Episode 10: The Great Deluge

 Disclaimer: 

The following is based on true events with elements of erotica added. It is intended for adult audiences. Similarities to real individuals is coincidental. Names and likenesses have been changed. Please read at your own risk. 

Table of Contents

Episode 1 - Arrival  Episode 2: He Saw My Penis! 

Episode 3: Bonfire and Beards Episode 4: Darkened Dong

Episode 5: Journey to Forks Episode 6: Lilliana

Episode 7: Dishpit Debauchery Episode 8: A Powerful Curse

Episode 9: A Man Becomes a Ma'am

Please sit back, relax, and enjoy Episode 10: The Great Deluge

****BEGIN CHAPTER****

"I can not do this," a voice said meekly. 

"Botum say we can not fall off wagon," a younger man said, looking at her. She was that same Cambodian woman from lunchtime, but she was now dressed in her nightgown. The silk tightly wrapped around her small frame. The outline of her butt hugged the back, pushing against the lace. Her larger-than-average breasts tugged at the fabric. Her nipples and the outline of her areola were clearly visible. 

"I am hot. I sleep naked," she said. She then pulled the nightgown over her head. She sat on the bed with her legs folded under. Her skin was on the pale side--soft and supple. Her hands rested on her legs, which were soft and slightly muscular. She wore red nail polish on her toes. Her fingers were long, wrapping around her legs as she began to rub them slowly up and down. Her breasts had puffy nipples that looked incredibly sensitive to the touch. Her nipples were hard. She was breathing a little faster now, knowing that she was the object of both desire and extreme temptation. She could feel the wetness in her vagina beginning to form. She did not look at the young man, but knew that he would not be able to resist looking at her. 

"I can not..." the young man said, trying to look away. It took every ounce of strength for him to do so. 

"Please give me sex. We don't tell," she finally said. The cabin was small, and there was only one bed in the room. It was a king size bed. 

"Ary, do you have to sleep naked?" the young man asked. 

"I want," she said. "It's too hot here." 

Yet, it wasn't hot at all. 

The young man climbed in bed next to her and turned away. The woman rubbed up against him and pushed her body against his. "Our secret Bora. We don't tell." 

"..."

Ary pulled slightly away and began to lightly rub her fingers against her protruding nipples. "Fine. I take care of self," she said. 

She took her time, rubbing both slowly. She closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure well up inside of her. She liked how puffy they were. They did not look like other nipples. And they were so sensitive. They drove men crazy, and she knew that with every touch she was driving Bora to insanity. Such thoughts brought her pleasure. 

The young man closed his eyes tightly. His breathing was hard now. So many thoughts were going through his mind. But when Ary's breathing began, he could not resist. He turned over, opening his eyes. Ary was allowing herself to fully explore her body without any sense of self-consciousness. Bora had never seen a woman explore her own body in such a way. He could not resist what he saw. It was incredibly beautiful, erotic and primal. 

Ary was in no hurry. She liked to take her time when pleasuring herself. It was not about reaching an orgasm, but the slow dance of erotic self love that would eventually consume her. It was almost ritualistic. She seemed so in love with her own body the way she touched herself. Every part of her was felt softly and slowly, with just enough pressure to make it feel intense and right. Little droplets of sweat were forming on her forehead as her body began to slowly rock bath and forth with the pleasure. She teased her clitoris at first, not giving it the full attention that it wanted. Her pubic hair was completely shaved, and her engorged clit seemed to be begging for her touch. 

She let the tips of her fingers dance around it at first, lightly brushing at it. This drove her crazy, and she let out some small moans every time her fingers made contact with it. Bora's eyes were now wide, watching her. His penis was now completely hard, creating a tent inside of his pants. His sexual addiction ran deep. For years he could barely contain his need to compulsively masturbate. Yet, somehow he had got it under control under the guidance of the Southeast Asian Sex Addicts Anonymous guidelines. Box-breathing and mind exercises had allowed him to put aside "impure seuxal thoughts" and replace them with thoughts based on his religion, Theravada Buddhism. 

Yet, now the meditations that he had learned under Buddhism were of no power over the temptation of the gorgeous woman who was now naked only inches away from him. He watched as she began to pull her nipples. He could see how this was driving her to ecstasy. Although he had a few partners, mostly women at massage parlors he had saved up to visit, had never touched a woman in such a way before, He had never been taught to know what a woman liked. Even though he used to be a voracious partaker of pornography and a high-volume user of PornHub, he had no idea how to please or pleasure someone. 

When Bora would masturbate, he would quickly finish the job, aiming to reach orgasm before he was caught. Ary was in no hurry to reach an orgasm. Masturbation, for her, was more about the feelings and playfulness that accompanied pleasure. Bora could see that Ary loved her body and was enraptured with herself. How could she not, though? Ary's body was gorgeous and she knew it. Part of her attractiveness was in the fact that she was confident about herself and her sexual side. And although Bora had resisted her thus far, she knew he was breaking, and all the teachings that had allowed him to put away sexual thoughts were of no power here. He craved her more than he had ever craved anything in his life. 

The smell of self-indulgence and arousal filled the room. Ary's vagina was now soaked and her fingers had yet to penetrate herself. She now was lying on her back, with her legs bent upwards and spread out slightly. Her nipples were fully erect, pointing upward. Her boobs moved up and down as she breathed, and were glistening with the sweat that was now forming upon her body. 

"I..." Bora said, breaking the silence. It was the smell that had brought him over the edge. She ignored it though. The tips of her fingers lightly pushed into her beautiful flower. They slid against the juices, as if they were forcing her deeper. But deeper she was not ready to go. Ary's belief was that true pleasure should not be rushed. Good things were worth savoring, and the best things were never to be hurried. Ary knew that her body was a very good thing. Her particular form of sexual addiction was not in masturbation, which she practiced regularly. It was in enticing men to f*ck her through teasing. She loved such games, and when she was paired up in a cabin with Bora, she knew she would not be able to resist the chance. 

Ary didn't care what the guy looked like. Physical attraction was not important to her. It was the tease and the chase that thrilled her. It was another person wanting her, unable to resist her. She had never been with a man who had matched her in physical attractiveness, nor did she want to. The uglier and more undesirable the man, the better. It was the psychological play, the intense desire that existed between a man who was "unworthy" and put in such a position as to f*ck a woman of her calibur that made it all the more exciting. 

Her breathing intensified as she pushed her fingers just a little deeper in. The sound of her juices were audible. She did not hold back on moaning. It was subtle at first, yet noticeable. The idea of being watched and desired only added to the pleasure. Ary reminisced about how she first noticed that men could not resist her. She found a secluded spot in a beach on one of Cambodia's offshore islands and was touching herself under the shade of a palm tree. She did not know she was being watched as she kicked off her swimsuit. It was an unimaginable and forbidden thing for a woman to masturbate outside in such a risky place, but the taboo of it only made it more irresistible. A couple young men came out from the forest and watched her. Fearing they would take advantage of her vulnerability when she saw them, she offered to have sex with the both of them. This would become a regular thing, and one of the men she would eventually fall in love with. Yet, they only saw her as an object, the center of desire. She realized that such was her place, and her power was in the freedom of being a paragon of sexuality and desire. Such thoughts were strange in her country, and as a result, she felt compelled to join the sex addicts anonymous. Yet, through it she found that she was even more of an object of desire and was able to play out all of her sexual fantasies. 

"I now want to have sex with you," Bora said. Ary smiled, but this time she felt something different. She wanted to tease Bora as punishment for not accepting her invitation sooner. The idea of his discomfort made it too enticing for her to resist.

"No," Ary said in between moans. "I said I take care of self." She slowly pushed her fingers in deeper, rolling to her side away from Bora. 

"Please, I need sex, too." 

Now her fingers went in as deep as they could, and she let out of a long moan. "I am good now."

Bora watched, heart racing. She was now on her side completely facing away, and her butt was rocking back and forth. Her breathing was quick now. She was hoping he would gather the courage to touch her. She was here for the taking. take me she pleaded in her mind as she played. I am yours tonight.

