Jacob's Job - Part 2 - The Conclusion

The Delta Delta Delta sorority dorm was less than a block from the campus of Wolverton College. Located on a shaded side street, it blended unobtrusively with the elegant, almost palacial, residences in the neighborhood. Jacob's spirits soared as he observed the large panel of skylight windows in the roof of the three-story brick structure. The grandeur of the building exceeded his expectations.

Entering the foyer, Jacob stood awkwardly for a few seconds wondering what he should do next. It was midsummer and with the normal residents gone the building was filled with an eerie quietness. Suddenly, one of the side doors opened and an attractive middle-aged woman stepped out. She had salt and pepper hair and was wearing slacks and a blouse with a pair of pumps.

"You must be Jacob, Jacob Myrther?" she asked extending her hand.

"Yes ma'am," he replied.

"Good, I've been expecting you. I'm Cynthia Bloom, head matron here at the dorm. I just got off the phone a few minutes ago and Juanita gave you her highest recommendation . She has told me all about you, and I've seen your psych profile, you know. I think you will be ideal for this job."

"I hope so, ma'am."

"Well, if you become our new dorm attendant I'll be your boss, but don't worry, I don't bite - not too hard anyway." Cynthia laughed.

Jacob forced a chuckle.

"Jacob, I think it's time you met the rest of the staff. Why don't you come into my office and I'll give them a call. While we're waiting for them to arrive you can go ahead and be filling out your W-4 and insurance form and all."

Jacob actually pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. This was just too good to be true! He would not only be working, but living 24-7 in a dorm full of beautiful coeds. He tried hard to keep his imagination in check as he filled out the routine employment forms.

Jacob had always been a kind of nerdish wallflower - never popular with girls. Not only was Jacob still a virgin at twenty two, he had never had a real date, not unless you counted soda dates, study dates, and formal chaperoned affairs. He had never even been kissed except for the occasional obligatory little dry-mouthed peck after escorting a girl to her door.

Hearing footsteps in the foyer, Jacob looked up to see two men enter the office. The taller one, with a thick head of blonde hair, seemed to be in his middle forties. The other man was dark-haired and appeared to be about ten years younger. Both were clean shaven.

"Jacob, these are dorm attendants, Marlow and Freddy," Cynthia said, gesturing toward the men. "Guys, meet Jacob, our prospective new dorm attendant."

Marlow, the blonde man, was wearing khaki shorts, and Freddy was wearing a pair of well-worn blue-jeans. Both men were wearing tank tops. Their muscles appeared to be in good tone, although they lacked bulk.

After exchanging formalities, Marlow, spoke. "We've been down in the gym helping Marsha and Roxanne assemble some new exercise equipment. The girls will be up shortly."

No sooner had Marlow spoken than Jacob heard more feet skittering in the foyer. Marsha and Roxanne soon joined them and Cynthia performed the introductions.

"Ladies, this is Jacob. As I was telling Marlow and Freddy, Jacob is going to be our new dorm attendant. There are just a few more details I need to explain to him about the job, but I'm sure he'll work out fine. His profile is perfect."

The girls laughed uneasily and stared at Jacob as though he were a curiosity. Jacob didn't know why, but the look in their eyes made him nervous. However, he realized calling these women matrons was very misleading. Cynthia was quite attractive and amiable herself, but Marsha and Roxanne were absolute babes!

Both girls appeared to be in their middle to late twenties. Marsha was a tall blonde - maybe 6'1", taller than anyone else in the room. Her hair was cut short, just below her ears. She was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans - cut far too short to be decent in public. The sides were split to the waist making it obvious she was wearing nothing underneath. She was wearing a halter top/sports bra and Jacob couldn't decide if the garment had been designed as outerwear or not. Jacob thought Marsha looked like a beautiful Amazon.

Roxanne was of medium height, about 5'6". She had long dark auburn hair and was wearing a sheer white nylon body suit with nothing underneath. It appeared to be a little too small for her. The flimsy garment was soaked with perspiration and it was obvious that she had been vigorously working out. Her nipples and areola were plainly visible through the thin damp nylon and the sheer stretchy fabric displayed her obviously shaved labia with breathtaking immodesty. Jacob felt a tingle between his legs and felt an erection growing.

