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Through the wormhole Part II By Janice In our last episode, we found that our hero Jack has a secret: he likes to dress up in women's clothes. He had dreamed of finding a woman with whom he could share his passion, but thanks to a physics experiment on a distant planet gone awry he found a whole world of Amazons who love it when he wears something sexy. Dresses, pumps and lace are now his everyday wardrobe and while the women enjoy seeing him dressed that way, they are always trying to get him out of his panties. Jack (or Jackie as everyone here calls him) has just gone into a Victor's Secret store with his two Amazon nerd friends who accidentally brought him to this world without a way to get home. Jackie thought it interesting the guy in the dress at Victors secret whispered to him that he hoped that the two women he was with were rich; otherwise he thought that he could do a lot better. It was bliss living with three horny Amazons, including one who had the most amazing body. She knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. Reality, however, came crashing in when the bills for the shopping trip came in. It became clear that if he was going to stay, he needed to start earning some money. It turned out that even with the three of them, they couldn't afford a trophy boy like him. While he felt being called a trophy was quite flattering, he understood the situation and promised to see what work he could find. The nerd Amazons helped him search for opportunities. He was a little disappointed that he wouldn't get a chance to use his education but it seems in this world men just aren't engineers. Secretarial, house work, waiters and nannies seemed to be the limit. He decided that secretarial work would probably be the best as he was not a very physical person. Soon he found a place that was hiring, and was off. Heading into the office building, Jackie could feel the eyes of the women in suits stare at him. He tried to pick out the most professional dress he had, however he realized during his shopping spree that he did tend toward sexy outfits verses the more practical ones. He was just so amazed being in a store with women who were encouraging me to buy sexy dresses he couldn't resist. He was also amazed that he was trying on dresses that actually fit him! Dresses designed to flatter a man's body. He also realized the most conservative of the shoes he bought had 3 inch heels. At least one of them was closed toe. Several very helpful women pointed him to the employment office for the company. It seemed like he was causing quite a buzz. Once inside he was greeted by a man in a very conservative brown knee length dress and his hair in a bun. He gave Jackie a rather haughty look and asked him about his skills. He quickly realized that things were just different enough here that I couldn't type or file. Even in his sensible flat the man in the brown dress was still a couple of inches taller than him. "I'm sorry but to hire you, you need to know how to actually DO something," he said with a smirk. Just then a woman in a three piece suit came in. She towered over both of them. "Ms. Hawthorn what are you doing here?" the man asked, a little surprised. "I heard you had a new boy here that was being considered to the secretary pool," she said. "I'm sorry to say he really doesn't have any useful skills..," he started to say as the woman put her arm around my shoulders. "Let me interview him for myself Mr. Smith," she said leading me away. "Of course that is your prerogative but..," he said before again being interrupted again but the woman. "Fine fine come this way err..." "Jackie," I said. "Yes, Jackie, it's very informal here at Hawthorn and Hawthorn," She said as she let me out the hall and to the elevator. "So Mr. Smith says you don't have any skills, I find that hard to believe, a pretty boy like you. I'll bet there are lots of things you can do," she said giving my ass a grab. Well, I knew what was on her mind, maybe this would be easier than I though. I just smiled at her advances. She led me into a large office. Sitting down in the chair behind the large desk she gestured me around. "First, let's test your oral skill," Then she glanced down at her crotch and then back up at me. I smiled as I approached. Getting down on my knees I undid her belt and opened up the fly on her pants. Teasing her clit with my tongue I could hear her moan with approval. I worked my way down to her labia. Her moisture was starting to build as I worked my tasted buds into her love lips. I could feel her hands on the back of my head pushing me in. After a few moments I felt the hands leave my head being replaced by her breasts as they pressed into me. I could feel her hands move up under my skirt on my rear. One worked its way around and cupped my package. "Wow You ARE gifted," I heard her say as she massaged my penis through my panties. I could feel myself start to get hard. "I've got to see this," she said, her hands pulled up on my hair. "Get undressed for me!" she ordered looking directly in my eyes. I stood up and smiled as I pulled off my dress. Giving a flirty look I undid my bra and let it drop. Then I pulled my now taught panties down. I put my hands on my hips and spread my stance a bit as I stood in front of her dressed only in my pumps. "I see you're not shy, I like that in a boy," she said standing up and dropping her trousers. She pushed me down on my rear and mounted my erect member. Her tight vagina felt amazing as she rode me. I heard he let out a grunt as she pulled herself off me. Once again the woman finished before I had a chance. This was getting a little disappointing, but it was a small price pay for being in a world where all my other fantasies were fulfilled. "Get dressed, I have one more test for you," she said dropping my clothing on me as she headed off to her private restroom to get cleaned up. Quickly I put my clothes back on. Eventually she emerged from the facilities fully dressed and adjusting her tie. "So do I get the job?" I coyly asked. "First I need to see how you do with a client. I have a very important client arriving today. I am just about to send a limo to pick her up. I want you to go out and impress her as much as you impressed me. Then we'll see about a job." Walking around to the desk she pushed a button on the intercom. "Mr. Smith, send my driver up to my office." "Yes Madam," the male voice replied. A few moments later another woman entered. She was smartly dressed as well, however it was the suit of a servant. "Jen I want you to take Jackie with you to the airport. He is going to be a welcome gift for Ms. Moore," she instructed. "Yes Madam," the woman replied as she leered at me. "And Jen, remember I'm not paying you to fuck my toys," she warned the driver. Looking at me with a bit of a leer she said, "I'll try to remember. Madam," turning to me she said, "This way please," she corralled me out of the office. On the way to the car she said, "I do hope the plane is late though, I'm sure I can think of something to do to kill the time," I could hear the lust in her voice. At the car she opened the rear door and swatted my rear as she helped me in. Much to the driver's dismay the flight was on time. Soon she was helping an rather imposing woman into the car. The driver had poured a drink that I was to give the client as soon as she entered. I just had to sit there waiting until she arrived, then I needed to look sexy for her and make her happy. I felt confident that I could pull it off. The driver opened the door and a tall well built woman entered. While she was not fat, she was quite substantial. She had full breasts and what looked liked very powerful arms. