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We got to Tom’s car, and he opened the door for me, then walked around and got in himself. The drive was short and uneventful, and we parked behind the club. There were some people arriving at the same time we were, and I noticed several who looked like they could be CD’s. We approached the club’s entrance, and I began to feel more relaxed. It is always uncertainty that is anxiety-producing, and once we arrived, the uncertainty diminished considerably; I now could see, not merely imagine, what we were going to be doing.
As we entered the club, someone stamped out hands. Tom paid the entrance fee for himself, then was about to pay for me, when he was told that women were free. That was a nice surprise and sort of a compliment too. We looked around, and then found an empty table. Why are these places always so dark? The music hurt my ears too. Why are these things always so loud? I’m not deaf, but if I were exposed to this noise level very long, I eventually would be.
Okay, so we sat down and ordered a drink. We had to yell to converse, which wasn’t fun. I wanted to leave, but Tom insisted we stay. Some people were dancing, so we watched. I couldn’t always tell if the women were genetic women, or CD’s, or what, which was probably a good thing. Tom motioned he wanted to dance, so we got up, and moved to the edge of the floor. I just let myself move in a soft, flowing, feminine manner. I was beginning to feel more comfortable. After a bit we sat down again, and finished our drinks. Imagine my surprise when some guy came over and asked Tom if it would be alright if he asked me to dance. I was even more surprised when Tom said it was okay. What the hell? Anyway, the guy looked pleasant enough, and seemed very polite, so I stood up, looked askance at Tom, and went out onto the dance floor again.
I had to admit that it was flattering, and I supposed the guy knew I was a CD, given where we were, yet he looked as interested as if I were a regular girl, and appeared to be very pleased to be with me. It occurred to me that, when you’re a woman, you don’t have to approach men; they approach you. All you really have to do is sit there and look pretty. They’ll do all the work, they will try to please you, and you get to decide whom to choose. This was a wonderful and welcome change. I also felt a sense of relief, knowing I had nothing to worry about, on top of which I was more than a little aroused by the attention and interest, which made me feel desirable and sexy. Women never made me feel either.
As we danced, he pulled me toward him, placed his hands on my hips, and then moved closer yet. As he did so, his hands slid down to my ass, which he held while grinding his cock against me. Are men really that sexually aggressive? Yes, they are, as I came to learn. I can understand why many women are put off by this. Women come to sex through intimacy, but men come to intimacy through sex. Being a bit of both, I was less put off by it than many women are, and in fact savored the attention and interest. As a man I never received this much undisguised interest, much less naked lust.
The music stopped, so my dance partner escorted me back to my seat, and put his hand against the small of my back. It really does send shivers down your spine, which I suppose is why men do it. Did I like it? I didn’t hate it. He thanked me, nodded to Tom, then left. I asked Tom what that was all about.
“I wanted you to broaden your experience; see how it is to be a girl for a room full of men. How does it feel?”
“Really strange, but nice. I like the attention, the feeling of empowerment, of being a sex object, of being flirted with. I never got any of that from women.”
“Men seldom do, unless they are either drop-dead handsome, rich, or famous. Of course, women will all say that they are attracted to intelligence, sensitivity, and a sense of humor, but then they go home with someone big and stupid. If they really cared about intelligence and sensitivity, wouldn’t the nerds be the most sought-after kids in school? Are they? No, the jocks are. Are professors and scientists the recipients of the attentions of groupies, or are rock musicians and movie stars?”
“True, but men are primarily attracted to looks too.”
“Yes, but we are at least honest about it, not trying to make ourselves sound better than we are. Besides, we don’t care about money or fame or power or prestige; if she’s hot, she’s hot, and if she’s not, she’s not. Period.”
“Hmmm. I think you’re right on that score.”
“You are certainly getting you share of stares tonight. Look around; a lot of guys here want to approach you, but they’re inhibited by my presence. I think it would be a good idea if you were to experience some of that, so I will go back downstairs, and come back later. Is that okay?”
“You mean leave me here by myself?”
“Trust me; you won’t be by yourself for very long.”
Saying that, he got up and left, assuring me he’d be back later. Christ, now what, I wondered. I didn’t have to wonder for long. Tom wasn’t gone a minute before someone came over and offered to buy me a drink. It’s interesting how everyone always thinks a woman by herself is thirsty! I let him sit; he flirted, I flirted back. He excused himself to use the bathroom, and another guy came over and asked me to dance. Jeez, what was I supposed to do? If I said no, I’d be insulting and rejecting him, but if I said yes, I’d be hurting the one who just left. Fortunately, while I was pondering this, the first guy reappeared, and they both seemed willing to share me. Unbelievable. So okay, I got up and danced, then danced with the first guy. Both took a strong interest in my bottom, and both asked me for my telephone number. I said I don’t give it out, but they looked so crushed, I asked them for theirs instead.
After that, they departed, seemingly satisfied that they had ‘scored’, or something close to it. As nature abhors a vacuum, men seem to abhor a woman sitting alone, and I was quickly relieved of that circumstance. Another drink offer followed; hell, if I actually drank all those drinks, they would have to carry me out of there! Anyway, I accepted two more telephone numbers, and danced with another guy, who asked if I would take his as well, which I did. Is it always going to be like this, I wondered?
