A Charity Case

"Come here Dear. Lets fix you up." She led him to the dressing chair, pulled up the skirt, pulled out the equipment, and popped the top. As blow jobs go, it was not much. Candi was not the flute player Gretchen was, and Pedro was so wired it took only seconds. Still, Pedro needed the relief and Candi petted him and spoke sweetly. Then, Pedro slipped into Patricia and it was girl stuff, as the twins helped fix her makeup. A few minutes later, Miss Walker came by on rounds. All she saw were two tousled girls in robes, helping another with her makeup.

Miss Walker said, "You girls look wrung out."

Candi: "Yes Miss Walker. We've been playing mixed pairs." Brandi: "We won both sets, even though the last one got a little rough." Candi: "We were about to bathe, but Patty here needed a little help with her face." Brandi: "She somehow got it all smeared."

Miss Walker thought it was sweet. "Well it's nice of you girls to take an interest. She certainly looks sexy made up like that." Both: "Oh yes, Miss Walker. That was what we wanted; sexy."

When she had gone, both girls dissolved in giggles. Pedro did not know what to make of Miss Walker. On one hand she was clearly an authority figure and to be treated carefully. On the other hand she seemed to protect the girls, which he certainly agreed to. More than that, in her severe way, Miss Walker was nice to him, and seemed to think well of him, her. That part was confusing. Pedro decided that he would be very careful.

The rest of the day went memorably. Sunday dinner was always an occasion at the Hotel. The staff set out the good dishes and prepared a fine meal. To Pedro it was like a dream Christmas feast. He ate sparingly, partly because he did not want to seem inhospitable, but mostly because he had no time. The other Fifth Floor girls wanted to show him off. In later years that first dinner would represent all that was good and right with the world: plenty of food, plenty of cheer, and plenty of beautiful young women. It did not hurt to be was the center of attention.

Gretchen was absent—she rarely made meals at the hotel—but fully half the hotel turned out for the big meal, and six of the eight on Fifth Floor. It is an old saying that two people can keep a secret, provided one of them is dead. It is therefore totally surprising that Pedro's secret stayed just that, secret. There were countless conversations about Patricia's dress, a classic pinafore, donated by the soon to depart Francine. Brandi and Candi explained the perfume and makeup, with a nod to Angela. Everyone went on about how Patricia could wear impossible colors. In the end, the conversation never turned to illicit matters.

When dinner was over, the girls began to go separate ways. There remained a cluster of girls that would hover around anything new. Patricia was the first new thing in a while. It was not just because she looked so good in a simple dress, but because she was so mysterious. Who was this brutal boyfriend? Where exactly did she come from? Did she really have no family? This last was particularly delicious, since a large part of the pecking order was based on Who's Who, so having no father was something akin to having no clothes.

Pedro was saved in large part by the fact that rural spoken Spanish and Prep School Spanish are only slightly related. While it is undeniable that he learned much better English than he ever learned Spanish, that was still in the future.

Instead, it was a time of smiling and nodding—another thing that would serve him well in later life. When it was finally done, there were only three girls left. Angela, Deirdre, and Francine, all from the Fifth. Francine only remained to obtain a promise that Patricia would attend her wedding. Pedro was glad to oblige. Though he did not know it yet, Pedro would inherit her room. Chapter 4: Beginnings

Deirdre was another matter. As a Fifth Floor girl, she was in the know. Also, of all the girls in the hotel, she was the best linguist. Her father was German, her mother French, her governess Dutch and her nanny Italian. There had also been a Mexican gardener, but rumors about him were spoken in hushed tones. Suffice to say that Deirdre spoke four languages fluently and six or seven more somewhat. Rural Spanish counting as a "somewhat." Moreover, she had gotten the twin's version of the afternoon events, and she wanted some for herself.

Deirdre walked the wild side and was known for getting what she wanted over any objection. Angela was inclined to offer the objections, but she was operating at a handicap. So, Deirdre and Angela dragged Patricia out of the dining hall, still arguing over what was best to do next. In the end, what decided matters was that Deirdre had a car.

It was almost nine PM before the three of them made it out of the hotel. It was almost 11 PM before they got back. The time was spent planning and assembling a charade. Pedro was, in fact, male. As such he could not get past the front desk. However, Patricia could come and go as she pleased, although going after 8 and coming after 10, required a good reason. That night, the cause was Patricia's poor cousin Pedro. For reality's sake, Angela insisted on going back to the old school, to get Pedro's his old clothes. For Pedro, it was a trip into the bowels of hell. He resolved to do whatever it took to avoid ever returning.

