Mrs. Rush reviewed the TWR Final Request Voucher. It looked to be in order: the Pledge Contributor's Requested Scenario, TWA Security's Clearances for Scenario Participants, Electronic Funds Transfer Authorization and the Confirmed Venue Schedule.
All Total Woman Academy Pledge Contributors (PC's) had discretionary use of the Total Woman Academy Graduate Network. TWA graduates donated their time and talents to events that contributed their earnings to the TWA Alumni Fund. The graduates volunteered for assignments at exclusive TWA Health Clinics and Resorts. Total Woman Requests offered the graduates additional volunteer assignments in unusual places and settings. All assignments offered abundant opportunities for graduates to refine their unique talents.
This Pledge Contributor had achieved a spectacular professional football career whereas his college roommate had contributed to society as a community college history teacher. His professional specialty was economic development of the old American West. A mountain resort town's pioneer museum was holding a costume pageant fund raiser. The PC would sponsor his old friend's outing and had requested some post-pageant carousing.
Mrs. Rush scrawled her approval on the Voucher form and handed it to her secretary. The fantasy was underway.....
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Calvin tugged the high starched collar of his costume business suit where it irritated his neck. It was amusing playing dress up and he loved the venue. The Rocky Mountains Pioneer Museum was having its Annual Vintage Costume Fair and Fundraiser. The museum was dedicated to authentic displays of the rough and tumble mining, timber and ranching days of the late 19th century. Calvin's college roommate had given Calvin his ticket and a generous amount for expense money so he could attend in his stead and present the roommate's generous donation.
Calvin wandered through the main museum rooms. Dioramas displayed various skills for daily life in the mountains and open ranges. Cattle ranching had branding and fence mending, timber operations with its human powered tree cutting equipment and power driven sawmills, mining industries showing drills, explosives and hydraulic excavation.
Calvin's strolls brought him to a rear area of the museum and a full-size diorama of a typical ranch station house. The front entrance room, kitchen and a bedroom of the private quarters had been re- created with antique replicas of the era's furniture and fittings.
After inspecting the main room and kitchen, Calvin entered the bedroom. It contained a four poster bed, lace curtains, chest of drawers, and claw foot iron bathtub. There was a large sepia photo on the wall showing the ranch manager and his family.
Calvin knew that many of the ranches, mines and timber tracts were founded by British financiers who placed their trustworthy manager/agents onsite to oversee the operations. The London based owners supplied investment capital and industrial equipment to the remote sites, sold the enterprises' products and reinvested the profits.
Calvin looked closely at the sepia photo of the onsite agent. He was standing, wearing the period fashionable high starched collar shirt but he wore no pants. His arms were draped across the shoulders of two young women and each hand grasped the outer tit of the lasses above their cupless bustiers. Both girls were also naked below the waist and each had a hand tucked under the agent's shirt tail at his groin. Everyone was smiling.
Calvin understood the nature of the photograph. In addition to capital and equipment, the absentee London owners were called upon to supply relief and comfort to their isolated agents. Concurrent to the expansion of the American West, Ireland was suffering the potato famine. There were many orphans, particularly nubile young females, who could be 'rescued' and sent to better living conditions in the hinterlands. Most transportees were impressive of body and impressionable of mind. It really worked out well for all parties.
Calvin's musings were interrupted by a petite redhead. She was dressed in the museum's security guard uniform.
"Sir, the museum will be closing in ten minutes. We ask that you make your way to the front entrance, please."
"Yes, of course, thank you."
The redhead went away and Calvin dawdled in the area for a few moments and lazed towards the front. The museum seemed empty and the front hallway was deserted. He pushed the entrance door to leave but it was locked. He heard someone and turned to find the security guard walking towards him.
"Sir? Are you still here? We thought you had left with the others."
The guard tried the door. It was locked.
"Sir, I don't have the key to this one. I will let you out the backdoor. Please follow me."
Calvin enjoyed the journey as he followed the uniformed redhead through the hallways, taking the opportunity to admire her tight little ass in the tailored uniform. As they approached the ranch station diorama, she went through the display to a door near the back. It was also locked. She guided Calvin to the bedroom display and motioned for him to sit.
"Okay, why don't you have a seat in here and I'll get the key. I won't be long."