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Chapter 19
They sat on high stools near the bar where everyone could see them. Most
importantly, everyone could see all of them; from their flamboyant hair
and make-up, lit up by the lights behind the bar, to their exquisite long
legs hanging freely beneath them, and taking in on the way the curve of
their waists above their wide hips and rounded bottoms that perched on
the backless chairs.
Wynne knew that this was no mistake. Lana had flashed her eyes or offered
up a tantalising smile to a dozen different passing guys as they sat
drinking their cocktails, and Wynne could now feel the gaze of each of
them burning into her. It was both thrilling and terrifying. She knew
that every move she made was being observed, which made her feel awkward
and nervous, but she also knew that every move would be driving some guy
wild, which made her feel excited and powerful. She uncrossed and crossed
her legs again. As she shifted and brushed her hair from her face she
spotted at least two men transfixed by her movement.
Most of the men that Lana had flirted with were hot, and Wynne was slowly
becoming used to getting that little fluttering in her tummy when she
looked at their deep eyes or broad shoulders. Others though were not much
to look at except for perfect clothes or shoes. It was one of these men
that soon approached the two girls.
The man was pale and his greying hair, slightly thinning at the front,
was styled in neat and conservative precision. His predatory smile said
that he thought of himself as a Mr Big, but there was a tiredness behind
his eyes that spoke of exerting more effort to maintain his status than
would be necessary for a true member of the elite.
"Can I buy you ladies a drink?" he said, his American accented voice deep
and smooth.
Lana smiled at him, and looked ready to accept. Wynne braced herself,
excited and terrified in anticipation of being on the receiving end of an
attempted pick up in a bar for the first time.
But then Lana did something that surprised Wynne. Holding up the drink in
her hand, which was mostly full, she spoke to the man as if he were a
child who had made the most simple of mistakes:
"Do we look like we need anyone to buy us a drink?"
The man's smile faltered and for a couple of seconds he stood motionless
and mute.
"Why don't you go on back to your seat and try a bit harder to think of
what you have to offer that me and my friend here might actually be in
need of."
The man pursed his lips, raised an eyebrow and turned to walk away.
Lana looked at Wynne with a grin.
"Why did you do that?" asked Wynne. "I saw you smiling at him earlier.
Why flirt with him if you're going to shoot him down?" Wynne giggled
slightly as another thought came to her. She whispered it to Lana
conspiratorially "Why not only flirt with the hot ones?!"
Lana's grin only grew even wider. "Firstly, you can't deny that that was
fun. Secondly, that guy IS hot."
Wynne looked puzzled. The man didn't give her the fluttering feeling she
had when she looked at the young strong men. She glanced over at the man
again, who was now back amongst some friends, but who was still
periodically looking in their direction. He was decidedly old. His face
was slightly drawn and tired and though tall, he didn't look like he had
much too him.
"Are you sure?" she asked Lana. "He doesn't look that hot to me."
"That's a tailored suit," replied Lana. "That's hot. His shoes are hot.
His gold and diamond studded cufflinks are hot. He has a LOT of money."
Lana quickly scanned the room, and pointed out a couple of other men "So
do those guys." She looked around some more. "And definitely that guy."
She turned her face to look Wynne in the eyes once again. "They're hot
because they can give you a big hotel room with spa bath and massage.
They're hot because they can take you for a drive in a bright red fast
car with leather seats. They're hot because they can buy you any sexy
clothes that you want. That's what makes them hot."
Wynne furrowed her brow, thinking about what Lana had said. It didn't
seem quite right to Wynne. She recalled that she hadn't been a big
supporter of people being revered for their money, but Lana seemed so
sure, so maybe she was right. Wynne looked over again at another of the
men that Lana had pointed to. He was overweight and visibly sweating in
the heat of the club. His table however was punctuated with several large
bottles of champagne and he was surrounded by a number of people who were
listening to him intently and laughing at his every joke.
