Sitting up in bed, Jordan looked over at the clock on the Night Stand. It's two o'clock in the morning, he thought. He could hear Patricia and Jane, the two petite little women he had spent the night with, breathing relaxed and light. He felt such warm affection for both of them as he watched them sleeping peacefully on each side of him.
The two attractive women had indeed made his ultimate fantasy come true. For several torrid hours the evening before, they had given him a night of sweet erotic pleasures that had fulfilled his favorite fantasy beyond his wildest dreams. It was a night never to be forgotten. I'll probably remember last night even after I'm dead! he thought, laughing to himself.
Lost in pleasant thoughts of last night, Jordan wasn't prepared for the loud clap of thunder that suddenly resounded off the walls of the room. The loudness and reverberations shook the whole cottage.
"What was that?" a startled Patricia said, sitting up in bed. "I have never heard thunder that loud before." She was now fully awake.
A moment later, the sounds of a torrential rainstorm begin to beat loudly on the roof of the cottage. A few minutes later more loud thunder and lightning. There was no doubt—the Monsoon rainy season had arrived.
At six o'clock that morning, the torrential rainstorm was still raging. Coming into the kitchen where Patricia and Jane were busy preparing breakfast, Jordan stood at the window watching the heavy downpour.
"Will we be able to get out later?" Jane asked, looking over at Jordan.
"No, I doubt it," Jordan replied. "I'm pretty sure the Monsoon rains have started. Looks like we're in for it! It's really coming down in force out there."
"I was looking out at that big building over near the Jungle's edge. They have it all lit up this morning," Patricia said, entering the conversation, "Why are all the lights on?"
"Everyone is supposed to go there right after breakfast," Jane said. "During Monsoon season, everyone plays inside games."
Hearing this Patricia remembered what Lady Yater had told her at the beach the day she had shared her beach umbrella. "Lady Yater told me the inside games can get really wild," Patricia said. "What sort of stuff goes on?"
Jordan slipped on his raincoat. Turning to Patricia he said, "Jane can explain it to you. I have to leave. I want to talk to Dr. Arnold and Dr. Misaki. Maybe there's a way we can arrange to have our own little Monsoon party here in the cottage." With that he slipped out the door and made his way through the pouring rain to a black car that had just pulled up to the curb.
"We should get ready," Jane Qwan said, "I'll tell you while we get ready."
Entering the bedroom Jane took charge. "First, we have to cut our fingernails real short," she said. Taking a nail clipper she cut her nails back even with the tops of her delicate brown little fingers.
Then she gave the nail clipper to a puzzled Patricia who also reluctantly clipped her nails even with her fingers.
"Jane... , tell me—why are we doing this?" Patricia asked her little friend.
"Because all girls cut fingernails real short. No one get scratched," Jane explained.
"Today everyone wear old dresses, skirts and blouses," Jane said, explaining to a more and more reluctant Patricia what would be happening within the hour.
When Jane finished explaining what the Indoor Games involved, Patricia was shaken to her core with fear, apprehension, and revulsion. She had always been a gentle girl never physically aggressive.
She had never been in a physical struggle with another woman in her life—nor did she have any desire to physically confront another female.
Now, it finally dawned on her that the indoor games everyone talked about involved the female Physician Assistants challenging each other to various little scuffling confrontations with hair pulling and wrestling. This was more often than not encouraged by the Surgeons looking on.
I can't do this... ! she thought, her mind racing wildly trying to come up with a way to avoid what seemed to be the inevitable. I was brought up to be a lady. I don't know anything about this sort of thing.
"Jane... , I can't do what they want... ; I'm just going to tell them I refuse!" Patricia said, defiantly.
"You might want to rethink that, "Jane said. "Dr. Jordan lose much face if you say no. Also, you'll become an outcast to the other girls. You don't want to say no." she assured her shaken friend. "It's better not to refuse."
"Is there any way we can get out of going?" Patricia said, hoping for a reprieve.
"I think that's why Jordan go to talk to Dr. Arnold and other Surgeon. Maybe we have our own indoor games right here in our cottage ... Be better ... not so wild," Jane assured a concerned Patricia. "If he work something out with them, we can have it here," Jane said.