Bora pulled off his clothing. His hard cock popped out of his pants and was begging for attention. 

Now that he was naked, Ary slowly rolled onto her back and spread her legs apart further. She moved her fingers against the outside of her pussy, which was now completely soaked with her juices. Her eyes were closed. She had no desire to see Bora at this point. This was not to say he was unattractive. No, he was young, strong and somewhat handsome. Ignoring him made it more fun, however. 

What Ary really liked about Bora was how awkward he was. He came across as shy and polite, yet she knew that somewhere within all such men was a sexual devil waiting to be unleashed. The quiet men were always the most voracious lovers when they put aside their self-consciousness. Bora was such a man, and Ary was as captivated by him as he was with her. She would lay here touching herself for hours if it meant he would gather the courage to even touch her. 

Bora grew excited at the idea of being naked with the woman that was the object of many men's desire earlier at lunch. He never imagined being put in the same cabin with her or having the chance to watch her masturbate next to him. Part of the reason he was chosen was because he seemed to be the least likely to have or want sex. Many of the men here were older, more ravenous men who would not have taken Ary at the first moment of offering herself to them. Botum, the group's leader, had slept with her dozens of times, and knew that if he spent the night with him, the secret would be out. So, it was for the best that Bora shared the cabin with her. 

Bora's hand gripped his penis and pulled back the foreskin as he moved his hand up and down his shaft. The pink tip peeked out, with precum that had emerged long ago from rubbing against the inside of his pants as he watched Ary's seductive show. Delicate slow masturbation was lost on Bora, and he began to tug furiously at his cock as he watched Ary play with her body. 

Ary opened her eyes for a moment, taking in the view of her naked roommate. His eyes were glued to her body, but eventually came up and met hers. She smiled and he blushed. Yet, he did not stop. He could not.

"That's so hot," she said, looking at him. 

"You like?" he asked.

"I like very much," she said. "You want to touch?"

Bora nodded, and reached his hand out to her. It rested on her nipple. Bora had never seen a woman with such large puffy nipples. He pushed them in against her breast and she let out an excited gasp. His other hand reached down towards her belly and onward to her vagina which was now wide open. She slid the two fingers that she was pushing into herself and let him take over. She loved the excitement he felt. She opened her legs wider and began to moan harder. 

She then got up onto her knees and bent over Bora and began to lick the tip of his penis. He had never had a woman lick the tip before and it felt fantastic. He let out a long moan as she began to lick at it faster. Her tongue wrapped around the top and moved up and down. She then pushed it under his foreskin and let it sit there for a moment. He was convulsing with pleasure as she pushed her tongue deeper underneath. She then let it pop out and slid it under again. Her soft hands reached for his testicles and began to lightly squeeze them. She then pushed her tongue into the hole at the tip of his cock and moved as far as she could get it. At that point he began to shoot ropes of sperm all over. His body was convulsing as he orgasmed like he had never orgasmed before. She was absolutely covered in his cum and smiled. She rubbed it against her body. 

At that moment the door opened and Botum busted in. His face was red. "You both failed the only test you had been given!" he said. "No sex!"

"Uhhhh I'm so sorry!" the Bora said, covering himself in the covers. Ary was still sitting on her knees, covered in Bora's sperm. 

"Put some clothes on and get out of here!" the older man yelled. 

The younger man jumped out of bed and his penis hung there, still dripping with sperm. He ran in the bathroom and closed the door.

"You have been very bad," Botum said to Ary, who smiled. She rubbed the sperm into her skin as Botum stared at her. The fact she did not care only drove him more crazy. "Of course you'd be in here masturbating," Botum said. "Today I could not stop thinking about you. That dress. Those tits." 

"These?" she said, puffing up her chest. 

"Yes, but we can't. They can't know," Botum said. 

Ary sat back and held out her leg towards Botum. She rubbed the side of his face with it. "I not finished," she said. Botum brushed his hand against her leg, feeling its smoothness. 

"You like it when I touch?" he said. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned.

"You like this?" he asked, moving his finger against her clit.

"I like very much," she said. 

"I can't be doing this with Bora here," he said. 

"Sex me," she said.

"I can't. He's here."

"Sex me," she said again louder.

Botum looked over his shoulder. Was Bora still in the bathroom? Maybe he left? Botum did not know. He moved his face towards Ary's gorgeous clit and touched his tongue against it. She let out a moan. His tongue pushed against it and began to move quicker. She opened her legs further apart and began to moan loudly. Very, very loudly.

It was loud enough so that the people walking by could hear it. As Botum's tongue moved against her clit quicker and with more force, she began to scream. The bathroom door opened and Bora stood there, still naked, masturbating once more to it all. Ary lifted her back off the bed and arched it as her whole body began to shake. Then, all that sexual energy she had built up exploded. Her vagina began to gush all over Botum's face. He did not move, but allowed her to cover him in her juices.  

Bora then began to shoot more of his sperm all over the floor in front of him. Rope after rope of warm cum flew across the room. His hand was covered in it and he rubbed it against his body. He was completely sticky from both of his orgasms and reveled in the feeling of it all. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Ary fell back on the bed. Her breathing was hard now. She was absolutely exhausted. Both men stared at her and then saw each other. Bora darted into the bathroom and quickly got dressed. When he emerged, Botum was gone.  

***

"What happened last night?" Chef Bill asked the next morning at work.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"I heard something about some big orgy down at the seaside cabins."

"Oh?" my ears perked up.

"The police were called. It got out of control."

"I don't know," I replied.

"The sex addicts group got in trouble for having sex with all the windows open, lights on. By the time the police arrived, there was a gang bang with at least fifteen of them in the cabin. They left." 

"Wow," I said. "You think that, with the curse on this place, sex addicts would not come here."

"Curse?" The chef said.

"What are you talking about?" Gorth asked.

"I was told that there is a sex curse on the land here. You never heard about that?" I replied.

"You're crazy. No. That's stupid," Gorth replied.

"It makes everyone extra horny. You have not felt anything?"

"I'm a gay man," Gorth said. "I'm always horny." 

"What about you, Chef?"

"I am a male. I'm always horny," he answered.

"But you have not been extra horny here?"

"I grew up here," the chef said. "And I like women. I'm always horny."

"Is this just to make yourself feel better for getting caught masturbating?" Gorth enquired.

"No!" I said. Why would you say that?! What an ass!

"I heard it was some orgy," Gorth said, changing the subject back to what happened last night. "There were three women and twelve guys there, all making rounds with each other. I feel bad for housekeeping. I guess the floors and beds are all covered in cum. One of the new ladies was sent in to scrub it all up."

"Oh, I imagine," the chef said. "I bet it's a mess in there."

"That had to be a lot of scrubbing," I joked. 

"At one point the orgy spilled out into the yard and a couple guys were sixty-nining in front of a family having a picnic. I imagine they are going to be spending some time in jail before being deported." 

"That's insane!" I said.

"We got a sixteen top coming in at noon," Gorth said. "Business Leaders of America leaders conference group. At three we have a seven top, The Vagina Riders of Omaha, a woman's motorcycle group. And tonight we just had a call for a reservation for twenty, Dads against Incest." 

"Sounds like a busy day," I said.

"We'd better make sure to do a lot of prep. Where's Clara?" The chef asked.

"I don't know. I have not seen her," Erika said. 

"She was supposed to be in an hour ago," the chef said, scowling. "I don't think she is going to last long here."

At that moment, the back door opened and Carla rushed in.

"I am here, sir. Sorry I'm late."

"You're an hour late! It's UNACCEPTABLE," the chef scolded.

"Sorry sir. Truck broke down. No cell signal. Won't happen again."

"Save it for Rhonda. We have some prepping to do!"

Episode 9: A Man Becomes a Ma'am

Disclaimer: 

The following is based on true events with elements of erotica added. It is intended for adult audiences. Similarities to real individuals is coincidental. Names and likenesses have been changed. Please read at your own risk. 

Table of Contents

Episode 1 - Arrival  Episode 2: He Saw My Penis! 

