A word of warning to you, dear reader. This one goes into dark places and, while it may get graphic, hopefully does not get too offensive. The plot locations and characters are all products of my fevered imagination but the named public buildings and events in Spain are real and can be looked up on your computer. It ends in a world we are living in now and I sincerely hope that, by the time you read the last chapter, we are back to near normal.

Marianne G

A Journey Always Starts With The First Step

They say that pilgrimages are good for the soul; they also say that you may find what you are looking for when you reach your destination. What they don’t say is what may happen should you stray from the true path. That bright and sunny Tuesday morning in 2019, I was surely on my own path to enlightenment, having camped off the trail just south of Bejar in Spain. I had started my hike from Seville some four weeks ago, on the first of May, and was slowly making my way north, to finish the Camino de Santiago – the Spanish trail. I had been working very hard in my job as a consultant computer programmer and systems designer and, over the past year, had made a heap of money, thanks to a large multi-national company in a fix. I had told my agent to hold all new projects while I unwound with a good hike; he was not expecting to hear from me until much later in the year.

I was on the section of the trail between Plasencia and Salemanca and, on a beautiful day, was walking towards Bejar and my breakfast. Entering the village I located a smart restaurant that had been noted in my research. It was called La Cerrallana and, when I got there, I was seated at a table on a deck that overlooked the outdoor swimming pools. It was a wonderful vista, looking towards the hills; in fact, no matter where you looked here you could see hills; the Sierra de Gala to the west and the Tras la Sierra to the east. The countryside had been wonderful to walk through, with lush meadows filled with grazing cattle. The whole trip, so far, had been idyllic and I had gone a long way to feeling normal again. I was quietly working through a large desayuno that could have passed for dinner back in England, when an absolutely stunning girl pulled out a chair at my table and sat down, putting a cup of coffee in front of her. I was a bit shocked as there were plenty of vacant tables around me and I was certainly no easy mark.

“Hola como esta” she said with a smile. I had been in the country long enough to give the answer “Muy bien, Senora”. She then launched into a spate of fast Spanish that went way over my head, even though I had absorbed a lot of the language. I put up a hand and said “Sorry, English.” That stopped her in her tracks and then she smiled again and said, in good English “I am sorry, senor, I was just asking you what you were doing in our lovely village so early in the morning.” I answered that I had camped south of here, overnight, and was on my way north to find the ‘milagro’ that pilgrims were promised. She laughed at that and told me that the best I would find when I got there was plaster-cast saints and cheap trinkets. “It is not worth the walk, you get there quicker by train.” I said that it was not the destination but rather the journey that counted. She asked me how long my journey was intended to take and I replied that I had thought that I could do the whole trip in three months but now thought I could spend a couple of weeks in Salemanca and return another time to finish the hike.

She brightened up at that and said “My name is Takisha; I live nearby with my ‘sisters’ in a big house in the hills. I am here because I have just delivered a box of eggs to the chef when I saw you sitting lonely and forlorn. I sometimes act as a local guide and would be happy to show you the sights of Bejar before you continue your journey. You can leave your pack here for safekeeping or put it in my van.” I told her that I was Gene Orleon and would be happy to spend a few hours in the company of such a lovely girl. When I told her my name she looked straight into my eyes and said she could see some Spanish in my bloodline. I had to tell her that Luc, my father, was from the French side of the border, from Biarritz. She said that all Basque people are really Spanish, no matter what side of the border they come from, it was in the culture.

When I had finished my breakfast we went out to her Renault van and I put my pack in the back. I saw that there were more boxes of eggs and vegetables to deliver so it looked like I was about to be given a tour of the cafes of the region. We did stop at a lot of places and I helped carry the boxes into various cafes. She was obviously a popular person in the village, especially among the young men, and my presence caused a few raised eyebrows. We did, however, visit the Villa El Bosque, with its lovely gardens, and the Camara Oscura in, what looked like a medieval castle, and I was taken by the beauty of the village.

Takisha chattered the whole time but still managed to worm some of my details from me while we drove around. I told her that my first name, Gene, was chosen by my father as both my parents had picked Jean if I was a girl; and I let on that I was a computer consultant. At that she looked serious and told me that she, with her ‘sisters’ had a small business in Madrid and that they needed someone to look over the inputs as she said they thought there was a problem. I told her I was not an accountant and she assured me that the books were good but there seemed to be troughs in the takings that shouldn’t be there. She asked me if I would like to come, with her, to the small-holding she lived in to have a look at the files, in return I would receive a few good meals and a bed for the night. When she mentioned the bed she looked at me in a way that could hardly be misinterpreted.

When we had finished the deliveries we drove out of the village to the north-east, up into the hills. Just near another village, called Becedes, she turned onto a small track that took us to a secluded valley, in which sat a sprawling conglomerate of buildings, surrounded by fields of vegetables. I said “I thought you said smallholding?” and she smiled and told me that very few people in the surrounding area knew of its size as the egg and vegetable business was set up to appear a local ‘cottage industry’. When we arrived at the main house there were five other vans parked next to a big shed and I could see pallets of boxes and a couple of fork-lift trucks. This was some business, indeed. I got my pack out of the van and she took me to a low building which had all the appearance of holiday lets. She opened one of the doors and showed me a room with a lounge, TV and kitchenette. Through a door there was a bedroom with ensuite. She said to put my pack in there and then led me to the big house.

