So This Guy Walks Into A Bar...

by:	Simonne Danielle

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Synopsis:	had originally entitled this tale: "Dani and Mary - A Love Story"...Too Borrrring! I have re-read and massaged this madcap adventure dozens of times since 2006; all the while trying to come up with a title which captures the story's essence. Then it hit me like a lightening bolt! I did a Google Search for the phrase: "So This Guy Walks Into A Bar". Fourteen Hundred Seventy results popped up in 0.11 seconds! Can you imagine how many stories begin with that opener...thousands! Okay, so it's not the most original phrase...But it sure seems to capture the imagery I've tried to paint. When an attractive man meets an attractive woman in a bar lots of things can happen. How many of you would say, "Been there, done that?" I'd bet my last buck that not very many have done what Dan and Mary do. But, then again, this is Fictionmania! So I'd probably loose! Sexual adventures, theatrical adventures, gender-bending adventures, barroom adventures, and... oh, did I mention Sexual Adventures? Have I got your attention?
Categories:	Crossdressing / TV  Femdom, Authoritarian  Humor  Pop Culture  School Girl  She Males  Stuck
Keywords:	Appliances Attached  Breast Implants  Hair or Hair Salon  Long Finger Nails  Maids or French Maids  Petticoats and Crinolines  School Girl  Very High Heels

So This Guy Walks Into A Bar...

By: Simonne Danielle

© 2006

DISCLAIMER: This story is rated X for strong sexual content. If you are under eighteen (18) years of age or in an area where this type of material is prohibited, or if the content offends you...DO NOT READ THIS STORY.

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The locations and characters in this story are fictional and any resemblance to any real place, any actual living person, or any real name, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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CATEGORIES: Crossdressing/TV; Femdom/Authoritarian; Humor; Pop Culture; School Girl; She Males; Stuck

KEYWORDS: Appliances Attached; Breast Implants; Hair or Hair Salon; Long Fingernails; Maids or French Maids; Petticoats and Crinolines; School Girl; Very High Heels

Age Category: College Age 19-26

RATED: X

SYNOPSIS:

I had originally entitled this tale: "Dani and Mary - A Love Story"...Too Borrrring! I have re-read and massaged this madcap adventure dozens of times since 2006; all the while trying to come up with a title which captures the story's essence. Then it hit me like a lightening bolt! I did a Google Search for the phrase: "So This Guy Walks Into A Bar". Fourteen Hundred Seventy results popped up in 0.11 seconds! Can you imagine how many stories begin with that opener...thousands! Okay, so it's not the most original phrase...But it sure seems to capture the imagery I've tried to paint.

When an attractive man meets an attractive woman in a bar lots of things can happen. How many of you would say, "Been there, done that?" I'd bet my last buck that not very many have done what Dan and Mary do. But, then again, this is Fictionmania! So I'd probably loose!

Sexual adventures, theatrical adventures, gender-bending adventures, barroom adventures, and...oh, did I mention Sexual Adventures? Have I got your attention?



SO THIS GUY WALKS INTO A BAR...

By: Simonne Danielle

© Simonne Danielle 2006

It was the sunshine streaming through the solid mahogany shutters which covered the large bedroom window that awakened me. It had been a rough night. Mary's arms were still wrapped tightly around my waist, her body pressing snugly against the entire length of my backside. I could feel her beginning to stir. She cooed in my ear, "Good morning, Lover!" as she began caressing my naked chest and then lower to my stomach and finally to my rock-hard morning stiffy. God, even her 'morning breath' was pure ambrosia! As she sensuously stroked my cock, she ground her humongous D-cups into my back and her lusciously wide hips into my ass. 'Oh shit, it feels like she's trying to fuck me!' I imagined; all the while enjoying this sensual wake-up call.

"Mmmm, that feels sooo good!" I moaned, as I shot yet another gargantuan load into her silky palm.

"And it tastes sooo good, too!" She giggled, smearing a copious glob across my lips and into my mouth. She brought her hand to her own mouth; licking the sticky-sweet remnants from her fingers and palm. "I just adore the taste of your cum, Dan! I can't get enough of it! And, I love being able to share it with you...It's just sooo...sooo sinfully intimate...Don't you think?"

I had to admit she was dead-balls-on! Until I met Mary a little over three weeks ago, the thought of lapping up my own love juices had never entered my mind. Now it had become a pleasant Apres-Fuck which Mary insistently and routinely served up.

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And so, on that fateful night three weeks ago, I walked into a bar and met Mary. I initially saw her sitting at the opposite end of the bar with a girlfriend. She had the most beautiful face I had ever laid eyes on. Her figure was full; maybe twenty pounds over- weight, but perfectly proportioned to her five-foot, six-inch height. There was an instant attraction the first time our eyes locked onto each other. Within seconds, she had left her girlfriend in the dust, sauntered down to my end of the bar, and settled herself onto the empty barstool next to me.

"I love your pony tail!" were the first words she uttered to me as she playfully ran her fingers through my chocolate-brown locks. I couldn't help being impressed by her firm grip; like two men shaking hands; not at all like the feminine and demure handshake I had expected. I liked that. I liked it a lot! "Mary Whitney." She introduced herself.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mary Whitney. Dan...Dan Simonson." I liked the way she gently touched my arm or my shoulder each time she wanted to emphasize a point. I also liked the way she rested her hand on my thigh when there was a lull in the conversation. I really liked the sexually suggestive innuendos which seemed to be an integral part of her banter.

When I told her what I did for a living, she was even more impressed that I had the "courage", as she put it, to keep my hair as long as it was. It was long; falling to my shoulder blades. The fact that I made millions of dollars a year for the investment firm where I worked went a long way towards keeping the 'powers-that-be' from enforcing their inviolable corporate dress code where I was concerned.

We stayed at the bar until closing. We were more than a little toasted. We were more than a little horny! When we slid off our barstools to leave I felt the old familiar twinge of concern that Mary was taller than me. In her heels she stood a good three inches taller than my five-foot-five. She out-weighed my hundred and twenty pounds by at least twenty pounds and my twenty-three inch waist was tiny compared to hers. She looked down on my diminutive stature and smiled a knowing smile.

"If it wasn't for these damn heels we'd be about the same height. No matter, I think you're adorable, Dan."

"Maybe I should put on a pair of high heels to even things out." I joked.

"What size do you wear? I could always loan you a pair." Mary retorted, with a 'Look' that said she was actually thinking about it!

'Hey, if my height doesn't bother her, I'm not gonna let it bother me!' I thought. Anyway, a lot of the women I dated were taller than me. My witty personality and self-confidence were more than enough to compensate for my short stature and had always won them over.

There was no 'your place or mine' discussion. I headed to my condo at the beach as if we had been together all our lives. It was closer than her place, which was some thirty minutes away, and neither of us wanted to waste precious minutes. It would be no problem retrieving her car in the morning.

As we drove, she had her hands on my cock the entire time. She had her tongue buried deep into my ear as she whispered hungrily...

"I can't wait to wrap my lips around your cock and swallow the huge load of cum I know you can deliver!" She seemed a little obsessed as she rambled on...

"I just adore swallowing!"

"I'm praying that your cum tastes as good as your intoxicating cologne smells!"

Her salacious monologue was as intimidating as it was exhilarating!

I couldn't believe my luck! This was turning into a wet-dream come true! Her royal-blue, full-skirted, softly-pleated cocktail dress was riding high on her generous thighs. The creamy white flesh above the tops of her nylons gleamed each time we passed under a street light. Her black satin garters sparkled in the light from the dashboard of my Mercedes. Her luscious tits looked like twin 'Yule Brenner's' spilling out from the dress' low cut neckline. She grabbed my right hand and jammed it firmly into the crotch of her sopping wet silk panties. "You CAN drive one-handed, can't you, Lover?" She was moaning with lust-filled desire!

I found her aggressive attitude refreshing and very stimulating. I had never met anyone quite as assertive and self-assured. I was unaccustomed to being with a woman who instinctively and immediately took 'command'. I found myself totally at a loss to do or say anything which would show the macho attitude I had always displayed with other women in my life.

Each time I feverishly bucked my hips to let her know I was about to shoot my wad she stopped manhandling me and said, "I know baby, I know! Let's wait 'til we get home...I don't want to lose one precious drop on these expensive leather seats!" Meanwhile, she continued to grind her slippery crotch into my hand. She probably got herself off three or four times during the ten-minute drive to my beachfront condo.

After I pulled into my attached garage and before I even turned off the ignition she was all over me. Her mouth covered mine and her tongue invaded my lips like a whaler's harpoon. We untangled from each other's embrace and eventually made our way to my king-size bed, stripping one another's clothing along the route; leaving a trail of garments from the garage entrance in the kitchen to the foot of my bed.

The love we made that first night was the most passionate and intense I had ever experienced...up to that point in my twenty-four years, anyway! Being true to her word, she went down on my cock and sucked me dry; not losing "one precious drop"; swallowing my entire load into her belly! I could taste the remains of my ejaculate on her mouth; definitely a new experience for me! The very idea of kissing a woman after she had blown had always been a definite No- No. Amazing!

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For the past few weeks we have been inseparable. Either I'd stay at her place or she'd stay at mine. We're the same age. Unlike me she had been divorced after only eighteen months of a miserable marriage. Thank god she had no kids. She worked for a movie studio in an upper-management position. Her job had lots of perks including invitations to private pre-release screenings, lots of swag, and occasional junkets out of the country. She made a very good living but not as much as I made as a fund manager for a prestigious investment firm. In fact, I wondered how she managed to live such an opulent lifestyle. When I asked, she was a bit vague but hinted at 'other' sources of income.

Best of all, I thought, we were compatible in every respect; politically, socially, economically, and sexually. We had even begun exercising together at my gym. She was determined to lose those twenty extra pounds that I had never mentioned but which she knew she should lose. I was dumbfounded that I found her sexual aggressiveness absolutely addicting. In every other aspect of our relationship, we discussed alternatives and came to a mutual agreement before making decisions. I was under no misconceptions, however, when it came to our sex life. Mary was definitely in control.

I was still licking my cum off my lips when she rolled me over to face her. She ground her enormous tits into my chest and her pussy against my cock. She had this amazing ability to get me hard again within minutes. We could fuck three times before getting out of bed most mornings!

We were coming up on our 'One Month Anniversary'. I had been promising myself, and Mary, that I'd figure out something special to celebrate the event. She kept telling me not to worry about it; that we'd figure out something. In the brief time we had been dating I had learned that anytime she used the "We" word, it really meant the "She" word.

As much as Mary loved it when I went down on her exquisitely delicious pussy, I loved it even more! I could eat her for hours at a time, several times a day! This morning she wanted to fuck. Who was I to deny her? She rolled on top of me, straddling my thighs. She played with my 'Mini-Me' until it was stretched to its full eight inches before impaling her juicy cunt in one forceful lunge. She rocked her hips back and forth, rather than side to side. She knew exactly how to stimulate her clit against the rock-hardness of my shaft while I just lay there enjoying the look of pure lust in her eyes each time she came. She was cumming for the third time as I shot my second load in less than ten minutes deep into her womb!

"Oooh Dan, you are the most amazing Lover! Nobody has ever been able to get me off this many times. I can't get enough of you!"

She scootched along my torso on her knees until her dripping pussy was directly above my mouth. Her thighs trapped my arms. Her juices and mine dripped onto my lips. "Open wide, baby! You've never had a treat like this...it's about time."

It's true. I had never eaten a pussy after cumming inside one. "You said you wanted to give me something special for our 'One Month Anniversary'! Now's your chance! It's called a 'Cream Pie' and it would be just sooo special to know you care for me enough to eat me after flooding my pussy with your cream!" Her husky voice had a demanding urgency. Once again, who was I to deny this goddess?

I parted my lips just as a large dollop of creamy goo escaped her pussy. It landed on my tongue and slithered to the back of my throat. I swallowed, not really tasting its essence. As she lowered her pussy to my gaping mouth, she left me no choice but to begin lapping at her fount. I could feel her pussy contracting repeatedly. Our combined love-cocktail was jetting into my mouth in forceful spurts. I lapped. I sucked. I nibbled on her engorged clit like it was a tiny cock! She came another three times! I loved the taste!

"Ooooh!" She looked down on me, her eyes boring holes through mine. "Now that's what I call 'something special'! I couldn't have asked for anything better! Happy early anniversary." She hissed. "How'd you like it, Lover?"

"Oh Baby, if you had told me three weeks ago that I'd be sucking my cum from your pussy AND loving it, I'd have said you were nuts!" I declared. "Mary, it was amazing! You're amazing!"

Mary had this far-away look in her eyes; a 'Look' that I had come to learn meant she was thinking something kinky. "What?" I hesitantly asked.

"Oh nothing." She responded. "I just think there's something really, really special about a man who's so willing to eat his own cum from a freshly fucked pussy. Maybe there's more to you than either of us realizes."

She rolled off me, lying on her back, propped up by pillows. I lightly kissed her pussy, both her distended nipples, and, finally, her sweet mouth before I rolled off my side of the bed, intending to head for the shower. I was still a little confounded by what I had just done and wondering what she meant by "more to you than either of us realizes". As my feet hit the carpet, I stepped on her panties; a black satiny-nylon string bikini. The cool slippery nylon felt weirdly tantalizing as I wiggled my toes and the soles of my feet on the wispy material. Mary looked over the edge of the bed and saw my foot sliding back and forth against the undies she had so hastily discarded the night before.

"They do feel good, don't they?" She asked, reading my mind.

I squeezed my toes together, gripping the light-as-air garment and raised the dainty wisp to my hand. I started to hand them to her but hesitated long enough to finger the silky nylon and lace edging. "Mmmm! They do feel nice." I leaned over and tickled her nipples with the silky material. "How can something so light provide any support?"

"You're so silly, Dan! Girls don't need support! We need coverage! Now you, on the other hand, definitely need support!" She joked as she hefted my cock and balls.

"These don't look sturdy enough to support my equipment." I half- heartedly challenged.

"You'd be surprised, Lover. Why don't you try 'em on? I'll bet they'll even look cuter on you than on me!" She was half joking but then again...there was that 'Look'.

Not being one to refuse a challenge, I stepped into the delicate intimate garment and settled them into place. My recently disgorged package was easily held in place. The immediate sensation I felt was the cool and slippery caress of silk against my cock and balls and, especially, my rump. Mary's hands went to those two sensitive areas; one hand massaging my cock and balls; the other my ass cheeks. Even the crusty gusset, evidence of last night's prelude to sex, felt delicious against my scrotum. I went into sensory overload! I started getting hard... again!

"Someone likey, I think!" She teased. It wasn't an accusatory or demeaning tone. It was simply a statement of the obvious.

"Not just someone!" I retorted. "Something! 'Little Danny' likey...a lot! Where have these been all my life?" Mary was continuing to caress me...in all the right places. 'Little Danny' was poking his engorged purple head above the lacey waistband.

I left her laying in bed and headed for the shower. Today was a workday, after all, at least for me. Mary had the day off. "Cute ass!" She yelled.

As I walked back to the bedroom, I had her panties dangling from my index finger. I tossed them to her as I began selecting my own underwear from my dresser. She tossed them back. They bounced off my butt and fell to the floor. "Why don't you wear mine today? The thought of you wearing them at work, all hard and excited, would absolutely make my day!"

"Sure! Why not? Might be interesting, at that." I finished dressing and kissed her warmly before heading out to fight the investment battles I knew were waiting to assault me. It was Friday and all I could think about was spending the weekend with Mary!

I was reminded of the black satin panty more times than I could count as I went about waging war with the financial markets. The panties didn’t interfere with my battles. If anything, they enhanced them! Several times, I found myself with my hands in the back pockets of my dress slacks, caressing and squeezing my silk- covered ass cheeks as I stood chatting with co-workers. A pervasive theme kept running through my brain; 'I could get used to this!'

Mary was home when I got there. She did have her own key, after all! She had my usual vodka gimlet waiting as I arrived precisely at five-thirty. "How was your day, Lover?"

"Delicious comes to mind." I answered in a conspiratorial tone.

"Delicious?" She asked. "That's an interesting turn of a phrase. Let me guess. My panties drove you wild!" She giggled.

"Not really wild, actually. But I sure knew I was wearing something different...and very delicious!"

"I couldn't stop thinking about you wearing them, Lover. I was wet all day. I had to do something...something really special!" She rose from the sofa and headed to my bedroom. "Wait here. I'll be right back." I simply leaned back into the sofa, sipped my vodka, and enjoyed the spectacular ocean view off my back deck. That spectacular ocean view was rapidly taking a distant 'second-place' to the view I enjoyed of Mary's gorgeous ass as she sauntered out of the room.

Seconds later she returned, carrying a bright pink shopping bag from one of the finest women's lingerie boutiques in the city. She rushed to my side, placing the bag between us. Her knee-length skirt rose indecently, exposing the tops of her stockings. At that moment I was more interested in what was inside her thighs than what was inside the shopping bag. "Stop looking at my legs! God, you're incorrigible! Look in the bag. It's all for you! Happy Anniversary, Lover!"

I set my drink on the burl-wood coffee table and gingerly pried open the edges of the bag. The moment my fingers touched the silky contents I had no doubt what was inside. One by one I withdrew two dozen pair of the silkiest, laciest panties; each one a replica of the bikini-style panty I was still wearing but in different colors! As I held up each pair to examine them in detail, Mary exclaimed, "I knew you'd love them! I just knew it! Don't you just adore them? Promise you'll wear a different color each day...just for me...Please? It's such a huge turn-on!"

"Don't worry!" I answered, almost squealing like a bride-to-be at her bridal shower, "I'll wear them alright...but not just for you! I'll wear them for me, too! I can't describe how fantastic they made me feel all day!"

She was giddy with unbridled joy; hugging me, squeezing me, kissing me, licking me!

I reached for my briefcase on the floor and opened it. I retrieved a shopping bag similar to the one Mary had given me, but from a different boutique. "Happy Anniversary to you too, Lover!"

She was bug-eyed as she dove in. One by one she discovered two dozen pair of panties, also in the same style as the pair she had generously loaned me this morning. But that wasn't all. As she continued to unearth her treasure, she was treated to matching bras, camisoles, and garter belts! It had cost me a small fortune but what the fuck! If this new 'kink' in our relationship was gonna give us so much joy, it was worth it!

