Of course, I took to my new lifestyle like a duck to water. Within two weeks, I was going on out-calls and servicing long-haul truckers like an old hand. I was a little sore at first, but it was a good type of sore. It was the kind where I’d go home knowing that my body had been stretched in all the right ways. I was happy and delighted with this new turn of events.
But one thing that’s changed is the amount of laundry I have to do. Sure, I don’t need to dress up for the truckers. They’re easy-going guys who like a girl in shorts and a t-shirt just as much as a woman decked out to the nines in a cocktail dress.
But I like to be presentable, and to look pretty. Maybe I don’t meet the men in a fancy outfit, but I certainly like to have cute get-ups that are clean and pressed. Most of the time, I wear a mini-skirt and a sexy top to meet my trucker lovers, and they love taking them off of me.
But that still leaves the issue of lingerie. I have a huge collection of panties and bras now, courtesy of the club. It’s important to look sexy, and I see lingerie as an integral part of my presentation. The truckers have had a long day on the road, and I’m their gift at the end of the day. They might enjoy a cocktail or two, and then focus on “unwrapping” their new present.
That’s where the lingerie comes in. After losing my mini-skirt and top, I like to present the men with sexy lingerie that gets their libidos going. I have a lot of pink and peach lacy sets, as well as some fire-engine red and black negligees. Hell, at this point, I have lingerie in all colors of the rainbow, and there are some very interesting pieces indeed. I’ve been doing some shopping on-line, and some of the lingerie sites sell NC-17 items like crotchless panties and bras with strategic cut-outs. It’s fun. Guys love it, and there’s the added element of surprise with these alternative pieces.
But I always have to wear clean lingerie. I just don’t like it when they’re old and smelly, not to mention caked with another man’s seed. As a result, I do laundry a lot. I could send the pieces out because the Lodge has laundry service, but I feel embarrassed about that. The thought of another person touching my most intimate pieces skeeves me out a bit, and so I prefer to take things into my own hands.
Humming, I drag my laundry basket into the hallway and close my room door behind me. There’s no need to lock the door because everyone at the Lodge is vetted and everyone knows everyone else. Plus, we’re in the middle of the forest, so strangers don’t generally walk in unannounced.
“Hey girlfriend,” a voice behind me sings.
I turn, and it’s Patty, an older girl. She’s been here a bit longer than me, and we’ve struck up a friendship. “How did it go last night?” she asks.
I smile.
“Michael from Dayton was amazing,” I say. “Have you been with him before?”
Patty thinks, tucking a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear.
“No, I don’t think so. We get a lot of guys from Dayton, but I’ve only been with Roland, John, and Walter. Maybe there are more, but I don’t think I’ve been with one named Michael.”
I giggle.
“Well, I’ll tell him to request you the next time he’s in town.”
Patty’s eyes dance.
“Why, what was so amazing about him?”
I grab my laundry basket and we chat companionably while walking down the hall.
“Well, he’s a double-holer,” I say. “You know, he likes to rotate between your holes.”
Patty giggles.
“This one?” she asks, pressing a finger to her lips. “Or this one? Or this one?” she asks gesturing to her kitty and bum.
I giggle too.
“Front and back. Come to think of it though, I did give him some oral fun, so I guess he’s a triple-holer.”
Patty understands what I’m saying.
“I love those,” she breathes. “They’re so thorough, and you feel so used after being with men like that.”
I flush and nod knowingly.
“Yes, exactly,” I say. “It takes a while to recover from being with them, but it’s a good type of recovery. It’s the kind where you feel really sated and satisfied.”
The older girl smiles at me.
“Well, it sounds like you have a job well done on your hands,” she says. “Great work!”
I smile.
“Thank you. Are you going out tonight?”
Patty frowns.
“No, and I don’t know why. I told the office I’m available, but I haven’t been called for three nights in a row now. It’s strange.”
I shrug, just as puzzled.
“That is odd because I’ve worked for the past three nights in a row. I wonder why they didn’t split the appointments between the two of us. Who know?” I say lightly. “The office is the office. Only they know what they’re up to.”