Episode 3: Bonfire and Beards Episode 4: Darkened Dong

Episode 5: Journey to Forks Episode 6: Lilliana

Episode 7: Dishpit Debauchery Episode 8: A Powerful Curse

Please sit back, relax, and enjoy Episode 9: A Man Becomes a Ma'am

****BEGIN CHAPTER****

"I messed up bad..."

"How so?" I asked

"I just did."

"What do you mean?"

"I just can't seem to do anything right," Clyde replied, hanging his head down. "These people look down on me."

"No...they don't..." I began. I knew I was lying. 

Actually, they do... you are an outsider here. Many of these people are from this area. They grew up here. This is THEIR world. That, or they are a part of a select few who figured out a way to fit in with those who have. You are in a small community. You are from the city. I am, too. We are outsiders and always will be here. Unless you are born in such a place, you will never truly fit in. Small towns are insular places. People like us don't belong in such places and never could hope to. The sooner we accept that, the easier this will all be. 

"Yes, they do," Clyde said. "I can't even crack a fu*king egg right."

"Either can I," I said, smiling.

"You're not a cook. You're a server."

He was right. What a predicament to be in.

"Give them time. Don't try so hard. Just be yourself." 

"I want to, but that scares me," he said. 

"It's scary to just be yourself. I know. But you will never have any sense of true happiness in this life until you do."

"I thought this place was different. I thought they accepted me because they hired a woman with a dick."

Acceptance is not thrown around so easily. They just let you in. That's not the same thing. 

"You call yourself Clyde, but that's a man's name. Are you a woman?"

"I can't use my female name here. They'd tear me apart."

"They would?" I asked. "I think you'll never feel free until you embrace every part of yourself. And if you don't make it here, then it's better to not make it for being yourself rather than not making it and pretending to be someone you're not. You'll find your place, even if it's not here, but don't pretend to be someone you are not."

Clyde thought for a moment, silent. Then he looked up and said, "I want to go by the name Clara. That's who I am. Clara."

"Then tell them. They will accept that. There's other transvestites...I mean transexuals...I mean shemales...I mean ladyboys....I mean transgenders here." I was still learning. Clyde gave me a strange look. I smiled. "You're going to be fine."

"I feel a bit better. Well, I'd better go back to work. Lunch is starting and if there's one thing I'm good at, it's making a burger!"

I smiled because today was the first time I wasn't horny in a long time. I had smudged my penis in the bathroom that morning. Sure, Gorth was angry because I got to the there first and he lost out on some precious shower time. He knocked on the door as the smoke from the $250 black sage enveloped itself around my seven-point-two-inch-when-hard penis. "What is that smell?" he shouted. 

"I don't know," I said, "it must be from downstairs." The bathroom looked like a scene from Cheech and Chong's "Up in Smoke" when I came out. "They may need to send someone up, because it seems that the smoke is coming in the bathroom." I walked out confidently, carrying my lighter and black sage with me. 

"Motherf*cker," Gorth mumbled as I walked out. I had a huge grin on my face and it was be-u-ti-ful beyond words! 

The door slammed a few minutes later, and it was by that slamming that I knew that Gorth didn't have the time he needed for the precious shower that he probably craved. I don't know why it tickled me so, but after his lack of movement in the restaurant, I figured he probably had no sweat to wash off anyway. 

Life was looking good.  Real good. 

But then I remembered that the general manager, Patricia, was looking for me. I had never really talked to her, and from what I knew, she was a pretty serious individual. 

I heard she was deported from Australia for punching a kangaroo 

I worked at two, and it was about time for me to go in when I caught Clara on break. Lunch would be busy today. A large group from Cambodia was coming in. They were a part of a South East Asian Sex Addicts Anonymous group and they had high expectations for the lodge. I imagined that they had chosen the wrong place, given the curse that was placed upon the land. At first I did not believe it, but the black sage had helped a lot. I had even seen a scantly clad woman slither into the mercantile earlier, and such a scene would have had my penis standing at attention, but today it wouldn't even budge. Powerful!

"She punched a motherfuckin' kangaroo right in the fuckin' face man! In the face!" Clyde...I mean Clara, had told me. 

"No way!"

"Way! And now she's looking for you!"

So, yeah. I was a bit afraid. 

I had hoped that this would not affect my shift. I was told that I would get the big table today and I was quite excited at the idea of having a group that was "at least twenty mix-gendered hard-core sex addicts who had crossed the sea for healing." 

Shortly after Clara went back, I made my way across the street and into the restaurant to report for work. 

"Patricia was looking for you," Gorth said, with a huge smile. "I think it's about your little bathtime."

"Oh?" I said, trying to not look as terrified as I felt.

"Yeah, you might want to go find her before your shift starts."

"I just clocked in though. My shift just started."

"Between me and you, you'd better pray for a write up. She's going to go all down under on your ass, if you know what I mean."

The kangaroo!

"Uh, she probably just needs me to massage her bunions or something,"  said, joking.

"She's going to rip you apart," Gorth said. "And after today's little smoke out in the bathroom, I'm totally here for it."

I decided it was best to face the music rather than hear Gorth revel in my impending demise. So I gathered my courage and marched boldly across the street. 

Game over. It was a good run. I finally get this penis problem fixed and all the sudden hell breaks lose. Okay, I can deal with this. There's plenty of jobs out there and I saved enough to find a new one. Besides, it's not like there are no other restaurants in the world. 

"Hey!" Patricia said, smiling at me. She was muscular with short blond hair. She definitely worked out. That poor kangaroo. 

"Hi," I said. I may have been shaking.

"Could you follow me to my office?" She said. I knew I was dead. It was done. I was grave gravy.

I walked down what seemed like a never ending hall. 

"I heard about the dishwasher thing," she said as I shut the door behind me. 

"You did?"

"Yes, and I must say that's really something I don't see a lot of."

"Yeah... I had a really hard morning..."

"That makes it all the more impressive," she said, opening her drawer.

"Well, Gorth had the shower and I had sat in poison ivy and..."

"I have this for you," she said. I expected her to pull out some brass knuckles or a machete. Instead it was a small token.

"Rhonda told me you stepped up and did some dishes and then cleaned up the mess even though you had no idea how to run the machine, and we appreciate it when a server is willing to help in the back of the house. So here's a token of our appreciation."

"Really?" I said. "I thought you..."

She smiled.

"Nevermind," I said.  "Thank you!"

I turned to walk out with a huge grin on my face.

"Oh, one more thing. If you ever need to use a bath, there's one in the suite upstairs. You get a discount on the room. I recommend it. That dish pit sink is a bit small and uncomfortable."

She knew!

Gorth seemed more than perturbed that I came back alive. "What did she want?" He asked. 

"Nothing much. She just wanted to give me this," I said, holding up the token.

He gritted his teeth and quickly folded a napkin. 

Now I could sit back and relax. My penis had been smudged. I wasn't going to be fired. I was actually rewarded, and Gorth was actually doing something. What a day!

But things were not so happy in the back. Diamanta and Clara had got in a little fight over a well done hamburger. 

"The ticket says 'well done' on it," Diamanta said, pointing to the ticket. "And that order was thirty five minutes ago!" she yelled.

The chef was in the back, slathering cream filling into tomorrow's french toast. His ears perked up.

"Thirty five minutes?" he said, stepping onto the line. "For a burger?"

"Well done," Clara said. "But I don't see the ticket."

"It's right here!" Diamanta yelled, pointing. 

"I thought I got that one out...shit," Clara said.

"What's going on? A well done burger shouldn't take thirty five minutes to make," Chef Bill replied.

"I got it," Clara said.

"You obviously don't. Look at these ticket times! This one was forty minutes ago for a kid's mac and cheese!"

"I was getting to that. I'm alone in here."

"You told me you had twenty years of restaurant experience. You can't crack a fu*king egg. You can't run a grill and make macaroni at the same time. Come on! What's going on?"

"I didn't see the ticket sir."

"It's right fu*king in front of you!"

"I see it now sir." 

