'It's just a game.' pt 3

'It's just a game.' pt 3

It was the 3rd month in a row Gerald Naderham hadn’t sold a home. Into the office early he mumbled the Glengarry Glen Ross sales mantra between sips having started the Mr. Coffee-maker…’coffees for closers, coffees for closers….2nd place gets a set of steak knives’.

The real-estate office had the kind of general manager that was ‘pretend friendly’ mostly with those that produced often ignoring the others while threatening to send them packing.

At times the single divorced male wondered how it had all gone off the rails. One minute it seemed he was a successful married real estate developer and the next he was divorced with half the money he’d accumulated gone with a former wife he’d never hear from again.

By 6 that night he wanted to head out have a few beers and maybe go to the upscale titty-bar he really couldn’t afford. His last two calls showing promise Gerald had a spark of his former level of confidence that once had him as the office leader in sales three years running.

Franklin Jones was known as Mitzi when not called ‘Misty Breeze’ to the regulars at the Over the Blue Moon drag queen bar. Mostly populated with a bevy of Cd’s, gays and lesbians ‘Blue Moon’ would also have the occasional straight male who stumbled in by accident too drunk to realize he may be fresh meat.

Mitzi opened the long dress bag after his secretary signed for the delivery bringing it to his corner office.

“Thanks Helen that will be all for tonight.”

“Yes Mr. Franklin….one of these nights me and my Betsy will come and see your latest drag revue. That outfit looks quite lovely.”

Perhaps unexplainable Franklin always had a talent for picking up straight males and converting them to the joyful way of a life as a Cd. Oddly enough he found going to strip clubs was a source of new talent as he called them.

Hearing the waitress say ‘here’s your Johnny Walker blue’ impressed Gerald sitting at the same tiny round table next to the fellow who introduced himself as Franklin. Together they watched the attractive blond haired woman arch her back enough her naked breasts glided just by his face while she put the drink on the table.

Smiling at the two on the way up she said ‘my name is Peaches and I know how to make you cream’. Finishing introducing herself she shook her boobs as only a woman can do.

“Wow JW Blue…that’s’s a pricey way to drink Frank.”

Franklin looked at Gerald whom he had been talking to for the last 20 minutes.

“Peaches next time around bring my buddy here one JW Blue on me in fact the whole check for both of us is on me . We’re talking a real estate project that just might make us some good money”

Gerald felt relieved things would be gratis the rest of the night.

Sitting at the bar of the ‘Kitty Licker’ strip club for 45 minutes he had spotted Gerald and assessed him to be his target for the night. Lean and thin figured appearing as though he hadn’t ever seen the inside of a gym he looked like many males these days that didn’t have the muscles to defend himself if push came to shove.

His 5’ 7” height, sparse beard growth he had an attractive shock of deep brunette colored hair that fell past the bottom of his neckline in a low-tied male ponytail that put Gerald on the short list.

Franklin used the bar as a pick up place enough he had gotten to know the owner that happened to be gay yet kept it a secret. A friendly blow job on Franklin's part had ingratiate him with the guy who hoped more would come from it. It was enough he gave Frank a VIP pass card.

“Say let’s get away from the riff-raff down here and go to the VIP lounge upstairs... Gerald it’s on me…we’ll get more leeway there… it’s next to the wading-pool room.”

“What’s the wading pool room Frankie?”

“They put a kids wading-pool in one corner of the large room and it allows patrons to get undressed…instead of having a bunch of clothing on they use bathing suits while getting lap dances. It is a way to skirt the law yet makes it a lot more enjoyable to be near naked with the girls if you know what I mean.”

“Yea, sure sounds nice I get it. Where do we get the bathing suits?”

“The club has the girls pass them out.,...the deal is every patron in the room has to wear one. Say you like to get high I’ve got some tasty edibles to kind of loosen things up.”

“Count me in.”

Within a few minutes the cannabis kicked in designed to help immobilize and make one feel passively submissive while being attracted to colors Gerald could feel himself letting go.

“Hey Franklin you…”

The Cd put his hand up to stop him. Franklin spoke

“Say my friends call me ‘Mitz’ let’s go with that.”

Buzzed enough Gerald grinned.

“Fine, then you call me ‘Litz’ like we’re bro’s Mitz and Litz.’

Franklin thought about it briefly Litz was close to Lizzie which wasn’t all that far from Lisa the name he would put on Gerald once he had him captured under his spell.

Peaches was in on the seduction looking forward to a nice payout at the end of the evening she brought fresh drinks back.

“Here you go Mitz and for your cute friend…”

“Just call me Litz.”

Peaches bent down letting her free hand run along Gerald’s thigh as she put the drink on the table. Lifting up her tongue licked his neck before she stood erect.

“Peaches we want the wading pool can you arrange that and bring us some suits to use?

“Sure Mitz…I’ll see you two darlings there,...mind if I bring a friend?”

