Working The Club - Part Two

This is my first multipart story!  I think I've a rich field here to work on as the setup avails it.  Enjoy!

Working The Club - Part Two

Another night at the Pussy Galore Club. It's a special night as it's the night a former Pussy Boy starts her first time as a Pussy Girl. This makes for a lot of changes - no few of which were not anticipated, thought through, or even appreciated. Is it still worth it? Would it be for you? Would you want to work as a Pussy Girl at the Pussy Galore Club? Could you handle it?

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Looking back, Fran should've figured things out on her own.  Her Mistress had been working Fran's ass relentlessly leading up to that night when she was promoted.  She'd inserted bigger and bigger plugs on the days leading up to it and had been fucking Fran's tight little ass with larger and larger dildos before and after Fran went to work at the Club.  That, and she been denying Fran the climaxes she'd become so used to.

All of which meant that Fran was as sexually wired up as she could be when she got on shift that night.  The other Pussy Girls welcomed her warmly.  They'd had an eye on her as she'd blossomed over the months and they could tell, from their personal experience, that it wouldn't be much longer before Mr. D was wiping his spent cock on her old uniform.  Just like he'd done with each of them when it was their time to be promoted to being a full on Pussy Gurl. 

The other Pussy Boys were also happy for Fran.  Well, most of them.  Dave and Terry and Steve - or Davie, Terri and Stevie as their Pussy Boy name tags stated, they didn't get "girl" names as Pussy Boys (Fran hated her boy name, Frankie) - all hugged her and cheered for her.  They'd started after Fran so they knew that they would soon be next, hopefully.  Mike / Mikey just cried.  But, that's what she did regularly.  The girly juice was really having that effect on her.  Louis / Lewie was just as terse as always as she said "Congratulations, Fran" and then turned back to getting her Pussy Boy uniform on.  She'd been there longer than Fran had so it clearly aggravated her that Mr. D had picked Fran ahead of her.  Oh well.  Perhaps if she had opted for higher doses of Androcur and Lupron and not been so concerned with still getting hard ons she'd be in Fran's place instead.

Fran had to concentrate hard on doing her job that night.  She'd watched the Pussy Girls enough to know what the basics of the job was and those were quite similar to when she was just a Pussy Boy.  She still was scurrying to take drink orders from the Members in her section.  Luckily, Section B was one of the smaller ones and she only had three tables to run that night.  But, the Platinum Members were a demanding bunch as well they felt entitled to be since they'd paid so much to be at that level.  So, Fran was scurrying - well, mincing as that was about all her high heels would allow - back and forth taking their orders and hurrying over to Sal at the bar.

And then there was Sal.  Fran had the hots for Sal from first sight.  All the gurls did.  And for good reason.  Sal was positively huge.  Fran ogled Sal's arms and figured that they were each bigger than Fran's thighs.  Even together, maybe.  Sal's arms really were just that massive.  And those were just Sal's arms.  The rest of Sal was equally impressive and imposing and made Fran's cock harden with lust the first night she laid eyes on Sal.  Even once her hormone treatments took hold, Fran still lusted after Sal.  Only now her hormone shrunken cock just oozed its watery precum when she got excited.

Fran had been around plenty of military types when he was younger so Fran was certain that Sal must've been in the military.  From how big and hard and dangerous Sal looked, Fran was certain of it.  Perhaps SEALs?  Rangers?  Recon?  It took all of Fran's concentration and burning desire to succeed as a Pussy Boy to not let her lust get in the way every time she scampered up to the bar with another drink order.

When Fran learned that Sal wasn't short for Salvador but for Sally then she really got her panties wet.  The idea of being a fucktoy plaything of some overly muscled big butch lesbian touched Fran to her very core.  Fran really had to concentrate on not being tongue tied or making a fool of herself around Sal.  And as Sal never seemed to have a night off and was always working the bar, that was a tall order for Fran.

