by D. L. Savage
I took a step back and assessed my outfit from head to toe – the glossy black hair, the heavy eyeliner and vampish red lips, the skimpy vest and tiny skirt, the thigh-high stockings and knee high boots.
I had to admit it. Even though these clothes were things I would never normally try on, now that I was wearing them, the whole ensemble did look kind of good.
“You look fucking hot,” Kelly grinned, and I guess she had a point.
“Thanks,” I smiled back. “You too!”
It was true; she did. Dressed from head to toe in an all-white ensemble, she was the angel to my devil, except this angel was wearing a skirt evenshorter than mine …
A little while later, as we approached the long line that snaked around the block, I felt my heart begin to hammer hard in my chest. I’d heard so much about this damn club; I knew just how exclusive and secretive it was. The nights there were supposed to be totally wild but the chances of getting inside to enjoy the fun were slim at best.
I just hoped and prayed we got in, because I really needed a wild night. You see, I’d practically spent my whole three years at college with Jared – some meathead jock I met in my freshman year, and who turned out to be, yep, you guessed it, a total asshole! I felt so frustrated, when I thought about all the crazy times and experiences that had passed me by, while I just hung around with him and his asshole, brain-dead friends.
If I’m honest, a little part of me wondered if I had been missing outsexually too. I mean, wasn’t college the time for experimenting? For finding out who you were and what really got you off? Well, that’s what books and TV had taught me, anyway, but all I’d learnt so far was that the last thing I needed in my life was another meathead frat boy.
I’d felt kind of jealous of Kelly, my roommate – because while I’d been wasting my time with Jared, she’d certainly taken full advantage of hers, always getting into some new scrape or adventure. She’d come home with tales of all kinds of slutty, kinky debauchery – anonymous blowjobs in toilet stalls, crazy threesomes in hotel rooms, drunken lesbian encounters after all night drinking sessions – while I’d just listened on enviously, wishing it was me.
So maybe now you can see just how important it was for me to get into that club.
“Don’t look so worried, it’ll be fine,” Kelly said, taking my arm in a, friendly gesture as we both strutted towards the end of the line. As always, it was like she could read my mind – totally picking up on just how nervous I was at that moment. Was I really so damn obvious?
As the line shuffled slowly forwards, I couldn’t help shuffle from foot to foot either, resisting the overwhelming urge to pick that damn piece of floss out from between my butt cheeks.
“You’re really telling me you wear one of these things every day?” I hissed beneath my breath. “It’s so annoying! It’s like my worst enemy is giving me a constant wedgie!”
“You’ll get used to it,” she grinned back with a wink. “And anyway, with any luck, it won’t be staying on for long ...”
Eventually we found ourselves at the front of the line and there was a terrifying pause as the huge hulking doorman looked us both up and down.
“ID?” he said in a low rumble of a voice.
We handed him our cards, and held our breath, waiting for the verdict. But all of a sudden, his stern face broke out into a surprisingly warm smile and he stood aside, saying, “Have a good night, ladies.”
“Thanks,” we smiled back as we made our way into the club, quickly paying then entrance fee and then heading in the direction of the throbbing pulse of the music and the distant silhouettes of bodies grinding on the dance floor.
“This place is amazing!” I gasped, as we finally stepped out into the huge main room, which was lit with gorgeous purple and pink lighting, not to mention the glitter and sparkle of the gigantic spinning mirror ball over head and the flutter of occasional bubbles and balloons.
And of course, the clientele helped, too. I’d never seen quite so many beautiful people all crammed into one room before in my life. I could totally see why the door policy was so damn strict now! Because this was just crazy – like some kind of fantasy. And I felt glad that we’d been allowed inside to enjoy it with our own eyes.
It was every kind of beauty you could imagine, too. There were tall gorgeous women, muscle-bound guys, and of course, all types in between. I found my gaze drawn in particular to a person who I couldn’t even tell what gender they were – totally and beautifully androgynous, slender yet powerful, feminine yet masculine, too.
As I stared in wonder at all these sexy, beautiful people surrounding us everywhere we looked, I felt a flutter of excitement in my tummy too, not to mention that telltale tingle in my panties. Because I’d been dreaming of coming to this place for so long, and now I was here I was dead set on making the most of it …
“Come on, let’s get a drink!” Kelly announced, grabbing my arm and marching me towards the long bar which curved elegantly all along the far wall of the ground level of the club. As we weaved through the crush of bodies towards it, my eyes strayed to a doorway on the opposite side, lit all around its edges with dim red bulbs and above it in neon pink lettering, a sign that read VIP ONLY.
Finally we made it to the bar and waited to get served. But after five minutes, we were still waiting.
“The service in this place sucks,” Kelly groaned. “But trust me, pretty soon, a drink will be the last thing on your mind!”
As we waited patiently to catch the androgynous bartender’s eye, a tall redhead girl strode confidently to the bar, pushed right in beside me and snapped her fingers, and immediately the bartender rushed over to serve her.
I watched on in awe, partly because she was just so confident, but also because she was stunning.