A short while later, an older woman approached me.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“May I sit down? I have something to ask you.”
“Okay, what?”
“I was noticing the attention you are getting, as well as the way you move when you dance. Did you by any chance see our show?”
“No, what show?”
“Oh, well then you must have arrived late. Yes, we have a nice show every week, singing, well, lip-synching, dancing, beautiful costumes; all trans performers.”
“Really? I hadn’t realized. Sorry I missed it.”
“Yes, well, you’re welcome back anytime. I was just wondering if you had any experience as a performer?”
“Me, no, none. Why?”
“Well, as I said, I was watching how you move, and if you had seen the show, I was going to ask you to audition.”
‘You’re kidding! Me? Really? You’re not serious!”
“Yes, I’m very serious. Why not you? You’re pretty, feminine, petite, sexy, and all the men want you. Since you dance well too, you’d be a definite attraction. Think about it. Come back next week, watch the show, and see if any of this appeals to you. What do you say?”
“I’m flattered, really. I’d love to see the show. I’m not sure about performing, but I’ll certainly think about it. I’ll think about it all week, I’m sure.”
“That’s great. By the way, my name’s Trixie.”
“Hi Trixie, I’m Tracy.”
“Let me give you my number; you do seem to be collecting them!”
“You’ve noticed!”
“Yes, and I’m impressed. You don’t even seem to be trying to solicit the attention, you simply naturally attract it.”
“I must say, I was quite surprised.”
“Why? You must get this all the time.”
“Well, to be perfectly honest with you, this is my first time out dressed.”
“You’re kidding? Why?”
“I guess I just never had the guts, or the encouragement, or something.”
“And tonight?’”
“Tonight a man I’ve been seeing insisted I come.”
“Where is he now?”
“He left for a while. He wanted me to see what it would be like to receive attention from strange men in public. I have to admit is a new and thrilling experience.”
“This is really nice of him. I can guarantee that this will not be the last time you have that experience.”
“I hope not! It’s fun!”
“Yes, being a pretty girl is a lot more fun than being an ordinary looking guy, for sure. And, you may get a lot more offers of another sort as well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Men want sex; that’s a given, and they are willing to do most anything to get it. If they can’t attract you on their own, they will do whatever they think will draw your interest. Like offer you gifts, trips, jobs, raises, promotions, or, most commonly, just plain cash.”
“Here? In this club? With CD’s? With me?”
“Yes, here, yes with CD’s, and yes with you. Believe me, I know what I’m talking about, I run this establishment, so I know what goes on. Let’s face it, not every man who wants you, or any other girl here, is going to be successful. Men use money to get sex; women use sex to get money.”
“But, I like sex for its own sake, not to get something else!”
“That’s only natural, however, you don’t want to have sex with every guy who wants you, do you?”
“Well no, of course not!”
“But, you might be willing to if he compensates you for your time and efforts, or at least most of the t-girls and CD’s are, and so that’s what happens.”
“And you’re okay with it? I mean, that it goes on here?”
“Oh sweetheart, get real! It’s just another aspect of sex, another part of life, and it hurts no one. Besides, these men would be miserable and bitter without some outlet, and who knows where that might lead. And it does keep them coming, which is good for business. And, of course, it helps the girls too; some need the money, others just like the rush and the excitement. It’s just another aspect of the club’s experience. So you see, it works out for everybody.”
“Wow, I guess I just never realized that we could be that much in demand! But, what about the performers? Surely they must really be sought after? They don’t do that too, do they?”
“Especially the performers, and precisely because they are so sought after. You see the more attractive, sexy, and alluring you are the more in demand. When men see you parading around on stage in scanty and cute outfits, this excites them, and they want what they see.”
“But, isn’t that degrading, I mean, don’t they feel demeaned by it all?”
“How is it degrading or demeaning to have someone value your company so much they are willing to pay for it? Wouldn’t you feel more self-esteem, not less? It’s the men who are being devalued, in that the women they desire won’t have anything to do with them unless they are paid. If you ever paid for sex with a woman, even if out of curiosity, I’m sure you would have felt that way, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, I have, and I did. You’re right.”
“Besides, you don’t have to do anything with anyone you don’t want to; you still have the choice of whom you’re going to be with, so it’s not like you’re having sex with ‘just anyone’, unless you want to do that, and then that would be your choice too.”
Tom reappeared, approached our table, and introduced himself to Trixie. Trixie filled him in on what we’d been discussing, at least the part about the show, and he promised to bring me back next week so we could see it. I said, “Bye” to Trixie, and Tom and I wordlessly departed.
It was now about three in the morning, and we were both tired. Tom dropped me off at home, I thanked him for taking me to the club, and for being so supportive generally, and I went to bed right away. The next day my head was whirling with all the previous night’s memories. My ears were still ringing from the noise; I needed to remember to bring something to deaden the sound next time.
I called Tom.
“Hi.”
“Hi Tracy. How you feeling?”
“Okay, a little dazzled by last night’s excitement, but fine.”