For Sal's part, Fran was just another Pussy Boy.  Sal was professional and courteous but nothing more.  It was all business.  Fran found that frustrating.  And on one of those rare nights when neither she nor Sal were particularly busy, Fran got up the courage to call Sal out on it.  She'd just watched as Mindy had snuck off to the storeroom in back and then, to her surprise, Sal took one of her super rare breaks from behind the bar.  It was when Mindy came floating on back to the floor some twenty minutes later followed separately by Sal that Fran put two and two together.  Mindy was only on her third day back from having yet another boob job.  This time she went up two full cup sizes - something which Fran noticed Sal really liked - and looked absolutely dynamite.  And the way Mindy's eyes were still crossed after taking her "break" got Fran jealous.  So, Fran pulled herself up to the bar and asked Sal straight up about it.

Sal smiled, this time it was a dazzling, heart melting and pantie wetting a smile.  The smiles she usually only gave to the Pussy Girls but had decided to take pity on the poor Pussy Boy with.

"Oh really?  You wonder why I don't pay attention to you like I do to the Girls.  Well, occasionally I will take one of those limp dicked playtoys out in back and see if I can fuck some sense into them.  It never works.  Those little sluts always seem more brainless after I've fucked their lights out then before I started.  But a girl can hope, right?  So, here's the thing.  My girl - and she's a real girl and not one of you wannabe gurls - has told me that she's cool with my working here so long as I don't have sex with any of the guys.  You understand that, fuckmeat?  That means the only hard dick involved would be mine and mine's the type that I pull out of a drawer and strap it on.  If you," Sal reached out and took hold of Fran's nipples through her Pussy Boy cocktail waitress uniform - twisting them nicely, "think I'm gonna be impressed by your dick or want your hard cock anywhere near me, you're wrong.  Also, sweet cheeks," she let go of Fran's left tit and began stroking Fran's face with her hand, "I prefer my girls to have nice big and juicy ta-tas.  Not the little lumps you have on your chest.  You wanna know why?"

It was all Fran could do to moan out an answer as Sal's nipple twisting was turning her on something fierce, "Um... ooo... uh, no, why?"

"Because little boy, after I've whipped out my big ol strap-on and buried it deep up your little pussy ass - the thing that gets me off, aside from you begging me for more, is when I start slapping those huge fucking ta-tas you've have stuck on your chest.  Comprende?" she said as she caressed Fran's lips with one hand and fiercely twisted her nipple with the other.

She had Fran panting with lust at that point as she continued twisting her nipple with the one hand and then began to finger fuck Fran's plumped up lips.  Fran moaned around Sal's fingers assaulting her mouth.

"That's right babe.  You get yourself done up nice and maybe you'll get lucky.  I like 'em tall so you've got that going for you.  So, you keep taking your pills like a good little girl and let the doc keep shooting you up with all that girlie juice to fry your nuts.  Fry 'em good until that little cock of yours stays nice and limp all the time.  You do whatever it takes to become a Girl and not just a Pussy Boy.  Then go get yourself some big juicy ta-tas and maybe - just maybe - then Sal will start paying real personal attention to you.  You got that, fuckmeat?"  Sal asked as she pulled her fingers out of Fran's mouth with a pop.

Fran's eyes uncrossed and she quickly leaned in to lick up the drool off of Sal's fingers.  "Oh yeah, I got that honey.  I got that but good."  And with that Fran turned and quickly minced back to the customers at the tables.  Her cock was aching in its cage and she had to concentrate on something else other than the images of that massive bar tender pinning Fran down and plowing her like some freshly turned field.  Fran could feel her panties get even stickier as her cock oozed more of its juices into the frilly little fabric tightly embracing it around her chastity cage.

The memories of that encounter filled Fran's mind as she went up to the bar for the first time in her new Pussy Girl uniform.  Sal was there, as always, and her face broke out into another pantie wetting smile as Fran approached.  Quickly, Sal was out from behind her bar to give Fran a big hug of congratulations.  That hug turned into a deep throating kiss as Sal wrapped one of her huge arms around Fran and lifted her off her feet.  It made Fran's head spin, she loved being physically overwhelmed.  Coming back to earth, Sal kept kissing Fran as she reach under Fran's skirt and grasped Fran's smooth and soft ballsac.  Sal's huge hand completely engulfed what was left of Fran's manhood.  And Sal squeezed, firmly, and with increasing and unrelenting pressure.  The effect, as Sal had figured, was Fran's melting in her arms and whimpering from the sensations.

