BE FOREWARNED. The following story contains sexually explicit material not suited for those who have not yet achieved the age of maturity. If you should fall into this category, do not read further. Consult the laws of your community to clarify if you are eligible to read adult sexual material. The theme is transsexual. If this type of reading matter offends you, read no further. Go do something else. Standard disclaimer applies. Any association with real people, places, events, or entities is purely coincidental.

 

Paid Poses II              by: Virginia Kane             © 2001. All rights reserved

 

Chapter One.

Josie (Joey) sat on the barstool, burning with anger. Joey’s older brother Lou set him up to become a feminine looking lounge lizard for hire! Lou came over to where Josie sat, away from his group of college friends and explained how he did it, then left the lounge with his buddies in tow. He had tricked Joey into applying for a job as a mechanical bull attendant. Joey didn’t know he’d be dressed up like a girl, with a padded bra and all. At his debut, the announcer renamed the feminized Joey: The Outlaw Josie Wails!

His bronco-riding debut ended not fifteen minutes earlier. After putting on a show for the patrons, Josie returned to the corner of the bar, dressed in her demi-bra, panties, chaps, a vest and a white Stetson cowboy hat. Some of the crowd knew better, but to the naïve, he looked like a girl. Only a slight lump behind the wide silk neckband hinted of Josie’s true gender. Likewise, the two girls sitting on either side were also men in disguise.

"That rotten sneak! You too, Mary, both you and Randy!! How much money did two you wrangle out of Lou to trap me into this farce? Did my dad have anything to do with it? Did he give Lou the blood money he paid you, or the bitch he lives with?"

"Not one cent, Josie. We needed another attendant, and your brother discovered we had a job opening. He only arranged for the fake want ad to appear in a copy of the newspaper meant for only you to see so you’d apply. You did the rest. We don’t need to advertise. We get plenty inquiries from gender benders who’d risk death for a chance to work here. Most of those who apply don’t qualify, but you do. You look terrific dressed as a woman. Your brother probably thought you’d find the job an easy way for you to make fantastic money. You bitched to him about having to work hard for a pittance at your other jobs. He also told me about how you sound just like a girl when you are griping. He was right. Your voice raises a whole octave when you get excited, like it sounds right now."

"My brother Lou comes here to watch you in drag, does he? I’ll bet he’s one of your best customers, the faggot! He’d have to be one to know that you were looking for a sap to set up. Which one of you two sucks my big brother’s dick?"

"Hold on a minute. We don’t have to set people up to work here!"

"You set me up! Didn’t you?"

"Nobody forced you to answer the phony ad. You called us. You arrived within an hour after I called you back. You had to drive straight here in that heap of scrap, prompted only by your lust, to see if my looks matched the sexy voice you heard over the phone. I’m glad no one I know was out driving when you were on your way. That is: if you call that piece of junk a ‘car’. It had to be moved to a nearby storage lot. It was leaking oil in the parking lot so bad it was ruining the asphalt. The owner wanted it towed to the police pound. I interceded for you and had it taken to a friend’s vacant lot, and we had to put an oil-changing pan under the engine so the leaking oil wouldn’t kill the grass under the car.

The owner thought it was an abandoned junk, because the battery was dead. I wanted you to give me your keys so I could move it, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t have started it if I tried. It’s a wonder you made it here in that jalopy. Do the brakes work? The brake pedal was so low I was too leery to drive it, if I could start it. That thing isn’t safe."

"They work. You have to pump up the pedal, using your toe. The brake fluid inside the master cylinder leaks into the reservoir when it sits for over a day without being used."

"You may doubt your brother’s motives, but he really cares about you. When I asked him about moving it, he warned me it was dangerous to drive. He said you have been driving it without insurance or license plates for over a year, and its condition terrified him. One headlight is out, on dim or bright. The clutch slips. The muffler is shot. He said you are so irresponsible you don’t even bother to change the oil, so it smokes like a truck."

"So what! I haven’t the money to replace it, and ran fine, until the money for my support from my mom’s insurance got cut off by my father, because of the ‘bimbo’ now sleeping in my mom’s bed. How am I supposed to get it fixed without money?"

"The thing is beyond fixing, Josie. You must have thought so, too. You didn’t bother to renew the plates or insure it. If it was parked on the street, it would have been towed away and you’d have a string of safety violations as long as your arm. Don’t worry. It’s okay where it sits. If you want, we can retrieve it, but I’m not about to ride in it, and you can’t park it in the lounge lot, because of the oil leak. I suggest you let it stay where it is, until you can afford to fix it. Better yet. Think about replacing it. It’d be cheaper."

"Mary’s right Josie. Concentrate on making some money like we do to get a newer car. Why dump money in a worthless old clunker?" Randy was trying to talk sense to Josie. "That car really wasn’t worth fixing."

"Fine!" Josie choked up. A single tear ran down her right cheek. "I have nowhere to go. I look like a freak from a "B" western. My brother and father both threw me out. My car is gone, and I’m about to have my butt violated by the owner of this menagerie, whose dong is like a baseball bat. I’ve no reason to bitch. People I know here want me to suck men’s cocks for a living. This is great! Let’s have a drink, a real one! I need it!"

"Settle down, Josie. Don’t instigate a scene in front of customers. You still should mingle with them to pick up tips for the great show you put on earlier. Come on. I’ll tag along with you." Randy was too willing. She knew a few patrons might ask her for a riding lesson as well as Josie, if she introduced her to the regulars she knew. New talent always attracts attention, and men are men. They all crave the same thing: oral sex!

Josie was amazed. She collected tips from most of the men in the bar. The men wanted a lot more than a thank you from her, so she air-kissed cheeks and gave the more generous men a sensuous thigh squeezes or hugs as she thanked them, under the tutelage of Randy. With both fists filled with paper money, and her bra and panty festooning with more, she returned to her corner barstool with a reason to be grateful, after all: money. Her booty appeared to be more than she earned in a whole week at her last low-esteem job, after tax withholdings (1972). Mary told her to go count it out in the small office and a bartender would stash it in a special register drawer in an envelope with her name written on it. The lounge’s policy required bronco attendants to not carry cash around in their purses.

"You’ll do better after the midnight show. These early birds don’t tip as well as the men who arrive later. For some reason, probably booze, the men who show up later think they have to tip more in order to be on an even footing with guys who arrive earlier. ." Randy gave Josie a smile as she helped her to unfold the bills Josie took from her bra and panty. The small pile of paper on the desk added up to seventy-eight dollars.

Josie was overjoyed, but reluctant to forgive the other two girls for their part in her being tricked. She’d wait until they thought she forgot. Then she’d pay them back in a way she still had to figure out. Josie was also pleased to hear that she’d be doing another show at midnight. This time she’d adjust the bull’s stirrups, to make sure that she had the benefit of some leverage besides a thin rein to help her stay on the beast’s back the whole time.

When they returned to the bar, a tall man wearing western gear and sporting a stick match rather than a toothpick in his teeth came up to Josie and asked her for a dance. She looked at the other girls for a hint as to what to say in reply. He was good looking, with a touch of gray hair at the temples. She didn’t want to be the only girl on the dance floor.

"Go ahead, Josie. This is Tom. He’s a good dancer," said Mary. Randy gently pushed on Josie’s spine to confirm Mary’s comment. Josie had no choice but to stand up. He had to be a head taller than Josie. Tom took Josie by the hand to the dance floor in the back of the lounge, in the corner opposite the small office. Mirrors made the corner dance area look larger than it was. It also let customers see dancers in three different perspectives. The area could hold six to eight couples at a time, depending on the type of music.

She saw daggers in the eyes of other men who wished they had the nerve to approach her like Tom did. Many men stared at the two as they swayed to Merle Haggard’s singing of an old country blues song. Josie knew how to dance, a little, but never followed someone else’s lead. Tom noticed and told her they’d just sway back and forth until she got her mind into sync with her feet dancing in a woman’s position. "Let me lead. Just follow along. Is this your first time dancing with another man?"

"Uh, yes, uh Tom. I guess I’ll have to learn how. Won’t I?" He knew Josie was a male.

"Hell, girl. You’re doin’ fine. You dance about as good as any filly. Move your arm up higher on my shoulder and lean into me a bit. That way, you can sense which way I’m going to guide you better." She did, and her arm lay over his polished cotton sleeve. She could feel the heat of his body, and she liked the way being held by a man felt. His knees prodded hers to guess which leg to move where. His thighs were as warm as his husky arms. Her body fit snugly against his, but she had to tilt her head back to see his face.

Tom took a step back as another man tapped him on the shoulder. "We’re not at a country social, friend. You can ask the lady for the next dance, if you’d like. She’s dancing this number with me." The man backed off and Tom turned his attention back to Josie.

"Sorry. Some men don’t know better. If I let him cut in, there’ll be a line of men up in no time, vying for your embrace. In those heels you’re wearing, they’d dance your feet off in no time and never give you a chance to rest a spell."

"Is your accent real or put on?"

"Hell, I was born and raised in the city. Moved to the suburbs when my earnings were good enough to get my own place. Furthest west I’ve ever been was St. Louis. This is a fantasyland, where guys can be whatever they want to be, even if it is just for the fun of it. The same goes for you. I bet you look right dashing without all the fancy trimmings."

"That’s a laugh. I’m skinny as a broomstick. You have such hard muscles. I never knew a man could get muscles as hard as yours feel. You must work out a lot."

"I used to. Don’t have the time nowadays. Do it twice a week. Once a body’s pumped up, maintaining a good physique takes a lot less effort. If you don’t keep at it, though, it can turn to fat in no time. Riding bulls here is good exercise, but it still takes a heavy workout to stay firm. Now, what’s a cute filly like you asking about staying fit for? I like your l’il body the way it is. You dance like an angel. Now, don’t you be putting on any weight to fill out those hips of yours! They’re fine like they are, kinda soft, but firm, not mushy"

Tom let his right hand glide down to Josie’s bare rump and gave it a tender pat. The heat of his hand on her bare butt made Josie more aware that she was nearly naked, which must have been why Tom’s bulge was prominent in his faded Levi’s. If he’d ask her, she was willing to go upstairs with him just to see his massive, muscular frame naked.

As a man, Joey never could get a girl to act the same way about him, that "other person" she used to be, seemed to have no luck attracting girls’ attention, no matter how hard he tried. As a pseudo girl, he was attracting plenty. Every man in the lounge was watching her dance. The room actually was quiet, except for the music playing on the jukebox and the bartenders’ clatter as they filled empty glasses with ice to reduce the volume of the drinks they served the thirsty crowd. She saw all the faces reflected on the mirrored walls as Tom spun her around. All eyes were fixed on her and the tall man who held her in his arms. The attention to Josie was intoxicating, as was the muscular stud that held her.

All too soon, the record on the jukebox ended. Tom reluctantly escorted Josie back to her seat. In gratitude, she kissed him full on the lips, in front of everyone. He kissed her back, with a hint of tongue brushing up against her teeth. She swooned, as his hand grasped her by the ass cheek again. "Later." He promised, and he sauntered back to the drink he left on the bar half way to the other end of the lounge.

As Tom predicted, a host of eager men jostled each other for position to ask Josie for the next dance. When she returned to the dance floor, Mary, Randy, and other ‘ladies’ joined her, all with partners of their own. The men were polite, tried to grab ass, but with a grip on their wrists, Josie managed to keep them from groping her too flagrantly in public.

