Luk in a Lincoln

“Park it in a safe, remote area, please. A girl wants to feel safe.” The voice was soft and deep, with an alluring foreign accent. The figure was small, shapely, with long, black hair, a China-doll face, and a slinky crystal-beaded-covered spaghetti-strapped top, buttoning down from the cleavage split, above a matching, tight, miniskirt—a figure that sparkled in the light beams projecting out from the arena building and so petite that “handle with care” was the first thing that came to mind. But “in command, don’t mess with me, firecracker” was the second. The perfect, shapely legs descended into red stiletto heels. She was holding up keys to a sleek black Lincoln Continental sedan. A fat, middle-aged man was standing by the car with his hand on the derriere of a nearly matching sweet Asian beauty to the one holding up the keys with manicured, blood-red, long fingernails.

The responding young valet parking attendants at Philadelphia’s Wells Fargo Center’s parking lot, Phil, Jeff, and Cory, stood there with their tongues hanging out. The sweet little thing was sex on wheels.

The “sweet little thing” was a nineteen-year-old T-Girl half Filipina, half South Carolinian prostitute named Luk from an exclusive Devil’s Pocket male brothel, joining another T-Girl in escorting a naughty philandering Detroit manufacturer to a humongous New Year’s Eve banquet and dance in Philadelphia’s basketball arena. The manufacturer had spent the afternoon fucking the Filipino trans boys at the brothel and was bringing them to show them off to strangers at a New Year’s Eve party he hoped no one else would recognize him at. He sure wanted everyone to ooh and aah over the two exotic honeys he’d paid big bucks for and had been fucking, however.

“Sure thing, miss,” Phil said. He’d caught how the key dangler wanted to be addressed.

Luk answered with a “Hide it good, boys, and there will be a special-treat tip.”

The young car valets stood and watched the trio walk off toward the arena center, the fat manufacturer in the middle, palming the perfectly rounded buttocks of the T-Girls on either side of him. They didn’t pull away from him; they just wiggled their butts and thought of how much they were making to go to this party.

“Wooeee, I’d like to get me some of that,” Jeff said, giving a low whistle that Luk heard. She gave her butt a little extra shake to acknowledge the tribute.

“Me too,” Phil answered. Shy Cory, the best looker of the three, said nothing, although he gave a little strawberry-blond blush as he moved to the driver’s side of the Lincoln to drive it off.

“You heard the cutie. A remote, safe place for the car,” Phil said. He then turned to Jeff and said, “Did you notice?”

“That it was a trans boy?” Jeff asked. “Yes, I noticed.”

“Made my LeRoy lurch. She signaled her preference, which was a good thing. I never can tell how they want to be called. And you didn’t mind?”

“Not a bit. Sexy is as sexy does. That was one sweet honey. I’d like to get me a piece of that.”

“Me too,” Phil answered.

“What’s a trans boy?” Cory asked. They told him, letting him know this one obviously wanted to be called a “she,” and he blushed as he got into the Lincoln. He parked it on the other side of the lot in the shadows and by a hedge, though, just as Luk had requested.

* * * *

An hour and a half later the three car valets watched Luk click her high-heeled way back toward them. The T-Girl was swaying her hips nicely on the stiletto heels across the asphalt parking lot.

“You weren’t gone long,” Phil said, eagerly moving up to meet her.

“I was bored. I don’t want to be bored anymore. Maybe you boys won’t bore me.”

“The others aren’t coming back with you?” Phil asked. He was thrilled at the idea that she was back alone.

“The others aren’t bored,” Luk answered.

“I know what I’d like to do with her,” Jeff muttered to Cory, who was standing next to him. Cory blushed and looked down at the asphalt. Luk came up beside him and brushed his strawberry blond curls out of his eyes.

“Well, hello there, honey,” Luk said, and Cory blushed deeper. “Would you like to do me? Or maybe you’d like me to do you. It’s New Year’s. Party time.”

“I’ll go get your car,” Cory said, with a stutter.

