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            by: Virginia Kane            © 2001. All rights reserved.

 

Chapter One.

Joey’s mouth got him into trouble again for talking out of turn. His boss called in the morning to tell him another customer lodged a written complaint regarding his ungracious attitude; the third since he began working for the fried chicken carry out. He should not bother to report for his afternoon shift. The man didn’t want a confrontation in front of the other employees and customers. A paycheck would arrive by mail with a week’s severance added and a copy of the complaint letter. In case he planned to collect unemployment benefits, his work records would indicate he was dismissed for cause, and ineligible to collect it.

"Rotten job, anyway", Joey sneered. "His food’s terrible. It’s no wonder all of his customers gripe." Of course, Joey’s telling customers to take their business elsewhere was justifiable, in his thinking. "They expect decent sized portions at bargain prices, the stupid jerks. If they want decent portions, they should expect to pay decent prices, not the cut-rate prices on the flashing marquis outside the place. You get what you pay for. Stupid jerks!"

"Who?" His older brother pulled a chair out and sat down at the table to eat his cereal and milk breakfast.

"I got a call from my boss. He canned me for telling a customer off."

"Damn! That’s the second time you got the boot for your big mouth, Joey. If you don’t work, we can’t afford the rent on this place. My part-time job doesn’t pay enough to support both of us. I have education expenses to pay too, with what I make. You better get another job, quick, or I’ll have to take in a boarder and ship your ass back to dad. Your big mouth is why he kicked you out in the first place."

"Dad didn’t have a choice. His bimbo girl friend made him get rid of me. I don’t care what he told you, I was interfering with her plans to clean out his checking and savings accounts. I can’t help it if dad is too dumb to see what she’s doing. Just because she gives him great head regularly, he’s letting her squander the money Ma left so you can to go to school. I was trying to keep her from getting what you should be rightfully yours, not hers, pal."

"That’s not true, Joey. My tuition money was put into a trust fund that I can only use to pay tuition. It wasn’t meant to be used for the rent, food, or any other living expenses while I attend college. I can make do to raise the rest. If I only use the money mom left for my tuition I’ll have enough to get my degree. I have to raise the money for other expenses on my own. I wouldn’t mind a bit of help from you around here to clean up this place once in a while if you’re not working."

"Sure, thanks a lot. Just because I’m out of work again you expect me to be your maid, is that it? How am I going to find another job if I’m cleaning house all day?"

"Give me a break, Joey! I do my share. Cleaning up after you wasn’t part of our deal. Try to use the time when you would have been working. It can’t take you all day to read the want ads and place calls for job interviews. By the time you get to start going on interviews, you’ll have the place spic and span. I’d help you, but I’m due in class. Unless you find a new job, to help me make ends meet, I’ll have to find someone else to share the expenses. With the bad references from your last two jobs, it may take a long time for you to find a good one.

In the meantime, take any job you can get. I need some dough by month’s end."

"I’ve had my fill of slinging hash. I think I’ll hold out for something in sales. I could sell cars or furniture to earn a decent wage. Some sales jobs pay commissions if you can produce. With some decent clothes, I can look presentable in a classy auto dealership, or a furniture store. I’m tired of sweating over some grill or deep fryer. I’m sure you won’t mind if I pay more than half of the costs of living here."

"That would be great, kid. I’d sure appreciate it. Just don’t take too long, or you’ll be sleeping on the couch, and someone else will be using your room. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. --- Say, Lou. Take the trash down with you on your way out. I’ll start to pick up and straighten out the place. What time do you get expect to get out of class today? We can go out for dinner and not make another mess."

"Four-thirty. See you then, but we can’t afford to eat out. I expect the place ready to show to a potential new boarder when I get back. Don’t let me down. Okay?"

"Don’t worry. I’ll start in right after you leave." If he has time, he thought.

Of course, four days later, Joey checked around the apartment building to find a paper a neighbor neglected to take in. No sense wasting scarce money for a newspaper. He could return the paper after he went through the want ads.

Not one neighbor left a paper out. Joey had to buy one at a newsstand, which he hated to do. "Waste not, want not" was one of his favorite, lame mottos.

He used the entire morning to read every want ad listed in the paper. Not many were applicable to his limited education and age, so he circled the few he would consider, until he came across an ad that really got his attention.

Bucking Bronco Attendant –Slim and lanky Male under height 5’8", age: 21-30. We will Provide req. western outfits. No exp. needed.

Will train. Part-time, evenings. $8.50/hr. +

Commissions, + tips. Excellent opportunity

avg. pay $300/wk. After training. Call for an

appt. (555) 555-5555.

"This sounds cool," Joey mumbled to himself. He dialed the phone number and let it ring. A recording informed him he reached "The Lasso Lounge". After being told by the recording that the lounge opened at 5:00 pm daily, he hung up and continued scouring the paper for other openings that might apply to him.

There were plenty of jobs, but none he considered as inviting as the one he had already called. The phone rang. He wasn’t expecting a call, so he figured it was a bill collector or something stupid. He was surprised to hear a soft, sexy voice ask if he had called the Lasso Lounge in response to the ad placed in the local paper. He replied that he did, just a moment ago.

"Yes, we have caller I D, but the recorder switched on before I could reach the phone. I came in early to take calls from the ad we placed. If you’d like to stop by and fill out an application, rap on the window in the front door with a key, and I’ll let you in. I’ll give you a description of what the job requires when you get here."

"I’m not busy at the moment. Give me the address, and I’ll come right over."

After she gave him the address, Joey hung up and headed for the shower. As he soaped up his hanging software, he imagined what the sexy sounding girl on the phone looked like, and wondered if he’d get a chance to approach her for a date, as well. He hadn’t gotten lucky for a long time, and was hornier than usual. After quickly putting on a fresh shirt and clean jeans and a pair of loafers, he brushed out his still damp hair and wondered if he should get it cut shorter before going out on interviews. If he was going to seek a job that required him to look halfway presentable, he’d have to pay more attention to his appearance.

The lounge looked up-scale to him as he rapped on the glass with his car keys.

The girl that let him in was up-scale, as well. He watched her buns dance within her tight-fitting jeans, as she led him to the office in the rear corner of the lounge.

He immediately got hard from the pleasant site of her partially exposed breasts, when she leaned over him to explain the parts of the form she wanted filled out.

He thought she filled out the pink bra under her white blouse marvelously. She wasn’t saying anything, but was aware of his attention to her breasts, but didn’t make an effort to dissuade him from looking. In fact, she leaned forward more, so Joey could see the creamy, smooth flesh of her orbs more clearly. She had his motor running, and she knew it.

She left him alone to fill out the long employment application. The first sheet was a standard form, asking for the essentials, his educational background, personal references and a brief history of his prior employment. Since he was only in town a few months, he wrote "new in town" across the references part and marked his reason for leaving his last job as "advancement". With any luck, they wouldn’t inquire, so he took a chance; not revealing he was fired for being discourteous to customers at his last two jobs that didn’t last a month each.

The second page was typed out, and not a pre-printed form. The form asked if he had any experience working in a social atmosphere where the patrons consumed alcoholic beverages, and whether he’d find watered down drinks served to him offensive, if paid for by the lounge’s patrons. He thought the question was apt, because he thought the job would require him to operate mechanical bulls in the back of the lounge that he noticed on his way to the small private office. Surely, they wouldn’t want him to drink and operate machinery. He left the answer space blank until he could ask the pretty girl why the employer would want him to accept drinks from customers while on the job at all.

The next question was confusing. It asked whether or not he would wear western outfits the job required if they were provided, even if they seemed outlandish. Why in the world would he think western wear was unusual in a bar that touted a heavy cowboy motif? He’d have to ask her to explain that one.

The final question floored him. It requested him to state his sexual preferences or lack of limitation thereof. He wondered if it was illegal to force someone to state if he was gay or not. He wondered if they wanted him to notify them in advance if he was open to being approached by the lounge’s female patrons. If he hadn’t been as eager to get his ashes hauled, he would have been more cautious. The space provided wasn’t large, so it appeared they didn’t want a lot of detail. To ensure getting the job, he wrote: "open minded" in the blank space.

He went back to the first two questions and wrote "no problem" to each. This job offer was getting more desirable to Joey by the second. Women and wine!

The second typed page was a merely a description of working conditions. After the lengthy questions he answered on the first page, he was willing to walk over hot coals to get the job, so he read through in haste, and signed on the dotted line. If he didn’t open his mouth and screw up, he’d have the best job on earth.

He went looking for the girl and noticed she had one more button undone on her white blouse. The pink bra that barely held up her big ripe melons was clearly on display. He had trouble concentrating when he asked to see the clothes that the bra, uh, bar would provide him to wear while working. She showed him. All they amounted to was a set of ornately stitched chaps, a matching leather vest, a red bandana and a tall Stetson hat. They reminded him of the junior cowboy set he got one Christmas, a long time ago in 1960, when he was about ten years old.

"Where’s the shirt and pants that go with this outfit?"

"Oh. We wear our own jeans under the chaps, but you won’t need anything under the vest you’ll wear, leastwise, not after you are trained to ride like a pro. You’ll be fitted with your own new vest then to match the chaps, so don’t be worried over catching anything from wearing something someone else had worn before you. The lounge will also provide you with the boots to go with the outfits you’ll wear. If you become proficient and stay, you can ask for more outfits, later."

"The ad mentioned, slim and lanky. Why would it matter? The outfits will fit any size guy. Why not hire hefty guys for attendants? They could break a rider’s fall with ease. Aren’t you concerned a skinny guy like me might get hurt?"

"Oh, the clothes aren’t the main reason. Customers may not be eager to try riding a bull if they see an attendant is a muscle-bound hunk. A thin person riding the bulls with ease gives them more courage. They don’t want to admit that a less powerful rider can outdo them, so more customers are willing to give it a try. It’s psychological. A muscular guy won’t encourage as many customers to learn how to ‘break’ a steer or shell out good money to try it. They don’t know that riding a mechanical bull is easier for someone who is thin, because extra weight works against a rider. The heavier they are, the more inertia created that makes them fall off of the mounts. Using thin, willowy attendants is more profitable.

Speaking of money and profit, you get one fourth of the money bull riders pay. The house gets a half, and the operator gets the remaining twenty-five percent."

"Oh, I thought I’d be operating the mechanical bulls’ controls."

"No, you’ll be the ride attendant that spots them to make sure they don’t get hurt when they fall. It’s easy. A girl can do it. A good attendant can make more money in tips than from the salary and commissions from the rides. You’ll have a ‘kill’ switch to intervene if a rider is incapable of managing the sudden lurches.

A few new riders don’t return after their first hard fall. Others are more persistent and learn to ride proficiently, once they get the hang of riding a mechanical bull. Seldom is anything injured severely, other than a rider’s pride, when the crowd gets to see a big hero get hastily dismounted from poor balance.

We hold contests on Saturday nights to see who is declared the best rider of the week. You won’t be able to enter those, because you’ll soon ride better than any of the customers, after I teach you. In a week or two, you’ll be a pro, like me."

