More Circles?

Freshly showered and redressed, we went to the restaurant to meet Joseph. He gave Portia a hug and then turned to me and held me close to kiss me deeply. I felt a bit faint as he said “I repeat what I said the last time we met, I love you.” Now that was a turn up. I smiled and said that I was happy that he was happy and that I was getting hungry. I did, however, give him a kiss back, though, so he seemed mollified. We had a very nice lunch and Joseph was very attentive. Portia gave me a wink and said I would have to spend more time in Madrid in future. I told them about the set-up at the farm where I did a delivery run every morning I was there and it was like a holiday. Joseph exclaimed “What! Don’t you get a day off?” I told him not to worry as every day after the delivery was free time, just as the mornings here was as well.

After lunch, Portia smiled and said she had to do some work so she would leave me as Josephs’ responsibility for the afternoon and that she would see us at the company around dinner time. I wondered where this was going but it turned out reasonably well as he took me to the cinema, just like a regular date. We sat near the back and he put his arm behind me and I snuggled into his shoulder. It was a bit of a weepy movie and I got quite emotional so he cuddled me closer and we kissed for so long I lost all interest in the picture. I could tell that he was fully hard but, for some reason, the puta in me said to leave it alone, as much as I wanted to suck it. After the picture finished we went to the company and I was brought up to date with the Claude case. He was getting quite erratic in his activities and appeared quite angry at times, so I guess he was not getting his own way anymore. It wouldn’t be long before he does something stupid that would allow him to be charged with a crime.

The three of us had dinner out and then Portia took me back to the mansion where we went to bed and I satisfied her while thinking of Joseph. She then took me back to the whiskeria. In my bed, that night, I wondered at what the day had brought. Was I falling in love or just being silly? Did Joseph really not care we were the same gender (at the moment) and did Portia have a different agenda now?

Monday morning I joined the girls for breakfast and they asked me about my Sunday. I told them it was frustrating and unresolved and I was not certain about anything that happened. Celestine immediately said “I think our Gene has fallen in love!” We went off for our visit to the doctor and, while he was checking me over, I asked him about gender reassignment clinics. He gave me a recommendation and told me they were good, if a bit expensive. After that I took myself to the salon to start laser treatment on my body as I was sure I was going to go all the way. The evening was as one had come to expect, sex and depravity and a little insanity thrown in. Tuesday, after breakfast, I was back at the salon for more treatment and both Wednesday and Thursday were much the same. Friday, of course, was my Louis day and the evening was another line-up of well-credentialed twits who had no real knowledge of Louis or the times he lived in. I got to wondering if there was a Revolutionist Society and I would be booked to sit by the guillotine knitting while the members had their heads removed. What’s this; was I starting to find fault in the paying public!

Saturday was unusual as my friendly judge did not show. I was visited, however, by a couple of detectives who wanted to know if I had met a certain Claude, as he was claiming that a girl with my name had planted damning evidence in his apartment. I stayed wide eyed and innocent and put it to them that as I spent every evening on my back in a whiskeria I would not have time to meet anyone outside, let alone go to their apartment. “What sort of puta do you take me for?” I said “A common street whore?” I got them to check with Pavlina and they saw that I was fully booked for the days they were interested in, so went away to look somewhere else. The rest of Saturday was only unusual in that I had a session in the dungeon, hanging naked and gagged from the pulley with my ankles chained to the floor, while being taken from behind by one guy and being sucked dry by another. That felt very odd, indeed.

Sunday morning, after breakfast, I was picked up by Joseph who gave me a kiss when I got in the car. He told me that Portia was out of town and that he had volunteered to entertain me. We went to the Palacio Real, or Royal Palace, where we joined the tourists walking hand in hand through this most magnificent building and marvelling at the artworks and grandeur. Then we went for lunch and afterwards to the Parque del Capricho. This is a very beautiful place with gardens and lakes and little secret places. After we had walked a bit he put his arm around my shoulder and I put mine around his waist and we walked some more. We fed some ducks and found one of the little secret places for ourselves. We kissed and cuddled and I found that I could ignore the warning voice and I took his shaft in my mouth and swallowed the lot. It tasted sweet and I wondered if this is what a true lover tasted like. We had a snack and then he took me to his apartment where we went to bed and he seemed to be happy with what I could do for him. He dropped me back at the whiskeria around ten and I gave him a goodnight kiss before getting out of the car. In bed, that night, I gave myself a severe talking to but, happily, ignored everything I said. I slept like a baby.