"Ohmigawd!" She exclaimed. "You are so awesome! I can't believe you did this! You are the most wonderful...most adorable...most generous...I've never met anyone like you! I love everything! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The couch, the coffee table, and the floor were littered with piles of lingerie.

She rolled to her left, hiking her skirt and straddling my lap in one fluid movement. I reached to undo my belt and slacks. She was preoccupied hugging and kissing me like a school girl who'd just got her first car! Her tongue probed my mouth and my ears. With my slacks around my ankles and her skirt hiked to her waist, she ferociously ground her silky panties against my panty-clad rock- hard cock. Our juices mingled and within seconds we had both cum with unimaginable force!

For the next hour we sipped cocktails and snipped price tags from all our new dainties. It was fun. She decided we should celebrate by going out to dinner. I showered and returned to the bedroom to dress. Mary had our entire collection of lingerie spread out on the bed. I flopped onto the bed and smothered myself in the mountain of luxurious silkies.

"Damn!" I shouted. "I can't believe how fantastic all this shit feels against my body! It's the most amazing feeling! You wear these things all the time? How do you get through the day? If I was wearing these panties and everything else all day I'd be cumming all over myself! In fact, I almost did today at work!" I sheepishly admitted. I was grabbing handfuls of delicate silk and nylon and lace; rubbing them all over my body; licking my lips with licentious lust! My cock was as hard as it had ever been. When I saw my raging bone drooling pre-cum, I scooped it off and licked my fingers as Mary looked on; her eyes bulging out of their sockets. She had a look which begged the question, 'What sort of monster have I created?'

"In that case...why waste the opportunity?" She asked coyly.

"What're you talking about?" I asked.

"Shush!...Just listen to me! As long as we're going out to dinner to celebrate...why not really make it special? Here...try this!"

She proceeded to select various delicacies from the huge pile of lingerie scattered on the bed. "One for you...One for me...One for you...One for me..." She hummed in that seductive, sing-song manner she liked to use to tease me.

In no time at all she had selected lingerie...for both of us. Panties, garter belts, and camisoles. "Naturally, I'll need a bra. You can wear one too...if you want to!" She had a devilish grin on her face.

In obvious response to the confused and questioning look on my face, she stated, matter-of-factly, "What? Can't you imagine how much fun we'll have, and how special it'll be, knowing we're dressed in matching lingerie? It'll be like our little secret. No one will know...except you and me, of course!"

What could I say? I'd already spent the day wearing her satin panties...and, enjoyed every minute of it! The thought of being out with this 'goddess of kink', while wearing matching silkies, was too much temptation to pass up. I capitulated, "Sounds like a plan to me! Let's do it! You're such a kinky little devil!"

I slipped on a pair of fire-engine red bikinis and a matching lace- trimmed camisole. The feel of the silky nylon caressing my chest, butt, and my cock and balls made me feel light-headed. Mary donned a matching set...only hers was fuchsia. She wrapped a matching garter belt around her waist, tucking the ruffled satin garters under her panties. As she reached into her overnight bag for a new packet of silver-gray nylons, she asked, "You really should wear nylons too, Lover. You won't believe how great they feel on your legs! And, what a lovely pair of legs you have!"

'In for a penny...In for a pound.' I figured. "Sure! Why not?", as I wrapped the matching garter belt around my waist. "I don't suppose you have a pair of stockings to go with this stuff!" Silly question!

She dug back into her magic overnighter and ceremoniously waived a package of black, back-seamed wispy nylons in my face. "A girl has always got to be prepared for any contingency!"

I found myself mimicking her feminine movements as I donned the dainty, but oh-so constricting, garter belt. I gathered my nylons into little donuts before slipping them over my size five tootsies and smoothing them up my legs. I even crossed my legs in that feminine manner I had seen her use to tease me with so many times! Clipping the garter tabs for the first time was a bit cumbersome but with Mary's eager assistance we got them fastened. The jet black flavor of my nylons actually camouflaged the dark hair on my legs.

"Tsk...tsk", she muttered, as she fussed with my seams and stroked my nylon-clad calves and thighs. "We'll have to do something with these hairy legs! No girl would ever be seen in public with a forest of hair like this!"

"I'll be wearing dress slacks, for Christ's sake! Who's gonna see my legs, anyway?" I whined.

"That's not the point, Lover! I'll know...and, you'll know! It just looks so icky! Oh well, next time we'll prepare you better so you'll feel more lady-like! Maybe next time you'll be wearing a skirt or dress! Who knows?" She lovingly patted the obvious bulge in my panties. "Mmmm, feels sooo good!" She cooed. Her incessant teasing went right over my head. I was enjoying other sensations!

'Me – feel more lady-like? Oh well, dressed like this, I guess she does have a point!' I thought, smiling to myself.

When she tucked her massive D-cups into her bra and slid the camisole over her head, I felt a twinge of envy. She caught me staring and giggled. "You still have time to change your mind and wear a bra to go with the rest of your lingerie!" she half-joked.

If I had anything to fill the cups, I would have worn the matching bra! I was definitely getting into this whole kinky scene. As it was, the panties and camisole, not to mention my nylons, were probably gonna keep me in a pronounced state of excitement all night long.

I slipped on a pair of light beige dress slacks, a pale yellow polo shirt, and a pair of cordovan alligator loafers. As I reached for my Rolex, Mary stopped me.

"Oooh, Dan, You look way too scrumptious to wear something as masculine as that heavy man's Rolex. Try this." She handed me a spare wristwatch from her jewelry bag...a woman's Yves St. Laurent with a delicate gold band encrusted with diamonds. It was actually a bit large and flopped loosely on my wrist. "There, that's much better!" She cooed. "Let's see what other goodies I can find in this bag."

She dug out three very feminine cocktail rings and a gold necklace which matched my watchband. She secured the clasp of my necklace and opened the buttons of my polo shirt. The necklace draped suggestively against my bare chest, almost touching the barely exposed lace trim of my camisole. "Too bad you only have one ear pierced, Lover. I have a lovely pair of earrings which match the rest of your jewelry!" She teased. She did manage to find a yellow scrunchie to replace the simple rubber band I normally used to tie off my pony tail. She also retied it higher up towards the crown of my head. "Cute...very cute!" She declared.

When I looked at myself in the full-length mirrors covering the sliding doors of my closet I was more than a little shocked. The lightweight slacks and shirt left no doubt as to what was underneath! "Uhh...Mary...I can't go out looking like this...I can see everything...all my lingerie...my stockings...everything! Don't you think it's a bit much?" I lifted the cuffs of my slacks. "I should probably put on a pair of socks, too."

"Of course you can see everything, Lover! That's the whole idea! And...you look positively delicious! Only a real guy would be willing to wear such pretty undies to please his woman! I want everyone to know that I'm with someone who's willing to wear whatever I ask...just to please me! C'mon...it'll be a kick! We're gonna have so much fun tonight. Besides, where I'm taking you for dinner...it won't really matter!" She added, mysteriously. We piled into Mary's Jaguar.

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It took almost forty-five minutes to drive to the place. It was actually pretty close to Mary's home. Even though it was nighttime I could see that the place was situated on a large parcel of land on the very peak of the mountains circling the city and was surrounded by huge oaks and pines. The building seemed huge.

It took a few minutes but we finally found an empty space in the crowded parking lot. The sign in front was lit up like a Vegas hotel. It read "Kings and Queens". I could hear the pounding beat of salsa music. Couples were filing in, hand-in-hand, obviously eager to get a decent table. Mary reached into the back seat of her Jaguar convertible and handed me a red leather purse, albeit, a rather androgynous purse, but a purse nonetheless. "You can put your wallet and car keys in this. We don't want any unnecessary bulges messing up the lines of that fine ass of yours. I know it’s not very feminine but it'll still look cute hanging off your shoulder."

So, taking a deep breath, I walked into this bar. 'Was I gonna be the butt of the thousands of jokes which began with that overused introduction?' I pondered nervously.

The place was packed. "We're never gonna get a place to sit...even the bar is jammed!" I lamented. Mary just gave me the 'Look'. The hostess greeted Mary like they were sisters. "Mary! You made it! How wonderful!" She exclaimed. Then, looking me up and down with obvious approval, "This gorgeous creature must be that 'Someone Special' you've been bragging about for the past month!"

Mary introduced me to Janelle Trent, a six-foot-three - actually five-eleven without her heels - statuesque caramel-colored beauty in a gold lamé figure-hugging evening gown. The low-cut bodice barely contained her D-cup tits; Shit! Half her areolas were exposed! Her gown was slit in the front, almost to her crotch; her gorgeous legs, gartered nylons, and lusciously wide hips commanded instant attention.

Janelle, towering above me by a good ten inches, bent at the knees and gave me a hug like she'd known me all my life. "I love your necklace, Dan. And your watch is to die for! By the way, happy anniversary!" I felt more than a little self-conscious as I graciously accepted the 'compliment' and smiled. To Mary, "Your table's waiting, Luv! Follow me!"

Janelle led us through the throng of patrons. When she seated us at a reserved table next to a stage, we certainly got our share of envious stares! I felt like a celebrity. Mary took it all in stride. The bright lights from the overhead spots were shining down on us. I looked down at my lap. 'Oh shit!' I thought. 'I really can see my garters and my black nylons right through these lightweight slacks!' Not only that, my pull-over shirt did nothing to hide my red lace-trimmed camisole; if anything, it emphasized it! And my panties! Everyone could see my red bikinis! Delicate lace trim and all!

Mary immediately sensed my apprehension and sudden panic. "Don't worry your pretty little head, Lover. You're not alone in here!" Mary comforted me, reading my thoughts.

As we waited for our cocktails, I had my first opportunity to really look around the cavernous room. What I saw amazed me. There were couples alright! Men cuddling with men; women cuddling with women; and men...obviously men...wearing glamorous and outrageous evening gowns, cocktail dresses, even very sexy and revealing mini- skirts with low-cut tops! Some were more casually attired in 'Daisy Duke' short-shorts! I mean shorts with a capital 'S'! Their ass cheeks were exposed for the entire world to see! Those who weren't cuddling were camping and vamping; successfully calling attention to their outrageous behavior!

"Like what you see, Lover?" She smiled, with that familiar all- knowing 'Look'. "I told you you're not alone!"

"What sort of place is this? I've never seen anything like it! And it's so huge!" I had to yell over the cacophony of dozens of customers trying to be heard at the same time.

"It's only the most popular female impersonator floorshow in the country, Lover!" She leaned into me; her warm breath tantalizing my ear. "The drinks are phenomenal and the food's fantastic!"

She toasted to 'us', raising her freshly arrived cocktail. I could do no less...I toasted back, "To us!" Patrons from nearby tables were waiving and yelling greetings to Mary and she acknowledged all of them, waiving back, blowing kisses; all the while keeping her arm around my shoulder and pulling me close to her as if to say, "He's all mine folks...Don't even think about making a play!" Her kisses and sensuous licking of my ear was driving me wild! After she kissed my lips, she giggled and told me her lipstick looked better on me than on her. She gently covered my hand with hers as I reached for a cocktail napkin and playfully prevented me from wiping it off.

Her hand was sensuously caressing my thigh and crotch. My erection was more than obvious. I was embarrassed, yet highly aroused, as she continually snapped my garters, teasing me to an even higher state of arousal. My hand found its way to her exposed silky thigh. As usual, the hem of her short pleated dress had ridden high on her voluptuous thighs. I playfully snapped her garters in return and snaked my hand to her panties. They were still soaking wet. I had made them wet during the drive to the club! She was thrilled when I observed she was wearing the very same royal-blue silk dress she had worn the first night we met.

"How on Earth did you ever find this place?" I asked, still taking in all the erotic activity going on around us.

"The truth is, Lover," she said with a sheepish grin, "I own this club. At least I own half of it. Janelle owns the other half. I sort of fibbed a little when I told you I work for a movie studio. I used to work there. Really, I did. But I gave that up when Janelle and I started this little venture. I hope you'll come to love it here as much as we do."

Everything started to fall into place. 'No wonder she was so eager to get me into her panties!' I thought.

Rather than ordering a heavy meal we snacked on a series of delightful, and mouth-watering, appetizers; shrimp scampi, crabcakes, baby back ribs, and a lovely salad made with an assortment of delicate greens and drizzled with a light raspberry vinaigrette dressing. My tumbler of vodka gimlet and Mary's crystal goblet of Pinot Noir never seemed to be empty.

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Following a drum roll, the lights dimmed as the first floorshow of the evening began. It was a truly amazing show. The 'girls' impersonated just about every famous female singer and actress imaginable; Dolly Parton, Cher, Mae West, Bette Davis, Marilyn Monroe, even Dinah Shore! Just to name a few! And this was only the first show! Sure, they were lip-syncing, but they each had all the right moves, and had them down perfectly! It was like watching the real deal! Each performer made a point to sashay over to our table, hug Mary warmly, and tease me mercilessly. The spotlight was on us continuously. Mary was constantly snapping my garters or fiddling with the lace shoulder straps of my camisole, causing me no end of embarrassment! I loved it!

"Let's dance!" Mary squealed as soon as the first show ended. Thumping, pounding music, provided by the house D.J., got the crowd going. We joined the masses on the postage-sized dance floor. Mary's hands were all over me; caressing my chest, pinching my nipples, squeezing my ass, and groping my rock-hard rod! Everybody was doing the same to their respective partners! I began reciprocating; groping her ass, her thighs, her crotch, her gorgeous tits.

I became even more aroused each time the spotlight caught her from behind. Her silk dress was so sheer! And she wasn't wearing a slip! It was like she wasn't wearing a dress at all! I was drooling at the thought that we were wearing matching undies! She grabbed both my hands and began moving them along her hips and thighs. Her dress rode higher and higher. In true 'Burlesque' tradition, she slowly raised the hem of her dress, exposing first the welts of her nylons, then her garters, and finally her lovely new fuchsia panties! Patrons began applauding, catcalling, and whistling. It was turning into a bawdy display and we were the center of attention!

As she held the hem of her dress at her waist, I began caressing her panty-covered ass. She ground her crotch into mine. The wondrous scent of her pussy wafted to my nostrils. I wondered if she could smell the pre-cum which was starting to drool from the tip of my cock. She let the hem of her dress fall and grabbed me around the waist. Before I could react, or resist, she had yanked the hem of my polo shirt and raised it high on my chest. My pretty red satin camisole was fully exposed and the crowd went wild! Her hands roamed over my chest and back, causing hundreds of tiny shocks to tingle and electrify my skin. When she pinched my nipples, I just about creamed on the spot!

As we returned to our table several revelers patted me on the back, obviously thrilled to see Mary having such a hot time. I felt at least three pinches on my ass! It felt good! "I need to pee, Mary. Where's the men's room?"

"Across the showroom, Lover. There's a men's room, a ladies room, and a third bathroom especially for girly-boys and the ladies who love them. I use that one. It's a riot in there. Wanna give a looksee?" She grabbed my hand and reminded me to take my purse. "Swish a little for me, Lover. I love watching your ass wiggle. Besides", she giggled, "we wouldn't want anyone thinking you're a man 'crashing' the wrong restroom!"

Sooo, 'swish' I did...right into 'no-man's land'! It was a riot in there! Every 'girl' was fighting for a space in front of the mirrors or standing in line waiting for a stall to free up. There were more squeals of delight and generous hugs for Mary...and even me...when we entered. It was like being at a Disneyland for adults! Several 'girls' stepped aside to allow Mary and me access to a couple of stalls. Mary beamed when I flatly refused to cut into line ahead of 'girls' who had been waiting longer.

It was obvious that one 'girl' was standing at the toilet to pee. We could see her feet pointing the wrong way! When she came out of the stall she had her dress hiked to her waist and was struggling to pull her way-to-tight panty girdle into place, Mary affectionately chided, "Monica, that's not very lady-like!" Everyone giggled, including me.

When I finished doing my business, I joined Mary at the vanity counter as she touched up her war paint. I stood behind her, marveling at how adept she was at the art. "Sit next to me, Lover! I'll only be another minute." I sat on the very feminine, low- backed, wrought iron stool. It had a soft floral cushion, edged with delicate ruffles. When she finished, she swiveled my stool so I was facing her. "Let me try some on you, Lover?" She saw the astonished look in my eyes. In return, she gave me her famous 'Look' and said, "Please, please...let me do this?"

I melted...once again! As a sign of acquiescence, I offered her my pursed lips. She simply smiled, stuck her tongue between my lips, and whispered, "You know what? I'm falling in love with you!" She grabbed my purse and dumped an array of cosmetics onto the vanity counter. I had no idea all that stuff was in there! Of course, I hadn't bothered to look!

"I had a feeling all this would come in handy tonight, Lover." she explained with that devilish grin on her face. She spent the next ten minutes fussing and preening over my face. As she led me by the hand from the rest room she asked, much to my total dismay, "Are you ready to make your debut, Danielle?" The 'Danielle' reference didn't escape my notice. In truth...I was feeling more like 'Danielle' than 'Dan' at the moment; in fact, more like 'Danielle' every moment since I had fallen under this lovely witch's spell!

When we arrived back at our table, it was obvious to everyone who could see me that my lashes had been thickened and lengthened with three coats of velvety-black mascara, my eyelids had been colored in a blend of rust, yellow, and beige eye-shadow, and my eyes had been lined with black liquid eyeliner. My cheekbones were tinted with a soft rose blush, and my lips had been anointed with three coats of fire engine red lipstick topped by a glistening coat of clear lip-gloss. She had wanted to paint my short nails in red, to match my lipstick and lingerie, but said we'd miss most of the next show by the time they dried. "Besides, we really should get you acrylic extensions if we're gonna do them properly. Anyway, you look absolutely adorable just the way you are!"

We stayed for the last two floorshows. I 'camped' and 'vamped' like all the rest of the 'girls'...much to Mary's astonishment and utter delight! There was just something about being all 'girlyed-up" that forced me to 'camp'. Janelle and some of the performers sat with us for a nightcap at closing as the multitudes exited the club. The cast, waitresses, and waiters were one big happy family. They made me feel like I was part of their family.

On the drive home, at Mary's insistence and much to her delight, I had my face firmly buried in her pussy. How she managed to avoid crashing her Jag was a miracle I still don’t understand it! When I finally came up for air, two things surprised the shit out of me. First, she had brought me to her luxurious home in the hills overlooking the city. And second, despite my insatiable muff- diving, my lipstick was still intact! Mary graciously explained that my lipstick was indelible, as was the rest of my make-up, and would probably last several days before wearing off. As for the reason she brought me to her home, she went on, "There's just one more surprise before we go to bed!"