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. "Well well what do we have here?" she asked. "A little surprise from Ms. Hawthorn," I said coyly. She sat close next to me as I handed her the drink. She took a sip and put her arm around me. I could feel her strength. The driver lowered the window. "Madam there seems to be a lot of traffic, should I find an alternate route?" she asked. "No, I'm in no hurry, please give us some privacy," she instructed the driver. "Very good," the driver raised the window. "Now where were we," she said as she lowered her face to mine and began kissing me. Her tongue worked its way into my mouth. When she finally broke off the kiss I could feel her eyes go right through me. Her hand ran up my leg with a firm yet gentle stroke. Finally it reached the hem of my dress. She continued to move the hand up slowly raising my dress, clearly she was judging my reaction to her advance. I just smiled as my panties began to peek out. Emboldened by my lack of resistance she moved a little faster. Soon she was pulling my dress off over my head. She gave me a pleasant smile as she saw the bulge under my panties. "My my Ms. Hawthorne has good taste in boys," she said as her hand gave my crotch a gentle caress. I felt a tingle from her fingers as my lacy garment started be become a little more stretched. "First things first," she said as she unclasped my bra and discarded it on the floor. Her hand rubbed my chest and she tweaked one of my nipples. Finally her hands reached for the hem of my panties and pulled them down to my ankles,. She gently massaged my stiffing member. I could feel her breath becoming heavy. Finally as if she could take it no more she started to strip off her suit. First the jacket then the tie followed by her shirt. Her breasts flopped free. It was amazing how firm they were for their size. I was also right about her arms. She looked like she used to be a body builder. Finally she pulled off her shoes and dropped her pants and underwear. She pushed me back on the seat. I would have been unable to resist her strong arms, had I been inclined to resist. I put my hand on her sex. I could feel it become damp with her musk. After a few moments, she was ready. She pulled my hand away and straddled me. I'm sure the large car started rocking with the force she rode me with. Back at the office Ms. Moore and Ms. Hawthorn greeted each other like old friends. "You daughter of a bastard. I hopped you liked my surprise," Ms. Hawthorn said. "I sure did, getting a little doggie is the best cure for jet lag! Thanks. Where did you find him?" she asked. "He just showed up looking for a job. After the interview, I knew I had to share him with you. I figured in this case you wouldn't mind sloppy seconds," she said. "That's quite alright, with someone with a big talent like that, I'll take seconds," Ms. Moore replied. I was a bit confused, they looked like old friends and not a difficult client. "I thought she was a client?" I asked a bit perplexed. Both women laughed. Ms. Hawthorn said, "Your as dumb as you are cute, and that's pretty dumb. I wouldn't send an unknown bimbo to meet an important client, Ms. Moore here is an old Sorority friend. We were both on the college football team. Though I have to admit you were more gifted than any of the cheerleaders we did," again they laughed. "What about the job?" I continued on. "I could never hire a whore like you, imagine the scandal, though I do have to thank you for the freebies," They once again laughed a as she spoke into the intercom. "Mr. Smith, can you see Jackie out please." The man in the brown dress returned and led me out. "I guess they don't have an opening for corporate prostitute," he said to me as he let me out the door. He informed the woman guard to not let me back in. I was dumbfounded. What was I going to do? I still needed to find work. Clearly office work wasn't going to happen. In this world it didn't seem that men even held professional jobs so going into my former line of work was out of the question. I wandered the streets as I pondered my situation. The occasional wolf whistle this time didn't even cheer me up. Clearly after that fiasco office work was out of the question, office whore maybe, but not office work. I grabbed a newspaper and headed for a cafe to ponder my next move. Walking through the streets I felt the hands of several woman brush up against me. A couple were even so bold as to grab my ass. One of them I managed to get a "hey" out. She turned around and with a chuckle "Hey you cute bastard, if you don't want that attention, don't dress like they," She headed off with her friend high-fiving each other and laughing. I suppose they were right, I was dressed a little slutty, however, I was in a world where it was OK for me to dress this way, and quite frankly I didn't mind the attention I was getting from these giant women. Sitting down with a cup of coffee I poured through the ads. There was an airline that was looking for stewards. Perhaps that was something I could do. Maybe I get to wear a cute outfit as well. I was in luck as they were interviewing just around the corner in a half hour. I finished my drink and headed off. There was a woman at the guards desk. She stopped me as I entered the building. "You have to sign in first," she said putting a clip board in front of me. I filled in the information. Then she asked what my business was. Her eyes looked through me as she stared down at me. I told her I was applying for the stewards position. Looking me over once again she said, "Take the elevator to the 14th floor. It's the second door on the right." I headed off, my heels echoed off the marble floor. I gave a sexy walk letting my rear swing so my skirt flitted around. After getting to the elevator I looked back and saw the guard quickly turn her head. Clearly she was staring at me as I walked. It kind of felt good to be able to tease women as they used to tease me. Pushing the button the door opened and I stepped in. Following the instructions I came to the door. There was a sign on it indicating that I was in the right place. I entered the door. There was a women sitting behind a desk looking at paperwork. She raised her head when I came in and gave me a smile. "Are you here about the flight attendants job?" she said sounding a little hopeful. "Yes," I answered. Standing up she walked around the desk. She picked up a clip board and put her arm around my shoulder. "Come right this way," she said leading me into another room. Handing me the clip board she said, "Just fill this out and we'll be with you in a moment," Her eyes drank in my body before. "I hope they pick you honey," she gave me a little slap on the rear as she left. Inside the room were 4 other men. Two of them were busy filling out the forms. They were dressed pretty much like me with short skirts and heels. It seemed like they were having some problems with the questions. The other two were dressed rather conservatively with dresses that went below the knees and low heeled shoes. The two with long skirts just glared at me while the other two didn't seem to notice. I found a chair and sat down and began filling out the form. It seemed pretty straightforward so I wondered what the other two here having issues with. Soon I was ready. "You know you don't have to put up with that kind of abuse," one of the straight-laced men said to me. "It's pretty harmless," I said. "Letting them get away with that hurts us all," the other said. "Perhaps, but I do need the job," I said as I sat there