"You’re an attendant?"

"Yes, well, I have been, but I have to go away for a while. You’re to fill in for me while I’m gone and give the other attendants time off for other stuff. You’ll be one of three attendants on hand who will take turns helping riders, once you learn to ride well. That’s why I’m here to interview you. I have to be sure you can handle the job, and train you before I leave town. I think you can handle it, don’t you?"

"I suppose. I’ll know more after you teach me how to ride one of these things. Do you mind telling me how much I can expect to make per week here, after I learn how to ride? It’s kind of important. I’ve been sponging off my brother, and he’s about had it. We’re from out of town and he’s attending college here. He only can work part-time, so I have to come up with my share of the rent and things. "

"Of course I don’t mind. You’ll make at least $200 a week in hourly salary and commissions, and a lot more if you encourage customers to spend their money freely. I averaged over a thousand a week so far this year."

"A thousand dollars a week? That’s incredible! That’s over fifty grand a year!"

"Not really. Wearing sexy bras and skimpy panties with my outfit for stimulus brings out the wallets faster, and they cost money. Of course, some men prefer watch a slim guy like you up in the saddle once in a while, if you know what I mean. Would having men gawk at your lithe body while you ride upset you?"

"Not for a thousand dollars a week, it wouldn’t. For that kind of money, I’d show them everything I have, as long as they keep their hands to themselves. Why should I care? I’m no prude, if that’s what you mean. Any women come in to ride these bulls? Maybe the kind that prefers thin men who are sexually well endowed to bulky, sweaty men with a lot of body hair and body odor. I’m rather proud of my trim body. I’d sure enjoy providing women with some extra entertainment."

"Oh yes, I’ve noticed your kit. That’s why I unbuttoned my blouse. I checked out what you have hidden in your jeans when you leered at my boobs. I’m satisfied you’ll attract a lot of attention if you continue to wear well-worn denims. Some girls get off when they see flesh or white underwear through the worn out spots.

Some women that come in here can ride the bulls very well; others only come to watch the show. A woman riding a bull looks much like a woman having sex, you know. The mechanical bulls provide a simulation of a rough lover under them. You’ll soon find out. Some men get off by watching the ladies ride. Others prefer to observe the skills a good rider uses to stay up longer. Expect to enjoy working here. You’ll get to see an infinite tableau of variations in riding style."

That was all Joey needed to hear. "When can I start?"

"Right after we have lunch. Hang on; I’ll get the menu from the carryout on the opposite corner. They take phone orders from regulars. If they aren’t too busy, they’ll even deliver our order. We don’t serve hot food, so our customers can get a complete dinner if they so desire by calling them up for it in advance.

Our arrangement with the owner of the restaurant serves two purposes. We don’t need the kitchen upstairs in the apartment above us for cooking anymore, so we use the whole apartment space for giving private riding lessons, now. We’ll head up there after lunch. That’s where I’ll teach you how to ride. Hungry?"

"I’m not a heavy eater. A plain sandwich or a large salad will do fine."

 

Chapter Two.

Joey was surprised to see three more bulls set up in separate rooms upstairs in the apartment connected to the lounge by an interior stairwell accessed by a doorway inside the office in the back of the lounge. Besides another larger office and a kitchen, the spacious upper floor had three big bedrooms, with adjoining two baths between. The three bedrooms were each equipped with a single bed and dresser in addition to a mechanical bull. A guy could crash there if need be.

Mary led him to one of the bedrooms that held the smallest of the three bulls. She told him to mount up. With his feet firmly in the stirrups, she turned on the machine with a hand-held device connected to a gearbox under the saddle via a long cable. The headless, rumpless carcass was soon rocking back and forth, not unlike a horse. Joey was able to keep his balance easily, even when the saddle tilted on a sharp angle to either side due to her manipulating the remote.

Mary’s breasts heaved as she leaned forward to help Joey maintain his balance, as the bull tilted way forward, with a lurch. His face nearly came in contact with tit-flesh as his ass came off the saddle, and his torso fell forward into her ready, outstretched arms. What a blast! He didn’t know that the mount was a beginner’s version of the mechanical beast, or that the flip was mild in comparison to most.

After an hour of continuous practice, Joey was bushed. Mary set the equipment on idle and he relaxed in the saddle as the mount rocked to and fro gently, much like the horses he rode on a dude ranch he once visited on a trip west with his dad and brother, right after his dear mom had passed away.

When he was back in control of himself and rested, she shut off the machine and told him that was enough for the first day. She told him to arrive in time for lunch the following day, for his next lesson. She ushered him to the door and placed a phone call to the owner of the lounge as soon as he was out of sight.

"I think I found one. He’s an average goofy kid without much education or savvy about women. He’s thin as a rail, but sports a nice package from what I could see of it. I’ll leave his application on your desk upstairs. He signed the waiver without bothering to read it. He’s dumb as an ox, but that’s how you like them.

If he’s still interested tomorrow and shows up, I’ll start the second step. Have his background checked out. See if he’s got anyone who will miss him if he’s out of circulation for an extended period. If he’s as horny as I think he is, getting him to go along shouldn’t be difficult. I figure he’ll gross you five grand a week, full-time. If he balks, we can claim he tried to initiate sex with an unwilling co-worker.

The following day, Joey showed up early and had to wait for Mary to arrive. She liked that. He was eager to get started. That would make her job a lot easier.

They had lunch, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off her see-through blouse at any time during the fast-food meal. They went up to the training room and Mary had him go into the bathroom, take off his jeans and return to her wearing a new pair of workout shorts with an elastic waistband. She told him he might get sweated up, as the ride was going to be faster and harder than yesterday’s.

She wasn’t lying. She had his butt in the air several times during the lesson. Joey took it in stride, gaining confidence as the machine’s pace continued to increase throughout the afternoon. Wearing the workout shorts was a good move, from his point of view, because he had begun to work up a lather soon after his second lesson got under way. Again, after he was worn out, she set the tempo to idle. He was catching his breath as the machine rocked back and forth gently.

Mary lowered the base of the machine, and had Joey slide his butt back toward the very tail end of the mount. She came around the front, reached her arms out to him so she could take his hands into her own. She pulled him down so his chest was against the front of the saddle and his head extended over the end. She smiled and moved closer. He thought he could smell a sweet fragrance from her love nest. She was teasing him, and he knew it. He was willing to let her do whatever she wished. She was the prettiest girl ever to show interest in him.

"This is how some customers want to ride a mount with me, so I can tease them. His face was at eye level with her groin. She held his head down with one hand and adjusted the rocking motion so Joey got the idea. If she had been naked, he could have used his tongue to lick at her lovely crotch inches from his nose.

When he tried to get up, to ask her to join him on the saddle, she told him to stay down, while she walked around behind him, and pulled him by the waist to her hips. "Imagine how much fun a guy could have in this position, Joey." She then humped his ass and told him to take his feet out of the stirrups and extend them around her waist. He did as she bid, wrapping his legs around her rounded hips, getting very excited by the close contact of her body and her hands at his sides, pulling his butt and balls back against her with her hands at his waist.

"Can we trade places now? I’d sure like to find out how much fun it would be to stand where you are with you perched where I am. I would imagine you get a lot of offers from guys to do that. Did you ever take any of them up on it?"

"All the time. That’s how I get over a thousand a week in tips. You can, too.

First, you have to learn how it feels to be a rider, not an attendant. You’ll have plenty of chances to teach girls how to ride, once you’ve learned all the fun-damentals. Did you ever wonder how a girl feels while she is being penetrated by some healthy stud from behind, like animals have sex?"

"Yes, Oh, but we’d better stop. I’m having trouble maintaining self-control from hearing about it. Let me calm down for a bit. I had no idea this job would entail this kind of activity. Give a guy a chance to prepare himself next time. I don’t want to have an accident. Are you sure this is a required part of the job?"

"That’s up to you. The lounge charges fifty bucks and up for using bulls up here in the apartment. Whatever else you arrange with customers is your business. It’s a great job without the fringe benefits. Know a better way to make three to four hundred a week? Throw in a bit of hanky-panky, and you’ll double it easily."

"You think women will pay to come up here with me to get riding lesson or have sex with me? Why should they, with tons of guys who’d be glad to do it free?"

"Proper presentation is the key to success. A lot of people come up here to have their wildest fantasies fulfilled. You are like a movie star to them; your image in a tight pair of Levi’s and chaps is emblazoned in their minds before they get here. Seeing you in the flesh makes them forget about what it costs. They’ll want you in the worst way, and gladly fork over dough to have sex with you."

"Sure. That’ll be the day. Maybe you can charge for sex. You’re gorgeous. Who’d want me, or be willing to pay for the privilege? No women I know of."

"You’d be surprised. You think movie stars look great in the flesh? Without the use of stage makeup, they look plain as you. You think I’m gorgeous because of thorough preparations. If you saw me in the morning, after I get out of bed, you’d be disappointed. With a bit of makeup, you’ll look terrific. Care to find out if I’m exaggerating? We keep plenty of stuff on hand here to prepare for the evenings. I’d have no trouble making you look like a male model. Let’s give it a whirl."

Within an hour, Joey took his first look into a mirror with stage makeup on, after Mary put on foundation and highlighted his features. His appearance shocked him. She combed his hair out to look wavy. His eyes appeared bigger due to the shadows she added, and the thin eyeliner that surrounded each eyelid. Even his lashes looked fuller, like a movie star’s. What a difference!"

"Wow! I look great! Can you teach me how to do this?"

"Sure. It’s easy, once you know what looks good on you." She described what affect each component achieved. She had him wash everything off and use a lotion to refresh the moisture his skin lost from cleansing it. She meticulously had him apply the same powders and pastes, in the same order that she did them. The result was disappointing. He looked like a circus clown.

By the time he’d finished his fourth try, his efforts bore some resemblance to the charming face she’d created hours before. "One more try. Let me do it one more time. I’m sure I’ll have the knack of it by then."

"I’d love to, but it’s past six. I have to get ready for tonight. Tell you what. You can stay here. I’ll take my costume and get ready in the other bathroom. If you are still unsatisfied, and still want me to, I’ll do your face again. We’ll see what kind of reactions you get from the patrons that come in tonight. Can you stay, or do you have to be someplace else you need to be this evening?"

"I’ll stay. I’d like to call my brother to let him know I landed a job that will keep me busy evenings, so he won’t worry. He expected me to clean the apartment today.

If I don’t call him soon, he’ll be fuming. He’s probably upset with me as it is."

After telling his brother the news, Lou demanded a hundred dollars from him or not to bother to come back. Mary was in the other bathroom, changing into her outfit for the evening. After the sixth attempt Joey was satisfied. Mary returned and agreed, but cautioned him about overdoing it. "Remember. Less is better." He nodded to her dutifully and the two stood up to go downstairs and meet the world, and the lounge’s owner. Mary was wearing a dressing gown over her brief costume. She remained in the robe as they went down the narrow staircase, but he could hear her heels’ staccato on the stairs. Joey was dying to see her in the costume she said was designed to give every man in the room a raging hard on. She spoke of sex with an ease that surprised him, like it was commonplace.

