Chapter 1.
Jan was 60. About 5 feet 1 at a pinch, slim with brown hair, slightly specked with Grey, but not really noticeable. Her figure was trim, but you wouldn't know it. Her usual dress was loose sloppy sweaters or T Shits and baggy track pants with sneakers. To anyone, she was an elderly lady, the type you see around town or at the supermarkets. Her attitude to life was grumpy, and it was rare she smiled, although when one got the chance to talk to her and get to know her, she had a dry sense of humor
She was born in the bush and ended up in the big City in her teens. Hooking up with a dead head and a drinker, she, like all females of that era, married at 20 and had 2 kids with her husband. He worked, but besides football, the pub, and drinking, he was just that. Husband, who supplied the income and had a missus at home looking after the kids while he did what he wanted and got pissed.
So life went on for her, and around the 55-year-old mark, she had enough of the drunken husband and his verbal abuse and his no-hope attitude.
She left him. It didn't bother him in the least, so he was happy to go off drinking.
By then, the kids had grown. Her son Steve was working and married to an Asian, while her daughter Cathy married Pete, who worked for the local council.
Life went on, and Jan lived in a unit in a suburb of the city.
Cathy and her husband Pete moved to far-outback Queensland when Pete scored a job in the mines--big money for a bloke like him.
He was your typical council worker. He was small, about 32, skinny, and spent his life in shorts, a T-shirt or singlet, and thongs on his feet.
A year or so after moving up North, Jan met up with a bloke and became engaged. During a conversation with her daughter, Jan found that there was a caravan park in the area looking for a manager. The caravan park consisted of 50 or more vans men rented out, the mines paying their rent. There were cabins and housing at the actual mine, a small town, but all the accommodation in the huts and cabins was full, so the mining company hit on caravans.
Jan and her boyfriend applied for and got the job, moved up, and took over the running of the park. The money was not great, but they got free accommodation, all food, and bills paid, so it wasn't a bad perk with a decent wage as well.
Life went on, but about a year in, her boyfriend dropped her for another woman.
He left town with her, leaving Jan. Since the job called for a married couple to run the place, she was out of the caravan park and rented a 3-bedroom house near her daughters and sons-in-law.
She was reasonably content, her daughter around the corner, her grandkids dropping around, and socially, it was usually a BBQ and small get-togethers, the usual for small towns in the outback with limited entertainment, that being left to the people themselves.
But life was incredibly dull and monotonous.
All the men worked in the mines, and their wives were all younger.
She decided it was time to return to the City but had no money. Damn, big problem.
She could ask her daughter, but she didn't want to embarrass herself. Besides what they didn't spend on their mortgage, 3 kids, and bills, Pete spent on booze and trips away with his mates fishing and shooting on his days off.
Chapter 2
One day, riding with Pete, her son-in-law, she mentioned her plans to return to the city.
She didn't get on with Pete. Although they were polite to each other, Jan thought he was a looser who got lucky working at the mines and a loudmouth.
For her daughter's sake, she put up with Pete's behavior, and Cathy didn't really know the extent of her dislike for Pete, with his drinking and big mouth. He was just like her ex.
Running her to the local store he waited while she went in.
Coming out, a mate of Pete's was chatting away, and as she got in the car, they laughed, and Pete said, "Best shut up, mums here."
As they were driving back, Jan was intrigued.
What were you talking about.?
He laughed. It was nothing, really. It was just that Al is getting married, and he was worried his girlfriend might find out about the pros at the mine he had been seeing.
She had heard Pros went to the mines from a city about 200 km away and would sometimes drive over and service the men in the cabins at the mines. She had busted them when she ran the caravan park and often had to warn the young guys that women staying in the vans overnight was a no-no, although the men mostly ignored the rule.
Yeah, I know about those women she said. Do they make much?
They make a fortune, said Pete. They are charging 100 bucks for a damn blow job and 300 for a screw.
She was dumbfounded. Your kidding? That much?
Yep said Pete. The guys make big bucks, you know that, 2 or 3 thousand a week at least, and they are out here in the middle of nowhere with no women, so a couple of hundred for a screw is nothing to them and saves them pulling themselves, I guess, he laughed.
Jan blushed. Pete was coarse, and she chided him
Well, I'm just saying he laughed. Hey there, yah go, mum. You need money to get out of here. You're out working a little at the mines.
Dave enjoyed his joke and laughed his head off as Jan stared out the window, giving a snort.
Yeah, right, she said, as if.
No, really, mum, you outa think about it.
They reached home, and the conversation ended.
Over the next few days, it crossed Jan's mind several times about what Pete had said.
She pushed it from her mind each time, but the thoughts returned. Three hundred dollars to have sex? Unreal.
Her Government benefits were just 400 a week, and a prostitute at the mines would make that in an hour with men.