“Have you called any of your admirers yet?”
“What? No! Are you kidding?”
“No, and why not? Didn’t you like any of them? They sure seemed to like you!”
“Well I know, but, I mean, come on, you couldn’t possibly want me to see other men?”
“Why not? We don’t have a romantic relationship, just an affectionate and sexual one, right?”
“Well, that’s true, I never felt romantic toward any guy, but I don’t want to spoil what we do have.”
“Why would it spoil it?”
“You mean you’re okay with it?”
“Actually, I’m more than okay; I really think it would be good for you.”
“Why?”
“Because the whole idea was to get you to branch out, stretch you wings, whatever, and that includes seeing lots of men, not just one. You’ve made fantastic progress so far, you shouldn’t stop now.”
“I see. I almost feel like you’re pimping me out!”
“No, I’m just encouraging you to go out.”
“I’ll have to think about this.”
“I know your usual agonizing over every decision, which you ultimately wind up making anyway. I just wish you could save yourself the anguish.”
“Me too. Bye Tom”
“Bye Tracy.”
Well, another life-changing choice to confront. This was getting to become a habit.
So, what to do. I retrieved the multitude of napkins and scraps of paper on which names and telephone numbers had been scribbled, then attempted to place the face with the name. A couple stood out, and I found myself intrigued. Should I really call these guys? If I did, I certainly know what to expect, what they’d expect, so it was a commitment to having sex. This was both terrifying and thrilling. I ruminated over my options, but I quickly realized that doing nothing at all was simply not one of them, not really. The only question remaining was whom to call and when. If that is the case, then what is to be gained by waiting? So okay, whomever I call is going to fuck me. Jesus.
I selected one who seemed both interested and nice, as well as nice looking; he was also quite masculine. The name looked like Raymond. I walked over to the telephone, and with hands shaking, punched in the numbers.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Raymond?”
“Yes.”
“This is Tracy from the club last night.”
“Tracy? Really? I really didn’t expect you to call me.”
“I wasn’t sure I would myself, I mean, I don’t know you all that well.”
“Well, I’m sure glad you did!”
“So, what happens now?”
“Usually, the guy asks the girl out, at least that’s the way it typically goes, but then you called me, so?”
“True, but I gave you no choice since you don’t have my telephone number. What would you like to do?”
“Now that’s a loaded question!”
“Down boy, let’s not get carried away!”
“Okay, okay, but you have to admit you are a hot little thing.”
“Why thank you. Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“What part of town are you in?”
“I live right near the university.”
“Oh, I know where that is. Could I meet you there? Maybe we could have a cup of coffee and talk.”
“Sounds good. How about 3 PM?”
“Great! Where?”
“The cafe near the library?”
“You got it. I’ll be there.”
“Me too. Bye”
“Bye Tracy.”
Oh fuck, he’s expecting Tracy!! That means going out again, dressed, in the daylight, where I hang out!! Shit! I can’t do this. I won’t do this. This is just plain nuts. I have to call him back. No, wait, I’ll call Tom, see what he says.
“Tom?”
“Tracy? What’s wrong?”
“I called Raymond.”
“Who?”
“One of the guys from last night. Anyway, we made a date to meet at the cafe near the university at three.”
“Okay, so what’s the problem?”
“He’s expecting Tracy, I mean me, the way he met me, the way I was last night, you know, dressed and all.”
“Oh, that’s right. Well, it looks like you’re going to get even more practice going out dressed.”
“No, I can’t! This is where I live, where I hang out. And in the daytime! I just can’t do it. It’s too much, too soon.”
“You could call and cancel.”
“But I don’t really want to do that.”
“You could invite him over to your place instead.”
“I don’t want to do that either. I don’t feel that comfortable with him yet. All we did was dance twice.”
“You could go out at night instead.”
“But I wanted something simple, informal, like coffee. A night-time date is more than that.”
“Well, I don’t know what other options there are.”
“Me neither.”
“You have four hours before you have to meet him. Why don’t you take some time and see how you feel.”
“Right. I will. Thanks Tom.”
“But no one would recognize you when you are dressed, and if you clear this hurdle, you won’t be afraid to go out dressed anywhere.”
“That’s a good point.”
“Okay, bye bye.”
“Bye.”
So, it was up to me. And he was right about that; if I made it through this, I could go anywhere, anytime. It might be worth the risk. Alright, I’ll do it. This has been a period of experimentation, so why not? I decided to do something unrelated to stop me from worrying about this for the next few hours; then, as it neared 2 o’clock, I began to get ready.
I selected something simple, tasteful, and understated, since I didn’t want to stand out. I chose a plain black miniskirt, dark red top, and flats. Nothing fancy and I would fit in with the people there. Make-up and hair took less than fifteen minutes, and I was ready ahead of time. Great. Now I had to sit and wait. Assuming it will take about ten minutes to walk over there, if I leave a little early to get there before three, then I can leave in fifteen minutes. Okay, that’s not too bad.
