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Club Mandingo Staff Girlz!
TJ Ryder
Terry Pennywell shifted uncomfortably in his chair at
the court ordered psychologist's office as the middle aged
woman murmured as she looked at his paperwork.
It had been a rough year and this wasn't making it easier.
After losing one of the few jobs left in Ocala, he tried
drinking his way out, only to have his wife leave him and take
his teen daughter with her. Then he got sued for child support
and he had no job, and then forced into rehab. Then he discovered
his wife was seeing a black man, serious taboo for the Florida
panhandle and his buddies couldn't stop kidding him about it.
What it made it poignant was he had started her on that
road himself, suggesting swinging when his daughter was still
too young to know what was going on. He quit that when he
realized his vibrant voluptuous wife was getting a lot more
opportunities than a thin smallish man with no money to spend.
He might have quit, but his wife was getting into a relationship
with a big black buck he saw around the small town they
lived in.
Now, after a DWI taking away his license, threatened jail
time over non payment and this court ordered counseling, he
knew he had get it together fast, so he forced himself to
be polite and agreeable.
"Mr. Pennywell!" He started, so lost in thought he didn't
see her raise her head. Mrs Maxwell was an attractive white woman
and he hadn't missed seeing her desk photos, with a black man
and two biracial children.
"Um, yes ma'am!"
"You know, I mean, you DO know I'm am trying to help you
with your problems?"
Not sure of that at all, he nodded.
"Well, Mr. Pennywell, there are only two types of jobs you
qualify for in the local economy. Delivery work
and the service industry. And your DWI takes care of the
driving part!" He winced and nodded. He wished he hadn't
done that.
"And, the service industry is dominated frankly by illegal
aliens and, frankly again, women and minorities! You are a
white male!"
He sighed, as if he needed someone to tell him this.
"And a white male with few options left if he doesn't want
a 6 month stay in Ocala County jail, which," she smiled, "I do
not think would be pleasant, especially for you!" He winced
again, blushing, because a slim small white male like himself
with blond hair and never needed to shave would never get off
his knees there!
"Well, do you agree with my assessment?"
"Um, well, yes, ma'am, I guess I have to!"
"Good, then you might consider an opening that I think you
can get. The service industry, as I said, doesn't hire people like
you, but the Club Mandingo has openings at the moment!"
He gasped! She smiled at his reaction.
"Um, but I don't think that...well I mean...!"
"I have been looking at your personality tests and it is in line
with the guidelines the Club is looking for!"
"It is?"
"Yes, have you ever heard the term 'Alpha Male'? It means
a strong dominant personality that in the animal kingdom means
the predominant breeder of the females!"
"Oh, is that what I am?"
She chuckled, "No, you are a classic Beta Male! In fact most males
are beta; it's not an insult. All men can't be Alpha or the world
would be in even worse shape than it is!"
He blushed a little at that! It was something he suspected but
didn't want to admit. "Um, I, guess I see, but the Mandingo club
is, well, my wife.., ex wife, and I had a fight over, well....!"
"Over her going with a black man, I read your file and the
police report. You called her a 'nigger lover' among other things!"
He sighed, wishing his wife hadn't reported that!
"That could lead to a hate crime charge in addition to your
current set of problems! Do you know the state has a 5 year maximum
sentence for hate crimes now?" He gasped again.
"Um, yes, but...!"
"So," she said rather primly, taking a rubber stamp and
putting it on his file, "I am going to recommend you to Club Mandingo
for several reasons! It will solve your financial problems and
also be good therapy for your obvious racial difficulties, and
demonstrate to the court a new attitude! And I think you will
acquire one when you see white women and black men together
on a daily basis. I think your'e fortunate in fact. Many white
beta males like yourself would enjoy a job like this!"
He swallowed, trying hard not to fantasize about it. "But,
um, I'm sure there are other white men then who would apply!"
"There are, but I have here their physical requirements that very
few white males could pass! Your body type, naturally blonde hair,
no beardline and definitely submissive personality makes you
a good candidate!"
'Candidate, for what?' he wondered. She got a phone call,
and spoke, ignoring him, as he sat by the desk, trying to
get a glance at the paperwork, until she noticed he was still
there and put her hand on the mouthpiece.
'I have to take this call, here is your appointment
slip with the club's personnel director!"
Standing up he took it. "Thank you ma'am!"
"And, I would be disappointed if don't give it a good try,
Mr Pennywell!"
'Um, yes ma'am!" He didn't have to have it spelled out.
