Cinderella
Copyright 2008-2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. [email protected]
Cinderella - Book One
by T.S. Severe
Chapter Two
Hmmm…I giggled at my brand new thong and I actually tried to put it on backwards at first! Silly me. I thought the tag went in the back. It was silver and shiny and absolutely the tiniest bit of underwear I'd ever seen in my life. I wondered where Paul had bought it and my cock twitched at the thought of my fairy godmother.
I'd cum twice already that morning, but that didn't seem to matter in the least. My sexy little penis was just like my dark swollen nipples - Perpetually hard, or so it seemed, and putting on that flimsy bit of feminine spandex wasn't helping it. I pulled the thong up my impossibly long legs, trying to recall the many times I'd seen my wife Belinda getting ready for an evening out. She had a great many thongs in her lingerie drawer, other things too, and I thought maybe I'd have to pack an overnight bag before I left the house. I wasn't entirely sure I'd be coming back, if truth be told.
I pulled the stretchy material tight between the pale globes of my pert, round butt and it might have felt comfortable, except it didn't feel like I was wearing anything at all. I had a silver strand of spandex trying to cover my little pink butthole and that was it. The thong split my smooth scrotum which was completely hairless and buttery soft. I didn't have any pubic hair at all, actually, and I wondered why, but only briefly. I was busy trying to get my balls comfortable and finally decided it was just best to let my tests hang free, so to speak, one to the left and one to the right, with just that thin bit of thong pulled tightly between them. It was comfortable anyway and I thought it looked nice too.
At least the thong was large enough to hold my cock, or it would have been if my girlish penis wasn't so hard. That was a good word for it - girlish - and I'd never imagined such a thing before in my life, but there it was. My cock was just as pretty as the rest of me and it was getting wet too, as precum spilled from the tip in large, clear dollops to run down the shaft every now and again. I finally just kind of pointed it down and pulled my thong up and over it, nice and tight. I made a sexy little frowny face as I saw that I was tenting my panty something fierce and that just made me even more horny for some reason. I looked pretty hot like that in a strangely perverse way.
I mean, I was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen up close and personal, or even from a distance, I have to admit. My fairy godmother had done a serious job changing me from Robert into Cindy. I was five foot ten now, all of a hundred and twelve pounds according to the scale in our private bath, and while I didn't have a measuring tape handy, if I had to guess…Hmmm…I turned this way and that as I looked at myself in the mirror. Yeah, 36-20-34 I'd bet, and a perfect size two off the rack, as Paul had said. I hoped he was right, because I wasn't ever going to fit in my wife's clothes! She was pretty hot herself, but…
I caught myself playing with my nipples and I giggled and that was bad. Giggling I mean, because it sounded like I was cumming, kind of, a soft, sweet breathless sound that would have made poor Robert spill in his pants if he'd heard it. Except I was Robert. Except I wasn't. God! This could be a little confusing and I just had to remember to leave my nipples alone because they were like serious go buttons! Long and stiff, chocolate brown and swollen with the obscene desire to be kissed, suckled, and bitten. I wasn't ever going to get out of the house if I kept playing with my tits!
And get out was exactly what I had to do. If I was still here when Belinda got home, well, that would be sort of bad too. For a lot of reasons. I reached into the shopping bag Paul had brought for me and found my new dress. It was made of real silk and blue like my eyes, sort of a sexy-casual mini-dress thing that only a supermodel could hope to get away with. Mortal women, I thought, didn't wear clothes like this. I put it on easily enough, although I have to admit I couldn't reach the zipper. It was in the back, naturally, so I'd need some help with that.
"Stupid zipper," I sighed.
At least the spaghetti straps stayed on my shoulders, mostly, and so my dress stayed up, kinda, while I put on the shoes Paul had brought for me.
"Fuck me…" I breathed and those three inch stiletto heels looked rather intimidating.
The shoes were blue, like my dress, and I have no idea what they were made out of. Ostrich? Sting Ray? Whatever it was, I liked it a lot. They were surprisingly comfortable too and easy to walk around in, once I had the tiny ankle straps buckled. I felt like I was walking tip-toe, sort of, on stilts too, and I'd never worn a pair of women's shoes before in my life. I was wearing them now though and it was like I'd been born to wear high heels.
Doubtless another gift from my fairy godmother, an instinctive talent for wearing fuck me pumps. I wouldn't have put it past him. I wished he'd given me some skill with makeup though.
