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Generation Gap!
TJ Ryder
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I got the call from an old boyfriend who was now stationed
at Camp Lajeune while I worked my noon waitress shift at a coffee
shop on Pacific Beach, San Diego. Two other TVs worked there, one
of whom should have retired long ago but she/he also taught me a
whole lot of survival tricks. Problem is now she's not passable
in daylight. The young marines come in here and can't figure out
what she is, and that doubt casts aspersions on Rhonda and me.
I know its petty and mean cuz wer'e all getting old.
I'm in my late thirties and if I didn't take care of my
pale complexion in the California sun I'd be a prune today.
I stand 5'4", slender build, 139 lbs with auburn hair.
I have some cosmetics but can also look like a boy in one of
the few outfits I have left and that is quite convenient at
times.
But Loretta's coffee shop is one of the several TV friendly
shops on the boardwalk and the soldiers are usually pretty aware
that we or I 'might' not be what we seem. I have my real
name "Terry" embroidered on my uniform blouse, also convenient
since it could be a girl's name or a boy's. I also have a
sports pin of the Bolus Bulls mascot, indicating to some
my preference for Big and BLACK!
I normally work at my studio 8-5 monday thru friday, which
is one room of my 2 bedroom townhouse a few blocks away, but Iv'e
learned not to bring new men back there. Generally I, we, use the
Marbury motor lodge because it has a band weekends and there's some
dancing in the lounge and it's pretty TV friendly.
There were three young black marines at a booth and one
was extremely shy but there was some flirting and banter already,
and then I noticed one talking on his cell phone, and five minutes
later I got the call. Rhonda doesn't like us taking personal
calls so I pretended I had to use the ladies room.
"Oh hi, Javonne, make sergeant yet?"
"One more pump ah guess. Anyway, mah cousin Darnell just called
from Loretta's!" Ah hah!
"Figured!"
"You see em?"
"I see three recruits in one booth, and a few more coming in the
door!"
"He'd have Jackson on his name tag!"
"He's in civvies!"
"Yeah, right, anyway I told him to look you up and he just don't
believe your'e not a girl and doesn't want to make a fool of himself!"
I never could figure that about guys. "Well, look Javonne, he's going
to have to step up!"
Sensing my reserve he asked me if I was seeing anyone and I said that
was no longer his business, so he said okay, and he said he would just
say to him that I was 'THE' Terry who worked at Loretta's.
I shrugged and went out to see Loretta's frown, and soon the one in the
middle was on his phone, smiling and looking at me, along with his two friends.
When I brought them their order, smiling professionally, the outside
corner buck smiled.
"Ah see yo name be Terry! That a boy's name ain't it?"
I smiled, "it could be either boy or girl!"
"Issat yo real name?" I was going to say it came with the uniform
but decided to be nice.
"Yup, it is!"
"An what about those other 'girls'? Dose their real names?"
I decided to stop it. "Have to ask them. Those are the names I use
when I talk to them!"
"What Davonne means is," the middle one, Darnell, said seeing I was
moving away, "well, anyway, you know my cousin Javonne! He was stationed
here for a couple of years!"
"I knew Javonne," not saying I just talked to him. "Anyway, do you
guys want anything else?" One asked for more coffee and I had to
go to other tables, two more marines, 3 sailors, and a couple college
girl tourist types. The next half an hour I fielded a pitch from
a white sailor who thought I was a girl, some hand pats from one
of the tourist coeds, and when I returned to the marine booth to
give them their bill they had to make their pitch and I was curious.
"Um, say, Terry," Darnell spoke, "any chance of talking some
other time?" I smiled, giving him credit for making the first move.
I could have said all he had to do was come in here and get a cup of
coffee.
"As long as it isn't about Javonne!"
"Nope, don't worry!"
I shrugged, "well, I get off work at 4, then we usually go to the
Blue Lagoon for a couple of drinks!"
"Where's zat?" the other buck said
"It's the lounge at the Marbury, just two blocks south off the boardwalk!"
"Great, we'll be there!"
'We'll...!' I thought, looking at the other two young muscled up
black teenagers who were sizing me up now with interest.
"Say Terry," one said, "any happy hour there?"
"Not on weekends, no place on the beach on weekends!"
"What are the rates there?"
"Let me guess, you don't have to be back on base till tomorrow?"
"You got it!"
"It's a depression so it's cheaper than when, um, Javonne
stayed there!" I almost said Javonne and me and they knew it.
I got some interested checkout looks at my legs and butt
now as they walked out, and we all knew I was looking at a train
with three pentup black teenage studs with rigid cocks and
full ballsacs, and Rhonda had his/her hand on her hip and
an arched eyebrow.
"Give me a break, Rhonda!"
"I thought you said you'd never pull a train again with
strangers!"
(Sigh) "Who said I was?"
Around 5:30 I was changing and had a call from a tv friend
Lynn who worked at a gallery on the beach who I frequently hit
the Lagoon with. Lynn had a big pair of boobs compared to my modest
32 b's that I could conceal with a sweater or jacket and she wore
a scandalous low cut top. The weather was warm and I took a
little extra interest in my clothes since I had something cooking
so I wore a pink sleeveless top and a very short skirt, short
heeled pumps and a short skirt over bare legs. I tied my hair
back in a ribbon and wore a simple green necklace hanging
just in the beginning of my braless modest cleavage.
I applied a little perfume, not much.
You could detect the nipple rings through the sheer blouse
and I changed to my larger tongue stud which was also easy to
spot. I also put on a leather and steel bracelet on my left arm
that dug in a little and looked like it hurt because it did.
That was normally my cruising basics and I paused as I looked in
the mirror.
I frowned and slipped my lavendar bikini panties down
over my cock and full balls, opened a drawer and selected a
medium butt plug, applied some vaseline, and slipped it in.
MMMMMMMmmmm! That definitely gets me into character fast.
That gave me a hardon so I tied my pink sweater around my
small waist to conceal the jutting of my skirt with its knot
in front. Then I opened another drawer and selected my
basic leather and steel dog collar matching my bracelet.
With the big ring in the front, I took a nylon leash and
put it in my purse with the shoulder strap. Still considering
my look, I also slipped in a can of mace and a pair of my
special handcuffs. Special because I could get out of them
if I had to.
I opened the bottom drawer and once again had to decide
what to bring. Normally I don't show the bottom drawer toys
on a first date, but since I could only imagine what Javonne
had been prattling on about, I looked at toys that wouldn't
leave a permanent mark, but finally shut the drawer. That
was probably just too slutty even for me!
Then an extra pair of panties, toothbrush and
dental floss. I looked at my small 25 caliber auto but
decided not to take it. I don't like weapons and Iv'e
never had any trouble if I stayed at the Marbury but I vowed
I was not going to get in any car with them until I had at
least one date. Besides, I smiled at myself, this may just
be a flirting thing and maybe they'll find someone at the
Lagoon they like better. I wasn't the hottest or youngest
tv on Pacific Beach. In fact there were real women cruising
for servicemen coming down from the colleges every Saturday
night. And the cougars! Older and richer women with expense accounts
and corvettes and beach houses they got from a divorce.
It was still around 75 degrees when I stepped out to walk the
5 blocks, the buttplug loosening me up and turning me on.
I'd remove it in the ladies room when I got there.
I met Lynn two blocks later and she laughed when she
saw me.
"What have you got going on tonight, honey?"
"I'm not actually sure, Lynn!"
continued in upcoming illustrated story
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