Every man asked Josie how soon she’d begin giving private riding lessons. She had to admit she was still in training, but would become available soon, very soon. They were dismayed, but knew she was only telling them what she was told. Only one man pushed the issue, saying he was from out of town, and might not be back again soon. "Too bad. I’m sure Mary or Randy would be happy to accommodate you."

Sure enough, the man followed Randy into the small office after he danced the following dance with her. Mary also disappeared, shortly thereafter. Josie continued to dance with men who asked her. After all, that’s why she was here. One gave her a ten-dollar bill for being so nice to an older man, and others took the advantage of stuffing a singles or more into her bra or panty, for a chance to touch the soft flesh with their shaky hands.

The owner came to her, and told her to return to the office. She thought he wanted to reap his reward and take her upstairs. Instead, he told her to kick off her shoes and relax until he called for her to do the midnight show. Mary and Randy soon came down the narrow staircase with their smiling dates in tow. After escorting the happy men to the rear exit, they joined Josie in the office to prepare themselves for the next show. They would take turns riding the bull, with Josie coming on last to the exaggerated fanfare of the baritone bartender who did the announcing at the ten o’clock show.

Fixing her makeup, Mary asked if she counted what she earned by dancing with the men, when Randy and her went upstairs. "Yes. It comes to thirty-four dollars, in addition to the seventy-eight from my trip around the room with Randy. That’s over a hundred dollars!

"It’s about right for your first night. More than I got in the first two hours of mine."

"That’s over fifty an hour. All I have to do is a show ride and dance with men a little."

"Don’t count on it to continue forever. The men know you’re new and want to encourage you to continue. Wait a week. You’ll find men aren’t so generous, unless you’re willing to provide them with more than just a good show ride. That’s why you won’t be taking customers upstairs until we finish training you. There’s a lot you have to learn about how to increase desire for your talents, before you apply them. We don’t sell raw sex, like the streetwalkers, and hookers offer to men, who don’t care who provides the suction to their sex-starved dickies or how. We treat each man here as if he’s special, because he is.

We’re like live play performers. Many men like their favorite fantasies filled with sexual innuendo and entertainment performed for their viewing pleasure. Not all are here to get a fast face-fuck to haul off their ashes. Our sexy image portrayals are equally important as the physical acts we provide to assure men achieve a greater release to their deprived egos. We try to imitate the ultimate dream girls they all wish were theirs alone to have and hold. To be successful, we try to look tempting to all present, but available to only one man at any one time, one we select. We can’t have them all line up like soldiers at a brothel, or the whole mystique vanishes into thin air. After we take a man upstairs, he will seldom return to the lounge. He’ll leave by the back door, as if he was never here, so the remaining men in the lounge aren’t reminded of the lucky man that we took up last.

Tonight, you clung onto Tom like he was your Prince Charming. The others were jealous, because you fawned all over him. You did well. He’s cool. He knows he can’t have you, until you can maintain the image of sole possession. A man will pay a lot more to be with a girl or a person that looks great, if he feels she wants him as much as he wants her.

That’s why Tom wasn’t insistent that you stay with him for the rest of the evening. He’ll wank off to an imaginary vision of you until he can enjoy the privilege of your company for real, and he’ll yearn for the day you allow him to do what he and every other guy in the place would like to do. It takes a bit of training to become that desirable.

Why become an easy lounge lizard, when you can become a true mistress of desire that is so tempting, men will beg you to let them kiss your feet? The quest exceeds the reward in the art of seduction. It’s far more profitable to turn away many and satisfy the few. Even they prefer being misled about the bold realization that you service other men in addition to them. If you deny the majority, they all lust after you and respect you. Grant them all your favors, and they will treat you like dirt, because they all will have a taste of what you can provide. Those who haven’t had the pleasure, insure its continuing value Josie."

"But, but that’s being a prick-tease. Men are disgusted by prick teases."

"Sure. To one another, they justify not partaking in your sexual talents by degrading you. In their hearts, which is very close to their wallets, they cherish the quest, all the more. In one week, you will understand. By then, you’ll be able to wrap men around your finger.

Besides, by being selective, we enable the rest of us opportunities to share the rewards.

Your next lesson is to try to comprehend how the owner behaves, before, during and after he takes you upstairs tonight. He ‘discreetly’ mentioned he’d pay a thousand dollars after the first show, to set the value of your company high. Men at the bar know he’ll honor the offer, even though he really doesn’t have to pay one cent to have his way with you. His bid tells every man who heard it how good he expects your performance for him later to be. Every last man in the house wishes that he could afford to ‘break’ you.

"Break me?"

"This is a western bar. ‘Breaking’ broncos is a main theme. You’ve never been mounted. The owner gets the honor of popping your cherry, or ‘breaking’ you, like mustangs at a ranch out west are trained to be ridden and learn to accept a saddle. This lounge caters to men who prefer men. I know of a straight bar where a man can ‘break’ a virgin’s hymen in a way that clear evidence of her loss of virginity is witnessed by the patrons."

"That’s disgusting!"

"Really? My. Aren’t you the prude? There are similar rituals like it practiced all over the world. Even in the so-called civilized world. There was a time a man would throw out the bloodied veil form the bridal chamber to prove to his cavalier relatives he took his wife’s innocence on their wedding night. A wedding ceremony is merely a precursor to the act.

A marriage isn’t a true marriage until it is consummated in the flesh, bucko! Think of the lesser-known meaning of the word: marriage. It is the physical melding of two bodies. For a newlywed couple, it’s accomplished by the initial act of marital sex.

About a hundred years ago, we entered the modern era and bullshit like that went out of the window. Worn-out traditions required women to hide the shape of their bodies as well as their sex organs from public view at all times. They even screwed in total darkness, so their own husbands wouldn’t see their bodies. Can you imagine? Showing an ankle could be interpreted as the act of a wanton woman. I’m glad those days are gone. Think of how a woman smelled from wearing heavy layers of coarse clothing all the time. Phew!

I wonder what a pilgrim would think if he saw a pussy like the fake ones we use to cover up our cocks. Wow! It makes me shudder. They’d piss in their pants watching our acts!"

The lingering purpose of wedding veils that girls still wear on their way to the altar today is a remnant of its forgotten purpose. Often, it was to be used by a husband to display the proof of his taking his bride’s virginity. Today, the white gown is what people associate with a girl’s supposed virginity. Surprised? I may be a bronco rider, but I have history books to back up what I’m saying. I can prove it black and white, if you’d like. We men are such sticklers for petty details, you know." Mary laughed at her double reference.

"What difference does it make? If I ever take a walk up to an altar, I may be the one in a white gown, from the way things are progressing here."

"Well. Now that you mention it, we do have something to put under your white hat for the next show." Mary opened a box and withdrew a veil. She unfolded it and placed it atop Josie’s head. There was no longer any doubt in Josie’s mind as to the owner’s intentions for ravaging her rectum after the midnight floor show. Mary took the vest off Josie and replaced it with a lacy merry widow. With the built-in white lace bra and white stockings that came next, Josie began to look like a bride getting ready for her wedding day. The one thing that was missing was a brocade gown to cover her near nakedness.

Her snow-white chaps covered up her sheer white stockings somewhat, and the boots she wore for the first show were exchanged for a pair of 4" spiked heels with tiny rhinestone spurs decorating the heels and a ornate design in rhinestones glittering the open toes.

Randy stepped out to start the midnight show. Candy entered the office to help Mary to finish Josie’s preparations. Randy was right. Candy could be her twin sister. Then, Candy went out to do her routine. The twins returned together to placate Josie’s trepidation, as Mary left the office to perform her routine to riotous applause. The volume was so loud, Josie thought something must be wrong, and the angry crowd was getting out of hand.

The twins assured Josie that Mary was pumping the crowd up for her appearance, next. She fretted over the skimpiness of her attire. The rowdy men would be sure to attack her if she went out in so scant a costume. Time stood still for her. The twins had to force her to her feet and walk her to the door when she heard the announcer begin her introduction.

The door opened wide. Josie could not see, due to the bright spotlight shining directly into her eyes. She felt herself being pushed into the lounge. The spot turned to the bull.

Sitting atop it was the owner, clad in tails, with a tall black Stetson on his head. He wore a white bow tie around his bare neck, and a black silk vest under his formal jacket. The only other thing he wore on his torso was a black brief, with a white bowtie decorating his prominent bulge. His feet bore jet black, patent leather boots with Cuban heels that bore large rhinestone decorated spurs, matching those on Josie’s delicate white boots.

The owner held out his strong arms, bent low, and whisked Josie up into the saddle in front of him. She could feel the pressure of his cock on the crease of her lace-covered ass.

The bull began to rock. In less than a minute, it was bucking wildly. If she had been alone on the bull, she would have been thrown off, but she was held firmly by her co-rider, and was in the air as much as the pair was on the mount for the next ten minutes.

At one point, her hat flew off, exposing her veil. Shouts and whoops filled the room as men saw the dainty veil flounce around from sudden lurches far more vigorous than the mild exercises she endured on the mechanical device previously. She held the rein, as her co-rider held her waist and breasts. Their flowing movements mimicked the act she knew she’d do in private in the apartment above, later on. As the ride came to a halt, she leaned back against the owner. He turned her head and kissed her lips, with a rolling French kiss that urged her to open her lips to accept his searching tongue.

Amid confetti and cheers, the couple dismounted. Mary was still circulating Josie’s white hat, filed to the brim with money, through the massive standing-room only crowd in the company of the two bruisers Josie met at the beginning of the evening. With a deep bow, the bridal couple retreated into the lounge’s office.

The owner led her up the stairs and carried her through the apartment to the last bedroom, the one she had not seen previously. He stripped her veil and set it aside. He then picked her up and seated her upon the special padded saddle affixed to the mount, on her back, still dressed in the bridal corset. He leaned over and kissed her. His hands grabbed at her ersatz breasts, which he took time to smother with hot kisses and titillate with his rapid vibrating tongue. She pulled his head closer, forcing him to suckle on her meager nipples like a demon possessed. As he did, he dry humped her groin with his rampant hammer.

Josie could tell he was ready. A cock as hard as steel begged for immediate release from the stretched-out, bowtie festooned bit of nylon that tried to contain the surging monster.

She pulled at the panty, and his cock sprung free of it, like a snake, pouncing on its prey.

It hit her exposed balls with a slap! As she tried to grasp it, the owner pulled the plug in her bottom out, replacing it with a well-lubricated finger She bucked against it, knowing salve he put on it would lessen the pain she was about to endure. He kissed her lips once more as he loomed over her and let his cock’s head penetrate into her rosebud.

It popped in, causing her to moan in pain and shake with fear. Surely he would tear her tender ring of muscle if he continued to violate her precious aft passage. "Oh, yeah. You are tight, girl. You should have refused and held out. I’d have paid two grand for this."

He pushed his cock home in one long thrust, to the sound of Josie screaming into his ears in pain from his sudden assault. His mouth covered her open lips to squelch her cries for mercy and let his hard log settle deep in the depths of the tight channel not designed for a forceful nor instantaneous intrusion. She felt tissue tear, knowing she would not be able to walk due to certain damage to her reluctant, sensitive orifice.

Josie felt stuffed full by the thick cock squeezed into her tiny opening and tried to expel him, without success. "Oh, please. Stop! It hurts too much. I can’t do it. You’re way too big. You’ll injure me permanently. This is so wrong. I don’t dislike you. It’s not you; it’s your cock. It’s too big for me and will rip me apart. I don’t even know your name. I can’t believe I let you do this and I don’t even know your name. Tell me your name!"