The lounge was still empty, as the front door was still locked. Mary suggested he sit around the corner from the long bar, where the attendants sat when no one was riding. The bartender on duty would know to serve him an Irish cream drink that contained virtually no alcohol, so his reflexes would not be impaired. If the owner asked him questions, he should be polite and brief. The attendants were not there to entertain the boss. Mary left Joey alone to worry if his brother was serious about his not being welcome, unless he had a hundred bucks.

She was in the office listening to the owner. "The kid’s a loser. Got canned from all his jobs. He’s only been in town three months and lives with an older brother who goes to college and could care less about the pain in the ass his father sent here to keep out of his own hair. I think we should invite the lad to stay with us until he is fully trained. What do you think?"

"It’s fine with me. I’ll have him ready in a week, if he stays. He’s eager to make a lot of money. I’ll keep using that carrot to work him in gradually. I don’t think he’ll balk at sucking his first cock, if he has a few drinks in him and I tell Randy how to go about getting him upstairs without alerting him as to what will happen. He’ll be properly initiated before the night is out. Don’t worry about it."

"Make sure Randy knows not to bring her cock out until she’s done giving him his blowjob. She was too eager with the last one and he bolted. Tell her to play it cool, until he promises to give her anything she wants. That’s when she should whip it out on him. You transsexuals sure know what it takes to get guys to give you money. Break him in gently. I don’t want any cops around making trouble. What goes on upstairs is your business, as long as I get my cut, I don’t care."

At nine o’clock, the lights went down and a spotlight hit the broncs at the rear of the lounge. Mary came out of the office, wearing a skimpy cowgirl outfit that the entire crowd of men could see through. Her breasts were encased in a demi bra that let her nipples show. Her loins were covered with a pair of lace panties that displayed a disguised bush. Her chaps covered her nylons in front, but when she spun around, her ass was bare and the ruffled garters holding up her stockings made the twin globes stand out proudly.

She jumped up on a bull and began to give the boys a show. The entire episode took less than ten minutes, but a line of men was ready to stuff paper money into her panties, the moment the bull stopped lurching. Joey was among the first men in line. After the line dwindled, she visited every stool in the bar and talked with several patrons, while Joey watched from his corner bar stool vantage where he returned to after he deposited the five-dollar bill into her tiny bra. He was boldly determined to get into her panties before the night was over. Mary was like a beacon on a gloomy night. The spotlight followed her trail as she collected more tips from appreciative customers for sly touches to their baskets. Half the guys in the place were lusting for her. Joey didn’t notice the ones lusting after him.

When her round of the lounge was over, she came and sat near Joey, leaving a stool open between them. Her costume was a knockout. She oozed sex. While she pointed irrelevant things out to Joey, a redhead came up and asked if the bar stool between them was occupied. "No, Randy, it’s reserved for you." Said Mary. "I’d like you to meet Joey. This is his first night here. He’s trying out to work as an attendant. Joey, meet Randy."

They shook hands. Again, Joey had trouble focusing on the girl’s face. Her tits were a tad larger than Mary’s and very pointy. "Isn’t Randy a guy’s name?"

"I used to go by Candy, but another girl uses that name, so I opted for Randy as the two of us look so much alike, we could be sisters, twin sisters. She starts at midnight tonight. We can get by with one or two attendants until then. The lounge gets busier as other bars in town peter out. I like when things peter out."

"If she’s half as pretty as you are, I’ll look forward to meeting her, too." She was hot as a firecracker and coming on to him. He was thrilled by her interest in him.

"Why thank you, Joey. I can see you’re going to be nice to have around. She sat on the stool next to him and bumped his knee. He apologized for not providing her enough room, and moved over a bit. She put her palm on his thigh and gave it a squeeze. "I was only letting you know that I like you, Joey, in body language. I had plenty of room. That’s how we advise men that we’re interested in them."

"Oh. Well, I like you too, Randy. Should I bump your knee back?"

"It isn’t necessary but you may if you want to. I’d rather feel what you are hiding in your jeans. Is it real or padding?" Randy slipped her hand between Joey’s legs and squeezed "Oh gosh. It’s real." She left her hand tarry on his hardening penis. Joey never met a woman as forward as this one. She was groping him in public. He didn’t know girls like her even existed.

"Mary told me she gave you riding lessons. As long as it’s so slow tonight, let’s go upstairs for another one. We’ll be working together, so we should get better acquainted. You can show me what she taught you so far."

"Really? You want to take me upstairs? Now? Aren’t you supposed to attend to the riders? The customers should come first. No, that’s not what I meant. What I meant was you should be encouraging them to ride, and spend their money on you, not take me upstairs. Well, that is, if you take men up for lessons."

"Don’t you want to go? Oh, I see. You want Mary to take you. She’s working now. I won’t punch in until ten. Is there something you don’t like about me?"

"No, no! I like you a lot. I just wasn’t prepared for it, that’s all."

"We can prepare you. You have to learn how to act natural with the customers. You don’t want them to feel awkward or reluctant with you, do you? By the way. Mary asked me to take you up. You were worked up earlier, and she didn’t have the time to resolve it for you. She asked me to show you how I help a customer to learn how to ride. You’ll want to be able to do the same pretty soon, so you might as well learn a thing or two from me as well as from Mary. It’s her job to attend to the riders down here now. You’ll learn the routine, soon enough."

Randy took Joey to the same room he was in with Mary. She closed the door and told Joey to mount the bull and wait for her. She came out of the bathroom with something hidden in the palm of her hand, which she slipped into the top of her nylon stocking. Joey could see the outline of a wrapped condom. He knew she’d let him have sex with her. He wasn’t about to turn her down.

She joined him on the saddle and had him place his hands on her breasts. They kissed as he kneaded her nipples. He was afraid to admit he’d never met a girl as forward as she was. After they swapped spit for a bit, she lowered his face to her left nipple. "Make it hard, Joey. Suck on it and make me get hot for your big cock. Oh, yes. Nibble on it. Yes, like that. Now, do the other one. Make me feel you like my pretty titties. Make me feel good, and then, I’ll make you feel good, too. That’s it! Oh, yes! Suck that tit, Joey! Harder! Switch! Yes nibble on that one, now. See how my nipples stick way out form being sucked on?"

Joey thought he died and went to heaven. This redhead was moaning from his lip action. Her breathing pace quickened and her hand went to his groin, urgently at the zipper, trying to get it down. "Stand up and show it to me baby. Let me see how big you are." As he stood up to lower his pants, she reached into the front of the machine and got out the remote control.

Take your pants off and step closer." He followed her directions. She got on the bull, turned it on and leaned forward, lowering the base until her face was inches from his hard cock. "I want to gobble you up." She kissed the head of his dick. "One step closer." He came forward, and she put her lips around his corona. "Mmmm! You taste tangy! I need your joy juice in my tummy. If I make you cum, will you promise to make me cum? I like to be licked too. Will you? Promise?"

"Anything. I’ll do anything you say! I’ll lick you until you can’t stand it! Randy, oh Randy. Kiss it again for me. Don’t stop now. Suck it before I come all over your face from feeling your hot breath on my cock. If you take me into your mouth, I’ll do whatever you say." She touched the keypad and the bull slowly rocked back and forth while she made a big "O" with her lips and let his cock slide inside her mouth. He was quaking in his shoes as her tongue lavished his big corona. The strokes were but a few inches, just enough to tease him, but he was so excited, he rocked his hips, and filled her mouth with his seed.

"Arghhhhhh! Oh God. Oh, oh, that’s so good! Don’t stop. Keep sucking. Don’t let it escape yet. Yes, yes, yes, yes. He had to lean on her shoulders to maintain his balance. He went weak at the knees. She shut the device off and let him join her on the bull’s long back. It didn’t matter to Joey if she made her living using sex

As she kissed him, rolling her tongue over his teeth, she knew he could taste his own discharge. She purposely let enough escape her lips to give him a healthy sample of his thick goo. His eyes opened wide. He didn’t know how to react. Did other girls feed guys’ cum back to them after they sucked them off? How could he resist her? He didn’t want to taste his own spunk, but was afraid he’d offend her by showing disgust. Strangely, the odd taste wasn’t so disgusting. Salty, odd, but not disgusting. Why not? She seemed to like it. Can’t be all bad. Tasted okay. He let it go and sucked on her tongue in appreciation for her sucking him off.

"My turn, honey." He was eager to see a pussy up close, a first for him. She had him lie on the saddle like Mary taught him, with his ass way back and his head overlapping the front, pussy high. Randy adjusted the base for her height and started to do a bump and grind act for Joey. He was too spent to get hard, but expected that to change as she started to strip, first her chaps, then the vest and bra. Her tits were like giant pink balloons with great big nipples that stood up at attention. She let him taste her saliva laced with his cum that she applied to her nipples with her fingers from out her mouth. He lapped it up like a puppy.

While she was leaning over, she put cuffs that were hidden under the saddle on his wrists and told him they would help him maintain balance while straddling his mount. With him hogtied securely, she lowered her panties and removed the gusset that concealed her soft penis. Joey’s eyes bugged out at the sight of the four inch penis inches away from his nose. He broke out in a cold sweat. What happened? She was supposed to have a cunt, not a cock!"

"Like my clit? It’s a big one, isn’t it? Do I need to call for help, or are you going to keep your promise and help me to cum? ---- We haven’t got all night, you know. Make up your mind. I gave you relief, probably the best blowjob you ever got. Time to find out if you’re a liar or are willing to give as good as you got it. My little clitty is clean, and I’ll be gentle. Open wide and say aah for me. Look my cute cockette. You begged me to let you return the favor for my sucking yours a few minutes ago. What’s your problem? Change your mind?"

"I --- I can’t. --- You’re a guy. --- You have a cock. "

"So do you. That didn’t stop you from begging me to suck yours. Are you a man of your word? Open up. I’ll go slowly. Just suck it a little. I’ll move my hips. All you have to do is take it in. Soon, you’ll know sucking a cock can be fun, too."

Joey closed his eyes. He couldn’t get up. The cuffs held him firmly to the saddle.

She held his nostrils. He opened his mouth in surprise and felt her cock slide in.

She let it lay in his mouth, not forcing him. "See? It isn’t so bad. Tastes a lot like a pussy. Take your time. That feels good: the way you try to force it back out with your tongue. Go on, don’t be such a wuss. Suck it a little. It won’t hurt to find out why girls like cock so much. You may even get to like how cocks taste. I like it. At a hundred bucks a pop, you’ll learn to love having men fill up your tummy like you did mine. You’ll do it all night long once you acquire a taste for the flavor.