When we walked in I was amazed to be greeted by five other girls, all as gorgeous as Takisha, if not a bit more, who quickly took me through to a big farmhouse kitchen and sat me at a table before offering me a drink. Takisha said, “Sisters, this is Gene. He was looking so lonely at the café this morning I decided to kidnap him for your inspection.” I thought this may be a rather odd selection of words. She went on “He is a computer specialist and on a very long hiking holiday to see the Saint. I think he is hoping for a miracle. Who, around this table, thinks that a miracle could be possible?” All five said yes at once. Just what had I got myself into, here? After that I was treated to a wonderful lunch, in the company of six beautiful women, and quite enjoyed chatting with them. I was told that there were, actually, twelve of them and they considered themselves sisters, even though none were actually related. I gathered that every two weeks, this six went to Madrid to work at their other business while the six from Madrid came here. In the afternoon I was sat in their office, in front of a very up-to-date and powerful computer, and shown how to navigate the business files.

I could see, straight away, that the business was strictly split between here and Madrid. The files for here were straight forward, with income from a large number of cafes and restaurants (all account customers on thirty day payment) and a number of outgoings for fuel, fertiliser and other consumables for farming. There was also a section for employee wages which obviously included casuals who did the manual labour. This business seemed to be pretty lucrative. The other business, however, was harder to figure.

There was the combined income stream from the twelve girls and the outlays were mainly based on the premises and maintenance, as well as decent sums spent on ‘PPE’ and ‘costume’. There was also an employee account for a manager, two security officers and four casuals. To say that this business was lucrative would be an understatement and I could not see a problem at first glance. Knowing my way around this software package I drilled down to the income side and looked at the daily input from each girl. They were only listed by number but I saw that they all returned a similar amount when they were there, except one. I went back through the history of that one and found that she had been earning the same as the others until about three months before. I could put a date to the change. I noted it all down and put the computer into sleep while I went to find the others.

I found them in a lounge room, sitting around and chatting. When I walked in they all looked at me expectantly and Takisha asked if I had any news. I said “Well, you did not tell me what your problem was but, if I say I think one of you has their fingers in the till, would I be close to the mark?” That made them sit up! Takisha asked me to give the details. I told them that they all seemed to earn a similar amount from their activities in Madrid but one of them had shown a distinct falling off of input. Takisha asked what number and, when I told them, she said “That Pina, I knew she was setting herself up!” One of the girls, who had been introduced as Vanda, asked me if there was a way I could find out when this may have started and I was able to give her the date of the first dip. Vanda then said “Gene, we really owe you on this one. We thought it was her as she has announced she is getting married in three weeks’ time and will be leaving us. Do you have an estimate of how much she has taken?” I said that it would depend on how much work she had done but gave them a ball-park figure. Vanda then told me that the next turn would be from the following weekend and that Pina was going to clear out her room here in the first week she was back but that plan would now be altered.

I was now very much part of the group and thoroughly enjoyed the close proximity of six, very sexy, girls as I showed them, on the computer, what I had found. I had to ask what was so dangerous that they had to spend so much on personal protective equipment and security and there was a moment of silence. Vanda said “What do you think this other business is, Gene?” I said that it did not match any business I had worked with at it seemed to be all income without input of raw materials. That brought a laugh that broke the tension of the moment and Vanda told me to come back to the lounge and she would tell me what they did, over a drink.

Back in the lounge I was at on a settee with Takisha sitting very close to me. The rest of the girls scattered themselves around the room but Vanda sat, in an easy chair, in front of me. “Gene” she said, “we are what you may call a commune of self-supporting women. We provide a service to the community in whatever way we can, as long as it gives a good return. Each of us paid a set amount into the fund in order to be here. We run this farm as a collective, with every one of us doing some of the farming and all of the deliveries. As you could see, we employ casuals to do the actual hard work but any one of us can do a bit of work in the fields..

The other business is in Madrid, in a suburb called Chueca, and we own three houses on a street called Calle de San Lucas which, on the outside, looks like distinct houses but on the inside is one big premise. That house is a whiskeria and we all spend two week stints working there. We are the putas, the ‘raw material’ you looked for. A whiskeria is a club where we can carry out prostitution without being hassled by the police; in fact, we are so close to the Ministry of Justice we have a lot of the legal profession as regular customers. It is called a whiskeria because the government, in their wisdom, deleted all of the legislation that made prostitution illegal in Spain. The only problem is that they never put any back to legalise it. We now are in a grey area where we need to follow accepted practice.