Breaking her penetrating kiss of Fran's puckered and nicely tattooed lips, Sal's smile got even wider as she felt how soft Fran's little sissy stick remained throughout the passion.  "Oh good gurl!  I know you could do it!  I've been waiting for this!  Congratulations gurl!"  And with that, let go of Fran's balls and brought her big fist up to her lips and greedily licked off the watery precum that Fran's limp cock had drooled on to it.  "Mmmmm.... sticky and sweet and like nothin' else.  I love making you gurls drool like that.  'Sissy juice' is one of my favorites.  Almost as good as the pussy juice my girl squirts.  You done well, kid.  You done well."

Fran was again engulfed by the huge bear of a woman and happily melted into Sal's muscular embrace, whimpering with pleasure at being so overwhelmed.  Sal eventually unwrapped herself from Fran, smiled, quickly spun her around and landed and full handed slap on Fran's ass.  "There you go Girl!  You be good and do everything that Jake tells you to." She said, propelling Fran forward.

Jake, one of the two Platinum Member hosts on duty that night, had a smile on his face as he watched Sal maul Fran.  The big dyke was a sucker for Pussy Girls so long as they were tall and had big tits.  And if he knew anything about how the minds of the Girls worked, it wouldn't be long before Fran was sporting a nice hefty rack of her own.  But, first came business. 

Fran had been working at the Pussy Galore long enough to well know the drill when it came to running tables with drink orders.  Being a Pussy Girl though made for some differences.  The Club officially opened at 9 each night and the private rooms upstairs opened at 9:30.  They didn't close, officially, until 5 AM with the last session starting no later than 4 AM, officially.  Although Fran had some nights when she was on housekeeping duty as a Pussy Boy in which the last Platinum Members didn't get done with their Girls until almost 6 in the morning.  Those were rare nights but they happened.  As Fran listened to Jake explain the particulars of her work as a Girl her mind thought back to one of those nights when she was upstairs cleaning up after the Girls.  It was a good reminder of one of the things she could now expect as a reality.

Housekeeping duty was actually pretty light work.  The uniforms were standard hotel housekeeper's and thus were practical for the tasks and more comfortable to wear.  Fran thought they were so dull and unrevealing as to be ugly.  And while the work was physically easy, it didn't pay as well as being down on the floor as the Pussy Boys cleaning the rooms didn't get tips.  So, the duty wasn't well liked by the Pussy Boys.  It did however, give them the opportunity to see what it would be like if they ever got to be a Girl and would be then working the rooms instead of cleaning them up.

It also gave the Pussy Galore staff more of a chance to see which of the Pussy Boys had "the right stuff" to become a Girl.  If they couldn't hack it cleaning up after the Girls or if what they saw even at that level repulsed them too much then they'd not work out as a Girl.  It was one such night that Fran was working upstairs when she got so tested.

The night had been uneventful up to that point.  There was a steady procession of Pussy Girls coming up from downstairs followed by the Platinum Members who selected them.  Depending on what the members wanted, the Girls might have up to half an hour to prepare for them.  Usually, the Members took about an hour with their Girl.  Occasionally it went longer but very rarely did it go for a full two hours with any individual Member and Girl.

And after each session the Girl would scoot out of the room and off to the Pussy Girl dressing room in back where she'd shower, freshen up, put on her Pussy Girl uniform and then head back downstairs.  Or, if she was nicely busy, she'd squeeze herself into a new outfit for the next Member's private session.  If a Girl was eager, was in high enough demand, and didn't get any Member who took too long or wanted a session that took either too long to prepare for or too long to clean up afterward, she could do five sessions a night.  Six if everything worked out alright.  That meant the money a girl could make even working just the regular five nights a week was a very attractive sum indeed.  And thus it took no encouragement from Valerie, the "Madam" running the rooms on most nights, to scoot the Girls out of their rooms once their session had ended.  Time was money and these Girls knew they were "on the clock."

