I woke up early that morning feeling homesick, so I decided to go for a walk and think things through. Quietly, I got dressed, grabbed my fanny pack, left the apartment, and walked a few blocks until I found a nice little park. I sat down on a bench, pulled out my phone, unblocked my sister's and mother's numbers, took a deep breath, and began reading through the torrent of messages my mother had sent me.
She went on about how she wasn't going through this again and that she and my dad had decided he would take me in for a while because she needed a break. I groaned, hating the thought of living outside Lodi on a grape vineyard with my dad and his lover, who never went anywhere farther than Sacramento. It was boring and unbearably hot. They did have a pool, but that was about the only thing going for it.
Still, it was better than living on the streets in my hometown, so I figured it might be the best option. The downside was taking a Greyhound bus. I had made that trip before with my sister, and it was two days of pure torture. Sleeping on the bus was nearly impossible. My mother said she already had the ticket and that I needed to contact her as soon as possible.
I stood up, took a deep breath, and decided to head home without calling anyone.
As I walked back, my thoughts drifted toward cock and hot sex. and the possibility of finding someone attractive. Being newly out of the closet had given me a fresh outlook on life, and I found myself noticing things I might have ignored before.
I hadn't planned on lingering during my walk; I just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. Still, I couldn't help noticing the drivers passing by. My constant staring caught the attention of a few men, and some of them followed me for several blocks. They looked old enough to be in their nineties, though, and I was hoping for someone a little younger, so I ignored them and kept walking.
Then someone honked.
I looked around and saw D parked across the street, waving me over and He looked serious.
I waited for traffic to clear, crossed the street, and walked over to his window. He looked at me and said, "Carlton needs to talk to you right away, so hop in."
I immediately wanted to see Carlton, so I hurried around to the passenger side, but the door was locked. When I tried the handle again, D rolled down the window and said scolding me to get my ass in the back seat instead.
So I opened the rear door and climbed in. As soon as I sat down, he said, "Don't talk. Just listen. You don't just disappear without telling someone where you're going slut. It looks suspicious. And you don't want me looking for you."
I fearfully nodded quietly.
The rest of the ride passed in silence as we headed back toward Carlton's apartment. My nerves grew worse the closer we got.
When we arrived, D let me out, and I hurried inside. A moment later, the buzzer sounded, and I entered the building, took the elevator up, and found Carlton waiting in the hallway with his arms open.
I hugged him, and he stepped back, looking me up and down.
"Girl, we need you to get ready right away. A big client saw your pictures and wants to meet you in an hour."
I simply nodded and followed him inside.
The moment the apartment door closed, I heard Chanel talking. I wondered how she'd gotten there so quickly and worried she might be upset that I'd left without telling her where I was going. Instead, she walked up carrying a bundle of clothes and simply said, "Follow me. We don't have much time. You have a date in an hour, so you need a shower, and we need to do your makeup."
Reluctantly, I followed her into the bathroom.
She turned on the shower, and I stepped in while she talked nonstop about the client. Apparently, he'd gone crazy when he'd seen my picture. When I asked which picture, she couldn't tell me. She just kept talking about how rich and handsome he was and how lucky I was that he'd chosen me.
I wasn't feeling particularly enthusiastic. I was sore all over and still homesick, even though I was only across the street from my own apartment.
When I finished showering, everything was already laid out for me. I sat down, eyeing the clothes she'd chosen. They looked more like pink lingerie than an outfit, and the black heels were incredibly high.
"Wow," I said softly. "Those are high heels. Are those stilettos?"
She smiled.
"Don't worry. You won't be on your feet very long."
Then she went to work on my makeup.
As she continued complimenting my appearance, she paused to admire my face, telling me how naturally feminine my cheekbones and jawline were. She smiled, saying they gave me a soft, delicate look that many people would envy. Hearing that should have made me feel confident, but instead my mind was drifting somewhere else.
The more I thought about everything that had happened, the more uneasy I became. I started realizing they were using me. I'd done everything they'd asked, yet I hadn't seen a single dime. All the compliments and constant praise suddenly felt less like kindness and more like manipulation, keeping me cooperative while everyone else seemed to be benefiting.
By the time I left the room, my mind was made up. I began quietly forming an escape plan. The first real opportunity I got, I was going to leave—and once I did, I intended to get as far away from them as possible, without looking back.
The thought made me restless.
Everything was moving too fast, and I felt like I was losing control of the situations.
Finally, Chanel stepped back and admired her work.
"Oh my God," she said. "You look amazing. You're so cute and hot, Crissy."
I stood and faced the mirror.
The moment I saw my reflection, all my fears and doubts vanished.
She was right.
I had never looked so good in my life.
"Holy shit," I said. "I'm never taking this off."
She laughed, but I was completely serious.
The person staring back at me felt like someone entirely new. She looked confident, beautiful, and capable of becoming anything she wanted to be. Suddenly, everything seemed different.
I turned and hugged Chanel.
She smiled, sat me back down, and said, "Now let's fix that hair."
When she was finished, she handed me the clothes and led me down the hallway nude into a beautiful bedroom with its own balcony. Everything was perfectly arranged.
"Oh my God," I said. "This room is gorgeous."
She closed the door and pointed around the room.
"There are a few rules. Don't touch anything except the bed. Don't use the sheets, don't touch the pillows, and don't go under the covers. I want everything to stay exactly the way it is. If there's any mess, don't worry about it. There are fresh towels available."
Then she added, "Your date's name is Shawn. He likes petite, submissive sissies. I know you're naturally submissive, but I want you to be extra sweet tonight. And afterward, I have a surprise for you. Get dressed and wait for him. He won't be long."
With that, she left.
I examined the lingerie she'd chosen. It was a complete set: a robe, garter belt, stockings, bra, and thong. The thong looked impossibly small, but somehow everything fit perfectly except the robe, which was a little loose.
Once dressed, I stretched out on the bed and looked around for signs of hidden cameras. I couldn't find any.
After a while, I felt ridiculous posing on the bed, so I got up, opened the curtains, and stepped out onto the balcony.
To my surprise, I could see my apartment from there.
Leaning against the railing, I rested my head on my folded arms and stared across at my condo, suddenly feeling homesick all over again.
Then a deep voice spoke behind me.
"Don't move. Stay exactly like that, baby girl."
I froze.
Slowly, I looked over my shoulder.
Standing in the doorway was the man of my dreams.
And instantly, I felt a blush spread across my entire body as I squeaked out a shy "Hi" and remembered to be submissive so I said,
" I am very pleased to meet you sir" as he bent down behind my ass and caressed my cheeks saying "damn you have a vicious ass baby girl ! ...you have to let me take a picture angel..",
I giggled and nodded my head. Holding a small, expensive camera, he said, "Don't move."
He took a few shots, then dropped down, caressing my legs and kissing my ass cheeks before standing back up and taking a step away, leaving me breathless.
"Wow, you are so petite, with absolutely drop-dead legs! Well, let's have a look at my new hot friend now that her perfect ass and I have met."
Blushing, I stood up and turned around, looking deep into his dreamy eyes while striking my best pose. He took a few more photos and said, "Wow, you are gorgeous. Your pictures don't do you justice, girl."
Then he asked me to tell him a little about myself. Taking my hand, he led me to the bed. I bent down and unstrapped my heels, telling him a bit about myself as I carefully placed them on the rug. Then I climbed onto the bed, making sure I appeared dainty and submissive.
I watched, softly gasping to myself, as the godlike man standing before me got undressed and crawled between my trembling legs. He worked his way up my body before pulling off my panties and into a deep, heated kiss.
I moaned softly as I felt his warm cock against my leg, and he groaned, "Damn, I want you, Crissy. Ever since I saw your profile on TB."
Wrapping my arms around his neck and wondering what TB stood for, I softly replied, "Oh, I want you too... so bad, Shawn."
he the reared up and leaned over and opened the side table and grabbed some lube and squeezed a glob into his hand and smeared it on his cock and my ass.