As the minutes felt like hours, I got nervous again. Could I really pull this off? I’d better. Okay, time to go. I grabbed my keys and my purse, and took off. I made it out the door and across the street without anyone seeing me leave. That was a relief. Then all I had to do was walk the distance to the cafe and sit down. I kept glancing around to see if anyone was looking. No one was. Next thing I knew I was nearing the cafe, and there was Raymond! He was early too. That gave me some comfort.
“Hi Raymond!”
“Hi Tracy, glad you could make it.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I wouldn’t stand anyone up.”
“That’s really nice of you. Can’t say that about everybody though. Please, sit down.”
“Thank you.”
“What’ll you have?”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter; after all, this was just an excuse to sit and talk with you.”
“I really enjoyed the brief time we spent together last night.”
“I did too. That’s why I called.”
“Well, I’m glad you did.”
“After we finish here, could we go over to the library for a few minutes? I just want to see if something I requested arrived.”
“Of course.”
So, then we sat and talked, ate and drank something, laughed and flirted, after which we walked over toward the library. So far, no one noticed me, and I saw nobody I recognized. We entered the library, and I looked to see if what I’d ordered was there. It wasn’t. So I asked Raymond if he’d been there before, and as he had not, I offered to show him around.
We walked around on various floors, and I pointed out where things could be located, when all of a sudden he came up behind me and touched my back. I turned to face him, and he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me gently towards him. I smiled at this somewhat unexpected display of spontaneous affection, and he slid his hands down to cup my ass cheeks. Men seem to be drawn to my ass for some reason. Anyway, I suggested we move to a less conspicuous part of the library, and so we found our way to a section with books in Latin. It didn’t seem to get much traffic.
Raymond held me close, and I could sense his arousal as his breathing became audible. I returned his caresses, and he reached under my skirt and put his hands under my panties. I let him. I was sure that this wasn’t going to go any further, this being a library and all, even if it was the weekend, but Raymond kept caressing my bottom and I began to share his arousal. Next thing I knew I was holding his cock and balls through his pants.
“I want you.”
“Now? Here? We really should go somewhere else.”
“No, now, and why not here?”
“Are you nuts? Somebody might see us!”
“No one’s anywhere around here. Come on, don’t you want to?”
“Maybe I do, but that doesn’t mean I want to get caught!”
Raymond just unzipped his pants and pulled out nice thick, semi-erect cock with a big mushroom head. I wanted it, and he knew it. Jeez, this is completely nuts. I walked to where I could look down the aisle; no one was around. I listened, but heard nothing. I went back to where Raymond was, and fell to my knees, taking that soft bulbous head in my already drooling mouth. If someone came by I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to, and I didn’t want to. What a sight we must have been. Fortunately, no one saw it.
After a short while, Raymond pulled out and said,
“I want to fuck you.”
“Now that I know we’re not going to do here!”
“How about the bathrooms?”
“They do have handicapped stalls that are huge here, but still, I don’t know.”
“Please Tracy; I have to have you now, this minute.”
“I suppose we can look. Come on.”
Somehow he stuffed his cock back in his pants, and we made our way to the men’s room. I decided it would be better if someone saw me come out of the men’s room, than if they saw him come out of the ladies’ room. Raymond entered first, looked around, then returned and said it was all clear. I went inside, and ran to the handicapped stall. As we were at one of the more remote parts of the library, it seemed unlikely we would be interrupted, but that was not guaranteed. Raymond undressed quickly, and then spun me around and pulled down my panties. I kicked them out of the way, bent over and spread my legs, while holding on to the plumbing for support. He was so horny he just plunged right in, and I was so ready I didn’t care. He fucked like a man who hadn’t had sex in a decade, and I hadn’t been fucked that hard in recent memory.
Eventually he came, and I could feel the jets of cum spray my insides. He pulled out, wiped himself off with the paper towels that they so thoughtfully provided for us, and I did the same. I reclaimed my panties, and put them in my purse. He looked out, indicated it was safe, and I exited the stall and the bathroom in a hurry.
“I don’t believe we did that,” I said.
“I know, it just seemed impossible to resist somehow. Are you okay?”
“Yes, of course, but I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“How do you feel?”
“I’m not sure; mixed emotions. I feel satisfied, excited, naughty beyond measure, slutty as hell, depraved beyond belief, happy, disbelieving, pretty much everything.”
“Does that mean you want to see me again, or that you don’t want to?”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I do. You?”
“Shit yes! You’re amazing! I’ve never had this much fun.”
“It most definitely was that.”
As we worked our way back to the library’s exit, Raymond and I made sure we were both presentable. We left without eliciting any notice, although I was certain I had the “just fucked” look. I didn’t care, and besides, I had been.
It was now approaching sunset, and I told Raymond to call me again soon. He reminded me that I never gave him my telephone number, so on this occasion I did. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, caressed my ass again, and walked to his car. I walked back home feeling like a used whore, but at the same time happy, and at peace.
When I arrived back in my apartment, I undressed, showered, and then made something to eat. So, I thought to myself, this must mean I really am a slut. Only a slut would do something like that, with a man she hardly knew, and not feel a bit guilty about it. Well, if this is what it means to be a slut, then I am one contented slut. Pleasure and morality don't always blend well. But, my morality wasn’t really affected, since I never regarded the things I was doing as wrong in any way, I simply never expected to be the one doing them. My life had become much more exciting over the past few weeks. And, it was to continue to get even more so, as I was soon to discover.