"Where did that other burger go?"

"I don't know. Maybe Gorth took it."

"Gorth is hosting today," Diamanta said.

"I thought Ivy was hosting," Clara said.

"She is too. They both are."

"Fu*k," Chef Bill said. "I can't do this. I can't. Not today." 

"Sorry sir."

I felt bad for Clara. But I also knew that Diamanta needed that well done burger or her guests were going to ab-so-lu-te-ly freak out. At that moment Ivy walked up to me and informed me that the Cambodian Sex Addicts Anonymous group of twenty two were arriving. 

"Twenty two sex addicts! Wow!"

"The world is full of them," Gorth said, folding a napkin slowly. "I'd know. I sleep next to one." 

I saged my pecker you nasty little creep. How dare you!

I had no time to argue my own sexual insecurities. I had to get my guests some water and greet them.

"Hi, I'm Dmitry. Welcome. Please let me know if you have any questions about our menu."

"I have question," an older Cambodian man said in a thick east Asian accent.

"Yes?"

"You have burger. You have fish. Why small menu. Online you have Salmon bacon sandwich."

"Oh, our online menu has been replaced with a more streamlined menu that the chef has curated in order to offer you the two items that he has perfected over his career."

"Your chef only good at two things?"

"Our dinner menu is bigger. We also have a couple salads."

"We didn't come all the way from Asia for salad," the old man said. "Fine," he added. "Give us a minute."

I made my way to the back of the house while the group deliberated. "The group of twenty two is here," I said.

"Twenty two? F*ck," Clara said. 

"You didn't know about the twenty two top? They are the sex addicts group from Cambodia."

"They are going to want meat," Diamanta said.

"Yeah, that's what they told me," I said. 

After a few minutes I returned to their table. The twenty two had set their menus down and were talking to each other. I noticed that there were three women with the nineteen men. I wondered if these women were thirst traps. It was a good thing that I was not in my former state, as one of the women looked extra yummy. She wore a thin white blouse and her cleavage was out and about so to speak. You could almost make out the outline of her nipple and her camel toe (she was obviously not wearing undergarments), but the sage had protected me from getting aroused by such things. I noticed some of the other guys stealing glances at her from time to time, and I imagined that she was probably going to drive them crazy before this little vacation ended. 

"Are you ready to order?" I asked.

"They nodded."

"Do you think your chef can add bacon to my burger?" the same older man from earlier asked.

"We can. In fact, bacon is really good on the burgers. I recommend it."

"We will all have a burger with bacon and a side salad with ranch."

"All of you?"

They nodded.

"How would you like your burger cooked?"

"On the grill," the older man said. Everyone nodded in agreement. 

"I mean, do you want it medium, well done? somewhere in the middle."

"Well done," the older man said. "All well done."

Shit

"Okay," I said. Twenty two burgers, well done, salads with ranch as the side. Any drinks?"

"Water." 

"Okay, I'll have that out soon." I looked down and noticed one of the men was looking at porn on his phone. 

It wasn't too difficult to enter the order into the computer and send it back to the kitchen. But what was difficult was to hear the fear in Clara's voice when she picked up the ticket. 

"Chef. I am going to need you!" Clara yelled.

"I can't. I can't. I can't."

"You can," I said. "You can do this. Just one thing at a time. They are all the same."

"But there is only room on the grill for 16 burgers and they are all well done."

"What's going on here?" the chef asked.

"Twenty two well done burgers sir."

"That's nothing. Just throw them all on the grill" 

"There's only room for 16 sir."

"I can fit 100 burgers on this thing," the Chef said. "Don't be such a pussy."

"How sir? Isn't that against health code?"

"Don't ask stupid questions, Clyde."

I looked at Clara and mouthed to her, "tell him your name."

"It's Clara, sir."

"What?" the Chef said.

"It's Clara. My name is Clara."

"What the f*ck? We're here to cook."

"Yes sir."

The chef began to stack burgers as close together as they could fit. There's no way he could have fit more than 30.

"Did you cut your dick off too?" Chef Bill said, squeezing meat together.

"No sir. I am a woman now sir," Clara said, with a small hint of confidence in her voice. It was beautiful.

"And I'm a f*ckin' springer spaniel," the chef replied, rolling his eyes. 

"I now identify as Clara. It is who I was born to be. Who I am meant to be."

"We're here to cook!"

"I am cooking, sir."

"We have a ten top walking in!" Gorth said. "I'm going to take this one," he added. 

"Ten?" Clara said.

"Ten," the Chef growled, gritting his teeth. "It's game time!" A 'Satanic' look flashed on his face as he turned the heat up on the grill. 

"We can do this," Clara said. "We got this."

"Of course we got this! I am a trained chef with over thirty years of restaurant experience! I could single handedly handle the kitchen on the Titanic."

"Even if it was sinking?" Clara said, smiling.

"I'll sink you if you don't shut up and cook!" the chef yelled.

"Yes sir."

It was about to get a lot more ugly. You see, Gorth's table was a group of vegans who had some pretty big substitutions that they needed to be made. And the chef loathed substitutions of any kind.

"They want burgers, fish and chips, and salads," Gorth said.

"No problem," the chef said.

"But they are vegan. The burgers with no patties. Can you put the fries in the burgers. Fish and chips with extra chips instead of fish. And two have a tomato allergy, so they are getting the salad..."

"NO SUBSTITUTIONS!" The chef said. "I told you that before!"

"They are vegan!" 

"I don't give a f*ck if they are the president of the United States!"

"Is there a problem here?" a familiar voice echoed. It was Rhonda. "I heard there was some tension in the kitchen. They could hear it at the front desk."

"No, everything is calm as cookies and cream," the chef said, smiling.

"Is it?" Rhonda said. Clara flashed a terrified grin.

"I only answer to Patricia, not to you," the chef said. "Your authority does not extend to me. I am the chef of this establishment, and a chef with over thirty years of experience!" His voice got a lot louder as he spoke. 

"He could cook for the Titanic single handedly," Clara said.

The chef flashed a sadistic look that made Clara wince, regretting what she just said.

"This ship is sinking," Rhonda said. "And it's my job to bring it afloat again, got it?"

"So are we going to serve the vegans?" Gorth asked.

"Yes, we are," Rhonda said. "Enter the order."

***

"That was the worst day of my life," Clara said. 

"But you did amazing, and you stood up to the chef," I said, sitting on one of the uncomfortable break room couches. "It's over now."

"Yes. I'm done here. The chef is going to see to it that I am fired."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Today was a disaster. The chef wanted to kill me. I could see that look in his eye. And did you see the look on his face when Carla told Gorth to enter that vegan order?"

"You made it through. The chef would be like that with anyone. He seems to really like you."

Okay, that was an obvious lie. But there was something about Carla that the chef was drawn to, and I didn't quite understand it yet. 

"He doesn't want me here. He told me that."

"When?"

"After you left. He took me into his office," Clara said.

"What happened?"

"He said that he didn't believe that I had a penis. That I should show him it. That I should let him touch it to see if it was real. I said no. He said yes. I said no sir, you're not touching my penis. He said then you're not going to work here much longer. I said I'd tell Patricia. He said if I did he'd find me and I'd never be able to eat anything without a straw. I'm scared of him. He's a bad man." 

"Wow. That's intense," I said in disbelief. "Are you sure he said all that?"

"Who would lie about such a thing?"

"I'm shocked," I said.

"I am too," Clara said. "I thought this place was different."

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I don't know if I'm going to come back."

"You're going to just quit? And let him win?"

"Men like him always win," Clara said.

"They don't have to," I said.

"But they do," Clara replied.

"Not this time," I said. "We can't allow that to happen this time. You got to go to Patricia."

"I don't want to eat through a straw."

"Don't worry. The chef knows he's in a bad place. He's grasping at straws now."

"I don't know. I'll think about it."

"Good. We can do this. I promise."

"Okay..."

I hope that you are enjoying Episode 9. I know this episode probably brought out a lot of feelings. This was a tough time for many of us, and many of the things I forgot about came back when writing this. 