And then he slipped his Lucious hot meat into my ass and hooking his right arm under my left knee and drove his cock deep while I held my breath expecting pain but instead experienced euphoria kissing his chest and nipples slipping in and out of ecstasy with each deep touch of his huge cock as I whimpered under his towering body until he hooked his arms under my knees rolling me up and began fucking me with ferocity fucking me into a mind blowing orgasm shooting my huge load into my panties!
I was in love as I sucked his nipples and pinched his juicy cock,
Rolling my hips hard wanting to please my hunk of man meat when he quickly pulled out and shot his load all over my stomach making me wish he had cum inside me.
He grabbed a hand towel and cleaned me up then looked at his watch and laid down beside me kissing me deep before he turned and laid on his back handing me the lube,
I didn't know what to do with it at first so I put some in my hand and stroked it onto his cock and then he pulled me on top saying "the other way baby girl",
so I turned straddling his legs facing his feet and then he grabbed me by my hips and pulled me onto his muscular stomach where I thought we going to do a sixty nine but then started caressing my hips and ass and directed me to lay down between his legs, so I did what he commanded and laid my cheek feeling his hot ridged cock on my belly as he continued to massage my ass saying " has anyone told you angel that you have such a delicious and fuckable ass?"
I smiled to myself saying "just you Shawn" and he chuckled as he spread my cheeks saying " sit up and scoot down baby girl",
So I sat up and shuffled so that I was over his cock knowing what was coming , he then smeared some lube on himself and said "He is all yours angel".
I reached back grabbing his cock and curling my back and rubbing his cock between my cheeks and into my ass,
letting my hips take over as my hungry ass devoured his entire hot cock holding it deep inside my ass before pulling out to the tip,
coaxed on by his deep moans I massaged his balls as a tingling shudder ran through my body as I worshiped his fat meat, he moaned saying " Damn I am so lucky to have fucked you now instead of waiting to see later you in Vegas after all the wolves got to you first!....I can tell you right now that I am looking at a superstar" before taking his hands off my hips and cupped my breast saying "once you get some nice titties that is" and chuckled,
I was hurt by the titties comment but I was more confused by the Vegas statement more than anything so I asked him "How do you know I'm going to Vegas Shawn?" and he replied " yes you wrote it on your profile page" he then squeezed my hips so I began to roll my ass moaning as I increased speed but keeping my rhythm when I began to feel my orgasm build so I started twirling my ass when his grip grew tighter so I reached down to his balls and they were tight so I began caressing his balls and stroking myself when he moaned ' oh fuck just like that baby just like that".
I moaned "oh god Shawn I want you to cum in me" my words must have sent him off because his legs tensed up so I began to bounce my ass up and down his pole until he pulled me back onto his chest gasping as I continued to twirl my ass as he came shouting " ahhhh fuccck!' real loud so I smiled to myself as I slowed to a spin milking his hot meat when he rolled me onto my side kissing me all over my neck and shoulders telling me how fucking amazing I was and pulled his long dick from my ass which I quickly covered with my hands not wanting to leak on the bedspread and he saw my predicament and threw me a fresh towel from the pile and I wiped myself clean looking down at the cumtains on my panties worrying what Channel might say as I laid back down on the bed as Shawn got dressed smiling at me he asked " So how long have you been an escort Crissy?..."The reason I ask is that you seem so innocent, yet very experienced."
I was taken aback and didn't really know what to say, so I kept my answer vague.
"Oh, not very long at all," I replied with a smile. "I just love to please."
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Chanel poked her head inside.
"Is everything alright with you guys?"
I looked at Chanel with wide eyes and mouthed the words, "I am in love," while smiling.
Shawn laughed and said, "Oh my God, Crissy is a special girl. I can't wait to see her again! Thank you, my angel, for an unforgettable experience."
He handed me two hundred dollars along with his business card.
Chanel opened the door wider and said, "Yes, Crissy is our special girl, and we're happy you were satisfied. Can I borrow Crissy for a moment?"
Shawn smiled and playfully smacked my backside as I walked past him. Barefoot, I followed Chanel to the washroom, where she had several outfits laid out for me.
"How did it go?" she asked.
"Oh, he was easy to please," I replied.
She giggled. "I know. We all heard."
Then she asked, "Are you alright to do another date?"
I agreed, but I wanted answers about Vegas and T-Baby.
Chanel explained that Carlton had created my profile and account on a transgender escort website called T-Baby. She told me we would be traveling to Las Vegas for a weekend within the next few days to meet clients who had already been booked. Apparently, that was the surprise she had been planning to tell me about.
I was surprised and immediately asked if I could see my profile, but she shook her head.
"We'll look at it after your next date."
I asked when he would be arriving.
"You'll actually be going to his place," she explained. "D will drive you there and wait outside in his car. You need to leave in about an hour."
She handed me several clothes to try on. I chose a pair of black spandex shorts and a crop top. While she touched up my makeup, I asked her about getting breast implants.
She told me I was a little young, but there were ways around some of the obstacles. Then she looked at me seriously.
"Are you sure you're serious about this?"
I nodded.
"I really want them, Chanel. I can pay for them myself. I want them as soon as possible."
She reassured me that she would speak with some of her friends and see what could be done.
A few minutes later, she hurried me out to the kitchen, where Carlton was waiting.
He clapped his hands together and grinned.
"You were a big hit with our good friend Mr. Arnault. He told me he hasn't cummed that hard in a long time!"
As he opened his arms, I stepped forward and hugged him, nuzzling into his chest and enjoying the scent of his cologne.
Holding me close, he said, "Now I need you to take care of my good friend Bruce baby girl. He's a little rough around the edges, but generally a nice, stable guy."
He paused for a moment before chuckling.
"I'm a little worried he might steal you away from Daddy."
I looked up at him and smiled. "Don't worry, Daddy. I won't leave you."
He began emptying his pockets onto the table. "You look awesome, baby girl, but you'll need something warmer to wear tonight." He removed his leather jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. "Now get that fine ass downstairs for Daddy. D is parked outside waiting for you, baby girl."
Chanel handed me my heels, and I said, "Okay, but I need to pee first!"
"Hurry up," Chanel replied. "Don't keep D waiting."
I quickly skipped off to the washroom, where I checked my reflection. I worried that my shorts were far too small and tight and that my ass was sticking out too much. It definitely showed, but the leather jacket covered it well enough. After washing my hands, I left the apartment and rode the elevator downstairs.
I was terrified that my mom might spot me. I knew she would see right through my disguise. Fortunately, it had started raining, so I covered my head with the jacket and casually walked outside without looking up toward my condo. I slipped into D's car, and he glanced back at me before plugging in his earphones and driving toward my next date.
As we drove, I started thinking of ways to escape. Eventually, I decided that after the date, I would sneak out through the back and disappear. With that plan in mind, I sat quietly and waited until we arrived.
We came to a stop in front of a large house surrounded by a tall gate. D turned to me and said, "Okay, I'll wait right here. Don't worry—you'll be safe. Just wait until someone comes to the gate."
Don't worry? I thought.
As I stepped out of the car, a light rain was still falling. I looked over the property, which resembled a compound more than a home. A moment later, someone approached the gate and called out, "Is that my chick with a dick I ordered?"
For a moment, I was too shocked to respond. Then I looked down at myself and awkwardly replied, "Ummm... not really. Not yet."
He opened the gate and waved me inside with a grin. "What do you mean, not yet? Let me take a look at your skinny ass."
Trying to play along, I smiled, opened my jacket, and struck a bashful pose.
He chuckled. "Nah, you look nothing like your profile pictures. Lift your shirt and turn around."
I stared at him in disbelief. "Lift my shirt?"
He said nothing.
Annoyed and embarrassed, I stomped my foot before reluctantly lifting my shirt and exposing my chest. Looking away, I slowly turned around.
He grunted. "Well, you're definitely a cute boy with a girl's ass, but no tits. You're no T-girl—you're just a hot little transvestite. Your pictures gave a different impression. So your name is Crissy, eh? Okay. My name's Bruce. Follow me, cutie."
His words crushed me and knocked me down a few pegs. As I awkwardly slipped off my high heels, I couldn't argue with him. In my mind, he was right—I wasn't a T-girl yet. At that moment, I felt an even stronger desire to get breast implants.