'Will this dream ever end?' I mused. 'I certainly hope not!'

We entered Mary's cavernous living room arm in arm. She couldn't stop gushing about how well I had got along with everyone; how marvelous my dancing had been; how naturally feminine I had been! She even suggested that I had a natural talent and could probably give most of the cast in the show a run for their money. "I swear, Danielle, you really are missing your calling. I think you're wasting your time in the corporate world."

She demurely excused herself to "slip into something more comfortable" and asked me to fix Champagne cocktails. Once again, the "Danielle" reference didn’t escape my notice. Dressed as I was, and in full war paint, I kind of liked my 'new' name; at that moment it suited me to a 'T'!

I was sitting on Mary's twenty-foot sectional sofa, sipping contentedly on my Champagne cocktail. I had my legs crossed at the knee and my shoeless foot was swinging lazily. I was admiring the sight of my toes, visible through the silky opaqueness of my nylons! Mary descended the eight-foot wide curved staircase, a vision of loveliness the likes of which I had never seen.

The nightgown she wore was the most glamorous shade of pink; floor- length and probably designed from fifty yards of cotton candy chiffon and satin. The matching peignoir was secured at the neckline by a single pearl button. The long, transparent chiffon sleeves ended at her wrists with three-inch wide satin cuffs fastened by six pearl buttons. Antique-white French lace adorned the ruffled satin collar, the hem, and the cuffs. The gown, itself, was full-skirted satin with three layers of chiffon overlay. The lace-trimmed satin spaghetti straps held the fitted bodice firmly. The empire waist permitted the four layers of wispy confection to float and swirl freely with every step she took. Antique-white three-inch mules trimmed in marabou completed the spectacular vision.

It was the most gorgeous garment I had ever seen. This was not a gown made for sleeping. It's sole purpose was for the not-so-gentle art of seduction! Considering all the events of the evening, I was instantly filled with mixed emotions; absolute adoration of the vision standing before me and an equally absolute envy that it was her and not me enveloped in that gorgeous confection! God, I wanted that gown; at that moment, I think I wanted that gown more than I wanted Mary!

"Like what you see, Danielle?" She asked, as she took the Champagne flute I offered. As she sat, she flared her gown with a dramatic gesture that caused the delicacy to completely envelope my lower body. Irresistibly, I began caressing the flimsy material; the several layers of chiffon totally overriding my senses.

I embraced Mary; hugging her tightly against my body. Her perfume and the exquisite silkiness of her gown caused me to swoon! I purred into her ear, "Oh Mary, sweet Mary, it's so gorgeous! I've never seen anything so lovely." I felt like a schoolgirl after her first kiss. I quickly amended my last exclamation, "Except, of course, for you wearing this magnificent creation! I think I'm actually jealous!" I wanted to crawl underneath the frothy layers and bury myself in this silken prison. "Do I like it? I love it! I adore it!"

As I gently, but insistently, suckled her breasts through the satin, she murmured, "I knew the minute I saw it in the boutique that you'd love it!" She cooed, her hot breath titillating my ear. "Don't you wish you were wearing it, Danielle?" She fluffed the gown across my thighs. Even though I was still wearing my dress slacks, I could feel its silkiness to my core!

"Oh god, Mary, don't tease me like that! Of course, I wish I was wearing it! I'd have to be comatose not to want to wear it!" I was fluffing it and spreading it across as much of my body as I could. I grabbed a handful of fluff and brought it to my nostrils. Even though it was brand new, it already exuded the scent of her gardenia sachets. It was intoxicating!

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to me feet. "Follow me, Danielle!" She commanded, as she led me to the staircase. "By the way, do you mind me calling you 'Danielle'? It just seems appropriate at this point, don't you agree?" In her own inimitable style, she made it clear that her question was rhetorical.

"Do I agree? I couldn't agree more!" I gushed, as we entered her boudoir. "Since early this evening, when we put on our matching undies, I've been thinking of myself as 'Danielle'! Not necessarily in name but certainly in spirit! Shit, if this keeps up, I might even have to consider a legal name change!" I joked.

"Be careful what you wish for, Dani!" She warned, with that 'Look' on her face. "In any event, you're kinda stuck in drag for the next few days, what with the indelible make-up I used on you." She giggled like a mischievous child with a new play toy.

"Oh Christ, I forgot about my make-up!" I squealed. "What am I gonna tell them at work on Monday? Hey! I thought you were gonna call me Danielle? What's with 'Danny'?...Oh! I get it...Dani...with an 'I'! Cute!"

"I think so! And, as far as your work is concerned, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." There was that 'Look'...again! "Now be a good girl and close your eyes!"

I could hear the sound of the closet doors sliding open and the sound of hangers sliding back and forth. I stood still with my eyes tightly shut. I inhaled deeply as I sensed her approaching me. The gardenia scent was over-powering. "Open wide, Dani...with an 'I'!" She cooed. "Surprise!"

She was standing in front of me, holding a padded satin hanger hooked over her index finger. She held it towards me. "It's for you, Lover...for both of us!"

There floating weightlessly before me was an exact duplicate of the luscious pink nightgown and peignoir that Mary wore. I clasped my hands in front of my face in a decidedly girlish manner and squealed, "Oh Mary! I don't believe it! I don't believe you! I love it! I love you!" I took the hanger from her hand and enveloped myself in the frothy silks, twirling in a circle, causing the airy material to swirl in a high arc before it floated down weightlessly to caress the full length of my body.

I was literally shaking uncontrollably with excitement. "Well, silly girl? Are you gonna just stand there like a goof or are you gonna put it on? I wanna see my 'twin sister'!"

"Mmmm, I can't wait!" I quickly stripped off my shirt, camisole, and slacks.

"Leave your nylons on, Danielle. Your legs will feel so much smoother. And they'll cover up all that hair. But change into these pink panties...your red ones clash!"

I gathered the yards of satin and chiffon and lowered the mass over my head. It cascaded over my body, giving me goose-bumps! I twirled to show off for Mary as she held the peignoir for me. It took a bit to do up all twelve buttons on the satin cuffs. It was a perfect fit! I was delirious! From behind her back, she whipped out a pair of three-inch marabou-trimmed mules. I stepped into them, gingerly, holding Mary's shoulder to keep my balance. Again,...a perfect fit!

Of course, there was the blatantly obvious difference. Mary's magnificent D-cups pushed the bodice of her gown to its limits and then some. My bodice, on the other hand, was as flat as a pancake. Sniff! Mary read my mind. "Don't worry, Danielle, we'll fix that little problem tomorrow."

I held my hands to my non-existent breasts. "It's downright embarrassing!" I whined.

We returned to her living room to open a fresh bottle of Champagne. Wearing three-inch heels for the first time, I had to hold her arm to steady myself. As she poured the bubbly, she suggested I walk around the living room for several minutes to get the feel of walking in heels...backless heels, no less! In only a few minutes, Mary was complimenting my efforts. She handed me a flute of Champagne and instructed me walk some more. I didn't spill a drop!

"You really are a natural, Dani. You walk in those low heels as if you've been wearing them all your life! I'm definitely impressed! I should have put you in heels when we went clubbing tonight!"

My knees were wobbling; not from walking in the heels, but from the feel of my nightgown delicately seducing my entire being. Mary giggled when I finally sat down. The numerous layers of slippery satin and chiffon caused my ass to slide to the edge of the couch. I almost landed on the floor! I barely managed to keep my Champagne flute from flying out of my hand!

As we snuggled and sipped Champagne, I could feel the heat from Mary's body. All I could think of was re-paying her for the marvelous gifts she had given me; not only the luscious lingerie, but also our night out at the "Kings and Queens"... and now this exquisite nightgown! My only desire was to treat her as my 'Queen'! I felt honored that she was proud enough to introduce me to her friends and employees.

I slowly and seductively slid to the floor. I was on my knees as I gently pried apart her thighs. I tenderly massaged her legs and hips with the silky material of her nightie and peignoir. She began moaning softly at first. Her moaning became much more vocal as I lifted her skirts over my head and buried my face in her naked, and very wet, pussy. Her love juices were nectar of the gods. I slowly lapped at her outer lips for several minutes before prying them apart with my thumbs and exposing her swollen clitty.

She swung her legs up and onto the couch, reclining on her back. I followed her lead and climbed back up, kneeling between her thighs and lowering my mouth to her slushy cunt. I was sucking on her clitty as if it were an engorged cock! She was urging me on; demanding more of my tongue; her spasms coming quicker and quicker! As she came for the third time, I tasted a salty and somewhat bitter flavor.

'Ohmigawd!' I thought. 'She's just lost control of her bladder! I'm lapping her pee!' No matter, I kept lapping, hoping against hope that I could keep her juices off her new nightie. When she finally calmed down, I grasped her thighs from underneath, raised her legs high, and back over her head. My tongue traced a path from the depths of her drenched pussy to the now very exposed rosebud opening of her back-door. I kissed and nibbled along that tender pathway before jamming my rigid tongue deep into that heretofore un-penetrated nether hole.

As I furiously rimmed her, she squealed, "Danielle, no one's ever done this to me! It feels incredible! Don't stop...don't ever stop!" My tongue was deep inside her back-door; lashing in and out like a piston. I withdrew and returned to her gaping pussy; plunged in and out a half-dozen times then returned to worry her back-door with unbridled lust; Back and forth, back and forth...pussy to back-door pussy...back and forth. Her juices were flowing uncontrollably, soaking my face and running into my nose as I buried it deep in both her love holes! I found the combination of her love juice and pee delightfully intoxicating. In what little conscious mind I had left it occurred to me that this would definitely not be the last time I'd taste this delicacy.

Her moaning had ceased. She was lying motionless. 'Oh shit! She actually passed out!' I simply lay quietly between her thighs, her legs draped across my back. When she finally regained a semblance of lucidity, she began stroking the back of my head, running her fingers through the ponytail still perched high on the back of my skull. Her moans and sighs were the sounds of absolute and total contentment.

"C'mere, Lover!" She was grasping under my arms, pulling me up towards her face. She kissed me with a passion I'd never experienced...not even with her! She rolled me onto my back and slithered down to my crotch. Our matching gowns and peignoirs were scrunched up to our waists. Her hot mouth found my throbbing cock drooling into my pink panties. With her lips wrapped tightly around my love spear, she divested me of my panties and began worshiping me in earnest. My cock was plunging deep in her throat and just about to blast off. She slipped her mouth off my cock and licked her way down my shaft, pausing briefly to roll each of my nuts in her mouth. She mimicked my earlier tongue dance as she worked her velvety 'mouth-cock' into that place where no man, or woman, had ever gone before!

Now I understood what had got her so incredibly worked up. Her tongue was ramming in and out of me like the piston of a Ferrari at full throttle! It drove me wild! I wanted her in me even deeper and screamed exactly that! I could feel her furiously probing me in an unrelenting effort to satisfy my demands! I knew I couldn't last much longer! She read my mind and withdrew. She slurped her way back to the tip of my boy-toy and engulfed it in one effortless swoop! That was all it took! I started unloading a torrent of creamy goo into her mouth; I thought it would never stop. She was gurgling and giggling with divine lust!

"Mmmmmm!" Was all she could utter, as she 'walked' on all fours up the length of my body. Without warning, she clamped her mouth onto mine, forcing my lips apart with her tongue. A flood of cum...my own cum...invaded my mouth! She swirled the glob around the inside my mouth! We spent at least a full minute sharing my humongous load before nature finally took its toll and we were forced to swallow.

"Mmmm, another 'cream pie'!" I contentedly moaned. "Yummy!"

"Lover, that's no cream pie!" She corrected me. "That was a "Snowball"! You likey?"

"Oh my, yes! Indeed I do!" I exclaimed. As an afterthought, I asked, "How do you manage to swallow my cock so deep in your throat? It really is quite amazing!"

"Practice, practice, practice!" she proudly declared. "Why?...Would you like me to teach you how it's done? It's not all that difficult. In fact, it's really the most incredible turn on!"

It was four am before we finally slipped into bed. We didn't even bother to shower. Mary's satin sheets felt just as delicious as my very rumpled nightgown. It had certainly been an interesting day. As I drifted off into slumber land, I dreamt of 'snowballs' and 'cream pies'. I could only wonder what adventures tomorrow would bring!

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Amazingly, we woke before noon on Saturday. Mary came into the bathroom as I was brushing my teeth. She sat to pee and looked at me watching her out of the corner of my eye. As the last of her morning pee-pee splashed into the bowl, she said, with the most innocent look on her face, "Danielle, you seemed to like it last night. Wanna see how it tastes in the light of day?" She glanced down suggestively as she invitingly spread her legs.

I didn't need a second invitation. I dropped to my knees in front of her and dove in. Her pee-drenched pussy smelled as sweet as it did hours earlier. I began lapping at her pee hole. It helped when she spread her thighs even further apart. The symphony of my slurping and her moaning sounded sweeter than the National Anthem. I meticulously sucked and lapped her inner lips and even used my lips to squeegee her pubes of any remaining residue. She giggled, when I came up for air, as she daintily plucked several of her golden brown pubic hairs which had lodged between my teeth.

"Maybe I should shave you?" I playfully suggested, as I felt the tickle of yet another pube on my tongue.

"Oooh, I'd like that! And I'll shave you down there, as well!" She retorted.

"You're on!" I declared.

We climbed into her massive combination Jacuzzi/shower/steam bath. The steamy jets felt exhilarating as we scrubbed and soaped off the remnants of last night's sexual gymnastics. She grabbed a mug of shaving soap and worked it into a lather with a large Badger bristle brush. She began mopping my groin with a thick lather until my thatch of pubic hair was completely covered. Oh, yes! I was rock-hard by this time! She deftly denuded my groin of hair in seconds...with a straight razor, no less! She even negotiated the very tender area between my ass cheeks, leaving me hairless and as smooth as a billiard ball. The incongruity of my totally bald groin in contrast to my hairy legs was almost laughable.

"Go ahead!" I sighed. "You might as well shave my legs, too!"

"Oh no, Dani-girl, that's an experience we'll save for later!" She replied. I knew better than to ask. Not having any expertise whatsoever with a straight razor, I opted to use one of her disposable ones to transform her furry snatch back to its preadolescent state. I used my tongue to test that the entire area surrounding her pussy was as silky smooth as my own! I had done as well with the disposable as she had done with her straight razor.

My own clothes lay crumpled in a pile on the floor. I suggested we throw my slacks and polo shirt into her dryer to freshen them but Mary's plan worked out better. Naturally! She preferred that I wear the pleated lime-green skin-tight slacks and pale yellow silk blouse she dug out of her massive closet. She supplied a lovely chocolate-brown, lace-trimmed camisole and pair of chocolate-brown satin bikinis..."Nice panty line, Dani-Girl!", she mused as she stroked my butt. "What! No garter belt or nylons?" I asked facetiously. I had actually become quite enchanted with the way nylons made my legs tingle.

"They'll just get in the way where we're going, Lover!" There was that 'Look' ...again! I didn't ask! She found a pair of penny loafers with an inch and a half heel, which fit me to a 'T'. Mary looked delicious in her red mid-thigh length shorts, cream silk shell top, and strappy flats. The lace trim of her virgin white silk bra peeked through the thin silk of her top. It was one of the bras I had bought her. It was sheer enough that her nipples were visible. Naturally, she was wearing the matching panties.

Mary pulled my hair back into a high ponytail and secured it with a lime-green scrunchie. As advertised, my make-up was still intact, even after all the sex and our morning shower. A light touch-up "to smooth things out" and she dragged me to her car. "I don’t suppose I get a hint where we're going, do I?" "Of course you do, Lover. Breakfast...I'm starving!" She grinned. She handed me a cream- colored Luis Vuitton shoulder bag, into which she had thoughtfully crammed whatever it was she thought I would need.

After a light brunch, she playfully informed me, "C'mon Danielle, we better get going or we'll be late."

"Huh, late for what?"

"Shush! You ask too many questions!" She led me by the hand to her Jag. I wondered why she needed her overnight bag but didn't dare ask! Truth be told...I was thoroughly enchanted with the manner in which she had, so easily, begun controlling virtually every aspect of our relationship.

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Twenty minutes later she was checking us in with the receptionist; the necessary prelude to my very first salon/spa appointment! "First things first." Mary said, as she turned me over to the care of my 'personal attendant'. Amanda led me to a private room and told me to strip to my panties. For some strange reason, I felt a momentary embarrassment that my 'package' was on display. However, that feeling rapidly dissipated when Amanda simply patted my silk- clad cock and balls and said, "Pretty!" As I lay on the treatment table, I felt the curious warmth of the wax she was applying to a small section of my right leg before she pressed the waxing fabric into place.

"Yeeooow!" I screeched.

"First waxing?" Amanda questioned. She giggled.

For the next hour, I endured the sadistic torture as she methodically and meticulously stripped away the sparse light brown hair from my legs, underarms, chest, ass, and arms. She waxed and tweezed my eyebrows into delicate and feminine arches, leaving no doubt that I was indeed being transformed from the macho adult male I used to be into the very girly-girl she-male Mary wanted me to be! I thoroughly enjoyed the soothing lotions Amanda massaged into every pore of my skin. A facial, mudpack and all, actually put me to sleep for a while.

A pedicure and simultaneous manicure followed; not an ordinary manicure...a manicure which included a full-set of acrylic extensions which extended three- quarters of an inch beyond the tips of my fingers! Even though the pale rose color was understated, there was no way I was going to be able to fool anyone into thinking they were the nails of a manly-man! 'Should be an interesting day at work on Monday!' I thought, ruefully. Shit! I damn-near poked my eye out the first time I tried to scratch an itch on my temple! 'These are gonna take some getting used to!'

Two hundred human-hair extensions were added to my already thick chocolate-brown tresses before my hair was washed, conditioned, colored an even richer chocolate-brown, highlighted with auburn streaks, set, dried, and finally combed out. The mirror in front of me reflected a mass of soft curls, which now fell gracefully to the small of my back!

"We can also tattoo eyeliner, lip color, and airbrush permanent eye shadow and blush, if you like, Danielle." Amanda suggested with a conspiratorial tone in her voice. I knew if Mary had wanted that, Amanda wouldn't be asking!