He had to take the bus to the club; a 45 minute drive out on
the beach. It used to be a naval base in the 50's, then two
different kinds of family beach resort that failed, then timeshares
that went bankrupt. It only recently changed to a franchise
of Club Mandingo and local gossip the tourism trade was doing much
better because of it. White wives and couples were flying into
the usually slow Ocala airport, people were coming from as far
away as New Orleans and Jacksonville florida and Georgia,
and the mostly black military bases in Louisiana.
His orientation was with several other white males, some
in their early twenties, and he figured at 35 years old he
was the oldest. They were of a type though, shorter than average,
slim and small boned. An attractive young woman with a pointer
and a slide projector stood in front of the blackboard.
"First off, gentlemen, thank you for coming. Youv'e passed
the initial screening, so now we can be more explicit in what
a very rewarding and exciting job at the highest growth industry within
the adult resort scene entails!"
'First slide, Tiffanny, please,' she said to an attractive girl
manning the projector in the back. He had smiled at the girl with
the dimples and cleavage in the very revealing outfit he had seen
on all the staff. In fact he hadn't seen any males yet but many
attractive white girls, and some older like himself.
"This was our first crop of (smile) 'Girlz!'" It was a slide
of this room, taken from the front, showing 5 young men sitting
in chairs, looking very much like the group he was with.
"You see we had five boys to start with. Two didn't make it
through the training, and one was dismissed during his probation period.
However, this is our fourth recruiting cycle and wev'e learned
to do better. I am hoping for zero washouts with this one," she
smiled encouragingly. Terry admitted that was encouraging as
the guys smiled.
"Next slide, Tiffanny!" This showed acres of scantily clad
gorgeous white women, some orientals and hispanic, and big brawny
black males cavorting around a pool and a hot tub. "This is
your typical pool scene on a weekend, and business is up every
month since we opened. We are one of the most successful Mandingo
franchises in history! Your duties are typical in many respects,
waiters, bartenders, maid service!" Terry felt his cock stir
at the sight of all that nearly nude firm flesh.
"And wev'e introduced new fast track procedures to get a boy up
to speed here. The first few days we have a resident expert
assisting on dress and decorum. Then after the uniforms are
fitted, limited duty as waitpersons for your probation period
which now only takes a few days to make sure you have the right
attitude instead of a month like it used to!"
"Next Slide please!" This was rather odd, same class as
the first slide, but only with 4 people, and they were all females
but somewhat familiar. A couple boys chuckled, but Terry's face
was red. They were the boys in the first picture!
"See, all ready to start their rewarding careers in less than
a month!" She asked if there were any questions.
One man asked if they had resident housing, and she said yes,
taken out of their salaries, two to a room. Another asked about
mentorship, and she said everyone had an experienced mentor during
the first few months, but, she added, because of the growth rate
one mentor to many trainees. Terry fidgeted in his seat, dying to
ask questions, and the lady smiled.
"At this point, I'm sure your'e interested in talking to
someone who's gone through the program already. Tiffanny, would you
please?"
"Yes ma'am!" The buxom young lady walked forward, stood in
front with her hands behind her. "In case your'e wondering," she
smiled, holding a photo of the first slide, I'm second from left.
I was one of the first graduating classes and have worked here for
almost a year!" Terry could see now the similarities, the slim
blonde young male looked a lot like himself.
One boy raised his hand, "Um, ah, did you have any flexibility
with the, well, cosmetics?" Terry groaned. He wanted to ask if he
any problem with getting boobs to get this job, but also knew he
didn't want the question to come from him. He knew Miss Maxwell would
hear of any reason he was dropped from this program.
Tiffanny shook her head, "No, the club has a certain standard
and since theyr'e the boss and pay for surgery that costs thousands,
they set the rules if you want the job! And I had to pass probation
period first to make sure I had, (smile) the right attitude!"
'Oh," the boy asked, "cuz I was thinking of a few things that...!"
The lady interrupted with a smile. "The club is not wanting
a lot of variety in their service Girlz. They are intentionally
selected and trained and well, modified, to the same standard!"
"Um," another man raised his hand. "Well, why is that?"
"Because like waiters in a good restaurant, we want to
be interchangeable. We exist to help our customers have a good time,
not be the entertainment, just be good service, is that right
Tiffanny?"
"Yes," she smiled, "believe me, I appreciate it when they can't
tell me from the others!"
"Um, do you wear name tags?"
"Yes, but theyr'e phoney. They change them. Everyone calls me
Tiffanny because that was my first name, but this week the customers
call me Bambi!"
"Are there, well, I mean I know there are, but ordinary women?"
'Sure, but that's another secret to the guests. The women they
see who have close contact with the guests are all T-Girlz like us!"