With a resigned shrug, I followed the giant man into his garage. As I got a better look at him, I quickly concluded that he was an old biker, probably in his fifties.
He looked like a roadie in his black rock T-shirt and army-green cargo shorts. The garage was a mess of toolboxes and Harleys, with a few bikes clearly being worked on. I followed him through the garage, where I could hear music playing and billiard balls cracking. I felt a little panic attack coming on, hoping there weren't too many people there.
He opened the door, and we walked into his house. My eyes immediately locked onto the lone guy playing pool. Then I noticed the house itself.
I was amazed at how clean and tidy the front room was. It looked more like an expensive hotel lounge than a home, complete with a bar, beautiful furniture, a big-screen TV, and an impressive audio system. In the middle of the room stood a brass dance pole.
We walked over to the guy playing pool.
"So, Crissy, this is Randy," Bruce said.
"Hi," I replied in a sweet voice.
"Wow... you're pretty. Are you sure this is a ladyboy?" he asked. I instinctively stepped back in shock as Randy reached toward me, cupping my balls through my tight yoga capris. His eyes searched mine before he shook his head in disbelief turning me around.
Grabbing my ass and saying, "Don't get me wrong, baby gurl—you have a nice little fuckable body, but can you handle this?" He took my hand and placed it on his crotch.
I was in shock, as I grabbed his thick cock through his jeans and looked up at him thinking that these men did not look gay at all, smiling. "Try me, Randy," I said as I stroked him.
Bruce then took my arm and pulled me away, saying, "Yeah, Randy was just leaving."
Randy grabbed his leather jacket and stood by the bar, putting it on. I watched as he left, saying, "Alright, I'm leaving. I just wanted to see if that ladyboy was for real!." He closed a laptop as he walked by and out the door.
Meanwhile, Bruce led me to a big leather sectional where he plopped himself down.
"So, take your coat off and come sit with me," he said, pointing to the standing coat rack made out of cow horns at the end of the room.
"Uh, what was your name again?" he asked.
I answered in a soft voice as I crossed the room, removing my fanny pack. "It's just Crissy."
He chuckled. "Crissy? So your real name is Chris?"
I nodded as I hung up my jacket and fanny pack then walked back to him, feeling like this guy was not into me at all.
Then he blurted out, "You know what I see?"
I stopped in front of him shyly, expecting another degrading comment.
"No... what?" I asked.
He grinned and patted his lap, so I crawled onto it. I immediately felt how thick he was through his shorts, which made me tingle as he spoke.
"I see a lost, vulnerable, effeminate little man who is being taken advantage of by my dear friend Carlton and his crew."
I looked at him, knowing that he was right.
"Yes, I know, but I don't plan to stay. And I can't help being effeminate—I was born this way."
He looked at me and said, as he pulled my top off, "And were you born submissive, or is this an act?"
He pressed his mouth against my chest sucking and flicking my nipple, making me gasp.
"I don't know. It's just me."
He moaned and groped my ass with both hands.
"You smell good. Are you clean?"
I smiled and answered softly. "Yes, I had a shower."
He chuckled.
"I mean, are you clean? Have you been fucked today?"
Not wanting the moment to end, I lied.
"No."
His hands slipped into my spandex shorts and onto my ass cheeks, making me shudder.
"So you like having sex with strange men?" he asked.
Softly, I replied, "I can't describe how much I love the sex, and the money doesn't really matter as long as I make sure they're pleased. I love to please. It's like an itch I can't scratch."
He then leaned back and said, "Show me." so I scooted down between his legs and undid his shorts and gently pulled them completely off and laid them next to him on the sofa and then slowly pulled his under wear down letting them snag and drag along his huge shaft until his big cock slapped back against his stomach,
making my mouth water as he lifted his ass and I slipped them down to his ankles and pulled them off and set them on his cargo shorts,
My eyes locked on his Lucious cock as I slinked back between his warm hairy legs and gathered up his balls in my hands,
and sucked each one into my hot wet mouth while wrapping each hand around his huge hog and started to stroke his big dick, then I made eye contact as I slowly licked and sucked every inch of his sack as he groaned, "So tell me Chris what in the whole world would you want at this moment" and I answered as I licked up his shaft
"my own pair of tits" and he chuckled saying "well you have the nipples for them alright!" while he held my head pushing me down as I sucked his cock deep into my throat,
Where I tried my hardest to take him all in but I had to back out to breath and I gagged so I stroked his cock gaining my composure while I smiled away my gag reflex as he held my cheek saying " damn that felt good baby you have me hard as a rock!" knowing that I was making him feel good made me so hard so I got back to his juicy cock rolling my tongue around the head of his cock while cupping his balls and stroking his hot meat loving every second as I tried to create a rhythm as I sucked him deeper and deeper into my throat but his cock was so big and thick,
and he could tell I was having a little trouble so he held my head with both hands slowing me down so I closed my eyes and let him fuck my face, and that way I could take him deeper and control my breathing, and it made it easier to work my hands in time with his hips and it wasn't long when his balls shrunk in my hand and he started to moan and he started to push my head down, but I held against him afraid to take him deeper and stroked him deeper with my hand as I caressed his tight balls when I detected that musky scent and I knew he was close,
So I decided to see if I could take his extra two inches of meat so I relaxed and didn't fight him anymore and let him bury his cock balls deep into my throat making him gasp and swing his hips freely as he shot his load down my throat and I let myself go limp as he slowly fucked my face and when he came to a stop I slowly pulled back swirling my tongue around his head breathing steadily as I searched for his last drop and then greedily licked my lips as he pulled me onto his lap saying "Wow! now that was one for the books I haven't hit that hard in a very long time!!!....bravo Chris!" and I gave him a big smile while softly saying " could you please call me Crystal Bruce?...I prefer it to Chris" and he chuckled for a minute and then said loudly "Okay, Crystal, do you want to grab me a beer from the bar?"
I nodded cheerfully and hopped off his lap. I grabbed my top and was about to put it on when he said, "No, baby, leave it off. In fact, take those shorts off for me, Crystal."
I told him that D was waiting for me and that I didn't want to go back with him. I asked if it was possible to sneak out the back door instead.
"Hey," he said, "if you want, you can hang out here tonight. There's a spare room, and we can get to know that perfect ass of yours."
I smiled, slipped out of the tight shorts, and did my best sexy walk to the fridge. He complimented my body and asked where I was from.
I quickly made up a story and told him that I lived in Northern California with my dad, that I had run away from home, and that I had come here to live with my sister. When that didn't work out, I couldn't stay with them anymore.
I told him I had met Carlton, who lived across the street, and that he had offered me a place to stay. I moved in with him and his girlfriend, but now I needed to get out because I was being used by them. All I was trying to do was save money for breast surgery.
He told me he had been through the process with his ex-partner and explained that I wouldn't be a candidate in the United States because of my age. I would have to be evaluated, and it was a long process.
"Well, what about Mexico?" I asked.
"Yep, that's the route we eventually took," he replied. "For you, Crystal, being eighteen and having around eight thousand dollars..."
I shrugged. "Ugh, really? That's more than a year away."
"There you go," he said. "Just keep saving, and when you're old enough, you're golden."
I went quiet for a moment before asking, "So what if I need them now? Could you help me?"
He chuckled and shook his head. "The ID is the easy part, but do you have eight grand?"
I nodded. "Every dime."
He laughed softly. "I'll tell you right now, Crystal, I wouldn't offer my help unless I thought you'd look good after the transition. You know what I mean, right? I wouldn't offer my help to just anyone. But you have the body and the feminine features , so I'll help you. You'll need to provide your ID, and I'll help get things started. You pay the costs, handle the paperwork, and set up the appointments."
I bounced excitedly on his knee and hugged him.
"Oh my God, thank you, Bruce!"
He chuckled. "Don't get so excited. You still have a lot of convincing to do."
I smiled. "What do I have to do to convince you more, Bruce?"
