We both knew something fairly drastic had just happened, but
weren't sure exactly what.  Margot then leaned to kiss me, with a "what's
next, Boss?" sweetly sarcastically parting her lips.

   "Well, student, Slave, and don't think I won't make you eat shit if you
give me any trouble, you Margot you..." I said as I hugged and kissed her
"...we just play things by ear, as we have been all week...just think of
them as clients, as patients, don't think about their terminal conditions,
and don't think about trying not to think about their other physical
conditions, OK?..." I implored.

   "...whatever you say, my boss, my pal forever..." she fiddling with her
matching dogtag jewelry that she had bought for us both a couple of nights
ago "....Eric...whatever you say..." "Let's just concentrate on their
treatment modality and the are-exxx, which is the fact that it's been
determined by people a lot smarter and with more degrees than we have that
for quality of life issues, which is what sex surrogacy and bodywork
therapy is all about anyway, Dear, that we need to bodywork, to take the
virginities of our clients, that's all we should think about" I concluded.

   Grasping her hand as we walked aimlessly around the corner, we stumbled
into the living room, where two Craft-Matic-type adjustable beds had been
set up near each other, the headboard parts facing a row of narrow, square
windows that wrapped around the outside perimeter living room wall.  Edward
and Susan sat in wheelchairs facing a droning tv in the corner, soap operas
providing background noise and motion to their unfocused gazes.  James and
another aide, a short plump obviously New York blond with "Emily" on her
black plastic engraved nametag, came towards us.  I made a comment about
the beds facing the windows, whic was ignored.

   "They're as close as I've ever seen two human being be..." Emily chirped
in instead with a surprisingly thick midwestern accent "...I've seen
married couples married sixty years and still hopelessly in love after all
that time who didn't feel as close as these two do..."

   "Do they know they're going to die soon?" I couldn't help but ask. 
"...uh-hu...and we both have heard them make promises to each other that
when the first goes, the other will follow right behind..." "That's sweet"
Margot chimed in.  "Yes, it is, isn't it?" James answered.  "Do you both
know why we're here?" I asked.  "Yes..." Emily said "...and we're here to
help you with anything you ask for, ask us to do, anything that is except
the actual sex part, that is..." "Don't worry, we'll take care of
that...any special precautions we should take, anything about their
conditions we should know about before proceeding?..." "Not really...."
James spake "...except the both have shortened attention spans, that, and
the fact that in their conditions, they tend to nod off kinda easy, that's
it, they're not fragile physically or anything, if that's what you're
worried about".  "Shall we begin, then?"

   We walked over to them as they watched tv with shallowed breathing.  I
knelt before Suan, a pretty brunette with straight shoulder-length hair,
looking like any typical 14-year-old junior high student except for a
distant sadness which poured forth from her eyes in torrent on selfless
unspoken grief.  I gulped.  Shit.  I wasn't sure if I had the heart or
stomach to do this now.  She stared at the gold-colored nametag on my
labcoat, and the blue-center-sun pin that Doc had just pinned to my lapel.
Margot knelt before Edward similarly to my position in front of Susan.

   "Eric..." Susan spoke softly "...Eric...Polykinetic...  you're the
therapists that have come to help us..." "That's right, Susan...my
assistant Margot..." Margot turning her head just enough to shoot me a
sweet dirty look "...and I have come to help you and your brother...do you
know what we're here for, Susan?..." "...you're here to help show us what
we'll be missing by not being able to be married when we grow up because
we're going to die soon?..."

   "Well, Susan, I don't think Margot or I would have put it in quite those
exact words, but yes, we're here to help you find about your own sexuality
as part your treatment regimen, just like other therapists who help you,
just like James and Emily here who help take care of you...we're here to
help you, make you feel better...do you think you and your brother will
like that?...you can always say 'no', and no one will be mad at you...it's
the choice that you and your brother can make, or not..." I softly said as
I held her hand in mine atop her lap, Edward being in contact with Margot's
hair in his right hand as she knelt before him.  "Then...Eric...I choose
to...Eddie?...you with me, or not?" "I'm with you, Sis, all the way."