Makeup? I blinked at myself as I leaned close to the mirror. I was pretty amazingly gorgeous all by myself, but my wife did have quite the assortment of cosmetics to choose from. Unfortunately, it turns out that putting on makeup is a lot harder than it looks. Even the Moisture Rich Crimson Passion Super Gloss lipstick was kicking my ass for ten minutes before I got it right. After that I was afraid to try something really complicated like eye shadow. I settled for a bit of Chanel #5 just below my ears.
I didn't brush my hair either, although I could have. I had long, thick luxurious black hair and it looked like I'd just been seriously fucked…In a beauty salon. I mean, it looked deliberately confused, you know? Like that was exactly how it was supposed to look. All wavy and a bit tangled and sort of falling around my face, cascading over my delicate shoulders. My hair was obscenely sexy, much like the rest of me, and I'd never really believed that a hair style could make a statement, but now I knew better. My hair was telling the world that I'd just fallen out of bed and wanted to fall into another one…Right now!
When I stepped back and took a good look at myself, I wanted to get undressed and do it all again!
But I didn't. I found my wife's closet and a black leather purse that had probably cost more than the expedition to kill the alligator that it had come from. She didn't have a blue one, so black would have to do. I stole my wife's perfume, that little bottle of Chanel, because it really smelled good on me for some reason, and some lipstick and assorted cosmetics. I grabbed a hair brush and a cute little compact with a mirror and some kind of peach smelling baby powder inside it. I wasn't sure what it was for, but it felt nice dabbing a bit on the tops of my breasts with the soft little pad that was in it.
I grabbed my old wallet, my celphone, my checkbook…Hmmm…I looked around. Car keys! That was kind of a biggie. That was about it, I thought, and I was just reaching for the bedroom door when I remembered the safe. What was I thinking? I couldn't go out like this! I giggled again and my nipples throbbed at the sound as I spun the dial on the safe. It was in my closet, embedded in the floor and cleverly hidden under the carpet. Theoretically.
Passport? Useless.
Marriage contract? Bah!
Birth certificates, college transcripts, insurance policies, tax returns, all the assorted paperwork that was so important to Robert, but meant very little to Cindy. It was all useless now.
…Ah! My little black book! The Soledad accounts. I'd need that. An envelope with about $1200 dollars cash in it, which had been $5000 once, but being married to Belinda was expensive and how much emergency money did we really need? I was regretting my lack of resolve about then, believe me. But it was better than the eighty bucks in my wallet! And…My wife's jewelry box!
I had to get my ears pierced, I decided. Those two carat diamond studs would look great in my ears. Two carats each, I should point out, because they'd cost me a year's worth of student loans back in college. I think I was still paying for those stupid earrings. At least I could wear her tennis bracelet right away, the good one, because Belinda had two of them. She was wearing the diamond one, of course, but the emerald bracelet had cost four times as much, easily. I'd blown a solid two month's salary on it less than six weeks ago for our first anniversary. It was exquisite and I held out my arm, turning it this way and that so I could admire all those rare green stones as they glittered on my thin wrist. Fifteen grand for a bracelet? I smiled to myself, oh yeah. And worth every penny!
Oh! Belinda's engagement ring! I'd wondered where that went. She'd stopped wearing it, along with her wedding band, I'd noticed somewhat unhappily. My wife claimed that she needed to get them resized. Like she'd gained weight or something? Yeah right. Well, she could keep her wedding band, but that big old diamond, three carats of de Beer's finest, looked pretty darn good on my left hand! A little loose maybe and I frowned at that, but I could always get it resized, I thought with a giggle.
Heh! My wife was going to be so pissed! I dumped the rest of her jewelry into my purse. Assorted rings of lesser value, the ones she didn't wear so often. Her pearl necklace. Some gold earrings and assorted bangles. I'd forgotten just how much jewelry the woman had, considering she kept another jewelry box on her dresser for her ordinary and everyday fashion needs. Belinda had inherited a lot of jewelry after her mother's death, and of course all her boyfriends had spoiled the slut. Her daddy too. Heh! I grabbed her 18 karat, diamond studded Rolex. Another gift from her father. The one he'd given her for duping me to the altar, but I did need a watch and…Shoot! It was getting later and later and I'd been playing dress-up in Belinda's treasure chest!