Now, I guess I should mention here that I’d never done anything with a girl before, but a small part of me wondered if perhaps I might be bi. After all, most of the time, when I watched porn late at night, I found it was always girl-girl stuff that really got me off. And more than once, I’d wondered what it would be like to actually kiss a girl – or go even further, if you know what I mean. But the thing was, I’d just never had the chance. Well, until tonight that was.
All of a sudden, this beautiful redhead turned to shoot me a look and I quickly diverted my eyes, realizing I’d just been flat out staring at her. But she must have noticed, because a moment later she said, “I’m sorry, did I push in? How very rude of me! Please, let me get you girls a drink.”
I was about to shake my head and tell her not to worry about it, when Kelly jammed in behind me and announced, “Thanks, we’ll take two jack and cokes!”
“Kelly,” I hissed through gritted teeth, but she didn’t sense my discomfort because she quickly added, “and make ‘em doubles!”
I thought the beautiful woman would simply tell us to go to hell, but instead she smiled again and turned to relay the order to the bartender and hand over the money. As she turned back to give us our drinks a moment later, she caught my eye for a second time and I felt my stomach lurch with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
Her big blue eyes were locked directly onto mine and it felt like every damn nerve in my body was suddenly on fire.
Wow.
She was absolutely gorgeous and … was I imagining it or was she was moving even closer to me, setting the drinks down on the bar behind me and then leaning into me in a kiss? As the beat of the music swarmed around us, I let my eyes close, just moments before her plump glossy lips touched against my own, and as we kissed, I felt my whole body melting from sheer pleasure.
This was nothing at all like how Jared kissed. No, with a woman it was so much softer, more sensual. She just seemed so in tune with me, her tongue teasing gently against my own, her body brushing against mine, pressing closer as her tongue pushed even deeper into my mouth. And between my legs, I felt the sharp ache and heat, as my clit throbbed and my pussy yearned desperately for more. Before long, I could tell t
hat the gusset of my panties was totally soaked through, and I guessed she was feeling the same way because I could feel the reverberations of her moans as we continued to kiss, faster and more passionately now, our breasts brushing, our eyes closed, our bodies trebling, as the music swirled dizzily around us.
I don’t know how long we stayed there making out – could have been a minute, or maybe just a few seconds – but in that moment it felt like time stood still. I just didn’t want it to end and neither did she. As her hands moved to my ass, urging me even closer towards her, I felt something odd – somethingbetween my legs – something hot and hard and thick, teasing at the damp fabric of my thong, sending fresh shivers through me.
Figuring it must be her hand, I reached down between my legs – not tostop her exactly, but just to maybe pause things and ask if she wanted to take this somewhere a little more private. But before I even broke the kiss to suggest it, my fingers touched against something very different.
My eyes flashed open in shock, as my fingers curled around what had to be the hard thick shaft of a cock, sliding down its hot throbbing length and then sure enough cupping a pair of big, full, silky smooth balls in my palm.
For a moment, I thought that some horny pervert was pushing his dick in between us, but as I looked down at where my hand was, to my total surprise I realized it was right beneath her skirt.
“Oh, that’s it, baby,” she moaned, in her soft, totally feminine voice, her eyes half closed in pleasure, her hot hard cock growing even harder in my hand. “Stroke me, just like that ...”
But instead of stroking her, I quickly let go, taking a step back, my mind flashing with confusion.
“Come on,” I said to Kelly, heading away from the bar in total shock, not even grabbing my drink.
“What? What is it?” Kelly called after me, following behind with our two drinks. “Bobbie? You okay?”
When we finally reached a slightly quieter corner of the club, I turned to face her, grabbing my drink from her hand and taking the biggest gulp, knocking practically the whole thing back in one.
“That was quite the show you put on!” she laughed. “Talk about getting hot and heavy. I didn’t think you were even into girls. Now I understand why you were so keen on coming to this place!”
“That’s just the thing,” I whispered back, my face flushing with heat. “Shewasn’t a girl, Kelly. She had a … you know.”
I couldn’t quite bring myself to say the word out loud, so I just nodded down at the place between my own legs.
“No way!” Kelly giggled. “She was a T-girl? Holy shit, she looked totally convincing!”
I smiled shyly, unsure why I’d even freaked out so much in the first place. I mean, it wasn’t like I was prejudiced against anyone – girls or guys or people who fall somewhere between the two, like that redhead back at the bar. I think I was just in shock.
“Come on,” Kelly said, taking my hand again once I’d calmed down a little, “Forget all that. Stop stressing out and let’s dance. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet the girl of your dreams!”
We spent the next hour or so laughing and dancing and drinking – just having a total blast. I felt kind of silly for the way I’d behaved, freaking out like that, and if I’m honest, I even a little disappointed that I hadn’t handled the situation better. After all, she was hot, and if she had a you-know-what between her legs, then in a way, wasn’t that even better? I mean, I’d only ever been with guys before, and sleeping with a t-girl might be a nice way of making the transition, if you know what I mean. I even found myself glancing around the heaving room of sweaty sexy bodies as we danced, trying to catch a glimpse of her familiar bright red hair, the memory of the way her thick cock and full silky balls felt in my fingers flashing through my head, turning me on despite myself.
