A Night Out at the Club
by: Sara Rêver Éveillé
It had been a week since Rachel had introduced me to the joys of femininity. I had known her for about six months, ever since she had joined our company as a legal secretary. She was an instant hit with all the male staff, for she was an absolute stunner, the type of girl that can cause traffic accidents.
It was not just her looks that drew me to her it was also her obvious comfort with her own feminine guile. She always dressed to kill, in the most revealing yet smart business suits, and with a body and looks like hers it was not difficult to look desirable to hot blooded male.
The past week had been a life changing one; just seven days earlier Rachel had surprised me by asking me round to her place. I was filled with a mixture of delight, astonishment, and apprehension as I stood at her door waiting for her to let me in. As usual she looked striking, dressed in a simple yet seductive green velvet dress, she led me through to the lounge and gave me a drink. It was however her reason for asking me round that shocked me. She explained that she had selected me after a great deal thought and deliberation to help her fulfil one of her fantasies.
With nervous trepidation she began to explain that due to my build, looks and demeanor she wanted to transform me into the lover of her dreams. Rachel explained that she was bisexual and had never been totally satisfied by neither men nor women and what she really desired was the best of both worlds, a girlfriend with a big difference.
To cut a long story short that is why I find myself this evening standing in the 'Club Havana' dressed as a girl. After I had fully understood what she wanted how could I possibly refuse, anything that Rachel asked. She had worked a miracle on me during the week; we had spent every evening working on my transformation. Not only did I now look totally convincing as a girl but could walk and talk like one. I had also found the whole cross-dressing experience very exciting and sensual.
The evening was to be Sara's, first appearance in public, and Rachel had been very secretive about her plans for it. I arrived at her place as usual after work, and she immediately had done my nails, restyled my already long hair and gave me my 'makeover'. She then instructed dress myself and to arrive at the club at 1030, where she would be waiting for me.
I had dressed in the clothes she had left for me, a short black dress that fell about four inches above my knees. Underneath I had on a tight waist cincher, which Rachel said I needed until I had 'lost a couple of extra pounds'. A pretty black lace bra which contained, gel filled pouches that gave both the look and feeling of real breasts. To contain my near ever present erection I had to wear a pair of tight high cut black panties, she had called the 'tummy flatteners' they worked equally well to conceal swollen member. My legs had been very painfully waxed my legs earlier in the week, and they now displayed a pair of sheer black lace topped hold up stockings. I had not yet mastered the art of walking in very high heels, so my nylon-clad feet had been strapped into a pair of black patent sandals, with small 2" heels. A few pieces of Rachel's jewelry, a clutch bag and an ankle length overcoat completed my transformation.
The short taxi ride was very nerve wracking; it was the first time that anyone had seen Sara other than Rachel. I was relieved to find that the taxi driver did not even give me a second look and the late nights practicing my gestures and voice had been worthwhile.
I entered the club, and the bouncers smiled at me, they obviously wouldn't have done if they really knew what was really in my panties. The club was bust and I made my way around until I stood on the balcony looking down onto the dance floor. With my eyes looking through long mascara-coated lashes, I saw Rachel almost instantly she was facing me talking to a guy whose face I couldn't see.
As usual she looked fantastic wearing a tight red dress with her long slender legs perched on high matching red stilettos. I descended the stairs and noticed a couple of young lads looking me up and down; it was a very odd feeling having the 'stiletto on the other foot'. Rachel's eyes lit up when she saw me, I was equally glad to see her. Then I received a severe shock because the guy she was talking to be none other than our area manager, Dave.
David Jones is one of the most obnoxious people I have ever met. He is universally disliked throughout the company and probably the last person I wanted to see. Rachel however appeared to be enjoying his company. I was stricken with fear as she introduced me, surely he would recognize me, but to my incredulity and profound relief he didn't appear to. He offered to by me a drink, and whilst he did so Rachel said we would go and 'powder our noses'.
I nervously entered the ladies room; it was like another world. Large mirrors lined foyer and several girls were in various states of undress and repair either to there hair, dress, or makeup, it was a heavenly site and one which I would have normally paid good money to view.
Rachel took my hand with my new long red talons and guided me through to a quiet corner. She was thrilled with my appearance and very complimentary on my performance so far, and then went on to explain about Dave.
It appears that he had been pestering her for a date more weeks, until last week when she finally had relented. The night he had took her out he had tried to force himself upon her, but she had managed to overcome the situation by explaining that it was the 'wrong week'. She now like everyone else loathed the creep and had devised a plan to teach him a lesson. Rachel explained what was to happen, I agreed that it was a wickedly splendid scheme. Obviously thrilled that I was prepared to participate she kissed me, and as she did many pairs of eyes penetrated our intimate clinch.
We returned to the lounge area to find Dave waiting with a bottle of champagne. The evening passed with him making crude sexual innuendoes at every opportunity and generally trying to 'pull' us both, and how we played along. I had never kissed a man in my life before, but I let him kiss me several times, and even allowed his hands to explore my silky thighs. Rachel and I also enjoyed playing the lesbian act, we held hands, and toyed with each other's hair even letting our hands explore each other's bodies. I of course enjoyed that part of the game very much, and by Dave's reaction, he did too, like most guys the concept of a threesome was probably utopia to him.