Sex had never worried her. She never really enjoyed it. As a teenager, she had been groped, and young guys would feel her up, even one or two slid fingers in her pussy, but apart from that, she remained a virgin until meeting her husband.
Sex with him was nothing special, at least not for her.
She didn't know otherwise, and for her, it was a usually half-drunk husband climbing on and, within 3 minutes cumming.
There was no affection, not that she wanted any; she wasn't that type of woman, and on a couple of occasions, her husband coaxed her to oral sex; it was not a turn-on.
That stopped when in a drunken episode, she agreed only to have him cum without warning in her mouth, which made her choke and dry reach to the point of vomiting.
That was the end of giving oral.
Her last male friend wasn't much better. Wham bam, thank you, mam, and over.
It never dawned on her that she may have been the problem until, when leaving her, the boyfriend told her in anger that the main reason he found another woman was she was a cold fish with sex and never showed any enjoyment.
Jan didn't dare tell him at the time that, in fact, she often had an orgasm, but for an unknown reason, she would never let on that she was enjoying sex at the time.
She put it down to psychological reasons from childhood and never really cared.
She often masturbated, had all her life, and preferred a carrot or a small cucumber. Easier and more enjoyable than having a man slobbering all over her.
Chapter 3.
Cathy and Pete were having a Saturday afternoon BBQ. That was pretty normal. They were fun until about 8 or nine in the evenings when the guys got drunk.
She looked forward to the afternoon and evening, though. Most of the men were married and had bought their wives, and it was great to be around people chatting and talking.
About 30 people were at the BBQ, and as the evening rolled on, Peters's friend Terry sauntered over and started chatting to her.
He was a nice guy; Jan had known him for a while, and he wasn't much of a drinker.
The conversation drifted about work and the mines, and not being able to keep her inquisitive nature in check, she asked Terry.
Pete was telling me that women come out to the mines. She blurted out.
Terry nodded as he sipped his beer. Yeah, that's been going on forever.
What are they like?
Oh, there, OK. I have been with a few, and they are OK, but I don't really bother that much, they can be pretty rough, and lots are druggies or half drunk.
She was surprised at how candid he was that he actually had paid.
That surprises me, she said.
What?
I'm surprised you would do that. You seem like a nice guy, so it's a shame you don't have a woman and that you have to pay for it.
He chuckled.
Nope, I'm happy that way. I'm not from here, and I've been working at the mine for three years and saving all the money.
I have a year to go; then I'm going home and buying a house. I might get a woman then, but it's far easier and less complicated to pay a few hundred and get what I want. No ties, no nothing, do it and walk away. Lots of the guys are the same. They have wives or girlfriends in other states, so they are here to make the money, then head off when they save up a fortune.
Never thought of it like that, she responded.
The women must make big bucks.
Oh, they do. On a night a woman can make $2000 bucks.
She was stunned. Good grief, really? How much is it? Pete said 300. It's a bit less for, say, a head job, but most guys want the lot. And if it's a party hire, they get 500 even.
What a party!
When two or three guys have a woman, they have a party, and they all, well, you know, and she gets 500. It's not bad for an hour, lol.
Have you done that?
A party? Well, once I did with a mate, but usually, I just went with her myself. They come to your cabin, and 30 minutes later, all done, away they go. I don't remember now because it was boring, and the girls were getting a bit rough and ready.
He stared at her with a smile.
She blushed and laughed.
He laughed also. Why are you thinking of making some money?
She shook her head.
No way. It would be a lot of money, but God no. If Cathy or my friends found out, I would be shamed. I could never look at them again.
He listened quietly sipping his beer as he watched the guys cooking the BBQ.
And anyway, I'm a bit bloody old. I don't think any of the guys would want a 65-year-old granny turning up.
He chuckled. Oh, don't u believe that.
I know one or two who have privates. A lot of older ladies, like you, would never dream of doing it at the mines. Every town I lived and worked in had ladies with privates; some were even married, and the hubby went along with it for the money.
What is a private?
A lady who just gets, say 2 or 3 guys regularly. Like they drop round her place or meet up, have the screw, say once a week, and that's it. The woman's happy she makes the money, and no one knows, and the guys are happy because they keep it private. No one knows. They don't have heaps of men, just the regular 2 or 3 a week.
Really, she said again in deep thought.
He leaned closer. If you are thinking of it, put me down as number one.
She glanced at him.
He looked back at the barbecue.
You are teasing me now.
Nope, he shook his head, looking at her.
I would be more than happy with that deal. I told you I don't bother with the pros at the mine, but I reckon a private deal once or twice a week with a nice, respectable lady who will keep quiet is a great deal
I'm a bit old for you.
I'm 40, so what. It is straight sex is all, no ties, no promises, no attachment. You're a nice bird. Being 65 doesn't matter, and anyway, I like older ladies.