"It’s OWNER. You will always address me as sir, or OWNER, because I own you now, body and spirit. By the time I’ve finished, you won’t want to live without having me do it to you again and again. Mary said you’d be tighter than most, but I wasn’t too convinced. You have a marvelous love nest. I’m about to ‘break’ you. Try not to scream too much. It will only hurt for a few minutes the anesthetic on my cock quells the pain and the lotion I used lubricates your passage. If I take it back out now, I doubt that it will be able to get in again. I don’t want to hurt you, so let the salve do its thing. Then, we can proceed. You’ll soon love the feeling of having my cock inside you. Trust me."

"I can’t. Please take it out. It’s too BIGGGG!!" She pushed against him to no avail. His hard cock remained deeply seated inside of her pliant, yet tight hole. In spite of Josie’s pleas, he patiently waited for her body’s shaking from fear and pain to subside, the pain of her rebirth as a submissive sexual delight. As she gradually settled down, to accept the inevitable, he began moving his cock to help her ass grow accustomed to his huge shaft.

Observing that she no longer thrashed in agony, he increased his slow, deliberate thrusts. Her sphincter grasped at the pummeling cock, as it repeatedly filled her relaxing void, her inner source of arousal sensed the mushroom shape moving along the lining of the tight passage, exciting her libido more than she was willing to admit.

He sank it deep; pushing it in as far as it would go. She began to respond instead of letting his cock slide out or worm its way deeper unassisted. He increased the stroke and pace, thrusting into her with growing vigor. She responded in kind, gradually pulling him into her, trying to retain the relentless cock, reluctant to let him withdraw it completely.

Her legs slid off his shoulders and grasped him by the waist. Without saying a word, she sank the tiny spurs on her heels into his broad back and drew blood from scratches she made. Once she marred his back with proof of her willingness to accept his cock inside her, he grasped her legs and returned them to his shoulders so they’d do no further harm.

He reached down for her cock and stroked it gently. It started to stiffen as his thumb tip massaged the crown, and his outstretched fingers cupped the shaft. His other hand toyed with one eraser size nipple, then the other. She began to mew from his relentless pursuit of her increasing passion. "YES, FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! OH! OH! OH! OH!" She screamed. Her stiff cock sprayed thick cream all over her new corset and breasts. She could feel her jism hit her neck, from the force of her ejaculation.

OWNER continued to ravage her for the next half-hour. She came three times in all, from his cock deep inside of her deflowered anus, from his toying with her nipples, and from his stroking of her erect penis. Satisfied that she would not cum again unless he changed tactics, he touched a button on the remote in his hand, bringing the bull’s motor to life. She was now riding his cock as he stood still. Her splayed legs surrounded his waist, but she didn’t use her spurs to mar his flesh again. She rode him for all she was worth as he closed his eyes and concentrated on his own approaching sexual release.

She came again with a burst of inner energy that took OWNER over the top and gave her an exquisite internal orgasm that rocked her core. She was seeing stars as her sweat-slick body quivered in sheer delight. His load blossomed deep inside of her colon, warming her gaping tunnel with sticky heat. Her ass sloshed audibly, caused by his hard thrusts as she drained OWNER of his cream. She then felt faint from the strain of her final orgasm.

OWNER touched a switch, subduing the beast beneath her and lifted her up into his arms. Still deeply entrenched, he set her onto the bed beside the mount. With a kiss, he brought her to her senses, as he hovered over her supine body still feeding her ass his cock.

She again wrapped her legs around him, languidly reveling in the full feeling of his thick dick deep inside her well-used pseudo-pussy. Owner waited patiently until his hard cock subsided and she forced it out of her dupa with a squeaky BRUP!

They lay side-by-side on the bed, he in admiration, and she in the throes of post-coital bliss. When she stirred once again, he took the veil he had set aside earlier and wiped the blood that clung to his cock; then wiped her tender crease, which bore more evidence of her newly wounded passage. The total amount of blood was negligible, yet it proved her virginity was taken in accordance with ancient traditions. OWNER intended to keep the stained symbol of her dénouement as a trophy for "breaking" her.

He leaned over and kissed the puckered flower between her cheeks, as she held his head in her hands and sighed with deep emotion-filled gasps as his tongue reamed her. She pulled his head up to hers to urge him to stop, thankful her ordeal was over, and to show her gratitude for the care he used while he had taken her cherry by kissing his lips.

Chapter Two.

When she awoke, he was still in bed beside her. They had spent the entire night as lovers do, entwined in each other’s arms and legs in post-coital bliss. Her rosebud felt more than just sore. It was burning. Had she not thoroughly cleansed herself while preparing to face her anal onslaught, she would have had to expel solid matter on arising. Instead, she rose and attempted to purge the thick cream that lazily leaked from her backside. It oozed into the toilet bowl in viscous rivulets.

Mary opened the other door to the bathroom. "You okay?" She asked. Josie grimaced and nodded silently. The look on her face explained the degree of pain she was in. "Don’t try to force it out. Here. Line a panty with tissue. It will absorb what leaks out so that it will not soil the panty. Wear a soft cotton panty, instead of one made of nylon. You’ll find some in the dresser in the bedroom you slept in all night. It’s your room for now. You’ll sleep in there with the owner, as is his custom with new trainees. Don’t worry. He will not abuse your bum again until he’s absolutely sure that any torn tissue inside has healed, and the swelling has subsided.

I suggest that you listen closely to his instructions, obey them, and whatever you might do, don’t sass him back. The man demands total obedience from girls in training. He may take out your inept behavior on all of us. Take my word for it. It isn’t worth the trouble.

Josie donned a cotton panty with a layer of tissue inside the back and returned to the bed, trying to slide in without waking owner. He stirred as she snuggled to him, hoping he still was pleased with her. His arm draped over her, and he pulled her closer, his eyes still not opening. His lips found a nipple and teased it a bit, before he fell back asleep. When she awoke later, he was beside her, propped up on his lower elbow, smiling down at her.

"Open up that cute little mouth." She did as he told her immediately. He peered inside, pulling her lower lip down with his thumb, with his closed fingers under her chin. To an observer, he appeared to be examining her teeth like a horseman examines a potential prize mare. He ran his index finger of his other hand behind her lips, along the gums.

"Kay did well. They don’t look too big for your face, but they’re thicker than they were, thick enough to suck golf ball through a garden hose. They have to mold into the proper shape before the collagen sets up firmly. Otherwise you’ll feel like you have cotton wads in front of your teeth, like you do at the dentist, when he needs to have your lips kept out of his way to work on your gums. Extending them more will make them look nicer, too."

He kicked away the duvet and took his soft cock in his hand, waving it at her. "This will do the job nicely. If you take the head of it between your lips and suck it like a Popsicle, you’ll soon find out what I mean. As my cock gradually expands, keep your lips on the head only, if you want those lips to look pretty instead of locked into a permanent pout, You’ll need to use a retainer of similar diameter, when I’m occupied elsewhere. After you keep them open a few days, they’ll fit my corona snugly when you form a wide ‘O’.

Now, kneel down between my knees and get to work. Complain in any way, and I’ll turn you over and use your butt again first to make my cock harder. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

Josie was afraid to refuse him. She let her thick lips touch the head of his cock to feel the smooth texture of it. She inhaled through her mouth to suck it inside. It was obvious that he had washed it thoroughly, as it smelled of fresh mint. He must have used toothpowder or a liquid rinse to impart the flavor. If every cock presented to her smelled and tasted as nice as his, Josie knew she wouldn’t mind doing this new job full time.

If only sperm had a better taste, she could really enjoy the act more. Women never paid Joey any attention. Posing as a girl for just two days prompted this handsome man to bid a lot of money to let him fill her butt up with his manhood and ride her until he climaxed. Why worry over letting a man instead of a woman touch and caress his body. No girl ever let him get close enough for Joey to get excited like owner did, not even Mary or Kay or Randy. This man made sure she had four fantastic orgasms before he unloaded his spunk.

If this or men like him wanted to pay good money to use her body for a sperm receptacle, Josie saw no reason to make a big stink over false morals, not with all the profit she could make for going along with the program. Josie’s dancing with Tom and toying with Mary and Randy earlier proved that flesh is flesh and lips are lips, male or female. Getting too upset because it was perverse wouldn’t have stopped owner, so why bother fighting it?

She let him "break" her because she wanted some easy money. Now, she eagerly tried to satisfy his peculiar demand to stretch her collagen-enhanced lips by sucking his cock in a certain way, to guarantee that he’d let her continue working at the Lasso Lounge.

Her lips stretched tightly to his firm globe. Too tightly, but his flesh relented, conforming to her restricted lips as she applied more suction to the mass. She let the corona slip back out and moistened her lips for better vacuum. Resuming her task, she bobbed her head up and down to excite the round cockhead to grow. She didn’t want tight lips that would make her look like a goldfish, so she did as he instructed her. He said it would only take a few days to adjust to the size of his abundant cockhead.

The sooner she could get his cock hard, the sooner her thick lips would stretch properly to enhance her looks. If she was going to be a highly paid cocksucker for who knows how long, she wanted to look like every man’s wet dream. She’d work hard at it and ask Mary and Randy for their advice, so she could earn even more money. The first thing she’d ask about was how to grow breasts like they had. The breasts she craved didn’t have to be very big, because she was thin, but they had to be round and inviting. Owner seemed to like her nipples, even as they were. As a man, Joey always was overly conscious of a girl’s rack. Having a set seemed an essential asset to plying the art form he was learning.

After a minute of sucking owner’s cock, it started to grow. After five, he was almost too big to keep between her lips. Ten minutes into her lip exercise, he filled her mouth with his creamy goo, holding her head in place, and instructing her not to swallow his deposit. She nodded to let him know she understood and would obey him. His ejaculation soon subsided. She felt like her cheeks were puffed out. They were. He told her to get off of the bed and look at her face in the mirror in the bathroom, but not to swallow a drop.

She looked like a blowfish. "Look inside the second drawer on the right." She saw a gag in the drawer inside a plastic bag. "Bring it here to me." She returned to the bedroom to owner’s open arms and handed him the plastic bag. He forced her cum-filled mouth open with the gag. It was shaped like half of a rubber ball. It popped into place, forcing her lips to open wide. The center of the gag had a large hole all the way through. She could easily breathe through the hole if she wanted to, and could talk in a somewhat garbled voice, as the device didn’t restrict her tongue or teeth.

"Don’t swallow until I tell you. Get used to the taste of my sperm. Let it mingle with your saliva. Your lips should always glisten with spent sperm. Let some ooze out through the lip enhancer, then plug the hole in the center with the tip of your tongue." He smeared the expelled spunk over her lips. "After it dries, don’t wash it off. Savor its taste as long as you can. Let more sperm escape from of your mouth using your tongue to keep your lips moist. The collagen in your lips will eventually dissipate in time. More will be added as needed to keep your lips extended and looking very sexy. In a few days, the men down in the lounge will get hard-ons just from seeing you purse your lips.

Sperm is also very good for your complexion. It’s full of protein. It will keep your pretty lips shining. I may have an extract made of it to have Kay inject into your lips. Won’t that be nice? Your lips will swell up, full with my love juice, to remind you of the reason you are here. Men like a pair of thick lips wrapped around their cocks.

You’re a cocksucker now to entertain customers as I see fit. Your ass and mouth are mine to direct from here on in. Mess around with me and you’ll soon rue the day that you were born. I expect you to comply with my instructions without the least bit of hesitation.

