Bootleg: A Memoir Chapter 4

The Exhibitionist

Having lived among both, I find that I prefer the working class to the nobles. They know what it is to be in need and are much quicker to help. When we docked in Bootleg, Delray took me home with him. I was another mouth to feed and another body to squeeze into cramped quarters, but I was welcomed with open arms.

It was Delray’s red faced, harassed mother who hit on a way for me to earn a living. She and some of the other parents in town had vague hopes of their children one day being successful in what they called “the outside world.” They knew this required education, but none possessing it, no one could pass it on. News that there was an educated noblewoman in exile among them was taken as a miracle. Doors opened, horizons broadened and suddenly I had a calling in life — I was a teacher.

I was given an abandoned warehouse for a classroom. My pay was mostly in food, fabric, candles, firewood and the like. A small cottage was donated to me by the father of one of my students. It was in a quiet place outside town, private, clean, and had its own garden. It wasn’t what I was used to, but it belonged to me.

I adopted the casual style of dress that was the norm in Bootleg. I wore loose, off the shoulder blouses with full, ankle length skirts and sandals — when I wore shoes at all. Sometimes I just ran barefoot through shaded jungles and sunny beaches. I finally had the freedom I wanted.

Delray and I were still lovers, but not in love. We were friends who shared our bodies with each other whenever the need arose. We spent many long, hot, tender evenings together.

I became friends with some of the girls in the brothels. I was particularly close to one named Nanette who worked at “The Hiked Skirt Inn.” About my age, she had a statuesque figure, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. Naturally she was quite popular with the inn’s patrons, which included Delray. I liked talking with her because she’d grown up in Bootleg and knew everything about everyone — especially the men.

I met Sully one night when Delray and I were out on the town. He walked up and suggested that we find a room and have a threesome.

“Forget it,” said Delray. “I’m not into that kinky shit.”

Sully had winked at me and said, “If you ever get bored with him and want to try kinky, let me know.” And then he’d melted into the crowd.

Curious, I described him to Nanette the next day. “About my age…skinny…messy sandy hair…freckles…broken nose…big mouth.”

“Sully. Has someone busted his nose again? That loud mouth of his is going to get him killed. That and his gambling. He’s been barred from this place because he keeps trying to sneak out without paying. Other than that, he’s a good guy.”
“Delray called him kinky?” I prompted.

“Not as much as others I could mention. Honey, they all have their kinks. Sully, he’s a show off. He likes to do it in public where people can watch. He has a thing for group sex…lots of men with one woman. And he has a thing for seeing a woman’s face covered in cum.” She laughed and then said, “Take Delray for instance….not a chance…he thinks it’s disrespectful. Personally I don’t care as long as I get paid.”

“Delray won’t even do that in my mouth,” I reflected. “It’s been a while since I’ve really tasted a man, you know?”

Nanette shrugged. “I guess the novelty has worn off for me. After a while it’s all the same. But Sully is okay…safe, you know?