Chapter 43

Well, Christmas that year was a blast. And I was right, we were selling out of game books almost as fast as we got them in. We still had quite a few left, but only two copies out of over 300 Player Handbooks, and maybe five DM guides. And we were well through all of the dice that had been donated, and were about to actually order some.

At the end of the year meeting, Bobbi told us that so far it was a success. The club had made over four times expenses, and even if sales plummeted it would not be hard to show it was popular. And we were already seeing trends in use and purchases. It was mostly quiet during the week in the daytime. However, we had by then added Mahjong as there were several groups of gals that came in and played that while the kids were at school. And many also came in for card games like Bridge and Rummy. Then once school let out, it was mostly kids, playing everything from the kid games to chess, Stratego, and even Dungeon.

Then after 5:30, it was mostly adults. D&D, Axis and Allies, even Lost Worlds was insanely popular. The last really did surprise me, and we were selling a lot of books for that also. Even some of the kids were getting into it, and more than a few pilots could be seen in their flight suits playing Ace of Aces.

And I had a lot of fun also. Christmas shopping the next week, I had got a set of toys and put them all in a box and sent that for Georgie. My dad got a nice set of tools I found, perfect I figured for the glove box of his car. It was wrenches, screwdrivers, and sockets but all used the same handle and was not much bigger than a paperback book. For Dee I sent a small painting on silk of a Japanese gal in a kimono holding a parasol. For Rosie I sent a coffee mug I picked up at the USO that had a painting similar to the one I got for Dee.

Becky was not hard, a green robe like I had gotten earlier in the year for Holly and Mandy. But for those two loves of mine, I was stuck. I hit every mall and fashion district I knew of, and just could not seem to find the right things. Then I decided to give them both a call. And yes, I was sneaky.

I called Rosie first, and asked her for Mandy’s dress size. She went and checked her closet, and came back and told me what it was. I then called Holly’s parents, and had her mom do the same thing. I then went to the fashion district.

Thankfully the one that had something that caught my eye had a gal that spoke English, and a chart for converting US sizes to metric. And I got them both matching outfits. The top was kind of like a kimono, but with big shoulder pads, many colors that should have clashed but did not, and a wide black belt. And a matching skirt, halfway down the thighs and slit up the sides. The salesgirl modeled one for me, and it looked pretty good.

And I think I took her aback when she asked if they were for my sisters, and I said that they were for my “girlfriends”. She gave a kinda naughty giggle, probably not realizing that not only was I telling the truth, but they both knew of each other.

We were on a 96 hour pass for New Years, and after getting up I went and called them. I called Holly first at her parent’s house, and was actually not surprised that Mandy was there also, having decided on a sleepover before Holly went back to school. They both thanked me, and said they were “wickedly hot” and fit almost perfectly. They had even worn them to Hot Trax the night before, and said a lot of gals were asking where they had bought them.

“Oh Pete, I think they were going to blow a gasket whenever we both said our boyfriend sent them to us from Japan. And they really are like nothing any of us have seen before. You are such an amazing boyfriend, I just wish I was not breaking up with you this way.”

“Oh Holly, you finally found somebody? That’s great, I’m happy for you.”

“Yeah, his name is Daniel and we have a few classes together. We have been going out a few weeks now actually.” And I really was happy for her, she deserved to be happy. I then talked with Mandy, and I was not surprised she was seeing somebody also. His name was Chuck, and he was another skater she had known for a few years.

Becky was not home, but I left her a message on her answering machine thanking me for her gift (a game she sent me called “Space Quest”). Frannie was out with her new boyfriend, and I just went back and worked on a new article on how games cross cultural boundaries.

I did not really feel like celebrating at any of the clubs on base, so on the last night of 1986 I walked off base to the small bar area outside the main gate.