On the other hand, if you follow orders, like all the other girls do, which shouldn’t be too difficult, you’ll soon become wealthy. I’m sure it will help you to be a cooperative riding instructor. Mary will teach you how to deal with men that want to play rough with you in any way. The men know they’d better treat you with tender care if they want good head. The dumb ones never get invited upstairs. Bartenders and regulars explain the rules and terms about the riding lessons to new people who show an interest in you and the others.

There’s an apartment in the building next door that you’ll share with the other girls on your shift, once you are trained. Some activities may require you to rest for a few days in between your turns on duty, until you properly adapt to your principal responsibilities. You and your roommates will share living expenses. They’ll teach you to improve your appearance and give you advice on how to increase your earning potential.

I understand you had a difficult problem in the past in comprehending what the sharing of expenses equally means. I don’t think that will happen here in our organization. Mary and Randy are generous girls, but you will have to carry your share of the load as they do without any complaints or derision. Is there anything you’d like to ask me?

Look down at my cock when I speak. Don’t slouch. Don’t look away. I don’t intend to repeat instructions. This is a lucrative business. I have to answer to my partners. You’ll answer to me, if you screw up. They put me in charge of this operation because I’m a fair man and treat you ‘girls’ with proper respect. Don’t think for one minute that I’ll let you get away with anything. Do your job, and we’ll all get along. Fuck up and you may find out how mean I am if I have to be. As you see, I don’t tolerate disobedience. Nod if you understand me." Josie nodded obediently, afraid not to show compliance.

"You may swallow. Don’t rinse your mouth out after you leave. Get used to tasting cum aging in your mouth. Return to me in four hours for your next session. We hire a service to clean the apartments. If you show up late, or commit other transgression, you’ll do the cleaning, instead, and your roommates will suffer if it isn’t done properly. Now, go."

"I’ve go no cloves on."

"What’s that? Oh! I understand. Mary has a set waiting for you to wear. She’s in charge of all aspects of your training, except for providing your lip exercises on either end. Her cock is too small for that, or I’d have her attend to that, as well. I’ve got enough of other things to keep me busy. I can’t be spending all my time on one new talent.

Go!"

Without being told, Josie curtsied. It seemed to be the right thing to do. She held the lace fringe of her white bridal corset and dipped. He smiled at her. She knew he wasn’t mean.

He tried to act mean, but his deep eyes told her otherwise. He had his job to do and she had hers. The only difference: owner’s job didn’t require him to suck men’s cocks. His huge cock enabled him to do as he pleased. Josie wondered if it had been augmented like her lips. It had to be to be able to grow to such impressive proportions.

Chapter Four.

Josie found Mary patiently waiting for her in the next bedroom. "Owner’s a tough guy, isn’t he? Don’t you believe it for a second, Josie! He’s really a nice guy. He has to force himself to sound mean, because he has to maintain the peace between two-dozen lounge employees and independent entrepreneurs.

You can remove that gag while we talk, Josie. Go brush your teeth if you’d like. He was trying to act rough by telling you to leave it in for four hours. You shouldn’t keep it in for more than an hour at a time. Your jaw hinges will cramp up, and your front teeth will get mal-aligned from pressure against them holding the gag in place for long periods of time.

A handy little two-inch diameter plastic funnel with straight sides and a small outlet at the end will work as well to shape your lips into a cupid’s bow without affecting your teeth. You can hold it in place by holding the tiny spout between your teeth. The desired effect is to have your lips conform to the shape of a cock of the same diameter. First, the half globe you now have in place will extend your lips, gradually. Then, the little funnel will let the injected collagen set up evenly. Flexing your lips on the funnel will strengthen your lip muscles and will ensure you can achieve maximum surface manipulation on the cocks that you’ll soon be sucking into your mouth on a regular basis.

Camping outlets sell the funnels for pouring fuel into the small tanks on camping stoves and lanterns. They’re inexpensive and effective. We buy a dozen at a time, when we have our lips enhanced by Kay. She only does a few of us girls at any time, so we’re not all out of action on the same days. I’m due for my collagen ‘renewal’ next week. She’ll add a bit more collagen to your lips when she renews mine. She increases the thickness gradually, to avoid stretch marks."

"What’s an enter-pure-newer? Is that what we are?"

Mary laughed. "Yes, I suppose. An entrepreneur is someone who starts a business from scratch. Believe it or not it’s a real word. It’s derived from the French term for one who set things in motion, beforehand, like an organizer. We work downstairs for a salary and the tips we get from customers for dancing with us and letting them pet us. What we do upstairs isn’t part of our jobs, but the lounge encourages us to us to get gifts on our own, independently of the lounge. How we go about doing it is up to us.

We can’t charge men for sex. The lounge charges only for the riding lessons we give. If we choose to provide men sexual thrills after their lessons, it isn’t part of the lessons. It’s an independent activity that occurs between two people who wish to enjoy each other’s company enough to share intimate encounters.

Have you ever been to a ‘bookstore’ with viewing booths that have ‘glory holes’?"

"Yeah, but only a few times. Never had much money to feed into the token machines."

"Did you ever see a man stick his cock through a booth’s ‘glory hole’ or wave a finger at you from inside of the adjacent booth?"

"Yeah. I saw a finger waving once, and saw cocks a couple of times. I wasn’t interested."

"The waving finger was an invitation to give you a anonymous blowjob. The cocks that waved at you were requesting you to give the occupants in the next compartment one."

"I just watched the silent porn movies and wanked off." Josie chose to listen and learn.

"‘Glory holes’ are a convenience about which the law tends to look the other way. The police figure horny people will seek sexual relief that way rather than commit crimes of violence. Some men get so horny they get nasty when they can’t have what other people have. Some of them do some terrible things to girls. It’s better that they can get what they want in ways that don’t leave any serious scars on innocent victims, like rapes do. A girl can never forget her trauma of having been raped. Some men have no conscience when it comes to violating an innocent girl, leastwise, not at the time they commit a rape.

Unfortunately, not all men possess the charm to entice young girls into having sexually motivated relationships with them. Having sex without commitments between consenting adults may be socially frowned upon, but it’s not illegal, unless one party is subdued into doing it. Sex between two men is socially taboo, but again, it’s not illegal in this state unless one partner uses undue force to subdue the other. The Lasso Lounge offers men similar benefits that bookstores offer, but uses riding lessons and a western motif instead of the stag movies to attract patrons, generating a profit legally in the process.

At the Lasso Lounge, we see our lovers face to face, uh, some of the time. If men ever want to offer you money, make sure it’s afterwards, so it is definitely given to you as a tip for the riding lesson, not as payment in advance for providing them with sex. Once the mutually agreed upon sexual activity is finished, your partners aren’t required to pay for it. They often offer tips in hope of insuring your willingness to repeat the encounter with them again in the near future. Tips men give are distinguishable from compensation for sexual services provided because they’re always voluntary. It’s an important legal point should you ever be accused of soliciting sex. It’s a fine distinction, but since a tip offered after the fact it is merely a sign of their appreciation, it can’t be considered as a condition of the sex you provide to men you bring upstairs.

There are no laws against people giving others money in gratitude for one person being nice to another. It’s not a stipulated compensation. If this state ever passes such laws, many fund-raisers and young lovers will fill the jails to overflowing. There’d be no room in jails for us. If a girlfriend gets gifts from a boyfriend, is she guilty of soliciting?

Also, never mention tips in advance. When you have sex with men without charging a fee of any kind you can’t get arrested for pandering. If men you see aren’t satisfied enough to warrant giving you a tip afterwards, you lose out. If a man goes up to a room with you for a riding lesson, don’t initiate sex, until you are sure having sex with you is his intention and can anticipate that he’ll be benevolent to you without coercing a tip from him. You’ll be surprised how many offer more than you’d expect. They don’t want you to think that they’re cheapskates or paupers. That’s why the owner set the price of your initiation high without saying that he’d have sex with you. Everyone knew that he was going to ‘break’ you in, but an explanation as to what he planned to do wasn’t necessary

We’ll screen your riding students for a while, and warn you if we suspect you are going upstairs with someone that might be a plain-clothes cop from the vice detail. All you do in such a situation is give that person a riding lesson, and nothing more.

If you ever are unsure about a man, ask us discreetly. If you should become leery of any man once you are in a room with him and think he might be a cop, ask him. Policemen have to advise you that they are policemen if you ask. Also, ask every man to take off his pants, to be ‘searched’ for concealed weapons. The cops can’t expose their private parts to you while in a sting operation. It’s called ‘entrapment’. A potential lover will be eager to whip out what he keeps inside his pants if he is interested in sex with you. It works.

We can’t take any chances. If one of us gets busted for pandering, the entire operation may get closed down. If you’re carelessness is the cause, the owner won’t appreciate it or post your bail. You’ll have to pay for it out of your own savings or sit in the lockup until you’re arraigned for a trial. Once you get busted, your job here is history. If you intend to stick around for a while, play it safe. Don’t get busted. Your legal defense in court will wipe out your savings, and you’ll eventually end up as a ‘wife’ to a cellmate if you have to do hard time. Transvestites don’t get to keep money they are forced earn while in a jail. Their ‘husbands’ keep it all. A transvestite hooker is the low man on the totem pole in the social order of a jail’s unique subculture."

"Where did you learn about that?"

"I first became a ‘queen’ when I did some hard time for car theft, my third offense. I was straight when I arrived in prison, and got ‘turned’ by my cellmate. It happened during my first night. I got out of jail on a legal technicality that my lawyers found and raised, after I was convicted and sentenced. My trial was luckily thrown out of court and my conviction was rescinded. However, I had to spend three very tedious months learning all about how the subculture ‘inside’ operates.

While I was still ‘inside’, I realized I had little hope for getting an early parole or landing a decent paying job without first getting a good education. I had no family or friends to help me stay out of trouble. I learned you don’t get ahead by committing crime the hard way. I had to be able to earn my living somehow. I was determined to better myself, and signed up for some college classes offered by the state penal system to get away from my overbearing cellmate and his enterprising use of my body at least a part of the time.

When I was released, I was able to continue attending classes at the local junior college without much of a problem. One teacher from the jail taught at the junior college, too. He helped arrange my transfer. He knew what my plucked eyebrows and the extreme care with which I walked meant. Soon after I started attending the regular college evenings, he approached me to date him socially.

He asked me to go out to dinner with him. He didn’t threaten me with exposure, but I knew that he could expose my prison record if I reported him for approaching a student with intent to become intimately involved, so I wasn’t too worried. I decided to go along until I figured out how to not be exposed as an ex-con. The teacher was much older than I was, so he wasn’t attractive to me, but he still looked very good for his age. I was only nineteen at the time, I had no friends, very little money and the rent for my single room was overdue. Seeing him socially didn’t seem to pose a major problem at the time, so I agreed to go out with him. At least, I’d get a free meal for my accepting his offer.

After a few fancy dinners filled with probing conversation about my background and my plans for the future, he offered me a place to live rent-free, in his fairly nice house instead of in the seedy rooming house where I had virtually zero privacy. Hey, I knew that he’d expect something in return eventually, but I still thought it was a decent break at the time. I was without means to pay the rent on the lousy room I had. My last employer found out that I done time in a prison and decided to ‘downsize’ me out of my job.

Without the teacher’s tempting offer to house me, I’d have been out on the street, and likely unable to continue my college classes until I found another job and a place to stay.

"You were lucky to have someone to befriend you, when you were down and out, Mary."