The club was getting crowded with most every male staring at the bevy of beautiful girls doing the catwalk in just thongs and high heels. They’d twist and turn and dip and lift with all the grace of a ballet dancer at the MET.

A fish of a naïve customer on the line some dropped into a squat giving a shake of their hair while spreading their legs showing the camel toe look of their pussy pressing against the material. Patrons would line the waist-band of their thongs with 10’s and 20’s giving away their money for the few seconds of sexual fantasy the moment produced.

“You know...that Peaches….I think she likes me Mitz.”

How many strip bar girls had brought out the same reaction from males at every stripper club that ever existed?

“Yea sure Litz…probably does. Let’s go.”

At 5’ 11” Franklin has the kind of healthy lithe body that let him move between the worlds of a straight males and crossdressers without detection. Like many a Cd drag queen he had a feminine persona just under the surface.

‘Mitz’ grabbed hold of the ‘Litz’s hand and led him upstairs to the private area. The darker lit room had imitation velvet couches just off the doorway with a tiny wading pool in the back corner. Getting down to their underwear the two turned on seeing Peaches walk in with another girl.

Truth was the female was more than that the woman was a professional Dominatrix named Dominique. There to troll for submissive males quite often she’d turn them into her slave in matter of weeks.

“You’ll have to use these and pretend….Sorry only girl bathing suits tonight….the guy ones are at the cleaners.”

Franklin spoke

“Sure what’s the difference….right Litz?”

“Umm yea…sure Mitz…what the heck huh.”

Litz looked a little stunned they weren’t bathing suits instead the each were given a pair of bra and pantie sets.

Peaches immediately went to Litz.

“Here baby let me help….it's not as hard as it looks.”

Feeling docile yet aroused Gerald watched as Peaches put him in the pretty teal colored lace bra and matching panties.

“…did anyone ever tell you you’re legs are gorgeous Lizzie? I’m going to give your face a touch up honey you don’t mind do you Baby?”

Gerald let the feminine name slip by without comment feeling her hand massage his package.

“No….sure Peaches…whatever you’d like.”

“What I’d like is to have Lizzie call me Mistress Peaches.”

Her hand dipped down and touched his penis again as it started to swell.

Mitzi was thrilled to have Dominigue the other women there like many an alpha Cd he was still intimidated by assertive women who knew how to dominate a male. More than a stripper she was a professional Mistress that had her own website.

The two sat on the same bench seat while Peaches and Dominique let an air of female dominance fill the room as they went into their routine.

“You too huh Lizzie…mine told me to answer to the name Mitzi then gave me a kind of makeover with a wig…these are two wild chicks aren’t they?....look at these bra and panties we have on…they feel kind of sexy to be honest.”

Thick with makeup Gerald’s face pivoted to look at Mitzi.

“I’m kind of turned on Mitzi…I mean being in bra and panties…I probably shouldn’t say it but I’ve always wondered what they would feel like.”

Dominigue stood in front of the two Peaches at her side her arm draped over the dominant women’s shoulder she listened to the professional Mistress.

“Kiss your girlfriend Lizzie.”

The buzz from the booze, the high of the marijuana the sensations of the lingerie the room thick with sexual tension Lizzie could feel the protective walls to his inhibitions had evaporated.

Feeling intimidated and horny Lizzie kissed a male for the first time in his life.

Franklin didn’t waste the moment he leaned in and kissed Gerald back. Pulling up he spoke.

“I like what Mistress Peaches did with your hair Lisa…is your bra padded it looks like you have boobies.”

Lizzie spoke.

“Peaches glued these things on or something.…they’re sticking to my body…call me Lisa again it turns me on.”

Peaches was doing a slither up and down the side of Dominique’s body shaking her boobs she was delighted to see the two males dressed femme.

“Lisa girl…your foot lift it out.”

He didn’t know why he said it yet out it came.

“Yes Mistress Peaches.”

Peaches slid the high heel on it followed by the other matching one. Commanding in her voice Dominique spoke.

“Come here now slip between the two of us …we’re going to first teach you how to have do a daisy chain momba….then a seductive lap dance.”

Her arm reached out as her hand pulled him close, giving a kiss she slid him into place. He hadn’t realized how strong she was until he felt her arms on either side surrounding his body.

Peaches in front Dominique behind Lisa perched in heels the three shimmied and shook as though chorus girls all in a line. Back and forth their hips swayed he felt like he was in a cocoon of femininity with Dominique pressing her breasts against his back while Peaches lifted his hands to grab hold of hers.

A techno beat pulsating out to the beat of the flashing lights in the room the pro Mistress ran her arms on his body letting the fresh spritz of perfume be transferred from her wrist to his neck and chest, She kept up the whispering in his ear.

“That’s it baby let the music move you…let yourself feel like a girl Lisa…..connect to our femininity....have it flow through you.”