   James and Emily wheeled them to their respective beds across the living
room way, Margot and I walking beside them the twenty steps to their haven.
"Eddie and I like waking up to the rising sun each morning, Eric..." Susan
spoke as Emily helped her out of her chair and onto her bed "...since we
never know which day is going to be our last...we wake up together, turn to
tell each other how much we love each other and that we'll be in heaven
soon together, where we won't be in any more pain, and then just lay there
a while and reach across the space between the beds and hold hands while we
smile at our friend Mr.  Sun..." she continued.

   I gulped audibly, taking a second to compose myself.  If she said
something else like what she had just said, I honestly didn't know if I
could keep it together, or if I'd break down and lose not just my
professional composure but my dignity as well.

   "It's okay, Eric...it's okay...we're not sad anymore about it, it's just
life...now, you wanna fuck me, or not, you silly goose you?" she said with
blankened eyes but truly sincere smile and without a hint of sadness or
sarcasm in her voice.

   "Yes, my Precious Susan, yes...I want to fuck you, you equally silly
goose..." I huskily whispered back to her as we sat next to each other on
her bed, gently nudging her in the ribs with my elbow, she giving a tickle
laugh.  Then my fingers gently found her ribs, and tickled her some more.
She laughed some more.  Edward taking my cue evidently, started trying to
tickle Margot.  I knew Margot's ribs weren't ticklish, but she played it
like the pro she was rapidly becoming, and laughed a well-timed series of
stage laughs so well, I don't think that Edward couldn't tell they weren't
real.  Susan tried to tickle me back, as Margot also playfully tried to
tickle Edward back, following my lead, good girl.  The sounds of laughter,
the sounds of life, displaced the gathered gloom and darkness.

   Suan and I fell back on her bed together, laughing, smiling, still
half-trying to tickle each other as we layed close to each other.  "You're
special, Eric..." Susan cooed to me "...not as special as my Eddie, but
special to me..." "Thank you, Susan, you're special, too...I mean that..."
"I know you do..." she said as she momentarily nodded off on me.

   "God, please don't let her die right now, I don't think this poor child
of yours could take that right now, please don't let her die in my arms,
let her live long enough to have her wish fulfilled, if I or someone else
does that wish fulfilling for her..." I sincerely prayed silently, my first
sincere prayer for anything since I was a kid in church and prayed one time
for my Mommie to get better when she almost died from pneumonia, which she
did, get better that was.  Of course it was a selfish prayer on my part to
protect my own fragile sense of mortality and self as well as a prayer for
Susan not to die, but I think God understood and forgave me.  Her breath
was low and shallow, but there.  I let her sleep for a three or four
minutes, then woke her again with a sweet rib tickle, she smiling up at me
as we lay clothed next to each other, leaning up to kiss me.  "Let's get
out of these clothes" I suggested.

   I crawled out of her bed and stood in front of her as she sat on the
edge, dropping my labcoat to the floor, putting her hands on my pant's
belt. "I've seen Eddie naked before and he and I...we..." she informed me,
as if she was more of a grown-up than she actually was "...but we were just
five and six years old at the time" she finished, I gently swiping her on
the arm with mine, with a "you...you sweetie pie you..."

   She dropped my pants and underwear and just stared at my cock for a
moment.  No gyn table handy to do a full bodywork bonding ritual with, or a
need for one actually.  I put her hands to it, telling her to do what she
wished with it.  She softly stroked and played with it, my member rising to
her amusement.  Eight feet away from us, in the meantime, Edward seemed to
have a burst of new energy as Margot lead him down the new frontier of her
body, showing him her beauty as she stood naked in front of him, her hands
guiding his as if he was blind instead of terminally ill.

   I pulled Susan up to her feet, kissing her sweetly, as I pulled her
teeshirt up and her jeans down, the denim falling to her sandals as she
kicked out of them.  We lay back on the bed, and she couldn't keep her eyes
off my erect member.  I scooted up some, adjusting the head of the bed to
get more of an upright angle, leading Susan to between my legs, where I
told her to play with it as she wished.  As she gently jacked me off and
began a nibbling taste of it, asking me if that was oral sex that she had
heard about, I replying that it was one half or one third or one quarter
depending on how she looked at it of the oral sex equation, she asking what
the other were, I replying that the variations were man-woman, woman-man,
woman-woman, or man-man, she giving a flippant "yuck" sound to the last
one.

   Margot came over to me and asked if I knew where the condoms and lube
were, Edward not knowing.  I thought for a second, then told her I'd take
responsibility, it was my call per Doc, and go ahead and bareback
everything like we were in class, not to sweat it with Edward.  She looked
concerned for a split-second, then wandered back over to her charge.