Not many women frequent the Lasso Lounge. If you want to make great money, you’d better get used to eating man meat. These guys love tranny lips. Straight or gay, they love having girls like me up in the saddle. Now suck. Your fist blowjob is the hardest one to accept. Mary will be up shortly, when I relieve her. After you do her, Candy will be up before midnight. Soon, it will feel natural, so you won’t mind it, like you do now. Do a good job, and I may come back for seconds later, unless I get a better offer from a real man or two.

You signed a contract to use your body for entertainment purposes. I’ll bet you didn’t take time to read it. It says you agree to wear costumes befitting the roles you must play. You wimp. Want to make some money? Sucking cock is highly profitable. Stop wasting time. You know you’ll do it for the money, even you can’t accept that you’ll enjoy giving men head yet. Suck me off and join our team."

She stuffed her hardened cock as deep into Joey’s mouth as it would go. He took all six hard inches of her with ease. After she stroked it back and forth he felt her staff getting thicker. Her breaths sounded deeper. He applied suction. Doing that didn’t make him ill, as he thought it might. She held onto his head by his ears and humped his face harder. Her palms on his cheeks felt good to him, and his own cock was responding to her rapid thrusts. He was getting a hard on from sucking her cock. He looked up and saw her big tits. Her head was back, so he couldn’t see her face, but heard her pant as she lunged into his mouth. She was getting close. He tried to prepare himself to receive a load of sperm.

His throat felt warmer as her cock erupted and filled his throat. She let out a low gasp and clung to his ears, forcing her cock deeper into the recess of his open mouth. He wanted to taste her seed. All he could do was swallow the sticky load that clogged his airway. He couldn’t taste it, but could feel the pulsing in her thick shaft! She withdrew partially. He felt a big gob fall onto his tongue after hitting the roof of his mouth. He sucked air in through his nostrils. She pushed forward and held him by the back of his head until she grew soft and he was seeing stars. He tried to turn his head to get air into his lungs. She let his head go free and rocked back away from him, her soft cock slipping from his lips with a loud slurp.

He was panting, too. When they recovered, she put her cock back in his mouth and told him to lick her clean. He tasted the cum. Her cock was covered with it. Why fight it. If he had refused, she would have forced him to suck her off anyway.

He’d never have to work hard again if he did this for his living. Sucking her cock didn’t kill him or even make him feel sick. In fact, he felt a fantastic rush as her dick pulsed within his mouth. He’d have to think it over. When she left him there, still bound to the bull by his wrists, he had the time to think the job offer out. A thousand reasons a week for not being hasty came to his mind in the next hour.

 

Mary came up with the owner. "Hi there! Did Randy make you happy? I’ll bet she did. You made her happy too, I hear. See, we’re one big happy family. Now you know more about the ways you can double your income here. After tonight, you will start acquiring paying customers of your own. There are plenty of eager men in line downstairs to go around. Three of us can’t handle the demand. That’s where you fit in, if you decide you want the job. We’re here to help you decide."

The owner stepped in front of Joey and pulled out his long schlong. He slapped Joey in the face with it. As Joey gasped, the man stuffed his maw with the thick cock. It forced him to spread his lips wider, and Joey felt the rough ridges along the hard shaft add friction to the descent, as Joey was forced to take it all in. The man was silent at first, but groaned and let out a deep sigh. "Yeah, he’s still a virgin, all right. His airway isn’t stretched out yet. He’s still a nice, tight fit, Mary."

She was down on the floor, matching strokes with the owner. Joey learned what give and take was all about in one easy lesson. He closed his eyes and moaned on the cock in his mouth as Mary took Joey’s cock in hers and coaxed it to an erection. As his cock grew in Mary’s mouth, the one in his mouth stiffened as well. It was if his cock got harder by his giving head to the guy in front of him.

After about ten minutes, the man grabbed Joey’s hair, took his cock out and let his goo fly into Joey’s eyes, nose and open mouth. It ran down his chin in a long string that the man recovered with a finger and let drip onto Joey’s lips.

"Lick it up, pansy. You look good covered with jism. Mary! Get up here and lick off his face. Look at him. He hated being forced to eat me. That’ll change. Once he gets a taste of easy money, he’ll beg us for his turns to give private lessons." The owner put his cock away after Mary made sure it was clean and tongued her gleanings into Joey’s mouth. Then, she sucked the goo off his face, as the man retreated. After he left, Mary pulled out her surprise. It was tiny, but it was a cock.

It took Joey a half an hour to get it hard enough to squirt its paltry load of clear fluid, but Mary was shaking like a leaf, by then. Then, when Joey had recovered enough to get hard again, she then asked him if he’d like to fuck her.

"How? I can’t fuck you. You don’t have a pussy."

"My butt. Fuck my ass for me, Joey. You’ll love it. We’ll use the bull’s rocking to help. Let me be your first piece of real ass, literally. You’ll love it

An asshole is just as good as a cunt, even better, because it’s tighter and I know how to use the muscles inside to milk the cum out of your dick. Just to prove it’s squeaky clean, I’ll bend over to show you where I want you to put your peter."

Mary bent over and backed up until his nose was nestled in her nether crease. "Smells nice, doesn’t it? Lick it, Joey. I use a strawberry flavored douche, but it will be too tight for your cock, unless you lubricate me a little. Use your tongue to open it up and get it slick with the cum and saliva from your mouth. Yes, like that. Stick your tongue all the way in, now. Oh, yes it feels wonderful. If you’d like me to, I’ll lick your butt for you later, after you douche it for me. Oh, yes, yes. Joey. You do that well. Lick it like an ice cream cone. Prepare me for your hard cock.

I can’t wait any longer. Are you ready?" She went behind Joey and put her hand between his cheeks, dawdling at his rosebud. Then her hand slid lower and took a hold of his cock. It was hard as iron. "Oh, you’re ready, very ready. When I let your wrists free, I want you to slide right off the back of the bronco. I’ll get onto it and, I want you to kiss me again and lick around again, to make sure it’s nice and wet, ready for you. If you think a pussy feels good, you’ll love my rosebud."

After she mounted the saddle and he prepared her, she reached back and lined his cock up, then told him to push –hard. He did, and his cock popped into her chute and sank to the hilt. "OH YES!" FUCK ME!" As he began, she wrapped her legs around his hips, with her heels dug into his nether cheeks. With a touch of a finger on the remote, the mechanical bull began to rock slowly, helping Joey to ravage her plump ass. She moaned and groaned as he picked up speed to stay in sync with the accelerating machine.

He leaned over her, crushing her onto the saddle and playfully toyed with her two erect nipples. While she was screaming, he pulled her all the way on his cock and spent again, with more force than he thought he could muster. Having her ring of muscle pulse and grasp at the base of his cock felt grand. He fell on her back when he could stand no more and rode her like they were two dogs in heat.

She shut down the motor and relaxed. They lay there until Joey’s shrunken cock slipped out of her of its own accord. He kissed Mary’s shoulders and sighed.

 

"I never knew sex could feel this good."

"Wait until you get the chance to be a receiver. Once trained, getting plowed by a big man puts being the aggressive partner to shame, Joey. I wish you could have lasted longer than you did. Your cock felt absolutely wonderful as you drove it in.

Next time, I want you to fuck my ass while we face each other."

"I don’t think I can do it again for a while. I’m pooped out." He suddenly realized the term he used had another meaning. "I mean, I don’t think I can get it to do what I’d like it to do, so soon. It’s soft as shit. Dammit! That’s not what I mean!"

"Never mind. We’ll think of something else for you to do in the meantime. Let’s go downstairs to see what is happening. First we need to clean off and get you into a cowboy outfit. A new one is waiting for you in the bathroom. Let’s go see it."

They showered together, and Mary smeared a lotion all over him, and told him to wait while she finished washing up in the other bathroom. She didn’t close the doors, in between. Ho heard noises she made rinsing out her butt with a douche. He wondered how it would feel to do that. When she returned, she smelled of strawberries and wildflowers. She told him to rinse off while she fixed her hair.

His body hair came off with the lotion, leaving him as smooth as Mary. Wiping a few stubborn hairs away, he looked down, noticing his nipples were hard. With the action he saw this evening; he wasn’t surprised. The rising steam coming up from the hot shower water hitting the cold ceramic made his eyes water and his vision blurred. While he waited for it to clear, he touched his nipples and found the act pleasant. Exploring, he flicked his forefinger nails over his perk nubs and found muscles deep inside of his groin flexed his flaccid member, but didn’t evoke a response, just a wonderful sated feeling deep inside.

"Come out, come out wherever you are." Mary called to him, so he shut off the taps, toweled off and joined her in the bedroom. "You’re going to love this. Sit on the bed, Joey." She unrolled a pair of pantyhose up his smooth legs, sending a series of shivers up and down his spine. When the panty part was in place, she reached down and manipulated his balls, so they retreated into his body cavity.

A latex pad with a recess to cover his member gave him the appearance of being a girl, if the observer didn’t look closely. Then, she fitted a padded bra to Joey’s flat chest and showed him how to fasten a front-closing bra. Then, she covered it with a short opaque slip she called a chemise. She sat on a stool facing Joey and straightened out his nylons to eliminate a few sags. The pantyhose panty kept his soft member well hidden inside its tight, opaque weave.

Mary instructed him to sit down on the other stool. He had his back to the mirror. When she was finished fixing his stage makeup, she told him to turn around. All he would need was a coat of lip-gloss to look much like Mary did. He saw the red tube in her hand rise as she twisted the base. "Open your mouth a bit. No, don’t close it yet. Wait until I show you how to blot properly. You’ll need to use tissue." He watched her lips on the folded paper first, and mimicked her.

He was amazed at how delicate he looked dressed up like a girl. Men would be all over him, if he ventured downstairs now. His stomach rumbled at the thought of that. What if they didn’t like what they saw? Would they beat him up for posing as a girl? He was reluctant to face a crowd of angry men, but was willing to try if he got another chance to fuck Mary’s sweet, tight ass.

The makeup was far from perfect. They’d know a male was hiding under the fluff of hair Mary was teasing as she blow-dried it. Had it been longer, he could have used it to mask his face somewhat. If only his sideburns were longer to try to curl a lock of hair forward a bit. His face was still a man’s face, even after Mary had slipped a choker around his neck to hide his Adam’s apple.

No, there’d be little doubt he was a guy, in spite of the projections hanging from the thin straps digging into his collarbones. His bra. His dainty hands rose up of their own volition to cup the mounds he saw in the mirror. What would it be like to have real tits, like Mary had? .

"Enough pruning. It’s time for your debut. Time to see if the boys downstairs think you look as good as I think you do. Good enough to eat. One of them is sure to offer to buy you a drink before you get seated on your barstool. Want to bet?"

"No. No. I can’t do it. They’ll all laugh and call me names. What if one asks me if I want to suck his cock? What would I do? I can’t tell them that I’m new and don’t know how, unless someone forces me. What should I say to them? Money is one thing, but if I can’t please them, they could resent it and beat me to a pulp. Then, they won’t pay me, when I can’t deliver. You have to help me Mary."

"I will. Don’t worry. Some guys like a newbie. It’s a special treat to them. The men here won’t be upset if you don’t know much about giving head. They’ll want to teach you how to do it their way. It’s like getting a virgin, all the better."