So all that made it unusual for Fran to find one of the rooms occupied after a full hour had passed.  And it was still occupied even after ninety minutes.  It was only after a full two hours had about come up that Fran noticed anyone exiting the room.  That it wasn't just a Platinum Member but two of them helped explain why the session had taken so long.  Double sessions were a rare thing.  Most of the Members pursued their interests in the Girls privately once they'd taken them upstairs.  But, doing a double meant double the "customer satisfaction bonus" got paid out to the Girls pulling the work.  Fran had long fantasized about having a three way as a Girl and thought such work would be wonderful.  It took her a minute or two to realize that the Girl in that room however, wasn't scooting out from it like she should have.  So, Fran decided to get going on the room changing otherwise Valerie would be after her about it.

Fran knocked on the door and then had to knock more loudly.  Hearing no answer, she decided to go on in and get things moving after waiting another moment.  Opening the door she saw the Girl was actually curled up on her side laying on the floor of the bathroom having just wretched into the toilet.  It was not some fantasy scene of a gurl so well fucked she was still sprawled across the bed and laying there in a blissful stupor.  Instead, the Pussy Girl - Candi, as Fran recalled - was drawn up in a ball and tightly hugging herself there amidst the piss soaked towels on the cold floor of the bathroom.  She was a mess.  Her ass was reddened from where she'd been spanked as were her tits from where they'd been slapped.  Her hair was a mess and her face was covered with cum, spit and the mascara that had run down her cheeks from her tears.  Tears that were still flowing.  Her pretty pink asshole was distended and glaringly red.  Fran quickly turned and got Val.  This was not something Fran had expected or encountered previously.

Valerie wasn't surprised at Candi's state but she still seethed over it.  She had Fran help wrap Candi in a towel and then walked her back to the showers while Fran started on the room.  It too was a mess.  The furniture had all been pushed back against the walls and there were used towels all over the place.  The sheets were sprayed with lube and cum and spit.  At least they'd used towels on the floor when they'd pissed on Candi.  Apparently the room's half bathroom hadn't been big enough for the two men to have used Candi there for that.  For once Fran was glad to have the big rubber kitchen gloves to use even though they were rough on her hands and nails.

After a few minutes Val came back to the room and began helping Fran clean it up.  Fran appreciated the help as it was such a mess that she wouldn't be able to get it clean enough in just the fifteen minutes she was normally allowed.  As they worked on the room, Val's frustration with what had just happened came out and she explained it to Fran.

"Fucking Bobbsey Twins." she muttered, "It's always the same with them."  Seeing Fran's questioning look, Valerie continued.  "No, that's not their names and, no, they're not actual twins.  But they always double team the Girls and it always ends up like this.  Shit.  Candi's done.  She's done for the night and it's still early.  I'm gonna have to talk with Mr. D about scheduling this better.  Not that it'll do any good.  Those two bastards are Diamond Members so they get what they want when they want it.  Fuckers.  Well, Candi's smart.  She'll get by."

Seeing Fran's questioning look still upon her face, Val continued.

"Those two guys, Fran, they always do this.  From what the Girls have told me one of them has a really, really thick cock.  So thick that most girls really have a problem getting it into their mouths.  The other one?  His cock isn't all that thick but it is long.  Real long.  Worse, that fucker has a ring set into it.  No, not your regular PA.  This one comes out the top of the head.  Know why?  Yeah, right, it hits the back of a Girl's throat first.  And that almost always makes 'em gag even before it's half way in.  And he enjoys that."

"So, when these guys go at it there's really no pleasure a Girl can get from their doing her.  She's choking and gagging on their cocks no matter how good a cocksucker she is.  And the ass reaming she gets hurts just as bad.  The thick cocked one really likes plowing the Girls and hearing 'em cry in pain as he stretches 'em out.  And the long dicked one likes seeing the Girl's hurt from being poked with his 'spear.'  With that and the pissing and the slapping and the spanking they really do a number on the Girls.  The only thing that seems to get 'em off is when they take turns fisting the Girl while the other one throat fucks her and then cums on her.  Not on her face or on her tits but cums on her limp little cock.  They really like doing that.  And the fuckers take so long getting to that point the Girls always wind up like Candi there.  Shit.  I hate those two.  Fuckers."