Then it was back to the hotel, to show Pedro to Miss Walker. This went well. The "family resemblance" was obvious, but Patricia was a tall girl and Pedro was a short man. Patricia, they explained, was with the rest of the family, who were soon leaving for Ohio. Everyone was overjoyed that Patricia was in a stable place and Pedro would be nearby, to keep an eye on her. Miss Walker was favorably impressed that another of her problem girls was acting as translator. Under the circumstances, Miss Walker was willing to let slip that Patricia could stay in Francine's room indefinitely.

Angela, Deirdre and Patricia went out once more, supposedly to give the news to Patricia's family. Instead they found an open restaurant and argued strategy. When the three conspirators finally retired for the night with the firm plan—Monday Pedro would make his formal appearance. Much discussion remained as to the details, but that central fact was established. After that, it was a quiet night for Pedro. He lay down on the floor and never woke when Gretchen, well fucked by her date, came in much later. Pedro was used to hard floors and slept like a rock.

Monday was new in many ways. With her new style and Angela's connections, Patricia could get job interviews at places that would not even admit Pedro. By noon, Patricia had a part time job, dealing with Spanish language matters at a major Manhattan bank. Her starting salary was more per day, part time, than Pedro had made in a week washing dishes. The bank would even tutor her in English. Angela took Patricia to Tavern on the Green to celebrate. In a week full of memorable moments, this was the crowning event. In later years, no achievement was complete til TotG had hosted the celebration.

Back at the hotel, Deirdre met them with "The Plan." Angela would take Patricia out after dinner. Deirdre would meet them at a prearranged place, take Pedro back to the hotel, suitably attired, and then return. Angela would help him change back and the two would be home by 10, or so. Deirdre had already acquired a set of men's clothing, clean but ragged, for him to change into. Pedro's old clothes were too disgusting for what she had in mind.

Pedro did not like the idea of abandoning Angela, although a Public Library is a fairly safe place. He liked it even less when Deirdre drove him, not to the hotel, but to a seedy apartment building on the west side. This was to be Pedro's home. Pedro as distinct from Patricia.

The apartment was not as bad as he had imagined. Deirdre, Gretchen and two other girls had acquired the place months earlier. They split the rent, so that they had a safe place to take a date. It was somewhat feminine, although bland, and had a sound system and a bar. In the back, it was different. This was Deidre's toy room and she liked to be spanked. Deirdre led Patricia toward the room, dropping clothes as she went.

Patricia was taken aback, by the array of leather bondage equipment. However, she had had practice reacting to wanton sexual displays. Deirdre's play room was no worse than many of those. In this scene, Patricia was to be the stern Mistress to Deirdre. She picked up the tool Pedro had hated most when he learned his letters from the nuns: a wooden ruler.

Whack. Patricia popped the ruler on her palm. "Senorita is mala, bad. Is she siento, sorry?"

"Oh yes, Senor, I am very sorry. I won't ever do it again."

"There. Kneel. Your, como se diese, bottom."

Deirdre knelt on the floor by her rack—it was not really a bed—and leaned over. She had already removed her panties and pulled up her skirt. When she knelt, Deirdre's bare ass came jutting out. Patricia walked around to the other side and grasped both hands and pulled. This drew Deirdre into a difficult position. Her arms were extended, so her weight could not rest on hands or elbows. Deirdre's face was flat on the board and her breasts were mashed against it, while her ass was still elevated. She was forced to balance only with her knees, which were close together. It was unsteady and very uncomfortable.

Pedro, using his own voice, commanded, "Stay. Un minuto. Voy al bano."

Deirdre wondered what Patricia could be doing in the bathroom. As time stretched, Deirdre fidgeted in her awkward pose. Just as she reached the point of ending the game and rising, the door opened behind her. Through it stepped, not Patricia, but Senor Pedro. Tap. Tap. Tap. went the ruler on his palm. Pedro had smelled fish and read Deirdre well. She could be be dominant among women, but not to a man. Pedro was not a large or powerful man, he was the genuine article and he intended to show it. Though he had not realized it before, Pedro was much experienced with the arts of intimidation.