Mary prodded Joey to put his feet into a new pair of clear tinted plastic boots, the kind that are used by stores as promotional items; cheap but good looking, even if they weren’t made to last very long. These had white stars on the outside at the ankles. He wobbled in them, until he realized he was off-balance and leaning forward too much. "Take smaller steps until you get used to the angle of your foot as it hits the floor. Toe first, then set your weight down on the heel. It’s different to what you’re used to, but you’ll get the knack to it in no time. That’s a girl.

The jukebox was playing an old country and western tune when they emerged from the office at the back of the lounge. The sound of ruckus laughter filled the air. Joey thought it was the men making fun of him until his eyes gradually grew accustomed to the darkness and he noticed they didn’t see him enter. When the song ended, the place calmed down a bit. Slowly, the loud voices trailed off and customers saw them approaching the bar.

As they sat down, the bartender brought them drinks. "They’re on the tall one in a black shirt sitting with the lady wearing the white blouse with a poodle." Joey looked across the bar and spotted the guy. The man and woman waved to them, and Mary rose up her glass, so Joey did likewise. The cream drink was a bit more tart than the last one he had. Joey thought it must be the cum remnants.

Mary took him by the hand to thank the man for buying them drinks. It took less than a minute for the conversation to drift to Joey. Mary introduced Joey to the couple as her protégé, in training. The woman’s face lit up. She gave the man a look as if to say: "Let’s party!" Mary offered a lesson in double bareback riding. The couple accepted and would be ready as soon as they finished their drinks.

Upstairs, the man had Joey get down on his knees. He had Mary place Joey’s hands behind his back. The man asked Mary to hogtie Joey like a calf about to get branded. Joey’s head felt funny. His vision got cloudy again. If he heard right, he was about to be marked by the man. He tried to escape from the room on his hands and knees, but his legs felt mushy and refused to cooperate. He fell to one side. He couldn’t stand up! What did they plan to do with him?

The woman brought out a long gadget from her thick purse and set it on top of the dresser. It had a transformer on it. They were going to shock him with it! He struggled at the rope, but his hands felt like they were made of rubber bands. If they wanted to torture him, they’d have to do better than this, he thought, as he wiggled across the floor toward the door.

The big man lifted him up by the ass and dragged him back. When he started to swear, the big guy stuffed a ball gag into his mouth and tightened the strap. Joey felt his eyelids getting heavy and his mind going blank. When he saw the woman bring out a long needle, he knew he was doomed. They would kill him and throw his cowgirl costumed body in the river, likely to be found later by the police.

That’s what he got for trusting Mary. He was a pawn in a murder for thrills game. His mind slipped away, as the man approached him with the needle. At least he wouldn’t be aware of how he died…..

 

Chapter Three.

 

He awoke with a start, realizing he was still in the bedroom with the small bull stationed in the center of it. He survived and was alone. The ropes were gone from his wrists and ankles and he was stark naked. His sexy new clothes were stern across the floor. He got off the bed and went to the mirror. His face wasn’t marred, but it felt odd. It was normal, except for the puffy feeling under his lips. HIS LIPS! THEY LOOKED BIG! Looking closer, he noticed they looked a lot like Mary’s cupid bow lips he admired so much.

He could never let his brother find out what they did. He’d beat the shit out of Joey for being the fucking fool he was! He tapped his lips. They felt numb. Other than having thicker lips, he didn’t notice anything else major wrong with his face. He lifted the hem of the chemise. OF COURSE! They colored the soft flesh that surrounded his nipples brown! The nipples seemed to be a brighter pink, as well.

He’d have to forget about going to a public beach or to a pool for a while, until the swelling went down and the rouge faded, at least. Wow. His chest was sensitive. He felt his body with his hands for other signs of damage, and then went to the john. After he took a leak, the sight of his groin in the mirror made him reel.

They painted a red lip print around the base of his newly shaved pubic mound. "Kiss me!" was written in bold letters above the lips. If his pubic hair grew back, he’d be able to shower at a public gym, but it was highly unlikely he’d visit one soon. If his brother saw the lips and motto, he’d laugh Joey out of the house and tell Joey’s dad his younger brother was a faggot.

Why did he come here? He should have known better. What else would they do to him? He tried to check his butt. That would be a certain target. These people were making sure he couldn’t leave. No. Nothing was there to mock his fate for not being more careful. At least he didn’t have to worry about a marked up ass.

He looked at the sink. A box on it had a note attached. Inside was a rubber bag with a tube. One end had a long, hard tip. The other end had a screw cap to fit the rubber bag. The note said: "Use it. Read the instructions." He checked the door to the bathroom that led to the other bedroom. It was locked. He ran to the door that led to the kitchen. It was locked, too. They were holding him prisoner. His stomach grumbled, and he felt like he was full of gas.

He sat on the toilet and let go. Cramps! What was in the last drink the bartender served him? Why did they feel torturing him was necessary? He was willing to give the job a whirl for the money alone, until now. What he wouldn’t do to be able to get back to his brother’s place and find a job at another fast-food outlet.

Fast food? All he could think of was how easily they tricked him into sucking the first cock, and then willingly give the owner a blowjob. If he was that easy, they must think they can convince him to become a sexy fake broad like that Randy or whatever his/her name was without putting up a struggle. He visualized having huge, pointy breasts like hers. The thought of it made his cock get hard. He got a boner by thinking about having breasts of his own, just like that Randy guy!

As he sat on the throne, his stomach spasmed and forced more waste from his bowels. He grabbed for the set of instructions that accompanied the bag with the hose. Maybe, if he rinsed his colon, the painful cramps would stop.

An hour later, he felt much better and took a shower. The bottle of wildflower cleansing aid helped him feel refreshed, but he felt better after making sure his hairless legs were as clean as his insides. No doubt, they’d try to bugger him by the time the day was done. On the dresser in the room, he found a #10 envelope. It contained a hundred dollars for the marking of his body.

He recalled his brother’s plea for money, and resolved to get the money to him as soon as he could. If he didn’t show at the apartment, Lou would find someone else to share expenses. How could he live there without the privacy of his own room? His brother would notice the swollen lips, sooner or later, if he went back and had to sleep on the couch. Still, he needed to keep his room for his meager possessions until he straightened out the mess here.

Mary came by to check on him. He begged her to let him go. He explained his situation, and why he had to drop off the money in the envelope addressed to him. "All I have to do is leave him a note, telling him I wrangled an advance on my first check, and not to go looking for a boarder to take my place."

"That’s a laugh. He came here looking for you last night. The owner told him you were at another bronco bar with the mechanic, fixing a broken bull. He won’t be expecting you home. We told him that you decided to bunk here for the time being, to be on hand to help fix broken machines, at least, until you can go out on your own to fix them."

"Oh, no. He’ll think I’m moving out on him. Why’d the owner do a thing like that?"

"Because we didn’t want your brother to confront you last night looking like you did, that’s why. You can go in a day or so, when the swelling in your lips subside enough for him to see you without noticing it, unless you do something to bring attention to your face. Seeing your lips, he might ask embarrassing questions. I don’t think you’re sharp witted enough to create a plausible explanation."

"Now that you remind me of it, why are my lips so swollen? I won’t even ask why the base of my cock has a pair lips painted around it."

"Painted? That’s not paint, Joey. You agreed to accept a hundred dollars in payment for the privilege of decorating you. Don’t you remember?"

"No, I remember him asking me something, but the woman was all over me. Why would I let a man mark me, with a set of lips, no less?"

"He didn’t. His wife did. You didn’t mind the attention she paid to your cock while the anesthetic took hold. The man was there to make sure you didn’t make a big fuss over getting tattooed. What’s done is done. At the time, you thought it was a great idea for her to put a lip print on your neatly shaved groin. She merely added pigment, after she used her lips instead of a stencil for your tattoo’s design."

"Oh, no! A tattoo? I thought she was only going to leave her lipstick’s print on me!

"Sure you did. How could you misunderstand? Who’d believe that someone was willing to pay you a hundred dollars to leave a lipstick trail? Now, putting a tattoo, of a pair lips on a man; that’s more believable!"

"How can I ever explain it? I can never let anyone see it. I’d be mortified."

"Keep it covered. How many people would see a tattoo there, unless you wanted them to kiss the pair of lips? I have a pair of lips tattooed inside my ass cheeks. Want to see?"

"Not right now. Damn! Why did I pass out before she did this? I wouldn’t have let her continue if I really knew what she was up to."

"Really? You kept yelling ‘do it, do it,’ to her all the while she sucked you off. She had the outline clearly defined when you insisted she make the print bolder. She was so pleased with your obvious satisfaction; she did exactly what you begged her to do. You wanted everyone to know how good her lips felt up against your shaved skin. Now, guys can see the results for themselves. Maybe some of them will want to kiss the lips. Ever think of that? Seems to me it’s a nice icebreaker for getting a guy to deep-throat you. Other than that, no one will ever see it."

Her logic wasn’t helpful. Still, the idea of getting blown was better than doing the blowing. He looked into the mirror again. Maybe she was right. If gay guys saw the tattoo, they’d probably want to suck him off instead of the other way around. His cock twitched at the memory of Randy’s lips on it. Her lips seemed fuller like his, but not as obviously so. He mentioned it to Mary

"They won’t look so puffy, once the collagen injected evens out and the swelling from the injections go away. Tell you what. Today’s the twenty-eight. Write out a note to your brother across the face of the envelope, and I’ll drop it off at your apartment. I have the address on the employment application. Give me a key to your apartment."

"It isn’t that simple. Today is Wednesday. If I don’t do the laundry, Lou will think I left for good and don’t intend to be back. I have to go. It will only take a few hours and Lou is at school. If he gets the envelope and sees that I did the laundry, he’ll know I was there and won’t start looking for a new co-tenant."

"Okay. You can go under one condition. It won’t be difficult, but I’ll know that you won’t try to duck out on us. Your clothes, car and driver’s license all have to stay here. That way, you’ll have to return here to retrieve them and finish the week of training as you agreed to do in the employment contract. I’ll drive you there."

"But I can’t go without my clothes."

"I’ll loan you some of mine. Your brother won’t recognize you in them, and he’ll probably hit on you if he catches us. You can let him. He won’t know his own brother is sucking him off, if you wear enough makeup and a wig. Think of it. You may get to pop his cherry."

"Mary, I have to make something clear. What occurred last night between Randy and me wasn’t my idea of great sex. I’m not gay. If I weren’t tied down to this bull, I’d have run like hell as soon as I found out he was really a male. I was fearful for my life. I didn’t know what he/she would have done if I refused to reciprocate. The same goes for you and the owner of this madhouse. I didn’t have much of a choice. I was forced to do whatever you wanted. I was in handcuffs!

Look at what happened, after I let you put a cowgirl outfit on me. I shouldn’t have been so naive. I thought I’d have a quick fling on the wild side last night and chalk it up to an experience I’d never forget. I didn’t know I’d be drugged and marked for life. With the way my face and groin are marked, there’s no chance I ever will forget what happened to me.