"Er...Amanda...let's hold that thought for the moment." I was just a tad bit overwhelmed by all that had transpired. Don't get me wrong. I liked what Mary was doing to me...I liked what I was allowing Mary to do to me...I liked it a lot! I loved Mary and wanted to do anything to make her happy. Anything that made me happy, made her happy! So far, it was a very satisfying 'mutual admiration society'.

I was still in my floral kimono-style smock when I joined up with Mary for a well-deserved tea break in the lounge area of the spa. I was pleasantly surprised to see that her partner, Janelle, was there. Both of them were grinning from ear to ear as I sat at the table. I crossed my legs at the knees and hugged my kimono tight to my torso in a futile attempt at modesty.

"What are you two Cheshire kittens grinning at?" I innocently asked.

Mary leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth. Janelle was hugging me and kissing my cheek. "You look so adorable...so sophisticated..." Mary squealed. "Sooo edible!" exclaimed Janelle. "Mmmm, your legs feel sooo silky smooth, Lover! Don't they, Janelle? I adore what they did with her hair!" They were both running their hands up and down my legs, from my ankles to my panty-clad cock. It was driving me wild!

"How does it all feel?" Janelle asked.

"I love it...honestly, I love it all!" I was sneaking peeks at my image from every angle in the mirrored walls surrounding the lounge, mesmerized by the 'girl' staring back at me. "This has been an amazing surprise and a delightful treat! I really like my hair this long and my skin is absolutely tingling all over! Thank you so, so much! When did you have time to arrange all this...and why? I mean...I'm not complaining...but sheesh, I'm gonna have some serious 'splainin' to do on Monday!"

"That's another thing we wanted to talk to you about, Lover." Mary began. "Janelle and I have been talking about you since you and I met a month ago. We'd like to make you an offer...an offer we hope you'll find impossible to refuse."

"An offer...what sort of offer?"

"I told you last night I thought you were wasting your talents in the corporate world, right?"

"Yeah, I remember. But it's what I do...and, I make a damn good living at it, in case you haven't noticed!" I said, with a noticeably defensive tone in my voice.

Janelle jumped in, "Our little nightclub does a great business. We're jam-packed seven nights a week. We bring in thousands of dollars every day; most of it pure profit. We have very little overhead because we own the property outright. No mortgage. Minimum wages; the employees work primarily for tips. The few dollars we spend on costumes and stage sets is chump-change."

Mary interrupted, "We need someone with your talents. Someone who can invest our money and put it to work earning the maximum dividends it should be earning. You're the man...er...girl, who can do that for us." I caught her stutter right away. Looking at my reflection in the mirrors, I realized her reference to me in the 'feminine' person was far more accurate!

"You did all this to me just so I'd agree to be your investment banker?" I asked...with an incredulous look on my face.

"No! No! Danielle, hear me out!" Mary begged. "It's not like that at all!" Her voice had a panicked edge to it. "Sure, we could have simply retained your firm to handle our investments. But...that first morning when you so eagerly wore my panties to work...well...that just started the wheels turning. You certainly know by now that I have a serious thing for 'girly-boys'; 'chicks- with-dicks'; 'drag queens'; 'femmy-guys'; whatever! Call 'em what you want...The bottom line is that I simply adore my men in skirts and silky lingerie!

"I fell in love with you the first night we met. I have no doubt you felt the same. When you put on the new lingerie I bought and didn't bat an eyelash when I took you to the club looking so femmy, I just knew I had found the 'girly-boy' of my dreams. From there it was just a matter of seeing how far I could push the envelope and merge your obvious feminine side with your financial skills. There was no deception, no deviousness, no forcing you to do anything you didn't truly want. All I did was provide the opportunity. So far I haven't heard you object! I mean...just take a look at yourself!"

Janelle added, "Danielle, with your skills and the equal percentage we're prepared to offer, you'll probably be making double or triple what you're raking in now! Besides", she said with a knowing grin, "you'll get to hang with all the other 'girls' who work for us...not to mention all the queens who come into the club every night! Shit, after last night, you're already a star! Everyone loved you...and...they think you and Mary are the perfect couple!"

They were both furiously stroking my rock-hard rammer! I knew they were seducing me! And...I already knew I was going to accept their offer...no matter what. But I hesitated, feigning deep thought, if only to keep them from removing their hands from the increasing dampness in my panties. I could play this game too! My hand slithered underneath Mary's kimono and glommed onto her saturated crotch. Janelle gently guided my other hand along her silky, caramel-toned leg. I didn't need any further coaxing. I slithered my hand up until I reached the zenith at the top of her thighs.

Mary and Janelle both broke into peals of laughter as they saw the astonished look on my face! The wide grin on my face said it all. I simply said, "How do you do, Partners? Count me in!" By way of sealing the deal, I firmly squeezed Mary's pussy lips...and...Janelle's...rock-hard cock! My god, she had a dong that was at least ten-inches! Now, I really was beginning to put two and two together...and it added up to three!

"Mary!" I whispered, not wanting any of the other patrons to overhear, "You're full of surprises! Every time I think there just can't be anymore, you pull something like this! What more can you possibly have up your sleeve?"

"If it's a surprise, Danielle, it must be a pleasant surprise! You still have a death grip on Janelle's 'Little Janey'! I think...someone likey!"

What she said was true! Other than my own cock, I had never touched any other. It wasn't unpleasant at all. In fact, it felt strangely satisfying to know that my hand was causing 'Little Janey' to pulse and throb...and drool. I could feel the dampness seeping into the silky nylon of Janelle's panties...just like my own 'Little Danny' was drooling. Janelle was simply staring at me; a glazed look in her eyes.

They both continued to play with my bone as I continued to play between their juicy thighs. "You were so right, Mary." Janelle moaned. "Danielle is gonna make the perfect addition to our partnership!" She was grinning from ear to ear.

Upon hearing Janelle's prediction, I spasmed one last time before erupting into my panties with an audible groan. Janelle followed suit. I withdrew my drenched hand from beneath her kimono and salaciously licked her goo from my fingers. Mary and Janelle were each licking my gooey load off their fingers.

"Well, girls, that was certainly a productive time-out! Don't you think?" Mary began. "But there's still more work to be done before we can get out of here."

"More work?" I groaned. "What more can they possibly do? Christ, I've already had every square inch of my body poked, prodded, scraped, and tweezed!"

"Not quite every inch, Lover!"

As if on cue, Amanda approached and, once again, led me into a private room. This time Mary and Janelle followed. "Let's see", Amanda giggled to Mary, "You did want D-cups, right?"

Mary nodded. Amanda reached into a closet and withdrew a gaily- wrapped package, which she handed to me. I untied the satin ribbon and pried off the pretty paper. Inside were two perfect, flesh- colored silicon titties, complete with inch-long nipples and areolas the size of silver dollars!

"Up you go, Danielle. Lie back on the table and let me settle these puppies into place." I was momentarily dumbfounded but then realized there was no other alternative. After all, I couldn't go around flat chested what with everything else that I had allowed them to do. Amanda helped me out of my kimono and noticed the obvious mess saturating the front of my panties. "Oooh! Messy...but messy in a nice way!" She cooed.

Amanda began sizing up my chest; trying out a few different positions for my new play-toys. "Don't they just stuff inside the bra cups?" I naively asked. She giggled. Mary and Janelle giggled.

"Silly girl", She admonished me, "you do have a lot to learn, don't you?"

Mary said, matter-of-factly, "Actually, Lover, these are a bit more permanent. You'll see in a minute!"

"Not as permanent as mine, though." Janelle added. As she hefted her implanted silicon globes and grinned.

By now, Amanda had decided on the perfect locations for each of my titties and had marked tiny corresponding reference dots on both my chest and the edges of the forms. She applied a sticky substance to my chest and to the undersides of the forms. As the substance began to set up, she explained it was a medical adhesive that would hold my titties securely for up to a week at a time. She showed me the bottle of solvent needed to release the adhesive so I'd be able to remove them periodically to allow my skin to 'breathe' overnight before re-applying them.

"With enough practice you'll be able to do this yourself, Dani- Girl." Mary predicted. "Of course, it's really much more convenient to have implants...like Janelle!"

"And...sooo much more sensitive!" Janelle moaned, as she squeezed and worried her nipples.

Amanda carefully set each breast form on my chest, meticulously aligning the 'dots'. Each breast form had one-inch, feathered, micro-fine edges which, when joined to my chest by the adhesive, made the 'joint' undetectable. As she held them in place for the required three minutes, she balanced herself by levering her crotch against the edge of the treatment table...precisely where my hand gripped the table's edge.

"Jesus Christ! Is anybody here a real girl besides you, Mary?" I groaned.

There was no mistaking the boner inside Amanda's silky panties! A boner which was growing harder by the millisecond!

"First of all, Danielle, we're all real girls! Mary just happens to be the only 'GG' amongst us!" Janelle patiently explained.

"A 'GG'? What's a 'GG'?"

"Dani, Dani, Dani...a 'GG' is a Genetic Girl...its how we, in the "TG, TV, TS Community", distinguish between 'girls' like Amanda and me...and now you...from girls like Mary. It's not all that complicated, really."

"TG...TV...TS...GG...? What am I...eating alphabet soup? I do have a lot a lot to learn, don't I?" I naively asked.

The fact that Amanda was slowly grinding her panty-clad cock against my hand hadn't escaped my notice. I playfully latched onto it; massaging her silky panties against the tender flesh of her seven-inch drooling tool. She began moaning! "Mmmm! Oooh! Aaah!" And then erupted, flooding her satin cocoon and drenching my hand!

"Tsk, tsk..." Mary chided. "Such a naughty display!" She was lightly running her hands along my inner thighs and my own still- drenched dainties. "Are you gonna be naughty for me, again, Dani- Girl?"

Any audible answer would have been moot, as I unloaded once again!

"Okay Danielle, try standing...see how they feel." Amanda directed, once I was able to catch my breath!

I swung my legs over the side of the table and stood barefoot on the floor. I couldn't even see my feet! It's a good thing Amanda and Mary were on either side of me. I damn-near toppled over from the unaccustomed weight of those humongous tits! "Stand up straighter, Dani-Girl, keep your shoulders back, find your center of balance..." Mary coached.

Amanda began to apply a foundation blend which further camouflaged the seams where the forms met the skin on my chest. To say they were a perfect match to my own skin-tone would be an understatement. By the time Amanda had worked her magic they were virtually undetectable! She used a matching powder, explaining, "This will set the foundation so it won't smudge your bra."

"My bra?" My new boobs were bobbing and swaying as I tried to find my center of balance. My bra was gonna be a welcome comfort!

Janelle reached into Mary's overnight bag and dangled the most enticing confection of sheer nylon and lace for my approval. The bra was mauve with antique-white lace trim. I sighed in resignation and held out my arms as Janelle and Mary helped me into it. "This style's for the 'Varsity Team', Dani-Girl...big girls like us...with your new puppies, you're gonna need the support!" Mary giggled. Janelle was busy securing the three hooks and eyes in the rear while Mary adjusted the shoulder straps.

Amanda finished by brushing on a slightly darker blush to further highlight my now very noticeable cleavage. I swear to god, you couldn't see any sign they were fake...even with a magnifying glass!

I was admiring my new assets in the mirror, oblivious to anything else. I was mesmerized by the image which I now realized was the 'New Me'! "Anything else?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Just one more teeny-tiny accessory, Lover!" Mary responded, with her, now infamous 'Look'. I had finally figured out that anytime she shot me that 'Look' it meant one step further into femininity!

As Mary reached into her overnight bag, Amanda stripped off my thoroughly saturated panties and was swabbing my groin with a warm washcloth. She dusted a delightful gardenia-scented powder on my flaccid cock, my ball sack, and between the cheeks of my butt. I was tingling from her ministrations and, if it weren't for the fact that I'd shot my wad twice in the past hour, I would have had a raging boner! I was distracted by Mary as she held up the tiniest 'jock strap' I'd ever seen.

I gave her a questioning and apprehensive look. "Relax, Lover. It's a gaff. As much as I love this beautiful appendage of yours, there's gonna be times that demand proper decorum for 'girls' like you...and Janelle!"

"And me, too!" declared Amanda with a giggle.

"A gaff is worn to keep your family jewels neatly tucked out of sight so you can present a perfectly feminine image, no matter what you wear...just like me! With this little accessory you'll even be able to wear a skimpy bikini at the beach!" Mary was patting her panty-covered pussy. "Didn't you notice the 'girls' at the club last night?"

It was true. As much as I had tried, I hadn't been able to see any hint of tell-tale bulges under the tight gowns the 'girls' in the show wore...or any of the patrons, for that matter. Well ...there were one or two rather randy types who took particular pleasure in showing off the prominent tent-poles trying to poke holes in their dresses. Amanda and Janelle started donning their own gaffs while instructing me to pay close attention.

At first glance the gaff I held gingerly between my fingers seemed to be not much more than a mass of tangled, flesh-colored elastic straps. I watched closely as first Amanda, then Janelle, demonstrated. They showed me that the gaff consisted of a triangular front cover, similar to a G-string, which was attached to a silken braided sheath. On either side of the front cover there was an adjustable elastic strap, similar to a bra strap, which clasped together in the back, just above the butt crack. A third elastic strap was attached to the free end of the braided sheath.

Each of them, in turn, expertly slid their lovely boy-tools into the braided silken sheath, making slight adjustments to the elastic waistbands. They pulled the strap attached to the end of the sheath back between their legs, nestled it between their ass cheeks, and looped it under and over the waistband before securing it to itself with hook and eye fasteners. The genius of these devices became all too obvious. Not only were their cocks and balls rendered invisible but the front cover of the gaff was fashioned in the shape of perfectly formed, hairless, labia!

The cover was made from a flesh-colored silicon pad, complete with a glistening slit which, for the life of me, was undetectable from the real thing! When they turned their backs to me and bent over I could see the tips of their cocks extending just beyond the end of their sheaths. They explained this allowed them to sit and pee without having to remove the gaff. It also provided a delightful stimulation to the tip of their cock when the silky gusset of their panties caressed it.

With more than a little skepticism, I slid my flaccid dick into the silky sheath of my own gaff. I secured the two waistbands with the hook and eye fasteners where they came together just above the crack of my ass. Mary and Janelle adjusted the bra-like slides until the elastic waistband hugged my hips firmly. When I reached between my legs from behind and pulled on the sheath strap, I felt the diameter of the sheath tighten around the entire length of my dick.

It felt just like the Chinese Finger-Cuffs I used to play with as a kid. The grip of the sheath was unyielding and actually flattened my cock to about a third of its normal diameter. There was no way my cock could slip from its silken prison until the sheath was compressed from both ends simultaneously...compressing the sheath caused its diameter to expand and easily slip off. I felt for the waistband and slipped the end of the sheath strap underneath it and folded it over. Mary pressed on the front pussy cover causing my nuts to recede somewhere into my groin. Janelle was busy between my ass cheeks. She secured the two hooks at the end of the strap to a pair of the several pairs of eyes running the length of the strap.

The flesh coloring of the straps was so well matched to my own skin tone it made them invisible. The end result was so perfect I was confident I could lay naked on a beach with my legs spread wide and still be indistinguishable from...What did Mary call them ...'GG's'...Genetic Girls! I fingered my new slit in amazement. I took a few tentative steps and rubbed my thighs together. I sat down, crossed my legs, then stood and took a few more steps. How could something with a vice-like grip like this be comfortable? It felt more than comfortable...I actually felt a sense of security!

Mary stood next to me...all four of us stood before the mirror...four girls...four pussies...unbelievable! Mary slicked up her fingers with her own fresh pussy juice and smeared it over and inside my 'slit'. "If you're gonna look like a real girl, you might as well smell like one, too!" She purred in my ear. I was speechless!

Janelle and Amanda giggled like schoolgirls as they hugged and kissed me. Mary began rummaging through her overnight bag...again. She handed me a pair of silky bikini panties, in mauve, which matched my bra, a white satin garter belt, and a pair of smoky gray nylons. "Wait! Wait!" exclaimed Amanda. "There's just one more thing!"

"Aarrgghh, what now?" I groaned.

She was carrying a small plastic squeeze tube and a Q-Tip as she approached me. "Danielle, you're gonna love this...It'll really put a wiggle in your walk! Bend over, girl!"

Mary and Janelle were covering their mouths, trying to suppress their giggles. What could I do? With a sigh of resignation, I bent over. Amanda tugged my gaff strap aside and spread my ass cheeks wide with one hand. I watched in the mirror as she squeezed a clear jelly-like ointment onto the Q-Tip. She jammed the Q-Tip deep into my butt hole and smeared whatever it was all over the sensitive inner lining of my anus. "All done. You can stand up now, Danielle."

Ten seconds later I felt my asshole heat up...I mean, really heat up! And it tingled! "What the fuck is that stuff?" I was starting to clench my ass cheeks together, trying to desperately get some relief from the tingly heat! I started pacing back and forth across the small room. With each step I was forced to wiggle frantically to relieve the tingle! My three girlfriends were bursting at the seams laughing!

Mary finally stopped laughing long enough to explain that the goop was a mentholated jelly and that it was doing exactly what it was supposed to be doing! "I know it feels weird, at first. In a little while you'll start loving the sensations...and...it'll be a constant reminder to walk like the sexy girl you appear to be...once we get you dressed. I was trying to scratch my asshole. Janelle chimed in with the suggestion to not get any on my fingers. "If you get it in your eyes, it really stings!"

I secured my garter belt around my waist and pulled on my panties. I paused to marvel at the reflection of my 'pussy'. My panties were scrunched nicely between my 'pussy' lips! If I had any pubic hair, I could have counted each one separately! I sat in a chair and rolled my nylons up my freshly waxed legs. WOW! What an exquisite feeling! I smoothed imaginary wrinkles but was really relishing the silky-smoothness which encased my legs. Mary, Janelle, and Amanda were watching me intently. I squirmed in the chair, grinding my asshole into the cushion, trying to get relief from the tingles without using my fingers. They laughed with sisterly love at my futile efforts.