   Susan's mouth was now engulfing me fully.  I whispered to her "my turn",
then flipped her up and around began giving her some head.  I could clearly
see what looked like a textbook illustration of a hymen just fractions of
an inch in front of my face.  Even if she had used tampons previously, a
lot of the outer rim of it had stayed intact.  Inserting my forefinger in
her, she sucked air hard and grasped the sheets in her hand.  I heard Emily
and James both rush towards us from their position in the background, back
away from us a bit in the living room.  I asked Susan if I had accidentally
hurt her, she replying "no", she just reacted because she had never felt
anything inside her before.

   My forefinger then adjacent middle finger worked their way slowly inside
her, feeling for her G-spot.  At fourteen, I was reasonably certain that
hers would have developed by now.  Feeling the faint edge of a dime-sized
one at eleven o'clock, my fingertips applied firm, even pressure on it, as
it filled and fulled out to my touch.  Susan had her eyes closed now,
enjoying the sensation, breathing more deeply now and steadier.  I went
ahead and expressed her, her first gee-spot orgasm wetting the sheet
underneath her, she apologizing for pissing on me, I then explaining what
her G-spot was and why it felt so good to her and the whole anatomy of it.
She said she had never heard of it, but playing with it did feel so good. I
asked if she'd like another couple of them, she nodding yes.  My fingers
frigged her deeply, more deeply in and out now, trying to loosen her up a
bit for my soon-to-be eventual penile penetration of her, as I would
briefly rest them on her G-spot, press it a little, then frig her some
more.

   Over next to us, Margot was fellating Eddie as he stood before her, she
sitting on the edge of the bed, groping her tits as he accepted her blowjob
of him.  Meanwhile, in theater of therapeutic bodywork, my tongue found
Susan's anal pucker as I frigged her, she softly yelling to me that "Eric,
that feels so damn good!".  I gave her an anal-oral orgasm, then expressed
her G-spot one more time before stopping momentarily to ask how she was
doing, she reply "...fine...don't...don't stop".

   But I did stop, long enough to crawl up to her face, kissing her.  She
acted at first like it was gross to her, but I told her if her butt was
good enough for me to lick, it was good enough for own sweet self to lick,
too.  She poked me in the ribs with an "oh, Eric, you...you...you are just
what I had been praying for...you're my angel...  my sex angel."

   I wasn't sure how or why, but God had snuck His nose under my bodywork
tent.  Whatever, right?  I smiled at my patient, my client, my friend for
life if only for a couple of hours, my Susan.  Screw Doc and the Manual's
edicts.  I'm not made of fucking stone.  I couldn't help but feel what I
felt.  I didn't try to hide it in crouched body language or modified
verbalizations from Susan, either.  "C'mon, Arch Angel Eric, screw my
brains out" my brazen little fourteen-year-old hussy told me.

   Next to us, Margot was now on top of Edward, having just popped his
heterocherry seconds earlier.  Doc hadn't shown us their profiles, only
told us what he wanted us to know by reading off of the prescriptive for
them.  I had no clue if Susan or Edward had any bi tendencies or other
proclivities and sexual bents identified that I should have known about but
Doc didn't mention to me, damn his eyes.  Edward held Margot's breasts in
his hands as she rode him, she stopping and remaining motionless for a
moment every now and then, obviously trying to control his fifteen-year-old
virgin orgasmic response mechanism.

   I sucked Susan's champagne-glass 32C breasts with smallish pertly
nipples as my right hand playfully played her pussy some more.  She
half-closed her eyes, looking happy but also that her energy was draining.
I knew Doc said take all the time I thought I slash we needed, but I could
tell that Susan didn't have but precious little life energy left in her
withering but beautiful shell of a fourteen-year-old body.  I let her drift
off to sleep as my caressed her vaginal lips and inside of her thighs, she
actually snoring for a second, before a penetrating middle finger of mine
awoke her.  "I'm awake, I'm awake, Eric..." "Now you are, now you are,
Susan!" I replied with soft humor in my voice.