I don’t want the job. I want to be perfectly honest, so you won’t think I’m crossing you in any way. You tricked me into going this far, and I don’t appreciate what was done last night. I’m sure I can make a decent buck without compromising my sexual preferences and be forced to use my body for deviant sex acts with men. I have no desire to do what you do for a living. If you like it, that’s your business.

It’s your choice, but it’s not mine. I don’t want to become a male prostitute, even if the pay is ten times what I could earn doing something else. I’ll leave, no matter what you try to do. You probably can keep me here by force for a little while, but I’ll get away the first time you drop your guard."

"Why don’t I believe you Joey? I think you’re trying to convince yourself that you have a great life ahead of you, but you know darn well that you haven’t been so lucky, thus far. The owner checked into your work history. You’d be surprised what a detective agency can find out about a person if you are wiling to pay for it

Your profile indicates you dropped out of high school, got a GED, were thrown out of your home by your dad, who was furious that you called his new fiancée a bimbo, and cocksucker. Then you moved in with your brother, have been a leach ever since you did, and went through two jobs in the three months you’ve been in town. Not a soul will hire you after what you called the lady who filed the written complaint with the better business bureau and the attorney general’s consumer complaint division.

Leaving daily garbage from marked down chicken from the end of your shift at the chicken carryout was the clue to where you worked last. The landlord and other tenants were constantly cleaning up the knocked over garbage cans the neighborhood dogs and vermin found. Had you put the bones in a plastic bag with a bit of liquid dishwashing soap, the neighbors wouldn’t have bitched and the detective might not have had the lead to your last employer.

Your last angry employer blacklisted you with the unemployment division, the local restaurant owner’s association and the better business bureau. He’s had a string of inspectors visiting his carry out because of you. Can you blame him for being pissed off? He showed the detective the job application you filled out there which enabled him to dig up the rest of what we know about you. He asked the detective to give you no end of grief, if he could. Does that sound like someone who will get a chance to land a decent job? You cooked your own goose, Joey.

Maybe you’d better reconsider, before word of your poor attitude reaches further and you get into trouble with the law. The first job you had claims money was taken from the cash register when you had access to it. Care to explain stealing from your employer to the police? The man said he caught you red-handed.

"I was only going to borrow it, and return it when I got paid the same day. How’d I know the owner was going to count the drawer early, before I had the chance to return the twenty I took to buy a pair of pants? I tore the rear seam on mine, and went across to the mall to buy a new pair. When I got back, he fired me on the spot, without letting me explain. I tried. I think he set me up, the bastard."

"Could be that he did. He admitted firing another employee for tapping his till a week later. Seems he thought that you were the guilty party for the continuing shortage problem he had; not that it matters now. He wrote the word "goniff" in ink on your file. Know what that means? It means you’re a pegged thief, Joey."

 

"Boy! People sure know how to make mountains out of molehills in this town. If I can, I’ll go somewhere nobody knows anything about me and start fresh. I don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell, around here. I might as well let Lou start to look for a co-tenant, after all."

"Where will you go? What will you use for money to get there? If you still don’t feel like this is an excellent way to bank money for a fresh start, save up enough for a bus ticket out of town to anywhere you’d like in another week. Your contract is for one week. How hard could it be?"

"That depends on what you plan to do to me. Will I wake up with tits tomorrow?"

"I promise that nothing more will be done, unless you demand it. The lip thing and the tattoo was a mistake. We thought you were planning to stay and would welcome a feature to insure a lot of guys would ask you for riding lessons.

With a trademark like yours, you’ll have a lot of fags dying to see it. What if guys do want to kiss the base of your cock? You blew your best wad when Randy sucked you off. We’ll skip the female get-up and you can be a cowboy instead of a cowgirl. What do you think? Will you stick it out until the end of next week? By then you might raise a thousand dollars or more. What do you say?"

"Oh, alright. I’ll give it a shot. At least I won’t leave town with my pockets empty. For the last three months, I haven’t had enough cash at any one time to buy a decent steak. It’ll be worth it. I don’t believe I’m actually agreeing to let guys blow me for a living. As for costumes, what do you think? If my brother comes in again and sees me as a cowgirl or a cowboy, he’ll know I’m being paid to have sex with guys. What’ll he think of me?"

"Not more than he already knows. He’s been a regular since last year. He knew what you were up to when he showed up last night, looking for you."

"Oh no! Why didn’t you tell me?"

"You didn’t ask. We don’t blab about people. He thinks it’s cool that you got a job here. He told us you’d fit right in, with your lanky frame and haughty attitude. He’s looking forward to seeing you ride a bull wearing next to nothing. Said he bring his classmates ‘round for some heavy action.

"Lou said that? That jerk! Figures! My own brother will pander me to his friends. What’d I ever do to him?"

"Well, for one. He said you sponge off him every chance you get and he was all for your working here for easy money. Just because he’s your brother, you think he owes you his support, even if he has to drop out of school to keep you fed and clothed. Did you ever ask yourself what you do in return for his hospitality?

I’d have thrown you out on your ass, for not trying to cover your share of the bills he’s been paying because you moved in with him. . With your spoiled behavior, I’m surprised he didn’t do it sooner. That’s why I’ll take you to the apartment and help you do his laundry. You owe him that much and more. If you do it for him from now on, I think he’ll go along with the program, just for observing what you are sure to learn about human nature here in the next week or so."

"What’s he to you? You been sucking his cock for him for the last year?"

"No, don’t I wish! He likes Candy much better. He’s the kind of guy any girl would love to land as a husband. Believe it or not, she’d walk right out in an instant and change her whole lifestyle for a shot at becoming his girlfriend. She’d make him a happy man and be a good woman for him, too. "

"That’ll be the day. Why would Lou want a shemale, a professional one, at that?"

"Candy is a genetic girl, not a shemale. Not all of the attendants here are guys. Some are good-looking girls that can ride and know they can make a good living by being nice to men. Not all strippers provide men with sexual favors in addition to stripping. Not all girls here do either. Some are straight arrows like Candy."

"How many attendants work there?

"Three teams of four each. Sometimes we have a few extras, or trainees, like you. We’re short two attendants right now so we placed the ad in the local paper. If we’re going to get back in time for your next lesson, we’d better get a move on. Put on your jeans. If you promise to behave, you don’t have to wear my clothes. Now that you know how much we know about you, you won’t run off and leave me high and dry."

 

 

Chapter Four.

 

On their way back to the Lasso Lounge, after doing the laundry at the apartment, Joey wanted to confirm that he’d be able to work in male attire. "What happens if I can’t ride well? Will I get fired, and another blot be put on my work record?"

"No. It’s hard not to ride well. You’re lanky. The operator can control the speed of the rocking and the degree of the rapid direction changes of the bulls. Observers don’t want to see you fall off. They want to watch your body move with graceful, flowing moves from the bull’s sudden changes in direction. If you look like you’re having a hard time, they don’t enjoy the show. Using theatrical skills to make it appear as if you are riding hard with ease, you look good, flexing your muscles for them to see. That’s what the guys want. The better the show, the more tips they’ll give you. It’s as simple as that."

"What made you decide to dress as a girl while you ride."

"The money. My tips doubled in no time when I started to imitate a girl, but then, I’m not as thin as you are. You’ll give the gay men something to pant over if you dress as a male. It’s entirely up to you. If you want straight men to pursue you, learn how to dress in a sexy, feminine manner.

Once they get you on your knees upstairs, they don’t care what’s hidden inside your panties. At five hundred a night, very few men are willing to book a bedroom for more than a half hour. That costs them fifty bucks. The faster that you relieve a man of his pent up desires, the more men you can accommodate upstairs, and the more money you’ll earn. The arithmetic is simple, but it adds up to more than five hundred a night in riding lesson money if you don’t waste time talking."

"Ten guys or more every night?"

"Sure. You get good at giving head after you’ve had practice. Ten guys won’t make your jaw ache, after you learn a few tricks. Just don’t take a guy who spent a lot of time in the bathroom up for a riding lesson."

"Why?"

It takes them a lot longer to get off if they pulled the pud first. If one of those jerks goes up with you, make sure he doesn’t cum within the time he paid for. He’ll think twice before he tries to screw you that way again."

"Ten cocks a night!"

"It’s like rolling off a log. Not all of them want blowjobs. Some want to touch you, or watch you ride a bull in a private setting. Some want to fuck you, or would like you to fuck them. That’s extra, because you get burned out. You can make more money if you fake it, but you have to make sure they cum, not necessarily you."

"What was the most money you made in one night?"

 

"A little over two grand, five hundred in salary and tips downstairs. I made fifteen hundred off a pair of late arrivals that booked the entire night for a double header. Came close a few other times, but that particular night was my record, so far.

Oh, by the way, a few good looking men might promise you the chance to make a lot more money if you leave the Lasso Lounge and hook for them. Don’t believe it for a moment. They’re either out to keep you in their harem with drugs, or they’ll keep most of the money you’ll earn when working for them. Pimps come around hunting for new talent. The owner tries to discourage them, but he won’t get into a brew-ha because a competitor is in the market for expanding his flock of sheep. Leave with a pimp, and you won’t be welcome back.

This isn’t a whorehouse. It’s a great place where different people get to do what works the best for them. Don’t put Candy or any of the girls you meet here in the same category with Randy and me. Some are fairly clean-cut girls with a passion for getting paid attention to by exhibiting their bodies, not spreading their legs.

 

It’s called narcissism. They’re in love with the way they look. Can’t blame them, so are the guys that drool all over them. The girls get the men hot and bothered, we get to cool them off. Everybody is happy, and nobody gets hurt. If you can look like a pretty girl, there’s no reason for you to not take advantage of a golden opportunity like this one. After all, you get to profit from getting blowjobs instead of paying for them. Helping a guy cum gives me a rush you can’t believe."

"Fine. You’re gay. I’m not. Being a means for guys to shoot off isn’t exactly fun, as far as I’m concerned. If not for the money I can make, I wouldn’t think twice."

"Incidentally, Joey. I’m not gay. I prefer women, but as one. I’m working here to afford a sex change, so I can be a lesbian. I don’t expect you to understand it, but I have a deep desire to be a woman’s pet, a pretty little cunt lapper."

"Now, that I wouldn’t mind, Mary. Why not stay just as you are and be able to fill up a woman’s pussy with your cock, as well as lap it for her. I’ll bet you’ll have more luck finding an interested woman as a man than as another woman."

"I wasn’t lucky, like you are. When women see my dinky dong, they sneer and treat me like a child or worse. At least guys don’t make fun of it. Men are all glad they have more cock than I do. I don’t know. Maybe someday a woman will take me home for her house pet and live-in maid. I love to fix hair for others, primp and prune a woman to make their charms more enticing, and cuddle with an important woman that exudes power and prestige. I can’t help the way I feel."

"Then, you suck guys off for the money alone? You’re not much different from what I’ll become, are you?"