I had to go! I grabbed my passport before closing the safe, just in case Robert had to flee the country…That would be a wonderful excuse, wouldn't it? He could be anywhere!
"Uh…Hi!" I smiled at Rita, our maid, and she stared at me from behind the breakfast counter in the kitchen.
"Who are you? Where's Mr. Patterson?" she asked me and the woman was naturally suspicious. She'd seen me sucking off Paul earlier, or at least on my knees afterwards, dripping sperm from my chin as he'd zipped himself up.
"Oh? He's…sleeping." I gave her a tiny shrug. "I kind of…wore him out." I giggled and blushed and generally tried to make the woman think I'd fucked her employer's lights out. "I really have to get going, do you think you could, um…zip me up?"
"What?" Rita blinked at me.
"Back here…" I turned around and fixed the straps on my shoulders as I realized my tits were practically falling out of my dress. "The zipper? I can't reach it."
She wasn't too happy about it, but Rita did as I asked, and that was much better. The dress was tight now, the silk hugging my tits and tummy nicely, showing off my hard nipples, but what could I do about that? I didn't have a bra and even if I did, it would have spoiled the dress completely!
"Thanks!" I gave Rita a genuine smile, but she was looking at my new jewelry.
"Why are you wearing Mrs. Patterson's watch?" Rita asked, as if I could possibly have a reasonable answer to that!
"Robert gave it to me!" I giggled. "Isn't he just the sweetest?"
"He did?" The woman blinked at me.
"Such a huge cock too!" I whispered, rolling my eyes and giggling again. "Oh my God! The things that man did to me last night!"
"Wha-What?" Rita was turning even darker than she usually was.
"I better run." I gave her a little wave with my fingertips. "Toodles!"
I figured I had about ten minutes before she called the police. Rita was a good maid and I liked her, but she knew who buttered her toast and it wasn't Robert. Belinda had hired her and Belinda would fire her, especially when my wife found her husband missing along with every piece of decent jewelry she owned…Except for her wedding ring, of course. I'd left that on her cold pillow.
What would the police do though? Look for me or look for Robert? Rita would say I'd taken the jewelry, but she'd also admit that I'd said Robert had given it to me. Robert and Belinda were the only ones who knew the combination to the safe, so he must have opened it. Belinda was cheating too. Rita knew it and she'd tell that to the police as well. The woman was scrupulous and more catholic than the Pope, which was why my wife had hired her. Because Rita was scrupulous, I mean. Belinda was Jewish, supposedly. Anyway, Rita couldn't have thought much of Belinda breaking her marriage vows, I knew that much.
So the police would investigate and Rita would talk and in the end, Robert had run off with some beautiful underwear model named Cindy. That was the logical conclusion. And the best part? Robert hadn't really stolen anything. The jewelry was all insured under his name! Belinda hated all that paperwork stuff. Robert legally owned his wife's jewelry and could do whatever he wanted with it! He'd given it to me, I smiled, and nobody could say otherwise, could they? Except I really didn't want to have to answer any sticky questions if the police happened to find me.
Like, "Where did you dump his body after you killed him?" questions, because Robert just wasn't going to turn up while Cindy was around.
Ouch! That made me feel sort of nervous and I glanced at the speedometer, making sure I was five miles under the limit. I couldn't afford to get pulled over, especially since I was driving Robert's BMW. I couldn't afford much of anything really, not that money was a big problem for the moment, but I mean in general. A person takes a lot for granted until he loses it. Like whom a man is…or a woman, I should say. I was Cindy and she wasn't anybody. She wasn't a driver's license or a bank account, she wasn't even a set of fingerprints. She didn't exist, and while that might be kind of nice for some people to imagine, the reality of it was a little worrisome.
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"Hi!" A cute girl named Shelly was sitting behind her desk and smiling at me. She was barely out of high school and all kinds of blonde. "Can I help you?"
"Hi," I smiled back at her. "I was wondering if I could speak with Gloria."
I was also wondering why I didn't find Shelly as attractive as I had two weeks previously. My cock was only semi-hard in my thong, and that was just because I was me. When Robert had stopped by the office to hire an investigator, little Shelly the receptionist had lit a serious fire in his balls. Not that Robert would have actually said or done anything, of course not, but the interest had been there and now…Shelly was just a cute girl, I thought.