Mitzi now in his own pair of heels spread his legs wide rubbing the front of his panties trying to keep his cock concealed.

The three leaned forward when Lisa next felt Mistress Dominque slide her slick finger past his rosebud entrance. Gerald was amazed how life like his b-cup breast forms felt. The psychedelics of the cannabis had his mind exploding in colors and sensations.

Lisa was getting into the role of acting like a stripper he wiggled his butt only to next feel Dominique slide some kind of latex piece in his anal canal. Wet with lube it slid in easily. Years of lifting had given the woman strength not often found in female arms.

Her hands clasped him by the waist as she took to feigning like she was humping him from behind. He had always liked seeing strippers do that to another girl on stage.

Peaches spun around as so often is the case with females the move came across with a certain fluidity women possess. The three mashed their bodies together as though they were one entity moving with the music.

“Ok pretty baby lets show you how to do a lap dance.”

She pushed her breasts close letting them touch Lisa’s body.

Mistress Dominique whispered from behind.

“Sweetie you can’t deny it….you look and feel so sexy in a bra and pantie set.”

The woman thought ‘he’s going to look gorgeous once Mitzi gets him on female hormones’.

Buzzed as a coyote on peyote Lisa threw his arms up swaying his hips like the other two females.

Dominique pulled the anal plug out as Peaches took his hands leading him to stand in front of Mitzi before she spun him around letting his pretty butt wiggle to and fro as Lisa shook it in front of Franklin.

“Lisa honey put your hands on Mitzi’s knees then do a little squat”

As Lisa bent lower facing Mistress Peaches Mitzi saw the gape of his anal opening. He quickly slathered more lube on in anticipation. The panties pulled to the side Mitzi guided his cock inside Lisa’s anal track as he lowered.

The moment Lisa settled down onto it the naïve male realized he had become impaled by the cock. Whenever it happen to occur both women enjoyed seeing a newbie being deflowered.

Smiling peaches slid close treating him like he was ‘one of the girls’.

“That’s it baby rub your pussy on the nice cock.”

Mitzi let his hands guide Lisa slowly up and down aware if he did it right he’d enjoy the fucking.

The women moved closed knowing how crucial the next minute or so would be. It would be the difference from him trying to lift off and away in disgust or accepting the new sensations. Their naked breasts filled his face scented with perfume it was too much feminine allurement to resist as he let his lips and hands kiss and touch them.

It took a few minutes before the switch happened. Suddenly feeling vulnerable and defenseless Lisa discovered he liked being taken like a woman. His bra strap came loose from his movement yet he slipped it back into place as though he had done it all his life. It felt nice losing the illusion of control he used to cling to.

Peaches drew close letting her hand gently glide on his made-up face. Too aroused in his feminization he didn’t even notice Dominique taking pictures with her I-phone.

“That’s our Lisa girl…ride that pretty cock…yes you’ll always like it from now on….its so much better climaxing like a female.”

Dominique spread her legs on either side and mimicked his movement.

“Think how nice it would be to have real breasts honey…that’s a good girl…why you are a natural Lisa…..just think you won’t have just one climax you’ll have lots of them.”

His mind was exploding with sensations and thoughts as though discovering the truth ‘that once a mind is expanded by a new idea it never goes back to its old dimension’.

Franklin nodded his head to Dominique not wanting Gerald to come knowing a male’s sexual desire dissipates from his energy drain bringing him back to normal once he has released.

The girls lifted Lisa off and eased him to the floor. On his knees he stared at the cock before slipping his mouth on it sucking a penis for the first time as well. He actually smiled seeing Peaches take pictures of him dressed femme giving head.

Fifteen minutes later much of his body hair removed he stood in 3”platform high heels a pair of neon hot pink stay-ups on his legs and a fresh matching bra and pantie set. A mesh cover-up slipped on the two males looked like sisters with Mitzi’ in his own white look-a-like outfit.

The final curtain call had all the strippers strutting on the catwalk with Peaches arm in arm holding Lisa’s and Mitzi’s in the middle of the grouping. It felt so strange yet exciting for Lisa to be looked at with a leer by the male customers. As for Mitzi he was a performing Drag queen Diva enough he always liked the attention.

The two males walked off stage right out the side door into the waiting limo Franklin had ordered. Inside the Lincoln stretch limousine Franklin looked at Gerald who seemed to be having the time of his life.

“Lisa honey your choice… you want me to take you home or should we go to my place?”

“Your place Mitzi…I need to feel you inside me.”

They didn’t need it was more for a feeling of celebration as Franklin popped the cork on the bottle of champagne. Pouring it carefully he saw Gerald smiling at him before speaking.

“You know that real estate thing we were talking about earlier…is there a chance we can still look in to it?”

Franklin didn’t blame him for asking about it. He figured 'It's just a game'.

Being a male he knew all about the cycle one dwells on….at any given time a male is thinking about money, sex or power.”

End of part 3 …