Chapter 11: An Offer You Can’t Refuse!

Michele remained on her knees and waited for Chief Writer Rod Latham to come over to the bunk to see what he wanted of her.

It turned out he wanted a quick fellatio session, which she provided.

After the three sailors had satisfied their urges with Michele it was time to talk business.

“So as you can see compartment Six Quebec Delta Alpha has been put to uses other than for those intended when the ship was built,” Rod Latham began.

“We use it for our own little business on board. We have an illegal open bar four nights a week, gambling twice a week, and when Polly and Doris drafted on board and we found out about the Barrack Room Betty stuff, we started a porno movie and tranny prossie night once a week.”

“And Polly and Doris are ok with this?” Michele asked, puffing on a cigarette.

“Well they can’t really complain can they? We blackmailed them but we are fair; they get half of what we charge the sailors to fuck them,” Knocker grinned.

“And you’re getting the same deal. You work down here in Six Quebec Delta Alpha one night a week and you get paid half of what you make,” Rod explained.

“So basically you want me to work as a transvestite prostitute with two other transvestite prostitutes and you three take half what we earn?” Michele replied.

The three men just smiled and nodded.

“And of course if I refuse; you make my life hell and expose me as a closet crossdresser on a ship with over three thousand ship’s company, a lot of whom have no compunction about putting their cock into a man dressed as a woman?” Michele said.

“You got it girly,” Knocker grinned.

“Ok; you will have my answer before we get back to Pompey,” Michele replied.

“Now if you don’t mind I need to change back and report to the section base.”

“No need to report, that’s all taken care of,” Rod smiled at her.

“Well in any case, I need to get changed and get to scran,” Michele replied.

“No rush Michele. Been as you’re still dressed how about a quick fuck before you go?” Spike smirked.

“And how much are you charging the punters to fuck Polly and Doris?” Michele asked.

“Ten pounds for a fuck and five for a blowjob,” he replied.

“Well you’ll need a tenner then won’t you Jason?” referring to Spike by his proper name.

“You lads just had your last freebie; now fuck off and let a lady get changed in peace!”

Rod and Knocker laughed and Spike flushed with anger.

“Come on lads, we’ve got to up spirits to open the bar tonight. Leave Michele alone,” Rod ordered.

Michele shucked out of her female attire as soon as they left and stood at the small sink removing her makeup, the cogs in her brain ticking over as a plan germinated. She smirked at herself in the mirror and then changed back into her uniform and once more became Able Seaman Nyland.

The next day Michael Nyland met with ABs Dave ‘Doc’ Holiday and Brian ‘Polly’ Perkins in the starboard after ladder bay at stand easy. They sipped kai, sailors slang for hot chocolate, and smoked cigarettes. It was a dismal day with rough seas and pouring rain so they had the space to themselves.

“So the queen of the barracks calls a meeting of her discarded proteges,” Doc said sarcastically.

“Ok ladies; I know I’ve been doing things my own way for a while but right now we are all in the same situation,” Michele began.

“Rod Latham, Knocker White and Spike Jones think they have us over a barrel. I know you girls have been whoring for them and they think they can blackmail me into the same game.”

“What choice do we have? Those cunts know about us being Barrack Room Bettys at HMS Chelmsford! They can ruin our careers!” Doc screeched.

“Ok, chill girls. I have a plan that might just see us on easy street,” Michael said soothingly.

“Just listen me out; but this only works if we are united”

Michael went on to explain his plan in great detail and Doc and Polly listened intently as the plan was unveiled.

That evening CPO Rod Latham, PO Knocker White and AB ‘Spike’ Jason Jones entered Six Quebec Delta Alpha compartment to find Michele, Doris and Polly dressed resplendently and sitting at the small table smoking and drinking from cans of Newcastle Brown Ale.

“What the fuck do you lot think you’re doing!” Knocker stormed over the coaming banging his knee, which elicited a giggle from the trio of transvestites.

“You cunts shouldn’t be here! Tonight’s gambling night!” Spike whined and aggressively strode across the compartment.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Rod put a steadying hand out to his two partners in crime.

“Something tells me that Michele has a proposal. She’s too fucking smart for her own boots but I suggest we listen anyway.”

Michele smiled and waved the three over to sit. Rod sat at the table and Knocker and Spike on the bunk.

“Ok. I’ve considered your offer with some profundity. That means I though hard about it Spike,” Michele couldn’t help but bait her old boyfriend.

“And here’s the problem. You lads are thinking way too modest and your business plan sucks. You are running an illegal open bar four nights a week, a gambling night twice a week, and a porno movie and tranny prossie night once a week.”

“The whole corporate model sucks.”

“What the fuck would you know you’re just a stupid AB Writer transvestite!” Knocker spat.

“No! I’m an intelligent AB Writer who has transvestite peccadilloes and if you shut the fuck up I’ll make you rich,” Michele replied.

“Shut the fuck up Knocker, let’s hear what she’s got to say,” Rod interjected.