waiting. "Aww leave him alone," one of the men in short skirts said. When he spoke up it was clear he was chewing gum. "A boy's got to do what a boys got to do. It's a woman's world so if you have a bod, you might was well show it off a little. Use it for your advantage," Turning to me she said, "Don't let these men's libbers get you down. Most of them couldn't get laid in a prison with a stack of pardons and hon you have a bod that most any woman would do anything to get you in the sack. You might as well take advantage of it, I know I am," he said before returning to the form. "You see what we have to deal with? It's no wonder men are treated as second hand citizens. Come on join us, if they mis-treat you, join our lawsuit. We know they will disqualify anyone who won't wear their sexist outfits, just refuse and you can sue them with us," The first man said. "I'll think about it," I said. "Don't do it!" the gum chewer said. "This is a cake job. You got to fly all over the world and all you have to do is get drinks for some business women. Who knows, maybe you'll find a rich cute one and get married and then your set for life! By the way what is the address of this building? I can't remember." I was perplexed "Why do you need this buildings address?" I asked. "It's a question on the form. Right after name," he said. The other nodded in agreement. "They want your address you brainless bimbo," the flat shoe man said. "Do you really want to be associated with these idiots?" "Hey it was an honest mistake!" he said before returning to the form now looking like he was pondering what his address was. A tall woman in a suit came in. "Welcome to Fly High Air Airline. I'll take you applications now." The two bimbos came up to her and one said, "We are having some problems with these questions. Can you help us?" he asked cuddling up to her. "Don't worry about that now. I'll interview you more later, just go out and the woman in the other room will tell you where to wait," she instructed. They two men bounced out of the room. It was quite an odd sight though I was getting used to odd sights. "Anyways as I was saying welcome," she looked over the forms and turned to me "It doesn't look like you have much experience," she said. "I am willing to learn," I said. "Don't worry about it, you appear to have a pleasant personality and we do have a training program. She then turned to the other two men."You two mind lifting up your skirts? I need to see your legs. I just need to make sure there are no abrasions or unsightly marks such as tattoos." "We will not and we find the request rather offensive!" he said standing up. "You can't treat men like objects," the other piped up. "Well I'm sorry you feel that way but you knew what the standard stewards uniform looks like and we need men with a pleasant personality and good looking legs," she said. "That's sexist! We have witnesses," he said. "The outfit is the industry standard outfit for male flight attendants," she calmly said. "Why don't women who work as attendants have to wear a short dress?" he asked growing furious. "We are a family airline and don't hire cross dressers. Now if you two would please leave, it is clear that you are just wasting my time," She pointed them toward the door. "You can expect to hear from our lawyers!" he said as he was ushered out. "Yeah yeah yeah I know, just give it up. The courts have already sided with us and found nothing wrong with our stewards outfits.' she said. "That's because all the judges are women!" the other screamed. Soon security guards were escorting the men out. "Well come back when there are male judges. Like when hell freezes over," she turned to me. "Don't let them get to you. We are a very reputable company to work for. Welcome aboard," she said with a smile, giving me her hand. "Thank you," I said."What about the other two?" I asked. "We if they have any brain power at all, they still have a chance," she looked at their applications "But I'm guessing not much of one," She gave me a card. "Be here tomorrow morning at 10 am for training. I thanked her and she showed me out. The next day I showed up at the address. I was fitted for an outfit. A short purple dress with matching shoes. They had a little bit of a heel but not too much. The training was mostly learning the equipment and procedures. Also there was quite a bit of training on dealing with unruly passengers. I think this is the part that the trainers liked the best as it involved a bit of ass slapping, and pinching. One woman was pretending that she was falling down drunk and actually fell on me. They stressed that it was important to not get upset over what they called minor sexual advances by the female passengers. They were supposed to be a friendly airline and that meant the men working for them were to be friendly as well and laugh off minor offenses. So I did as I was told. Women grabbed at me and I just smiled. They were quite pleased at my response. I was able to quickly learn the procedures. I was surprised at their surprise on how quickly I learned the simple tasks I was given. Soon I was ready for my maiden flight. As my training went well I was assigned the first class cabin. It was a fairly long flight so I spent quite a bit of time fetching drinks for the women flying up front. They were not shy about swatting me on the rear or giving me a little pinch. As the flight went on the passengers got increasingly drunk and their advances became more overt. I remembered my training and kept them at bay. Then about an hour before we landed two women who were sitting next to each other got up. I realized I was trapped between them as they worked there way to the restroom. I tried to get out of the way but I could feel their hands keeping me tight between them. Outside the restroom door the lead woman opened it up and the two shuffled me in. One of them followed and the door slammed shut. The woman bent over me and put her mouth over mine as she forced her tongue inside me. I heard her unzip her pants letting them fall to the floor. Her hands reached up under my dress and pulled my panties down. She then worked my member getting it hard. Then she lined up her private parts to mine forcing me inside her. It was a tight fit as her lady parts squeezed my member. She was already quite moist and I slid in without too much effort. She grunted as she thrust her pelvis into mine. As usual with women of this world after what seemed like five or ten minutes she was done. She pulled her head away from mine replacing her hand over my mouth. The door opened and her friend took her place. She was also fast and furious. While it did feel good it was a little unnerving to be so under another persons physical power. There was nothing I could to stop these two women from raping me. I had to admit I was a little torn about the experience. When she finished she kept our lips locked. Her tongue continued to explore inside my mouth. I couldn't move from her grasp. Her hand gripped my jaw. When she finally released me. She said "You better not say anything you little bastard or I'll make sure you get fired," she left me there in the rest room. I collapsed exhausted sitting on the toilet unable to move. The chief steward eventually looked in with a bit of a shock. I was disheveled with my panties pulled down. He helped me get straightened up so I could return to my post for landing. After the flight I was called into the security office. A large woman sat behind the desk. "I assume you know why we brought you here?" she asked me. "Was it due to the two passengers raping me?" I answered. "That's not the story we got from them," She put