"No. Sucking and fucking men is my meal ticket to a surgeon that will change me into what I feel like I am deep inside. With a pussy of my very own, willing to be used by men and women alike for my mistress, when she isn’t in the mood to satisfy her man’s sexual cravings, or when she is menstruating, I can have what I really need out of life, fulfillment of all my desires. I’ll be a kept woman.

Have you given any thought to what you want out of life Joey, eventually?"

"No. I’m still young. I decided to play the field for a while and not settle down yet, if that is what you want to know. That’s why this job is worth considering. With a lot of money, I can do whatever I please until I find something that captures my fancy. Being broke all the time has been a bummer. I’ll give the job a fair chance, even if I don’t like other men. Maybe if you had a pussy instead of your cock, we could be better friends, Mary."

"Don’t be so sure, you won’t mind having men spend money on you, too. There’s a lot to be said for being pampered by the wealthy. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if some rich hunk doesn’t sweep you off your feet, once you look the part of a lady of the evening. Some guys with money don’t want to be permanently bound to a woman by marriage. All they want is a buxom babe to parade in front of friends.

In bed, they want satisfaction without worrying about reciprocating or getting the girls pregnant or if a girl will sue them for breach of promise. Some have women falling at their feet due to their wealth, and get disenchanted with women. They prefer someone with a little ‘extra’."

"Well. It seems you feel I should forget about riding the bulls as a male. The girls get to make a lot more money at it and seem to have more sex, even if it’s with other guys. I’ll have to forget about my preferences and think about the money I can make as a girl. With a pair of lips that look like I’m begging to suck cock, I’ll not be attractive to other women. Will I?"

"I don’t think women feel any differently about a guy with sexy lips, then the men think of girls that have pretty pouts. Fact is: many girls get their lips enhanced for the attention it attracts, than men do. Girls are sensitive to how they look. A man is too self-centered to think about what others think of their appearance. Give it some thought. Women spend a hell of a lot more time perfecting what they want others to see. Why wouldn’t they be more aware of a man that did likewise?"

"What are you saying?"

"Take the time to consider what you look like to others. The more you think about it, the more effort you’ll put into it, and the more money you’ll make. Narcissism is not an exclusively feminine fetish. You may discover you like yourself more if you look nicer. Give it a week. Just pay attention to your appearance. You’ll see what I mean. Sure, it’s a big step, but if it’s worth doing; it’s worth doing well."

 

Chapter Five.

 

They arrived at the lounge. Before his next riding lesson, Mary had him put on his makeup and tried a variety of wigs on him, to compare how different hairstyles changed his appearance slightly. When they selected a style that complimented his other features best, she made a note of it and found the wig in a catalog.

Then, Joey found out how hard the larger bulls with more powerful motors tossed him around in the saddle. He fell off completely several times, and grabbed at his groin from having his nuts crushed by a particularly hard landing in the saddle in an uncomfortable position before he left the mount.

"That’s it Mary. I think I pulled a groin muscle, this time. I’m done for today. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk straight for a week."

"Let me get you something to protect those precious stones of yours." Mary was back in a flash and brought what looked like a tight jock strap, but had a hole cut out for his cock in the center of the pouch. The exterior was made of clear, soft plastic, but the see-through cup was narrow and extended below the hole, where his legs would hide it. She fitted him into it, carefully easing his sore nuts into his body cavity. "There. Now you won’t have to worry about injuring them, so easily."

"It looks highly suggestive. My cock sticks out more, even when it is soft. It looks like I have an extra inch or more than shows normally."

"That’s so you can offer easy access to it and the men can see what you have as you ride, without risk of a rupture. When you don’t want to mar the lines of a slim-fitting dress, you simply slip a codpiece in your panties to disguise your cock."

"Do you have one handy?"

"Yes. I’ll go get it. It’s new too, so don’t worry about germs."

Mary slipped his cock into the relief in the panty liner. It would allow his cock to extend upwards if he became aroused, without the danger of getting his big dong bruised by making hard contact with a bull, if he came down hard from a lurch and stayed in control, without falling. His gonads were still tender, so he declined testing the device and waned to call it a day.

Mary agreed and looked into Joey’s eyes. " I know a way to massage them that you will enjoy. Go get cleaned up, inside and out. When you finish with a nice hot shower and a douche, come back and lean over the saddle at the back end like I showed you on your first day here."

When he returned to the room, nervously anticipating what he knew was about to happen, he gingerly mounted the larger bull, careful not to trap his cock, closed his eyes and waited for Mary to return. She didn’t take long and told him to relax.

She put cuffs around his wrists, telling him it was only to steady him, and teased his rosebud with a touch of her middle finger as he straddled the wider bull, with his derriere exposed. "I’m going to massage your testicles from the inside of your virgin ass. Don’t worry. It won’t hurt. I’ll only use a finger, unless you think It won’t have enough length to do the job properly. It won’t feel as rigid as the nozzle on the hose. It will be warm and pliable, so relax and don’t try to force it back out."

As it slowly entered his lubricated bung, he let out a sigh. She stopped. The small finger barely was past the tight muscle that was capable of holding back any gas or solids from escaping unintentionally. He tightened the muscle, and released it, trying to determine how far her finger was inside the ring of muscle. She waited until he stopped flexing before she slowly let it sink as far as it would go.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, not at all. It feels like the nozzle, but isn’t as cold or hard. It feels nice!"

"See? Having anal sex with a nice long cock feels better, but you don’t have to worry about that now. You won’t that find out, unless you are ready to offer your virginity to some guy that wants to break in a new filly. A man with means thinks nothing of paying five hundred dollars to pop a cherry, Joey. With that much, you can repay your brother for carrying a lot of your share of the expenses that you haven’t given him, when you weren’t working. All it takes is one long cock to pay off your standing debt to him." Her finger sank in slowly to emphasize the way a man would take him, with a proper degree of care, to not tear his ass apart --- too badly. No sense in causing Joey alarm, to learn what wouldn’t be avoidable, yet.

"Mmmmmm. I thought it would have hurt. Why do women make such a fuss over getting their cherries busted? It feels good to have you do whatever you’re doing.

Can you go faster?"

"Not yet. Get used to capturing it inside by tightening up. That’s it. Keep it up. In a few minutes, we’ll explore. I want you to keep your rosebud as tight as you can on my finger for now. Yes, just like that." She kissed his back, and put one arm under him to touch his left nipple. "Now, rock back and forth, trying to take more of my finger inside of you by grasping and releasing it as you continue to rock."

Her hand on his nipple distracted him until he felt warmth emanate from her palm as it held the soft tissue on his chest. He felt his nipple respond to her touch and he liked the way she proceeded to bugger him slowly. He thought any guy could enjoy being the passive partner, if he knew his aggressor was this considerate. Mary must know what it felt like to be fucked up the ass, because she had done it many times, herself. He felt he was in good hands, rightfully so.

True to her word, she began to move her finger in and out. The more he flexed his ass muscle, the more she encouraged him to continue. Soon, he felt contact of a second finger. As it joined the first, his desire and urgency to cum increased in proportion to the extent he was being penetrated.

Suddenly she touched a magic spot and his cock erupted without being touched. He continued to ejaculate deep inside of the pad that surrounded his hard cock, for a long, wonderful orgasm, unlike those he was familiar with. This one wasn’t solely in his groin, but spread like fire throughout his body, including inside of his butt and the flesh on his chest that she held in the palm of her hand.

He was panting so hard, he couldn’t speak, but she kept her fingers inside, long after he stopped erupting like a volcano. She resumed massaging his prostate, and he came again, with lesser force, but more emotional release, as she kept up the pace of the intruding fingers. His head was swimming from the extremely pleasant glow flowing through him. "No more. Please. I’m about to faint if you do that more. Please Mary. I need a break."

She persisted, causing him one more set of deep muscle spasms, without any fluid emitting from his soft cock. She made him cum while his cock was flaccid.

Finally, she withdrew, but replaced her fingers with a small plug she said would help train him for the big event, should he decide to make a fast five hundred in a very pleasant manner. She wanted him to be ready to receive his dénouement without pain or reluctance. His aggressor’s pleasure would have to be fulfilled as well as his acquiring the knowledge that he had been used thoroughly by a man, not the one who enjoyed another person’s body in the ultimate act of true sexual depravity. He quietly acknowledged he would willingly let a man fuck his ass.

"Now, you’ve got me worked up. Since I’m not much bigger than a finger, I could fit my little inside as easily as I did my fingers. Do you want me to do it? I’d rather you used your mouth to placate my passion for you, Joey."

Yes, use my mouth, if you’d rather. I owe you that much. The plug feels big, but it will remind me how good I felt when you touched me inside and made me go off."

He took his time and made sweet love to Mary’s tiny pecker. She watched him as he enjoyed performing the act of oral worship to her diminutive penis. Regardless of his constant denial of not having any homosexual leanings, he was doing a good job of proving it with apparent ease. He continued to lavish her soft dong, long after she rewarded him with a few drops of her clear, sticky goo. After that, he licked his swollen lips, to savor the remaining essence of her meager nectar. She felt very satisfied Joey was now hooked on having sex with men more than women, and doubted he’d ever go back to women, even if Joey didn’t know it yet.

She undid his cuffs and led him to the single bed. On it, she licked his nipples as he suckled at her ample breasts. Soon he was fast asleep, well worn out by the progress Mary made in turning him out. He continued to sleep when Randy came in and quietly let Joey kiss his cock in his sleep. Mary and Randy openly debated what Joey’s dream entailed, as the two transsexuals watched the sleeping lad toss and turn, opening his lips greedily to suck at nonexistent pricks.

 

Chapter Six.

 

Someone was shaking him. "Nap time is over, Joey. You have to get ready for work, like the rest of us." Randy was standing over him, sporting a huge erection.

"See something you like? It needs to take a nap too, it seems. The sight of your new tattoo has it all inspired for romance." As Joey tried to sit up, Randy joined him on the small bed, taking the pad out of Joey’s panties. "Now there’s a Randy sight. Ooh, the smell of aged cum on a satisfied man is intoxicating."

Randy’s lips surrounded Joey’s sleep-soft corona. She wrapped her arms around his legs and took Joey’s semi-hard cock deep into her mouth. With a demanding force, she took one leg and wrapped it over Joey’s neck, pulling him toward the hot cock that begged his attention. Still half asleep, Joey let the rampant member slide between his swollen lips and sucked it for all he was worth, reveling in the difference his big lips made. The plug that was in his ass gave him a reminder of its presence too, as he clenched his lower cheeks from the probing digit Randy let slip into the deep crease of his ass. She pushed the intruder deeper inside, as she let Joey’s entire schlong open up her throat. She paused to say: "Nothing like a bit of sixty-nine to make a guy feel wanted when he wakes up. Eh, Joey?"

Joey didn’t reply. His ass felt too nice for him to want to say anything that might prompt Randy to stop the spirally motion she added to the base of the plug inside of him. Soon, the two were thrashing and spewing what little they had to offer each other. Randy must have had a busy night, leaving her eager to be satisfied, but not with copious batch of semen to offer to Joey.