"The doctors and nurses, honey," he said. "You've got no clue. It's no walk in the park. You'll need to show that this is an important step for you. You'd better start practicing. You'll have to spend time there for appointments, and they'll need to run blood tests. But don't worry we will have the best doctor. Besides, I could use a vacation. I love Cancun, Mexico."
I gasped. "Is that where it is?"
He nodded, and my mind started racing. I couldn't believe this might actually happen.
I kissed his cheek and thanked him.
"You know," he said, "when Carlton first contacted me about you a few days ago, I told him I wasn't interested until I saw your pictures. The guy avoided me after that. Honestly, you have feminine features and you're very cute, so I felt like I needed to tell you a few things about Carlton and his crew."
I asked if I could see my profile. He opened the laptop on the coffee table, and he was right—it didn't look like me at all. The photos had obviously been edited, making it look like I had breasts. The photography was terrible, and I hadn't had anything to do with the bio or any of it.
"How much did they charge him for me?" I asked.
"Not a dime, so what do you say angel face you gonna hang out here with uncle Bruce?" he replied.
I sighed. "I wish I could stay, but I don't think D or Carlton would let me."
He told me he would take care of it. Then he got up, told me to relax, and turned on the television. I sat there planning the next day. I would get up early, go home, gather my identification, head to the bank for my trust fund, and then come back here.
A few minutes later, Bruce walked back into the room.
"He needs his coat," he said, "and you owe Chanel two hundred bucks. She wants her clothes back right away."
I jumped up and handed him the coat.
"Oh my God, I don't have any clothes! And that two hundred dollars was given to me—I earned it!"
He just smiled, took the clothes and the coat, and disappeared again.
I was left standing alone in the living room until he returned. He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, baby. We'll find you something to wear, and the Carlton drama is over. As long as you're with me, honey, you'll be fine."
He then led me to a rug-covered spiral staircase and into an impeccably clean hallway. Erotic gay artwork covered the walls.
I stood there as he opened the door to a room filled with boxes. He began stacking them and moving them into the hallway before telling me to wait. He then crossed the hall, disappeared into another room, and closed the door behind him while I looked around.
The room contained a dresser, a single bed, and a mattress. It felt a little eerie, but I decided to play along, knowing this would likely be my room for the night.
Bruce quickly returned carrying a pair of denim cutoffs, a belt, and a T-shirt. He said, "These may be a little big on your tiny frame, but they're all I can find at the moment. I do have some of my ex's things around here somewhere, but that will have to wait. I also have something you may need to for your consultation... For now, put these on and help me with these boxes."
I nodded and quickly got dressed. The shorts were three sizes too big, even with the belt, and the oversized T-shirt hung on me like a dress. Together, we carried boxes down to the garage and back for several trips.
After we had removed the last of the boxes, he pulled the bedding off the bed and said, "Okay, you can crash out here tonight, but I have to run out and take care of a few things. Can I take you somewhere first?"
I smiled and thanked him asked him if had time he could drop me off at my sister's place because I didn't even have a single sock let alone a pair of shoes! and he chuckled and nodded his head and we exchanged phone numbers
I played around on the stripper's pole while he got ready, quickly discovering that it was much harder than it looked. After a few clumsy spins and a lot of laughing at myself, I gave up and waited outside the garage while he backed his motorcycle out.
Once he was ready, I climbed on behind him, wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, and held on as we rode through the city streets. The ride was exhilarating, the wind rushing past us as we wove through traffic and cruised beneath the city lights. Before long, though, my bare feet began to ache on the motorcycle's foot pegs. I found myself constantly shifting them, trying to find a position that was a little more comfortable as we continued across the city.
Eventually, we reached my neighborhood, and I had him drop me off in the alley behind my building rather than out front. After giving him a quick wave goodbye, I scampered barefoot to the back entrance and slipped inside as quietly as I could. Wanting to avoid being noticed by any of my neighbors, I rode the elevator to the floor above mine, then crept down the stairwell the rest of the way before finally making it safely to my apartment door.
When I reached my apartment door, I paused and listened for a moment. Hearing nothing, I took a chance, slipped the key into the lock, and carefully opened the door. My eyes immediately went to the floor, checking for my mom's or my sisters' shoes. At first, I didn't see anything unusual.
Then, after closing the door behind me, I noticed my suitcase sitting in the closet. When I opened the closet wider, I saw one of my smaller duffel bags beside it. Opening both, I found that some of my clothes had already been packed away.
I closed the bags and walked into the kitchen, where an envelope and a note with my name on them sat on the table. I knew the envelope contained my bus ticket. Not wanting to read the note yet, I grabbed both items and headed upstairs to my room.
The first thing I noticed was a milk crate containing all of my personal belongings like my dildo, lube shooter, and my bottle of lube and my enema bulb and a beer glass with my butt plug still in it. I grabbed the crate, carried it into the washroom, and locked the door behind me.
Taking my time, I gave everything a thorough cleaning. Once I was finished, I loaded my lube shooter and set it aside. Then I filled my enema bulb with warm water, making sure I was completely cleaned up, fresh, and ready.
Then I took a long, hot shower. When I stepped out, I dried myself off, shot my ass with lube, grabbed the crate, and left Bruce's clothes scattered across the bathroom floor. Back in my room, I quickly packed everything into my backpack except the beer glass and the dildo.
Before leaving, I gathered the essentials I couldn't afford to lose: my bank book, bank card, photo ID, birth certificate, passport, and every dollar I had earned from my previous dates. I retrieved them from my book safe and my mother's room, making sure nothing important was left behind.
Next, I slipped quietly into my sister's bedroom. My anxiety was through the roof. I was terrified she might come home and catch me, but I kept telling myself that if I moved fast enough, she wouldn't notice anything missing until much later.
I changed into her black yoga top, tight black yoga capris, and a pair of flats. Then I filled my large backpack with extra shoes, jackets, tops, and pants—clothes I never would have imagined wearing before. I even packed the sexy cowgirl outfit she had worn during her trip to the Calgary Stampede, along with the ankle boots and the tiny cowboy hat that completed the look.
Once everything was packed, I carried my belongings into the stairwell, locked the apartment door behind me, and stood there for a moment. Quietly, I whispered goodbye to the home I had always known.
I hauled everything down the stairs and slipped out through the back entrance. After calling a cab, I waited nervously in the alley, feeling as though I were sitting on a bed of nails. Every passing car made my heart pound, and I couldn't shake the fear that someone would recognize me—or worse, that my sister would pull into the alley before the cab arrived.
The minutes felt like hours.
Finally, the cab rolled to a stop in front of me.
I took the cab to the Greyhound bus depot and rented a large locker to store all my stuff. After finding an empty locker, I quickly gathered all my identification and pulled out my giant 32-ounce bottle of lube. I loaded my lube shooter, stuffed it into my fanny pack, and made sure I had everything I needed.
When I opened the envelope, I found an open ticket to Lodi, California. I carefully tucked the ticket into an inside pocket of my backpack to make sure it was secure. Then I removed the envelope and note from my backpack, packed everything else into the locker, paid for the key, and locked it up.
Once I was finished, I sat down and read the note. It was the same old rant about how my dad had ruined her life. It went on with more hurtful comments, and before long I had heard enough. I stopped reading, threw the note in the trash, and slipped my passport and the rest of my identification into the envelope.
I sat there dreading the idea of living with my dad. I was afraid I would die of boredom, but at the same time, I felt like everywhere I turned in this city, someone was trying to use me. Although I enjoyed being used sexually, being kept by someone and having to follow their rules rubbed me the wrong way. As for relationships, they weren't on my mind at all.
I had a decision to make: go to California, or stay here with Bruce, go to Mexico, and possibly have breast surgery.
I decided to evaluate my financial situation. That's when I remembered the money I had withdrawn for school supplies and money I had lent my sister. Between my savings and the cash I had on hand, I only had about $6,200 altogether—roughly $1,800 short of what I would need. It was a major disappointment.
I sat there thinking things over when a security guard warned me about loitering in that area. So I moved to the public seating area.
As I sat there, I was suddenly overcome with fear. If my mother and sister were looking for me, this would be the first place they would check. And if my sister found me before anyone else did, I was convinced she would beat the shit out of me.