Wynne imagined sitting at that table sipping his champagne, with
waitresses simply bringing more and filling her glass whenever she was
done. That would be fun she thought. She imagined being alongside the
man, basking in the attention and smiles and nods that surrounded him. It
made her feel important. Looking at the man again she now saw him
differently. He could be a benefactor; He could give her protection and
security, and somehow these qualities, that had seemed rather mundane
before, now seemed very attractive. They seemed.....hot. Yes, she was
definitely now feeling a little stirring inside her when she looked at
the man. She wanted to be near him, to ingratiate herself with him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by bright ringing sound of glass on glass;
her glass in fact. She turned with eyes wide in surprise to see the
grinning face of Lana, who had clearly been watching her think.
"Cheers," said Lana. "Welcome to my world."
Wynne couldn't help but giggle in response. It was funny and fun that she
now enjoyed rich men. It was so not what she expected of herself, but
that made it all the more exciting. She smiled and blushed and Lana
giggled right back at her. They were like two schoolgirls whispering
about a boy they liked.
Wynne's face slowly turned back to confusion as another thought came to
her.
"So if he IS hot, why tell him to go away then?"
Lana smiled knowingly. "I didn't tell him no. I told him later." Wynne
paused for a moment, bringing the conversation back to mind. Lana was
right! She had told him to try again.
Lana was continuing, "Before we really get going, I need to teach you a
few things."
"Like how rich guys are hot and stuff!"
"Yeah! And also like how you need to play hard-to-get at the beginning of
the night. What I did with that guy was, like, quite advanced, but I'll
show you a basic technique. You need to give them your sexiest smile"
Lana paused and flashed Wynne her most smouldering look. Wynne copied,
and was very pleased when Lana nodded encouragingly and continued.
"And stretch out your body just right" Lana paused again and shifted on
her seat, lengthening her back and legs and thrusting out her breasts.
Wynne looked on but didn't dare imitate her. They were in public, what if
someone saw? Lana though opened her eyes wide and nodded enthusiastically
to urge her on. Wynne giggled again and struck a pose.
"Great," said Lana. "So you do all of that, and then you just turn them
down with she shortest answer you can think of and turn away to talk to
your girlfriend, i.e. me."
That all seemed simple enough thought Wynne. She nodded to show that she
understood. "OK," she said brightly. "But, you know, like, I've never
understood why girls play hard-to-get..."
"Well," said Lana, as if surprised by the question. "Men want what they
can't have. They really want what other men can't have. They all want to
win. They need to feel like having you is a great victory."
Wynne nodded. That made sense. She could remember that feeling from when
she was William. Working hard for something made it more valuable.
"Turning men away to start with makes them want you more," Lana
explained. "It also makes other men want you because they see that you're
something that other men can't have. So you get them all hot and bothered
and obsessing about you, and then you get up on the dance floor and they
all come flocking around. That means that you can size them all up and
pick the best one."
Wynne nodded in understanding. Lana was so wise, she thought.
"Or the best two," Lana added with a wicked smile. "If you're in the
mood."
Another guy approach them, this time a young fashionable man with a retro
fifties rock and roller haircut and skinny jeans. He was zeroing in on
Wynne and Lana leaned in and whispered in her ear as the man approached.
Receiving her instructions, Wynne managed to stifle a giggle and nodded
to indicate her agreement.
"Good evening ladies. I just had to come over and say how stunning you're
looking tonight."
Wynne smiled at the newcomer, but only for a moment and then turned back
to Lana without responding.
"Um, yeah," continued the man, somewhat thrown off his stride, but not
deterred. "I saw you from over there and I thought it was great how
you've like matched but not matched. Really cool. I'm kinda into fashion
myself."
Wynne turned to him again, but once again offered only a brief smile
before turning back to Lana. She arched her back as she leaned over
towards her and spoke quietly so that the man couldn't make out what was
being said.
"So, where are you from?" he persisted. "Are you on holiday or are you
local?
This time Wynne turned completely towards the man. "We live nearby," she
said softly, blinking slowly as she looked the man straight in the eyes.
He waited, expecting a little more, but after a couple of seconds he
filled the silence. "Oh, cool. Me and my friends are on holiday. Maybe
you could show us the best places."
Wynne simply smiled again and then looked away and around the club at all
the other people having fun.
"Um, so can I buy you both a drink?"
Wynne turned back to the man slowly. "If you'd like to," she said
casually "Mojito"
Lana added her request as well and the man turned to the bar and
attracted the attention of the barman. Eventually he managed to order and
looked back towards the girls. They were turned entirely away from him
and he found himself looking at Wynne's back; Her long, curving back.