a small piece of paper on the table. "Is that your handwriting?" she asked me sternly. I picked up the note. On it was scrawled 'Meet me in the bathroom.' "That's not my handwriting!" I protested. "Well two very valuable passengers say you gave them this note," she looked at me sternly. "That's not how it happened. They forced me into the restroom and then took turns at me," I pleaded. "I'm sorry but we can't afford to take a chance that you are telling to truth. Those two women are responsible for quite a bit of business with this airline. They are very valuable customers. I'm afraid we'll have to let you go. We'll send you back on the next flight. You'll have to work coach and please, we are a family airline, don't proposition any passengers or we'll have you prosecuted for solicitation," she said as a matter of fact. The flight back was almost as bad as the flight out. The women in coach were just as grabby as the women in first class only there were more of them. The only difference was their cologne was cheaper. At least I wasn't raped on the way back. I was once again unemployed. I wandered the streets wondering what I could do. It seems I was just a sex toy in this world. At one time I thought I would of enjoyed this status, however it was growing old fast now that I needed to earn money. I was beginning to understand the concept of the glass ceiling in spades. I passed a strip club. It was odd seeing pictures of other men in skimpy outfits. They were advertising the lead act Johnie May 3 inches fully hard. I was momentarily amused by what they thought of as large here. At least I had that going for me. Then I saw it. There was a sign advertising for drink boys and dancers. I had always fantasized about being an exotic dancer and having an audience full of women ogling me. In my world that would have only been a fantasy, however it occurred to me in this upside-down world I could be a hit. I would have a dream come true and make some money as well. I headed in. If I was going to be a sex toy, at least I would be paid for it! Inside I asked about the job. A women pushing a broom pointed me to a women wearing a white shirt and a vest sitting at a desk behind a pile of papers chomping on a cigar behind an open door to an office. I knocked on the frame. She looked up. "What do you want?" she barked. "I'm here about a job," I said sheepishly. "Well come in," she motioned me into the office. "Well you look cute enough, where have you danced before?" she asked. "Well this is my first time..," I stammered. She smacked her hand against her head "Listen I don't care how cute you look, I need sex on the stage. How about this, why don't I start you out as a drink boy, you can watch the dancers and you will see what I mean. Nothing kills the mood more than a cute boy klutzing around on stage. Just schlep drinks and let the women pinch you on the ass, you'll make some good tips. How does that sound?" she said. "How much does the job pay?" I asked. "You work for tips minus a uniform fee. You strut your stuff right, flirt with the customers and you can do OK. Oh and don't let me catch you whoring yourself out, if you get caught I could get shut down," she growled. What choice did I have? I agreed. Serving drinks didn't sound like the way to big money at least it was something. "Great you can start now. I just had a boy quit," Go out there and Mary will show you where the drink boy uniforms are." Wow I thought, the first time I was actually expecting to take my clothes off and I wasn't even asked. The woman pushing the broom was Mary. She took me back to the store room and gave me an outfit. "That will be twenty dollars" she said. I had to admit I was broke. "That's OK, you can pay after your shift. You can get changed back here," she led me to a dressing room. There were a couple of men back there putting on makeup. "Boys meet the new drink boy." "Jackie," I said. "Jackie," she said. They seemed rather uninterested and only gave an acknowledging grunt. The dress was a simple but short black number with a plunging neck line. Clearly I couldn't wear my bra with this dress. The ensemble also had a very short petticoats that would show off my rear if I bent over the wrong way. I had a feeling that that was the idea. I was a little nervous at first. It turned out I was shorter than any of the dancers or the other drink boys. The shortest woman there had to be at least a good head taller them me. What I found amazing was that while some of the women were quite top heavy, around their waist no-one was partially fat. Perhaps in this world women gained extra weigh in their breasts. This club clearly had no dress code. Several women were in tank tops. Others had flannel shirts unbuttoned about halfway down allowing their boobs about to spill out. Clearly no-one was concerned about a little nipple showing, in fact I think some were trying to show off their chest. As the night went on I noticed my tips got bigger the more I accidentally bumped into my clients. I had thought back my college days in strip clubs. I remembered what I enjoyed the girls doing the most. What the heck I thought I'll give some of that a try myself. I got some big smiles, when a woman would get too close and I would put my hand on her chest to keep her at arm's length. The grin got bigger the longer I let my hand lay on her breast. Soon I had my clients trained to always lean into me so I could playfully push them back. A little brush over the nipple earned me a little extra in tips If someone was a good tipper I would pretend to not notice as they bumped into me. I had to admit it was fun being the teaser for a change. By the end of the night I had made more then enough to pay back out outfit fee, though it wasn't clear if I could survive on the remainder. That evening I headed home. Everyone was already asleep. I set me alarm so I could get up early to make them breakfast. It seemed like cooking and cleaning were now my chores around here. At least I was bringing in some money. The next morning they were glad to see me. There were a little worried about me being gone for so long. The beefy Amazon came out of the shower and was quite pleased. "I'll bring the girls from work down and we'll come to see you dance." I always melted at seeing her naked. She had the most perfect body. Beautiful breasts and was also pleasantly toned with a bit of muscle when she flexed. She also didn't seem to mind showing if off either. The nerd Amazons would complain and insist she put on some clothes, but I just ogled, I think she drank up the attention. I couldn't bring it to tell her that I wasn't a dancer just yet. "Let me know and I'll see if I can get you passes," I suggested. Perhaps by then I could change their minds about dancing. I did find it odd that I worked at a strip club in a world where my modest proportions are considered large and they haven't even seen me naked. The next night I wore my highest heels hopping that would increase my tips. I started to change into my dress and Mary entered the dressing room. I was still shorter than most everyone else especially the women Even in my tallest heels I was still way shorter than the nerds Amazons who seemed to be the shortest women I have met so far. At the door to the dressing room Mary was greeting the dancers and drink boys. "Tonight's the beach party night. We have a special outfit for you," She handed me a skimpy string bikini. "Put this on. Remember if you get the extra tip for someone to remove it, you split that 50 / 50 with the club. Then come and see me for another," she informs me. She handed them out to the other boys as well. I notice on