So I got up and took the first exit and walked a few blocks until I found a strip mall with a coffee shop. I sat down and tried to figure out what I was going to do next. and decided that I needed to make enough money through dating to get by and see how much I could earn in a week. Part of me also missed the excitement and adrenaline rush of being picked up for sex and was so horny,. I was feeling restless and distracted as I sat there with my coffee.
I got up to use the washroom and glanced in the mirror. My hair looked terrible, and my makeup definitely needed a touch-up. After quickly using the washroom, I returned to my table and suddenly remembered passing a salon a few blocks away.
Grabbing my coffee, I headed outside and walked back to the salon. It looked closed, but I tried the door anyway. It was locked. Just as I turned away, a woman appeared at the entrance and smiled before unlocking the door and letting me in.
"I'd like a haircut," I said.
"Of course. Follow me," she replied.
She led me to a sink, carefully washed my hair, and then guided me to a styling chair. Once I was seated, she asked what I had in mind.
"I'm not really sure," I admitted.
She handed me a book filled with both men's and women's hairstyles. I found myself flipping through the women's styles while she stood beside me, watching patiently.
"What do you think would suit me?" I finally asked.
She studied my face for a moment before answering.
"Because you're petite, and with the way your bangs frame your face, I think you should consider a pixie cut."
She showed me several examples before stopping at one called the Voluminous Layered Pixie.
"I want to look a little older," I confessed.
In response, she suggested coloring my hair black with a few white streaks to create a more striking, mature look.
As we talked, she looked closely at my face and added, "We also do makeup here. I can see a line along your right jaw that could be blended more evenly."
I hesitated and admitted that I probably couldn't afford a full makeover.
She smiled and said, "I'll do everything for $140."
I felt my cheeks warm and nodded shyly.
A few minutes later, she gently removed my makeup, washed my face, and prepared her tools. Then she draped a cape around my shoulders, combed through my damp hair, and began working on the transformation.
I wasn't used to how long the process took. After a while, I ran out of small talk and excuses to keep the conversation going with my beautician. What felt like hours later, she finally stepped back and announced that she was finished.
My first reaction was regret. I felt that my hairstyle and makeup didn't quite match. The makeup itself was absolutely perfect, except for my eyebrows, which she had carefully manicured. The hair, however, was going to take some getting used to.
I stared at my reflection in shock. I looked completely different. For a moment, it felt as though I was looking at a stranger in the mirror rather than myself.
Just as I was about to get up from my seat, my phone rang. It was Bruce.
"Do you have your ID?" he asked.
"Yeah, I do," I replied.
He sounded surprised.
"Okay, good. but we don't have much time. I gonna need you to bring your ID down here to the Patricia Hotel. I'll be waiting in the bar."
His sudden urgency immediately caught my attention so I paid for my make-over and called a cab to the salon still a little paranoid about my new look as I waited for my ride.
I came out to meet the cab feeling like a completely new person. As long as I didn't have a mirror in front of me, I felt like a model. I climbed into the back seat, gave the driver my directions, and noticed him giving me a strange look. It seemed like a nice look, I think. I wasn't sure what it meant, but I smiled and looked out the window as we drove.
It wasn't until we entered the rougher part of the city that I thought I understood why he had looked at me that way.
I had never been to a bar—or anywhere else—in this rundown, drug-infested district, and I felt very uneasy as the cab pulled up in front of an old, weathered hotel. I stuck out like a sore thumb as I stepped onto the sidewalk. People glanced at me as I walked toward the entrance, some with curiosity, others with obvious disapproval.
Inside, I passed the doorman, who sat staring at me as I surveyed the crowded bar. After a moment, I spotted someone who looked like Bruce sitting at a table near the back and started making my way toward him.
That was when I heard my first catcall.
A group of rough-looking construction workers and bikers called out to me, making me instantly self-conscious. I smiled shyly in their direction, which only made me more nervous and awkward as I continued walking. A few women in the crowd shot me less-than-friendly looks, and I suddenly became very aware that all eyes seemed to be on me.
Relieved to finally reach Bruce's table, I sat down, interrupting his conversation. He stopped talking and stared at me for a moment with a puzzled expression.
"Holy shit," he said. "I didn't recognize you!"
Then he jumped to his feet and clapped his hands.
"Guys, this girl!" he announced to his friends. "You tell her to do something, and she goes above and beyond!"
He laughed and opened his arms.
"Come here," he said. "Give me a hug."
I stood up, blushing and secretly pleased that he had referred to me as a girl instead of a guy. Even more than that, I was happy that he seemed genuinely glad to see me.
Then another man stood up and asked in a thick Russian accent, "Is this Crystal?"
Bruce nodded. "Okay, this is Sergey. You go with him, and he'll take care of you. I will call you tonight"
I handed Sergey the envelope containing all of my identification. He opened it immediately, looked through the contents, and frowned.
"Where is the five hundred?" as he went through my ID taking only my state photo ID and passport giving back the rest
Before I could answer, Bruce pulled out his wallet and paid him right there. Then he leaned close and whispered, "You can pay tonight, angel," before giving me a reassuring pat on the back.
I followed Sergey out of the bar to a car parked nearby. He climbed into the driver's seat and unlocked the passenger door. I got in, and we drove off quickly without saying a word. The silence made for an uncomfortable ride.
Eventually, we turned into an alley behind an old building. After parking, Sergey led me through a worn back door and into a slow-moving cargo elevator that looked like something straight out of an old movie.
As the elevator crept upward, he opened the envelope again and studied my identification. Then he looked at me, then back at the ID.
"Michael..." he said bluntly. "You will never pass for twenty-one. you look too young.. You're very petite."
I forced a smile and shrugged.
"Well, I need it to travel to Mexico."
Sergey raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but he slipped the ID back into the envelope and continued studying me as the elevator slowly rattled its way upward. The longer he looked, the more self-conscious I became, and I found myself wondering whether he was judging my appearance, my story, or both.
and then he said "I suggest you use the age of nineteen and a half...the legal age in Mexico is eighteen"
So I didn't know what else to do but agree.
We stopped a few minutes later, and I followed him to a small photo studio set up in an open area, complete with a backdrop and lights. He had sign my signature on a few times small cards and then had me sit down and said, "Brush your hair back and keep it away from your eyes and forehead, sit up straight, shoulders back!."
I sighed and brushed my hair straight back for him. He took three quick shots, then stood up and pointed toward the elevator. I followed him without a word.
We rode back down in silence. When the doors opened, he finally spoke.
"I will contact Bruce when you can pick them up."
Then he opened the back door and added, "Bus stop around the corner."
I thanked him, but he simply closed the door and locked it.
I walked outside, found the bus stop down the block, and stood beside the bench. I called Bruce, but there was no answer.
Then I saw Sergey drive past without even looking at me. Deciding there was nothing else to do, I settled in to wait for the bus.
I had a bad habit of making eye contact with every passing car, and before long I noticed several drivers slowing down and looking my way. One man even stopped and asked if I needed a ride, but I turned him down. After that, most of them disappeared.
There was one car, though, that kept circling the block. When I finally got a good look at the driver, I saw that he was balding, wore glasses, and looked extremely horny. For some reason, that sent a little thrill through me.
I smiled at him, and he smiled back before pulling over farther up the street. I glanced around to make sure there weren't any cops nearby, then walked over to his car.
He rolled down the window and asked if I needed a ride.
After a brief hesitation, I accepted.
I climbed into the car, sitting carefully with my knees together. Almost immediately, he glanced over and introduced himself as Bill so I introduced myself as Crystal and then asked if I was offering my services. Not wanting to say too much in case he was a police officer, I simply smiled and gave a small nod.
"I hope I wasn't too forward," he said. "But as soon as I saw you, I was hoping you were working. I had to make sure, though, because girls as beautiful as you usually aren't out in this area. They're usually over on Eleventh Avenue."
His comment made me smile. I took it as a compliment, as though he saw me as one of the more upscale hookers who worked that part of the city.
"Thank you," I replied. "Yes, I was just in the area. My services are a little limited at the moment, but I'd be happy to do Oral for you or Anal if that's something you'd enjoy."