After a few minutes the drinks came and the man presented them to the
girls with a triumphant smile.
"Thanks," said Lana simply before turning away from the man and back to
Wynne. There was no space between the two girls and no extra stool. The
man simply stood for a few moments.
"So what's your name?" he asked Wynne.
After a couple of seconds silence it was Lana who turned to answer.
"My name's Lana, and this is Wynne," she said, before turning away again.
"Oh great. I'm Freddie."
Again, a smile, nothing more.
The man was starting to stumble a little over his words, but wasn't yet
ready to give up.
"So, my friends have a great table over there. Maybe you'd like to come
join us."
Again it was Lana who replied, "No thank you."
"Oh.....sure, yeah, OK. Let's just stay here then."
"You seem very disappointed not to be going back to your friends," said
Lana cooly. "Why don't you pop back over there and Wynne and I will stay
over here. Maybe we'll see you later."
Freddie stopped for a few seconds looking at Wynne, then at Lana and then
at the floor.
"OK," he said eventually and with false positivity. "Hopefully catch you
later then ladies."
Once Freddie had slunk away, Wynne turned to Lana and burst into a fit of
giggles.
"OMG that worked, like, SO well!"
"That was so funny. The look on his face!" replied Lana. "You did great.
It's just like I said. You really don't have to say anything unless they
ask you a direct question, and when they do, you just keep it as short as
possible."
"Thanks Lana, that was really fun! You were so great at the end there
just telling him to go back to his pathetic little friends!"
The two girls slowly regained composure. Wynne looked at Lana. They were
having so much fun and Lana was being so nice and helpful. She was like a
real friend. She plucked up her courage and decided to approach the
difficult matter that had been on her mind.
"So, it was a bit weird over at Mandy's" she said with an expression of
concern that looked adorably cute on her little face.
"She's so obsessed with Tony, it makes me scared. It's almost like she's
not her own person or something."
Lana nodded in sympathy. "I know what you mean. Just having sex with one
man forever. I couldn't do it. I'd go mad. But, you know, she really is
happy, so it's all good really."
Wynne wasn't satisfied. Even if Mandy was happy, it wasn't natural. It
just didn't seem right.
"Lana," she said seriously, through a slight alcoholic haze. "I learnt
some things about Mandy today, and it makes me scared of the company. I
think they, like, did things to her."
Lana looked Wynne right in the eyes with a caring expression. "Oh Wynne.
Did you find out today how Mandy became, well, Mandy?"
Wynne nodded.
"Oh I'm sorry babe," said Lana. "I can imagine that it all seems a bit of
a shock. You really shouldn't be worried though. Mandy is a one-off. The
circumstances of her change were more extreme than most and that explains
her extreme devotion too." Wynne exhaled a little, though her tension
only lessened rather than vanishing entirely.
"Some of us need a little help," Lana continued, "to clear out confusing
thoughts that come from our upbringing and stuff, before we can really
know what we want. But the vast majority of new girls are sure about the
change right from the start and don't need anyone to persuade them.
Everyone really really wants it."
Wynne thought for a moment before replying. "I suppose...." she said,
looking into her glass and thinking hard. "I suppose that most people
must really want it or they wouldn't pay out all of the money that they
need to do the procedure." She looked up at Lana for confirmation.
"People wouldn't hand over more than two hundred thousand pounds if they
didn't want it."
Wynne looked up and saw that Lana's attention was drifting. She was
looking towards the dance floor.
"Lana?"
"What babe?" she said, still looking away. Then, turning to Wynne and
brightening. "Hey, I love this song! Let's go dance"
"Lana! I'm trying to figure this out. That makes sense doesn't it? What I
said about people paying hundreds of thousands of pounds?"
Lana was already up and making her way towards the dance floor, but she
heard what Wynne was saying and responded with a laugh.
"The procedure costs an awful lot more than that, honey!" she laughed
again. "They just tell you whatever amount of money makes it a real
commitment for you. The actual costs are met by someone else."
Wynne stopped dead. Holding onto Lana's arm.
"Who?"
"Oh, I don't know. Could be anyone. Someone with power and money though.