“I’ll come with you. I want to make sure you’re getting the right one. And there’s a matter of the tip I promised. Who would be the tipper and the tippee here?”

“Hey, I’ll go with you to get the car,” Jeff broke in.

“You can all come. The more the merrier,” Luk said, strutting off in the lot. “Is it in this direction?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Phil said, as the three valets stumbled off behind her.

“I just had a grueling afternoon under a walrus,” Luk called out as she kept moving. “I need me some young cock. It’s New Year’s. I want to party.”

There was no way the three young car valets were going to stop following her now.

* * * *

They found the Lincoln in dark area next to a concrete wall, out of sight from most directions, and the T-Girl was handing out tips. The backseat door on the passenger side of the Lincoln was open and Luk, stilettos on the asphalt, was leaning into the car, bent over at the waist. Her slinky top was unbuttoned and flared, exposing her budding little breasts and rouged, for notice, nipples. Her tight skirt was off and folded over the top of the front passenger seat. Underneath she had a red silk jock strap to match the color of her stiletto heels and fingernail polish. The straps of the undergarment left her pert little buttocks free and readily accessible.

Holding her hips, Phil was standing behind Luk, hands encasing her narrow hips. His erection had split the difference between her buttocks cheeks, the cheeks blushing as he had slapped them in foreplay, and he was fucking her in long, deep slides. Luk was mewing for him and telling him what a good boy he was.

“Got me some young cock at last,” she called out. “Keep it up ’til next year, big boy.”

Phil and Jeff had flipped a coin on who was going to get his tip first. Phil had won. Cory hadn’t wanted to play that game and thus was sent to stand a few cars away and look out for anyone approaching.

In and out, in and out, Phil was fucking the T-Girl in long slides. Jeff was in the front passenger seat, on his knees, his chin pressed to the T-Girl’s folded skirt, watching the action. He licked his lips, and stroked the cock he had hanging out of his fly. “Give it to her. Give it to her good. But save some for me. Me next,” he murmured as he stroked, holding himself in check, not wanting to fire off without a T-Girl assist.

They’d asked Luk how old she was and were dismayed when she answered “Nineteen.” That encouraged them. She looked young enough that they felt they had to ask. They were too far into it to stop no matter what she answered. They just didn’t mention it again and tried to conveniently forget. “Well, she said she was Filipina,” Jeff said, as if that made a difference—trying to write the T-Girl’s visual age off. It certainly didn’t make the sweet little thing less sexy and desirable.

Moving his hands from Luk’s hips to palming her small breasts and thumbing the nipples, Phil leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Still bored?”

“Not in the least,” she answered. “Bore into me more, big boy. Bore me good with that young dick of yours.” and so he did, moving quickly to an ejaculation. Pulling out of her, ripping the spent condom off his cock, and throwing it under the car, he called out “Next!”

“Well, hello, honey,” Luk said, as Phil and Jeff changed places. Wanting his own special fuck, Jeff turned the T-Girl on her back on the backseat, bringing her buttocks to the edge. Her legs were raised and spread outside of the back door of the Lincoln, the toes of her red stiletto heels pointed to the New Year’s Eve stars in the clear sky. The T-Girl gasped as Jeff, significantly thicker than Phil was, slid inside and stretched her anal channel. “Fuck, you’re a big boy,” Luk exclaimed. She wasn’t complaining. Sliding a hand under the cup of her red silk jock strap, Luk fisted herself and started to beat herself off. “Work me, baby,” she called out. “Work me hard.”

Jeff worked her hard. He stroked inside her with his thick cock as Luk stroked herself off with her hand. Leaning into the car, Jeff latched onto the T-Girl’s nipples and sucked the rouge off them, as Luk arched her back, moaned, and whispered encouragements.

“Like that, do you?” Jeff growled.

“Oh, baby, baby, you’re so fuckin’ good,” the T-Girl murmured. “And so fuckin’ big. Young cock. Fuckin’ good young cock. We get so little young cock at the house. Happy New Year’s to me.”