More to cum.
As we entered the club, someone stamped out hands. Tom paid the entrance fee for himself, then was about to pay for me, when he was told that women were free. That was a nice surprise and sort of a compliment too. We looked around, and then found an empty table. Why are these places always so dark? The music hurt my ears too. Why are these things always so loud? I’m not deaf, but if I were exposed to this noise level very long, I eventually would be.
Okay, so we sat down and ordered a drink. We had to yell to converse, which wasn’t fun. I wanted to leave, but Tom insisted we stay. Some people were dancing, so we watched. I couldn’t always tell if the women were genetic women, or CD’s, or what, which was probably a good thing. Tom motioned he wanted to dance, so we got up, and moved to the edge of the floor. I just let myself move in a soft, flowing, feminine manner. I was beginning to feel more comfortable. After a bit we sat down again, and finished our drinks. Imagine my surprise when some guy came over and asked Tom if it would be alright if he asked me to dance. I was even more surprised when Tom said it was okay. What the hell? Anyway, the guy looked pleasant enough, and seemed very polite, so I stood up, looked askance at Tom, and went out onto the dance floor again.
I had to admit that it was flattering, and I supposed the guy knew I was a CD, given where we were, yet he looked as interested as if I were a regular girl, and appeared to be very pleased to be with me. It occurred to me that, when you’re a woman, you don’t have to approach men; they approach you. All you really have to do is sit there and look pretty. They’ll do all the work, they will try to please you, and you get to decide whom to choose. This was a wonderful and welcome change. I also felt a sense of relief, knowing I had nothing to worry about, on top of which I was more than a little aroused by the attention and interest, which made me feel desirable and sexy. Women never made me feel either.
As we danced, he pulled me toward him, placed his hands on my hips, and then moved closer yet. As he did so, his hands slid down to my ass, which he held while grinding his cock against me. Are men really that sexually aggressive? Yes, they are, as I came to learn. I can understand why many women are put off by this. Women come to sex through intimacy, but men come to intimacy through sex. Being a bit of both, I was less put off by it than many women are, and in fact savored the attention and interest. As a man I never received this much undisguised interest, much less naked lust.
The music stopped, so my dance partner escorted me back to my seat, and put his hand against the small of my back. It really does send shivers down your spine, which I suppose is why men do it. Did I like it? I didn’t hate it. He thanked me, nodded to Tom, then left. I asked Tom what that was all about.
“I wanted you to broaden your experience; see how it is to be a girl for a room full of men. How does it feel?”
“Really strange, but nice. I like the attention, the feeling of empowerment, of being a sex object, of being flirted with. I never got any of that from women.”
“Men seldom do, unless they are either drop-dead handsome, rich, or famous. Of course, women will all say that they are attracted to intelligence, sensitivity, and a sense of humor, but then they go home with someone big and stupid. If they really cared about intelligence and sensitivity, wouldn’t the nerds be the most sought-after kids in school? Are they? No, the jocks are. Are professors and scientists the recipients of the attentions of groupies, or are rock musicians and movie stars?”
“True, but men are primarily attracted to looks too.”
“Yes, but we are at least honest about it, not trying to make ourselves sound better than we are. Besides, we don’t care about money or fame or power or prestige; if she’s hot, she’s hot, and if she’s not, she’s not. Period.”
“Hmmm. I think you’re right on that score.”
“You are certainly getting you share of stares tonight. Look around; a lot of guys here want to approach you, but they’re inhibited by my presence. I think it would be a good idea if you were to experience some of that, so I will go back downstairs, and come back later. Is that okay?”
“You mean leave me here by myself?”
“Trust me; you won’t be by yourself for very long.”
Saying that, he got up and left, assuring me he’d be back later. Christ, now what, I wondered. I didn’t have to wonder for long. Tom wasn’t gone a minute before someone came over and offered to buy me a drink. It’s interesting how everyone always thinks a woman by herself is thirsty! I let him sit; he flirted, I flirted back. He excused himself to use the bathroom, and another guy came over and asked me to dance. Jeez, what was I supposed to do? If I said no, I’d be insulting and rejecting him, but if I said yes, I’d be hurting the one who just left. Fortunately, while I was pondering this, the first guy reappeared, and they both seemed willing to share me. Unbelievable. So okay, I got up and danced, then danced with the first guy. Both took a strong interest in my bottom, and both asked me for my telephone number. I said I don’t give it out, but they looked so crushed, I asked them for theirs instead.
After that, they departed, seemingly satisfied that they had ‘scored’, or something close to it. As nature abhors a vacuum, men seem to abhor a woman sitting alone, and I was quickly relieved of that circumstance. Another drink offer followed; hell, if I actually drank all those drinks, they would have to carry me out of there! Anyway, I accepted two more telephone numbers, and danced with another guy, who asked if I would take his as well, which I did. Is it always going to be like this, I wondered?
A short while later, an older woman approached me.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“May I sit down? I have something to ask you.”