The next week passed in the usual fashion and, on Friday after breakfast, I went to the salon to get my breasts unglued and my chest covered in soothing gel. I was to have them replaced on the Friday I returned to Milan. Then it was back in the bus to the farm after the other girls arrived. I saw, as we drove in, that some footings had been set out for a new tank stand and was glad my advice had been taken. All I had to do now was to learn about farming. In my room I sat on the bed and thought some more. I really had to get out of the habit or I could become a philosopher. I decided that I could not live any longer without my own computer and resolved to get one during the week. The farm had a wi-fi so I could use that and I would not need it in Madrid. My seamstress had texted me during the week and I had replied that I would see her Monday so it looked like the new me was going to emerge from her cocoon, I had been a Pina duplicate for too long. I then realised that the next stint in Madrid would take up much of August and my original plans would have seen me heading to England at that time. I texted my agent to tell him that I had found work in Spain and would get in touch when I return to England so that he wouldn’t send out a search party. I also texted my parents with the same message, they didn’t need to know the details.

It was a bit odd sleeping without breasts and I really missed them, even if I could sleep on my stomach for a couple of weeks. Saturday morning I put on a padded bra with my denim button-through and ankle boots to do the morning deliveries and it felt good to be driving in the countryside again. The way the business was set up was absolutely brilliant, with the two weeks away from Madrid letting the tension leave the mind and body. I had found that the first week back in Madrid was easy to get through; I could not countenance being a full time puta, especially one of those that worked the streets. There were a lot of those in Madrid, mainly from outside Spain, who had been trafficked by gangs and had no way of getting away. The upper levels of our profession had a group who were trying to get the situation cleaned up but if the government couldn’t legislate to make us legal, how could they legislate to take the whores off the street without criminalising the profession again.

Saturday and Sunday I caught up with the customers and unwound. Monday I put a slippery slip on under the yellow dress and boots outfit and visited the seamstress in Valladolid while I was there. I tried on all of the skirts and dresses and was very pleased at the way the fabrics slid over my body. She made a couple of alterations and promised they would all be ready on Wednesday. I also went to a computer shop and purchased a good laptop. On Tuesday I visited the Telefonica shop in Salamanca and bought a new smartphone and bundled a broadband connection with it, creating my new email address while I was there and getting the billing to be sent by email only. Wednesday was dress day and I hung them, in their plastic covers, carefully on the rack in the van to take them back to the farm. Thursday I visited a dress shop in Salamanca and bought ten tops of varying styles, all with a high sheen. I may have to call myself ‘slippery Gene’ in future.

I used my new laptop to email Portia to let her, and Joseph, know my new, local, phone number and to tell them that I was on the web now and immediately received an email back, asking me if I could look at some code that was giving them a problem. Of course I said yes and, about twenty minutes later, I got another email with the attachment giving me my homework. I berated myself for not thinking ahead and Friday I bought a small printer for the laptop. I was starting to get more than my room could take so I asked Parnima if I could move to the ‘holiday let’ that I had seen the first time I arrived and she said it was all right as long as I kept it clean. So Saturday I cleaned it out and made up the bed. My computer and printer were set up in the sitting room and all of my new clothes were put away. Sunday, after the deliveries, I transferred the bathroom supplies and all of the underwear I had bought and then looked through the clothes that Pina had left to decide what to take. The jeans and most of the tops were OK, as were about half the dresses and skirts. I took all of the shoes and boots that were three inch or less and left the ones I could never be able to stand in. Some of the underwear, especially the padded bras, was all right but I left the thongs. When I looked at the dresses left I came to the conclusion that, if Pina had a style, it would be film star diva. Not my style, I think.

Marianne G 2020