G.I. Queen

Robin met Carl. Carl belonged to a clique who broke every rule the army made it seemed. One in this group was an ex New York hairdresser named Mickey. Mickey had a tendency to change his haircolor as often as there were inspections. To the company commander this was totally unacceptable and he was determined to do something about it. One day in the mess hall he accousted Mickey about his current haircolor which was of an argueable color, the closest color it resembled was that of a plum. As the commander was reprimanding Mickey he was taken back by the contents of Mickey's tray, which was thrown all over the commander. Mickey was busted for this affair, but he had gotten away with so much more before this. There was the time Mickey lined up a group of trainees in the barracks where he had a room. He ordered the trainees to drop their shorts for a short arm inspection. This they did promptly without hesitation. Mickey's friends nicknamed Tina and Rose Mary arrived as this had proceeded to an embarrassing state of affairs for the trainees much to the delight of Mickey and his friends. Carl and his group threw a terribly illegal party one night under the moonlit Carolina pines. The MP's were called and by the time they had arrived the participants were in various states of dress or undress and scattering in all directions. Carl managed his escape by being carried by this hunk up to the second floor room he occupied. Carl and his group rented a house in town to have among other things parties. There were to be plenty of these to follow, one in particular involved two civilian boys named Sam and Wayne. They were done up in complete drag and Sam or Samantha as they called him, was in a pink chiffon number topped off by a beehive hairdo. Wayne or Waynetta, was done up in very southern style lace like a belle on the veranda of an ante-bellam mansion. He topped this off with a mantea and a magnola blossom in the area behind a rinestone studded ear lobe. Well the boys from the base had arrived that they had invited and they carried on to heights this crew had reached many times before. Couples were forming two and sometimes three, involved were 'many styles of dress and fashion.' from rigid military to southern debutante drag, to wac drawers minus the skirt!! Carla was nowhere to be seen. He was given to late arrivals and dramatic ones at that. After several hours of this madness, Carla finally arrived. He was wearing what looked like had been a velvet drape from Tara. He was wearing so much jewelry it was difficult to find his tiny features. The glare off them was nearly blinding. He opened the door and tried to play down his appearance by uttering a very simply but barely audible 'hello how are you'. He knew he had to play down what he looked like because nothing he said could quite equal it. Well after he settled in and they could get somewhat used to his rather garrulous appearance, the party really took off.

The first serjeant asked Carl what was so funny, he seemed to have the impression that Carl was keeping things from him to say the least. Robin called and wanted to know if Carl would like to go to the Dragon club on base. Carl agreed to go along, thinking something interesting might occur. Carl arrived at Robin's barracks and found Robin combing out his blue black hair. Carl had on his tightest white jeans, Robin meanwhile had on a pair of figure hugging burgundy cord shorts and a green velour pullover. Carl wondered what else would be hugging that figure tonight. Carl was taken back by a cute hunk named Spade entering the latrine. His eyes roamed up and down Robin while Robin nonchalantly went about his business of getting ready. The two of them left the barracks and headed to the main post area that the club was located. The trees had begun to change and it looked quite lovely. There were several hunks jogging and they waved as they went by. There was a football game going on at the field nearby and the snackbar had music blaring outside, inside men were playing pinball and pool. Carl was thinking red tonight and was in the mood for a redhead. Robin had his mind on blonde. They entered the club and found Phil and Mickey seated at a table. Phil had on his hairpiece and it looked a bit fluffy. Mickey screamed his hellos and Phil offered a more subdued greeting. Phil had mentioned that his best friend Fleming had just re-inlisted and collected a sizeable bonus for doing so. He was wondering if maybe he should do the same, it certainly was a tempting offer. Robin and Carl thought about it also and it didn't seem like such a bad idea. Carl wondered what he would do with 10,000.00 dollars, maybe buy a new corvette. While Carl thought about this, a red head over in the corner thought about other things. Carl caught his glance and smiled back. He came over to the table and introduced himself to Carl and sat down. He said he was from San Francisco and Carl lit up on that. Robin spied a blonde hunk over at the bar, Robin went over to order some drinks and see what else might occur. The blonde asked what Robin's name was and one thing led to another and soon he was heading back to the table with Robin. Robin wanted so badly to slow dance with him, but that wouldn't go over so well here. He held Robin's hand under the table and pressed his leg against Robin's. They all looked up as Babs and his hunk walked to the bar, Babs wasn't letting him get to far away. The music played one of their favorites as they felt their drinks kick in.Carla felt her hand being caressed by the redhead and the wine cooler.

Carla was late in getting up today after getting in late last night. She was out on another one of her jaunts, these would occur at a regular pace. She rubbed her tiny eyelids and pulled on her fatigues over her bikinin underwear. She caught the look of George Lern as he he summed up his lusty estimation of her body . Carly merely dismissed this as all in a days work. Lern was apparently thinking of other scenes that had occurred in the furnace room. Carla hurried to the mess hall and had her french toast and hot coffee. She was thinking of what Robin had told her last night about going to miss this place, she did have to admit that that things had heated up quite a bit since her arrival. She wondered if life in California would be this exciting. Well one thing for sure she wouldn't miss her first serjeant and his behavior towards her. He seemed to be getting on her case with alarming regularity. She wondered what kind of tongue lashing he had in store for her today. She arrived back at the orderly room to begin the day's work. The first serjeant came in and told her to read of the roster. It seemed there had been a few awols over the weekend. Carla rushed out to the hastily assembled formation. It looked as hastily assembled as her makeup. Her touch and glo was all touch and no glo. The men didn't seem to notice her ill prepared face. They gave her a hearty welcome with not a few whistles. Carla caught the smiling faces of a few of her tricks and treats. Carla picked up the roster from the podium and began to call off the names. She then gave over the podium to the serjeant and he warned any of them against going awol. As the formation came to an end, Carla was caught in the throng of eager bodies pressed against hers. She giggled her way back to the orderly room. The serjeant came in and saw her face and asked what was so funny. She replied that she didn't know quite what had come over her.

Robin and Rick stopped by the motel after they had heard from May at the restaurant that some little affair was taking place. They were as usual in top form with the tightest jeans and velour pullovers on. Their hair was styled and sprayed to the limits. Carla of course had to remark on how well the two were looking. She proceeded with her usual , 'how are you', spoken with her flawless theatrical flair. Rick and Robin said that they needed a drink. Micke