the cups are written the word 'I can be yours for $20' "Remember they only get the bikini," she snickers as she leaves. After I get dressed Mary returns "Let's get going boys," The dancers head out and I follow. I feel Mary's large hand on my shoulder. "What do you think you're doing?" she says stopping me in my tracks. "Heading out to server drinks?" I said a little puzzled. "Dressed like that?" she said. Now I was confused "Dressed like what? This is what you gave me," I sounded perplexed. "Cut the bullshit You know what I mean," she said sternly. All I could muster was a "huh?" "You can't go out there stuffed like that especially on a night you might lose you bottom. Even so it's bad taste to stuff yourself bigger than the dancers," she said pointing the tight bikini bottom. "I don't stuff!" I said indigently. "Oh bullshit, no-one working as a drink boy has a package like that," She said as she thrust her down my bottom. I was amused by the look on her face when she felt it was all me. I was starting to get aroused as her fingers worked their way around my manhood. "You not making it any smaller," I said. "Boss!! You better come back here!" She yelled as she pulled her hand out of my bikini. "What is it now?" the cigar woman said. "This drink boy," Mary said, "Look at him." She looks over at me "So he overdid the stuffing, he's just trying to pump up his tips." "He's not stuffing. Didn't you audition him?" Mary exclaimed "I was busy that day and he said he didn't know how to dance, I just assumed that everyone knew my reputation, so I just made him a drink boy," the boss lady said. Turning to me "If you want to dance here you have to audition first," She said pointing to the back room with a bed in it. I smiled. I knew what she meant And I also knew I wanted the giant woman to do me as well, however it was fun having the shoe on the other foot for a change. I walked around her and grabbed her ass. She gave me an approving grunt. Coming around front I cupped one of her breasts. Her hand met mine and held it in place for a moment before moving it down to her crotch. "Hey I discovered him, this should be a three way audition," Mary protested. I looked at her and gave a smile. Back in my old world it would be amazing enough to try to talk two women into sleeping with me, here was two Amazons who were trying to convince me to have a three way. What a world this is. "I wouldn't mind," I said with a bashful smile. "Now that's the kind of liberated man I like," Cigar woman said. They took me off to the back room for the 'audition'. I loved the feeling of the large hands of these two women over my body. While it wouldn't take long to get out of the skimpy bikini I was wearing, they wasted no time in undoing the knots. They each put a hand on my rear and soon I felt myself being pulled off my feet and tossed onto the couch. Their eyes didn't leave my body as they stripped off their outfits. One of the things I enjoyed about this world was that when women gained weight, it was usually in the breast area. I sighed with pleasure as my well endowed employer and her assistants chests bounced free. "This little bastard is going to make me a fortune," the cigar woman said as she teased my member to full attention before climbing on it. "He doesn't look too little to me boss," Mary said climbing on my face. I went to work with my tongue tasting her sweet nectar As the other large woman rode my member. If felt the weight of their hands on my chest as had their way with me. Someone's hand made it around to my rear giving my cheek a tweak. "My goddess he is amazing," I heard cigar woman say before she let out a yell. "Boss you got to let me change places while he is still hard," Mary said. "Sure, I'm going to be walking funny anyway," I heard as the two shifted around. All I could see was their large and naked bodies filling my view. Their breasts bounced during the shift in a very pleasant manner. So much woman above me. I felt so luck to be here, in a world where two giantesses would be sharing me. In a world where I was the cute one. Soon I felt Mary squeeze onto my shaft. My hearing was muffled by the boss ladies legs as I worked on her moist nest. Mary was saying something that I couldn't quite make out but she sounded happy. I held off as long as I could. I think I managed to cum at the same time as Mary,. "I do love the taste of spui!" the boss lady said as I felt her boobs dig into my stomach as she greedily licked my shaft. "Boss you have to share," Mary said. Soon I felt Mary's breast on my legs are both tongues worked my now limp member. Still it felt amazing. "Let's get cleaned up. Cigar lady said as the three of us headed for the shower. I was in heaven as the hands of these Amazons lathered up my body. They both took great care to make sure my genitals were clean. I returned the favor, though I think they just got even more moist. "Johnie is not going to take well to not being the biggest anymore boy here," Mary said as we were drying off. We headed back to the dressing room. I heard the thump of the music from the outer room. As the women got dressed. I stood there naked as my suit was out of reach. "Who cares? I'm going to make a fortune with Jackie here. Give me a marker," she said as she pulled her hand out. She changed the 20 to a 40 on my top before handing it back to me. "If they want to see this monster, they will have to pay!" she said laughing. "Make sure when you give Jackie a new outfit you make this change," turning to me. "And you only let the table get a look, when you leave naked hold your tray over your goodies, pecks they get for free, if they want a look at the good stuff, make them pay! Make sure also when you are walking around you don't cover up your bulge. We need to advertise you!" she handed me my bottom and I finished getting dressed, well if wearing a skimpy bikini and heels counts as begin dressed. The Boss lady gave me a slap on the rear as I headed out into the club. It didn't take too long for me to cause a stir among the patrons. Heading off to my first table I went to get their drink order. The crowd was mostly dressed in beach wear. Some of the women were in t-shorts, some in tank tops, several were topless. The ones not in street clothes were weaning trunks. The DJ was a large fit yet busty black woman who was also topless and in trunks as she got the crowd in an uproar. It was fun to watch her bounce around seeming un-phased at being partially naked not knowing the effect it was having on me. I noticed the bouncer an even larger and very muscular woman in a tank top checking ID's at the door. I wouldn't kick her out of bed, not that I would have any hope in hell of doing so. Then again while the room was full of women, I could easily be overpowered by pretty much any of them. I made it through the crowd heading to my first table. There were several woman who gave me wolf whistles and several 'accidentally' brushed into me. I asked a table full of women if there was anything they wanted. As they gave me their orders it was clear what they were all staring at "No way is that all you!" one of the girls at the table said. "How come it says 40? I though the outfits were 20 apiece," a tall butch woman in a tank top at the table asked. I reached over and gently brushed her breast and replied "Well with me you get more than twice as much." "I've got to see this," the table of women went into a huddle. I could see them pool their money. "OK we are going for it," she handed me the cash. Doing a quick count I verified it was all there. I stuffed the cash into a small purse that I carried over my shoulder. I walked up next to