WATCH THE QUEEN RECEIVE THEM!
PRESIDENTS
PRIME MINISTERS
MAGNATES
MOGULS
KINGMAKERS
AND KINGS
What did they all have in common?
They all wanted to mount the throne of
REGINA BLUE
REGINA BLUE
Ted Mark
1972
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
Rule, Regina
CHAPTER TWO
Faith Springs Eternal!
CHAPTER THREE
Sisterhood Is Powerful!
CHAPTER FOUR
How to Skin a Tomato
CHAPTER FIVE
The "Bird" Watcher
CHAPTER SIX
This Whore for Hire
CHAPTER SEVEN
A Gay Lament
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I Love Ewe !"
CHAPTER NINE
The Sound of One Hand Napping
CHAPTER TEN
Have Gum, Wm Travel
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Short Cut to Success
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dogstyle!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The Double-Jointed Joint
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Spanish Hospitality
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Cranks for the Memory
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The Liquid Sounds of Love
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
An Arresting Situation
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It‘s the Tooth, By Gum!
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Laid in the Grave!
CHAPTER TWENTY
The Fresh Lieutenant’s Domain
CHAPTER ONE
Rule, Regina
When Regina Blue was a seventeen-year-old high school senior and-—surprisingly-—-a virgin, she took an aptitude test. Her Grade Advisor scored the test himself. Then he made an appointment with Regina Blue to come to his office after school so that he might discuss the results with her.
“These interviews are strictly confidential,” he assured her when she arrived. “Please close the door.” Regina Blue shut the door.
“Turn the latch, please. So we won’t be disturbed.” Regina Blue locked the door. “It’s dark in here,” she observed.
“I always keep the shades down during counseling sessions. We don’t want any prying eyes.” He indicated that Regina Blue should take the chair beside him, then turned on the desk lamp. It spotlighted the smoothly tanned thigh-flesh revealed by the skirt riding up over her crossed and attractive legs. The teacher sighed.
“Is it that bad?” Regina Blue was anxious.
“Hmmm?”
“The test. Did I do that badly?”
“There’s no such thing as doing well or badly on an aptitude test,” the Grade Advisor explained. “It’s simply to get an idea of the career to which you’re best suited.” He patted her knee in a paternal fashion and left his hand lying there casually.
Regina Blue pretended not to notice. What did he test show about me?” she asked. “What kind of career?”
“Well-—” the teacher hedged. “Why don’t you tell me first what sort of career you had in mind.”
“My Daddy thinks I should go to Junior College and major in Home Ec, and then maybe teach it.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
“I love my Daddy . . .”
“Yes?”
“I want to please him . . .”
“Yes?”
“He’s a dear man. Gruff, but with a heart of marshmallow . . .”
“Yes?”
“He’s a slob retard!” Regina Blue blurted out. And I hate Home Ec!”
“I understand.” The counselor’s hand squeezed her high. “And what sort of career would appeal to on?” he asked.
“I’d like to be an automobile mechanic. I like fixing things so they work. And I like working with men.”
“Yes. Your test indicates that. But it also shows that you’re a little short of mechanical ability. It points in a similar, but slightly different direction.”
“What direction is that?” Regina Blue inquired.
“More—um—biological.” His hand slid imperceptibly up her thigh.
“Biology always was my best subject.” Regina Blue thought a moment. “Does that mean I should go into research?” she wondered.
“No. According to the test, you’re not temperamentally suited to research. Emotionally you’re a little short of patience and require a more active sort of work. Ideally, you should have the sort of career in which you would participate physically.”
Regina Blue wrinkled her brow and thought hard. “I don’t suppose there’s such a thing as a professional cheerleader,” she said doubtfully.
“I don’t suppose,” the teacher agreed, kneading the tan-gold skin.
“Then what—?”
“According to this test,” the Grade Advisor told her in a flat, pedantic voice, “the career in which you would be happiest is that of a professional prostitute.”
“A professional prostitute?” Regina Blue had reservations. “I don’t think my father would like—”
“We can’t live our lives for our parents, my dear.” He took her hand in his. “We have to do what’s best for ourselves.” He looked earnestly into Regina Blue’s green eyes.
“You know--” Regina Blue lowered her eyes demurely and confessed her naiveté. “I’m not really sure I understand what it actually is that a professional prostitute does.”
“She charges money for various sexual services, dear child.”
“But what does she do?” Regina Blue persisted.
“It’s a little hard to explain.”
“Could you show me then?” Regina Blue asked innocently.
The teacher was a casual lecher. This was more than he’d anticipated. Good Shanker forgive me! he prayed silently. “We’d have to take off our clothes,” he said aloud.
“All right.” Regina Blue stripped unself-consciously .
Resolved: Sex Education shall be taught in the schools. The Grade Advisor’s position was pro, and then, as he shucked his clothing and lay Regina Blue down on the rug, it was prone, following which he took a long look at her naked body, and it was pronounced.
“Isn’t that interesting!” Regina Blue opened her green eyes very wide. “Can you make it do that whenever you want it to?”
“When I was younger I could.” The teacher sighed. “Now it requires a certain amount of inspiration.”
“Do I inspire you?” Regina Blue wriggled into a more comfortable position on the rug.
“A dedicated teacher always takes inspiration from his students.”
It was true. The sight of Regina Blue’s naked young flesh would have inspired the marble statue of a eunuch. It was one of the most stimulating curriculums the teacher had ever studied.
The distribution of the hundred-twenty-three pounds on her five-foot-six frame was a classic of Female Anatomy. Her 36-25-35 figure added up to a series of curves which epitomized the Balance Theorems of Solid Geometry. The way her breasts rose straight up in the air, defying gravity, was a tantalizing challenge to the First Principle of Newtonian Physics. And the light covering of red-gold hair beneath her navel, matching the long tresses framing her heart-shaped face with its deep green eyes and slightly sullen, perpetually kiss-pursed lips, aroused memories of a graduate school class the teacher had once taken in Erotic Indian Temple Sculpture.