“Okay, what?”
“I was noticing the attention you are getting, as well as the way you move when you dance. Did you by any chance see our show?”
“No, what show?”
“Oh, well then you must have arrived late. Yes, we have a nice show every week, singing, well, lip-synching, dancing, beautiful costumes; all trans performers.”
“Really? I hadn’t realized. Sorry I missed it.”
“Yes, well, you’re welcome back anytime. I was just wondering if you had any experience as a performer?”
“Me, no, none. Why?”
“Well, as I said, I was watching how you move, and if you had seen the show, I was going to ask you to audition.”
‘You’re kidding! Me? Really? You’re not serious!”
“Yes, I’m very serious. Why not you? You’re pretty, feminine, petite, sexy, and all the men want you. Since you dance well too, you’d be a definite attraction. Think about it. Come back next week, watch the show, and see if any of this appeals to you. What do you say?”
“I’m flattered, really. I’d love to see the show. I’m not sure about performing, but I’ll certainly think about it. I’ll think about it all week, I’m sure.”
“That’s great. By the way, my name’s Trixie.”
“Hi Trixie, I’m Tracy.”
“Let me give you my number; you do seem to be collecting them!”
“You’ve noticed!”
“Yes, and I’m impressed. You don’t even seem to be trying to solicit the attention, you simply naturally attract it.”
“I must say, I was quite surprised.”
“Why? You must get this all the time.”
“Well, to be perfectly honest with you, this is my first time out dressed.”
“You’re kidding? Why?”
“I guess I just never had the guts, or the encouragement, or something.”
“And tonight?’”
“Tonight a man I’ve been seeing insisted I come.”
“Where is he now?”
“He left for a while. He wanted me to see what it would be like to receive attention from strange men in public. I have to admit is a new and thrilling experience.”
“This is really nice of him. I can guarantee that this will not be the last time you have that experience.”
“I hope not! It’s fun!”
“Yes, being a pretty girl is a lot more fun than being an ordinary looking guy, for sure. And, you may get a lot more offers of another sort as well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Men want sex; that’s a given, and they are willing to do most anything to get it. If they can’t attract you on their own, they will do whatever they think will draw your interest. Like offer you gifts, trips, jobs, raises, promotions, or, most commonly, just plain cash.”
“Here? In this club? With CD’s? With me?”
“Yes, here, yes with CD’s, and yes with you. Believe me, I know what I’m talking about, I run this establishment, so I know what goes on. Let’s face it, not every man who wants you, or any other girl here, is going to be successful. Men use money to get sex; women use sex to get money.”
“But, I like sex for its own sake, not to get something else!”
“That’s only natural, however, you don’t want to have sex with every guy who wants you, do you?”
“Well no, of course not!”
“But, you might be willing to if he compensates you for your time and efforts, or at least most of the t-girls and CD’s are, and so that’s what happens.”
“And you’re okay with it? I mean, that it goes on here?”
“Oh sweetheart, get real! It’s just another aspect of sex, another part of life, and it hurts no one. Besides, these men would be miserable and bitter without some outlet, and who knows where that might lead. And it does keep them coming, which is good for business. And, of course, it helps the girls too; some need the money, others just like the rush and the excitement. It’s just another aspect of the club’s experience. So you see, it works out for everybody.”
“Wow, I guess I just never realized that we could be that much in demand! But, what about the performers? Surely they must really be sought after? They don’t do that too, do they?”
“Especially the performers, and precisely because they are so sought after. You see the more attractive, sexy, and alluring you are the more in demand. When men see you parading around on stage in scanty and cute outfits, this excites them, and they want what they see.”
“But, isn’t that degrading, I mean, don’t they feel demeaned by it all?”
“How is it degrading or demeaning to have someone value your company so much they are willing to pay for it? Wouldn’t you feel more self-esteem, not less? It’s the men who are being devalued, in that the women they desire won’t have anything to do with them unless they are paid. If you ever paid for sex with a woman, even if out of curiosity, I’m sure you would have felt that way, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, I have, and I did. You’re right.”
“Besides, you don’t have to do anything with anyone you don’t want to; you still have the choice of whom you’re going to be with, so it’s not like you’re having sex with ‘just anyone’, unless you want to do that, and then that would be your choice too.”
Tom reappeared, approached our table, and introduced himself to Trixie. Trixie filled him in on what we’d been discussing, at least the part about the show, and he promised to bring me back next week so we could see it. I said, “Bye” to Trixie, and Tom and I wordlessly departed.
It was now about three in the morning, and we were both tired. Tom dropped me off at home, I thanked him for taking me to the club, and for being so supportive generally, and I went to bed right away. The next day my head was whirling with all the previous night’s memories. My ears were still ringing from the noise; I needed to remember to bring something to deaden the sound next time.
I called Tom.
“Hi.”
“Hi Tracy. How you feeling?”
“Okay, a little dazzled by last night’s excitement, but fine.”
“Have you called any of your admirers yet?”
“What? No! Are you kidding?”
“No, and why not? Didn’t you like any of them? They sure seemed to like you!”
“Well I know, but, I mean, come on, you couldn’t possibly want me to see other men?”