It always is. It's someone different for each girl" Lana was super-casual
and just wanted to get away. She was clearly upset that she was missing
her song.
Wynne though was suddenly sober with shock and her feet remained locked
in place, her dainty feet pressing her sparkly heels to the floor.
"What do you mean? Why would someone else pay for this to be done to me?"
"I don't know Wynne," said Lana, exasperated. "They just do. There's
always an outside sponsor for each procedure. I'm sure you'll find out
soon enough." She wrested her hand from Wynne's grip. "Now let's go
dance!"
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Chapter 20
Once Lana was on the dance floor, she was lost to the nightclub. Several
times a deeply worried Wynne tried to grasp hold of her, but she was
always defeated by a spin or a twist. Lana started making it into a game,
whirling away at the last moment and then giving Wynne a big wink.
Wynne soon realised that she wasn't going to get anything more out of
Lana for now. And she had to admit, the music WAS good. Best to just go
along with it for now, she decided. She moved to the rhythm and soon
found herself back into the groove she had discovered at Lana's flat.
Lana smiled at her and Wynne couldn't help smile back. Her worries could
wait for a moment. Dancing as a girl was just great. She didn't have
quite the space as she'd had in the flat to twirl and whoop, as people
seemed to be coming closer and closer to the two of them, but there was
something else even more exciting.
Those people coming closer were all men. And they all wanted her. A
tingle ran up her spine. She was the object of desire. The prize that all
of these men were fighting for. She swayed her hips a little wider and
flicked her hair a little wilder.
She felt a light touch of a hand on either hip and became aware of a
large presence behind her. She swayed with the music for a few moments,
allowing those hands to experience the depth and smoothness of her
movement, and then spun away to take a look at the man who possessed the
courage to touch her. He was good-looking, but not the very best and he
had an arrogant look on his face. She turned away and continued to dance.
Lana was now getting engrossed with two males. One stood close in behind
her as she stretched and twisted around to kiss him passionately on the
mouth. The other danced in front, with Lana's hand locked firmly on his
belt, preventing him from departing.
Wynne was now without her shield and the men closed in. Her heart was
racing, but a smile was on her face. She writhed and pouted as hands ran
all over her intoxicating curves. A warmth grew inside her and she felt
herself becoming wet between her legs. She imagined letting them have
their way with her. Entering her holes. Her tight wet pussy. He warm
welcoming mouth. Their dicks hard, long and thrusting.
She opened her eyes. There were at least half a dozen of them, and
suddenly she felt scared. It was too much. She didn't want this. She
believed in love and commitment. She didn't want to be a slut. She just
wanted to find one man to love. She tried to walk away and took a step
forward, but felt a firm hand block her way. They weren't going to let
her out.
And then she saw him, approaching Wynne and her cloud of sex-crazed men.
Olly, from the beach. He was a horny man who wanted to have sex with her,
just like the rest, but at least she could reasonably believe that he
wasn't a total crazy. She conjured up a smile and reached out an arm
towards him. He took her hand in his own and she pulled him in close, the
sea of men reluctantly parting. He held her close, his hands wrapping
around her waist and making their way down to rest gently on her soft
round bottom.
It did the trick. Most of the guys left quickly, seeing that her choice
had been made. A few hung around for a while, hoping that she might have
space for more than just one man, but after a few minutes of dancing with
Olly alone, her eyes firmly locked on his, all the others eventually
backed off.
Olly could dance. His firm, toned torso flexed with the music and Wynne,
pressed close up against him could feel every movement through his shirt.
His hands, one on her back, and one gently caressing and squeezing her
bottom, made her feel tiny. She was wet again. This felt right. This felt
like who she was: Who she could be.
She looked up at him and his face was close. And then closer. And then
they met. His mouth was slightly open and her full lips engaged with his.
It was soft. It was gentle. It was electric. They parted, briefly, at the
mouth, but the rest of them was pressed together ever harder. Wynne's
round, high breasts pressed up against his chest. He seemed as hard as
rock, but as warm and comforting as a warm blanket on a winter's evening.