   Margot's partner had also apparently dozed off, too.  She lay beside him
and gently caressed his cock as he also softly snored some.  Slickness from
his own come adorned his stomach.  Making eye contact, I motioned her to
come join us.  "You don't mind if Margot joins us, do you, Susan?" I asked
as she joined us on her bed.  "No, Eric, that's fine...'hi', Margot, how
ya' doin', girlfriend?" "Fine, Suan...just fine, haha fine..." Margot cooed
back.

   I crawled atop Susan and entered her like she was thirty-four, not
fourteen.  She took me openly and easily.  I felt some never-stretched
cuntmuscles pop a little, and felt a trace of blood ooze from her vagina,
just like all the lore tells you should happen.  Margot asked Emily to
bring us a couple of wet washcloths and a couple of bath towels.  I stopped
my fuck of Susan as Margot wiped her pudenda, showing Susan the washcloth
stained with the traces of her virginal-loss-blood.  Susan pulled me to her
and kissed me as deeply as she could as my cock stayed motionless inside
her, she sucking on my tongue like it was a blunt cock.  I started doing my
boarpig-dick-corkscrew-thing inside as I lay motionless atop her, she
moving her hips to my penile-gymnasts gyrations, following along with my
non-moving movements with her hips swinging and bouncing on the bed.  Her
virginal adolescent pussy felt so warm and wonderful surrounding my
manhood. I felt her have a little come, then a bigger one.  I remembered
Doc's edict, asked Margot to give us some mutual head, Susan not objecting
when asked if that was okay, while I fucked her.  I held my precious
darling to me as tightly as I could, and filled her untilled garden with my
seed.

   Susan dozed off again, and I just held her in my arms.  Margot joined
us, as we both held our little darling in our arms for a moment.  Edward
waking a bit, Margot slid off our bed to join her partner once again,
waking him more fully with a tit-fuck, she sliding his member between her
full and shapely breasts.

   I just let my breathing match my Susan's, as I visualized going inside
her psychically somehow, offering her all the energy of mine she wanted,
she accepting some but not all I offered.  Her eyelids peeked open at my
bearing gaze of her face.

   "I've got a favor to ask of you, Eric" she whispered. 
"Anything...anything, anything at all..." I replied.  "Marry us". 
"Marry...marry who?..." I asked with mild bewilderment.  "Me...and
Eddie...." "But...but I'm not a minister, Susan...and you're..." "We're
brother and sister, I know...but I just had a conversation with God,
Eric..." I saw deep into her soul through her eyes, and knew she wasn't
kidding, wasn't making this up at all "...and He said...He said for one
thing, you are an angel of His, you're doing His work right now, and to
keep it up, keep at it no matter what, He actually told me to tell you
that.."

   "I don't doubt what you're saying for a second, Susan, not a second..."
though I really did, and just went along because she was who she was. 
"...and He said tell you, just in case you doubted my conversation with
Him, that it was you, and not your family dog Sylvester, who destroyed your
sister's favorite doll when she was eight, when you got mad at her for
ratting you out about skipping school the day before."

   I stopped my breathing for several seconds, and turned whiter than a
Klansman's new robe.  Fuck.  Shit.  Damn.  What was I supposed to think,
now?  Susan continued, as I kissed her, looking into her eyes more deeply
than ever.

   "Anyway, Eric, my angel..." she burbled on "...God said tell you that
Eddie and I won't last another couple of days, He's calling us home, and
He's giving you special dispensation to marry us, He's ordaining you right
this moment as one of His special angels on Earth, to marry us, right here,
right now, so Eddie and I can be together forever, in Heaven, with Him."

   I absolutely fucking lost it.  I began crying like a fucking baby. 
Margot and Eddie came over to the bed to comfort me, as did Emily and James
even, all giving me a sweet, supportive group hug.  I composed myself as
best I could, wiping my tear-stained face with the other clean washcloth
that was on the bed.

   I took the virginal-blood-stained washcloth from Margot's hand, kissed
it, had Susan and Eddie kiss the blood of humanity on it too, the blood on
Christ incarnate from my pinning of Susan to this plane of existence in
this time and space, with a "sure, Susan, since God said it was okay,
sure...I'll marry you and Eddie."

   "And you guys..." Susan said loudly to Emily and James "...you keep your
mouths SHUT, not one word to my parents or anyone else, OKAY!?!", they
nodding "yes".