“Why not? We don’t have a romantic relationship, just an affectionate and sexual one, right?”
“Well, that’s true, I never felt romantic toward any guy, but I don’t want to spoil what we do have.”
“Why would it spoil it?”
“You mean you’re okay with it?”
“Actually, I’m more than okay; I really think it would be good for you.”
“Why?”
“Because the whole idea was to get you to branch out, stretch you wings, whatever, and that includes seeing lots of men, not just one. You’ve made fantastic progress so far, you shouldn’t stop now.”
“I see. I almost feel like you’re pimping me out!”
“No, I’m just encouraging you to go out.”
“I’ll have to think about this.”
“I know your usual agonizing over every decision, which you ultimately wind up making anyway. I just wish you could save yourself the anguish.”
“Me too. Bye Tom”
“Bye Tracy.”
Well, another life-changing choice to confront. This was getting to become a habit.
So, what to do. I retrieved the multitude of napkins and scraps of paper on which names and telephone numbers had been scribbled, then attempted to place the face with the name. A couple stood out, and I found myself intrigued. Should I really call these guys? If I did, I certainly know what to expect, what they’d expect, so it was a commitment to having sex. This was both terrifying and thrilling. I ruminated over my options, but I quickly realized that doing nothing at all was simply not one of them, not really. The only question remaining was whom to call and when. If that is the case, then what is to be gained by waiting? So okay, whomever I call is going to fuck me. Jesus.
I selected one who seemed both interested and nice, as well as nice looking; he was also quite masculine. The name looked like Raymond. I walked over to the telephone, and with hands shaking, punched in the numbers.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Raymond?”
“Yes.”
“This is Tracy from the club last night.”
“Tracy? Really? I really didn’t expect you to call me.”
“I wasn’t sure I would myself, I mean, I don’t know you all that well.”
“Well, I’m sure glad you did!”
“So, what happens now?”
“Usually, the guy asks the girl out, at least that’s the way it typically goes, but then you called me, so?”
“True, but I gave you no choice since you don’t have my telephone number. What would you like to do?”
“Now that’s a loaded question!”
“Down boy, let’s not get carried away!”
“Okay, okay, but you have to admit you are a hot little thing.”
“Why thank you. Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“What part of town are you in?”
“I live right near the university.”
“Oh, I know where that is. Could I meet you there? Maybe we could have a cup of coffee and talk.”
“Sounds good. How about 3 PM?”
“Great! Where?”
“The cafe near the library?”
“You got it. I’ll be there.”
“Me too. Bye”
“Bye Tracy.”
Oh fuck, he’s expecting Tracy!! That means going out again, dressed, in the daylight, where I hang out!! Shit! I can’t do this. I won’t do this. This is just plain nuts. I have to call him back. No, wait, I’ll call Tom, see what he says.
“Tom?”
“Tracy? What’s wrong?”
“I called Raymond.”
“Who?”
“One of the guys from last night. Anyway, we made a date to meet at the cafe near the university at three.”
“Okay, so what’s the problem?”
“He’s expecting Tracy, I mean me, the way he met me, the way I was last night, you know, dressed and all.”
“Oh, that’s right. Well, it looks like you’re going to get even more practice going out dressed.”
“No, I can’t! This is where I live, where I hang out. And in the daytime! I just can’t do it. It’s too much, too soon.”
“You could call and cancel.”
“But I don’t really want to do that.”
“You could invite him over to your place instead.”
“I don’t want to do that either. I don’t feel that comfortable with him yet. All we did was dance twice.”
“You could go out at night instead.”
“But I wanted something simple, informal, like coffee. A night-time date is more than that.”
“Well, I don’t know what other options there are.”
“Me neither.”
“You have four hours before you have to meet him. Why don’t you take some time and see how you feel.”
“Right. I will. Thanks Tom.”
“But no one would recognize you when you are dressed, and if you clear this hurdle, you won’t be afraid to go out dressed anywhere.”
“That’s a good point.”
“Okay, bye bye.”
“Bye.”
So, it was up to me. And he was right about that; if I made it through this, I could go anywhere, anytime. It might be worth the risk. Alright, I’ll do it. This has been a period of experimentation, so why not? I decided to do something unrelated to stop me from worrying about this for the next few hours; then, as it neared 2 o’clock, I began to get ready.
I selected something simple, tasteful, and understated, since I didn’t want to stand out. I chose a plain black miniskirt, dark red top, and flats. Nothing fancy and I would fit in with the people there. Make-up and hair took less than fifteen minutes, and I was ready ahead of time. Great. Now I had to sit and wait. Assuming it will take about ten minutes to walk over there, if I leave a little early to get there before three, then I can leave in fifteen minutes. Okay, that’s not too bad.
As the minutes felt like hours, I got nervous again. Could I really pull this off? I’d better. Okay, time to go. I grabbed my keys and my purse, and took off. I made it out the door and across the street without anyone seeing me leave. That was a relief. Then all I had to do was walk the distance to the cafe and sit down. I kept glancing around to see if anyone was looking. No one was. Next thing I knew I was nearing the cafe, and there was Raymond! He was early too. That gave me some comfort.