Their lips met again, delicate again, each of them exploring the other,
and then firmer, more insistent. She tasted him and it was strange, but
delicious. One of Olly's hands was still on her bottom and the other was
now at the side of her face, large strong fingers moving slowly through
her hair. She gasped, her eyes closed and her mouth still close to his.
It was perfect. He was perfect. It was almost too much. She turned her
face, resting it against his chest for a moment. His hand was on her
waist. She was tiny. Her whole insubstantial weight rested on a single
super-cute high-heeled sandal, as the other sparkling shoe dangled in
mid-air, her leg brushing up against her man. A small sexy girl in the
hands of a strong, rich, man.
With her head still resting on Olly, she saw some figures in a corner in
the shadows at the side of the club. It was Lana and her two men-friends.
One was stood against a wall and Lana was kneeling in front, her dramatic
hairstyle bobbing back and forth as she went to town on his cock. The
other guy stood by waiting his turn, grinning like a buffoon. Something
in her stirred. The exhibitionism thrilled her. She wanted to be on her
knees right beside Lana, the two of them taking care of the big men.
But something in her remained, something of the old William, who believe
in commitment and love. She was here with Olly. Big, powerful Olly with
the magic touch. She looked up at him, her long lashes fluttering around
her big doe eyes. He smiled and brought his hand back to her face,
brushing her hair to the side and touching her cheek with the back of his
fingers. She smiled back at him, a big, open, welcoming smile. I'm yours,
it said.
A new song started up, slow and bass. Her hips found the rhythm and she
knew what she wanted to do. She turned slowly in his arms until she was
facing away with his hands resting on her flat tummy. She arched her back
and pressed her magnificent bottom out and into Olly's crotch, swaying
all the time. It was his and she wanted him to enjoy it. Olly took the
cue and moved with her, his hands resting on her wonderfully wide hips.
All the world seemed to melt away and it was just Wynne and Olly, moving
as one in time to the music. His breath on her neck seemed to clear away
all of the closeness and humidity of the club. Back and forth and back
and forth they moved. Wynne grew wet and Olly grew hard, his dick
pressing into her big soft bottom. His hands shifted from their place on
her hips, moving up either side of her spine, causing her to shiver
slightly in delight. Up and up they moved, and then around to the front
again.
Wynne became intensely aware of her breasts, inches from Olly's hands and
just there for the taking, each protected only by a single white strand
of the dress, descending from where they crossed at her neck . She was
glad. She was happy to have these breasts to offer to him. And he did not
decline them. He brushed gently against the lower slopes, over the
outside of her dress. Wynne could feel her nipples harden and she was
desperate to be touched. But Olly demured. Instead he began to play along
the back edge of the strands that covered her breasts. Two fingers of
each hand slipped inside, while the other two slipped the other side of
the fabric, remaining outside. He moved his hands up and down the length
of the strand, his fingertips almost but not quite reaching her areolas.
Wynne heard a whimpering sound, and it took her a few moments to realise
that it was her. She was panting, begging to be touched.
And finally her gave her what she wanted. His whole hands invaded her
dress and slowly advanced inside. A fingertip reached her nipple, skin on
skin, and circled it awhile. Her mind melted. She closed her eyes and
moaned softly. And then he was cupping her tits with his large hands,
squeezing and kneading. She pressed back into him even harder, savouring
the feeling of his rock hard dick pressing against her.
She was in heaven. She had boobs. Round, soft boobs that she could feel
her man taking for himself. For a time it was all she was. It was all she
needed to be.
And then they were gone. It took maybe a second, but suddenly, Olly's
hands were up against her ribcage, empty sacks of skin folding and
rucking between his fingers. His hands withdrew as fast as they could and
he backed away. She span around to see him, mortified to have let him
down so badly. The look on his face was one of horror and confusion. He
looked like he was going to be sick, turned on his heel and ran through
the crowd.
It was happening again. Her body was changing, failing. Letting her down.
Worse than that: Letting Olly down. She struggled to catch her breath and
frantically searched the crowd for Lana. It took her a moment to remember
where she was. She rushed over to the corner where she had seen her and
sure enough there she was. One man was just zipping up his flies again,
and Lana was standing facing the second, giving him that smile.
Wynne grabbed her by the arm and began to pull her away. As she did so
her head began to spin, and she could feel herself falling as everything
went dark.
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