Fran was pretty taken aback at all this.  It was not what she thought being a Pussy Girl would be all about.  She'd tried not to set her expectations too high for fear of then being disappointed.  But, it was difficult not imagining herself being the sexy, sultry and oh so feminine sex toy that men - and women - would want to make love to.  Make love to and pay her for the privilege.  The Pussy Girls all seemed to be that way to her as she slopped the drinks and worked the tables in the Gold Member's section downstairs.  Valerie noticed Fran's confusion and disappointment.  And Valerie decided that the moment was right.

"Okay honey, it's time you got 'The TALK." She said, emphatically.  "Don't worry babe, I give The TALK to all you Pussy Boys.  Now sit down sugar and listen up.  Fran, have you given any thought about what sort of guys come here?  Why they come here?  Why they're willing to pay so much to be able to get a Pussy Girl upstairs?  No, sugar?  Well, you'd better start doing that Fran.  If you want to become a Pussy Girl then you'd better think about it, hard." 

"Fran," she continued intensely, "most of these guys aren't here just because they like trannies.  Yeah, some are.  God bless 'em.  Bless 'em because they're the easy ones.  Some kissing, some cuddling, some fucking, coo nicely at 'em, and they're happy as they can be.  And they're done in under an hour.  But there's not many of those sort of guys here Fran.  Guys like that can find all the tranny pussy they want outside of this club.  The ones like that who are here must like the privacy, the classiness, and knowing there'll always be some knock-out hot trannie gurl around for them to fuck.  And they must have more money than brains as they can get all that for a lot less somewhere else."

"No honey, there's quite a few guys who come here specifically for this." and she patted the caged bulge between Fran's legs to make her point. "Or at least what this'll be like if you're a Pussy Girl - soft and limp.  That's what they want.  No, they're not gonna suck on it or lick it or play with it, sexually.  It's the fact that your cock is reduced to just some fucking wet limp noodle.  That's what turns them on.  They get worked up knowing you've been castrated - chemically, physically, whatever.  That you're no longer fully a man.  That you've been 'emasculated.'" Val dragged out each syllable of the word.  "That you couldn't cut it as a man and that you aren't worthy of being a woman.  That you're an it."  She cupped Fran's chin in her hand to lock Fran's eyes with hers.  There was no cruelty in her voice but her words were razor sharp.

"That's what those guys like Fran.  That's why they come here.  That's why this club exists.  That's how Mr. D makes his money.  That's how you'd make your money if you go that far.  Those guys like playing with an EX-male who's very existence they see as an act of self-humiliation.  That's what they think it is honey.  That's how they view it.  That's what turns their crank.  That's why they'll pay so much to be here.  It's to have some guy who's been reduced to a pathetically limp dicked cock sucking faggot in a dress that they can lord over.  And,"  her grip tightened on Fran's face, "they will lord that over you honey.  Count on it.  There'll be some of the guys who make your limp little cock the centerpiece of their time with you babe.  They will have you pull on it and stroke it and keep telling you to make it hard for them.  And then they'll want to hear why you can't.  They'll rub their big hard dicks - even if they're smaller than yours was before you got snipped - all over yours.  They'll have you try and pull your limp little thing out alongside theirs to see if it gets as big.  And they'll be laughing at you when it doesn't."

"For them, honey, you're not some sex object to be lusted after because you're so womanly.  You're not a woman to them - not even a 'woman with something extra.'  They don't find you sexually attractive at all, Fran.  And the fact that you're dressed up like a girl only gives 'em more things to laugh at you for.  You're just some limp dicked failed man faggot in a dress." 

Watching the emotions play across Fran's face, Val's voice softened as she continued.