From her magic overnighter Mary extracted a hot-pink silky cami- style top. It was very low cut and perfectly complimented the stretchy black skirt she was holding. The cami fit me perfectly and was cut just low enough to allow the lace trim on my bra to peek out. The skirt hugged my hips, thighs, and ass so tight it looked like it had been spray painted on me. I had to tug at the hem to maintain a semblance of modesty and not show the welts of my nylons. A two-inch wide black patent leather belt accentuated my already small waist. Black strappy three-inch heels complimented my outfit and forced me to take tiny mincing steps while my ass was lifted up and out. With the high heels and menthol jelly in my ass I couldn't help but wiggle seductively. Mary and the girls were thrilled as I vamped around the room, flailing my hands and limp wrists in as feminine a manner as I could muster.

I was standing in front of Mary and Janelle with my hands on my hips and with my most seductive smile on my face. I didn't notice Amanda rutting through one of the numerous cupboards lining the walls of her "Chamber of Torture".

"Okay, you sexy thing...It's time to make you even sexier!" she proclaimed as she put her arm around my shoulder and led me to a chair.

"What else can you possibly do?" I groaned.

"Danielle, you have no idea! Just sit still for a few minutes."

I looked to Mary and Janelle for some sort of support. They just shrugged their shoulders and smiled as if to say "Don't look at us...sit down and shut up!"

During the next few minutes Amanda cleansed my ear lobes, made tiny black marks with a magic marker, and 'shot' studs into them. Rather than the one tiny blue sapphire in my left ear lobe, I now had a half-carat diamond stud and a diamond chip encrusted gold hoop in each lobe! I looked at my reflection, turning my head from side to side. I looked at Mary and Janelle, then to Amanda, then back to my reflection, then back to them again.

"Are these real?" I asked. I was watching the bright lights dancing off my new studs. They sparkled like nothing I had ever seen. It was an almost blinding light!

"As real as it gets, Partner!" Mary answered, as she hugged me tightly.

"I love them!" I squealed with delight.

"You better start carrying a can of pepper spray in case some tries to rip your ears off, Dani!" Janelle exclaimed, with the voice of experience.

Amanda tilted the back of my chair into its full reclining position. She cleansed my belly-button and before I could utter any sort of protest had expertly pierced my naval. The sight of three diamonds, strung together by thin gold chains, was sooo erotic I actually got the chills. Mary proudly explained the each of the one-carat D-flawless diamonds was set in twenty-four carat gold!

"These must be worth a fortune, Mary! I can't let you do this!" I whined.

"I can if I want to! In fact, I already have! Besides, Lover, you're worth it!" She hugged and kissed me; slipping her hot, wet tongue deep into my accepting mouth. She caressed my ass with a proprietary squeeze.

Mary started rummaging through her overnighter, once again! She was holding two rectangular velvet boxes. She opened one and withdrew a delicately fashioned ankle bracelet. It was obviously the same twenty-four carat gold as my ear studs and belly-button dangle. The sparkling inscription on the two-inch golden plate was inscribed, "Mary Loves Danielle" with tiny diamond chips! Mary knelt at my feet as she clasped it around my right ankle. She raised my foot to her mouth and kissed each of my toes, repeating, "I love you, Danielle!" after each tender kiss.

Tears were streaming down my face. When she looked into my eyes I could see tears of joy streaming across her cheeks, as well. Janelle and Amanda were both dabbing tears from their eyes.

Mary finally rose to her feet and handed me the second velvet jewelry box. "Now you do me, Lover."

I opened the box, knowing full-well what was inside. It was an exact duplicate of the bracelet I proudly wore. The only difference was that hers read, "Danielle Loves Mary"! We exchanged places and I knelt at her feet. I performed then same ritual; kissing each of her toes as I intoned, "I love you Mary!"

Thank god our make-up was water-proof!

Several rings and dangly bracelets later, not to mention my very own Yves St. Laurent, diamond-encrusted watch, Mary declared it was time to head home. We had been at the salon for six hours! I thoroughly enjoyed the envious stares of the several clients and stylists as Mary, Janelle, and I sashayed our way out! With my three-inch heels and Mary still wearing her flats I was now towering over her by two inches! A rarity, indeed, to be taller than my companion!

We left Janelle slithering into her pink Porsche, agreeing to meet her at Kings and Queens at nine. On the drive home Mary got serious. "You know I've been trying to lose twenty pounds. Ever since we met I've been working my big butt off at the gym. I've only lost five pounds!" she wailed. I'd never seen her like this; she'd always been care-free and happy-go-lucky. "Seeing you now...so sexy and svelte...goddamnit...I'm jealous!"

I paused...before responding. I knew my response had to be couched in just the right terms. "First of all, I think you know by now that I love you! I mean...I really, really love you...every luscious, sexy, square-inch of you! I wouldn't ask you to change anything. But...if you're determined to lose weight...I want you to know I'll do anything to help. We can start by changing our diet and stepping up our exercise routine. Considering my new appearance, I think I should give up the membership in my gym and join yours. Or we could re-do one of my extra rooms into a home gym and even hire a private fitness trainer, if you want. Working out together will be a great motivator. We can do this!"

"Why don't you just sell your place and move in with me?" she suggested.

"Mary, I love my place at the beach...more than ever now that I'm sharing it with you. We can afford to keep both places. We'll just put exercise rooms in each home. Shit! By the time I get through investing your profits we'll be able to afford homes with gyms anywhere we want! The important thing is that we do this in a safe and healthy manner. I just found you and wouldn't want you getting sick or injured by going too fast."

Mary suddenly pulled over to the side of the road, screeching to a halt. She put her arms around me and hugged me tightly while planting kisses all over my face and neck. "Oh my sweet Danielle, now I know why I love you so much. I'm totally and completely yours...forever!" She paused to catch her breath. "You know...there's another reason I want to lose the weight." she said with her now famous 'Look'.

"Oh really," I queried. "What could that be?"

"Well..." she paused with an almost embarrassing look..."If I get down to your weight, think of all the money we could save by sharing clothes!"

"At this point, sweetheart, I can't think of a better reason!"

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We got back to Mary's house and settled into a steamy hot Jacuzzi for an hour. My new hair barely fit inside the shower cap. The gardenia-scented bath oils were soothing and relaxing. I was amazed that the medical adhesive held my new titties firm. They floated in the water just like Mary's. We looked like a couple of prunes when we finally climbed out. Before starting the delightfully arduous task of dressing to the 'nines', I eagerly lapped at her slushy snatch and brought her to three earth-shattering, mind-blowing explosions. She wrapped her warm wet lips around 'Little Dani' and sucked me like a vacuum cleaner until I filled her mouth with my gooey cream...which she thoughtfully shared.

"Ohmigawd! Mary, I don't have anything to wear!" I suddenly realized.

Mary was patiently applying some touch-up foundation, powder, and blush to enhance my new cleavage. "See, Danielle, you're already thinking like a girl! I love it. Not to worry, though, I have the perfect dress for your second debut. You're gonna knock 'em dead tonight." She added wistfully, "It used to fit me..."

"It'll fit you again, Sweetheart! Don't you worry your pretty little head." I assured her. "By the way, do I need to wear this?" I asked, holding up my gaff.

"Not really, honey. Not with the dress I have in mind! But I think you'll enjoy knowing you look as femmy as me...everywhere! Go ahead and slip it on. And don't forget to powder down there." She was grinning at my incorrigible boner which was beginning to rise to the occasion. "I think I'm gonna have to suck you dry every time, before you put it on, though. Janelle says it's a bitch trying to get into that rig with a hard-on!"

"That'll work for me!" I said as I dusted my cock and balls with a yummy Lancóme Tresor powder. I slipped my flaccid cock into the silken sheath and clasped the waistbands behind me. I even managed to snug them up a little more while Mary looked on. I tugged the sheath strap firmly between my butt cheeks and latched that, as well, without Mary's assistance. As I was admiring the result of my effort in the mirror, Mary came up behind me and began fingering my 'pussy' lips, slicking it with her juice. Her 'woman scent' wafted up to my nostrils.

"I know, I know...If I'm gonna look like a woman down there, I might as well smell like one, too!" I quipped.

"You are a quick study, Lover!" She scooped a dollop of menthol gel onto a Q-tip and swabbed my boy-pussy. I reciprocated as I dabbed a healthy dollop around and into her back-door. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander." I reminded her.

"Oooh! This is a first for me!" she observed, as the gel heated her innards.

I slipped into a pair of black bikini panties and donned a matching satin and lace bra. I clasped it and my black satin garter belt with ease...as if I'd been doing it all my life! As I rolled sheer Hanes Barely-Black Silk Reflections nylons high onto my silky- smooth legs and clipped them to my garters, Mary gave a low wolf- whistle and asked herself, "What kind of monster have I created! I am impressed!"

"It's a piece of cake!" I shot back, giving her a sheepish grin. "You know what? I think you're right about one thing...I am gonna knock 'em dead tonight! Just like you!"

Mary handed me my dress...a very sexy black lace, satin-lined affair with a low cut sweetheart bodice which dramatically emphasized my cleavage. The sewn in triple-layered net petticoats held the softly-pleated full skirt at a forty-five degree angle. The hem !generously! fell to four inches above my knees! With four- inch suede strappy sandals my slim legs were definitely on display. I turned this way and that. The sibilant swish of my skirts was music to my ears. The sight of my dress and net petticoats flaring wildly gave me goose bumps! About the only regret I felt, if you can call it that, was that my dress wouldn't allow me to show off my three-carat belly button piercing. On the other hand my ear studs and golden anklet were on full display! Yummy!

"You're gonna have to be careful, Lover, else you'll be giving everyone a better show than the cast at the club!" Mary cautioned.

"Maybe I want to show off a little!" I teased.

"Then you're gonna have to give a proper audition...just like everyone else!" she shot back. Mary touched up my make-up...it didn't really need much. She cleansed my ear piercings and added a brilliant ten carat ruby pendant, surrounded by quarter-carat diamonds, and suspended from an eighteen-carat gold chain.

If I looked hot, Mary looked even hotter. Her LBD hugged every curve of her voluptuous figure. She wore black patent leather two- inch heels which evened things up a bit. Her magnificent tits were on full display. I was jealous and told her so as we drove to Kings and Queens. "Don't concern yourself, Lover. We can make yours as real as mine anytime you want. Those silicon titties are just a trial run. I just thought it would be a good idea for you to get a feel for their heft before we set you up with Doctor Busty."

"Doctor who?"

"Doctor Busty! She's everybody's favorite. Actually, her real name is Dr. Lynette Jamison. But everyone calls her "Doctor Busty". She's a genius at titty augments. You'll love her! She does all the plastic surgery for everyone at the club. Janelle's boobs, for instance. Don't you love 'em?"

The thought of having 'real' titties like Janelle's was tantalizing. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted them. I was even thinking of nipple piercings! Christ! I hadn't even been at this for two days and here I was thinking of getting my own tits!

Mary pulled into the parking lot and this time parked in her reserved spot. Jose, the valet, was at my door in a heartbeat. As I slid out of the luxurious leather bucket seat I made sure to give him a lingering bird's-eye upskirt view of my silky panties. His erection was instantaneous! The feeling of power my silken legs and satin-covered 'pussy' gave me was invigorating. I playfully patted his bone as Mary linked her arm in mine.

"Slut!" Was Mary's loving observation.

For once I was as tall as Mary. My skirts swished deliciously and with the minimal lingerie I was wearing, the cool night air wafting under my dress made me dizzy. The anal jelly was titillating us as advertised, as we both wiggled our asses frantically and seductively in a futile attempt to relieve the tingly sensations it generated.

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Janelle greeted us with lust-filled hugs and kisses. Everyone was staring. "You both look yummy enough to eat!" She gushed. "I have a delightful surprise for you two." Janelle teased, as she led the way to our table. I didn't see a reserved sign on the ring-side table we had shared before. In fact there was another couple sitting at it.

When we gave her a questioning look, Janelle pointed to a circular wall of velvet drapes off to one side and in front of the stage. She aimed a remote control and the drapes magically parted, revealing a large round table perched on a circular dais and raised eight feet above the main floor. "To my King and Queen!" she proudly proclaimed! Mary and I just stood there, looking up, mouths agape; shocked!

The table, itself, was two-inch thick beveled glass and was easily ten-feet in diameter. It was supported by a sculptured wooden pedestal, all pink, in the form of three naked, embracing cupids; a female sporting a pair of gorgeous, albeit, budding breasts, and a male with a perfect replica of a pre-adolescent cock and teeny-tiny testes!

The boy cupid was cupping the girl cupid's breast with one hand while his other was supporting the table top. The girl cupid was toying with the boy cupid's miniscule erection with one hand while her other supported the top. The third figure knelt before them, in humble supplication, offering a tray laden with fruits and goblets of wine held in one hand while the other provided support for the table. The third cupid combined both of the critical attributes of the other two; replicas of the girl cupid's pert titties and the boy cupid's tiny dickie!

The sculpture was the most exotic I'd ever seen. "That pink stain makes the pedestal glow! It's exquisite!" I exclaimed. Janelle explained, "That's no stain, Partner! It's custom made from solid Pink Ivory wood. It's one of the rarest and most unusual woods found in Africa! It cost over a hundred thousand dollars!" The entire sculpture was drenched in a soft glowing light provided by tiny spotlights strategically embedded in the mahogany floor upon which the table perched.

Ten steps led from the main floor to the thirty-foot diameter dais. Eight elegant, hand-carved armchairs surrounded the table. The seat cushions and backs of the armchairs were done in plush red velvet. Janelle led the way up the steps and, with a dramatic display, seated us, much to the delight of the crowd of on-lookers.

From our elevated vantage point we were actually looking down on the stage and had a bird's eye view of the entire club. The circular wall behind us was covered in deep red velvet drapes. The advantage of the glass table top became instantly obvious as Mary and I took our places of honor. It allowed an unobstructed view of everything below! It was tantalizing to be able to see Mary's hand as she reassuringly patted my exposed thigh. We heard a few friendly wolf-whistles when I reciprocated.

It was then that I realized that guests would be looking up at us; able to see everything and anything! The only drawback I could see was that some of the chairs had their backs to the stage. Guests seated in those chairs wouldn't be able to watch the performances! I expressed this thought to Janelle. Mary concurred with my observation.

"Not to worry." Janelle patiently explained. "Watch this!" She said with obvious pride. She pressed a small gold button set into the thick glass and a sixteen by twenty-four inch panel flipped up, revealing a control panel complete with a small TV screen. An array of buttons and switches was housed inside, each one labeled with its particular function. She pressed one and the dais began slowly rotating. The wine, already poured in golden goblets, didn't even ripple! "Leave it on and it takes ninety seconds to make one full revolution." Janelle explained. "Or you can press it again at any point and it stops." She demonstrated and the dais came to an imperceptible halt.

"If you want privacy..." She pressed another control and the drapes behind us began sliding along circular tracks set into the ceiling. In less than thirty seconds we were completely shrouded from the rest of the room. The TV screen flickered to life and we were treated to a view of the entire stage. Janelle pressed several buttons in succession. Each one permitted selected views of just about every square foot of the club; even the dressing room and the bathrooms! A joystick allowed rotation and zoom of whichever camera was operational. When she switched back to a view of the main room we could see, and hear, guests in the audience smiling and pointing at our drawn curtain. I heard more than one patron exclaim, "I wonder what those three are up to behind those drapes!" We giggled and magnanimously opened the drapes, much to the crowd's delight.

Of course, we rose to take our bows with an air of mock regalness. Everyone applauded. I said to Mary, "Do you mind if I make a small offering to our guests?"

"It's your club, too, Lover! What did you have in mind?"

Janelle, reading my mind, pushed another control button. Instantly, a voice boomed through a small speaker. "What can I do for you, Miss Mary?"

"Oops," exclaimed Janelle, "Here's the volume control. That voice is our head bartender, Reynaldo. Just tell him what you want, Danielle."

"Actually, Reynaldo, it's me...er...Miss Danielle." Mary was grinning from ear to ear as I referred to myself as 'Miss' for the first time. "Yes Miss Danielle, sorry Miss Danielle, how may I assist you?"

With as much friendly authority as could muster, I replied, "Reynaldo, please buy the house a round of drinks from Mary, Janelle, and me; with our thanks and wishes for a delightful evening!"

"Yes Miss Danielle. Thank !you! Miss Danielle!" We were able to watch in the monitor as the several servers took orders and served the hundred or so patrons efficiently and professionally. We saw Reynaldo smile and raise a glass to the camera over the bar in a toast to us. Even though the drinks were on the house, I was pleased to see most of the patrons proffering generous tips as they received their drinks. They also raised their glasses in a toast to Mary, Janelle, and me. I stood and toasted back to the crowd and squealed, "Enjoy the evening, ladies and gentlemen...and everyone in-between!" The laughter was deafening.

"Only twenty minutes to Showtime." Mary said. "I can't wait to see the show from this eagle's nest!"

"Speaking of which," I said, "I have to use the little girls' room...desperately! Wanna go with me?"

Janelle smiled a wicked smile and stood. "You can use the girly-boy bathroom across the club if you want...or...." She parted the curtains behind us with gusto, "...You can use this one! Follow me, if you please, my King and Queen!" She led us past the curtain, into a small alcove. A doorway on the other side was marked, "King and Queen – Private".

We entered an elegantly appointed vanity/dressing room/wardrobe. Dual porcelain sinks were appointed with gold fixtures. The vanity stools were delicate gold-plated wrought iron frames with silken cushions. Across the room were three more doors. Two enclosed private commodes and bidets; the third was a large shower over a Jacuzzi tub and steam bath. The large built-in wardrobes held a selection of outfits we could change into as the need dictated.

As Mary and I squealed with delight, Janelle, gushed, "You have no idea how difficult it was to get all this done in secret! I thought you'd discover it last night, for sure! But you two were so engrossed with each other, you didn't even notice that this whole area was draped off! I'm so happy you love it!" She hugged us tightly and left to attend to the numerous guests still filing in.

We entered the private toilet labeled 'Queen'. My bladder was so full my back teeth were floating! I still had enough 'gentleman' buried somewhere inside to let Mary sit first. I suppose we could have used the separate facilities but it was so much more fun peeing together! I stood looking down on her as the gushing sound of her urine splashed into the bowl. She looked up with that special 'Look' I had come to know so well. She grinned and spread her thighs wide. I hiked my skirts and slipped out of my gaff. I straddled her lap.

