Ch. 35: I Get To Fuck Some Guy’s Ass

Chapter 35:

I Get To Fuck Some Guy’s Ass

After having my way with four holes, one rubbed on my face, I was spent. I lay on the floor wondering what was next. This crazy enclave that I had ‘discovered’ was turning out to be a real ball-buster, in more ways than one! I struggled to my feet and collapsed on the couch.

Ginny got up and excused herself, saying “I’m gonna go get prepared for my surrogate time. You gonna be okay if I leave you alone with Mr. Sailor, Donna? Hopefully I’ll only be gone an hour or two.” “Sure thing, Mom. I’m good. How about you, Sailor?”

“Well, I’m okay. A little fuzzy at the moment but I’ll recover.” As my brain fog began to dissipate, I got curious about Ginny’s surrogate chore. “So, Ginny. You’re off to be a surrogate, huh? I’m intrigued about exactly how that works. Can you educate me?”

“Sure. What do you want to know? Ask away, Sailor.” “Okay. So, who are you going to see and what do you have to do, for starters?” Ginny explained “I’m covering for a girlfriend of mine. She was called away unexpectedly and her Partner for the week has made requests. She asked if I could cover for her until she gets back day after tomorrow. Since I don’t have a Partner this week, it’s like putting money in the bank. She’ll have to cover for me someday.”

“Ah, I see. This whole Partnering system is starting to fit together. So, who are you seeing and what requests do you have to fulfill?” “It’s a married guy, maybe 45 or 50 years old. He wants a blowjob to get him hardened up, then get pegged in the ass. He’s got the strap-on so I don’t even have to worry about that.”

“Riddle me this, Ginny: a blowjob and an ass fucking, right? Does that count as one or two requests?” “Ha! Sailor, you ask the most mundane questions! It depends on how much work is involved in getting him hard. If it’s just a quickie and he hardens right up, we consider that like an essential part of the task. Or sometimes it can become like a tip, for quality service. It all depends on the situation, but it’s always agreed on before the session ends.”

“Got it. But what happens to the absent partner’s requests for those two days she’s gone? Does she just forfeit those or is there some sort of credit balance in their account?” “Jesus, Donna! Where did you find this guy, huh? I thought you had filled him in on how partnering works. What gives?” Donna replied with a heavily defensive answer, while shooting a death wish look toward her mom. “For Christ’s sake, mom. I’ve only known him since noon. And much of that time has been spent actually doing things, not talking about them. Give me a break!”

Ginny turned her attention back to me. “Sailor, to answer your question, my girlfriend will have a credit balance in her ‘account’, as you call it. She can use that credit in any number of ways. It can be applied to the partner who created it, to any other partner in the future, or to any surrogacy requests he/she receives.”

Wow. This seemed like a pretty well thought out, well-oiled machine. I wondered how many government officials the local town officials had to pay in order to carry out this clearly illegal scheme. First there was the local constabulary, then the county officials, then district legislators, then statewide legislators. I wondered just how high up the political food chain this scheme went. Was the governor involved? And then, what about the Feds? The alphabet soup of the FBI, CIA, etc., etc. There had to be records kept. Raffle ticket sales income, credit accounts, who’s partnered with who … the list went on and on in my mind.

“One more question. What if there’s a disagreement about these ‘credit’ balances? If someone is denied their request, although they’ve paid for the raffle ticket, who determines the outcome?” Ginny looked bored at this point, almost circumspect that I was some sort of spy, sent to upend the good thing they had going. “You do ask the most invasive, detailed questions, Sailor. I’m beginning to wonder about you. But to answer your question, that’s actually part of my job. There’s a committee, appointed by the current town council members, who adjudicate those disagreements. It meets weekly and I’m the recording secretary. I’m the one who has to contact the parties with the committee’s decision.”

As she put her pierced earring in, she turned and walked into her bedroom. “I’m almost ready. You’ll have to do without the car for an hour or so. Will you and Sailor be okay, Donna?” I knew what would happen if Donna and I were left alone for an hour. I didn’t know what would happen if I went with Ginny, but I wanted to see surrogacy in action.