the woman who handed me the money and said, "OK see for yourself," I pressed up to her. I could see her nipple pressing against the fabric of her top. I set my tray on the table. Her friends egged her on as her hand slowly made its way to the knot of the tiny string bikini. She took her time. I felt the hand of another woman pull off the knot on my top quickly pulling it away. I gave her a look"you naughty little girl," I said wagging my finger and smiling," I wrapped my arm around the woman who had her hand on the knot for my bottom. The table chanted "Do it do it do it" She started to slowly pull the string and then just before the knot gave out she gave it a yank as my bottom fell away. Hands started to approach. I put out my hand "You know the rules," I said grabbing the wrist of the woman who pulled off my bottom. "I can touch you, but you can't touch me....unless" I said as I slowly moved her hand toward my member but just out of reach. "I do something to allow you," I moved her hand closer. The fingers could now just barely touch my now stiffing member. The eyes of the women at the table bulged. I saw a few hands slide under the tables as their breathing became heavy. I continued to move the hand so it could only gently brush me member. I fantasized about what these women would do to me had the bouncer not been there. Still it was fun teasing them. I moved her hand away and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Thank you cutie," I said grabbing my tray and holding it in front of me as I was instructed. I walked away from the table swinging my rear. I could feel the gaze of the women at the table follow me until I was out of sight. I also noticed other heads turn to ogle my ass as I headed to the bar to drop off their order and head back to get a new outfit. The boss lady was in the back room. "You did a great job out there. Nice way to work the table, they'll want seconds. Now hurry up and get those drinks out here and off to another table," she said handing me another outfit with the same modifications made. I tried out the outfit and headed back into the fray. It looked like it was going to be a good night as word made its way around the club. I just soaked in all the attention that these tall women could offer. I did start getting nasty looks from some of the other dancers who weren't doing nearly as well endowed as I was. I didn't matter, there was nothing I could do about it. I just tried to be friendly. At least the women were more than willing to be friendly with me. I had several requests for my number and I have to admit there was one well endowed yet muscular woman in a tank top that I was quite tempted to give in to. I did enjoy teasing her, and she seemed to enjoy it as well. Getting her to remove her top didn't take much coaxing as she seemed proud of her breasts and enjoyed me teasing them. Later in the evening there was a well dressed women who came in. I thought it quite odd as the place was extra casual this evening, something else I didn't mind. Clearly I enjoyed it more than the other dancers who actually seemed happier if the clients wore more clothes. The bouncer escorted the well dressed woman to one of the back rooms. Soon the boss lady pulled me back. "I have a job for you," she said. "I am doing quite well as is," I replied a little concerned that this task might impact my tips. "Don't worry, you impress this client, and the tips you have been making will seem like chicken scratch," She told me Continuing on "Ms. Perkins has just came in and was taken to her private room. She likes the boys and can actually afford then. You make her happy and your worries will be over. Go to room three and remember she's rich enough that the rules don't apply to her. She has her own bar back there and her own private stock. The slobs that come in here couldn't even afford a shot of the whiskey that she drinks, hell I couldn't afford it either. She saw you as she came in and asked for you specifically. Will you keep her happy?" I remembered her coming in and didn't think there was anything wrong with her looks so I agreed. "Great, give me your top, she gets what she wants and settles up later. None of this crass advertising for her. Do whatever she asks. I promise you won't be disturbed," the boss lady said holding out her hand. I undid my top and handed it to her and headed off to room number 3. I had to admit I was a little nervous. I have seen all types of women here but I had no idea of what to expect from someone from someone so rich. I did have to admit my last encounter with a rich person didn't go quite as expected. At least this time I know where I stand, she is only renting me and she will pay for that privilege. I cracked open the door and stuck my high heeled clad leg inside. I slid in with my body facing the wall I turned my head and let my hair flip as I blew her a kiss. She tried to pretend that she wasn't interested but I caught her looking. I stretched out against the door frame before slowly turning in. I exaggerated the swing of my hips as I approached the table. She stared at my crotch for a moment before looking up and gave me a big smile. I slid in closer and looked down at the knot holding my bottom on. Taking her time she undid the know letting the bottom half of my bikini float to the ground. I started to dance. She seemed almost in a trance as I danced as she sipped her whiskey. After a few songs she motioned me to come sit next to her. I was more than happy to oblige. I looked up at her as she wrapped her arm around me. "I have a proposition for you," she said. "I'm listening," I replied. "I'm going to a formal party next Saturday and I could use a smoking hot guy to help impress. I'll pay you well and I get you a formal dress which you can keep. What do you say? She asked. "Will there be any hanky panky?" I said almost flirting. "Well I'll leave that up to you. I know I'll be in the mood and it will be extra, but I know what I'm getting so I know whatever you charge would be worth it. The important thing is I can make an entrance with you on my arm. "If I can get off Saturday, you've got me," I said. "Don't worry, I'll talk to your boss, you'll be available. There was a knock on the door. Ms. Perkins indicated for the bartender to answer it. It was the boss lady. "I'm sorry to bother you but it seems little Jackie here is about to cause a riot if he doesn't come back out to the main room," she said looking much more humble that I have ever imagined I would see her. "No problem. If I can 'borrow' him Saturday night you can have him back tonight," she said in a pleasant but businesslike voice. "Oh Thank you! It's getting rough out there," she said. "Just make sure he goes to this address tomorrow at 11:00 am to be fitted for his dress," she said standing up handing her a business card. "He'll be there. I promise!" cigar woman said taking the card and then escorting me out. "I'll see you Saturday at 5:00 pm, I'll give you the details tomorrow cutie," she gave me a slap on the rear as she headed out. The crowd erupted as I entered the main room. It seems I did cause a stir. The next morning came sooner than I expected most likely due to the late night last night. At least I did quite well with tips. The next morning I headed to the dress shop. There was a rather flamboyantly dressed woman inside. This was unusual as most of the women in this world dressed rather plainly. Granted their bodies more than made up for the plain clothing. She actually dressed with a little flare. She had on tight slacks and a plunging neckline top. While her breasts were smaller than most of the women, they were still