"I'm sorry," Marsha said, addressing Jacob, "we weren't dressed for interviews. You kind of caught us by surprise." The whole group - except for Jacob - chuckled. Jacob actually felt self-conscious in his suit and tie.

"Actually," said Cynthia, "during the regular school year, when the girls are here, we do have a dress code. Street-legal clothes are required on the first floor - there are no dorm rooms on this floor. Elsewhere, it's anything goes!" The group laughed again, and Jacob managed a chuckle.

"You know," Cynthia continued, "Delta Delta Delta has been accused of being a little old-fashioned with coed dorms becoming so popular nowadays, but we don't allow boys on the residence floors. Delta offers a unique experience to the girls and we place our values and traditions above trendiness. If a girl can't accept that, she shouldn't be a Delta girl."

"Well, who's going to give Jacob a tour of his new workplace - and new home?" Cynthia asked, half rhetorically. "Roxanne, you look like you could use a shower. Guys, why don't you go back down to the gym with Roxanne and finish up with the equipment down there. I'll let Marsha give Jacob the tour."

Jacob arose gingerly from his chair, leaning forward trying to conceal his budding erection. Marsha glanced down at him and smiled, just discreetly enough not to be obvious. Jacob blushed.

"You'll get used to us soon enough," Marsha said, chuckling. "Come with me." Jacob followed her through the foyer and into the main lobby.

"Just wait until next month," she continued. "This whole dorm will be full of crazy young college girls, giggling, shouting, pulling pranks, and just acting silly. And you'll have your hands full with the new girls until they get used to the rules. Enforcing the dress code on the first floor will be a lot of it. Panties and bra is pretty much the standard uniform for the girls on their own floors, and I see more going topless each year."

Marsha giggled and looked down with amusement at the expression of Jacob's face.

The main lobby was elegantly decorated, yet functional, with a large-screen television and a real wood-burning fireplace. A sliding partition opened up onto a bar that connected the main lobby with the cafeteria.

"We eat here too?" Jacob inquired.

"Not all the time," Marsha replied. "We do have a fully equipped kitchen and cafeteria, but we only use it for banquets and special occasions. We call it our banquet hall."

Jacob was having a hard time keeping his eyes off Marsha's powerful thighs and firm buttocks. The skimpy cutoff shorts left little to the imagination. At first it was a little intimidating to have to look up to meet Marsha's gaze, but he was beginning to find that feeling to be strangely sexy. Marsha was so powerful - so in-control.

The first floor was home to the dorm's library and there was also a large sound-proofed music room with recording booths. Across the hall from the library were several cozy-looking study rooms.

"These rooms give the girls a quiet place to study if there happens to be a party or something going on in their own rooms," Marsha said. "They can even bring their dates into these rooms. They have to be signed in and approved of course."

Their tour of the first floor essentially complete, Jacob told Marsha of his interest in art and his desire to see the skylight studio. She led him into the stairwell and soon they were bounding up three flights of stairs to the attic. Jacob lagged a couple of steps behind during their ascent, partly because Marsha was in better shape and pulled ahead of him and partly because the view of Marsha's legs and buttocks was awesome from that vantage point. There was certainly no incentive for Jacob to pull ahead!

Atop the stairs, Jacob was breathing a little heavier than usual. Marsha, however, was affected not at all.

"We have an elevator," Marsha chuckled, "but we discourage its use except for moving furniture and things like that. You'll stay in much better shape if you use the stairs all the time."

When Jacob had been told about the attic studio, the word "attic" had conjured up visions of exposed rafters, electrical conduits, and cobwebs in the corners. He was pleasantly surprised. Not only the studio, but the whole attic was finished in tasteful detail.

In addition to the studio there was a small meeting room that would comfortably accommodate twelve or fifteen people. There were several reading or study rooms, and the dormer windows were fitted with window seats. The whole floor exuded a cozy, homey atmosphere.

The attic tour finished they descended the stairs back to the third floor.

"This will be your apartment," Marsha said, pointing to a door near the stairs. "That's where Willie lived. The newbies always get third floor." Marsha giggled.

"Willie?" Jacob asked.

"Oh, Willie was the dorm attendant who left us this summer. He had been with us three years, then he up and decided to get married. Dorm attendants and hall matrons have to be single - it's in the contract."