Now it was nothing like the one outside Kadena, but it was good and close. Maybe a 10 minute walk from the barracks, so I did not have to worry about driving. I hit Rocky’s first, one of the rock clubs and had a couple of beers. Then I headed to Club Aloha, and decided that was next. But the girls looked nowhere near as good as they did at BC street. But after a few drinks, I did not care, they all looked great to me.

It was almost 10 when I decided I had enough, and started to head back towards base. And when I was passing one of the Steam Baths, the gal caught my eye. She was older, maybe around 35 but still looked good. She was slender and in good shape, and wore her age well. She reached out and ran her hand lightly down my arm, and I felt my cock shiver a bit. And she was obviously Japanese, and not from the Philippines. She asked me “$20 for massage?”, and I found myself nodding.

So inside we went, and I admired her ass as we walked up the stairs. Then she had me strip down naked, and she had me sit in a large shower area and washed me off. Her hands covered with soap felt amazing, and sure enough I was hard. She smiled at me as she reached down and washed my cock, making sure to get it nice and clean. Then after drying me off she directed me to lie on the table and put a dry towel over my ass.

And it really did feel good. She spent about quite a while and really did give me a good massage. I heard my back cracking many times as she manipulated it, and pushed at just the right places. Then she had me roll over and worked on the front of my neck, my chest, even my legs. I was just starting to wonder if I had made a mistake, when I felt her hand slide under the towel and grasp my cock, which had been making a tent in it since I had rolled over.

“$10 for hand, $20 for everything.” Her voice was soft, and I simply smiled and nodded, saying “Everything, please.” She had already told me her name was Yuki, and after removing the towel she slipped out of her knee-length yellow dress and panties. She was indeed older, and had some stretch marks. But she still looked great.

And I moaned as she rolled on a rubber then took me into her mouth. She sucked my cock for several minutes, as I played with her tits. They had a little sag, but were still really nice. Her nipples were fat and long, and her areola small and dark. Finally she climbed up onto the massage table with me and sat on my cock.

Fuck this felt good, it had been so long! She was loose inside, but it still felt amazing finally being inside of a gal after the last month and a half of self-pleasure. I even got her to lean forward so I could lick and suck on her nipples as she rode me, and her soft moans might have actually have been real.

But I knew this was just business, and soon had her rolling onto her back as I climbed back into the saddle. Her thighs wrapped around my hips and I pounded down into her, hearing her soft grunts as I fucked her harder and faster than I normally did. This was not making love to a lover, this was fucking a whore. And just as my balls contracted and I started to cum inside the rubber, I for some reason saw Linda in my mind. Was she doing the same thing even now?

Finally I was spent, and pulled myself out, the end of the rubber full of cum. And with a smile Yuki gave me a soft kiss, then with a basin and washcloth cleaned my cock gently. Then she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek after I gave her $50. She said it was too much, but I said it was worth it, and that I might come back again.

And this time, I actually might. I figured that at $50, I could afford this a couple of times a month without a problem. And it was strictly business, not like what Cindy had been wanting.

I was surprised when the first week in January I was informed we had to be at the Friday morning formation. We normally did not attend them, as our work hours were often from early in the morning to late at night. But this was also the first such of the month, which is normally when they officially passed out awards and promotions.

But I was surprised when my name was called out, and the Company Gunny told me where to stand in the line of around eight people. And I was shocked when it was announced I was being given the “Navy Achievement Medal” for my work in assisting the morale and recreation of service members on Okinawa. It seems the Division Commander had heard about the convention, and after asking around found out that I had pretty much set it all up, as well as helping getting the official MWR operation going.

The Skipper called me out after formation ended, and said I had actually created a kind of minor sensation. “This was already in the works, when the Commanding General of Kadena called and said he was going to give you the Air Force Achievement Medal. Well, our star kinda said you were already getting one from him, and you could not get two medals for the same thing. And because you worked for him, his medal is what you got. Which is kind of a good thing, but I would honestly have loved to see you later on trying to explain how you ended up with an Air Force medal on your rack.”