"Yes, in fact I sure was. The teacher’s home was a tri-level in a nice neighborhood with three spacious bedrooms, a living room, and had a complete recreation room in the lowest level with an entertainment center, a Jacuzzi tub built-in and a fully equipped kitchen next to the spacious den, in addition to the main kitchen on the main floor. The rec room was almost a complete apartment by itself, luxurious in comparison to how I was used to living up until then. I felt like I died and went to heaven living in such a luxurious pad.

He didn’t demanding that I provide sex to countless others like my cellmate did or even to him. All that he asked of me was to accompany him to dinner on occasion and to keep him company as he cruised the local bars. He was gay and wanted to show a protégée off to his friends. He said it wasn’t necessary for me to be his lover, just his companion.

He introduced me to his gay friends, who were very nice people. Most were polite to me, and seemed to be no different than straight people I knew, self-centered and fun loving. Hell, what did I care? He was true to his word so far, and still didn’t ask me to have sex with him. I moved in shortly thereafter. He even asked me if I was interested in cleaning house for him. He provided me with a weekly allowance until I could find a new job. Not having to work, I concentrated on my studies. I figured I owed him a lot for the chance he gave me to improve myself by attending college full-time in the following semester. He continued to treat me as if I was the child he never got to sire and raise, because he was exclusively gay. I didn’t mind being his adopted son.

After a month or so, he confessed that he enjoyed dressing up as a woman to go partying on occasion, wearing extravagant evening gowns. Jack was very good looking when he was all dolled up. At his request, I took him out on dates a few times. She was ‘Jackie’ when dressed as a woman. We could go anywhere we’d like without his being exposed as an imposter. While dancing, I’d often forget that he was a man. His moves were totally feminine when he was en femme. Since I’d worn feminine styled outfits in jail, seeing him attired in dresses wasn’t a shock to me.

Well, it wasn’t long after his coming out to me that he asked if I’d like to try it to go out on a double date. I had met the two brothers that were to be our escorts previously. Both were very gay. The younger of the two was under thirty at the time, I’m sure. Jack almost begged me for the chance to date the older brother. I agreed. After all, he knew all about what my cellmate did to me in jail. I couldn’t honestly say I never considered having sex with another man. My butt was still recovering from my short stint in the can.

Jack bought a sheath dress for me to wear, and took me out shopping for everything I’d need to become a convincing woman. After I had my face made up and hair styled by a professional beautician at a dress shop that catered to transvestites, I was laced into a full corset that almost cut me in two, or so I thought at the time. The corset required me to hold my spine perfectly straight or wince in pain from its restriction. The pads in the bust of the corset filled me out nicely. Six garters held up sheer nylons that were added to my ensemble to prevent the corset from riding up. I was instructed how to sit, bend and perform other tasks while wearing the body sculpting corset underneath the form-fitting dress he bought me. I was hooked. I knew that I’d repeat the experience as often as I could. I fell in love with the silky feeling that the feminine finery gives to its wearer.

That night after dining and dancing, the younger brother made a pass at me in the car on the way back to the house. He was aggressive, but was kind and considerate, so it’s hard to use the word aggressor to describe how he treated me. He used all the right words to make me feel wanted: told me I was the most beautiful girl he ever met, that he would like me to become his wife, and that he had to have me, or he’d go insane. I fell for it.

I found out later, he used the same line on all the girls he dated. Oh, well. Live and learn.

After about our fourth date, he wanted me to start using hormones, so he could take me to meet his family. I agreed, but he never did take me to meet them. I only got to meet his older brother for a three way, instead. I was in the meat in the middle of a sex sandwich.

Two feisty guys sucking my blossoming boobs was the ploy they used to get me to lower my guard. They said I’d love the way it would feel. I did, but before the night was over I satisfied both of them in every way possible. That’s how I got started seeing two guys at a time on subsequent dates that Barry arranged.

That started when Barry stopped by with a friend, and we started to pet while this friend of his watched. Barry claimed his friend never saw a transvestite developing real breasts. After I reluctantly showed the man mine at Barry’s insistent pleading, Barry withdrew as his friend became amorous. Barry calmly sat back and watched his friend get me worked up and susceptible to the man’s clear intentions for me to return his oral caresses.

I was being admired and didn’t mind Barry touching my pert new breasts. After all, Barry paid for the expensive hormone injections and pills. He was proud of the way they were budding. He naturally wanted to show me off to his friends. The second time he brought a friend to see them, I found out the friends paid Barry to ogle my meager new boobs, get me all excited and then have me relieve their stress sexually. The second guy didn’t know I wasn’t aware of the financial arrangements, so he paid Barry right in front of me.

Barry said I should have guessed that he’d want to recover the cost of my enhancements.

Aghast, I threw him and the friend out on their ears, only to hear Barry threaten to hire a lawyer for repayment. After I got the warning letter, I told Barry I’d find a way to pay off the debt, so he wouldn’t make trouble, telling everyone I bled money from him to get my boobs, and refused to pay him back. He said he could show paid bills for prescriptions in my name, and the word ‘paid’ stamped with his personal check numbers on the bills.

If he tried to take me to court, I knew I wouldn’t be thrown back in jail, but I didn’t want to go through the hassle of another trial. Lawyers cost a lot of money. Jack agreed to pay Barry off, and then severed his social ties with Barry and his older brother, as well.

Jack agreed to call the payoff a loan, and asked if I would work off the debt by playing the part of his housemaid full-time. Friends would drop in as he played the regally attired mistress and I his uniformed maid. He never requested I become involved in any sexual antics, but I did, as some of his friends were very attractive. He didn’t mind as long as he directed the games we’d often play. He had most of the sex, so I didn’t mind being bait he used to attract younger straight men for a walk on the wild side. Seems straight men treat transvestites as real women, when it comes to getting oral sex, because they remain the dominant partner, yet are passive in oral sex. I still see Jack regularly, and someday, I may quit working here to move back in with him, once I can feel I am independent of his charity. Now you know all about me, and how I came to land here, Josie.

If you’re smart you’ll keep your soft buns out of jail, girl. It’s no picnic having a dozen or more men take turns spreading open your cheeks at both ends night after night, until you think that you’re going to drown in a sea of spunk.

Afterwards, they treat you like you have lice or worse. Not one of the inmates will even talk to you in daylight. You wake up in your cell and find another new outfit waiting that makes you look like the cheap slut you are. Your cell remains unlocked. Men line up all night long to fill your lips and ass without bothering to ask you if you mind. They take what they want and pay your pimp cellmate cash and favors for their pleasure romps. You get nothing. Even guards take turns using you for arranging to leave your cell door unlocked at night. It’s a cruel life for someone who isn’t a good street fighter and feels getting beat up and used anyway isn’t worth pain and suffering to make a moot point."

"How long did it take for your breasts to grow from prescription hormones, Mary?

They sprouted in about two months, but took more than a year to grow enough to fill out a C cup. Hormones can give you mood swings, cramps, softer skin and a wider butt. Your peter shrinks from continuous hormone use, too. It took a long time for me to get used to the subtle changes that come with taking estrogen. Some transsexuals don’t even fill out well or end up looking like natural women. I was fortunate. Posing a girl must suit me. I think an inherent genetic inclination has a lot to do with it. I was never very manly. When I was a kid, I got teased about being a fag a lot. Womanhood wasn’t hard to accept. As you can see, I can never pass for being a guy again. I enjoy being a girl in every way.

Don’t start on hormones unless you know you’re willing to continue living as a girl for the rest of your life. Many gay men don’t like seeing breasts on a guy. Others do. I had my fill of wild sex. Once I have my final surgery, I’m planning to retire and go hunting for one man who wants an experienced, good-looking wife to satisfy his kinky taste.

I want to be the sexy housewife of a straight or bi-sexual man who likes to use my back door once in a while, too. I don’t know if I’ll let him know I once had a peter of my own. It depends on how he feels about what determined men who aren’t very manly to begin with can do to become a complete as possible woman through modern science."

"Then, you’re planning to have surgery to be changed completely into a woman?"

"Josie, I was always a woman deep down inside, but I didn’t know it until I began to look like one. This is more natural to me than manhood. I can’t perform like most men do any more. The surgery is only the final step to correct an error that happened when I was still in my mom’s womb, that’s all. I should have been born with a pussy instead of a cock. I feel lucky that I met the psychologist Kay works for. He helped me a lot to transition."

"I suppose we’re a lot alike, Mary. My brother used to call me a ‘pussy’ when we were young. He knew I’d fit in here as a willing sex toy, the rat. I wonder if he discussed it with my dad, first. I wouldn’t put it past him. He used to tease me about being gay, long before I knew what it meant. I wonder how often he came here, before I arrived in town.

His familiarity with the lounge might be the very thing to get back at him for tricking me into applying for the job here."

"Will you forget about how you got here? Aren’t you happy here? From the way you jumped right into doing things I showed you, I thought you were. What’s wrong with getting all the sex you can handle? The patrons like you a lot. The pay is outstanding and you have a place to stay free of charge. If you have to fend for yourself out on the street, you’ll soon get into a bind and end up in a jail, like I did, and be doing all the same things we do here without the benefit of the owner’s protection and a growing bank account.

Give it a fair try, Josie. Don’t put all the blame on your older brother. You didn’t scream rape one time, since the first time I gave you head until the owner ‘broke’ you last night. Why bother to get back at your older brother? Maybe he thinks he did you a favor."

"Some favor! My butt is so sore. I can’t walk straight. My lips look as if I received a sock on the jaw in a brawl. You tell me I have to wear this gag or a small funnel in my mouth, or my lips will remain in a permanent ugly pout. I’m expected to suck men’s cocks, and offer them my ass for fucking as well, once it heals from the reaming the owner gave it. Boy! Remind me to thank my brother the next time I see him. . What a terrific break for me! A young girl couldn’t ask for more, but I’m not a girl, I’m a guy!"

"Calm down, Josie. Your voice went up two whole octaves. In a few short weeks, having frequent sex with men won’t seem so revolting. In a week, you’ll get a chance to get it on with a few women patrons as well as the men, if you ever want to assert your manhood. In fact, as one of the attendants, I’ll venture you’ll have more sex with women than you’d ever experienced as a young man on your own, chasing them. The women who like men who emulate them come around a lot during the daytime, when the lounge isn’t crowded with men. There are lots of women who seek something different. You could do worse."

"I thought the lounge is closed down during the daytime."

"It is, but some people call ahead to arrange for lessons, or they come to the restaurant across the street and call to see if anyone is available. If you’d care to meet a woman, all you have to do is let me know when. This is a liberal enterprise. We’re don’t discriminate against women." Mary’s suggestive comment was meant to stifle Josie’s obvious anger over being the brunt of her brother’s trick, which led Joey here just a few days before to become a sexual fantasy come true for male patrons, as Josie saw it.

"Okay, Mary. Perhaps I will. Maybe I won’t mind being here and acting like a woman if I get a chance to meet real women who prefer men that aren’t very aggressive. My biggest gripe about being used sexually is that it’s to satisfy some stupid jerk that thinks that he’s the greatest lover of all time. Few men give a hoot about showing a partner a good time. All they think about is getting their rocks off. You can appreciate my attitude. You went through being tricked into becoming a sexpot in jail. You understand why I’m somewhat peeved about the way my brother arranged for me to get this job. "

"Somewhat? You still don’t see it, do you? You immediately took to behaving just like a woman like a duck takes to water, Josie. Your brother must have sensed that peculiarity in your character long ago. Admit it. You don’t mind being treated like a wanton woman. Inside of that head of yours lies a fervent desire to kindle fires of lust within every person who comes into contact with you. You feel that you were cheated because you weren’t born lucky, as a girl, just like I do. I watched you survey the bar full of lusty men since your first day here. You’re eager to find out just how far you can go in this role.