Marsha opened the door to the vacant apartment and gestured for Jacob to enter.

"Willie married a sociologist," Marsha continued. "She was doing her doctoral thesis on our male attendant program and our lifestyle here."

"When… when's he going to move out? Jacob asked as he looked around at the fully furnished apartment. The apartment consisted of a living room, bedroom, kitchenette, and a full bath with stacked laundry units.

Marsha giggled.

"Willie moved out a month ago. The apartments come completely furnished. Delta even pays all your utilities except your phone and movie channels. Basic cable is provided. None of this comes out of your salary either. It's part of the perks."

Jacob looked at the twenty-five-inch television sitting in the entertainment center. "Nice!" he exclaimed.

"Oh," Marsha added, "you will have to provide your own VCR or DVD player - and you'll have to provide your own computer. They do have DSL lines available here though."

"Not a problem," said Jacob. "This is totally awesome!"

"I'll be your neighbor across the hall," Marsha continued. "Sometimes when the girls have been acting really silly you'll want some more mature company - trust me, you will. You can come over to my apartment and hang out. You know, unless there's an emergency or something, we can lock the door and just talk and watch movies and stuff. Willie and I used to do that a lot."

Jacob was getting a bulge in his pants that was causing him to have to keep his back turned to Marsha. He had to talk to her looking over his shoulder. From the expression on Marsha's face Jacob suspected she knew what his problem was. This was embarrassing!

Jacob resolved that he would go out this very evening and by some very strong jockey straps. Wearing those under his clothes should minimize the risk of having embarrassing erections. He could see this was going to be a problem in this job. He might even have to get those things he had seen on the Internet that transvestites wear. What were they called…? Gaffs, yes, that was it. He might have to wear a gaff.

They looked at some of the girls' rooms, vacant and unfurnished. Basically, if you had seen one you had seen them all. Stopping off only briefly on the second floor, Marsha showed Jacob where Roxanne, Marlow, and Freddy's apartments were located.

On the basement level, Marsha led Jacob to the gym. The gym was as elaborate as any fitness center Jacob had seen in town. There was a room full of stationary bikes, stair-steppers, and assorted exercise machines, including the one the staff had just assembled. A broad archway opened into a large room that contained little more than a CD player and a speaker system. This room was kept vacant for aerobics.

Marlow and Freddy were just picking up the tools and cleaning up around the newly-assembled weight machine. Marsha led Jacob through some double doors into a room with an inlaid tile floor. The air was very warm and humid. A shower could be heard running in the background. Jacob assumed it was Roxanne.

That's our steam room and that's the sauna," Marsha said, pointing to yet more doors. "Down that little hallway are the showers and the girl's lockers, and those doors at the very end lead into our indoor pool. The girls do water aerobics in there. These tables you see around us here are massage tables. Are you a good masseur, Jacob?"

"No ma'am," Jacob answered sheepishly.

"We'll have to train you then. You'll have to become good at it. I guess we've really got the girls spoiled. Believe you me, they love their massages! They'll work you to death rubbing them down if you let them, Jacob." Marsha giggled and gestured toward a cabinet full of scented oils and lotions.

"I… I guess that's what we're here for," Jacob said awkwardly.

"Oh, it's not so bad," Marsha said, laughing. "It's give and take. The girls are going to insist on massaging and rubbing you down too. That's okay. It's all part of the experience. The girls really do come to appreciate what you provide them here, especially the juniors and seniors. They will all develop their own special way of showing their appreciation… and their affection."

Jacob was so excited and turned-on that he was shaking. He was bent forward in an obvious attempt to conceal his boner.

"Come on," Marsha said, starting back through the double doors, "I'll let Freddy or Marlow show you the outdoors and explain the rest of your duties."

Jacob followed Marsha back into the main workout room where Marlow and Freddy had just finished up. Marlow volunteered to show Jacob around outside. They were just about to head for the stairwell when the double doors flew open and Roxanne burst into the room - stark naked. She was holding a standard white gym towel, but she was using it to dry her hair.

Jacob stood aghast at the awesome spectacle of Roxanne's beautiful body.

"Hi Jacob," Roxanne said, still drying her hair and making no attempt of cover her nudity. "Have you decided to become one of us?" She smiled warmly at Jacob.

"Yes, I… I think so," Jacob managed nervously.