Michele raised her eyebrows at Polly and nodded to the fridge and Polly got everyone a can of beer.

“Here is my proposal. We run an open bar with gambling tables every night of the week and there will be four sexy transvestite hostesses on hand to encourage the punters to spend big and they are also available for sex at a price,” Michele espoused.

“But...” Spike was about to interject but Rod raised a hand to shut him down.

“Yeah; I know, this place is a shithole! We need to get it spruced up. Painted, fitted out and made fit for purpose. We put in a proper bar, proper tables and chairs, and for us girls a workroom where we can take the punters for sex,” Michele went on.

“I’m sure you lads have influence with the departmental regulators so we can get materials and a workforce to make it happen during the pre-deployment preparation period. We can offer cash or favours to make sure it gets done,” Michele took a sip of her drink and lit a cigarette.

“What else Michele? That’s not all is it?” Rod asked.

“No it’s not. I want you to arrange a draft for AB Steward Ray Maine from HMS Blake to the Ark; she’s the forth hostess.”

“I want the four of us to be removed from the watch and station bill. We will be effectively posted to the Ark but will not have a part of ship or any duty stations so we can manage this place full time on your behalf.”

“And finally I want the compartment below, Seven Quebec Delta Alpha turned into a four berth mess for your Bettys. I’ve checked the ship’s drawings and it’s just a void. All it needs is air conditioning, fresh water and fitting out with bunks and a shower and a head.”

“That’s bollocks! Even Chief’s don’t get a four berth!” Knocker growled.

“Gentlemen. What I’m offering is a business proposal. We have a seven month deployment to the Mediterranean, Asia and Australia coming up with shit loads of sea time between ports and two thousand plus bored sailors and officers with pockets bulging with cash.”

In the 1970s officers and rating were still paid in cash every Thursday fortnight, even at sea. The Pusser operated a savings bank on board but most sailors simply threw their pay packets into their lockers so they had ready cash for the next port of call.

“We only allow selected members of the ship’s company to use the facility; those we can trust to keep it an absolute secret. But we will make a shitload of money,” Michele finished her proposal.

The three men were gobsmacked by the magnitude of Michele’s proposal but Michele could see the wheels turning in their heads. Michele knew that CPO Rod Latham was the brains of their tinpot venture and that he would see the merit in her proposal.

He spoke first.

“And the alternative?”

“Polly, Doris and I won’t work for you. We know you will out us so we’ll have to pull tricks in messdecks and other spaces around the ship where we won’t get caught. It will be very unpleasant but if we don’t do that the bullies will get to us,” Michele replied.

“Your business will suffer and life for us will be shit,” she finished.

“And the big question. How much do we pay you girls?” Knocker interjected.

“We take any costs setting up the business out of the projected profits up front and then we split everything evenly. Rod and I are Writers so we can run the books so everything is transparent to all of us,” Michele replied.

“We all make a lot of money and we all have fun; it doesn’t get any better than that.”

“It’s just like that Godfather dit we saw last week lads; I’m making you an offer you can’t refuse,” Michele grinned.

The three men deliberated amongst themselves while Michele, Doris and Polly chatted and discussed the finer details. Then they discussed the proposal together late into the night. At around midnight and quite a few drinks later a consensus was reached.

The three transvestites and the three sailors clinked their cans together in a toast.

“To ‘Barrack Room Betty’s’, the only floating gentleman’s club in the Royal Navy,” Rod laughed.

“And this is the last time we will be in this shithole compartment before it’s refitted; and, countermanding my previous directive, you lads get one last freebie,” Michele declared.

Jason lunged for Michele but was intercepted by CPO Rod Latham.

“Rank has its privileges Able Seaman Jones,” Rod interjected.

Spike looked very perturbed at not being able to engage with his former lover and Michele shrugged her shoulders and gave him a wan smile as Rod lifted her out of her seat and then planted her in his lap.

Michele had none of her female attire on board and so she was dressed in the Wren’s uniform, albeit with the skirt shortened and against any navy uniform regulations; high heels, stockings, suspenders and satin panties.

She lowered her face to Rod’s and kissed him passionately as she straddled him and his hand slid under her skirt and stroked her thighs. Polly had reluctantly joined Knocker on the bunk but soon forgot her misgivings as they kissed and caressed each other.

Spike, thwarted in his attempt to engage with Michele canoodled with Doris, his hands exploring her thighs under the silver lame miniskirt she was wearing.

Michele fumbled around until she was able to free Rod’s engorged member from his trousers, the girls were pre-lubricated in anticipation of this event and when Rod pulled her panties aside, Michele lowered herself onto Rod’s rampant member. She clenched her anus around his turgid phallus and rode up and down on him, her heels planted on the deck.

Knocker had Polly on her back on the bunk and had deftly removed her black velvet hotpants and tore open her sheer tights and was humping away at her. Polly wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms around his shoulders and was meeting his thrusts as they kissed and caressed.