A whiskeria is a drinking club where the customers can buy sex, rather than a brothel where customers can buy drink. The PPE you asked about is condoms and sanitisers as we will not allow any customer a session unless they are wearing the right stuff and we cleanse ourselves after every customer. We generally limit ourselves to six customers a day and we pride ourselves on our high standards as well as our willingness to cater to weird fetishes, at a price, as long as there is no danger to ourselves.” I sat there quietly but my mind was churning. These girls were all professional prostitutes and, as I looked at them all, I found I didn’t care!!

Takisha looked at me and asked if I felt any different about them now. I said that they were like any other girl that had sex, the only difference being that they could refer to the receipts and see who they did it with and when. I did say that I had never come across the activity carried out in such an industrial fashion; but, there again, I had not been exposed to any part of the profession before. “Really!” said Felipa “are you telling us that you have never paid for sex?” I told them that I truly had never paid for it as I had been satisfied with the girlfriends I had gone with. “How many girlfriends?” asked Takisha sharply? “Not as many as there should have been” I answered “I have been fully engaged with my work and it had never been that urgent to me.” “Ooh!’ cried Coleta “a fully loaded one!”

I think I went red in the face at that as they all fell about giggling. Takisha stood up and took my hand to pull me from the settee. She said “Come on Gene; let’s see what you have in the tank. You have already paid for whatever you receive in this house so let me be the first to thank you nicely with an afternoon delight.” I allowed myself to be pulled out of the room and up the stairs to her own room, where she proceeded to undress me and herself, handing me my very own PPE before laying on the bed and saying “Come to me, Gene, so I can lighten your load.” What could I do but obey the mistress. I hope that I came up to her standards as I proceeded to kiss her all over before giving my tongue a work-out. She had orgasmed twice before I penetrated her and I took my time as I had always been slow to climax. When I did I felt that all my birthdays had come at once. We took our time to uncouple and, as I lay on my back beside her, she fully inspected my body while kissing it. “Very nice” she whispered “good technique and great stamina, along with a very trim body. You would do well in a bordello as the house gigolo.”

I had to laugh out loud at that one. I said that I would never be able to earn my pay as I normally had to go another week before I could do that again. She then asked me a strange, but pointed, question. “Gene, while we were making love, what were you thinking of? I ask because you did not act like a man who hasn’t had sex for a long time.” I had to stop and think and then said “I was thinking of what I would like to happen if I was in your position so I could do the right thing at the right time. I really did not think about myself until I climaxed.” She then floored me by saying that if Felipa agreed with her thoughts after dinner there may be a future for me here.

We went and had a shower and she gave me a satin robe to wear, rather than getting dressed in my hiking gear again. I looked at myself in the mirror and said that I did not look too manly at the moment and she told me not to worry as every girl dressed down for dinner in this house and I would not look out of place. She tightened the sash on her own robe and took my hand to lead me downstairs where I could smell cooking. In the lounge three of the girls were clad in robes while the other two were cooking up paella with aprons over their own robes. When we sat for our meal it was almost a scene from some weird Italian movie but I tried to remain calm. The food was delicious and I was offered a choice of wines or spirits. After we had cleared the dishes and got the dishwasher running, we went back into the lounge where I was sat on the settee again but this time I had Felipa sitting on my lap. I tried to be calm but found that I was reacting again as she licked my ear and blew into it. When I turned my head towards her to ask her to desist, she kissed me deeply and then told me that it was her turn so come up to bed.

In her room there was no need to take much off and we were soon both naked, except for my PPE. In her bed we spent a lot of time in foreplay and I, again, used my tongue to good effect. My problem, though, was that I could not get fully erect and was starting to feel that I was a failure. She was unfazed, though, and put an arm out to open a bedside drawer and pulled out a long, plastic, vibrator. “Wonderful” I thought. ”She is going to get off on a vibrator while I am still here.”

I was surprised when she put one hand behind my head and pulled my face to hers for a long and deep kiss. I was shocked when I felt the head of the vibrator against my anus and even more surprised when she switched it on. Almost immediately I became hard enough to penetrate her and we moved together in a most satisfying way. Eventually she pushed the vibrator right into me as we coupled and I finally climaxed in the most intense way that seemed to go on for minutes. I could feel her own orgasms and was happy that I had satisfied her, even if she had to go to such a method to ensure it. I stayed hard until she turned the vibrator off and pulled it out, laying it on the bedside table on a tissue.

“Takisha was right” she whispered, “you have amazing technique and you really want to please your partner. The problem for you is that you really want to be the one on the bottom.” I could not say anything for a while and lay beside her as we cooled down. “I don’t understand what you are getting at” I said “I never had that kind of experience before and I cannot process the reasons in any meaningful way.” “Spoken like a true computer expert” she said “but not like a person. Consider me as an expert in what I do for a living and I can tell you that you just had your first female orgasm, just because you were being penetrated, probably for the first time. I think you have kept your real needs down for so long you do not realise what you really are. Gene, you are not unusual here. Of the twelve of us, four still have their dicks. I bet you can’t tell which they are but I know that before the week is out, you will know the two in this group and also know how good it can be.” That made me think whether I would stay or leave and I realised that I wanted to stay and find out the truth about myself. Isn’t that was what I was searching for - answers or a miracle!

Marianne G 2020