   Things became a blur for the next while.  I remember Emily and James
being the bridesmaid and best man, and Margot giving Susan's hand in
marriage to her brother and eternal soulmate, Edward.  I remember saying a
brief speech about God and eternity and marriage, and then pronouncing them
husband and wife.  I remember Eddie consummating their marriage by fucking
his sister doggie-style, as they urged Margot and I to join for a moment of
eternal happiness with them.  I remember Susan and Margot doing a
sixty-nine together, just because Eddie had always wanted to see two women
together.  I remember Margot riding Edward atop him, as Susan rode me
similarly, me and Eddie buttcheek-to-buttcheek beside each other on Susan's
bed.  Then I remember Susan crawling atop her brother, her legs
intertwining with her new husband's, as she drove him deeply inside her,
kissing him as a wife, not as a sister, as they fucked their souls
together, melding them into one within the caldron of their God-blessed
passion.  Margot and I slid off the bed while they did that, Eddie coming
soon after, his sister and wife sliding up to snuggle her head under his
chin.

   "It's time for you to go home..." Susan whispered to us as she started
to drift off to perfect sleep in her brother's and husband's arms
"....thanks for everything...thanks for showing us what we ended up not
missing after all...and thanks for marrying us, Eric, you were a great
minister, and a great first fuck too, and an even better angel..." she
cooed to me "...and thanks, Margot, for being my bridesmaid, and for being
my first and only woman, so I could please my Eddie...thank you...thank you
both...it's time for you to go now."

   "You're both welcome" I whispered to Susan as I leaned over to kiss her
good-bye on the cheek, pulling back to put my pants and shoes and labcoat
on.  "You're both welcome, too" Margot mimicked, as she kissed Susan a
deeper, fuller frenchkiss as she also pulled away to dress and leave.

   We walked out past the guardshack to the curb, to wait for the van.  Doc
and Lib and Surry and the bunch of the rest of my and Margot's class came
up behind us, also having just gotten through with their own therapy
sessions.  "Right on time, I see..." Doc deadpanned to no one in particular
"...an hour and ten minutes or so, right on time, Eric, Margot".

   On the the hour-plus drive back up Sunshine Freeway North to Roslyn
Harbor the town and Roslyn Harbour Hotel our home and school away from
home, Doc noticed that faraway look I had in my eyes, and called Margot and
me to the back of the bus, errrr, hotel shuttle van, so we could talk in
semi-privacy.  I knew I was out of it.  Margot answered a lot of the
questions about how the treatment went, what modality of intervention and
healing I chose to use, etcetera.

   My sense of self quickly recovered under Doc's probing questions, and I
was able to tell most of the truth, at least the true part of what was
important to him and relevant to our learning experience at hand, without
violating the confidences that Susan had asked us indirectly to keep,
confidences I knew I should keep private.  After another ten minutes of
pointed but polite questions, Doc seemed satisfied, and let us be.  We
migrated back up to the front, sitting with our buds Gwen and Keikkie,
making smalltalk for the rest of the trip back "home".  "Home".  Such an
Earth-bound poor substitute for Heaven but comforting nevertheless concept.

   Before turning us loose to go eat, Doc called us all back to our
classroom, where a ten-page multiple choice and essay question test was
waiting for us all.  I honestly don't remember any of the specific
questions, it was just about stuff covered in "The Manual" and what had
been covered in class, no surprises.  I think I aced it, even as
spacey-feeling as I still was.

   I took my three cuntkateers to "Mom's" for dinner with me, and while it
was as good as before, the memory of the meal was more of feeling that
Mom's, whoeverthehell "Mom" actually was, probably some Indian guy from
LaHore who knew how to cook the hell out of things Americans liked, that
Mom's cooking was filling my soul more than my stomach.

   Back in our room, the girls were too full off gorging their souls and
appetites too to want to fool around much, though we did do a harmless
daisy-chain together before pairing off once more into our primary pairings
to drift off to sleep, Margot feeling so wonderful in my arms as my eyes
closed and my fleeting thoughts couldn't help but drift off to that
wonderful couple that we helped "rebirth" into this world and then bond
together for all eternity in the sight of God within the bounds of His Holy
Matrimony.  For the first time all week, I think, I dreamed a dreamless
night, I didn't dream, my centered and healing slumber being shaken awake,
a rough hand pulling on my cock belonging to none other than Doc hizzelf,
as dawn cockcrowed a cock-ell-doodle-do to my protesting member, my hand
slapping at Doc's to quit doing that to me.

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