Before we met, I’ll bet you caused constant trouble for everyone you know. Didn’t you ever wonder why you complain so much to everyone? I’ll tell you why. You are unhappy as a male. You don’t want to face a lifetime of drudgery for poor pay, and you don’t feel you can ever learn a traditional male trade or profession that pays well.

What’s so bad about learning an untraditional profession, the oldest in the world? So, you happen to have been born without all the essential plumbing. What’s stopping you from applying yourself here with what you have? Think about it, Josie. Once you realize that being a sexually diverse person isn’t a difficult way to spend your life, you’ll enjoy being a girl much more. If you stop being so hyper about why, and concentrate on how, you’ll realize that you have enough talent to be a success at it. Isn’t that what life is all about?"

"Do you really think so, Mary? I never felt that I’d ever amount to much, because I don’t have skills or aptitudes that would help me excel in a good paying occupation. I didn’t think looking sexy could be a lifetime profession. What will I do when I get older?

"Why not wait and cross that bridge when you come to it? You admit that before you got here, you were unhappy and felt like you were treated as if you were a burden to others. You might not have had to worry a lot about making a living back then, but now you do. Have you any alternative plans in mind? Want to try to find another job slinging hash?

Do you think any restaurant owner will hire you after a woman filed a written complaint to the Board of Health or whatever to give your previous employers a hard time? Hello! I don’t think so! You’d be lucky to get a job as a motel janitor, cleaning used rubbers out of clogged toilet drains.

This town isn’t small, but it isn’t a big city where most people don’t know squat about the problems their fellow business owners have. You built up a lousy reputation after you got to town few months ago. Go ahead. Try to find something else if you’d like, but I doubt if you’ll find a job anywhere near here.

I mentioned this before. You’ll need some traveling cash and a stake to make a fresh start someplace far away. The Lasso Lounge can be your fast way to make enough for a clean start. But before you start packing your bags, I suggest that you figure out what you’ll do for a living after you relocate, or repeat what happened and soon wind up just where you left off. Don’t kid yourself into believing the grass is greener someplace else. It isn’t. If it did, I’d be long gone. First, you’ll have to change the way you behave toward others."

 

Chapter Five.

Josie took Mary’s bleak portrayal of her options to heart over the ensuing weeks. Mary was right about one thing. After a few weeks, Josie got used to having men use her body for recreation. She even took pride in pleasuring them. It felt good to see them get excited by the sight of her thick lips. She spoke to Kay and had her inject a tad more collagen to her lips twice. Continuously applying lip exercises using the small funnel helped give her lips a full look that drove men wild when she spoke to lounge patrons. Her enhanced lips forced her to speak slower and softer, which gave her voice a sultry purr.

There were other compensations. Women went wild over Josie’s lips too. Josie never had the pleasure of women pursuing Joey. They avoided Joey like he had the plague or was a lower form of animal life. In his new role, they were eager to meet with Josie during the daytime. They liked to take charge of the sexual activity he provided them, orally. Funny, he didn’t mind being submissive to women. Had he known how many women enjoyed dominating feminized men, he might have tried casual crossdressing sooner.

He also discovered that women with good figures were proud of what they had achieved through constant dieting and extensive exercize. They’d taunt him, asking why he didn’t have decent sized breasts of his own to offer to their eager lips. They also thought he was too lean in the rump and heavy at the waist. Some of his female companions hung around long after a riding lesson to chat with Josie and the others, to offer hair styling advice and hints about complexion care. They certainly were different from the men Josie met.

More than one insisted he seek electrolysis treatments to eradicate the sparse stubble they said ruined the feel of his face when he gave oral attention to their breasts. He was being cautious about permanent hair removal, because he would never be able to grow a beard, once the follicles were killed. Josie still fancied the notion of making a fresh start, with a substantial grubstake to start life anew in another town, where no one knew of the lousy work record established in this burg though thoughtless griping.

After one month of employment at the Lasso Lounge, Josie saved up close three thousand dollars. She would have had saved more, but bought several new outfits to wear when she wasn’t on duty. Trying to hide her features and dress in male clothes was too much of a bother. Besides, she received better service when she went shopping as a girl. Men would open doors for her, hold her chair, engage her in idle conversation, and fawn over her at every turn. As Joey, no one paid him any mind. He reveled in the attention paid to Josie.

Owner was also pleased to hear that Josie asked Kay for additional lip enhancement. He liked the feel of the added depth of her lips whenever she serviced his massive cock. She was his new "favorite" attendant. Every morning, she would go to the third bedroom to find him waiting for her quick blowjob to start off the day. The taste of a load of owner’s lingering sperm in her mouth every morning felt normal to Josie after the first week or so.

Mary told her sperm had an "acquired taste" she’d learn to appreciate. In due time, she’d be able to distinguish subtle differences in the character of different men’s discharges. It wasn’t something Josie wanted to hear. It only confirmed that Mary expected Josie would be around for a long time. With a sigh of acquiescence, Josie chose not to think about it too much, or she’d only get worked up and start feeling sorry for being tricked, again.

One day, a woman named Ruth had called from the restaurant across the street and asked for Josie by name. Not knowing the woman, Mary passed the phone to Josie who asked the woman what she wanted. "I want you, bitch boy. I’m coming across the street right now. Be ready for me. I’m wearing a navy blue pea coat and men’s denim pants. I need a riding lesson now. I don’t have all day, so let’s not waste time. I’m on my way over."

The woman looked tough when Josie spied her approaching the front door. She gulped at the masculine gait of the burly woman. The hard rapping on the door eliminated doubt of the woman’s countenance. When Josie opened the door, the woman took the door out of her hands and closed it behind them with the force of a longshoreman.

"Josie?"

"Yes?"

"You’ll do. Here’s the riding lesson fee. Let’s go." Josie turned to Mary, pleading with her eyes and an open mouth from which no sound came forth.

"She’s been here before, Josie." Mary whispered. "She tips well; but, if you’d rather not go upstairs with her, now’s the time to claim you have a terrible headache. Otherwise, get ready for your first bull dyke. She’s not a true lesbian, but likes men that are delicate, because she isn’t. She’s a sailor. Swears like one, too. Ask her how she got your name."

"Okay. For some reason, I feel like she has some sort of strange aura I can’t explain. If I refuse to go up with her, she’ll only figure out a way to force me. I’d better go with her." Josie caught up with the woman who was waiting for her at the office door.

"Let’s go, girl. I haven’t got all day."

Up in the room, the woman immediately stripped out of her coat, flannel plaid shirt and denim pants intended for a man. She also wore low quarters and ankle socks. "What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen a female to male transsexual before?" she wore a t-shirt over her chest and male boxer shorts. A few coarse hairs recently shaved, perhaps a few days earlier showed on her weathered face. "Ah. I can’t stand wearing bras."

She removed the t-shirt, and Josie gazed at what she thought wasn’t possible. The woman didn’t have breasts. "I had reduction surgery. You have a problem with that? Having tits was a nuisance; always got in my way at work. That doesn’t mean they aren’t as sensitive as they used to be. Get over here and see for yourself."

Josie approached Ruth hesitantly, realizing she looked more like a man than Josie as Joey could ever hope or dream of being. Ruth’s body rippled with clearly defined musculature. She even wore her hair like a man, with crisp part over her left temple. Her sculpted arms flexed like a body builder’s as she yanked Josie to her, grasped the back of Josie’s neck and pulled her face to the closer nipple. "Suck it good for me, baby. Get me worked up with some hot tongue action, while I play with your ‘clitty’."

Josie felt the nipple rise and become firm inside of her thick lips. Meanwhile, Ruth took one hand and placed it over the other nipple. Then, she took the other and placed it over her mound. Josie’s hand came in contact with a lump that hung down, spreading the fold of a vagina’s outer lips. "Surprised? It cost a fortune, and isn’t worth a damn. I can feel less stimulation than I could when my love button was still between my labia instead of out at the end of the tube-like appendage. It’s due to poor circulation, the doctor said. Get on the bed and scoot down to take a good look. It’s real. The shank used to be a part of my left breast, before I had my surgery. The head is what’s left of my overgrown clit."

"Why? Why did you let someone do this to you?"

"Do what? Give me a cock? So I could fuck pretty little mouths and quims with it, babe. After four years of service in the merchant marines, I got awful tired of being a ship’s bimbo, used by nearly every deck hand on board. I jumped ship in Denmark and took a year off for shore duty. Took every dime I had, but now I’m what I should have been ever since the day I was born.

I grew up with four older brothers. To keep their hands off me, I had to be tough as nails. My mother took off and left my dad to raise the five of us. He worked two jobs to make ands meet and had very little time to devote to us. My brothers raised me as a hellion. It was a good thing, too, or some amorous friend of theirs might have taken me for a child bride or worse. I wanted no part of motherhood. I damned near had to walk around with a baseball bat in one hand. My brothers’ friends were constantly drooling for my booty.

"But, but, you still have a vagina. Can you still get pregnant?"

"I accommodate cocks, when I’m in the mood, if that’s what you’re wondering. Maybe later, if you’re very nice to me I’ll let you. Pregnant? Not a chance. Both of my little egg factories were removed with the uterus, with my last abortion. That’s the problem with being a horny woman. Every guy wants to hump you naked, not caring that his wigglers are hell bent on finding a target egg. Men don’t think about knocking up a girl once they get going. They’re stupid. If men had to worry about getting pregnant like girls do, they wouldn’t be so careless. After my last ‘miscarriage’ I decided I had enough.

Thank goodness, I don’t have to worry about that anymore. Testosterone shots I get keep me from finding most men attractive. The shots make me want to chase women like the rest of the ship’s crew does. After a prolonged recovery period in Denmark, I signed on as a male aboard the first ship I could find, bound for the states."

"Do any men aboard ships you sail on know you were born as a woman?"

"Look honey, I do my best to keep it a secret. Some of them know, but I’ll beat the living tar out of anyone that tries to lay a hand on me. If I have sex, it’s on my terms or not at all. I also let guys aboard ship know why I felt I needed to take drastic steps to not look so inviting to them. There’s just so much abuse a strong-willed girl will take.

Hey! Are we going to play twenty questions all day, or are we going to get around to do what I came here for? Take my soft cockette inside your lips and hum on it a little, girlie-boy. We can talk more about my life history after I’ve have a couple of orgasms."

Josie began to lap up the lifeless flesh. "Not like that, just suck the tip, honey. Yes, much better." Soon the woman was thrashing on the bed, demanding Josie use her tongue on the inner folds of her swollen labia. "The hell with it. Get on your back." When Josie got into position, Ruth sat on Josie’s rock hard cock until it filled her warm vagina up in one tantalizingly gradual stroke interrupted by several pauses. Josie felt as if the woman was swallowing a sword, something Josie was used to doing after a month of sucking horny men’s cocks. The cunt lips tugged at the flesh inside their muscular walls.

Ruth squirmed around on the rigid pole, with Josie gasping from the intense pleasure of being fucked by a woman that acted like most men did with her, except, the cock in use belonged to Josie, not to the paying customer. She could feel the base her cock being clenched firmly and repeatedly by the woman’s flexing muscles. "Yeah, baby. Give it to me. Fill me up with your hard meat. Mama needs to feel all sloppy inside, the way it used to get when man after man used me until I couldn’t walk afterwards. It’s finally my turn. I’m using you baby-cheeks, just like I got used. Like it? Like being the one who takes it instead of dishing it out? Do you enjoy being used? Say it, sissy!"