My pee sloshed and splashed against her pussy while her steaming- hot pee sterilized my cock. How decadent is that? I finally stood to give her access and she eagerly laved me squeaky clean. I returned the compliment and observed, "I might have to bottle your pee-pee and serve it at our table! It's so much finer than the Pinot Noir we've been drinking!" I exclaimed, as I eagerly lapped Mary's pussy. 'No sense wasting toilet tissue.' I mused silently. "Mmmm...then we should bottle yours, as well, Lover!" She replied, as she licked her lips.

After freshening up with the array of all our favorite cosmetics Janelle had thoughtfully provided, we returned to our table. Mary asked, "Dani-Girl, would you mind if I invited a few friends to join us. This huge table is just screaming to be occupied by more than just the two of us!"

"Not at all, my love! In fact, I'm anxious to meet your friends. I hope they'll become my friends, too!"

Mary looked at the control panel and found a button marked, "Hostess Station". Janelle responded instantly, "Hi Partner...Watcha' need?"

"Sweetie, ask Emily, Nicole, Joel, and Tommy to join us, please."

"Right away, my Queen!" Janelle replied.

Just as the lights on stage were dimming, Janelle escorted Mary's friends to our 'throne' and seated them with panache. She introduced me to the four and poured wine for everyone.

As it turned out, Emily and Nicole were a couple, as were Joel and Tommy. All four were in their early twenty's...basically the same age as Mary and me. We hit it off instantly. Mary and I sat next to each other. Tommy sat to my left; Joel next to him. Emily sat next to Mary; Nicole next to her. Joel and Tommy looked handsome in their tuxedos, ruffled shirts, and cummerbunds. Emily and Nicole looked positively ravishing in their short and flirty cocktail dresses. Mary hugged Emily and Nicole and gave them wet, tonguey kisses. Joel and Tommy hugged and kissed me lightly on the lips. It just seemed so natural!

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The primary thing that keeps everyone coming back for more, night after night, to Kings and Queens, was the floor show. Of course the main dining room, which could seat three hundred diners, served elegant four-star haute cuisine and was always booked solid. The two dozen private dining cabanas surrounding the main dining room were always booked, as well. Strategically placed monitors insured that everyone had an optimal view of the stage.

But it was the floor show that was the big draw. It was never the same two nights in a row. The 'Production Manager', Butch Cassidy – I swear that's his true name – had over forty years in theatrical production; mostly as a Female Impersonator. He was internationally known. He ran the productions at Kings and Queens with military precision. He designed and fabricated most of the costumes. He constructed the stage sets. He fine-tuned the lighting and sound. And...did I forget to mention...he also performed in many of the skits! He was worth his weight in gold!

Besides impersonating many famous actresses and singers, albeit by lip-syncing to their biggest hits, there were lots of vaudevillian sketches, all with predictable transvestite and fetishistic themes.

Tonight's opening sketch featured Yvonne as the prototypical spinster schoolmarm; almost six-foot tall, skinny, exaggerated bosom, hair pulled into a tight bun, and wearing nose-pinching wire-rimmed glasses. She wore an extremely tight gray pencil skirt which was hemmed below her knees. It was so tight the outline of her garters could be seen. It was obvious she wore a very tight and confining elasticized girdle rather then a more risqué garter belt. She wore 'sensible' court shoes with a one-inch heel. As she sat behind her desk, absent the modesty panel, with her knees primly crossed, the three-inch wide lace hem of her pale-pink slip was clearly visible. Her slip was also visible underneath her pleated, high-collar, ruffle-trimmed, cream-colored rayon blouse. She sat there, tapping her pencil impatiently; obviously waiting for someone.

Alana, her 'naughty' pupil du jour, entered from stage-right. She was wearing a mid-thigh length pleated tartan plaid skirt which was secured by a pair of burgundy suspenders, a starched white dress- shirt with a long pointed collar, a burgundy silk necktie, white knee-high ribbed socks, and black patent leather Mary Jane shoes with a half-inch heel. As she swished into the 'classroom', her skirt flared enough to reveal her hot-pink ruffle-trimmed petti- panties. Her virgin-white lace-trimmed satin bra gleamed under her shirt. She was the quintessential Catholic School-Girl.

Although the entire sketch was performed in pantomime, with dramatic mood music for emphasis, no one in the audience had any trouble deciphering the 'story line'. Alana approached Teacher's desk with a demure and contrite look on her face. As Teacher soundly reprimanded her, shaking her index finger in Alana's face, her contrite expression turned to one of abject fear. Her 'sin' became all too clear as Teacher raised the hem of Alana's skirt and accusingly pointed to her very sexy but unauthorized petti-panties. Alana held her skirt at waist level and turned to the audience. She flicked the ruffles adorning the hem of her panties. She was obviously pleading for the support of the audience. Of course, none was forthcoming. In fact, there were lots of "tsk, tsk's" and "tutt, tutt's"; the crowd's way of showing their disdain that a proper young Catholic School-Girl would dare to wear such an 'indecent' item of lingerie!

Teacher, with well-practiced authority...and much relish...sat on a side chair. She forcefully pulled Alana's petti-panties down to her knees and turned Alana to face the audience so that her teeny-weeny flaccid cock and balls were revealed to all! Loud feigned gasps could be heard rippling through the crowd. Before pulling Alana over her lap, Teacher grabbed an eighteen inch ruler from her desk and tapped it against Alana's over-sized clitty and balls. Alana feigned pain, discomfort, and embarrassment. Her eyes pleaded with both Teacher and the audience, to no avail.

As she lay across Teacher's lap her legs began to flail involuntarily, certain in the knowledge of what was to come. Teacher tapped her ruler lightly, almost lovingly, on Alana's silky-smooth and naturally pink cheeks. Alana looked again to the audience for help! "Boo!" "Spank her good!" "Make it glow!" was all she heard. She looked devastated. Without warning, Teacher lowered the boom! THWACK... SPLATT...WHAACK! The smacks resounded through the eerily silent showroom. Alana's legs were kicking and flailing madly. The blows which rained down on her unprotected bottom were unmerciful and unrelenting. She was held firmly in place by Teacher's strong arm across her back. With nowhere to go, she could only endure the awful stinging swats which were by now raising noticeable welts on her sweet cheeks!

The punishment continued non-stop for five minutes save for a couple of 'time-outs' which Teacher used to gently caress Alana's pert little bottom and revel in her handiwork. Alana showed a look of relief and pure joy when her spanking concluded and Teacher lovingly massaged a soothing cream into the tender flesh of her buttocks and, by the way, deep inside her pretty rosette. As she helped Alana from her lap, Teacher once again faced her toward the crowd and used what little lotion was left on her hand to massage her tiny clitty-cock to full erection...almost two-inches! The sketch concluded with Teacher directing Alana to step out of her sexy hot-pink petti-panties and into a very plain pair of white full-cut cotton briefs. As Alana demurely exited stage-left, Teacher raised her skirt and slip, stepped into the sexy petti- panties, and smoothed them lovingly over her girdled loins.

The lights dimmed and the crowd went delirious. It was a standing ovation which lasted a good two minutes. When the pandemonium finally subsided, recorded big-band music began. Joelle strutted onto center stage and, as the perfect 'Carol Channing', threw herself into a slow and sensual rendition of "I Enjoy Being A Girl". Her slinky gold lamé gown was slit to her thigh and complimented her platinum chin-length razor-straight hair. Her amazing impersonation generated yet another standing ovation from a very appreciative audience.

Act Three featured Victoria, Lynette, and Teri performing a skit in the living room of a family home. Victoria portrayed the prototypical 'bad-little-boy', dressed in an adorable Little Lord Fauntleroy suit. The little devil continuously lifted 'Little Girl' Lynette's yellow taffeta party dress and frothy petticoats to have a peek at her ruffled, lacey nylon panties. Each time 'he' mercilessly teased her she stamped her feet and squealed for 'him' to stop. Her cries and pleadings were eventually heard by 'his' mother, Teri. 'Mom', a marvelous June Cleaver look-alike, ceremoniously dragged him off to Lynette's bedroom where he was stripped naked.

Even though the entire crowd knew what was about to befall naughty Little Lord Fauntleroy, the cheers and applause were deafening as, in the span of two minutes, 'he' was forced into tights, panties, petticoats, and a party dress, all in pink, which matched Lynette's oh-so girly outfit. The skit concluded as several more party-going 'children' joined the red-faced, sissified 'boy', and his sister, for her birthday celebration. Naturally 'Mom', much to the delight of Lynette, encouraged all the children to lift Little Lord Fauntleroy's skirts and expose his pretty panties! The standing ovation which followed shook the room to its timbers!

It must have been the over-the-top erotica we had just witnessed! Cuz when the stage lights dimmed, signaling intermission, I became aware of Tommy's hand gently stroking my nylon-clad thighs and fingering the tabs of my garters. Since Mary and Nicole had their hands up Emily's dress and Joel had his hand between Tommy's thighs I figured, 'when in Rome...' So I reached over and began stroking his thighs!

It all looked sooo decadent as I viewed the rather erotic scene taking place under our table; 'through-the-looking-glass', so to speak. Tommy drew me towards him and planted a wet tonguey kiss on me. Mary and Emily began swapping spit! 'Maybe I should make use of the control panel to draw our curtains!' I thought. After all, we were on full display, what with the floor lighting under our table!

"I need to pee...bad! I'll be back in a few minutes." Tommy whispered into my ear. He had the sexiest husky voice! He was really turning me on! Or was it all the alcohol we were consuming? He rose to head off across the showroom. I stopped him and suggested, "No need to walk that far. Follow me." I held his hand and led him to our suite behind the curtains. He was definitely as impressed with our accommodations as I was with his muscular- looking pecs. My newfound femininity was causing me to react like any normal woman would in the presence of an extremely attractive hunk!

I sat on a vanity stool as he walked over to one of the commodes. I could tell he was enjoying the sight of my exposed thighs as he turned to look back over his shoulder. He unbuckled and unzipped, lowering his trousers and boxers to his ankles in one smooth movement. His shirttail hid what I could only imagine was an impressive man-tool. He grinned when he saw me licking my lips in eager anticipation as he sat down to pee. I walked over and knelt before him as he began tinkling. I raised his shirttail anxious to see his man-meat...maybe even taste his man-meat!

Nothing! I couldn't see anything...except his thighs clamped tightly together. "Show me what you've got, Big Boy." I breathily demanded. He smiled seductively as he slowly parted his gorgeous thighs. He began laughing uproariously at the confused look on my face. I was looking for something that simply wasn't there! What I did see was his perfectly formed labia...cunt lips...pussy slit...fuck hole...dribbling urine into the toilet bowl...complete with a heart-shaped tuft of pubes, dyed shocking pink, just above his slit!

"OH...MY...GAWD!" I squealed. "You're a...It's a...!"

"Girl and Cunt...I think those are the terms you're looking for, Danielle." 'He' said sweetly, as 'he' cupped my chin and kissed me. Hindsight, they say, is twenty-twenty. Tommy's smoothly-shaved legs should have given me a clue. I should have known something was amiss when 'he' sat down to pee. I was so enthralled by him, er...her, shamelessly peeing in front of me, I had completely ignored that little fact! Wait a sec...her pecs...her chiseled chest! I tentatively reached up and ran my fingers over her chest. There was something there alright! An elastic bandage...binding her chest!

"Here, Danielle, let me help." She raised her ruffled tuxedo shirt and exposed her bound upper torso. "Help me get out of this rig, will you? It's becoming irritating!"

I found the Velcro release and slowly unbound her. I gazed with pure admiration, and yes, a bit of envy, at her pert and perky perfectly-shaped B-cup titties. I cupped them gently and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I leaned in and kissed them, nibbled on them, sucked them! Tommy began moaning softly. She lowered my head to her dripping wet pussy and I eagerly lapped 'til she was squeaky clean. She had given me such a perfect performance...an impersonation of the first magnitude...I felt obligated...and she was not to be denied!

"Ahem!" I heard Mary's voice behind me. I turned to look over my shoulder. Mary, Emily, Nicole, and Joel were standing there gawking at my shameless adoration of Tommy's pussy. "I see you two are getting properly acquainted." She continued, "Dani, you've already met Tammy. Now let me re-introduce you to Joel, er...Jolene." They were all laughing hysterically at their masterfully performed deception.

I realized I had correctly assumed the obvious as I cupped Jolene's crotch. As expected, it was as soft and smooth as Mary's. Jolene confirmed my suspicions when she unbuckled her trousers and revealed the lovely gold tap panties which covered her very moist snatch. I fondled her for several seconds.

Suddenly, a flash of light assaulted my brain; an epiphany! I walked over to Emily and Nicole. Without any hesitancy I reached underneath first Emily's, then Nicole's, dress. They both began giggling coyly when I 'discovered' their moderately sized and rock- hard cocks lolling comfortably inside their panties!

With their gag completed successfully, Tammy and Jolene stripped out of their tuxedos and retrieved more appropriate outfits which they had stashed in the wardrobes. Tammy had brought a sophisticated fire-engine red sheath and Jolene a swishy, full- skirted rose-hued taffeta dress which did absolutely nothing to minimize her luscious C-cups. While Mary helped them dress, I helped myself to Emily's and Nicole's tasty treats.

I ravished Emily's seven-inch cock with my tongue and lips and, at the same time, furiously pumped Nicole's six-inches of boy-clit with my fist. When their howling moans signaled they were both ready to let loose, I took both gorgeous cocks in my mouth at the same time. And not a moment too soon! I think I did Mary proud as I gobbled up both their loads simultaneously. Ask me if, a few days ago, I could have imagined myself on nylon-clad knees, sucking the life-juices out of two stunningly beautiful T-Girls at the same time, and loving every delicious second of it! I don't think so!

We sipped Champagne and chatted like sorority sisters while Tammy and Jolene completed the transition from dashing girl-snares to ravishing seductresses. During my lust-crazed slurping I noticed that neither Emily nor Nicole were wearing a gaff. Obviously for easier access I assumed. I took the hint from them and happily removed my own gaff. I didn't really need it. My full skirt and petticoats would provide more than adequate camouflage for my dong! And right now it was screaming for some freedom!

We returned to our 'throne'. Janelle was waiting for us. "Too bad I didn't think to install monitors in your private suite!" She teased. We had missed the second and third shows and the dance floor was packed; too packed for the seven of us to squeeze onto. We opted to 'people watch'. I flipped up the monitor and set the dais to slowly rotate. We all found it stimulating to watch the party-goers gyrating both live and on the TV monitor. Janelle began flipping 'channels'; giving all of us various views around the club. We laughed hysterically at the image of a petite wife trying to assist her six-foot-two inebriated spouse into their tiny sports car. The fact that she managed to get him into drag without shaving his legs or his mustache kept us in fits of laughter for five minutes!

She switched channels to show an image of the 'girl-boy' restroom. The scene that popped up revealed two stunningly gorgeous 'girls'; one standing with her dress hiked to her waist, the other on her knees gobbling on the others ten-inch joint. Several others, both GG's and 'girls' were standing in a circle around the two 'performers'; most with their own skirts hiked and fondling either man-meat or pussy. The whole thing was sooo erotic! Mary's hand snaked under my dress and took a death-grip on my cock. "I'm sooo glad you took off your gaff, Dani-Girl! This feels wonderful!"

Suddenly, she was in a serious competition with Emily who was also determined to grab hold of my pole! As I glanced down through the glass top I could see I was not alone. Everyone's hands were frantically groping someone! 'Enough is enough!' I thought, and prudently pushed the control button to close our drapes; giving us all the privacy the moment dictated. For the next couple of hours we thoroughly enjoyed each others company. We even turned off the TV monitor. We danced to the music of the final show and then to blaring rock coming off the dance floor.

As we danced, we ground our hips against each other, causing a delightful friction as our cocks were stimulated. Janelle, Nicole, Emily and I giggled raucously each time we were 'forced' to adjourn to the wardrobe to change our sopping wet, cum-filled panties. Mary, Tammy, and Jolene weren't immune from drenched panties either! When the house lights came up, signaling 'last call', Janelle opened our protective drapes. She left us to bid individual guests good-night. We hung out, finishing off the last of several bottles of Champagne, and ate late-night snacks provided by the kitchen.

Mary and I bid Emily, Nicole, Tammy, and Jolene good-night with warm and lingering hugs and kisses. After everyone had left, Janelle, Mary, and I tallied the gross receipts for the night. Eighty-Thousand Dollars! "That's quite a take!" I casually observed. "Average!" said Mary and Janelle, in unison. I'd certainly have sufficient funds to work my 'magic' when the Markets opened on Monday.

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Sunday was a lazy day...at least it would be until we headed to the club in the early evening. Mary and I lay in bed, sipping coffee. With some trepidation I called my boss and summarily resigned. It was a big step for me but, having seen the operation of Kings and Queens, I had all the confidence in the world that I could match my current earnings and probably do much better. I assured my boss that I would make myself available, at least by phone, until all my accounts transferred to my successor. He wasn't happy but took it in stride. Mary hugged me with girlish delight as she listened in on my end of the conversation. "Be careful, you imp, you'll wrinkle my nitie!" I chided.

"As if it's not already wrinkled beyond all decency!" she shot back, playfully tickling my sides.

"Ah, er...Mary?" I began. "There's something I want to ask you about."

"Then ask, Danielle. Just ask." She hardly ever called me Danielle so she must have sensed the serious tone in my voice.

"Er...well...Don't get me wrong. I love my falsies." I hefted them as they floated freely under the silky bodice of my nitie. "You mentioned that doctor...what's her name...Doctor Busty? Well...I... er..."

"You mean Lynette Jamison, the plastic surgeon? Ohmigawd! Are asking what I think you're asking?" Then with a coy smile, "You want your own titties, don't you? Oh god...I can't believe it! I have created a monster! Let's call her right away and make an appointment!"

She grabbed the phone and began dialing the doctor's number...from memory! She had that 'Look'...one that said she wasn't to be denied.

"But Mary, it's Sunday! She won't be in the office. We can wait 'til tomorrow." I was pleading...maybe trying to buy a little time now that I had opened the can of worms!

"Silly girl...Don't you know me by now? I'm calling her at home! I'm not giving you a chance to change your mind...not now...not ever!"

"Hi Doc...Mary here...How's your schedule today...I'll need you for a couple of hours...Yes... A very special friend... No, she doesn't work for me. Actually, she's my newest partner! I want the very best for her. Okay...I'll explain everything when we get there. See ya."

"That's all settled. Let's get showered and dressed. We have to meet her at her office in an hour."