It didn't take too much work to get Dave pretty drunk, his speech began to slur and he became a slightly wobbly on his feet. The time had come for us to put the plan into action, Rachel asked if he would like to go back to her place for a nightcap, and he predictably accepted without hesitation.
Back at her place we put another quarter of a bottle of whisky into him whilst he watched Rachel and I put on a performance for him. The exhibition we gave however no act, for we truly lusted after each other. After much caressing and kissing we needed more physical contact. Rachel clearly could not reveal my secret, so it was me that unzipped her dress and slipped it off her slender shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor. She stepped out of it skillfully balancing on one single stiletto heel in turn.
Rachel stood in front of me dressed in an exquisite black silk camisole with matching French knickers, and sheer white nylon stockings supported by six black suspenders. She was a vision of complete and utter perfection of the feminine form.
I pulled up her camisole to reveal her small but pert breasts, and placed my moist painted red lips onto her swollen nipple. It felt like a tiny olive in my mouth as I toyed with it and incredibly it grew harder as I began to carefully tickle it with my tongue. Rachel had her hand around the back of my neck and was caressing my long wavy hair. I glanced over to see Dave staring wide-eyed at us with his legs wide apart and his hand adjusting the obvious discomfort in his underwear.
Rachel's hands moved to the top of my head and pushed me down to my knees, my nose was now in front of her silken crotch and I could already smell her excitement. I lifted my hands and watched in detached amazement as a pair girls hands with long glossy red nails took hold of the black silk knickers and pulled them free from Rachel's slightly bony hips.
The blonde pussy hairs that stared me in the face had been neatly trimmed to width of about 1" along her slit. She was obviously highly aroused as her vaginal lips glistened with her juices had already parted. I pushed her back into the armchair and opened her thighs, then extended my tongue and very gently lapped at her lips, to taste her sweet sex. Rachel however obviously needed treatment at a slightly faster pace, as she thrust her hip forward and buried my mouth deep into her? My tongue was now working overtime on pussy exploring as the full length and as deep into as I could. I found her clitoris, it was extended and quite hard, I rolled it around and tried to suck on it. Rachel moaned and I felt her raise her stocking clad legs and wrapped them over my back, pulling me further into her, if that were possible. It was at this point that I wished I could breathe through my ears as the oxygen in my lungs had finally run out and I had to pull away.
Rachel sighed and smiled and blew me a kiss, then she looked over a Dave, and my eyes followed hers. He was sitting in the same position but his head had rolled back, he was unconscious, it was time to put the final part of the plan into place.
Rachel went over to him and gently slapped his face Dave however was dead to the world, she turned to me and smiled. I went over and joined her; I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and raised him slightly so that we could pull them off. She then grabbed his Calvin Klein's and ripped them off him, whilst I lifted my dress and pulled off my own panties. His limp dick was a stark contrast with my own rigid aching member, which had sprang out from the restrictive Lycra. I had never been as close to another mans dick, as I was now, and felt very uncomfortable. Rachel however took hold of it and began to massage it back into life, with great relief I saw that Dave's condition had not changed, he was totally oblivious.
To my horror Rachel asked me take over, his dick was semi erect as I gingerly took it in my right hand, and slowly began to continue masturbating him. Rachel left the room, only to return seconds later with a digital camera.
She asked me to sit next to him and lift my dress high to expose my own erection, then with one of my hands on his and the other on mine she took the fist photo. Several others followed quickly, with me changing positions and poses, but all with the same theme. This was to be Dave's own personal waterloo he could never survive at work once these pictures had been circulated, it seemed a harsh punishment but if anyone deserved such, it was him. And if I had any doubts they were instantly put aside as the pig suddenly ejaculated over my hand, my horror was profound, Rachel laughed as I franticly wiped the thick hot liquid off my fingers onto Dave's shirt.
Thankfully Rachel was satisfied that she had enough incriminating evidence, and suggested that I made myself respectable, whilst she went to download and the images. I gladly got away from Dave and went through to the bathroom, to wash him away, and repair my makeup. When I had finally washed away any remaining contamination, I returned to the lounge, found my panties and stepped into them to once again conceal my masculinity.
I went through to the kitchen a poured a pitcher of cold water, Rachel had already returned and was holding some of the pictures. Gleefully she showed them to me, they were perfect. The image I saw was of Dave sitting with a pretty young girl, he had is hand in her lap and when you looked closely the he was holding a dick.
Rachel took the pitcher of water from me and began to splash Dave's face, after several spatter's he finally opened eyes. Once he had realized where he was, and his state of dress he began pulled up his underwear and trousers and began apologizing profusely begging our forgiveness, we merely smiled back at him. Rachel walked forward and dropped the pictures in his lap, I watched as he picked them up, with a big stupid grim on his face. I smiled as I saw his grin turn to a grimace. He stood up and threw the pictures to one side and began screaming, and cursing at us such as, 'whores', 'dykes', 'queers', 'bitches' and many other expletives.
Rachel however was in full command as she calmly told him the situation. He was to hand in his resignation, and move out of town, otherwise his colleagues and family would be receiving incriminating emails. Dave muttered and mumbled some incomprehensible words then shouted some more curses and finally left slamming the door behind him.
We fell into each other's arms happy and relieved, celebrating our magnificent success it was apparent that we knew Rachel and Sara made a great team.
End
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