firm and quite pleasant. Her outfit showed them off quite well. She was also very thin and had a bushy but shortish hairdo. Much more stylish than any other woman I have yet saw. Turning to me as I entered she said, "You must be Jackie. Ms. Perkins said you would be by. "Yes I am," I answered. She walked around me. "That outfit is ghastly but your body will do my creation justice. Take off that dress," she instructed. What was she up to I wondered. "What did you have in mind?" is asked confused. "I need to get measurements. Dear I cam imagine what you must think, but I only care about the measurements," she said in a very re- assuring voice before yelling out "Brenda be a dear and bring my tape measure here." I slid off my dress and shortly another woman. A woman with shoulder length hair entered the room. Her hips swung as she walked. The it hit me that was the first time since coming here that I saw a woman swing her hips. "Here you go dearie," she said handing the first woman the tape measure and giving her a peck on the cheek. "Who do we have here?" she asked turning her head to look at me. "This is Ms. Perkins' little date for the night. I'm going to put him in one of my creations," she answered. "I'm jealous. He'll look wonderful in one of your creations," the assistant said. Giving her assistant a hug she said, "Don't worry I'm not going over to the other side. You'll always look best in my creations." It then hit me. How dense could I of been. I did have to admit they made a cute couple though. I tried on shoes, she took some measurements and I tried on a few outfits. It was really quite elegant. Not that sex was the rule and not the exception, it was kind of nice knowing I wouldn't have to perform. I felt completely at ease with these women. All too soon it was over and I was heading back home. Saturday evening a car arrived for me. A tall rather formal looking woman helped me in. I was off. I had hoped I made the correct decision. I was getting quite nervous about what would happen tonight. The car drove me up to the mansion. The driver got out and opened up the door to let me out and led me to the house door and rang the doorbell. The woman who answered was tall and dressed in a very formal outfit. "Please come in. Mr. Jackie I presume?" she said looking down at me. "Yes," was all I could muster. "Right this way," she said turning around. I followed her through the maze of a house to a bathroom that I think was as big as our whole apartment. "Madam, Mr. Jackie is here," she said dryly. There in a large and comfortable chair wearing only boxer shorts was Ms. Perkins. Her breasts were quite firm for their size. "Welcome Jackie. Everything is ready. Ms. Jenkins here will help you get dressed," she said waving her arm holding a brandy snifter in her other hand. "What about you?" I asked a little perplexed. "We have lots of time for me to get ready. I just have to throw on a tux. I have allowed us two hours for you to get cleaned up and dressed though. Jenkins please draw Jackie's bath. " "Very good Madam," she says heading over to a sunken tub that looks like it could pass for a very small swimming pool. "Are you just going to watch?" I asked with a sly smile. "I figured that was one of the perks of getting a stripper as an escort," She said before taking a sip of her drink. I had to admit I couldn't argue with that logic. I sat there in the tub as Jenkins took care of me. She stared unabashedly at me while I gazed back back. Her body was really quite amazing. We both were enjoying the view. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind losing the shorts so you can join me?" I flashed her a smile. "That's not a bad idea. You know conserver water and all. "She stood up and let her shorts drop. Her juices glistened on her neatly cut hairs of her pubic area. She picked up her drink and headed over to the tub. She sat next to me. My low perspective enhanced the body of this Amazon goddess as she approached. She looked down and gave me a wicked smile before stepping into the tub. Even sitting down next to me she still towered over me. I grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather it up She didn't flinch as I soaped up her breasts. I gave her nipples a little tweak to bring them to full attention. I moved my hands down below the waterline and into her private parts. I could see her tense up as I worked her sensitive areas though she tried to suppress her feelings. It was clear that she was failing. Turning to me she said, "I have never met a man like you. You actually seem to enjoy the female body. Most men seem afraid of it. It takes a lot of coaxing to get a man to touch my breasts much less my puss," she put her arm around me. "Also you don't flinch when I touch you, you seem to enjoy the embrace of a woman." "What man wouldn't enjoy the vision of a body like yours," I answered. "I know, I think it they think that being shy is sexy. I have to admit being bold like you is a much bigger turn-on," she then took a sip of her drink. "You know women like to show off their bodies as well. Boys don't have to have the monopoly on sexy." We continued with talks of sweet nothings as I washed Ms. Perkins and Jenkins continued to wash me. It was starting to really sink in that this world was the opposite of my own in all the right ways. Much too soon it was time to exit the tub. Jenkins dried me off after getting out of the tub. She made sure that I kept facing Ms. Perkins so she always had a good view. I have to admit I enjoyed the sly smile she gave me as she stared at my naked body. I also didn't mind the feel of the strong hands of her servant as she toweled me off. On command of her boss she made sure I was dry between my legs. A command no-one objected to as her efforts caused a bit of expansion on my part. Jenkins then dried off Ms. Perkins as well. Watching a woman towel off a goddess was quite pleasing. Jenkins pulled up a chair for me to sit in so she could put a pair of silk stockings on. She then wrapped around my waist a garter belt and fastened the straps to the stockings. Looking in the mirror I saw she was very careful to get the seams straight. Next she went to put on a lacy pair of panties. Ms. Perkins stopped her. "With the dress he will be wearing, I don't think anyone will notice if we omit those," She walked up next to me. And gave me a hug. Looking down at me she said "It will be our dirty little secret." All I could do was smile back. Next came several brilliant white petticoats. While each was a little translucent, the layers did indeed protect my modesty. The layers produce a fullness that was nearly as wide at my ankles as I was tall. Sitting back down, which was a challenge at this point as the petticoats rose up over my head, Jenkins slipped on my feet a fancy pair of heels. It was good that she did, as I was helpless at this point. Standing back up I was glad that the past couple of weeks I had gotten good at walking in heels as these were clearly not for beginners. Despite the additional height they gave me, I still felt quite petite among these women. "It looks like sitting will be out of the question this evening." Ms. Perkins said with a chuckle. I had to agree. Jenkins next brought out the dress. She slid it over me and zipped it up in the back. It hugged my torso tight but allowed the petticoats to flare out the full distance. My shoulders were bare and I could feel that most of my back was exposed. Jenkins then brought out this wig with the hair piled so high that when it was on top of my head, I was nearly as tall as they were. Then standing up, she applied my makeup with great care including