"Oh, I really hope we can," Patricia said, sensing that a ray of hope might still exist. "Let's keep our fingers crossed."
The Doctors Meet...
The torrential rains were so heavy Jordan, riding up front with the driver, couldn't see anything out the car windows. "Whew! What a storm... !" he said to the driver.
"Yeah, the Monsoon season is definitely here," the driver said, with a little laugh.
When they arrived at Dr. Bill Arnold's cottage, Jordan instructed the driver to pull in under the overhang.
Dr. Arnold opened the door. "Hello Jordan," he laughed. "Great weather for ducks, huh? Thanks for coming over."
"To have a chance to set up what we talked about, I would have come over here even if I had to take a rowboat." Jordan said, with a little grin.
"Who all is coming? Do we know yet?" Jordan said.
"Well, I've contacted all the people we talked about and they've all agreed to come. I know they don't want anything to do with that mess they're having over in the big building. I'm pretty sure we'll have everyone we contacted."
"So there'll be myself, Patricia Renton, and Jane Qwan ... You and Lady Peggy Yater ... Dr. Misaki and Souka Nakamura..."
"What a group, huh?" Bill said, "Talk about an abundance of erotic delights. This is going to be great! Every woman in the group is sexy in her own way—not to mention beautiful."
"What time are we all getting together?" Jordan asked.
"We thought everyone could meet at your place at around ten o'clock this morning," Bill said. "Okay... ?"
"That sounds good. By the way, Jane said you should remind the other females to be sure and cut their fingernails and to wear old clothes."
Bill laughed, grasping the significance of Jordan's statement. "Boy... ! Does that ever sound promising," he said. "Maybe at last we'll get to see Jane Qwan and Lady Peggy try each other."
The Ten O'clock Get Together...
Patricia, now that the time had almost arrived to receive their guests, still felt unsure of herself.
"Jane, what if I still can't bring myself to do what they want me to do?" she said, to her friend. "I'm not sure how well I'll do."
" ... Be just like last night," Jane said, "maybe a little different, "she said, trying to reassure her. "Only with more people. "Once we start—you watch—do what we do."
"Okay. I'll try." Patricia said, still harboring doubts.
"Jordan say he can't wait to watch you do it with other girls," Jane said, trying to encourage her.
"He said that... ?" Patricia said, looking at her friend, trying to determine if Jane was teasing her.
"Yes... , when he watch you with other girls... , He be very happy... ," Jane assured a reluctant Patricia.
A moment later, the doorbell rang. "Here they are!" Jordan said, getting up to answer the door. Everyone trouped in, many completely drenched from the rainstorm. Jane and Patricia quickly relieved the visitors of their wet raincoats and umbrellas. A few minutes later, they were serving steaming cups of tea and coffee to their guests.
With everyone at ease with one another, the atmosphere turned into one of conviviality. Even with the existing undercurrent of sexual excitement they all felt, everyone was enjoying the exchanging of pleasantries and chitchat.
"Looks like everyone is here, "Dr. Arnold said, looking around the room at the others. Without speaking, everyone knew it was time. The air was pregnant with anticipation. It seemed to hang in the air.
"Come on, girls," Lady Peggy Yater said, in her perky animated way of speaking. "Let's go in the bedrooms and fire into our sexy nightdresses."
Patricia followed the other girls into the Master Bedroom. As she shyly started to undress, she looked over at the little Japanese lady undressing nearest her. Jane Qwan had introduced her to Patricia as Souka Nakamura. She and I are almost the same except she's Asian, Patricia thought.
Miss Nakamura, seeing Patricia looking at her, smiled back at her. "You are Patricia? Right... ?" she said. "We've all heard about you."
Seeing Souka was trying to be friendly, Patricia returned her smile and said. "Yes... , this is my first indoor cottage games. Aren't you nervous?" she asked the quiet slender well-mannered woman.
"No, I do before. Dr. Misaki, he very excited. I make really good for him," she said, with a quaint little smile. "I think Dr. Mackenzie must be very excited to see you do it for first time, right?"
"Yes... ," Patricia said, "He's definitely excited."
Looking across the room, she could see her two friends Lady Peggy and Jane Qwan deep in conversation. What are they up too? Patricia thought.
.... There is more of this story ...