We both laughed, and he congratulated me again, saying that he had even gone to the convention and was shocked at how packed it was. “And they are already talking about opening one here and at Schwab before the end of the year. So do not be surprised if you get called to Division to explain it all the the General.”

And sure enough, a few weeks later I was. I explained to the General and the Division Sergeant Major how we had started it, and that in many ways it was similar to the USO. Another place for us to congregate and have fun, as well as how popular it was with the kids. Thankfully, he already had an idea. He had been to our facility, and talked to Bobbi about how we had already outgrown it.

“Corporal Culver, I want you to go over to the old civilian housing area when you can. They are already starting to tear it out, but in the center is the recreation building and pool. It looks to be three or four times the size of the Kadena facility, and I think it will be perfect. Of course, they are ripping out the pool so you will not get that. But I am going to turn that building over to MWR, so long as the Game Group gets it.”

I thanked him a lot, and said I would do so and write him a memo of my thoughts. But if it was that big it should be perfect. It might even supplant Kadena as the place for people from other bases to go to. He laughed, and said that was the idea. “No Chair Force pukes are gonna do things better then we are!”

I checked the building out, and it was almost indeed four times the size. In fact, if we had another convention we would probably hold it here, it was about the size of the building the first convention I attended was in.

And when I told Bobbi, she said she already knew. “In fact, it started a pissing match between our General here and yours. Yours insisted that the building there become the new Island center, which did a good thing actually. The other day I got confirmation that we are getting the old chow hall. They are getting ready to gut the inside, and it will be about 50% bigger than that one when they are done. So no doubt that will be the future home for conventions, I insisted he push it though fast so we could have it for November for the next OkiCon.”

I laughed, and said she should remember that in the future. “Just get the Marines and Air Force competing, and they will both try to outdo the others. I take it the other building fell through?”

“Yes, that was twice the size as this one, but as I was afraid it was to close to the runway. Security did not want that many dependents that close to there. Plus it would have been really noisy. This is much better really, in a quiet area of the base. I even talked them into leaving one of the soda fountains in place, so everybody can get free drinks.”

The next weekend I decided to head out in town for a few drinks. And even though I denied it to myself, I also knew I wanted to get laid. And as had happened twice before, I walked by the Steam Bath, and the gal standing outside ran her hand down my arm.

Now last it had been Yuki, and I had a great time with her. This girl was younger, as well as being a bit shorter. I stopped and she also offered a massage for $20. I let her take my hand and guide me inside. Now inside the lobby was this waiting room, with 3 couches, a TV, and it was lit with a dim yellow light. I asked the Mamasan if Yuki was working, and she said “No, night off.” So with a shrug I paid her the $20 and let this girl who’s name I learned was Kiko take me upstairs. But at least Kiko knew I was a regular, so there was less games than the first time I came here.

The bath was the same, and felt really nice. And while not as good at massage as Yuki, Kiko did something different. She covered my back in oil, then slipped off her top and started to rub my back with her breasts. By now I had figured she was probably around 30, but it could be so hard to tell with the ladies in Japan. A girl that looked 14 might be 20, a gal that looked 35 might be damned near 60. And a withered old crone that looked like she must be almost 100 might only be 65.

But her firm breasts rubbing my back felt amazing, and I knew this was going to be a fun night. I did not even try to keep the towel across my waist when I rolled over, and she giggled when she saw the effect she had on my cock. And she left her top off as she massaged my neck, chest, and arms. And as she moved down to my belly, she made sure my cock was resting between her tits.

Finally she was done, and moving her breasts back and forth over my cock she asked if I wanted anything else. I asked her how much, and she told me $20 for hand, $30 for everything. I guess because she was younger and had large firm tits she felt she was worth more.

I moved my hips back and forth a few times, and asked her how much to do her that way. She giggled, and said “Oh, you like paizuri? Kiko good at paizuri, also $20.”