"In an hour?" I wailed. "Aren't you rushing things a bit?"

"Oooh Dani-Girl, you're gonna be so happy you made this decision! Stop procrastinating and get yer cute ass in the shower!"

I knew her well enough to know that arguing wasn't an option. Into the shower we went. Thirty minutes later we were on our way to meet Doctor Busty and my new titties.

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Dr. Jamison..."Please, call me Lynette"...greeted us like her dearest friends. I instantly liked her and trusted her implicitly. I stripped to the waist and sat on the exam table. She took several vials of blood and ran the obligatory tests while Mary and I looked through a portfolio of 'before' and 'after' photos. She skillfully dissolved the adhesive holding my silicon boobs and removed them. She explained the procedure in exhaustive detail and had me sign all the required release forms. To Mary's utter delight, I gave her a durable power-of-attorney in case of any unforeseen difficulties.

During the next two hours Doctor Busty made small incisions in my arm pits and, through small catheters, implanted plastic pouches under the skin covering my pecs. She slowly and methodically injected them with the required amount of silicon until they reached the pre-determined D-cup dimension Mary wanted and I had agreed to.

As an added 'bonus' she made microscopic incisions in each of my nipples and inserted solid silicone extensions which made them protrude a full inch! Six tiny stitches were all that was needed to seal the nearly invisible cuts. It was weird enough watching my boyishly flat chest expand to voluptuous proportions any young girl would die for. It was even weirder standing for the first time and trying to find my new, and permanent, center of balance; even with the hefty athletic support bra Doctor Busty provided.

She insisted I hang out until the local anesthetic wore off; another hour. Satisfied that all was well, she sent us on our way. Mary begged her to join us at Kings and Queens. Sadly, she had other plans. We promised her a rain-check...anytime. I was happy that Mary insisted on diving home. There was a little discomfort but no pain; just a kind of unfamiliar stretchy feeling tugging at my chest. It actually felt quite delicious! I could have done without all the potholes, however!

"Let's go get our nipples pierced, Mary, just to celebrate my new puppies!"

"Relax, Dani-Girl, relax! We have plenty of time for that. We'll wait 'til next week, just to be sure they're well settled in. Are you okay to go to the club tonight? Or would rather stay home and rest?"

"I can handle the club...besides; I really, really want you to show me off!" I giggled.

"The club it is, Lover!" she declared. "I really, really want to show you off!"

We probably went through two dozen outfits, trying to find one that would hide the ugly support bra. It was really icky! In desperation, Mary said, "Let's try one more thing." She rummaged through her massive collection of titty slings and magically pulled one out, declaring it to be the perfect one. It was lovely, too! It was deep purple, satin, lots of lace trim, and had sturdy underwires which, Mary assured me, would provide just as much, if not more, support than the Ugh-Ugh provided by Doctor Busty. When I got it situated I was astounded that it not only provided the necessary support but it also lifted and gently squeezed by boobs, creating a deep and inviting cleavage...just like Mary's!

The rest was easy. Mary handed me a knife-pleated white mini-skirt with a wide patent leather white belt and a black satin, pleated front, short-sleeve blouse. She selected my undies; white satin panties, a white garter belt, a silky white half-slip and suntan nylons. I damn near fell on my face when I stood for the first time in the white five-inch stiletto fuck-me pumps she insisted I wear! All that white made me feel like a virgin. Well, at least my tits were virgins. After all, they had yet to be fucked!

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You would think, being a Sunday night, it wouldn't be all that busy at the club. But Kings and Queens was just as jammed as every other night as I wheeled my Mercedes into the lot. Hey, I had to learn to drive in heels sometime! I started to pull into Mary's reserved space when she said, "Don't park in my space, Lover. Why not park in your own space?"

"Huh?" I asked dumbly.

"Over here...just next to mine on the right." She directed.

Sure enough, at the head of the space next to hers, was a large white sign with hot-pink block letters proclaiming, "RESERVED AT ALL TIMES FOR MISS DANIELLE SIMONSON". In smaller print was a warning, "Violators will be towed at their own expense...Municipal Code Section 07.25.42" The number of the local police impound yard was also printed. Normally, I would have pulled up to the valet station but parking in my own reserved spot for the first time was just too deliciously tempting. Nevertheless, two of Kings and Queens finest valets instantly appeared to help us from the low- slung sports car. Now I truly felt like a K...er, Queen!

"Nice touch, Sweetheart!" I quipped.

"I thought you'd like it, Dani-Girl."

Mary decided to give me the Grand Tour of the club. It was still fairly early. Janelle was off somewhere attending to someone's needs so it was as good a time as any to have a look around. I was amazed when I finally got a close up look at the massive main dining room. There were tables and red leather booths which could accommodate parties ranging in size from two to twenty. Each table was covered with a hot pink Fergusons Irish linen table cloth. The place settings were the finest Limoges China, Waterford Crystal, and Reed and Barton Sterling Silver money could buy. Each place setting was worth about a thousand dollars, Mary informed me. At any other place it would have been a huge temptation for an unscrupulous patron to walk out with at least a 'token'. The loyal patrons of Kings and Queens were a much higher caliber. Okay, so maybe the security cameras and dozen or so behemoth security staff had a little to say about our patron's incomparable honesty!

I loved the private dining cabanas built around the entire perimeter of the room. Each one of the twenty-four private cabanas could accommodate up to eight diners. Each cabana had its own paging system with a direct connection to a personal server, lighting controls, and even its own sound system and monitor which provided a bird's-eye view of the floorshow. To book a cabana one had to cough-up a thousand bucks...plus the dinner tab! Most nights they were booked solid. Each cabana was monitored by the House security system. I'd love to see some of those videos!

She took me into the state-of-the-art kitchen and introduced me to everyone. Behind the kitchen was the central hub, the control center, the office. A heavy steel door, a real bank vault door, combination lock and all, led to a subterranean level. All the books, records, and cash receipts were housed in the impenetrable space. Mary explained that every thirty minutes excess cash was transported via air tubes located all around the club directly into the large safe. If anyone was dumb enough to try robbing the club and lucky enough to get past all the security, they'd only walk out with, at most, a couple of thousand dollars. It had never happened.

She ended the tour with the 'piece de resistance'; back stage, where all the dressing rooms, hundreds of costumes, dozens of stage-hands, the sound and lighting controls, and, of course the marvelous cast were housed. It was a mad-house! While the cast and crew prepared for the evening's entertainment, Mary patiently and proudly introduced me to everyone. They had all heard of our new partnership...and love affair...and giddily expressed congratulations and an obvious excitement that I was 'on-board'.

I was overwhelmed by their shameless display of affection for Mary and humbled by their unequivocal acceptance of me. She proudly cupped my titties as she related every tiny detail of the procedure I had undergone only a few hours earlier. Though everyone was thrilled by my new acquisitions, I saw a few envious stares from some of the cast who hadn't been able to raise enough funds to pay a visit to Doctor Busty. I started formulating a plan to invest some money on their behalf for just that purpose.

As we worked our way back to our table, I could see that the dining room was filled and the showroom was almost packed to capacity. Can you say another eighty-thousand dollar night? We stopped at every table as customers greeted Mary warmly. I was amazed that Mary remembered everyone's name...Not really that amazing if you knew Mary. She patiently introduced me to each patron and 'hinted' that she was planning a grand soiree to formally announce our partnership!

Huh?

She held my hand tightly; even possessively. When she wasn't holding my hand, she had her arm around my waist and held me close...oftentimes sliding her hand down to romantically caress my bottom. I loved the way she made me feel; I loved the way my clothes swished and my new boobs gently jiggled on my chest. We made it back to our 'throne' just as the first show was starting.

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Butch had gone all out in planning the first show of the evening. Yvette started the festivities by dedicating her rendition of "My Girl" by the Temptations to Mary and me! Following a standing ovation to her spectacular impersonation, Monica followed with "Baby Love" by Diana Ross and the Supremes, also dedicated to Mary and me. In fact, Butch had arranged to have every number in the first show dedicated to us! Even Janelle came to sit with us when she realized the entire cast was honoring us in such a delightful manner.

The show turned out to be just as much a tribute to Classic Rock and Roll as it was to Mary and me. "Dedicated to the One I Love" - The Shirelles; "Let The Good Times Roll" – Shirley and Lee; "Dream Lover" – Bobby Darin! The costumes were all classic "Fifties" style! The final ovation lasted five full minutes! Mary started crying with joy. That caused me to shed tears. Janelle couldn't hold back any longer either! The three of us adjourned to the vanity to re-do our streaked make-up. I was putting a gloss-coat on my lips when Janelle looked at me; like she was seeing me for the first time. "You look different, Danielle. What have you done to yourself?"

I looked at Mary and we shared a secret grin. "Whatever do you mean, Partner? Do you see anything different about me?" I gave her my most innocent and coy look.

"There's something different. I know it. I just can't put my finger on it!"

Mary was starting to giggle uncontrollably. "Then let me put your finger on it!" I volunteered. I took her hand and gently placed her index finger on my left nipple, firmly pressing it in. Janelle looked first at me, then at Mary. She still hadn't removed her finger from my nipple. The light suddenly went on inside her pretty head. Her eyes bugged and she squealed with unbridled glee. She began cupping, massaging, and kneading my chest with both hands. "You did it! You've been to see Doctor Busty!" She exclaimed.

"And she's seen me!" I gleefully replied, as I led her hands on a guided tour of my D-cups. Mary was beaming with pride as she placed her hands on top of mine and Janelle's. The stimulation was incredible; I could feel the wetness spreading in my panties.

"Let me see...Let me see!" Janelle demanded. She started seductively unbuttoning my satin blouse. I helped; Mary helped. I shrugged off my blouse and reached behind to deftly unclasp my bra. I shimmied my shoulders and my bra slid to my lap.

"Oh...My...god! They're gorgeous, Danielle! Doc Busty outdid herself!" She was kneading them and rolling my nips between her thumbs and forefingers.

"Oooh, be careful! They're still a little tender!" I pleaded.

"Sorry, Sweetie...I couldn't resist. I forgot how tender mine were afterwards!" She eased off a bit but kept her palms in motion. She raised my arms to locate the tiny incisions and expressed genuine admiration at the Doc's handiwork. "Your nipples are huge! What did she do?"

"She implanted silicon nubs!" Mary patiently explained. "It's the latest refinement in breast augmentation. Don't they feel real?"

"They feel real to me, I can definitely feel how real they feel!" I said breathlessly, as I started squirming.

"I gotta get me a pair of these!" Janelle declared. They're just too delicious!" She bent over and took my right nipple between her lips, suckling, and flicking her tongue gently. I was in heaven! She slipped the bodice of her cocktail dress down to her waist and thrust her boobs against mine. We shimmied our chests together, mutually stimulating each other. It felt sooo erotic!

"I have to get back to the front, ladies. I'm sooo happy for you Dani. Welcome to 'girlhood', Sister!" She put herself back together and left Mary and I in a passionate embrace.

I slid my hand under Mary's chocolate-brown suede mini-skirt and cupped her drenched crotch. "You're as wet as I am!" She reached between my thighs and felt the sodden gusset of my panties. "Mmmm, great minds think alike, eh Lover?"

When we strolled through the curtains, back to our table, there was a bottle of Champagne lolling in an ice-bucket. Attached to the neck of the bottle was an array of colorful balloons, each one screaming "Congratulations" in large script. As we sat and watched the next floorshow, I began outlining my investment plans. Mary was thrilled when I suggested presenting an investment scheme for any of the 'girls' who wanted cosmetic surgery. By matching any money each cared to invest with profits from the club I was pretty certain I could generate enough gains to pay for, not only cosmetic procedures, but for a complete health plan for all our employees, as well! The tax write-off wouldn't hurt us any, either.

Mary wanted to check things out in the kitchen so I decided to wander back-stage to thank the cast for their warm dedications. Butch Cassidy was in full drag; a floor-length sequined purple gown, sky-high stilettos, garish stage make-up, and a Dolly Parton wig which was teased at least eighteen inches atop his head. He rushed over as soon as he spotted me. He threw his arms around me and kissed me full on the mouth. "Thank you sooo much for the dedications, Butch, that was such a lovely gesture!" I screeched above the din of activity.

"Danielle, I can't thank you enough for coming back-stage to see us again! Twice in the same evening! We're honored." We hugged some more as he guided me through the maze of costume racks, vanity counters and all the other seemingly disorganized paraphernalia which constituted 'Back-Stage'. I stopped to chat with everyone for at least a minute or two. Monica and Yvette had already heard about my new implants and playfully squeezed them with obvious appreciation and...more than a little envy. They both wanted their own but hadn't been able to save up enough. I looked forward to brightening their outlook.

As much as I wanted to stay back-stage and chat with everyone, they had a show to perform and I wanted to re-join Mary. I found her patiently waiting at our table. I kissed her and tingled all over as she slipped her tongue into my mouth and cupped my titties. Wow! What a difference from the falsies which were glued to my chest only a few hours ago! "Everything's okay in the kitchen." She idly commented. "I'm more interested in what's going on in your oven!" I teased, as I slid my hand under her skirt and lovingly caressed her panty-covered pussy. "Mmmm!" Was all she said, squeezing her thighs to entrap my groping fingers.

She wanted to hear details of how I planned to invest funds from the club. I told her I had a few ideas but wanted to check all the books first and see what I had to work with. I also mentioned my plan to involve any employee who wished in a personal savings plans. "Most of these kids have never learned how to handle money and are more interested in buying clothes, jewelry, cosmetics, and plastic surgery." I lamented. "I think with proper guidance they can have all they want and still put money aside for the 'rainy day' which always rears its ugly head."

"What a wonderful idea, Danielle! Now I know why I love you as much as I do!" She squealed.

We spent the rest of the night watching the remaining shows and chatting with several guests who joined us off and on. Some of the guests at Kings and Queens were more entertaining than the floor show! One married couple, in particular, was outrageous; a petite sissified husband in his twenties, dressed as a six-year old. His fortyish wife, as a domineering mistress, was dressed in a shiny black bustier, black latex stockings, and six-inch stilettos! The mask covering her eyes and the stiff riding crop hanging from her waist made her a very intimidating and formidable figure. 'Sally- Ann', as his wife referred to him, wore the most adorable lavender satin dress adorned with oodles of ruffles, ribbons, and lace. His eight-inch diameter all-day-sucker was a lovely touch!

'Mistress Dominique' proudly informed us that, since 'Sally-Ann' had been so well-behaved all week, she had rewarded him by allowing six frothy petticoats under his dress rather than just the three she normally permitted. 'Sally-Ann' was mortified as 'Mistress Dominique' insisted, "Why don't you show Mary and Danielle your pretty package, Sally-Ann?" It wasn't a request!

Red-faced and thoroughly humiliated, 'Sally-Ann' slowly bunched his voluminous skirts and raised them to his waist. I couldn't suppress a giggle as his package was revealed. His testes and eleven-inch cock protruded through a lace-trimmed opening in his panties! Tied around his cock and balls were a dozen multi-colored curly-Q ribbon streamers tickling his thighs. The tip of his cock was coated with hot-pink lipstick! Mary and I reached out and patted it simultaneously! It was irresistible!

'Mistress Dominique' added to 'Sally-Ann's' mortification when she ordered him to twirl and swish for our amusement. As his petticoats flared out to the horizontal, the entire audience could look up and see his pretty ruffled satin panties and his be-ribboned package! As Mary, 'Mistress Dominique', and I chatted idly, 'Sally-Ann' skipped around the table licking his sucker and hummed "On The Good Ship Lollipop"!

The Coup De Grace, however, was Mistress proudly extolling 'Sally- Ann's' extraordinary talent to 'fluff' the numerous real men she brought home and to thoroughly clean her pussy after they had filled it with their cream! "Sally-Ann can take any size rammer and swallow it deep down his throat! I mean, swallow it right down to the root. I've almost lost a couple of lovers to his talented mouth! But...he does get them hard in a hurry!" She was grinning from ear to ear. 'Sally-Ann' was beside herself in abject humiliation! 'Mistress Dominique' left no doubt that she considered 'Sally-Ann' to be nothing more than a totally sissified male; unworthy of being even remotely female!

After they left us I exclaimed to Mary, "It's fascinating that he can swallow a whole cock down his throat like that. That sissy could be a sword swallower in a circus."

"Dani-Girl, it's not that difficult! I do it to you all the time...and, I adore it! Once a girl gets a taste of hot, gooey boy- cream shooting deep into her throat...well, all I can say is, it's positively addicting! Janelle and I could teach you...if you'd like to learn, that is!"

"Now there's an offer I'm finding very difficult to refuse! I mean...I've only tasted my own cum so far...oh yeah...and Janelle's...oh yeah...and Emily's and Nicole's!" I added, with just a tinge of embarrassment.

"Every girl should know how to take man-meat deep into her throat! I think it's one of the sexiest things she can do...and, such a huge turn-on!"

As if on cue, Janelle climbed the steps to our throne. "What's a huge turn-on, girlfriends?"

"Danielle wants to learn to deep-throat!" Mary said matter of factly. "How's about coming home with us tonight. I'll bet by morning she'll be just as addicted as we are!" Mary had a lurid grin on her face. Janelle was licking her lips salaciously. With that settled, we finished off the last of the Dom Perignon with toasts to the rapidly expanding horizons of our partnership.

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Two hours later we had all 'slipped into something more comfortable' and were lounging on Mary's king-size. Mary was patiently stroking Janelle's rock-hard ten-incher. She instructed me to pay close attention as she slowly lowered her lips over the very tip, slathering it with her saliva. She lifted up briefly to explain that when Janelle's cock-head barely touched the entrance to her throat; the gag reflex, as she put it, she would start swallowing. "Swallowing in advance makes taking it past the gag reflex much easier; sort of like swallowing a handful of vitamins. Of course, Lover, you have to remember to breathe through your nose!" she teased. "Watch my throat muscle start to work Janelle's tool and, once I get it past my gag reflex, touch my throat and feel her beautiful cock sliding up and down my gullet."

She went down on Janelle and I paid very close attention. The way she began swallowing when only a mere three inches of man-meat was in her mouth and the way the remaining seven inches disappeared shortly thereafter made it appear easy. I tentatively touched Mary's throat. As Janelle's cock slid deep I could feel its entire length. Mary placed her hand over mine and squeezed my fingers around her throat. I got the hint and started jacking Janelle from the outside. Mary was humming delightedly. Janelle was moaning ecstatically! When Mary pulled her mouth away I could see that she had left Janelle's cock streaked with lipstick.