'You see, boys," the orientation woman smiled, "our industrial
psychologists discovered early from customer polls, that
the women patrons didn't like attractive female staff members especially
entering the rooms or the pool areas. And on the other hand,
black men are uncomfortable with white males in rather intimate
serving roles, so this is a compromise that leaves everyone feeling
good!"
"Um, so they know theyr'e, I mean we are...!"
"Oh yes, its like a hidden joke! The customers enjoy it!"
Terry was reeling and he was feeling he should ask something
and searched for a question that wouldn't label him a troublemaker.
"Um, ah, you always have the same, well outfits?"
"We have our own dressmaker on staff for alterations, is that
what you mean?"
"um, I guess so. But when your'e off duty is there some kind
of dress code?"
"Oh yes, in fact the club is very interested whether you live
in housing provided or off site you are properly discreet. In fact,"
she added, "we have an expensive investment in you, and if you are
terminated for cause before the first year is up you have to repay
us for the cosmetics!" He groaned, all he wanted was to ask
a question and now probably raised a red flag!
Two hours later he felt he was redeemed as their house personal
trainer expert, a middle aged woman, critiqued his physique
as well as the others.
"Excellent bone structure!" she smiled, checking a clip board.
Because of lack of transportation and because they liked having
the trainees live on base, he was assigned a room with a southern
boy called Bob. He was glad he wasn't a flaming queen. In fact
none of the boys were fluttering types, chosen that way he had
no doubt.
"How do you like it here?" he asked, and Terry was going to
say something when a woman entered just wearing a tiny robe
showing gorgeous legs and cleavage. It was Tiffanny.
"Hi boys, in just a few days I'll be saying Hi Girlz!
I thought I'd see how you were doing!"
"Hi Tiffanny!" Terry said, admiring her lush curves, and
she smiled, and opened the robe up, and he saw her impressive
for a white boy half hard cock and hefty balls!"
"I know your'e all just dying to see me anyway!"
"Wow," Bob smiled, "I guess your'e not on hormones!"
"No, and everyone wants to know if that's mandatory, and it's
not!"
"And nobody wanted to ask the question!" Terry said, and
Tiffanny nodded.
'I know some of you are forced to be here, cuz I was too.
I was on probation when I was selected. Let me tell you something
before you say anything. Be careful what you say and who you say it
to in here." She looked around the room and Terry wondered if there
was a bug planted. Nobody said anything for a few moments.
"But," she smiled, "I can guess that while you are pressed to
be here, your'e also going to like it here. They can tell. I know
I didn't expect to like it, and I didn't expect anything that happened,
including these," he laughed, cupping his big beautiful breasts,
and idly pinching his brown nipples. That was when Bob noticed
he had a tongue stud and a cock knob ring but no nipple rings.
"Is that, well, those, optional?"
"Yes, to a point. The tongue stud is mandatory, nipple rings
and tattoos are forbidden, and the cock ring is optional. Nobody
has any tattoos do they?"
Bob and Terry shook their heads, thankful for that.
"Good your'e lucky, I had to have two sanded off, painful as hell.
And you get two tongue studs!" He demonstrated as he opened his mouth,
one on the tip, small, and one bigger, near the center of his tongue.
"The customers expect that and now I'm used to it!"
( Bob asked) "What about rumours, well about chastity belts!"
"Sometimes, for a variety of reasons, the staff will assign them,
don't worry, they only last a week or so usually!" Terry gasped in
shock.
Shaving his genital area except for a tiny triangle with
a womens shaver, using hair removal lotion on his whole body,
wearing his hair long enough to ponytail, and of course wearing bikini
panties made him squirm, blush and also get his little cock hard, and
Terry was thinking though he still could do this. Until he
got his uniform, which was of course a kind of maid skirt and blouse.
And mandatory non smear slutty red lipstick.
In his dorm room he was practicing the feminine walk in private,
having failed a test that day during his feminisation training.
He wasn't the only one, but he had no femme mannerisms and was told
sternly he had to get better.
Tiffanny paused and giggled at the open doorway.
Terry smiled, blushing a little, "I knew I should have shut the
door!"
"No, your'e doing better, but you can't do it that way!"
Studying himself in the mirror, he slipped his hips out a bit
more! "Like that?"
"It's in your head first, then the body reacts. Have you
got your practice dildoe? Oh wait, here's Bambi!" Bambi was
one of the very attractive young real females who was helping with
the training.
To Terry's horror she poked her beautiful head in, and Terry
was forced to repeat the movement as they both laughed.
"See Bambi, I told the girls they had to start with the dildoes!"
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