a bright red lipstick and impossibly long eye lashes. "I have a surprise. Don't get any ideas about keeping what comes next, they are rented," Ms. Perkins clapped her hands and two woman dressed in what looks like police uniforms came out. One was holding a box. I could see them trying to get a glance at me but it was clear they had a job to do. Ms. Perkins opened the box and showed me the contents. It was jewelry, very fancy and expensive looking jewelry. She helped me into bracelets, some quite large and impressive ear-rings (it was good that my ears were already pierced), a jeweled encrusted necklace went around my neck and a diamond studded tiara was placed on my head. Jenkins handed me gloves to finish off the ensemble. Ms. Perkins then lead me toward a mirror. I was fully dressed, dressed as I had only dreamed about. I looked in the mirror and the person looking back was beautiful. It was amazing a dream come true. To top it off I was being embraced by a quite stunning Amazon who was still naked. Her firm breasts pressed against my shoulders her pleasantly muscular arm draped around me. Her smile beaming at her creation. I was moved and did all I could to keep from crying. I didn't want to mess up my makeup. I spun around and wrapped my arms around her body and buried my head in her breasts. "Thank you, this is amazing," was all I could squeak out. Her arms wrapped tightly around me. "No problem, you look amazing, you will be the star of the party," I felt safe in her tight hug. "Well I better get ready as well. I don't suppose you want to watch some rich women get dressed, do you?" Looking up at her I nodded yes. She gave me a smile. "I have never met a boy like you, you're quite amazing." I followed her and Jenkins to her large bedroom. I enjoyed how the skirt flowed with my motions. As we walked I experimented in getting the skirt to respond to desires. I remember how women back home could work a fancy dress. It was quite enchanting. I now had the opportunity to do the same. Jenkins handed Ms. Perkins a pair of shorts. Ms. Perkins replied "Let's hold off on these until later. We might was well give our randy guest a show." I did blush a little at the comment but did not turn away as it was clear Ms. Jenkins was enjoying the attention and I didn't mind giving it to her. First she put on her shirt. It was cut such that it fit perfectly around her breasts. Then Jenkins helped her on with a bow tie and jacket. The shorts pants and shoes followed. Some cuff-lings and a touch up of her hair and she was really quite stunning. The drag kings back home would be jealous. I was just happy that at least for the night, she was all mine. Perkins did one last touch up of my makeup and gave me a small matching purse with makeup so if I needed to fix something I would be equipped. We headed downstairs. The car was waiting outside. The driver stood next to the door. The car shined like a new penny, it was clear what she had been up to while we were getting ready. Despite the over-sized limo and the fact that everything here seems over-sized, my dress did a good job of taking up most of the back seat. As I slid in. I was hoping that the pantie-less decision wasn't causing me to show off more than I hoped as the petticoats went flying. Ms. Perkins got in on the other side and sat as close as my garment would allow. "Are you sure about me not wearing any panties?" I asked. "Don't worry, nothing is showing and I tried my best to look," she said unabashedly. I just smiled as we headed off. "I must warn you, not all the women there will have men for dates. A few will have women in dresses. It will be quite obvious who is who," she said. "The ones with breasts I assume," I said being a little sarcastic. She laughed "Yes that is the giveaway. I hope it doesn't bother you. I'm sure you will be hit on by the women in tuxes but I wanted to warn you that you might also be hit on by women in dresses as well. Just having to make do with the shortage of men." "I don't mind Ms. Perkins" I said caressing her arm. "You don't? Wow you are a rare one. Please call me Patricia." "Patricia I don't see what's surprising about that, I like women of all types," I said. Her next comment seemed to come after a working up a bit of courage. This seemed quite odd for this confident woman. "Would you mind being with two women, you know in a three-way? Even if one is dressed frilly" she gulped out. "Of course I wouldn't mind. It sounds like fun!" I said. "Jackie, I hope you don't mind but I am never going to let you go. You are a one of a kind. I am beginning to fall head over heels in love with you," she said holding my hand tight. "I think I am falling in love with you as well Patricia," I said fighting back the tears. The car pulled up to a quite elaborate building with several well dressed people around. Soon all eyes were on our car as my petticoats bloomed out of the door. The driver was there to help me out. Ms. Perkins, err Patricia followed. There was a round of applause from the small gathering. Patricia led me into the ballroom. A woman in a tux announced us as we entered. I drank in the attention as the sharply dressed women all couldn't take their eyes off me. Many times before coming here I was dressed up with no place to go, now I was dressed up beyond my wildest expatiations and had someplace to go. It felt amazing. I was clearly creating the buzz that Patricia expected. I danced most of the evening with Patricia, however I was obliged to dance a few dances with her friends. Powerful and important women it sounded like. While the other men there were dressed up as well, my gown out-shined them all. The women coaxed the men out on the dance floor. There were a few women in dresses as I was warned but I thought they looked stunning as well. They were a little less shy about dancing. One woman with a plunging neckline and a backless dress approached me with her date in a tux. She was about a half a head shorter than her date yet I still, even in my heels, only came up to her shoulders. Her deep blue eyes looked down at me. Her date spoke. "Do you think I could convince you two to have a dance?" The tux woman said. The woman in the dress just smiled at me. I looked over at Patricia for approval, she nodded yes. "I would be honored," I said offering her my hand. The orchestra struck up a waltz as we headed out to the dance floor. We had the entire floor all to ourselves as the crowed watched. About halfway through the piece, Patricia cut in and continued the dance with me. The woman returned to her partner and the floor filled up with dancers now that the show was over. "The way you handled yourself this evening was truly amazing. I have never seen a boy with so much courage and self assurance," she said as I blushed. After the song was over. Patricia spoke up. "Gentlemen and Ladies I would like to make an announcement." The crowd got silent. "As many of you know I am known for my risky business deals but now I am about to take the biggest risk of my life," she turned to me getting down on one knee. "Jackie, I may of only known you for a short time but you are unlike any man I have ever met. I don't even know your last name but I would like to render that a moot point by giving you mine," she said with a deep sincerity. Emotions built up inside of me. I have always fantasized about what I think was about to happen, but never dreamed it would come true. "Jackie, will you marry me?" Patricia asked. A tear rolled out of my eye. I was unable to hold it back any longer. I looked into Patricia's eyes and melted. "I will," was all I said. The crowd erupted with joy. To be continued....