And after lubing my cock and her breasts with the oil she wrapped them around my cock. And oh was she good! She made sure she was looking into my eyes the entire time, and her breasts were separated enough that I fit in between them nicely without her needing her hands to hold me between them. She would occasionally lick the tip when it poked out between them, but mostly kept me between those two soft yet firm mounds as she moved her body up and down, fucking me with her tits.

And she would softly say how nice it felt, and that she loved feeling my cock between her breasts. I knew it was bullshit, but it was nice to hear. And it was quite different, as most times it had been me doing all the moving, whereas Kiko was the one actually doing all of the work this time.

She must have known I was close, and said “You cum? You cum now on Kiko tits? Go ahead, cum on Kiko.” And cum I did, I was looking down and saw the first spurt leaping out from the top of her cleavage and land on my belly. Then several more spurts, now trapped between her soft tits. Finally she smiled and pulled away, and I saw that the area between her breasts was a mess, with my cum spread everywhere. “Oh, good boy, big load. You give Kiko a lot.”

This time however she took a quick shower, then gave me one also to remove most of the oils she had applied. This is probably one reason she charged more, as Yuki never used oil with me and there was a lot less to clean up afterwards. But finally I was dressed again, and she kissed my cheek after I gave her $40. And I knew I would see her at least one more time, but I think I preferred Yuki. As nice as it had been, and as lovely as she appeared I still preferred her. But at least now I knew I had a choice. Kinda like sometimes I wanted Budweiser, but sometimes I would want a Michelob.

A few months later, I got back from a maintenance run at Camp Hansen and was told I had to go to Admin. I got there, and the Lieutenant took me into his office. “Corporal, we just got the preliminary notice you are on the shortlist for end of tour orders. Are you considering extending them?”

I thought for a moment, then asked what timeframe the orders would come. And he told me more than likely I would get my orders sometime in the middle of next year. That took me past the time of the next convention, so I told him I was ready to go home.

He nodded, and said that was expected. Then he pulled out what is known as the “Dream Sheet”. In short, I put down up to five duty stations that I wanted to be assigned to next. Now I knew by well it got the name because almost anything on it was only a “Dream”. The Corps said it would try and find an opening at one of my requests, but if they needed me somewhere else, that was where I would go.

I then asked him what would happen if my orders were for someplace I did not want to go, and he laughed. “Well, you are lucky in that this is an unaccompanied hardship tour, so they really try hard to find you one that you want. But if you want a better chance, only use four of the five for a specific place, and for the last use a region. Like say ‘Southwest US’, or “Deploying Unit” if you want something like that. Otherwise you might try to get with say a grunt unit out of Pendleton, and really end up there at a depot unit that goes nowhere.”

He sighed. “And if none of these are what you like, you can always request a three to six month extension and try again. But be aware, if they want you for Drill Field, Recruiting, or some school for cadre duty, that is it. Those always get first priority no matter what. It is not likely you will get the first two, but there is a chance you might get sent to cadre duty at 29 Palms. Over two years doing your job, overseas, that is the kind of thing they like to see at the schools. Especially since you rose up fast”

I thanked him for his advice, and started to write my hoped for choices. El Toro Marine Air Station, Tustin Marine Air Station, Camp Pendleton, 29 Palms, and for the last “Southwest United States”. He said after he read them that it should not be a problem getting one of those, and I went back to work. The next week I was stuck in the barracks for four days as a typhoon came through the island. Thankfully we only lost power for a few hours, so I was able to finish an adventure for TSR I had been working on, and get a good start on another one as Jenny.

This was the revision of Linda’s from earlier. She had taken the cash buyout without question thankfully, so now the story belonged entirely to us. We had gotten a nice scanner at work, so was able to come in at night and scan all of the pages to make it easier to revise. Which I was already realizing was largely a waste of time. What in the hell was I thinking when I approved this? I also realized that over half of it I had written myself, and it was bad.