Slowly he traced her buttocks with the point of the ruler's corner. Down the cleft of her ass, to the milky white thighs. With one hand, he grabbed a half moon and squeezed, like a lady testing a melon. Deirdre gasped at the sensation. The hand shifted, moving the thumb down in to the crevice. Pedro had already learned what hid there. Deirdre moaned and squirmed, trying to get a fuller feel.

Tap. Tap. "Silencio." Pedro roughly kicked her knees apart. This put the bulk of her weight flat on her torso, which Deirdre felt as relief, but it also exposed her most sensitive areas. Before she could muster the nerve to object...

Whack. Perfectly placed, diagonal across the cheek to the inner thigh. Deirdre screamed.

Whack. No mistaking this one: half ass, half cunt. Deirdre lost her voice in the electric explosion of pain. As she gasped for breath, she felt a knee in the small of her back.

"Esta usted siento? Verdad?" (Are you sorry? Truly?)

"Si. Si. Senor. Estoy muy siento. Siento verdad." (Yes. Yes. I am very sorry. Truly sorry.)

"Bien, nina mia. Su tristeza esta muy bien, para su, como es, punishment? Si punishment."

"Uno. Dos. Tres. No Senorita, you must speak. We begin again. Uno." This time Deirdre, already sobbing, echoed the count. Pedro continued, "Bien. Dos. Tres. Quatro. Cinco. Seis. Siete. Ocho. Nueve." Pedro held each blow til Deirdre call it out. "Diaz." He finished with a resounding Whack. Then, as Deirdre lay whimpering, he rolled her over and dropped to his knees between her legs. As he licked her sodden cunt, he noticed the trimmed pubic hair. That gave him another idea.

At first, Deirdre was too far gone to notice Pedro's tongue, but he soon had her bouncing on the wooden bed. While he lacked experience with the physical aspects, Pedro had a lifetime of reading attitudes. Simple attention was more important than technique. For Pedro, it was an important lesson in foreplay, one of many already. In mere minutes, between the submissive posture, the rough handling, the sharp spanking and the unexpected cunnilingus, Pedro reduced Deirdre to wreckage. Then he picked her up and brought her into his care—not to mention screaming ecstasy.

In the afterglow, Pedro ran his fingertips along Deirdre's trimmed bush. As Deirdre began to take notice, Pedro pulled on her pubic hair. Shaving pussy hair would not be common for a generation, but it was nothing new. Deirdre smiled widely, as she saw the opportunity. "Do you want to shave me? Now?"

Pedro answered, "Si. Pero manana, vamos al Biblioteque." (Yes But tomorrow, we are going to the Library.)

The episode did wonders for Pedro's confidence. For the first time, Pedro had been allowed to follow what his mind had seen. Deirdre was a confident and clever young woman, yet she had bowed to him in submission. It was heady stuff. It also provided Pedro with a variety of new avenues to explore. For the moment, the thrill of vindication was intense. Pedro would never know it, but the expression on his face would have intimidated the foreman from the sugar plantation in Puerto Rico.

Almost as a side effect, he had made a devoted follower. Through the years, Deirdre stayed at his side. Sessions like the first one were rare. Pedro believed in having reasons for punishment, while Deirdre's appetites made him a little uneasy. In this case, Deirdre had an underhanded ulterior motive, but she had truly repented of it. Acting at punishment gave spice to her sex life, but the real thing scared the shit out of her. It was a thought she pondered at length.

Occasionally Pedro would whip her for his own reasons, or as a gift, but never as a regular event. Deirdre would never again give him cause for true punishment. For the rest of the day, everyone said Deirdre looked radiant. She would only smile at the comment. Instead, Deirdre went to confession the next day, for the first time since moving to the hotel. She went regularly thereafter.

By the time Deirdre and Pedro finally arrived to pick her up, Angela had worried herself into a frenzy. She had not been pleased with the plan, but Deirdre and Gretchen could always talk her into doing anything. That did not keep her from fretting about "her" Pedro. Angela's mouth opened to scold them, but one look at Deirdre's face silenced her. Pedro's smile melted her heart. They went about their plan with not a word spoken.

Deirdre glowed, but Angela had eyes only for Pedro. Her lasting impression, of the whole evening, was how much taller Pedro was than Patricia. Clothes aside, she could not believe Pedro's transformation. His episode with Deirdre had turned a decade of abuse into a world of experience. Pedro had a new conviction—he had been right all along. The bullies tried to silence him because he was right.