"Marlow still needs to explain a few details to him," Marsha interjected. "Then he can sign the final papers and his release."

"Oh" Roxanne said, shaking her head to let her long auburn hair twirl. She then proceeded to wrap her hair in the towel like a turban. "I hope you stay with us, Jacob. I know it's not for everybody, but it's a very rewarding lifestyle. Wouldn't you say so, guys?"

"Absolutely," Freddy affirmed. "I have no regrets and I wouldn't change a thing."

"Nor would I," Marlow reiterated.

Grabbing a small gym bag, Roxanne started for the door, her firm naked buttocks twitching haughtily. "Well people, I think I'll slip into a bikini and lay out by the pool a while. See you guys later." With that, she disappeared through the door and into the stairwell.

Jacob just stood there gasping, the boner in his pants visible to all now.

"Jacob, why don't you and I go out and have a look at the grounds," Marlow insisted.

"Su… sure," Jacob blurted, thankful for an opportunity to get his mind, and the group's attention, off his embarrassing boner.

Jacob followed Marlow up a flight of stairs, into the rear foyer, then out onto a large tile patio. Blue ripples in the water of the large swimming pool looked inviting in the warm late-afternoon sun. A tall privacy fence enclosed two, maybe three acres of well-manicured lawn, flower gardens, and tennis courts. Near the rear of the grounds, was a separate brick building with three garage doors. Jacob assumed some kind of mowing and maintenance machinery was housed there.

"I suppose it keeps you guys pretty busy mowing and landscaping around here?" Jacob inquired.

Marlow laughed. "Not unless you just want the exercise. Delta has a contract with a landscaping company that takes care of all that. It's not our job. Same goes for building maintenance; they contract it out to a maintenance company.

"Oh, you might be called on to do minor repairs - you know, broken hinges, changing a light bulb, stuff like that. And if a toilet stops up in the middle of the night, you might have to get up and plunger it out - some girls always think they can throw their Tampons in there."

Jacob and Marlow both laughed.

"No," Marlow continued, "if any major plumbing or building repairs are required, we just call the maintenance contractor. The girls are responsible for cleaning their own rooms, but we have a housekeeping crew that comes in three times a week and cleans all the communal areas. Our function is to provide assistance, counseling, companionship, and security for the girls."

Jacob seemed lost in thought for a moment, before finally speaking.

"You know, this seems like a wonderful job and all, but it's almost too good to be true. I mean, there's got to be a catch."

Marlow cast a knowing smile at Jacob.

"A catch, yes, a catch. We are getting to this matter at last." Marlow looked like he was groping for the right words.

"I personally don't consider it a catch. It's a lifestyle choice, a wonderful transformation. I can see, though, how someone from the outside, from the mundane world like yourself, might have reservations about making this choice. Our culture and society conditions our minds to reject this choice."

Jacob looked confused. Marlow seemed to be talking in riddles.

"Jacob, I haven't seen your psych profile, but Cynthia says you're ideal for this job. Do you like the idea of working around dozens of young college girls - in intimate circumstances - helping them with their baths, giving them massages and oil rubdowns, and becoming their friend and confidant?"

"Y… yes, of course. What guy wouldn't!" Jacob blurted.

Marlow smiled and looked at Jacob, a little condescendingly this time.

"But you know there has to be a catch, don't you Jacob. Freddy and I have both accepted it. We love our job and wouldn't trade it for anything. I think you'll love it too, as soon as you get settled in. The catch is, Jacob, that in order to accept this job you have to become like me and Freddy. We're eunuchs."

Jacob gasped and his vision began to blur. His whole world was in a reeling fog.

"Here, boy," Marlow said, taking Jacob by the arm, "sit down before you fall."

"No, I'll be okay," Jacob protested, "but I think I need to use the restroom.

Marlow escorted Jacob into the little flat-roofed cabana at the edge of the patio. Entering the change area, Marlow pointed Jacob toward a swinging door at one end.

"Right through there," he said, "and don't bother looking for a urinal. You won't find one anywhere on the Delta house grounds."

Jacob went into a stall and thought he was going to pee in his pants before he could get his penis free. For all the big embarrassing boners he had been having today, his nervousness and fear had caused his penis to shrivel up. Bracing himself on the stall with one hand, he shook like a leaf, splashing urine onto the rim of the commode and onto the floor. He thought he might need to have a bowel movement, but after a couple of big bursts of flatulence that urge passed.