I tried to sound confident, even though my heart was racing. The whole situation felt surreal, and I wasn't entirely sure what would happen next.
He nodded and asked, "So how much for head?"
"Eighty, and a ride to the Greyhound depot downtown," I replied.
He pulled out his wallet and paid me.
We made the first right turn and parked in an alley behind a warehouse. I bit my lower lip and moved a little closer as he reclined his seat as far back as it would go. Then he pulled his down pants and underwear filling the air with his musky scent, as his stubby cut cock sprung to attention.
The sight of it sent a rush of excitement through me, as I dove down mouth watering and sucked his cock deep into my hot throat, and eagerly began enjoying it.
Within minutes, he was groaning and holding my head gently, clearly pleased, So I buried him deep in my hot throat to the base of his cock while cupping his big balls.
And I began to bob and suck hard rolling my head around for what seemed like only a few mins,
Making him gasp and go stiff as a board while he moaned holding my head down as he shot a huge load into my mouth making me whimper as I swallowed his huge load
And when I finally finished, he pulled himself together and told me it was the best head he had seen in a long time.
As we made small talk, he asked if I worked on Eleventh Avenue, saying he had never seen me before.
I got a huge thrill from being taken for a girl, and by that point my curiosity had completely taken hold. I was hooked. I asked him to drop me off near the upscale stroll on Eleventh Avenue so I could see what it was like for myself.
but as we drove along and we passed directly in front of the Patricia Hotel and I saw what looked like Bruce's bike so I asked bill if he could let me off, and he said "whoa this is a biker bar very rough and tumble for such a sweet girl!!...be careful Crystal" and he dropped me off.
I was back at the hotel and headed straight back into the bar.
But Bruce was gone.
The table where he had been sitting was empty.
I stood near the entrance and scanned the room, wondering if he had simply moved to another table. As I looked around through the murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses, I suddenly heard someone shout:
"Hey, Crissy!"
The voice cut clearly through the noise of the crowded bar.
I scanned the room until I spotted someone waving me over. It was Randy. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I smiled and made a beeline toward him, adding a little extra sway to my hips. The fact that he'd recognized me made my heart flutter. Up close, he looked even better than I remembered—rugged, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly handsome.
He was sitting at a small table with another man. There were only two chairs, and the bar was packed, leaving nowhere else to sit, so I stopped beside him, suddenly feeling shy.
Randy looked up with a crooked grin.
"What the fuck are you doing around here, baby girl?"
"I was here earlier with Bruce," I said. "I had to step out for a bit, and when I came back, he was gone."
Randy nodded knowingly. "Yeah. Bruce got hammered and grabbed a cab home a little while ago."
The man across from him chuckled.
"So, is this Bruce's newest old lady?"
Randy smirked and shook his head.
"No, man... she's with me now. Aren't you, Crissy?"
The words hit me like a truck.
I froze, blushing from head to toe. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was unbelievably handsome, rugged in a way that made my stomach flutter, and I could hardly believe he was talking about me. I searched for something clever to say, but all I managed was a shy, timid nod.
Randy laughed softly, clearly amused by my reaction. He reached over and gave my ass a playful squeeze before sliding an arm around my waist.
"Come here, baby girl. Sit on my lap."
Before I could protest, he effortlessly lifted me onto his lap. He was much stronger than he looked, and within seconds I was settled against him. My face burned with embarrassment as I shifted awkwardly, stealing nervous glances around the crowded bar.
To my surprise, no one seemed to notice—or if they did, they didn't care.
"Oh my God," I whispered, covering my face with my hands for a moment while Randy grinned, clearly enjoying how flustered he'd made me.
He looked across the table at his friend.
"Hey Bill, lend me your room key for a few minutes, bro."
His friend leaned back with a knowing grin. "You'd better hurry before the night guy takes over, or you'll never get past the window." Then he reached into his pocket and tossed a room key onto the table.
"Just leave it at the front desk when you're done," he said with a chuckle. "And don't fuck with any of my stuff."
My heart immediately started pounding. I had no idea what Randy had planned, but it was obvious he'd already made up his mind.
A thousand thoughts raced through my head. Part of me was thrilled by the mystery, while another was so nervous I could barely catch my breath. I tried to look calm, hoping neither of them noticed how badly my legs were trembling.
Randy slid his hands up my thighs, resting them gently on my hips, and smiled.
"Come on, baby girl. I need to talk to you."
Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I climbed off his lap. Trying to look cute and composed, I followed him across the bar, stealing a glance at the large MC patch on the back of his leather vest. It made me wonder if Bruce belonged to the same club.
Randy held the door open for me and gave me a playful smack on the backside as we stepped into the lobby. Calling it a lobby was generous. It was little more than a reception window, a battered front door, and a worn wooden bench against the wall. Everything looked old, tired, and neglected, as though it hadn't been renovated in decades.
As we approached the reception window, the man behind the glass recognized Randy immediately.
"You know the rules, Randy."
Randy held up the room key with a grin.
"We're just heading up ahead of Bill."
The clerk shook his head.
"Only one visitor at a time. No exceptions."
Randy glanced at me before flashing the clerk a mischievous smile.
"Come on, man... she'll give you a blow job!."
Heat rushed to my cheeks. Mortified, I lowered my eyes before forcing myself to look back up at the clerk. Peering over the top of his glasses, he regarded me with an amused grin.
"Is that right?"
I gave a shy nod, shifting my weight with an awkward little smile.
"Sure," I murmured.
Randy laughed.
"come on man!, she'll do you on the way back down."
The clerk smirked, pressed the buzzer, and unlocked the security door.
Randy motioned for me to go first. As I walked past the reception window, the clerk stepped out from behind the counter and watched me with an amused smile. I looked down at his crotch and could see that he was hard which took my breath away as I passed by him smiling. His lingering gaze made my cheeks burn, leaving me hard and strangely aware of the attention as Randy followed close behind.
As we climbed the two flights of stairs, I began to realize exactly where Randy was taking me. At the top of the second flight, we entered a dim hallway and passed an open bathroom that looked as though it hadn't changed since the 1920s. An ancient toilet, a stained porcelain sink, and a rusting claw-foot bathtub sat beneath peeling paint while the steady drip of a leaky faucet echoed through the corridor, giving the entire building the bleak, forgotten feel of skid row.
It only got worse when we stepped into Bill's room.
The place looked like something out of a hoarder's nightmare. Piles of clutter crowded every corner, leaving only narrow paths through the room. The furniture was battered and scarred from decades of use, and the heavy iron bed frame looked as though it had been there just as long. Dust coated nearly every surface, and the stale air carried the smell of old cigarettes, mildew, and neglect, making the tiny room feel claustrophobic and deeply depressing. I turned to face Randy and was going to kiss his hot lips but he turned me around and pulled down my capris and bent me over and said "spread those cheeks baby" but before I could he was already inside my lubed ass pushing deep hurting me and as I winced in pain yelping "Oh Randy your hurting me" he groaned " that's it baby girl take that cock!...fuck you have a hot little ass!" as he pounded me hard and fast and kept forcing my hips over keeping me bent over pinching my hips.
I caught my breath and arched my hips as much as I could before slowly rising from that unstable position. Taking his hands, I guided them up to my chest as I leaned back against him, feeling the warmth of his body behind mine. he reached up slipping his middle finger into my mouth, I began to suck thinking about the night clerk
I began to sway my hips in time with his deep thrusts, letting my waist roll in a slow, fluid rhythm as he fucked me.
turning my head I released his finger, I looked back over my shoulder with a grin. "Oh, God... you fuck me so good," I whispered, smiling as I widened my stance slightly and stood on my toes and melted into the moment, letting him lead while we moved together in the middle of the floor.
He slowed down fucking me "saying you love cock deep in your ass don't you" so I rolled my hips grinding into him whimpering " oh god yes!. I love cock deep in my ass" as he continued to talk dirty so I complied with some sexy moans until he groaned and yelled " he shoots he scores!" and came inside me.