I did see that the Cambodian Sex Addicts Anonymous group left a review on Yelp, so I am posting it here:

We're a group of Cambodian sex addicts who came far for lunch at the lodge. We each ordered a burger with bacon and salad. The burgers were okay. They were not cooked well done. Mine was pink in the middle. I asked for well done. Not happy about the pink, but the bacon was very good. Salad was good too. We liked the ranch dressing. Best ranch dressing we have had ever. Server was nice. Cook came out and asked how our burgers were. We lied and said good. Should have told the truth. 

The meal was good but the ambiance was lacking. We could hear fighting coming from the kitchen the entire time. The chef seems like an angry man. Lots of cussing coming from his mouth. Lots of profanity that doesn't belong in a restaurant. There were also lots of staff but lots of people waiting for tables. One staff member was just sitting there folding napkins the whole time. Not a good look! 

Went to take a dump while waiting for our food. Long wait. Way too long. Bathroom was nice. Good toilet. Big bowl. All fit with one flush. No squat toilet like in Cambodia. Seat could use cushion though. Had a five star poop.

Got back to the restaurant and server still folding napkins. Line at the door. Was going to order dessert but it took so long to get the burgers. Almost an hour. Burgers should not take so long. We made it simple so it would be fast. Menu is so small. We are sex addicts. We are used to bigger menus. We need variety. This is not a place for a sex addict. Good if you only want burgers and fish. Not good if you want chicken or shrimp. Need bigger menu and to also put that server to work. Two stars. 

Establishment Reply

We are glad you came in for lunch. Thank you for your review. We are so happy that you enjoyed the bacon and that your server was friendly. We are happy that the Ranch was to your liking. We make the ranch in-house. 

I am sorry to hear about the burgers being undercooked. We will discuss that with the cooks and fix it going forward. Thank you for bringing it to our attention. We are also sorry about anything you heard from the kitchen. Kitchens can be pretty stressful places, but it does not excuse the chef's choice of language or the volume of his speech.

We are glad to hear that the cook came out to check on you! We care about our guest's satisfaction. Likewise, we are glad to hear that the bathroom was up to your standards. We make sure that our porters keep them extra clean! 

We are working on lowering the time it takes for food to be finished. While we prefer quality over quickness, we do acknowledge that an hour is excessive. If you come in for dessert, please know that our desserts are finished quickly so that you can enjoy them right away. We were very happy to serve the Cambodian Sex Addicts Anonymous group and hope that you come back for another visit to see how we improved. 

Episode 8: A Powerful Curse

Disclaimer: 

The following is based on true events with elements of erotica added. It is intended for adult audiences. Similarities to real individuals is coincidental. Names and likenesses have been changed. Please read at your own risk. 

Episode 1: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/arrival-at-rugged-laycock-lodge-episode.html 

Episode 2: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-2-he-saw-my-penis.html

Episode 3: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-3-bonfire-and-beards.html

Episode 4: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-4-darkened-dong.html

Episode 5: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-5-journey-to-forks.html

Episode 6: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-6-lilliana.html

Episode 7: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-7-dishpit-debauchery.html

***

A powerful Indian curse was placed upon this land. Everyone is horny. Smudge that dick! 

I shot up out of bed. Gorth and the gang were all in deep slumber. Snores played like musical cacophony. I looked at my phone. 4:44 am. My alarm would go off in less than a minute. I had to shower, shave, and trim my pubic hair. I don't know why I was trimming it, but I had not grown pubic hair in years. Ever since I was a child. I just never liked the feel of it. Being soft and smooth down there was always my thing. 

I made my way down to the shower to do those things and parts of my dream kept coming back to me. I imagined the smoke from the sage wrapping around my penis. At first it felt good -- the member spasming as if it was about to shoot sperm. But then it fell off. It just broke off and shriveled up and died. I looked down in horror, picking it up and began to sob uncontrollably. That's when I awoke.

I didn't want to work today. I was starting to love my job, and the money was good, but I needed what Gorth would call a "mental health day." I needed to talk to that man on the bus again. I needed to make my way north to buy some sage. I had done my research, and found a little metaphysical shop called Alkemy Explorations in Port Angeles. The facebook page said that they stocked sage, and I was all too excited to get my hands on some and put this nasty curse behind me. I wanted to work, make money, and live my life. I was tired of the compulsive masturbation and sexual thoughts that were bringing me to ruin. I did not come here for this purpose. And with what happened yesterday in the dish pit, I was in danger of getting fired. 

"Yeah, I'm not going to be able to come in today," I told the lady at the front desk. This one was a firecracker. She had shaved her head and gave me a side eye that made me feel like a skunk. 
"You don't sound sick," she said.
"It's a MENTAL HEALTH DAY!" I replied. I maybe sounded perturbed. I felt bad.

"Do what you have to do. I'll tell them, but you know, you could just walk across the foyer and tell them yourself."
"Nah, I don't want to do that," I said, slipping out the sliding glass door that lead to the beach. 

The bus would arrive soon, and I waited for it at the bus shelter on the opposite side of the mercantile store. 

I hope he's on it today... 

Before long, the bus came speeding around the bend. The driver opened the door and motioned for me to board. He was a in a hurry due to all the construction in the area that had made the bus run behind schedule. He was also covered in sweat and I wondered what else had transpired. To my relief, the old guy with the pony tail was sitting near the back and I made my way towards him. He was the only person on the bus, and he recognized me from the day before.

"It's a good thing you missed the show," he said. 

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yeah. A couple hippie girls wanted to practice their... you know what. I'm not going to even talk about it."

Cunnlingus? 

It didn't matter. I wasn't here for that. I was here to find out what was going on with the Indian curse. 

"The other day you told me there was a Native American curse put on the land here. Could you tell me more please?"

"Cunnlingus," he said. 

"What?" I said. 

"That's what they wanted to practice. I forgot the word." He smiled. "I should tell you my name. It's Rodney. And you are?"

"I'm Dmitry," I said. 

"Dmitry," he said slowly. "Listen carefully"

"Many years ago, two white men came to the nearby reservation in search of food and shelter from the winter rain. But when they saw the chief's daughter they bit off more than they could chew. They tried to get her alone and once they did, they were about to take a turn with her, but the chief emerged at the moment they were about to enter into her, and they bolted into the dense rainforest completely naked.

"They were tracked and hunted by the natives for a week in the forest. The natives here are experts at finding people in the woods, and they were perplexed at how these two white men evaded them. In fact, it bothered them all greatly. But what happened next was something that would shake them to the core. The white men emerged again and tried to rape her once more! The tribal people followed the men again through the forest, but could not catch the men and eventually lost them. When they returned to their village, they were seen as failures. How could these two outsiders evade them? The chief was furious and consulted with his medicine man. The medicine man said that the only way to fight someone was to exploit their weakness.

'The white man is a horny man.His penis rules him. His brain is in his nut sack. He craves sex and sex only. He will take it from who he can. Let's turn up that craving. Let's make it unbearable.'

'Every man,' the chief instructed, 'who is not tribal, who sets foot in these forests, shall be put under the curse.'

'Every man and woman who are not tribal,' the medicine man said in agreement. 'So shall it be. I will imbue the curse in a physical talisman that shall end the curse if broken. Only when it becomes too much for us to bear, then the talisman shall be destroyed.'

It is said that the talisman is somewhere here amongst the tribes of the coast. It is also said that the closer one gets to the talisman, the hornier they become."

The curse has spread on the trees, the grasses, the animals and the tides. It is a part of the land. It seeps in deeper each year. It's power grows. One day it shall be too much. 

"Later on it was discovered that the men had fallen off a cliff in their escape and their bodies washed ashore at an island in the distance that is now known as Destruction Island because it is where they met their destruction. Yet, it was too late. The curse had already been in place and was not to be broken."

I smiled. All this seemed so absurd. But even I had to admit that I had been feeling it lately. 

"Sh*t," Rodney said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's those girls again. They got off the bus a while back but they must have hitchhiked and passed us when we turned into the lodge," Rodney replied. He then yelled to the bus driver, "you're not going to let them back on, are you?"

