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.
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