A rush of warmth swept through my entire body, leaving me breathless. When he finally pulled away, I was left aching for that same intoxicating feeling all over again. Yet there was something just as powerful in knowing I had given him pleasure. The satisfaction that filled me was deep and unexpected, leaving me with a quiet sense of fulfillment. Even so, my thoughts had already begun drifting to the night clerk, and I couldn't help wondering what the rest of the evening might hold.
He grabbed a T-shirt off the floor and used it to wipe up. When he was finished, he tossed it to me so I could clean up myself. but I just dropped it on the floor feeling dirty and gross and Without saying a word, he pulled up his pants, headed for the door, and walked out while I hurriedly got dressed.
I quickly caught up with him, feeling super loose and slippery as we walked down the hallway together. When we got close to the stairway, I slipped into the washroom to clean myself up. I wished I could take a proper shower, but the place was so filthy and unclean that I didn't dare stay any longer. with my fanny pack I used my tools to wash up the best I could, then hurried back out to join him.
I stepped out of the ancient bathroom and he was no where in sight, so I headed back towards the stars and nearly jumped when I saw Randy standing there. The surprise made me let out a tiny squeak.
He grinned. "So, whatcha doing now, Ladyboy?"
I straightened up, trying to recover my composure. "Well, I need to grab some clothes and take a shower..." I said. Then, with a shy smile, I added, "But don't I still owe that guy a blow job?"
Randy stepped in closer pulling me into his arms and kissed my neck as his hands groped my ass and kissed until his lips were near my ear. With a teasing smile, he whispered,
"So make this guy happy, then we'll head downtown... make some money, and afterward we can party with my friends."
A rush of excitement swept through me at his attention. He was undeniably handsome, and I found myself drawn to him. But the moment those words left his mouth, the excitement gave way to a sinking feeling. It sounded far too familiar, like I was being led straight into another bad situation. Memories of being used crept into the back of my mind, making me question everything. Unsure of what else to do, I forced a small smile, quietly nodded my head, and kept my doubts to myself.
He smiled back, clearly pleased. "That's my girl," he murmured. "Finish things up, and then we'll get out of here, okay, baby girl?"
I was completely captivated by him and wanted nothing more than to make the clerk happy.
I followed Randy back down the stairs, my heart pounding harder with every step. All I could think about was that cock. At the bottom, he pushed open the door and glanced back over his shoulder.
"I'll meet you in the bar, Crystal," he said with a grin. "I'm timing you."
Then he disappeared back into the bar, leaving me alone with the night clerk. The clerk held open the door to his booth, his gaze lingering on my crop top as he silently motioned for me to step inside.
I stepped in close, shyly folding my arms across my chest, He rested his hands gently on my waist, slowly letting them glide upward as he asked, "So, what's your name?"
I looked up at him with a warm smile and answered in a sweet, soft voice, "Crystal."
A grin spread across his face. "My name's John," he said. "You're the fourth Crystal I've met."
I couldn't help but laugh softly at that. "Really?" I asked, smiling as I grasped his thick cock through his joggers,
amazed how thick and hard he was as I squatted down kissing his length down to his balls.
He let out a contented moan as his hand gently cupped my cheek. The scent of cock lingered on his hand, making my mouth water. Smiling, I reached up and tugged the brim of his joggers down just enough that I could lean in and press a lingering kiss to the head of his magnificent cock. before gobbled him whole, easily taking him all the way into my throat without gagging while cupping and caressing his balls in my sweaty palm.
I swirled my tongue every time I reached the head of his cock and then pushed my tongue deep into the underside of his shaft as I took him deep, closing my eyes as I found a semi slow rhythm
trying and testing a new technique wanting to please his hot meat coaxed on by his deep moans.
Then out of no where his cock throbbed and he stumbled as he shot his huge load that came in four glorious spurts,
and caressed my cheek as I sucked every last drop of his hot cum.
He offered me a room for the night but I said I had a place to crash as he pulled up his joggers, I turned and said "see you later" and he smacked my ass,
and then I went straight for the front door to duck out but bill stopped me saying "that door is closed after 8pm honey!...you got to use the bar"
I then walked back into the bar to meet up with Randy. As I looked around, I spotted him sitting at a table with two gorgeous women and a couple of other guys. One of the women noticed me first. She leaned toward the others and quietly said something, and within seconds everyone at the table turned to look my way.
Randy immediately stood up, a concerned expression crossing his face.
"Wow... that was fast!" he said. "Did everything work out, or no?"
Before I could answer, one of the women stood up and walked over to me with a warm, reassuring smile. She leaned in close enough that only I could hear her.
"Honey," she whispered gently, "I can see your bulge."
My face instantly burned with embarrassment I knew that those yoga pants were a little too tight but I had been wearing them all day and must have been showing every time I got hard.
"Oh... shit," I muttered, instinctively turning away and folding my arms across myself.
"It's okay," she said softly, taking my arm before I could retreat. "Don't you wear a gaff?"
I blinked at her, completely confused. I had never even heard the word before, so I simply shook my head.
Understanding immediately spread across her face.
"Oh," she said kindly. "Come with me."
She gave my arm a gentle squeeze and started leading me away from the table, leaving Randy watching with a puzzled expression as I followed her, wondering what a gaff was.
We left the bar and headed toward the lobby entrance. As we walked up to the window, the night clerk recognized us and buzzed us in.
I smiled at her.
"So... what's a gaff?" I asked curiously.
She smiled. "It's a garment that helps create a smoother feminine shape."
I stopped walking, suddenly unsure. and not wanting to wear a used prosthesis
"Oh... it's okay," I said with an embarrassed laugh. "I'm not sure it'd fit me anyway. I don't really have much down there."
She shook her head.
"Are you sure? It's brand new, and you're actually pretty close to my body shape."
Before I could answer, she grinned.
"See? I'm wearing one."
She turned slightly and struck a playful pose.
I just stared.
I couldn't believe it. I'd honestly thought she was a cis woman. From where I was standing, she even looked like she had a slight camel toe.
"Oh my God," I blurted out. "Yes! I want one!"
She giggled at my excitement.
"That's what I thought."
We continued up the stairs to the third floor. It was much cleaner than the lower floors, though the building still had that old-hotel feel.
When we reached the washroom, I noticed it had been completely renovated.
"Wow," I chirped. "Nice bathroom... does it have a shower?"
She smiled.
"Yep. Do you need one?"
I gasped dramatically.
"Oh, yes, please!"
"Okay," she said. "Let me grab you a towel."
She led us to the very end of the hallway and unlocked her room.
When I stepped inside, I was surprised. It was much larger than Randy's friend's room and tastefully decorated, making it feel warm and inviting despite the age of the building.
She opened the dresser drawer, pulled out the gaff, and handed it to me. It still had the price tag attached—$39.99. It looked bigger than I expected, with built-in padding, and I couldn't imagine how it was supposed to work.
"It's a slingshot gaff," she explained.
It was made of black satin and actually looked really nice.
I offered to pay her for it, but she shook her head.
"Nope. It's a gift."
Then she handed me a towel.
I thanked her, and quickly sashayed down the hall toward the shower.
Just as I reached the bathroom, Randy appeared at the top of the stairs. Throwing his hands into the air with a huge grin, he called out, "What the hell are you squirrely girls up to now?"
I beat him to the bathroom door and slipped inside, closing and locking it behind me.
"I'm taking a shower!" I called through the door.
From the hallway, I heard Randy shout, "You better not corrupt my new girlfriend, Starla!"
Almost instantly, Starla fired back, "You get back to your bar! You're not allowed up here!"
Then he banged on the door.
"Crissy, we gotta go, so hurry up and meet me in the bar when you're finished!"
"Okay!" I called back.
As soon as I heard his footsteps fade away, I quickly took out my tools, cleaned myself up, and then slipped into a warm shower, doing my best to protect my hair and makeup from the water. When I stepped out, I applied some fresh lubricant, carefully slipped into the gaff, and got dressed before skipping back down the hallway.
I knocked on her door, and she let me in with a warm smile. She helped me adjust the gaff properly, patiently showing me how to use the pocket and how to smooth everything into place until it looked as natural as possible.