"I have to," the driver said with a grin on his face. "Transit rules say I have to let everyone on who could provide the driver with a round of pleasure."

"Ohhh, fancy seeing you again, you big ol' hunk," one of the women said as she climbed on the bus. "I just love this big fat thick girthy bus." She was wearing fishnet tights and a short skirt and a crimson red tank top. Her lips were bright red and she had long black hair with purple highlights. She was perhaps in her early 30s. You could tell her nipples were pierced as she wore no bra and the tanktop pushed against them with an intense fervor.

The other girl was older and had a 'sexy grandma' look she was going for but not quite reaching. She had grey-blonde hair and wore tight crotchless spandex pants. Yes, you could see her big hairy mound and she reeked of a bit too much cheap perfume. 

"Our ride didn't want to play," the older woman said, with a pouty tone. "He was some serious native guy." 

"We're really horny still, if that's okay," the younger woman said. She then looked at me. "Looks like we have a new rider," she said. "Want to see a little show?"

"Now transit rules say..." the driver began.

"NO!" Rodney said. "Just keep driving!"

"I'm going to show you how to lick a beaver," the younger woman said, laughing. 

I thought of the Beaver tails I used to get at the fair. But I'm sure that this woman had something else in mind. 

"What are the rules for riding the bus completely butt-ass naked?" the same woman asked the driver.

"Transit rules encourage it," he said, smiling. "In fact, it may be a law soon that all women must abide by." 

"Good, it's way too hot on this bus for clothing," and with that she ripped off her clothes, decimating her tights and throwing them towards the driver who had installed a much bigger rearview mirror than before. I also noticed there were many cameras around the bus, some branded with an OnlyFans logo. 

"Oh, you're such a little slut!" the older woman said. "I love my little slut!"

"Come here Patty!" the younger one said. "Come get your beaver!"

"Oh I'm so ready for a little woodland snack!" she replied, getting on her knees. The bus hit a bump in the road and we all bounced. "Mmmmm.. wild ride. I love it."

"Beaver needs a lickin'!" 

"Beaver going to get a long lickin'!"

"Mmmmmmmmmm that feels so good!" 

"It tastes so good!!"

I just sat there, watching it as if I could not turn away. I felt some strange feeling coming over me, and although I would have been disturbed by this scene at one point, I actually found it somewhat enjoyable to watch. I had never imagined that Rodney could be right, but now I was seeing that what was going on before me was not at all normal. 

***

"Do you want to see how I flip an Egg?" Clyde asked. His large hands were shaking and there was a bit of sweat on his brow forming. 

"Why not?" Erica said. 

"I take it like this and whoops! It would seem I got some shell in it it!" Clyde said. The chef gave him a side eye glance. "It's hot in here, isn't it?" He smiled as best as he could, but the mishap bothered him.

"Rica, you been working here a while?"

"It's Erica, with an E," she said.

"Oh, yes, of course," Clyde replied. 

There was a certain hidden tension that existed between the both of them, that was apparent at the start. 

"Clyde, I need you to come back to the office for a bit," the chef said. Clyde followed. I liked how he (or was Clyde a she? I didn't know yet) cracked jokes that were only appreciated by very few in the kitchen and front of house staff. What a vibe this individual had!

Gorth seemed immediately in love, but would not admit it. He kept making little mistakes whenever Clyde would emerge. There was a certain level of intrigue present, but I think that he was put off by the fact that he did not know what gender Clyde was. 

Clyde loved Gorth's bushy beard. "It is a thing of beauty, and that dark brooding vibe. HAWT!"

But the chef was starting to wonder if he had hired the right person for the job. Clyde kept breaking eggs and that was starting to piss the chef off something awful. 

"When I hired you, I thought you could cook an egg," the chef said. "Well, can you or can't you?"

"I can sir," Clyde said. "I can cook the best damn egg this side of Tucson." 

"Then DO IT," Chef Bill said. "And enough of the f*cking jokes!"

"Yes sir!"

***

"Lick it! Lick it! Lick it!" she cried.

"Mmmm... Yes Wanda.  it tastes so good!" Patty said.

"I have something welling up inside of me that you are going to LOVE the taste of!" 

"Oh I can't wait!" 

***

"Rica, I ruined another egg. F*ck!"

"I told you it's not Rica, it's Erica!"

"Sorry, I'm trying."

"Please, try harder."

"All of this is difficult. Names. Eggs. The heat..."

***

"You are soooooo good at this!" Wanda said. "I'm about to squirt!"

"No! Not on the bus!" the driver yelled looking back.

Patty's tongue was jammed deep inside Wanda at this point and she wiggled around with such intensity that it didn't even look natural. 

"Too f*cking late!!!" Wanda screamed as liquid came shooting out of her vagina. I watched in awe. It just kept coming like a dam had broke. It was beyond-words-beautiful. The whole bus reeked of it. I wondered if the cameras were streaming the scene. If so, the driver had to be making serious cash at this point. What a gig! 

"Shit!" The driver said, pulling over. "I can't have this!" 

***

"Another egg. I don't know what's wrong with me today." 

"I'm sorry, but are you a cook or a dumbass?" The chef said. 

"I'm trying," Clyde said. "Rica, how do you get these eggs to crack like you do?"

"I told you over and over again that my name is not Rica! It's ERICA!"

"Listen, I'm new here! I'm trying."

"You are NOT trying!  It is MY name!"

***

"We all gotta scrub this up before we get to Forks," the driver said. "I have a bus inspection coming up and if they see this I'm done." 

"That felt so amazing," Wanda said, laying on her back on the floor completely naked. She was breathing hard while lightly rubbing her clit at this point. "So so amazing. Mmmmm..."

"My turn!" Patty said. 

"You already had two orgasms today!" Wanda scolded. 

"But I didn't get a squirt in like that!" Patty replied, pouting. 

"It's not my fault you have a harder time squirting. It comes natural for some of us and others need more practice," Wanda said, moving her fingers around her clit. "I don't want this feeling to end," she said, pushing two of her fingers deeper into her vagina. 

"You just orgasmed!" the bus driver said. "We have cleaning to do!"

***

"We need to clean this mess up," Chef Bill said, looking at the egg yolk that was dripping off the side of the stove.

"I'm on it sir," Clyde said. 

"This is a disaster," the chef said. "Clean this up and then we need to talk in my office." 

"Yes sir," Clyde said, wiping the egg. Some plopped on the floor and Clyde pushed it under the oven with his shoe. 

***

At this point both women were laying on the floor of the bus fingering themselves while the driver cleaned up the ground with his spare work shirt. Rodney and I just sat there looking out the window, wondering when the bus was going to start moving again. 

"There's something about when this bus passes any of the reservations that drives people crazy," Rodney said. 

"I'm so dead. I'm so going to get fired for this!" the driver said, about to break down. "I can't lose this job. I can't."

The women ignored him, just rolling around the remainder of Wanda's juices and fingering themselves as if nobody cared. 

***

"I can make an egg. I don't know what's going on Chef. I am just off my game today."

"I need you to figure this out as soon as possible. You told me you had a lot of experience. What kind of cook doesn't know how to make a f*cking egg?!"

"I am going to try a lot harder sir."

"So, do you have a dick or what?" the chef asked.

"I beg your pardon?"

"What are you? A man or a woman?" 

"I'm Clyde, chef."

"You have a dick in there?"

"Yeah. But that has little to do with cooking," Clyde said.

"It has EVERYTHING to do with cooking!"

"I don't see how." 

"I want you to stop trying to be witty and do your job," the chef snapped. "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. When I say jump, you say how f*cking high! When I say 'do you have a dick' you say yes or no. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Well, do you have a dick or not?"

"Yes sir."

"Good! Now get back to work!"

***

After switching buses and making my way to Port Angeles, I found the shop known as Alkemy Explorations. It was a small store tucked in with some restaurants near the pier. The woman inside was friendly and I asked her about buying some sage. She pointed out a small bunch. "It's ethically sourced, which is important," she said. I nodded. 

