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Trailer Park Trash Trixie's Turkish Torment
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
We definitely need a seventh emoji reaction choice of HOT!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Every American Dream, every Pursuit of Happiness, once had its very start!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Singapore Changi Airport, Monday, 10:45 PM
Trixie sat gently weeping between two unemotional Marine guards. She wore the dress she’d had put on sixteen hours earlier for work this morning. In her one hand, she held her boarding pass and the luggage ticket. In her other hand were several pages of crumpled paper. Trixie had hurriedly packed all her things at her apartment under the watchful and impatient eyes of the guards. They then drove her to the airport, checked her one suitcase (with, in fact, everything she owned in the world), and entered the waiting area for her flight: Turkish Airlines, via Istanbul to Atlanta, 30 hours total. Then a three-hour layover and an almost two-hour flight to Evergreen, the county seat where Branchwater was located. That was as far as the State Department would pay to take her. She was on her own to get home from there.
Trixie sat gently weeping between two unemotional Marine guards. She wore the dress she’d had put on sixteen hours earlier for work this morning. In her one hand, she held her boarding pass and the luggage ticket. In her other hand were several pages of crumpled paper. Trixie had hurriedly packed all her things at her apartment under the watchful and impatient eyes of the guards. They then drove her to the airport, checked her one suitcase (with, in fact, everything she owned in the world), and entered the waiting area for her flight: Turkish Airlines, via Istanbul to Atlanta, 30 hours total. Then a three-hour layover and an almost two-hour flight to Evergreen, the county seat where Branchwater was located. That was as far as the State Department would pay to take her. She was on her own to get home from there.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
"... She was on her own to get home from there ..." - such a young, pretty girl out in the big, wide world all alone. What could possibly happen!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
A lot could happen, since the US State Department prefers repatriating home a US citizen, with a US tax payer paid ticket, by a foreign airline!
This is not the way to make America Great Again!
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
I have some suspicions (censored)
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
I doubt whether the incumbent prime minister would like to see such scenes in the airports of his country!
I’m catching up on this thread today and just giggled my way through this episode, which is as entertaining as it is sad. Wonderful job of describing Clem and his impossibly jacked up pickup. Unfortunately there actually are plenty of Clem’s in America.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Back in Branchwater, some hope?
Not surprisingly, given that Trixie had started with the crème de la crème for her first date, her subsequent efforts were no better and mostly far worse. Although some would force moonshine on her to ‘get her in the mood,' most just went straight to ripping off her clothes and fucking her anyway they wanted. This often included actions she found gross, disgusting, and demeaning. Other times, the boys did things that were intentionally painful. While Trixie might have felt a little interest once or twice as the pain mixed with sex, the boys were so little concerned with her pleasure, that she was rarely aroused enough to participate with any enjoyment.
After a couple of weeks, Trixie was even more depressed as she contemplated the occupational and social wasteland that was Branchwater, Alabama. She even toyed for a moment with accepting the job offer to become a stripper. She knew the money would be good, but also knew that prostitution was an expected part of the job. As she considered that, she thought of her shame and embarrassment at how her mother Mag “earned” her living. Becoming nauseous and nearly puking at the thought of becoming a piece of meat that she sold to any disgusting man with a few bucks, Trixie swore that she would starve before going down that degrading path.
The poor girl had pretty much lost all hope. One day she was shuffling down the main street in Branchwater (just about the only street). The girl who had been so proud and determined when she graduated High School a few weeks back, walked with her head down and a posture of defeat. Then she noticed, among the several empty and boarded-up storefronts, one that had reopened. It sported bright new paint and numerous lively posters. The name over the front window was “Branchwater Opportunity Center.” Right, thought Trixie, laughing! Opportunity in Branchwater! Are they recruiting whores in a storefront these days?
However, with nothing to lose, Trixie walked in.
The girl knew nothing of politics, so she was unaware that a new Congresswoman had been elected in this district, replacing the man who had died last summer at age 94, after representing Conecuh County in Congress for 65 years. Many oldtimers joked that Congressman Daryl Shelby had been in office since before the War between the States.
The new woman, Sheilah Rogers, was young and energetic and determined to improve things for the deprived in her district. Hence, she used much of the funds allotted for a lavish District office, to instead open this storefront, staffed by campaign volunteers and modestly paid interns. It had gotten off to a slow start. Most in Branchwater were resigned to their lives and distrusted any change. The modest government assistance they received along with odd, dead-end jobs were all they expected in life.
Therefore, when Trixie pushed open the door, ringing the little bell attached above it, and walked in, two well-dressed and immaculately groomed young women hurried to greet her. Trixie was impressed and pleased that these women seemed educated and well-spoken and full of enthusiasm, not like the walking dead kind of teacher she’d had in school. In a few minutes, they were sitting on brand new easy-chairs around an also new oak table, sipping coffee that tasted somehow sweet and nutty. Trixie had never tasted anything like it but was too embarrassed to ask what it was. After a little polite small talk (more in total than she’d had on ten dates), the women were asked Trixie to tell them about herself. As she did, their eyes lit up as they realized that this redhead was exactly the kind of client they were looking for (and had despaired of finding.)