I excised almost all of the start, and rewrote it so now the players had a geas placed on them in a dream to go to the town. And each one had a different fragment of the dream, like go down a certain road until it hit a crossroads. Then once there another member had the next fragment, telling them to take the left fork towards a town. Then the next had the next fragment, directing them to a rundown area of town. And I put each of them onto cards, which would be given to the players. It would be up to them to figure out how to get to the destination based on clues and volunteering what to tell the others about their dreams. And each time, there was at least something embarrassing in the dream so some might hesitate. Only the first one would be made obvious, and that would set off the start. And the female thief would always get the first card, the others would be passed out at random.

“You wake up at your camp, but the soft pink light suffusing the area is unnatural. Like in a fog you stand up and walk around, realizing that while not wrong, something is not quite right either. Looking down, you see that your clothes are all gone. Instead of what you had worn when you fell asleep, you are now wearing something almost shockingly immodest. The material was as light as a spider’s web, not the cotton or wool you had worn all of your life. It almost shimmered in the soft light, an off-white that almost seemed to absorb and reflect the light surrounding the glade you find yourself in. You realize that you love the feeling of this strange yet sensual material against your skin, and looking down you realize that your nipples have gotten hard. The fabric is so thin, you can see them poking out through thee snug fitting top. And you can not help but run your hands down your torso, feeling how it hugs the contours of your body. Down your sides, inwards at your waist then flaring out at your hips, you shiver at your own touch. Unable to resist, you let your hands glide back up again, over your taught belly, then after the briefest of pauses up to your breasts. You barely hold in the groan as you reach your breasts, now feeling how hard your nipples have grown. You look around and wonder if you should explore yourself some more, and suddenly a thought is thrust into your mind. That you are to go along this road towards the coast, and stay on this road until you reach the next major crossroads, with a blue sign in the fork. You pinch your nipples as this thought enters your mind, biting your lip at the sensations. Then you wake up.”

Each of them was somewhat similar, and coded with a 1 on the back for men, or a 0 on the back for women. Each of them was something similar, with some of them waking up wearing something in kinky leather, or even nude. And I imagined that at least some players might feel embarrassed to just hand the card out, so they would have to decide if they were to share it all, or just the important information.

But hopefully this also would help set the tone, as none were overtly sexual, but indeed sensual in one form or another. And all to one degree or another was to imply that the character had gotten at least a little excited during the dream.

If followed to the destination, ultimately they would find themselves in front of a rundown shack on the edge of town, in an impoverished area. And there they met the woman who tells them a story. About how she had been a whore, and was directed in her dreams to create a temple to honor worship of a goddess.

And after eating and taking wine with her, the group is soon asleep, and they all have another dream. And in the same way, they all share part of it all the same, then each gets another part. In essence, they are all to assist the new priestess who was once a whore. And in each of the dreams, she appeared in front of the party in soft yellow silk robes. And next to her was a handsome man, in a matching silk toga. And depending on the preferences as indicated by the players, the appropriate one would then approach the character and lightly touch and caress them. Never overtly sexual, but undoubtedly in a sensual manner.

And in the end, the compulsion is to assist this priestess in achieving her goal of returning the Temple of Lussuria to its rightful place in the local pantheon. And as I had discussed with Brad, she was not the “Goddess of Fuck” as Linda had described it, but the “Goddess of Unusual Desires”. And here I had a lot of fun. Any kink I could think of, and some I at least hoped I had invented. And while I described it in the main text as “sex”, I made sure that the DM would know that actual intercourse or orgasms were not required. If the requirement was “sex wearing loose green cotton in an alley”, just kissing and caressing the other person satisfied the requirement. Of course, the DM and players could choose to make it be actual sex, but that was not required. Simple meeting the conditions themselves without the actual act was sufficient. Bondage, food, sex with a drunk, sex as drunk, sex with a girl dressed as a cat, sex with a guy dressed as a dog, sex with somebody magically shrunk down to one foot tall, seeing girls or guys wrestle in mud, even sex with the character magically enlarged to almost eight feet tall.