"How much?"

"$17," she said. More than an hour's wages...

"What are you using it for?"

"To smudge..." I said, trailing off. 

"What do you need to smudge," she said, looking at me with a smile. 

"Um, it's just for... you know...general smudging." 

"If this is for your penis, it's not going to work," she said. 

"How'd you know?"

"You smell like sex," she said. "You were down south. I have a good nose. Come with me to the back."

She moved a tapestry aside and there was a small door behind it. I had to crouch to get through. 

"I hide the powerful stuff back here. That stuff up front is child's play. Fantasy. Make believe. This is the real stuff." 

My eyes moved across shelves holding tinctures, animal bones, herbs, potions, incantation scrolls, and a jar with black sage in it. "This is the one," she said, grabbing it. "This sage will remove the curse each time you burn it. But be aware that it only lasts one day per burn, so use it wisely."

"How much?"

"The bunch is $500," she said. My jaw dropped. "I know, it's not cheap," she added.

"Does the other stuff work?"

"Not really. For some it's like a placebo. But worthless for most." 

"Is there any way you'd give me a discount?" I asked.

"I can't do that. We already sell this marginally above cost. But I can give you a smaller bunch. We have one about half the size I could give you for $250." 

"Okay," I said. "I'll take it!"

"Now, when you smudge, make sure your entire penis is covered in the smoke. Don't be shy. You'll be tempted to conserve the sage, but if you don't use enough it won't work. The entire dong has to be covered in smoke for enough time to really let it in the pores. A little too much is better than not enough."

I was bummed at the amount of money I had to spend to get the sage, but I was happy to have some kind of weapon to protect me from getting in trouble. I figured this was an investment into my job security. Rhonda would have no means to fire me if I could just leave my penis alone. 

On my way home I stopped by a little coffee stand in Forks for what was to become my new favorite drink. An iced white chocolate peanut butter coffee with whipped cream. It was like a dream dancing upon my tongue. I savored every drop and then took the whipped cream and let it linger in my mouth before swallowing it. It was absolutely divine!

I was so excited to meet Clyde and would soon hear all the stories from his first day of work. I am sure that having a transgender cook was going to make everything beautiful in the world, and I was ready for that. Soon I would find out for myself!

***

"How was your first day?" Gorth asked Clyde as they both sat in the break room.

"Fine....no...Actually shitty."

(That's when I walked in)

Clyde was tall, pale, and had a look of quiet sincerity on his...or was it a her...face. I didn't know. It was all so new for me. My heart beat so fast. Clyde looked at me, smiled, and said, "hey."

"Hey," I said. "I'm Dmitry." I reached my hand out to shake Clyde's but tripped over a chair. 

Wow, stupid I thought. Not the best first impression. There was a part of me that long dreamed of being transgender. 

"I have heard a lot about you," Clyde said.

"You have?"

"Of course, you are something of a legend in the kitchen." 

"I am?"

"I hear you take baths in the dish pit." 

"Oh...who told you that?"

"Everyone knows about it."

"Even Rhonda?"

"Even Patricia!"

"The General Manager?"

"Yeah. They were looking for you today."

"Great..."

"Well, my day sucked so I'm going to go home and wail in my sorrows," Clyde said. "See you tomorrow. I'll tell you about it then. I have to practice cracking some eggs!"

"I guess so," I said, thinking about what was in store for me. Maybe it was too late for the sage.

"Oh, and Rica can be a real bitch, just between us," Clyde said, winking.

"Rica?"

"The cook."

Episode 7: Dishpit Debauchery

Disclaimer: 

The following is based on true events with elements of erotica added. It is intended for adult audiences. Similarities to real individuals is coincidental. Names and likenesses have been changed. Please read at your own risk. 

Episode 1: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/arrival-at-rugged-laycock-lodge-episode.html 

Episode 2: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-2-he-saw-my-penis.html

Episode 3: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-3-bonfire-and-beards.html

Episode 4: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-4-darkened-dong.html

Episode 5: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-5-journey-to-forks.html

Episode 6: https://laycocklodge.blogspot.com/2024/09/episode-6-lilliana.html

***

I never felt such trepeditation or excitement in my life. Here I was, chasing down this van as it rounded the corner. In the distance the ocean looked glorious. Sparkling yet enigmatic. And tonight I would propose to the woman of my dreams. Earlier this morning I had took her order. Lilliana took over but she was now powerless from taking what would be mine: Dawn.

The van came to a stop at one of the prime oceanfront cabins. Dawn opened the door and her naked leg glistened in the sun. I pictured her, walking along the path to Irely Lake compltely nude, and taking a dip in the cool mountain water. Her delicious breasts floating up to the surface while she swam around, not giving one damn if any park ranger came upon her. Strength in numbers, as their leader proclaimed. I wonder how many of those nudists looked at her, dreaming of giving her a good boning. How I wished I was there, but I would have had a hard time hiding my enthusiasm from the rest of the group. 

The old man spilled out from the driver's seat of the van, and gave me a scowl. I wanted to flip him the bird, but resisted. I was not here to make a scene. I was here to get engaged. It was now or never. I walked confidently up to Dawn, got on one knee, and said, "Dawn, I know that this isn't what you expected after a long nude swim in Irely lake, but I feel that this is destiny. Will you marry me?"

I felt every eye on me. The old man was probably gritting his teeth, but I did not care one bit. I waited for what seemed an eternity before Dawn finally said, "Yes! I will marry you!" 

I could not contain my excitement. I jumped up and hugged her tight. "Meet me near the campground early, before my shift. At four AM, before the sun rises. Please. There is nobody there, and I want to watch the sun rise with you!" She said yes. She said yes!

***

The moon was high above the ocean and I sat in the ferns of the campsite waiting for Dawn. It was now 4:03 and I knew she had to emerge any moment. I decided to take off my clothing and wait for her to arrive. I'd be naked. After all, she was a nudist, and she would understand such primal desires. She would also be my wife, and we would live a life without clothing as much as possible. I imagined her coming upon me, and seeing my body, and wanting to make love to me. It would be beautiful. 

Yet, time moved forward and the moon hovered over the ocean as the sun was about to rise in the east. At five o'clock I wondered if she would ever come. Eventually, reality hit me, and I knew that it was all just a very vivid dream. I don't know when the previous day ended and the fantasy merged with sleep, but I felt like a complete idiot now. Here I was, naked waiting for someone who obviously would have never said yes to marriage with a guy she had just met. I realized that perhaps I was going crazy. Perhaps this place leads to some kind of insanity. Yet, here I was, naked amongst the ferns, with the wind on my body. I was cold but aroused. I decided to not waste this moment. I would play the fantasy out and imagine her coming towards me, climbing on top of me, and wrapping her legs around me with her arms wrapped around me. I was going to make love to that woman one way or another, and it would be in my mind. 

I pictured her, on top of me, back to me, facing upwards, as I held her breasts and kissed her neck. Her face looked upward towards the moonlight. She wiggled and orgasmed as I fondled her clitoris and squeezed her right breast, pulling at her erect nipple. Then I exploded deep within her. Absolute magic. 

After an intense orgasm that sadly spilled on the ground instead of in my dream wife's vagina, I stood up and began to feel a powerful need to itch. I began to scratch my butt and realized that my legs were also burning up. I began to itch them furiously. In fact, my whole backside was now stinging and to my horror, I realized that I had laid in some kind of poison ivy or similar plant! I quickly dressed through the excruciating pain and made my way back to the cabin as fast as possible.

When I reached the room I was desperate to shower and scrub it all off me. Yet, to my horror, the shower was being used. Inside, I heard Gorth moaning to his own morning fantasy. I knew he was not going to be out any time soon and I needed to shower now. But there was no way to do so! Then I had an idea. There was ONE way! I never imagined it would come to this. I grabbed my work uniform and ran out, across the street, and to the kitchen. At this point everything was burning. I tore my clothing off, throwing it on the floor by the salad table, and climbed onto the dish sink and flopped in. I started the warm water and put some disinfectant into it. I began to scrub myself furiously. 