As soon as Josie’s first jet of cum left the tip of her cock, the woman stopped mid-stroke. "Did I say you could cum? Stop! Stop right now!" Ruth reached back and pinched Josie’s scrotum hard. Josie’s urgency vanished instantly. "I’ll let you know when I’m through. I wasn’t ready yet. Don’t ever let it fly without my permission."

"But you told me to cum."

"Like hell! I was still preparing for you to explode inside of me. You went off way too soon. I didn’t expect you to be so quick on the draw. The testosterone in me dulls my little internal sensors. I need preparation and I like a fuck to last a long time, building up in a slow steady rhythm. If you expected a tip out of me, you’d better be able to exercise self-control and wait until I tell you. Some pet you turned out to be. You disgust me. You don’t even look like a woman, once you’re undressed. If you want to make a living being a whore, you need to look more like one. Get a set of boobs if you want to see me again. This place is overrated. Where are your tits? "

"I could ask you the same question. I just started this month. I haven had a chance to —

"Don’t try to be funny. I had my breasts reduced because I was tired of being treated like a piece of meat by the gang of horny men who expected me to spread my legs for the lot of them because I’d done it all too often before. I hated having the smug jerks paw at me, expecting me to eagerly swallow their thick spunk or let them deposit a load into the baby factory to find it’s way to one of my waiting fertile eggs. I was never sure who was the culprit for any of my three brief pregnancies, so. I decided to have my tubes tied when I would get the last abortion. At least we made it to a port where I found a doctor willing to perform the deed. Somehow, the doctor misunderstood. He made sure I could never get pregnant again by removing both ovaries and my uterus after the abortion, not by tying off my fallopian tubes.

Think about the head games that caused me. I knew I could never be a mother, not that I’d ever want to be one. I felt I wasn’t a woman anymore, only the ship’s handy sperm receptacle. I didn’t have to worry about being selective who I slept with, in case I needed to find witnesses to help slap a paternity suit on a particular guy. Men I slept with became less considerate of my needs and desires and more callous toward me once they found out the stork died. All they cared about was my availability for group therapy. Once the risk of them knocking me up was gone, men lost all respect for me. They all began to treat me rough and forced me to service them in groups with everyone watching.

That’s when I decided to jump ship in Denmark and lose the tempting tits they drooled over while waiting their turn at my mouth ass, or pussy. I also had liposuction to reduce the size of my bubble shaped ass. It’s a shame they can’t transplant excess fat. You could use some of the padding I used to have. Now I keep my whole body looking like a Greek god’s so horny men shy away from me.

I’ll never forget that night they cornered me to gang rape me once again. I had enough of that game. They didn’t expect the defiance that had been building up inside. I went wild. I used a small shackle on a rope to brain two of them. A belaying pin sent three more to the pharmacist’s mate for facial stitching, and the last one, the group leader sings soprano now. He never saw the grappling hook until I planted it deep in the juncture of his thighs. I hoisted him on his own petard, you could say. His days of directing orgies are over. He was wide open and didn’t see it coming. I got my revenge for the way he orchestrated the last time when he gave the orders and the other men ravaged me from all sides. Not one of the men pegged me for doing him in. Everyone knew he had it coming.

Sorry, kiddo. No tip today. Maybe you’ll do better next time, eh? Get a rack. That’d be a good start. Damn, you’re hot, though. I like those thick lips. Let’s go down for a pint, uh, a beer. We can talk and get to know one another better. What was your name again?"

Josie’s head was reeling. This woman behaved like Joey used to in some ways, before he started working for the Lasso Lounge. All Ruth cared about was the way she was treated by people she encountered, and found ways to get even for the way they treated her. With an ally like Ruth, Josie could even the score with her former employers and her brother, Mary, Randy and whomever else she wanted to add to the list.

"They call me the Outlaw Josie Wails, Ruth. I thought you asked for me by name."

"Yeah, but all I could remember was your first name. Mine’s Ruth Eday. I’m pleased to meet you, Josie. Get dressed and we’ll go have that beer." She pumped Josie’s smallish hand with a grip of iron. Josie wondered if Ruth could show her how to pump up her body. If the woman knew how to develop a washboard torso and fantastic legs and arms, think of what she could do to help Josie get into better shape.

They had their beers in the privacy of the office. Josie didn’t want to get caught violating the house rules about accepting drinks from customers outside of normal business hours. Lasso Lounge had a license that allowed it to open at noon, but didn’t officially open the doors for business until six in the evening. Ruth had one beer with Josie and left as soon as the bottle she drank from was empty. Josie barely touched her beer.

Mary was livid because Josie didn’t get a tip from Ruth. "That cheap bitch! Why didn’t she tip you? You spent enough time up there with her!"

"She was disappointed because I don’t have any bust line yet. It was my fault. I wasn’t all what she was hoping for. I lost control and came before she was ready. I’m not used to a woman arousing me. I promised her I’d work on not doing it again, if she’d give me another chance. She had me in her control until she called me a sissy. Then, I lost it."

"You must like women calling you a sissy. I’ll remember that for future reference. If you want breasts right away, get implants. The procedure can be arranged through Kay, but it means I’ll have to postpone my ‘vacation’ for at least week. I think that your training is complete, Josie. My responsibility to watch over you is over. I’ll be away for over three months. Do you think you can cover my share of our shift without chasing off too many of my customers? You can’t expect to please everyone, though. Women are bitchier and harder to please than most men. Write that one off, Josie. She won’t ask for you again."

"I’m not so sure. If I got implants, I think she’d come back to see the change in my looks, if for no other reason. Others made mention of my lack of cleavage over the last month, too. I’m sure my tips would increase if customers weren’t reminded of my flat chest."

"They seem to have filled in a bit since you started. Are you taking any vitamins?"

"Yeah. I noticed that I was tired in the mornings and owner had Kay bring me vitamins to bolster my stamina when she gave me the collagen treatments. She also gave me creams to make my skin softer, and suppositories to help my tender behind from swelling so bad after a hard ride. She added collagen to my nipples so they’d remain at attention, too. She said she could add a lot more if I wanted her to. That way, I wouldn’t lose my ability to get erections like implants would. All I asked for was something to help me do the job."

"Josie. Breast implants don’t affect your having erections. Hormone implants do. What did Kay tell you the vitamins pills were for? I’d like to see them, if you don’t mind."

"They’re in my purse. Wait here. I’ll go get them. Kay said they’d perk me up." Josie retrieved her purse and showed Mary the vial of purple pills.

"These are feminine hormone pills, Josie. They’ll help you do your job, by shutting down your male sex drive and making you more behave more complacently about sex with men. Unless you want a pair of natural breasts and a shorter dick, you had better stop taking these. After six months of taking these, you may not need breast implants."

That’s not what I asked for, Mary. I merely wanted something to help perform my tasks easier. Kay assured me the pills wouldn’t change anything permanently; just make my nipples feel nicer and my skin smoother, so being touched by a man would feel better. They work. I notice my nipples perk up when they’re being massaged."

"And the shots she gave you in the nipples? Did she say they were collagen?"

"She said the shots would keep my nipples perked up more all the time. I love the way they feel since she did it. They were sore on the first day, but went back to normal a day later, just like my lips; only they protrude a little in the same way. Cute, huh?"

"I believe Kay injected slow release hormones, Josie, not collagen. Keep on getting them regularly and your weenie will shrink up like mine. What would make Kay believe you wanted to get hormone injections? Did owner tell you he wanted you to grow real breasts and look more feminine for him?"

"No. I told him I was willing to do what was necessary to improve my earning capacity. The sooner I can amass a decent stake, the sooner I can leave here to make a fresh start."

"You shouldn’t have said things to either of them in ways they could misinterpret without being directly at fault. You approved your transitioning into womanhood further than you intended by telling owner you would do whatever is necessary to improve your earning capacity. What’s done is done. In another month, your chest will begin to fill out more, as the injected hormones begin to diminish the effect of your natural testosterone secretions. I’d be careful what you say to them in the future, or you’ll find yourself past the point of reversing the changes that are taking place in of your mind as well as your body."

"In my mind? What do you mean?"

"Slow release estrogen introduced to your blood supplies your brain with stimulants to enhance your thought processes to act more femininely. You’ll also smell more attractive to men. You may find men to be more desirable to you than women are, as well. Have you sensed any noticeable changes in your attitude towards men you take upstairs? I mean, do you enjoy having sex with men more than with women, now that you had a chance to experience both over the past month?"

"No, I still prefer sex with women, if that’s what you mean. They don’t tip well, though."

"Well, that may be because women give more attention to details than men do. Men are only interested in their own sexual satisfaction and are less attentive to their partners. All they want is orgasms. They think with their pricks. Most Women share the experience of touch and sight, and want to cuddle more than men, instead of the ‘slam, bam, thank you ma’am’ sexual bouts men prefer. Women enjoy an afterglow; men fall asleep after a hard orgasm or quickly want to leave. I noticed you and Ruth spent time together in private after you came back downstairs. Did you ever do that with a man?"

"No, you’re right. After a lesson, men get dressed and hardly pay any attention to me."

"Except for the owner, right?"

"Yeah, that’s right. He does continue to fawn over me long after he makes love to me. His staying power is phenomenal. His cock can get hard again in no time at all."

"It was a part of his job in training you. He’s teaching you how to get men excited, satisfy them and move on to the next one, without losing your ‘freshness’. Did you notice that a man could get you hard again, even if you had prior lessons the same day? Don’t you find that a bit unusual? Most men I know don’t have that kind of stamina."

"Why is that?"

"The non-alcoholic drinks we are served in the bar between sessions upstairs revive our libidos. Something in those drinks gives us the same staying power the owner has. Maybe it’s an aphrodisiac of some kind. I don’t notice any ill effects from drinking the cocktails, but I notice I can’t perform as well upstairs, if I don’t drink them. A few times, a suitor asked for the same drink I was having. I switched the drinks and found that guy wasn’t so willing to quit after his first orgasm. Instead, he wanted to continue having sex, as if he could stay hard all night long. Try it, when you give a riding lesson to a man you find particularly appealing. You’ll be pleasantly surprised with his increased ardor."

"Won’t I get into trouble for switching drinks?"

"Usually, when the bar is crowded, the stools at the end of the bar are all taken. I pick up the drinks and turn around, so the bartender doesn’t get to see which drink I hand to the man who paid for them. Randy or Candy won’t snitch. I’ve seen them do it, too.

It’s fun to have the customer do whatever I want him to do. It seems the drinks also make you less inhibited. Sometimes, I try to switch the drinks back again, so we share one, or I will tell the bartender to bring me another, after I’ve had the first one. That way, both of us are willing to spend more time upstairs. Some guys are fun to spend time with, if they have the staying power to make a girl enjoy the session more."

"Drugs like that must be illegal to give to us."

"Not necessarily. You told me, and later the owner and Kay you’d accept whatever would add to your ability to make more in tips. That’s a broad statement. I’ll bet I’m his witness that you’re a willing accomplice to use whatever means they think will work best on you. I wouldn’t put it past him to have recorded you saying things like that on more than one occasion. He’s really not a bad guy, so whatever they use to bring out the best in us for satisfying customers can’t be harmful to us in any way. I suppose those special drinks are less harmful than alcohol. There’s probably no law against serving us drinks that contain non-prescription stimulants or depressants, if we asked for something to increase our sex drives, even if the contents of the drinks aren’t explained to us.