“I never get ass pussy as young as you,” Jeff countered, with a laugh. The laugh was a bit nervous, though, as he thought of just how young Luk might be.

The two came closely together.

Sitting on the edge of the seat, legs outside the car, Phil and Jeff drew back from the Lincoln into the greater darkness, as if shrinking from what had just transpired and the maybe age of the T-Girl they had just done. They readjusted their baskets and closed their flies. Cory remained standing off at a short distance, looking embarrassed. Luk buttoned up the front of her top and said, “What about him? Sorry to say it, boys, but he’s the best-looking of you all. Doesn’t he have a cock?”

“He’s just shy,” Phil said. He could have said that, though gay, Cory wasn’t a top, but he hoped “shy” would cover it. Phil and Jeff were close friends. Cory was a bit of the man out in the threesome and was here, brought in by Phil, to give the two friends sport in some car in the parking lot if the exotic T-Girl hadn’t descended on them. “It’s a bit complicated driving off the lot from here. You want one or all of us to go with you to the exit?”

“Oh, I can’t take this car,” Luk said. “It’s not mine. And I don’t drive. Well, not often.” She looked over at Cory, who blushed again. “Usually I’m the one being driven—like you two studs just did.”

“Not yours? You don’t drive?”

Luk turned toward Jeff with a “you’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you?” look on her face. “I’m nineteen. Of course I don’t own a Lincoln Continental. And I don’t have a license to drive one either. Can one of you call me a cab?”

“I’ll drive you home.” The voice was tentative and came from a distance. Cory. “We all aren’t needed here again until well after midnight and people start coming out of the arena. If you don’t live far—”

“Just over in Devil’s Pocket. You have a car?”

“There’s this Lincoln,” Cory answered. “We wouldn’t be gone long. We have the keys.”

“Sounds good to me, honey,” Luk answered.

* * * *

“Don’t tell me you can’t find it,” the huffy fat Detroit manufacturer bellowed. The cute little Filipina T-Girl stroked his forearm, trying to keep him from making a scene. “Where the fuck did you put my Lincoln Continental?” the man yelled at Phil. “It’s rented. You’d better not have put a dent in it.”

“I stuck my dick in it,” Phil muttered to himself, as concerned, though, as the fat guy was that the Lincoln wasn’t back on the lot.

Jeff was off getting a car for the growing line of partygoers streaming out of the arena. It was 1:30 New Year’s morning. The two car valets were having trouble keeping up with the flow. They were shorthanded now.

In an upstairs bedroom in a male-only brothel in Devil’s Pocket, a groaning Cory was on his back, on a bed, his wrists tied to the headboard, his back arched in response to what was happening to him, a look of sheer pleasure on his face as he murmured, “Yes, yes, yes, just like that,” over and over again.

The black Lincoln Continental was parked outside the brothel.

He was naked. So was the T-Girl, Luk, who was kneeling between Cory’s thighs, knees pressed under the handsome hunk’s buttocks, raising the car valet’s pelvis to provide an ideal penetration angle. Cory had his legs raised and spread under his own power, as Luk stroked Cory’s cock with one hand and had three fingers of the other hand penetrating the young man’s ass channel. Luk’s hard cock was thrust between the fingers and she was fucking Cory vigorously.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, sweetie?” Luk asked as she fucked the hunk.

“Yes, ma’am. Oh, shit, yes ma’am,” Cory groaned, arching his back and moving his hips in the rhythm of the fuck.

“You’re not bored or shy now, are you, baby? You just needed a little domination. Happy fuckin’ young cock New Year’s, darlin’.”

“No, ma’am, I’m not bored. Happy fuckin’ big New Year’s cock to you too,” Cory responded. He’d come on this car-parking gig assuming he’d have to take Phil’s and Jeff’s cocks while everyone was in the arena feeding their faces. Instead, he was being pumped by this exotic Filipina with a man’s shaft. Oh, happy New Year’s to him.

He was waving his feet in the air, pointing his toes toward the ceiling. He was wearing Luk’s red stiletto heels.