I frowned inwardly at that news. It would have been pretty cool to be a lesbian, but when I tried to imagine licking Shelly's pussy…Ugh! That seemed sorta gross. And putting my swollen cocky inside her? No way! That had as much appeal for me as Robert would have found in the idea of sticking his manly prick up some longshoreman's ass! I wasn't any more bisexual as a girl than I'd been as a boy, but dammit! Lesbians were hot! I wanted to be one, since I was a woman now…Sorta.
"Are you interested in hiring a private investigator?" Shelly asked me, as if I'd be there for any other reason, and I nodded. "Okay, well…I'll check with Gloria and if you could fill this out for me…" she handed me a clipboard with a pen dangling from a frayed string, "…we'll get you started."
I was already familiar with the questionnaire and I sat down and started filling in the blanks. There was nothing very personal on it, just routine questions so that Shelly could start a case file, I suppose. Gloria was a genuine private investigator and it was a serious business, nothing at all like the shady sort of Sam Spade operation I'd seen in movies and read in stories growing up. But a shady Sam Spade type guy was exactly what I needed and I wasn't really looking to hire Gloria, I just wanted a good lead on the sort of person that could help me out.
Hmmm…Name, last, first, middle initial? Archer, Cindy Q. although I had no idea what the Q might stand for. Quant? Didn't she invent the miniskirt? How the hell did I know that? I frowned and took solace in the fact that I could have been wrong. But I doubted it. A girl like me wouldn't be able to balance her checkbook, but give me Fashion for $500 Alex and I was good to go! Or maybe I just wanted to believe that as some part of me was still clinging to my former life. I'd had no idea I was such a chauvinist!
Birth date? Uh…Today? That wouldn't do. How old was I anyway? I mean, Robert was twenty-six, but there was no way I looked even that old. Twenty-one, I thought and "February 14th…" I decided out loud. Valentine's Day, why not?
I was still trying to come up with a good address when Shelly told me I could see Gloria and I promised to finish her little questionnaire later.
"Oh…" Gloria blinked at me as I was ushered into her office and she gave me a look up and down that was unmistakable. At least she didn't have any problems with being lesbian, I thought, and I really wouldn't have guessed that about her. But it did explain the blonde hottie answering her phones and I wondered if that was all Shelly did for her employer.
"Ms. Archer…" Shelly said to Gloria and I caught the tone in her voice. Shelly, wasn't impressed with Gloria's reaction to me and wanted to let the woman know. Yeah, that little girl probably spent her lunch hours under Gloria's desk and once again I wondered why I couldn't at least be bisexual.
"Call me Cindy," I smiled and Shelly closed the door as she left us with a loud click.
Gloria wasn't a bad looking woman. She was handsome, that's a good word. An older woman, somewhere in her late thirties, and blessed with an attractive maturity. Shoulder length hair, brown and pinned up, brown eyes and a friendly smile to go with her strong jaw. She looked like a no-nonsense sort of person and I'd found her professionalism reassuring as Robert. I hoped it would help me as Cindy now.
"Okaaaay…Cindy," Gloria nodded and sat up a little straighter behind her desk, gesturing to one of the chair in front of it. "Have a seat, um…Do you want some coffee or…"
"No. That's okay." I wrinkled my pert little nose at her and sat down, crossing my legs high at the thighs and smoothing my dress just like I'd seen a thousand other women do a thousand times before. I hoped.
"What, uh…What can I do for you?" Gloria was staring at my tits and my swollen nipples were unmistakable, but I couldn't do anything about that.
"This is going to sound strange," I told her slowly. "But I'm looking for someone who can…How should I say it?…Make me a new person."
"I'm sorry?" Gloria tore her eyes off my breasts. "I don't understand."
"Well, see…" I rolled my eyes and sort of shimmied my shoulders and made a soft clucking sound with my tongue, as if I was about to admit something embarrassing for the hundredth time. "I have a husband, my ex-husband, and he's so jealous! He won't let me go," I shook my head sadly. "I tried calling the police and getting restraining orders. I even moved a dozen times, but he follows me everywhere I go. He stalks me, you know? He doesn't hurt me, but he opens my mail and breaks into my apartment to see what I've been up to. He follows me around…"
"I see," Gloria cleared her throat and I thought she found my story plausible, considering my appearance. Why would a guy ever want to let a girl like me go?
"…It's terrible!" I continued. "I really don't know what to do anymore and I'm afraid that if I don't get away this time, well…I'm running out of new cities, you know?"