"Fran, honey, I'm telling you this now - before - you go that far.  If you can't take this coming from me then you won't be able to take it working here.  The guy's who are that sadistic - who are that explicit about it and make their time with you being nothing but limp dick humiliation - they aren't all of the men or the women who come up here.  But there's enough of them, Fran, that you'd better be able to handle them and handle it coming from them.  That you'd better be able to take that.  You'd better be able to take that again and again.  Because some of the guys truly get off on trying to push you Girls until you break.  Until you start weeping and can't go on and run out of the room.  They're fucking sadists Fran.  That's their particular kink.  I think they're fucked in the head and should be locked up.  But, that's not my call and, as they're also willing to pay what it takes to get up here, we're not gonna be calling any cops on 'em.  And they know that if you don't make 'em happy then all they gotta do is complain about your 'lack of service' and that'll get you fired.  You understand that babe?  The Members, honey, have all the power here.  All of it.  You are just a toy for them to play with.  And the worst of those guys are the ones who like playing the meanest up here" she poked Fran's forehead with her finger "and they play dirty up there honey.  Real dirty."

Fran was beat red and sweating.  This was not what she expected to be going through.  Visions of near endless sex and pampering and glamour and femininity and being constantly lusted after were what she saw a Pussy Girl as having.  That was why she'd been so eager to make herself into one.  Fran hadn't thought of this side at all.

Val sat there, and took Fran's hands into her own.  She'd been through this before.  Plenty of times.  All the Pussy Boys had to go through working upstairs as cleanup.  It was yet another perk of being a Pussy Girl - they didn't have to pick up after themselves.  The Pussy Boys were there to handle that.  The Girls just had to keep looking pretty for the next client.  And Val eventually gave The TALK to each and every one of the Pussy Boys.

Fran began sobbing.  She tried stifling it but failed.

Val expected that too.  She reached over and pulled Fran to her and wrapped her arms around her.  "Let it out girl.  Let it out.  You didn't expect this.  You didn't think it through.  It's not all fun and fucking and pretty things to wear.  This is work, honey.  You gotta have the right focus to work up here, between your ears.  Now, now, it's okay.  It's okay.  Yes.  That's it."  She let Fran work her way through the sobbing and reached out to bring a part of the bed sheet that wasn't splattered with lube or cum or spit or piss and wiped the tears on Fran's cheeks.

"Fran, babe, listen to me.  Look at me honey.  Look at me.  Honey, if you can wrap your mind around all that.  If you can keep yourself whole inside while those shitheads are trying to tear you down, then you can make yourself a very well off girl.  Aside from those occasional sadists - the ones who like to shit inside your head - this place is actually a good place for a gurl to work.  It's safe and protected and the money is really, really good.  You square yourself away babe and you can make it all work for you.  You will be the ones playing them and not the other way 'round.  If they're the ones paying to 'debase' you then you're not really being debased to begin with, got it?" she asked tenderly.  "Make a big, strong, steel walled box inside there babe," tapping Fran on her forehead again, "and put yourself inside it whenever these bastards are trying to do that to you.  No, you can't retreat and go passive.  They're not paying for that.  But put what's good about you inside that box and know that they'll never get to that part.  Do that, honey, and you'll do alright here as a Girl.  Got that babe?"

Fran blotted her eyes and wiped her nose with the sheet.  She had a lot to think about.  And a lot to talk with her Mistress about.  She nodded and wrapped her arms around Valerie.  "Thank you.  Thank you for telling me all that.  I really didn't think about that.  I'll be okay.  Thanks."  Fran said as she hugged Val tight.

"Good gurl.  You'll be okay Fran.  You just gotta be ready for it."  Pushing herself up after Fran let go, "Okay, I think you can handle the rest of getting this room done.  Now, get to it.  I gotta go check on the other girls.  You'll do alright sweetie.  Now, go.  Get to it!"  Val said warmly as she swatted Fran on her butt.

Later, Fran was changing out of her housekeeping uniform downstairs in the Pussy Boys dressing room as the Club had finally closed up for the night.  One of the other Boys, Greg - though it was "Greggie" on her name badge - who'd been a Boy longer than Fran, noticed her mopping about at shift's end.  She recognized the signs.

"So, you got The TALK." She said coming up to Fran, noting how red and puffy Fran's eyes were from her crying.