Not surprisingly, given that Trixie had started with the crème de la crème for her first date, her subsequent efforts were no better and mostly far worse. Although some would force moonshine on her to ‘get her in the mood,' most just went straight to ripping off her clothes and fucking her anyway they wanted. This often included actions she found gross, disgusting, and demeaning. Other times, the boys did things that were intentionally painful. While Trixie might have felt a little interest once or twice as the pain mixed with sex, the boys were so little concerned with her pleasure, that she was rarely aroused enough to participate with any enjoyment.
After a couple of weeks, Trixie was even more depressed as she contemplated the occupational and social wasteland that was Branchwater, Alabama. She even toyed for a moment with accepting the job offer to become a stripper. She knew the money would be good, but also knew that prostitution was an expected part of the job. As she considered that, she thought of her shame and embarrassment at how her mother Mag “earned” her living. Becoming nauseous and nearly puking at the thought of becoming a piece of meat that she sold to any disgusting man with a few bucks, Trixie swore that she would starve before going down that degrading path.
The poor girl had pretty much lost all hope. One day she was shuffling down the main street in Branchwater (just about the only street). The girl who had been so proud and determined when she graduated High School a few weeks back, walked with her head down and a posture of defeat. Then she noticed, among the several empty and boarded-up storefronts, one that had reopened. It sported bright new paint and numerous lively posters. The name over the front window was “Branchwater Opportunity Center.” Right, thought Trixie, laughing! Opportunity in Branchwater! Are they recruiting whores in a storefront these days?
However, with nothing to lose, Trixie walked in.
The girl knew nothing of politics, so she was unaware that a new Congresswoman had been elected in this district, replacing the man who had died last summer at age 94, after representing Conecuh County in Congress for 65 years. Many oldtimers joked that Congressman Daryl Shelby had been in office since before the War between the States.
The new woman, Sheilah Rogers, was young and energetic and determined to improve things for the deprived in her district. Hence, she used much of the funds allotted for a lavish District office, to instead open this storefront, staffed by campaign volunteers and modestly paid interns. It had gotten off to a slow start. Most in Branchwater were resigned to their lives and distrusted any change. The modest government assistance they received along with odd, dead-end jobs were all they expected in life.
Therefore, when Trixie pushed open the door, ringing the little bell attached above it, and walked in, two well-dressed and immaculately groomed young women hurried to greet her. Trixie was impressed and pleased that these women seemed educated and well-spoken and full of enthusiasm, not like the walking dead kind of teacher she’d had in school. In a few minutes, they were sitting on brand new easy-chairs around an also new oak table, sipping coffee that tasted somehow sweet and nutty. Trixie had never tasted anything like it but was too embarrassed to ask what it was. After a little polite small talk (more in total than she’d had on ten dates), the women were asked Trixie to tell them about herself. As she did, their eyes lit up as they realized that this redhead was exactly the kind of client they were looking for (and had despaired of finding.)
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
"Unfortunately?" I take offense at that. Clem is modeled on me at that age when I was young and adventuresome and carefree!
Well, I suspect you’re saying that in jest, but I do take offense at every jacked up pickup I see. They are hardly limited to places like backcountry Alabama.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Alabama's 2nd Congressional District, Represented by Sheilah Rogers:
And she had a mighty high mountain to climb there.
Note that Conecuh County is the part extending westward near the bottom. The County Seat, Evergreen, is on Interstate 65 between Montgomery and Mobile.
irallen
Guard
I'm assuming that "Bridgewater /Leaving Bridgewater ... are the beginnings of the Singapore airport returning to Bridgewater story. Does the entire story appear together for reading or down loading. I like the undertone of humor and the imagination of the bits appearing above. Thanks for any info.
Oddly shaped … gerrymandered?
Leave Arkansas out of this!!!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I'm glad you asked that. I have been "too clever by half" as the British expression of disapproval goes. I have been mixing time and place. Those readers familiar with my Barbara in Singapore trilogy, especially the third part - https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/resou...ngapore-part-iii-by-praefectus-praetorio.816/ - have an idea of what's going on. But a newcomer may be justly confused.
Trixie comes from Branchwater Alabama as is being played out in most of the posts so far. She spends some time in Singapore, but, as described in the first entry in this thread was fired and sent home (by way of Turkey).
The main thread for a while will be to get her to Singapore. However, the main action will occur after she is fired and gets to Turkey. Is that clear? I hope! What I am doing is interspersing a few bits of the story that was told in Singapore III, of how she gets to Istanbul.
God, that does sound confusing! My recommendation to a new reader is to ignore the flight stuff and just follow the Banchwater story. It will be clear when that ends and the flight to Istanbul takes over.
Timeline
Branchwater - Evergreen - Virginia - Singapore -Istanbul - ?
Sorry!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Do you recognize Clem, Tree? Is he one of your forty-three first cousins by