Exiting the restroom, Jacob found Marlow waiting for him in the change area. Like some pervert at the bus station, Jacob thought. But he realized that wasn't Marlow's intention.

"Jacob, before we discuss this any further, I think you need to see. You have a right to see. It's only fair that you know exactly what you're getting into."

Jacob and Marlow just looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Okay," Jacob muttered weakly.

Hooking his thumbs inside his waistband, with one quick jerk, Marlow pulled his khaki shorts down to his knees. "Here," he said.

Jacob gasped and staggered back against the wall. He had expected to see a man minus his balls, but he saw absolutely nothing. Marlow's crotch was smooth, smoother than a girl's!

"This process is called nullification," Marlow said, matter-of-factly. "In the ancient kingdoms and empires it was common practice for bedchamber eunuchs to have both their penis and testicles removed. It makes us perfectly safe around the women. Fortunately, modern medicine and operating techniques make the process essentially painless and free of complications."

"Where… how… how do you pee?" Jacob stammered.

"Here," Marlow said, leaning back and pointing to a small pink orifice low in his crotch. "After removing the penis they relocate the urethra just behind where your scrotum used to be. That allows you to pee sitting normally on the commode. Otherwise, you would have to reach forward and touch your toes every time you took a piss. A real bummer if you have to shit at the same time!"

Marlow laughed heartily and pulled his shorts back up. Jacob tried to join in the laughter, but was unsuccessful in even managing a smile. As they left the cabana, Jacob held to Marlow's arm for support.

"Freddy's had the same operation I have," Marlow continued. "That's a requirement for a dorm attendant. Of course Delta Delta Delta pays for everything, the trip to Mexico, the operation, everything."

"Mexico?" Jacob asked. Marlow helped Jacob into a padded deck chair.

"Yeah, in Cancun. That's where they do the operation. It's kind of like a vacation. I'd better let Cynthia fill you in on the details though."

Jacob had just now recovered his faculties enough to feel a surge of panic run through him. Marlow had been talking to him as though this thing was already a done deal. No! Jacob wasn't going to submit to this ridiculous operation. This was just too far out to be real!

Jacob was just about to speak his mind and relay his feelings to Marlow when Roxanne suddenly stepped out onto the patio. She was wearing a skimpy, hot purple, bikini. It was cut so scantily in the crotch that it could not have been worn by an unshaved woman. Jacob was transfixed watching the carefully metered rhythm of Roxanne's firm thighs and shapely hips as she strutted across the patio.

Roxanne looked at Marlow, then at Jacob, then back at Marlow.

"He knows, doesn't he," she said. Jacob's distraught expression was too obvious.

"Yeah, he knows," Marlow confirmed.

"All of it?"

"All of it. I showed him."

"Well, Jacob, don't look so glum," Roxanne said. "I was born without any of that silly male equipment and I'm perfectly happy. Never had it; don't want it!" Roxanne giggled.

Jacob tried to speak, but only stammered a few unintelligible syllables.

"I gave up my package when I was thirty-two," Marlow said. "I'm forty-five now and the only regrets I have is that I didn't have it done a few years sooner. My life has been a lot more meaningful and happier since that day."

Glancing back toward the dorm, Jacob saw Cynthia, Marsha, and Freddy coming out on the patio. They were all wearing swimsuits. Freddy was wearing a pair of plaid boxer trunks and looked like any guy you might see on the beach.

"I thought I would go for a little dip before going home this evening," Cynthia said.

Cynthia was wearing a red one-piece suit and Jacob could see she had a well-muscled firm body. She was quite attractive, he thought.

"Well, young man, have you made your decision yet?" Cynthia asked. "I assume Marlow has filled you in on all the details by now."

Jacob couldn't speak.

"Yes," said Marlow, "I told him… all the details."

Cynthia smiled.

Jacob looked at Cynthia, then at Roxanne, and then at Marsha. Marsha was wearing a one-piece blue swimsuit that was cut so high on the sides and so skimpy in the waist it appeared more provocative and revealing than most bikinis. It was probably the concern and sympathy Jacob saw in Marsha's soft blue eyes that caused him to start crying.