“Hi Raymond!”
“Hi Tracy, glad you could make it.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I wouldn’t stand anyone up.”
“That’s really nice of you. Can’t say that about everybody though. Please, sit down.”
“Thank you.”
“What’ll you have?”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter; after all, this was just an excuse to sit and talk with you.”
“I really enjoyed the brief time we spent together last night.”
“I did too. That’s why I called.”
“Well, I’m glad you did.”
“After we finish here, could we go over to the library for a few minutes? I just want to see if something I requested arrived.”
“Of course.”
So, then we sat and talked, ate and drank something, laughed and flirted, after which we walked over toward the library. So far, no one noticed me, and I saw nobody I recognized. We entered the library, and I looked to see if what I’d ordered was there. It wasn’t. So I asked Raymond if he’d been there before, and as he had not, I offered to show him around.
We walked around on various floors, and I pointed out where things could be located, when all of a sudden he came up behind me and touched my back. I turned to face him, and he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me gently towards him. I smiled at this somewhat unexpected display of spontaneous affection, and he slid his hands down to cup my ass cheeks. Men seem to be drawn to my ass for some reason. Anyway, I suggested we move to a less conspicuous part of the library, and so we found our way to a section with books in Latin. It didn’t seem to get much traffic.
Raymond held me close, and I could sense his arousal as his breathing became audible. I returned his caresses, and he reached under my skirt and put his hands under my panties. I let him. I was sure that this wasn’t going to go any further, this being a library and all, even if it was the weekend, but Raymond kept caressing my bottom and I began to share his arousal. Next thing I knew I was holding his cock and balls through his pants.
“I want you.”
“Now? Here? We really should go somewhere else.”
“No, now, and why not here?”
“Are you nuts? Somebody might see us!”
“No one’s anywhere around here. Come on, don’t you want to?”
“Maybe I do, but that doesn’t mean I want to get caught!”
Raymond just unzipped his pants and pulled out nice thick, semi-erect cock with a big mushroom head. I wanted it, and he knew it. Jeez, this is completely nuts. I walked to where I could look down the aisle; no one was around. I listened, but heard nothing. I went back to where Raymond was, and fell to my knees, taking that soft bulbous head in my already drooling mouth. If someone came by I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to, and I didn’t want to. What a sight we must have been. Fortunately, no one saw it.
After a short while, Raymond pulled out and said,
“I want to fuck you.”
“Now that I know we’re not going to do here!”
“How about the bathrooms?”
“They do have handicapped stalls that are huge here, but still, I don’t know.”
“Please Tracy; I have to have you now, this minute.”
“I suppose we can look. Come on.”
Somehow he stuffed his cock back in his pants, and we made our way to the men’s room. I decided it would be better if someone saw me come out of the men’s room, than if they saw him come out of the ladies’ room. Raymond entered first, looked around, then returned and said it was all clear. I went inside, and ran to the handicapped stall. As we were at one of the more remote parts of the library, it seemed unlikely we would be interrupted, but that was not guaranteed. Raymond undressed quickly, and then spun me around and pulled down my panties. I kicked them out of the way, bent over and spread my legs, while holding on to the plumbing for support. He was so horny he just plunged right in, and I was so ready I didn’t care. He fucked like a man who hadn’t had sex in a decade, and I hadn’t been fucked that hard in recent memory.
Eventually he came, and I could feel the jets of cum spray my insides. He pulled out, wiped himself off with the paper towels that they so thoughtfully provided for us, and I did the same. I reclaimed my panties, and put them in my purse. He looked out, indicated it was safe, and I exited the stall and the bathroom in a hurry.
“I don’t believe we did that,” I said.
“I know, it just seemed impossible to resist somehow. Are you okay?”
“Yes, of course, but I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“How do you feel?”
“I’m not sure; mixed emotions. I feel satisfied, excited, naughty beyond measure, slutty as hell, depraved beyond belief, happy, disbelieving, pretty much everything.”
“Does that mean you want to see me again, or that you don’t want to?”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I do. You?”
“Shit yes! You’re amazing! I’ve never had this much fun.”
“It most definitely was that.”
As we worked our way back to the library’s exit, Raymond and I made sure we were both presentable. We left without eliciting any notice, although I was certain I had the “just fucked” look. I didn’t care, and besides, I had been.
It was now approaching sunset, and I told Raymond to call me again soon. He reminded me that I never gave him my telephone number, so on this occasion I did. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, caressed my ass again, and walked to his car. I walked back home feeling like a used whore, but at the same time happy, and at peace.
When I arrived back in my apartment, I undressed, showered, and then made something to eat. So, I thought to myself, this must mean I really am a slut. Only a slut would do something like that, with a man she hardly knew, and not feel a bit guilty about it. Well, if this is what it means to be a slut, then I am one contented slut. Pleasure and morality don't always blend well. But, my morality wasn’t really affected, since I never regarded the things I was doing as wrong in any way, I simply never expected to be the one doing them. My life had become much more exciting over the past few weeks. And, it was to continue to get even more so, as I was soon to discover.
More to cum.
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