I might get into trouble for telling you this so soon, but here goes. Are you aware that Kay is employed by a licensed psychologist at a nearby clinic?"

"No, I didn’t know that. I thought she was a beauty consultant."

"Well, she is, in a way. She’s a sex therapist. She is paid by the clinic to consult with us ‘girls’ as gender dysphorics. That doesn’t mean that you will ever pursue having surgery, I want, without first seeing a psychologist on a regular basis. It means you can ask Kay about what to do about getting breast implants instead of having her make decisions for you, based on the owner’s plans for you. Wouldn’t you rather be more directly involved in your development?"

"I wasn’t aware that I was being ‘developed’. Are all girls working here being treated for some gender related problems we supposedly have?"

"No, not all of us, leastwise, not at this time. Most of us have transitioned as far as we’d like to go, except for me. I decided to go all the way and have an orchidectomy. After I have my last surgery, I can arrange to legally be recognized as a woman. Science now understands that a person’s gender isn’t always a cut and dried thing. Some people are caught in between the two sexes. Some can cope with the problem without correcting a thing. Others choose to rectify the apparent physical attributes to match their instinctive behavior. I’m all girl on the inside and want my body to match my thinking, so after a lot of counseling, I’ve decided to go all the way."

"How can you be so sure that having drastic surgery is the right thing for you to do? Once it is done, you can’t ever go back to being a man again, Mary. I could never make such an irreversible decision like that. I don’t think I’m a girl inside, so maybe I have trouble with understanding why you feel it is important to have the surgery. Isn’t living entirely like a girl enough?

Maybe if I have a talk with Kay about getting breast implants, I’ll feel more comfortable about working here, but I think I will still consider myself a male, breasts or no breasts. I simply want to raise the money to move on with my life faster. I’m not interested in this job becoming a lifetime career."

"Sure! Do that. What have you got to lose?"

Chapter Six.

"Yes, sir. Josie talked to Kay about getting breast implants. She’s having it done today

I think meeting a woman who had her breasts removed was the shock that convinced her.

Everyone here has been pressing Josie to consider getting implants, before I leave on my extended vacation. I expect her to ask me to accompany her to the gender clinic. Kay was able to arrange a visit with our psychologist who prescribed immediate full immersion. When a professional confirms Josie’s condition to be a classic case of dysphoria, she will be less inclined to deny that she will be much happier living as an apparent girl. The increase in her income will reinforce her uneasiness about getting implants at this time."

"Thanks, Mary. I appreciate all your effort in advancing Josie’s adaptation. You’ll be free to have your surgery as soon as her implants heal enough for her to return to work. You both can’t be away at the same time without a replacement. As soon as Josie is able to see men again, I plan to make another addition to your team to cut down your workload and improve our profits. I want Randy to train the next applicant. Do you think she is ready to handle introducing a newcomer to the fine arts of seduction on her own?"

"I think so. Randy’s been working for nearly two years, now. There isn’t much she won’t do or doesn’t know about providing sexual favors, and she’s eager to train a new girl on her own. I’ve had her help me train Josie. Who’s the new candidate? I didn’t know that you had one lined up already."

"This one was referred some time ago. Like Josie, the person responsible for the success of the Lasso Lounge made the referral. She is paying us the entire cost of training and preparing her, just as she paid us for Josie’s. You remember Marge, don’t you?"

"How can I forget her? She trained me, when I was still hesitant about going all the way.

She’s only been gone about a year. Did she really pay you for Josie’s training?"

"You find that surprising? Jackie paid for yours. Didn’t she?"

"Yes, but I wasn’t aware of it at the beginning. I found out afterwards. I came here to get away from being a kept person at her expense. I felt guilty for reaping the benefits while she footed the bills for me to live in her home. If I had known all along, she planned to have me learn to be independent, I’d have gladly signed up sooner. Now, I can return to Jackie as her equal. In fact, I may ask her to retire from teaching and live full time as a woman. That’s the least I should do for her, for all she has done for me. With me enticing cute young straight guys to the house for us to share, Jackie won’t need to go to work as a male anymore. I’m looking forward to supporting Jackie on my investment income, including my share of the Lasso Lounge, which I have you to thank for.

By the way, why did you offer me a share in the business? I was satisfied with being an employee like the other girls."

"What would happen if I got sick or was killed in an accident? Who would run the place?

Marge was unable to return to take my place for the past year. Kay’s boss who owns one fourth of the lounge has a clinic to run. You were the most likely candidate. You earned your ten percent."

"That leaves you with how much of the stock?"

"That’s between Marge and I, Mary. I would have lost everything if it weren’t for Marge. When I couldn’t pay the monthly rent on the building as an ordinary country and western bar with mechanical bulls, she approached me with an idea of using the rooms upstairs to give men private riding instructions. I used to give riding lessons to a few men that were willing to pay me ten dollars for a half-an-hour. She had me buy a second smaller beat-up bull, put it upstairs in the apartment and was soon getting fifty dollar per each lesson, and was getting great tips, besides. Now we have two bulls downstairs and three upstairs.

Marge took my business that was nearly bankrupt and turned it into a literal gold mine. To keep me from getting into trouble with the law, we agreed that tips she earned were hers alone. It didn’t take me very long to figure out that she was giving blowjobs to guys who paid me to go upstairs with her for private lessons with her. It was too obvious. They refused to have me give them lessons at one-fifth the price. She had to give great head, to warrant having a steady flow of guys seeing her for riding lessons.

I asked her to give me a lesson. That day, I found out how good she was. She explained to me how she was able to know what men liked. I was shocked, at first, but I still wanted her to provide me with more ‘lessons’. She said she would, if I agreed to help her to train additional attendants so she wouldn’t have to work so hard. I had my equipment enlarged to add the ‘breaking’ in feature added to the business theme, and made a video with one new ‘girl’ we hired and me. Soon, the place was packed to overflowing.

To make a long story short, more gay men started hanging out here, and the bar business nearly continued to flourish and stayed brisk ever since she put that first bull upstairs."

"This is the first time you divulged who your partners are, sir. Why tell me now that I am planning to leave? You always kept the ownership close to your chest."

"It’s simple. The Lasso Lounge is the newest of four lounges like it across the state that Marge turned into goldmines. Mechanical bronco riding is a fading fad. If you and Jackie want to change your lifestyles, another one that is due to shut down will be available at a bargain price in a few months. You’ll retain your stock in this one, and have a heftier part of the new operation. You’ll have to recruit new talent first to make a go of it, or you will burn out from the traffic you’ll find in a new area. It has a significant gay population in it, so you can expect to generate a nice profit from adding private riding lessons."

"I see. How much will I need to buy out the existing owner?"

"Marge already purchased the property. The old building owner was glad to be rid of it, because the lounge tenant hasn’t paid him any rent and the bank was about to foreclose on the unpaid mortgage. She advised the lounge owner, she would not renew his lease, and threatened him with eviction. He isn’t a viable candidate to operate the bar under the conditions established at the other four. Marge will loan us what it takes to buy him out."

"I’d like to think it over and talk to Jackie about it. I miss her. If she wants us to try a new venture, I’ll put off my surgery one more time. Genetic women aren’t as attractive to gay men and becoming one may not be wise at this time. If I have my final operation, I won’t attract as much of the right kind of clientele to make the place a big hit."

"Very perceptive, Mary. Now, before you talk to Jackie, there is one stipulation Marge is insisting upon."

"Oh? What’s that?"

"Her other stepson Lou has to become her stepdaughter Louise. You can use Josie’s new breast implants as the lure to get the older brother to find out how the younger brother is coping with his new job. He’ll jump at the chance to see the ‘cry baby’ upstairs with a nice set of jugs. Once he is strapped down on the saddle in Josie’s room, Josie can reap her fervently hoped for revenge by ‘breaking’ her brother Lou to the saddle. With Kay’s and Josie’s help, it shouldn’t take the older lad long to get up to Josie’s speed.

Unbeknownst to the two selfish lads, Marge has opened a fifth new enterprise, with her new husband, who is the two boys’ natural father. Her plan is to have both sons reunite with their father as his daughters in a new business venture. The boys’ father saw Marge on a regular basis even before their mother passed on. They were so worried that Marge wanted some insurance money their mother left to them; they didn’t bother to have her credit rating checked. Their father was a tad smarter than his sons. He found out how much she was worth and quickly proposed to Marge, hoping to not have to work for the rest of his life. She has other plans to make sure he is kept busy all the time, repairing the equipment at all six locations and getting his equipment enlarged like mine so he can be a satisfactory replacement for me and sufficient to satisfy Marge.

With Louise’s degree in accounting, she’ll be able to manage all of the books when she is not on her knees taking care of customers.

Josie? Well, let’s say Josie will continue using her fuller lips to resolve all the customer complaints about the poor quality of services other attendants might give. She was intent on interfering with Marge’s recent marriage to Josie’s dad. Now, she’ll have little time to complain about her role as housekeeper including providing whatever lip service Marge’s brood of oversexed younger brothers want when she isn’t busy working in any lounge that is understaffed. She won’t be able to claim being ignored by the family again.

I don’t suspect she’ll have much time to complain about not getting everything she had coming. Her wardrobe of Victorian era corsets and gowns and the Anti-bellum costumes alone will cost more than she can ever earn. Marge wants Josie to look like the epitome of a kept woman, with a waist whittled down until her dad will be able to touch the tips of his fingers together around it. Her hips are getting substantial implants along with her breasts. When Josie recovers from the procedures, she’ll be infatuated with herself.

Josie referred to Marge as her father’s ‘bimbo’ that was sleeping in Joey’s mother’s bed. What Marge has in mind for Josie’s body makes a bimbo seem tame by comparison. Her resculptured figure will put a Barbie doll’s proportions to shame except for the cock she will continue to keep, but it won’t be much larger than a woman’s clitoris. Marge intends to see Josie does what she accused Marge of doing: spending the rest of her life happily in bed--- working at what she does best, satisfying men with her enhanced lips and plump ass. That’s what she wanted most out of life: the ability to make a lot of at money for the least amount of effort possible while lazily remaining in bed.

She won’t do any complaining with her teeth removed and her deep lips permanently molded into the perfectly round shape of her training funnel. The side edges of her tongue will be filled with enough collagen to fit the rounded curve of the underside of hard cocks snugly. Her lips will extend so far out that she will accept most men deep into her moist mouth with their coronas just reaching to her throat. The injected collagen will gradually dissipate, in a year or so, but before then, she’ll want Kay to keep it refreshed so her huge lips don’t sag down to her chin, to prevent any intelligible speech whatsoever.

By then, she should learn how to manage talking softly and somewhat clearly again. With any luck, she’ll know it wasn’t wise to unjustly complain about someone that made her father happy again after losing his first wife. Marge had ample means of retaliating and wasn’t about to tolerate rude impertinence from ignorant stepchildren, even if comments that Joey made were true.

Marge was the sexy slut Joey accused of who occupying his mom’s bed too soon after his mother passed on, but she had sufficient money of her own and no desire to touch any of the insurance money meant for Lou and Joey. Their father knew Joey would squander his share and get in trouble with it sooner than without it.

Dad let Lou learn the value of a dollar by providing just enough money for Lou to stay in college, but not enough to neglect his studies and use extra money for partying instead at places like the Lasso Lounge.

Too bad Lou found time and money to spend there. Otherwise, Joey wouldn’t have found the phony ad and might have gotten a decent job someplace else, slinging fast food.

 

The End.

 

 

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