Not to worry. Joey planned on getting a lot more cum, once the lounge opened up for business later. Sex of this type wasn’t going to upset him any longer. He’d sucked on cocks and survived. He got over his reluctance to swallow sperm after the first few loads. He liked its unusual salty taste. He had his ass violated, and he enjoyed every second of the experience. There’d be no stopping him.

He wondered if he was a latent homosexual all along. It’s the only possible way to explain his newly acquired passion for enjoying male on male sex and getting as much of it he could handle. Why worry about rigid social conventions, when he could legally make a ton of money giving men the riding lessons. He’d also offer them his mouth, cock and ass, free, if they’d but ask him for the use of his body for freely exchanged sexual pleasures between two consenting adults.

No crime it having sex. No laws against homosexual sex were on record in this state, so Joey was free to indulge with his newly acquired talents to his heart’s desire. Randy’s cock felt better in his mouth, since his lips were "enhanced". In a few hours, he’d be racking up the dough, he’d been deprived of having since his mom passed away and left him out of her will because she said he had a bad attitude and was fast to criticize everyone. She was sure he’d only squander the money, so she left it to his dad, except for a fund she set up for his brother.

No need to ponder over spilt milk. He now had the means to make some terrific money, and he wasn’t hesitating. In no time he’d have cash to do whatever he wanted. With luck, he’d put enough away to spend his life in the lap of luxury.

Randy advised Joey that Mary had to pick up a few things, and asked Randy to help Joey prepare for tonight’s show. Mary thought it was time Joey did his share of demonstrating how easy it was to ride a bucking bronco. Randy was as good as Mary when it came to applying makeup to Joey’s face, but she was laying it on thick, since he’d be on center stage for his first time, and would cause a crowd to gather around to watch the new rider show off her stuff.

Randy said he’d take charge of the remote, so Joey could concentrate on making his ride seem more difficult than it was. Not too much, but Joey had to make the men in the audience think he was worth taking upstairs for private instruction and things. Joey was thrilled with the notion. He’d be making money hands over fist in a few hours. He pulled the flesh on his chest up, so his bra would give men the impression the padding was his own tit flesh. Randy told him to hold off, as Mary was on her way back with his new outfit.

What an outfit it was! Fake gems and steel studs covered the vest in the shape of large stars. The matching chaps had holes just like the vest in the center of each star strategically placed to expose his breasts. Long leather fringes made both, vest and chap sway with every little move Joey made, as he paced the floor in his new boots that were more thin air than leather. They were nothing more than a few leather straps that went halfway up to his knees over his iridescent nylon stockings. A matching garter belt barely was visible, except for glittering garters that cascaded over his firm ass. His two butt cheeks were forced to protrude out the back by the chaps that were tightly bound to his hips, but covered nothing but the sides. He was a walking wet dream

Mary gave him a new panty insert to hide his iron-hard cock. The tiny panty alone was not going to hide much from a careful onlooker. The sheer confection let the lip-shaped tattoo that peeked out around his shaft show through the larger hole in the center of his new ball retainer, as the clear net testicle retainer kept his two nuggets out of sight inside his body. With the insert in place, his groin still proudly displayed "kiss me" above the low, g-string style waistband. Even with the entire outfit on, Joey’s groin was bulging with what looked like a perfect vulva for all to admire.

His face had a naughty, sultry look. His wig was sassy. He was a ravishing sight to behold. His cock was hard as a bar of steel from admiring the reflection of his new outfit in the full-length three-view mirror at the fold-up dressing station. Mary put her hand on Joey’s shoulder and told him it was time for him to go downstairs to knock the crowd dead, with her act. He took one last look at his half bra, which used under-wired pads to create the believable illusion that his meager tits were larger than they were. Huge brown halves of the brown pigment he acquired the day before caught the light and centered it on his two pointy, pink nipples.

 

As he came out of the office and stepped into the light from the spotlight, a voice on the sound system heralded him. "And here she is, ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in public, the newest diva to grace the broncos of Lasso Lounge, the one and only: OUTLAW JOSIE WAILS!"

 

Someone evidently found out about Joey’s habit of bitching at every turn for the least cause and incorporated her bad habit into her stage name.

"Her riding skills are newly acquired, ladies and gentlemen, so she has yet to prove to anyone she is comfortable in the saddle. For her debut, she’ll show you what she can do after only three private riding lessons. Gather round and cheer her on as she demonstrates the ease with which you too, can conquer our bulls."

The second bull was moved off to a corner to provide more room for the watching fans to get up close. Drink carrying customers filed forward for a closer look.

Cheers reverberated as Joey mounted the electric beast to ride. The volume of the cheers echoed off the four walls, making her more nervous than she first was when she came out of the office. The slow roll of the real cowhide’s hair, tickled her nearly naked legs, unlike the smooth hides of the bulls on the floor up above.

She was as comfortable as she could be, with a wide moving carcass under her, exposing her to all who cared to gaze at her clearly displayed crotch. This mount was far wider than those she practiced on. Her short legs didn’t reach the heavy stirrups, so they dangled free, delighting the crowd as she tried to spur her heels into its hide on either side, by putting her legs up a bit, enhancing her revealing fake pussy to the delight of the cheering fans.

As she rode, her body glistened with a sheen caused by the bright lights and the effort she had to exert to maintain balance, without using stirrups. Someone had conveniently adjusted them improperly. It was too late to stop the show at this point, so she’d have to do her best without the aid of the stirrups.

She ended up giving the crowd the best demonstration of how not to venture up on an electrical monster without the benefit of proper restraints or control over the direction or angle her legs flew on the unstable platform under her. Still, Joey, or Josie as her audience knew her, managed to stay up for the entire ten-minute brutal trial ride of endurance.

As she dismounted, the crowd went wild. People came up and congratulated her for putting on such a great performance, without anything to hang onto, but a thin rein. She was shaking like a leaf; glad her ordeal was over. Mary and Randy ran up to her side to usher her to their neutral corner of the bar before all the horny drinking men tried to grope her groin or cop a feel of her tight ass. The three safely made it to their seats, with two non-descript bouncers running interference. This was the first she noticed the lounge employed hefty bruisers to keep order.

The non-alcoholic drinks arrived, and she asked the bartender to bring her a tall glass of water for a chaser. She was still huffing and puffing from her debut. As she cooled down, her eyes surveyed the crowded barroom. She almost dropped her glass when she spotted her brother Lou standing by a large table with a large number of his college buddies that Joey had seen at the apartment at one time or another in the past three months.

Mary noticed the flush look drain out of Josie’s face, at the startling discovery.

Josie turned and elbowed Mary. "Did you arrange a posse to drag me out of here to tar and feather me, too?" Mary turned and spotted the large group of huddled preppies listening to her brother brag. His voice was loud enough to hear, in spite of the noises made by the jukebox and the other patrons.

"That couldn’t have been her real cunt. They can’t show off a girl’s privates here. It had to be a fake. Who will offer to buy the next round if I go up to ask her how she does it?" Josie cowered in fear. Her own brother was about to come over to expose her. What would they do when they found out she was Lou’s brother?

The group rose and started their way to confront Josie. Fortunately, the bruisers hired by the lounge were close by. They asked the gents why they were headed to the corner, where the girls sat. "That’s my kid sister. I got a right to talk to my kin, don’t I? I want to introduce her to my buddies from school. We’re cool. We don’t want any trouble. Some of the guys would like to arrange for a lesson. Does she offer group rates?"

Josie, Randy and Mary thought the party was about to get ugly. Instead, Lou was polite, lowered his tone of voice and asked the bouncers if he could talk to his sister for a second, if he came up alone, without his crowd of drinking college buddies. The two men agreed, and stepped aside, so Lou could pass by.

"Hi, sis." Lou leaned over and kissed Josie’s cheek, and took her hand in his. "I figured you’d make a great looking girl if you got all dolled up to take this job.

Sorry you were shocked to see me here with my friends. I set you up, because you weren’t very eager to find a new job. I had the newsstand guy on the corner hand you a paper with a page added. I knew you were sure to buy a paper there, after I collected the ones our neighbors left out when I left for school each day. A buddy of mine made the offer sound so good, you didn’t hesitate to call for an interview. Mary said you were panting into the phone when she called you back

He’s a journalism major and did a fine job of mimicking the local paper’s typeset. For the life of me, I was afraid you’d notice the page number and date was wrong and you’d spot the difference in jobs listed on that page. He used the school’s want ads and advertising for the rest of it. At least I thought you’d catch on when the other ads were for part-time college kids, not for professionals entertainers."

"YOU? All of you were in on it? You did this to trap me? Was I that big of a pain in the ass to you, Louie? You had me set up to become a prostitute?"

"Why not? You’d never amount to much, otherwise. I expected you to land in jail before the end of the term. This way, you can gripe all you want. Girls can get away with being crybabies. Men can’t. This job ought to keep those your pretty lips of yours busy, so you won’t be moaning about getting a rotten deal again. Dad knows about it, too. He and his ‘bimbo’ girlfriend thought it would be a great object lesson for you. She’s really a nice person, you know. You tried to interfere with dad’s happiness and made both of their lives miserable with your griping.

I thought I’d do them a favor and even the score, Joey. You had this coming to you. You should be grateful. You would have done worse, on your own.

You didn’t seem to care that dad makes enough money to support you for the rest of your life. You had to try and put a bee in his bonnet about Susan. She’s a fine lady. She’ll make dad a happy man, now that you’re out of the way for good.

I would have like to have the honor of breaking you in, but a better man has put in his bid for your ass cherry. Mary tells me you met his cock already, eye to eye, so to speak. You know how long his thick cock is. He owns this place. I wish I could see the look on your face when he plunges all his meat into your virgin ass. Maybe he can plug up your throat with it from the other end, so his neighbors don’t have to endure your woeful cries for mercy.

Maybe you will make some man happy someday, Josie. For your own sake, I certainly hope so. Goodbye, my darling sister. Good luck to you in your new job. Well, luck has a lot to do with your putting out for guys, so have fun doing it, all the same. You’ll do much better once you get a nice set of tits. Use the money you earn here tonight for a down payment. You’ll soon be able to afford a nice rack with the money you’ll make tonight alone. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."

Lou turned around and walked away from Josie, never looking back, leaving his brother/sister to stew in his/her own freshly brewed juices. He walked out of the lounge with his friends, shortly afterwards. Some of the guys with Lou smiled and winked at Josie before they scurried off to rejoin the group of laughing college students walking out the door.

Mary told Josie to get up and cruise the bar for tips from the guys for the show she gave them. "If they ask you for lessons, tell them you’ll be available after the midnight show. The boss wants you upstairs in fifteen minutes, so shake a leg."

She’d fix Lou’s cork, she thought. "I’ll fix him," she mumbled. "Just wait and see!"

Some people never learn when to keep their big mouths shut.

 

Finis.

 

 

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