Miss Walker was also taken back. She was easily convinced that the badly dressed boy was Patricia's cousin. She saw a strong family resemblance, and she would never mistake the tall, shy, dainty Patricia for the confident young man in front of her. What took Miss Walker completely out of stride was his effect on Deirdre. Normally defiant, to the point of pugilistic, Deirdre stood by politely, to one side and a little back. To Miss Walker's practiced eye, it was obvious that this was one man that Deirdre would never walk on.

Miss Walker also found the arrangements suitable. Pedro would live elsewhere. On occasion, he might call on Deirdre, or one of the girls, in addition to his cousin. Miss Walker took note that he did not Lord over Deirdre, in spite of her submissive posture, but employed her freely as a translator. Miss Walker was impressed with the young man. She made notes for future reference and quietly put him on the approved list. Later, more phone calls went out.

Up in the living area, the change in Deirdre caused a quiet ripple of shock. Many girls did not immediately notice, but the edgy bitch was replaced by a serene woman. This is not to say that there were no incidents. Deirdre was still dangerous. Two of the girls, from Third Floor, tested Deirdre's new mettle. Once. That was sufficient for the rest of the house.

Miss Walker only smiled, privately. During her wartime tour of France, Miss Walker had seen hundreds of boys turn into men. She knew mature confidence when she saw it. It was turning into an interesting spring. Chapter 5: Work

Sunday became Monday. Monday passed into Tuesday, then Wednesday and so on. Things started to settle into a routine. Pedro was an early riser. So, Patricia would be up and dressed well before the other girls were about. As they came blinking into the morning, Patricia would greet each by name, and converse as much as his English skills allowed. At first, this was something of a necessity coupled with Pedro's innate good manners. Over time it served to cement him, as Patricia, to be good listener. Later it would serve him well in business.

Business was something else Pedro was learning. Patricia's part time job flourished. Given simple repetitive tasks, she performed well. The repetitive tasks soon gave way to ones requiring judgment. At the end of the second week, Patricia spotted a serious error. Things were corrected and the matter passed, but people had noticed and Patricia became someone to watch. Soon, she was promoted to the important Overseas Office.

Though still, technically, an entry level, Patrica had arrived. Her hours expanded to full time, then beyond. Patricia's supervisor, recognizing a barrio accent when he heard one, started her primarily in written material. In an odd inversion, she read slowly, not because legalese was difficult, but because her reading skills were still developing. Patricia acquired a reputation for considering issues before speaking.

As her command of English improved, she was given increasing responsibilities with Americans planning to travel. Here, the daily practice of repeating names to commit them to memory bore fruit. Patricia's quiet, careful manner was exactly what clients wanted in a bank. Again her status rose. Patricia became the clerk of choice for the Spanish language section. Over the course of a year, Patricia achieved a first name basis with some of the richest and most powerful people in New York.

Patricia also acquired a reputation as a difficult conquest. Pedro was unaware of the status. Naturally heterosexual, Pedro became annoyed when his feminine alter ego began to attract male attention, even some overt sexual overtures. Like many things, Pedro approached the situation as something to learn. He acquired the skill of returning gifts, discretely. Patricia's reputation did not suffer.

Back at the hotel, Patricia was treated as one of the girls. After the first week, Deirdre became her shadow, which impressed no end of people. In the political structure of Saint Evie's, Deirdre had been something of a power. Most of Deirdre's influence transferred to Patricia, as the conquest became acknowledged. Gretchen still treated Pedro as personal property and, from time to time, demanded service. Pedro accepted this as a cost of doing business.

Encounters of a more serious nature, like the one with the twins, were infrequent. True, the three of them had gotten together on occasion, but little more than that. Pedro was not really their brand of lipstick, while he found them rather vain. Pedro stayed close to Angela, hugging her daily and kissing her occasionally, but little else. This was her choice.

Francine married and moved out, vacating a room. Pedro moved in. This was an opportunity to throw a housewarming shower, this time for all the girls in the hotel. It was held after Sunday dinner, with Miss Walker's prior knowledge and approval. Gifts were generally of a personal nature, decorations and such. Deirdre gave Pedro an authentic bull fighter's cape. Angela presented him with a Rolex, suitable for either sex.