"That's another thing, Lover. Always leave traces of your lipstick on your lover! It's sooo romantic!"

Janelle looked like she was about to explode. "Now you give it a try, Partner?" She was breathing heavily. I knew exactly how she felt.

I lowered my mouth without hesitation and took her gorgeous caramel-colored shaft between my lips. She was drooling a torrent of pre-cum. That served to spur me on.

"Swallow, Danielle, swallow! That's it! Start breathing through your nose! Good girl!" Mary encouraged.

Janelle was also encouraging. "Oooh, that feels good, Danielle! You do have a natural talent!"

Her cock barely touched the back of my throat and I backed off, gagging and coughing.

"That's okay, Sweetie, try again. You're doing great!"

My second and third attempts met with the same result. 'Was I ever gonna master this art?' I worried.

I lowered my mouth for my fourth assault. I was determined! Mary implored me to take a deep breath through my nostrils just before Janelle's cock head reached my gag reflex. That helped! Swallowing in advance of the onslaught and breathing deeply through my nostrils in anticipation was the solution! I felt Janelle's helmet slip past the opening of my throat and begin its decent downwards. I continued swallowing, as I had seen Mary do, and felt my throat muscles gripping and massaging Janelle's shaft. Mary was feeling my throat; gently squeezing Janelle; jacking her off. Janelle was delirious!

The feeling of power I felt was indescribable! I wanted to keep her in my throat forever! I continued ministering to her rigid shaft with my throat muscles while sliding up and down its full length. I spent considerable time 'working' the sensitive underside of her helmet. "Oooh, I'm gonna cummm...I'm gonna cummm!" she squealed.

"Danielle, slide your lips back to the helmet!" Mary was acting like a movie director. "Let her fill your mouth!"

I did...and Janelle did...and she began filling my mouth with her creamy girly-boy goo. She came in quarts! By the time her ejaculation subsided my cheeks were bulging. I slipped my lips from her rod, all the while maintaining a tight seal. I didn't lose a drop of that pearly cream! They both giggled as they watched me swirl Janelle's cummy snowball around the inside of my mouth. I eagerly pressed my mouth against Janelle's and shared. Mary pressed her mouth against mine and I shared some more. I swallowed the one- third of the load that remained. It was yummy!

"You were fantastic, Danielle!" Janelle proclaimed as she hugged me tightly. "Some people never master the fine art of 'deep throat'! You managed to perfect the art your first time! Unbelievable!"

Mary chimed in, "I'm so proud of you, Lover! I can't wait to show off your new-found talent to Emily and Nicole!"

"Huh?"

"Dani-Girl when word gets around, your mouth is gonna be in serious demand!" She predicted with an air of absolute authority. "I'm gonna love sharing you with all our friends!" Did I mention yet that Mary doesn't have a jealous bone in her body?

Janelle had already lowered her mouth to my rampant cock. She expertly slid it deep down her throat and worked me like a piccolo. The velvety texture of her throat had me in the throes of ecstasy in seconds. Each time I felt I was about to explode she backed off and squeezed the base of my cock with her hand. She wasn't gonna let me cum! She rose up and handed me off to Mary's gaping lips. The two of them played me like a Stradivarius for the next thirty minutes. I was still wearing my bra; Doctor Busty's orders! But I was cupping my tits and squishing my nipples continuously. The combined sensation of my hands on my tits and their mouths on my cock was dizzying!

After what seemed an eternity, they graciously allowed me relief. To my astonishment they expertly caught each and every one of the hundred or so stringy, gooey globs...or so it seemed...which my spasming cock propelled into their gaping mouths. They shared with one another and then with me. Double yummy! Any recriminations I had about resigning from my lucrative job quickly dissipated. This was gonna be one hellacious partnership!

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Monday morning found me at the club bright and early. Old habits are hard to break. I'd always been the first one in the office and the last to leave. Besides, I was anxious to delve into the financial records of the club. Mary and Janelle decided on a shopping spree and said they'd meet me at the club later in the day. Other than me, the only ones there were the 'prep staff' in the kitchen. As I passed through I was greeted warmly. I got more than a few appreciative stares as the oh-so-gay staff eyed my cute pleated rayon, fire-engine red, flippy skirt, skin tight lacey cropped tank top, and four inch strappy sandals. It seemed that their roving eyes couldn't decide which was more enticing; my huge tits trying to burst their way out of my top, my sparkling diamond belly-button pendant, or my long and slender legs – no nylons today - which were on full display from mid-thigh. Then again, maybe it was my Tresor perfume which was a very pleasant contrast to the odors of all the cleaning chemicals.

I made my way down to the inner sanctum where I began pulling files; monthly reports, annual reports, bank statements, and tax returns. In the two years since Mary and Janelle had operated the club they had averaged almost two and a half million dollars a month! After expenses and taxes their net profit was over a million a month; fifteen million a year! They had never solicited investment guidance, opting to stash their profits in numerous government-insured bank accounts. The paltry amount of interest paid by the banks was sickening. Whoever was doing their taxes didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground!

Several dozen phone calls later I had moved two thirds of the thirty million into a potpourri of stocks, bonds, and various market funds which, if my record of success to date held true to form, would double our money each year! I contacted a lawyer friend and had him prepare documents which gave Mary and Janelle seventy percent, five percent for employee 'benefits' and twenty-five percent for me; five million a year for me, seven million for each of them and a million for our employees! All we had to do was insure was that the crowds kept coming...and that was on auto- pilot!

I called Doctor Busty and put her on a retainer, effective immediately, with an opening deposit of five hundred thousand. Her instructions were simple: do whatever any employee wanted. I purchased a comprehensive health plan which would take effect once the entire staff had undergone physical exams. I also made arrangements with the fleet manager of a local dealership to provide new and used cars for our staff. The club would pay cash for the vehicles and staff would re-pay the cost at no interest. Finally, I set up a separate account for Butch Cassidy which insured his future and his future loyalty to the club.

By the time I had finished it was five pm. I hadn't eaten since my early morning bowl of cereal and black coffee. I ordered a grilled salmon plate from Jose, our master chef. Fifteen minutes later there was a soft knock on the door to my office.

Alana came in carrying a serving tray. She was demure as could be and clad in a spectacular French Maid uniform! "Mary called earlier and instructed me to be sure you were well taken care of, Miss Danielle." She smiled coyly as she bent at the waist to set the tray on a small dining table near my desk. Her ruffled white satin panties, black garter belt, and shiny black nylons were a delight to my tired eyes.

As she turned to face me her black skirt and white petticoats swirled deliciously and exposed her lovely girl-cock which poked out of her panties through a lace-trimmed orifice. Someone had concluded that the sight of Sally-Ann's cock in a similar pair of panties last night had turned me on! "I can see you've been talking with Mary...and Janelle, as well!" I said to Alana. She had definitely excited me the first time I saw her perform as the quintessential Catholic School-Girl in that marvelous sketch. As a French Maid she was irresistible!

"Miss Danielle, why don't you enjoy your meal? I'll come back and serve you dessert in a bit." She giggled. "Mary did insist I treat you properly. Besides, she told me all about your new talents! I can't wait to see for myself! Just call the kitchen when you're ready for me."

It didn't surprise me in the least that Mary would make the staff available to me. She and Janelle had hinted and even stated outright that many 'pleasures' awaited! Now I knew it was true. I ate a leisurely lunch while I reviewed my plans. I re-touched my make-up, adding an extra coat of glossy red lipstick before I phoned the kitchen.

Alana was beside me in a flash. Her short skirt barely reached the tops of her stockings. She smiled down at me as I placed my hands on each cheek of her bubble-ass and pulled her hips toward me. She hiked her skirts to her waist as an accommodation. My ruby-red lips engulfed her five-inch boy-clit and swallowed it to the root.

The lessons I had learned last night served me well. I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation as her velvety tool slid into my throat. I bobbed up and down and she humped back and forth. I could feel her beginning to pulsate. I encouraged her efforts by massaging her shaft with the muscles in my throat. She rewarded me with a gush of sweet-tasting pearly goo which filled my mouth to the brim. As I swirled it in my mouth like a fine wine, she crouched down so we were face to face and kissed me. We shared the gooey cum for several moments before swallowing it deep into our tummies. She hugged me tightly, cleared away the dishes, and left me to my work.

Twenty minutes later Mary and Janelle came in with a flourish! They were actually glowing with excitement. "Did you enjoy your desert, Lover?" She asked coyly.

"You know I did, you kinky little devil! Are there no secrets in this place?" I moaned. "Have you two been shopping all this time? What did you buy...Maybe something pretty for me?" I hinted.

"Actually, Dani-Girl, we bought everything for you! You're gonna love it all!" Janelle chimed in.

"Are you finished here? It's late. We ought to go home and change for tonight. You do have enough energy left for tonight, don't you?"

"I wouldn't miss it! And, yes, I'm all finished here." I gathered all the files and folders I had generated and packed them into a file cabinet.

"What's all that stuff?" Janelle asked.

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On the way back to my place I outlined all I had accomplished. When they heard the projections and the plans for our staff they were ecstatic! Even though they had 'lost' tons of money by not investing properly for the past two years, I assured them we'd make it all up, and more, in no time. These two ladies knew how to run a 'four-star' gay bar but had no idea how to manage their finances.

Back at my condo they enthusiastically dragged me into my bedroom. "I hope you don't mind, Lover, but I made a just a few teeny-weenie changes." Mary was bubbling over.

'Teeny-weenie' my ass! All my bedroom furniture had been replaced. In place of my old king-size bed was a lovely cream-colored four poster, gilded with gold, with a lace and ruffled canopy. A cream and pink satin comforter covered the cream satin sheets. A matching dust ruffle skirted the base. There was a matching triple dresser and vanity set. Janelle dramatically opened my closet. No traces of Dan remained! A virtual treasure of stylish girly-girl dresses, skirts, tops, nighties, and shoes had replaced my now useless old wardrobe!

"We didn't think you'd be needing your old clothes so we donated them." Mary explained, with a sheepish grin. "We were right, weren't we, Danielle?"

It was a rhetorical question which I answered with a big hug and a wet, tonguey kiss. "You did great, Sweetheart! I know I'm gonna love all this!"

"Wanna see what we bought?" Janelle asked.

"Nope!" I declared, to their mutual surprise. "It'll be more fun having a new adventure-in-dressing everyday!"

"And, by the way, just in case you're wondering, you have another complete wardrobe waiting for you at my place!" Mary squealed. "No more overnighters needed!" She was like a kid in a candy store.

"I hope you don't mind, Danielle, but I took the liberty of stashing a few of my things in your guest room. I have a feeling I'll be spending a lot of time here." Janelle said, with a grin on her face.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Partner!" I happily exclaimed.

"Now that we've settled that let's shower and get ready." Mary declared.

The shower lasted a little longer than we planned. I think we could have spent the whole night in there; lathering, caressing, massaging, stroking, fingering, sucking, and fucking! Mary took the initiative by dropping to her knees and gobbling my cock to the root! While Janelle manhandled my boobs, Mary bobbed up and down until, seconds later, I exploded a load of cummy cream deep into her throat. I was shaky but managed to squat and swallow Janelle's massive tool. I could feel her begin to pulsate and couldn't wait to feel her silky goo sliding down my gullet. Instead she pulled her delicious lollipop away. I moaned. She said, "Let's try something different, Baby."

I looked at Mary. She had the proverbial cat-who-ate-the-canary look on her face. I knew better than to argue. "Down on all fours, Lover!" She commanded. "On the outside you look as beautiful as any woman I've ever known. Now it's time to make you just as beautiful on the inside! When Janelle gets through you're gonna know what it feels like to really be a woman!"

I looked over my shoulder to see Janelle lathering her enormous ten-inch doodle and licking her lips with the same lusty look Mary always had just before she gobbled me down her throat. I knew what was coming and wiggled my ass seductively; signaling her welcome invasion. I couldn't wait to have her bust my cherry. She fingered my boy-pussy, lubricating it with generous gobs of gardenia-scented bubbly. I felt the tip of her ramrod tickling my entrance and shoved backward, impaling myself to the hilt in one smooth, effortless thrust!

I felt my pussy expand wider than I would have ever believed then snap back a bit once her massive mushroom passed the initial resistance as it conformed to the two-inch circumference of Janelle's clitty-cock! The feeling was exquisite; I was tingling from head to toe; and she hadn't even started to pump me! She just remained still while I adjusted to this newest sensation! Water was raining down from the shower heads yet I still felt myself perspiring! I slowly started rotating my hips and clenching my boy- pussy. I could feel every millimeter of her luscious tool tickling and caressing the inner walls of my love canal!

Janelle took my gyrations as a signal. She began a slow and deliberate pumping. Each time she grazed my prostate I thought I was gonna faint. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more she increased her speed, sending me to even higher fits of passion. I was squealing girlishly, giddy with the knowledge that Mary's prediction had indeed come true. I felt the way every other woman must have felt on the occasion of her first time!

I felt movement underneath me. I opened my eyes to find myself staring at Mary's magnificent gaping pussy. I lowered my face and buried my tongue as deep as I could. I wanted to crawl inside and lick her uterus, her fallopian tubes, and her ovaries! She raised her legs over my shoulders and I jammed my tongue into her backdoor-pussy. She squirmed, she squealed, she screamed! Janelle had reached maximum velocity. I thought her testes were gonna get whiplash! Mary was cuming for the third time – or was the tenth? – I lost count!

I felt the flood of Janelle's cock-cream filling my innards with the force of a river raging out of control! I repeatedly clamped down on her softening clitty in an instinctive attempt to suck every last gooey drop into my no-longer virgin hole! I collapsed onto Mary's breasts and sucked her titties until Janelle slipped naturally from my grasp with a squishy plop! The floral-scented douche they used to clean me out was sooo refreshing and a pleasant diversion from the Menthol gel they smeared in me afterwards.

Dressing, make-up, and hair-styling were anti-climactic after that glorious shower! I was even starting to get the hang of managing my waist-length hair. I felt as sexy as I had ever felt and chose my lingerie accordingly. With a generous dollop of menthol jelly to keep my anal ring pleasantly tingling, compliments of Mary, and my gaff securely in place I opened my lingerie drawer for the first time. The first garment I selected was an emerald-green satin garter belt trimmed in delicate black lace. I attached a pair of Barely Black Silk Reflections to the six thin garters.

My boy-pussy was really heating up now! Mary and Janelle were watching me intently, obviously overjoyed to see me as giddy as a schoolgirl as I picked out just the right stuff. I found a pair of pure silk French tap panties and a bra to match my garter belt. I gave my protruding nipples a couple of firm pinches as I settled my D-cups into the half cups of my bra. The tops of my areolas were exposed. To my delight there was a matching silky chemise which settled seductively at the lacey hem of my panties. I felt like a princess!

I padded to my closet. The very first gown I saw was the one! The ankle-length emerald green strapless sheath was slit to mid-thigh and fit me like a second skin after I slid up the side zip. Mary showed me how to remove the satin straps from my bra but it and my gown still provided all the support I would need. The low cut bodice left little to the imagination as my deep and inviting cleavage would certainly draw immediate attention. I spied the matching five-inch stiletto strappy sandals and sat at my new vanity before slipping them onto my size five tootsies. Mary and Janelle loaded me down with just about every diamond bauble in my jewelry box. I made a mental note to have a very strong safe installed.

Janelle looked gorgeous in her 'hostess uniform'; another of her signature full-length gowns. Tonight's selection was a lacey full- skirted affair in black with sewn in petticoats. Mary's knee-length lavender cocktail dress was also full-skirted and flared delightfully over the frothy white petticoat she wore underneath. She and Janelle donned mink stoles and lovely clutch purses which matched their gowns. They both started giggling when they saw the jealous look on my face.

"Oh Honey, you don't have a wrap! Whatever are you gonna do?" She mocked me. "Janelle, see if you can find something in her closet. The poor girl can't go outdoors without something to keep her pretty shoulders warm!"

Janelle walked into my closet and several seconds later came out carrying the most exquisite pure-white Ermine stole! She graciously placed it over my shoulders. It was sooo soft! I couldn't keep from running my hands all over it! I hugged Janelle and I hugged Mary and I hugged my new Ermine!

"Oops! Almost forgot!" Mary squealed with glee, as she handed me an emerald-green sequined clutch purse. "You can't forget your purse, Lover." I checked its contents and saw all the make-up, perfume, and other paraphernalia which would get me through the evening. Mary and Janelle had thoughtfully supplied a mini-tube of menthol and Q-tips!

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We arrived at Kings and Queens fifteen minutes before opening. Janelle had settled in at the hostess station and Mary and I were at our table surveying the incoming throng. I switched on the monitor to check out the hustle and bustle backstage. Alana must have seen the red light in the camera come on 'cuz she looked up and waived as she dipped into the most delightful curtsey.

Oh, my! She was wearing the very same French Maid costume she had worn when she served me lunch! I couldn't wait to see the sketch which would most certainly highlight that luscious creation! She hiked her skirt and fluffy petticoat just to show off her little doodle which was poking out lasciviously through the lace-trimmed opening in her ruffled panties. I jiggled the camera back and forth to let her know 'message received'. She winked and laughed.

As I sipped on my first vodka gimlet of the evening I reflected back over the past three weeks. In an unimaginably short period I had fallen in love...I mean, truly fallen in love...for the first time in my life! I had transformed myself, at Mary's insistence to be sure, into a 'babe' of porn-model dimensions! I had become a partner in a venture which had made me an instant millionaire! And to think, it was all because this guy...this guy I used to know...walked into a bar!

© Simonne Danielle 2007

simonnedanielle@hotmail.com

Author's Note: I wrote this story in 2006 with the working title: "Dani and Mary - A Love Story". I didn't really like the title. After being hit by that lightening bolt I changed the title. I really liked the new title a lot. Then I did a Super Search on FM and, lo and behold, there was Julie O's offering, "So, A Man Walks Into A Bar...", posted 4-9-07. I hesitated to use my new title which so closely resembled hers. After reading Julie O's story, I realized there is no similarity between the two and made the decision to use the title I liked best. Julie O is one of my favorites and her body of work has inspired me. Maybe it's true..."Great minds really do think alike"! (SD)