"Yeah, I did." Fran mumbled, looking down as she pulled on her jeans.

"C'mere, babe." Gregg said as she wrapped her arms around Fran and gave her a much needed hug.

"Been there, done that too." Gregg continued.  "Val's an old battle axe and I think she actually enjoys putting the Boys through it.  Not that she's wrong honey.  I've talked with enough of the Girls and have seen enough of it myself.  But the Girls all tell me exactly what Val said was right.  That if you can wrap your mind around it, you'll do okay.  Oh, it won't be fun and the guys like that are still shitheads but, you'll get past it." Smiling, she hugged Fran again and Fran couldn't help but notice how big and soft Gregg's chest had become.

"At least that's what I keep telling myself honey!" Gregg laughed.  "It's what's keeps me going.  And I'm getting real close now.  I know it!  Have you seen these babies?" She asked pulling up her T-shirt and popping her hormone swollen chest out of her bra.  Her sissy tits looked great to Fran.  The areolas were so big and puffy.  If Fran had been in a better mood she'd have happily suckled on them herself.  Instead, she glumly took it as another reminder of how much further she had to go before she could become a Girl herself.  And even if she did then she might wind up like Candi.  Fran had a lot to think about on the drive home that night.

She'd done a lot of talking with her Mistress about what Val had said and some more crying about it too.  Not all of that crying could be chalked up to the hormones either.  But every night she kept working as a Pussy Boy she kept seeing all those Pussy Girls.  Even knowing that some of the Members they were flirting with and being fondled by or mauled by might be that hurtful toward her, were she a Girl, still didn't take away the need within Fran.  She did pay closer attention to the Girls as they came back downstairs from each session.  She watched their faces more carefully and noted if they were happy stepping out of that elevator or not.  Whether the smile was plastered on or not, almost all of the Girls seemed happy and eager to get back to working for their next private session.  And if they could do it, Fran told herself, then so too could she.

All that was running through Fran's mind as the Club opened and she started her first night as a Pussy Girl.  Some of the Members in her section were complimentary to Fran for being so promoted.  That meant they'd their eyes on her even when she'd been but a Pussy Boy.  Fran liked that and made sure to flirt with those Members especially.  Fran also found that the fondling and mauling and "liberties" the Members took with her as a Girl were more frequent then when she was working the Gold Members as a Boy.  They also seemed more intent than those from the Gold Members.  These Members, Platinums all, knew that they could have Fran upstairs if they so wished.  The Gold's never could.

There were always a number of Girls working at any one time.  That way, enough of them could be working upstairs to still leave enough to cover the remaining tables in the Club. And having an abundance of feminized beauties mincing around also served to inspire the Members to get one of those Girls upstairs sooner than later.  "It's all part of the plan!  I always have enough of you sluts prancing around that it keeps the Members so turned on that they just have to have one of you.  And the more they do that the more they pay!" Mr. D had told her one night, quite satisfied with himself about it.

Soon enough, about half an hour in to working her section, Fran felt a tap on her shoulder after having just filled the drink order for her table.  She turned to see Jake standing behind her along with another Pussy Girl, Missy.

"Fran, time to go upstairs.  Missy will take over here." He said, plainly.  The two Girls smiled at each other as Fran handed missy her serving tray and turned to walk toward the elevator.  She felt as if the eyes of the entire Club were on her.  She turned and wasn't too disappointed that they weren't - but Sal's were.  The big bartender had another of her panty wetting smiles on her face and gave Fran a big "thumbs up!" in encouragement.  Fran was broken out of her reverie by a sharp slap on her ass.  She turned to see it had come from one of the Platinum members sitting at the booth she'd paused by to look back.

"Go on Girl," the Member said, "you don't want to keep 'em waiting!" He laughed, Fran smiled, and he then turned back to his companions in the booth.  They all had knowing smiles - if not leers - on their faces as they watched Fran mince the rest of her way to the elevator.  Looking herself over in the elevator's floor to ceiling mirrors, Fran knew that this was going to be the start of everything she'd hoped for at the Pussy Galore. 

Now she really was going to be working the club.