a place only Maik-lings know

The initial resistance of our military to the presence of Maik-lings has apparently eased.  On my visit I found nothing but kind words.  Quiet as they tend to be, these girls tend to win one over.  Also winning is their striving for excellence in harsh conditions.  Surely a naked girl cannot be comfortable spending most of the day in a chilly hanger in this high altitude, mending the uniforms of airmen.  But with Qinyang, as with the others, there is no sign of distress, just the natural bodily reactions of goose pimples and stiff nipples, and the occasional rubbing of her arms and wiggling of freezing toes on cold concrete.  Despite being surrounded by racks of clothing, and having clothing passing thorugh her hands at all times, she never seems to envy the covering that everyone around her enjoys, or evinces any desire to try it on.  Instead she concentrates on being an excellent seamstress, which she is.  There is no lack of work for her, given that with the shortage of Nomex due to sanctions the men are stuck with cloth suits which routinely rip with the stresses of flight.

Admittedly some warmth is provided by her body’s natural responses to the intrusions she sits upon, three in number, the first smaller than the other two, which are of considerably greater size than the male member they ostensibly imitate.  During her five-minute “respites” (I believe this is the proper term), of which there are six daily, the hangarmaster turns on a switch and a distinct hum is heard which echoes against the corrugated steel above.  Shortly after takeoff her breathing becomes heavy, one hears girlish moans, and finally the girl ascends to orgasm.  After a few seconds of no doubt unbearably intense discomfort, she relaxes, the throttle easing up; then begins her ascent to another orgasm, before decreasing altitude again.  This pattern of climb and descent, which repeats perhaps six or seven times before the switch is turned off and she lands, naturally attracts attention and any men who are free tend to stand around her to watch closely.

Airmen start their day at 5:00 a.m. and end it at 3:00 p.m.  For the last two hours the Maik-ling stationed here is brought to the airfield club where she joins the one who has been driven from the Exhibition Hall.  (Incidentally, in the five months the airfield has been operational there have been no complaints received from Hall personnel as to aircraft noise, despite being only three miles away.  The airfield is apparently safely here to stay.)  The two girls hug and then climb onto the pedestal, where they apply their tongues to each other in the position known as “sixty-nine”.  At this time one sees real affection, when they drop their usual emotionless exterior.  The two naked girls caress, suck and playfully bite each other tenderly, oblivious to the soda-sipping crowd of clothed adults standing around in rapt attention.  They are in their own world.  To my surprise one girl sometimes gets on all fours and has her buttocks spread by the other who inserts her tongue into her partner’s anus.  From what I understand Maik-lings are trained to reach orgasm in several ways, including anally, and though the recipient of the tongue seems to be making eye contact with the officer in front of her as she cries out, it is apparent that her eyes are actually fixed on a faraway place, a place perhaps only Maik-lings know.