Here I was, completely naked in the kitchen! It felt good to be in the water, but the film from the ivy was still on my skin. I made my way to the spray nozzle and climbed onto the metal counter where the dishes were prepared to go into the dish washing machine itself. I allowed the spray to slap against my body. I aimed it into my buttcrack and felt the pressure of the spray to give me the ultimate enima! 

Every. Time. I. Masturbate. Here. I. Regret. It! 

Then, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a woman standing behind me, mouth wide open, jaw dropped, taking the whole scene in. Her eyes could not avert themselves from the image of me, propping myself up, with the nozzle jammed halfway up my butt. 

Diamanta was what her name tag said. It was wife of the man I had met on the bus. She wore large glasses and had dark black hair. On her fingers were many rings. One shined brightly with a large red gem. A ruby. She looked different than I imagined her. Younger. Prettier. And I was so embarrassed! In fact, this was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. 

"I got poison ivy on me," I said.

"I... I... I'm just here to open.. Are you Dmitry?"

"Yeah..." I said.  "I'm so sorry. I didn't expect you to be here. Gorth was in the shower and it hurt. 

I noticed she continued to look at me, as if she was intrigued by the sight of it all. I could not tell if I was completely red from blushing or because of the pain from the ivy. 

"Would you do me a huge favor?" I asked. 

"Leave?" she asked.

"I need you to help scrub me. It hurts. I know it's strange," I said. 

"I guess I could," she said, moving closer to me. "This Orange Force will do the trick, but it's harsh on skin. I don't know what else to use," she said. 

It felt strange to have a person I had just met give me a bath. Had I not been in such pain, I would have enjoyed it a lot more. It felt nice to be touched by a female though, even if it was not Dawn. And this one was married, so I didn't allow myself to enjoy it as much as I could have. The orange force stung though. It was not made for skin. It was a high powered detergent that was meant for cleaning surfaces and harsh stains.

"Thank you," I said, climbing down from the sink. I already liked this person. She was so kind. I never expected a stranger to be so non-judgemental and helpful. I knew then she would be a friend. 

But I didn't expect to see Gorth walk in at that moment. In one hand he had his portable blender, and when he saw me there, standing next to Diamanta, completely naked and dripping with water, he dropped it. It cracked on impact with the hard floor.

"Oh my GAWWWWWWWD," he said. "What are you doing?! I told you that you could join me in the shower!" 

"I... I had poison ivy on me," I said. 

"How?" He asked. 

"I... uhh.. I tripped and fell on it."

I blushed. I imagined Diamanta wondering how it got up my butt, but she didn't say anything. I quickly put on my uniform as Gorth inspected his now broken blender canister. Now he had seen me naked...again. I knew he knew that I was probably somewhere in the forest pleasuring myself. I was never going to masturbate again...

Then the words of the man on the bus came to mind:

There is a powerful Indian curse put on the land here. The only way to get rid of it is to sage your penis. 

"Do either of you have any sage?" I asked. 

"Are you trying to change the subject?" Gorth said. 

"No, but there's nothing to talk about," I said.

"It seems that there is. If Rhonda finds out about this you'll get written up at best and fired at worst."

"Please, don't tell her," I said. "Please."

"I'll think about it," Gorth said. "But you know, my blender is broke. Maybe you can do something to make it up to me."

"Anything!" I said, regretting it immediately.

"I'll come up with something," Gorth said, smiling. 

***

I wondered at that moment what it would be that Gorth would come up with. Every time I walked past him, I imagined the torture that was in store for me. I shivered at the thought.

The chef emerged not too long after all of this and announced that the transvestite was going to be here any minute. 

"What do you mean transvestite?" Gorth asked. 

"The new hire. You were not here, but I hired a transvestite to lead the morning crew. He's not very skilled but he's willing to learn."

"So, he crossdresses like a woman?" Gorth asked. Erica's ears perked up. 

"No, he's a woman with a penis."

"That's transgender," Gorth said.

"I already went over this with Erica. I used to know a lot of transvestites and transexuals."

"No, you don't seem to know much at all," Gorth said. Whoa, he talks like that to the CHEF?!

"Excuse me, but just because you're gay doesn't mean you have a monopoly on knowledge about the world of transvestites."

"Stop saying that! It's a very derogatory term for a person that dresses in drag." 

"F*ck off," the chef said right when Rhonda stepped in.

"Is something wrong?" she inquired. Now, I have seen many women in my life, but there were few that had the instant authority that this woman had. At that moment, the chef, who was usually so confident in his own skin, stood up straight and looked like a deer in the headlights. 

"No ma'am!" he stammered. I could tell he was perturbed at his own powerlessness. It was almost cute in a pathetic way. 

"If you both need to talk about something, we can meet in my office later," Rhonda said. 

Now, Rhonda was the woman who had hired me, and I found her to be a kind woman. Yet, I could see that she commanded a certain amount of respect from both the chef and Gorth. Gorth followed her around like a puppy dog when she was around, and would seek her approval like a child to a parent. It was cute. Yet, she was not his parent. And although he didn't like to do a lot when she was not present, when this fair skinned woman was in the room, Gorth all the sudden took on the appearance of a man worthy of his title: morning shift manager. 

"Why is there water all over the floor?" Rhonda asked. 

"Well..." Gorth said, looking at me. "Dmitry was..."

I immediately interrupted. "I was trying to wash the dishes but it's my first time and I am sorry, it all just kind of exploded." 

Rhonda smiled. I don't know if she knew I was lying, but she seemed kind enough to let the issue pass. "I'll get this cleaned up," I added. 

"There's a bit more to the story, but I think we can leave it at that for now," Gorth said, winking at me. 

As I squeegeed the floor, I imagined myself hoisted up in the air, arms tied behind my back. I was completely naked, with my mouth gagged with one of Gorth's dirty shift socks. He pulled the rope, lifting me higher, as my penis dangled down towards him. Soon he would release the rope and I would come down towards the floor, where I would stop midair. 

Gorth would then take out a small whip and begin to wack me with it, laughing. "You should have showered with me, naughty boy," he would say as he slapped it against my sore butt. 

"You deserve this, you bad bad boy," he would add, as he opened a long box. Inside there was a silk cloth. I waited in rapt anticipation for what was inside. A long white feather emerged. 

Gorth cackled uncontrollably. "I hope your not ticklish," he said, allowing the bristles to touch my testicles. He then rubbed the feather against it ever so slowly in which my back arched and I started to make noise. The taste of the sock entered my mouth and I felt sick at this, but could not help but biting down upon it. It was absolutely beyond vile, and Gorth was loving every single intense moment of it.

"So you are ticklish, you little blender-busting fiend," he said, allowing the feather to move onto my sides. "This is fun. We are going to do this again and again, or I'll tell Rhonda about what you did," he said. "Agree?"

I hated it. I hated it so much. But I needed this job, and Rhonda would not be able to know that I used her dish pit as a bath tub to clean up sex ivy! 

"Well, will we make this a daily occurence?" he asked moving the feather along my belly.

I nodded as fast as I could. Oh, how I did not want to. How I wanted to strangle Gorth for this.

"This would be funner if I was naked," he said, letting the silk robe he was wearing fall from his body. "Now I have something for you to..."

I should not be imagining this! I realized. For all I knew, Gorth would have me clean the toilet. Maybe that would be it. I could do that. I could clean the nasty toilet. Or the oven. The oven was disgusting. I could clean that. Anything. I just could not handle being tickle tortured by my shift lead! No, never! 

"He's here! Clyde's here!" the chef said.

I looked behind me, and before me stood one who would change my life forever. 

He was.... intense! And... Well...

Author's Note:

I am not feeling my best tonight, and things are rough with trying to figure out what to do with the death of my wife's father (we did not get along at all, to be honest), but I will say that writing this story is incredibly therapeutic. I went to the dentist today and I made myself not think about this, as I could not help but laugh when it came to mind! Thank you again for reading. Part 8 will be out soon!