But unfortunately she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Still, there were plenty of other gorgeous girls to check out, and the more we drank and danced, danced and drank, the more fixated I got about the idea of going home with someone this evening. I had my heart set on it, and I knew I would feel super crushed if it didn’t happen.
I’d even started to wonder if Kelly might be interested in fooling around. After all, I knew she’d had a few experiences with girls before, and she was looking super hot that evening. It was strange to be there, dancing with my best friend, but suddenly kinda checking her out too.
Her breasts were bigger than mine and suddenly I found myself wondering what it might feel like to cup them in my palms, to flick my tongues against her nipples – which I knew were darker and bigger than mine, from times in the past when she’d got changed in front of me – to feel them stiffen and pucker against my tongue.
I pushed myself a little closer against her, and she turned around and started grinding back into me. Okay, so this was maybe gonna be easier than I thought! I even started running my hands up and down her slender body, as we both moved in time to the fast, sexy beat of the music.
But just as I was taking the plunge to lean my head in and actually kiss her on the neck, I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder and heard a big, deep voice say, “You.”
“Huh?” I said, turning around to see what the hell was happening.
Standing before me was a gigantic, muscular black guy, dressed in a jet-black suit, obviously some kind of official.
“You,” he said again in that big booming voice, nodding down at me with a stern expression. By now, Kelly had stopped dancing too and both of us were just staring at him, confused.
For a moment, I even felt a flash of panic – like I’d done something seriously wrong, or maybe had been mistaken for somebody else.
“Hey, we’re just trying to have a good night,” I offered meekly, holding my palms up and backing away a little, “and if I’ve done something to …”
“You’ve been invited to the VIP room,” he interrupted, that stern face not showing even the faintest flicker of emotion.
“Oh my god, the VIP Room?” Kelly practically screamed in my ear. “That’s awesome! It must have been our dancing! Come on, let’s go!”
“No,” the security guy said, raising a hand to stop her in her tracks, as we both began to head towards the lit up doorway in the corner. “Not you, justher.”
And again his eyes rested on me.
“No thanks,” I replied immediately. “If my friend can’t come too, then I’m not interested.”
“Bobbie!” Kelly hissed beneath her breath, grabbing my arm and tugging me to one side for a moment. “I don’t think you realize. The VIP area is ….special. Lots of people would kill to get in there …”
“But I don’t care, Kel,” I shot back honestly. “If you can’t come in too, what’s the point?”
“The point,” she grinned, “is that you go in there, have a fun time, make some new friends, and who knows? Maybe next time we can both get inside. Come on, I want you to tell me all about it, at least. I’ve heard things can get pretty wild in that place!”
“Are you sure, Kel?” I asked, looking sadly back at her, wishing that both of us that had been invited.
“I’m positive,” she smiled back, taking my shoulders by both hands and turning me around. “Now you go in there and have an awesome time, okay? I’ll see you back at the dorm … That is if you don’t get lucky!”
And with that she marched me through the crowd, towards the entrance of the VIP Room …
I paused for a moment outside the doorway, feeling another flash of nerves. Was I really about to do this? To go into some exclusive VIP area on my own? After all, only a few hours ago, I hadn’t even set foot in an LGBT club, and now here I was being ushered into its most private back room? And what the heck did Kelly mean about things getting ‘pretty wild’ in there? Was I about to walk into some kind of orgy or something?
I shot a final nervous look over my shoulder at my best friend, who grinned excitedly back at me, then turned and stepped into the darkness alone.
I could hear faint music in the dista
nce – not the heavy, hard beat of the music from the main part of the club, but something different - something softer and sexier. I realized as I walked that I was in some kind of long corridor, lit only by the sparkling pathway at my feet, that provided a subtle incline, leading me up and away from the main room of the club.
As I walked, the heavy beat of the music behind me slowly faded away, replaced by the pounding of my own heart in my ears.
What if this was all some kind of practical joke? And who the hell had ‘chosen’ me, anyway?
After what felt like forever, I eventually found myself walking towards a second dimly lit doorway, which I assumed led me into the VIP area. As I reached it, an impossibly beautiful, tall blonde woman, dressed kind of like a futuristic airline hostess in a tight white dress, stepped out to greet me.
“Hey,” she purred, looking me up and down. “Come in!”
I couldn’t tell if she was just some friendly club-goer or if she worked here, but either way, her friendly manner put me immediately at ease. As she turned to lead me into the room, I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect ass as she walked. I just hoped to God I didn’t look too dowdy in comparison.
“You want a drink?” my guide asked me, as we reached the lit-up bar on the far wall. But I could hardly answer her; my attention was flitting from this way to that – my hungry eyes roving all around the room at the tons of gorgeous women here, each more beautiful than the last. No shit, it was like some Victoria’s Secret fashion show or something! And with another flash of excitement I realized that it was all women up here, not a single guy in sight!
“Oh, uh, thanks, that’d be great,” I stammered as I finally processed what my new friend had asked me. “Just a jack and coke, please.”