I ended up expanding the hell out of the various sub-quests. Like the small chart for sex in the alley, with a wide variety of random types of clothing ranging from clerical robes and peasant attire to tight leather and even only clad in underwear or nothing at all. Or having sex in a pub full of others. Having sex with somebody of another species, or a specific species. But once again, actual intercourse not required, simply getting the player and NPC to the point they wanted sex or satisfied their kink was sufficient. And as these were all at the request of the NPC, once the character had fulfilled them, they would be paid and compelled to return to the priestess to give her the gold.

And although I left the actual sex up to the DM and party, I had no doubt that in most games they would actually be having sex. But at least unlike in the original they actually had a choice this time. And if linked with my earlier one, now a guy who had been changed into a girl would not have to have sex as a girl before being turned back into a male. Just putting on cat ears and essentially a buttplug with a tail built into it and crawling around on hands and knees meowing was enough if that was the kink the customer wanted fulfilled.

I finished just after the “all clear” was sounded, so I printed off a copy and went across the street. They went and got Frannie for me, and I handed it to her. We went into the dayroom and she sat and read the entire thing twice, quite often laughing out loud as she hit one part or another.

“Oh Pete, this is so much better than the last version! I never said anything, but I did not care much for her dungeon, it was like dirty dirty. This one, this is more of a fun dirty. Are we gonna test it out?”

“I was thinking this weekend. Get the group together here, but make sure they all understand what kind of adventure it is. I don’t want anybody getting upset after all.”

“Nope, and I know just who to grab. And I promise to act like I know nothing. Are you gonna do yours first?”

“Naw, just run this one cold. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I wanted to know if I should bring a male or female character. Oh, I am for sure gonna want to do this one as a girl, some of it is really hot. And I would rather be a girl dressed as a cat with my titties hanging out, than as a boy dressed as a dog with my dick hanging out.”

We both laughed, and she told me she would start the next day telling everybody about the new adventure. And yes, they loved it. About half of them had played the earlier one when I was the regular DM, and they all said this was much better. And as I had expected, even though they had been told many times they did not have to actually have sex with their “customers”, they all did. Frannie in particular had a ball, describing how she sucked on the plug part of the tail before inserting it. She really loved when she rolled over on her back, and tried to get the customer to rub her belly. And when she kept saying she was purring for him to go higher, and moaned out loud when his hand finally reached her breast I could see everybody shifting around a bit. Especially as Frannie actually gave an amazingly sexy moan in front of all of us. I was enjoying playing coy as him, until she finally just grabbed his hand in her cat-paw gloved hand and pushed it down to her own “kitty”. Then screwing the guy she had done that with almost senseless.

What surprised me however was Lance Corporal Collins. Even though Frannie and another of the girls had said they were bisexual for the game, Susan said she was heterosexual. And there was something more than slightly erotic when she was directed to go out with a customer and seduce him in a wooded glade. She also took her geas seriously, and how she wore under her magic user robes only a thin smallclothes made of red cotton, and after slowly draping the robes over a fallen log she started to dance for him.

And oh my, Susan was actually dancing in her chair. Slowly and sensually, raising her arms over her head, and her torso moving forward and back, from side to side. And as she was doing that, I know I noticed that her nipples had gotten hard. And she did indeed look into my eyes with almost a look of anticipation as I described the reaction of the male human to his watching her female elf doing this. And when she ultimately took him inside of her, the coupling was fast and frantic. Until he could not resist her obvious charms and desire and flooded her inner being with himself.

I saw that both Frannie and Susan were breathing a bit heavier as it ended. And with the rolls, Susan even got a bonus payment for how well she performed her duties to the Goddess.