Once everything felt secure and comfortable, I pulled up my skin-tight yoga pants and looked down. I was relieved to see that everything lay nice and flat, but the yoga pants created somewhat of a cameltoe that, to me, didn't look very natural.
"I don't know..." I said, studying my reflection. "I think this looks kind of obvious."
She shook her head with a reassuring smile. "Trust me," she said. "That looks far more natural than having any kind of bulge. Besides, most people won't give it a second thought."
I glanced back at the mirror. "I didn't really have much of a bulge to begin with," I admitted.
She laughed softly. "Maybe not, but this gives you a smoother silhouette. Once you're out walking around, nobody's going to be analyzing your yoga pants."
I took one last look in the mirror before nodding. It still felt a little strange to me, but I had to admit the overall effect looked convincing.
She studied me for a moment before asking, "So... are you going with that psycho Randy or would you like to hang out with me?"
"I guess I'll go with Randy...but I wish I wasn't, he scares me...like he is hot but I don't think I want to hang out with a crazy biker," I replied.
Her expression turned serious.
"You should stay away from him," she said quietly. "He's just a low-level wannabe pimp, and nothing good comes from hanging around his crowd."
My stomach tightened.
"How?" I asked. "How do I get away?... like I need to go home and change...I haven't been home in days"
Without another word, she walked me to the back of the building and pointed toward the fire escape. She explained that it led into the alley and would let me leave without having to walk back through the bar.
As we stood there, she pointed to the bottom section of the escape ladder.
"The last ladder is weighted," she explained. "When you step onto it, you'll have to ride it down to the ground."
"What?" I stared at her in disbelief. "I can't do that!"
The thought terrified me. My heart pounded just looking down, but I wanted out of that scene badly enough to try.
She showed me exactly where to put my hands and feet, then wished me luck.
Taking a deep breath, I climbed over the railing and carefully made my way down the fire escape. My hands were shaking as I descended rung by rung until I finally reached the weighted bottom ladder.
The moment I put my weight on it, the entire section suddenly dropped toward the ground with a loud metallic crash.
I let out a startled yelp but managed to stay on my feet. As soon as I stepped off onto the pavement, the heavy ladder shot back upward behind me with an even louder CLANG, echoing through the alley.
I froze.
The noise seemed impossibly loud, and for a moment I was certain everyone inside the building must have heard it.
I looked around to get my bearings, then headed northeast toward the Greyhound station,
sticking to the alleys until I was sure I'd put enough distance between myself and that part of town.
The gaff took a little getting used to at first. Everything felt packed away differently, but after a while it wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as I'd expected.
The thin, firm padding was surprisingly comfortable, and as I walked, I found myself naturally settling into a new, slightly sexier stride. Every so often I'd discreetly check that everything was still sitting properly, but with each block my confidence grew,
and before long I barely thought about it anymore.
I came out onto a busy street and found myself falling into my usual stalking of drivers smiling and acting sexy
when my phone buzzed in my fanny pack so I quickly got it out and it was Bruce
"you got my money Crystal?" was the first thing he said to me, so I assured him that I did, and he told me to come as soon as possible.
I told him that I had some bags I needed to pick up at the bus depot,
and had to assure him that I wasn't leaving town and that I would be there asap.
I flagged down a cab and rode it to the bus station and had the driver wait while I emptied my locker at the bus depot. One by one, I loaded my bags into the trunk before giving him Bruce's address.
During the ride, my phone started ringing. It was my mom. I let it go to voicemail, then blocked her number again. A moment later my sister called, and I blocked her too. I wasn't ready to explain myself to anyone.
When we pulled up, Bruce was standing by the front gate, leaning against the fence with a cigarette between his fingers. As soon as he saw the cab and all my luggage, he gave me a puzzled look.
"Hey! I didn't say you could move in!"
My cheeks instantly turned red. I stood there, too shy and embarrassed to think of a response while holding out the money I owed.
Bruce just shook his head took the money, walked over to the cab, and grabbed one of my bags. The moment he lifted it, his eyes widened.
"What the hell do you have in here? It weighs a ton!"
Grunting, he slung my duffle bag over his shoulder and started walking toward the house while I grabbed my bags and hurried after him, still blushing.
We went straight upstairs to my room and unloaded my bags. As soon as everything was inside, Bruce handed me a shoe box saying "now you may want to wear these for your consultation with your doctor...or not your choice " and quietly closed the door without saying a word before heading back downstairs.
I opened the shoebox and found what looked like a delicate set of lingerie. Tucked beneath it was something I couldn't quite identify at first. When I unfolded it, I realized it was a bra with soft silicone breast forms nestled inside the cups.
I froze, staring at it in disbelief. My heart began to pound as shock gave way to curiosity, then to a quiet, undeniable excitement. I hesitated only for a moment before slipping it on.
The silicone carried a pleasant coolness against my nipples and a gentle weight that made it feel surprisingly real. As it settled against my chest, I felt a shiver run through me, the material gradually warming to my body. The color was only a shade lighter than my own skin, blending so naturally that, at a glance, they looked as though they had always belonged there.
For a long moment, I simply stood in front of the mirror. My eyes searched every detail of my reflection, hardly recognizing the person staring back. It wasn't just the change in my appearance that left me speechless—it was the unexpected feeling that came with it. A quiet sense of wonder washed over me, as though I were catching a glimpse of someone I had imagined for so long but had never truly believed I would see.
Left alone, I began unpacking my bags. One by one, I pulled out the clothes, smoothing away the wrinkles before carefully folding each piece. Most of the outfits were far more revealing than anything I had ever worn before—tight tops, short skirts, and other clothes that made me feel both nervous and strangely excited. As I handled each item, I couldn't help imagining what it would be like to wear them.
When I was finished, I stacked the neatly folded clothes on top of an old cardboard box in the corner of the room. It wasn't much of a dresser, but for the moment it was all I had. Looking at the small pile of carefully arranged clothes gave me a faint sense of order, a tiny bit of comfort in a place that still felt unfamiliar.
trying to make the unfamiliar room feel a little more like my own. The silence made me uneasy. I wasn't even sure if I was supposed to leave the room, so I crept over to the door and cautiously tested the handle. To my relief, it opened. At least I wasn't locked in.
Feeling a little more at ease, I changed into a the lacey panties that came with the bra. I tucked my gaff away in my travel bag, knowing I wouldn't need it while I was alone, then finished organizing the rest of my belongings. Looking around the small room, I wondered what the next few days would bring and how accepting Bruce's offer had been the right decision.
I had just climbed into bed and was reaching for the lamp on the bedside table when Bruce knocked softly on the door and stepped inside.
"You can bunk in with me if you like," he said with a warm smile.
I sat up, grinned, and replied, "I thought you'd never ask."
He chuckled, turned, and walked back to his room, leaving the door open behind him. I jumped out of bed and hurried after him.
His bedroom was much larger than mine, with a huge bed dominating the room. I eagerly hopped onto it, but the moment my knee landed, the entire mattress gently rippled beneath me. For a split second I thought I'd broken something, then I realized I was lying on a heated waterbed.
"This is amazing," I laughed, stretching out as the warm mattress cradled me in its gentle waves. Bruce switched off the main lights, leaving only the black lights glowing around the room. Suddenly everything took on an eerie purple-blue glow, making the white trim, posters, and even our clothes seem to shine in the darkness. The room felt cozy, surreal, and strangely magical.
Bruce got naked, climbed in behind me, and wrapped his arms around me from behind. Nestled safely against his chest, I couldn't help but relax. He felt like a big, gentle bear, and as the warmth of the waterbed and his embrace surrounded me,
I reached down and pulled his meaty cock between my legs and rubbed the head of his cock with the palm of my hand feeling his sticky precum he then said "that's my girl"
He kissed my back and shoulders before wrapping his arms around me in a warm, tight embrace. We lay there quietly, listening to each other's breathing, until I heard his breaths grow slower and softer, finally turning into the gentle rhythm of a snore. Smiling to myself, I snuggled even closer, feeling safe and content, and soon drifted off to sleep, my dreams filled with handsome men and the promise of new cock adventures.
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