Jacob jerked and sniffled and choked, trying to hold back the tears. Then he began crying in an uncontrollable outburst. Marsha stepped up beside Jacob's chair and put her arm around his neck. She pulled his face against her exposed hip, allowing his tears to roll down her curvaceous well-toned thigh.

"Bless your heart," Marsha said. "I know this is an awful big step, but it's not going to be so bad. Trust me."

Cynthia reached out and warmly clasped one of Jacob's hands in both of hers.

"Jacob, dear, I wish I could tell you that I know exactly what you're going through, but we both know that's an experience we can't share. What I can tell you though, is that I have sat and held the hand of many young men - and some not so young - who were going through the same thing you're going through this moment.

"Jacob, you may not believe this, but I already know what your decision will be. If your answer was going to be 'no' you would already be in your car halfway across town by now. I've seen those kind too. The fact that you're still sitting here with us, crying, tells me all I need to know. It only remains for you to accept it and adjust."

"She's right," Marsha whispered, bending down and kissing him softly on his eyelids, drying his tears. "You're going to be a member of our little family, and we're looking forward to having you."

"And don't be ashamed to cry," Cynthia said, sympathetically. "They all do - all of them."

"Yes," said Marlow, "and after only a year or so you will look back and it will all seem so silly. But don't worry, I cried, Freddy cried, and Willie cried. It's just part of the transition."

"Jacob?" Cynthia asked, "When does the lease run out on your present apartment?"

Jacob stopped crying and looked up. He was surprised that the conversation had turned toward more mundane topics.

"This week," he answered. "My roommate's already moved out. He got a job in another town. I gotta move out this weekend. And then, you know, I gotta start looking for something."

"This is perfect!" Cynthia exclaimed. "As soon as you sign your release we can start moving your stuff over. You'll have plenty of help."

"I don't have much stuff." Jacob said dryly.

"That works for me," Freddy quipped. They all laughed.

"I can have the plane tickets purchased and the reservations made," Cynthia said. "You can be on the plane for Cancun Monday. I usually go on these trips, but unfortunately I'll be busy this year. Don't worry, you won't be alone. Marsha and Roxanne will go with you and Juanita Perez from the ad agency will be going too. She's good to fill in for me when I can't make it. You'll by staying there about a week or ten days before they operate, so it's kind of a nice little vacation - in advance.

"Yeah, we'll all share a nice suite," Marsha said. "We can really get to know each other."

"Well, I'm going for that dip," Cynthia said. "It's too bad you don't have a suit, Jacob, or you could join us. By the way we do require clothing outdoors on the grounds. Even with the privacy fence there are prying eyes in tall buildings. We even got a call from the FAA once, but that's another story."

"I'm about your size," Freddy said. "I'm sure I've got a pair of trunks that will fit you."

"It's okay," said Jacob "I've got to go to work at Fast Jack's Hamburgers at six o'clock. That's my shift."

"You know," said Cynthia, "when you sign that release you'll be hired and you can tell Fast Jack's where to stick it. Your salary will start Monday morning and your starting salary will be over three times what Fast Jack's is paying - and that's assuming you work full time at Fast Jack's!"

"Want me to go after the papers?" Roxanne asked, glancing at Cynthia.

Cynthia smiled and nodded and Roxanne bounded back into the dorm.

"You… you… know," Jacob stammered, "I… I… haven't really decided to…"

"Yes you have," Marsha said, softly, kneeling down and cuddling him. "You're part of our little family now. You know, I get lonesome sleeping up on the third floor all by myself. Until we get your stuff moved over you can just stay with me. I'll give you the grand tour of my apartment tonight - if you know what I mean."

Jacob began to gasp and shake. He was crying again. Roxanne returned with a clipboard and pranced up to Jacob with eagerness in her teasing eyes.

"Here you go, baby," she said softly, pushing the clipboard and pen into his hands. Putting her mouth near his ear, Roxanne whispered very softly, "Can you imagine a threesome, Jacob; me, you, and Marsha?"

"And when you get to Cancun you'll have to make that a foursome," Cynthia cackled. "You won't be able to keep Juanita out of that scene!"

With tears rolling down his face, Jacob gripped the pen firmly and signed the release.

THE END

Farrell Squire