"Okay," Gloria nodded. "So, uh…what are you looking for…exactly?"
"This is going to sound crazy, but…" I giggled and Gloria swallowed hard at the sound, "…I heard about that Witness Protection Program the government has, and…"
"You want to get into Witness Protection?" Gloria smiled at me and I rolled my eyes playfully, like I wasn't really that silly.
"No! No…See, I just want to get a new identity. A brand new one too, not just changing my name or something. I want to change everything and be a whole new person!"
"Ah…" Gloria gave a little shake of her head. "I, uh…I'm an investigator. If you want me to find out about your husband and…"
"Ex-husband," I nodded.
"Right, ex-husband, sorry." Gloria licked her lips and I leaned close, widening my big blue eyes just for her.
"I'm so desperate," I said softly, pulling some wild black hair out of my eyes. "I just want to feel safe again. That's all. I don't need to know about him, I just need to get away from the guy, you know?"
I bit my bottom lip and sat back in my chair again, uncrossing my legs slowly. I took a deep breath and put my palms on my thighs, stroking my legs and lifting my skit just an inch, maybe two and that was plenty high enough. It wasn't all that much of a dress anyway.
"Yeah…" Gloria was leaning forward now, like I was pulling her over the desk and she watched my hands intently for a second before looking back up into my face. "I mean, well…I don't know about that sort of thing specifically, but…Maybe, I might…"
"Know someone?" I suggested with a shy smile. "Someone who can help me?
"Yeah," she agreed. "I know some…people…"
"I'll make it worthwhile," I promised the woman. "I can pay you for helping me or…something…"
"Ahhh…" Gloria blushed slightly and I knew she was interested in the 'something' more than any money I might pay as a finder's fee to set up an introduction.
"Just name your price!" I giggled softly and that breathless sound was going to break her heart. She was finding me as irresistible as I'd found myself earlier, which sounds strange, but it was true nonetheless. Gloria wasn't so different from any other red-blooded guy, except she was a woman, and we both knew I owned her now.
"Dinner?" Gloria suggested with a lick of her lips.
"Hmmm?" I played innocent, even a little surprised by the idea as I narrowed my eyes and pursed my puffy lips.
"I mean, ah…just…I'll arrange a meeting for tonight and we can have dinner…the three of us…I mean…" Gloria frowned and collected her wits. "I know a man who might be able to help you. That's what I meant."
"Oh!" I smiled brightly and nodded my head. "Good. For a second there I thought…" I giggled again, "…well, you don't want to know what I thought!"
"Oh." Gloria swallowed thickly and tried to smile around her embarrassment. "No, I'm sorry…I…No…"
"So, dinner tonight?" I reminded her.
"Right, yeah…Um, how well do you know the city?" she wondered and I had to pretend like I was new, so I ended up leaning over Gloria's desk while she drew a little map for me. It was a slow process because the woman's nose was practically buried between my tits as they threatened to pop out of my dress.
"Okay. Great," I nodded a few minutes later. "I'll see you tonight. Oh…How should I dress? Is this okay?"
It was a little payback for all the teasing I'd been doing and Gloria deserved it. I was standing up and striking a bit of a pose, inviting the woman to take a long, unabashed look at me. She did too, swallowing me up with her soft brown eyes for half a minute before she nodded and agreed that my outfit was fine. But she'd probably forgotten the original question because I knew where we were going to meet and it was on the edge of the wrong side of town. The bad side and I didn't think I'd want to go there dressed to the nines!
"Oh! Finished so soon?" Shelly asked me as I left Gloria's office and the girl was smiling, but it was a catty look and I was getting my first lesson in female diplomacy and sexual politics.
"Yeah," I sighed theatrically. "But you don't have to worry; I think Gloria's going to have you working through lunch."
About then the intercom on Shelly's desk came to life.
"Shelly? Can you come in here for a few minutes?" Gloria's tinny voice asked through the speaker.
"Oops! I guess lunch is coming early for you today!" I giggled at the blonde girl and she pouted, but I don't know why. She was going to have fun.
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"Careful," I sang softly, smiling and rolling my eyes as some guy walked into a parked car. I was getting good at that. Rolling my eyes, I mean, and stopping traffic.
There'd been a few accidents happening as I walked along the busy downtown streets, I noticed. Nearly every man who happened to catch a glimpse of me did a double-take. A triple-take some of them, and I was worried about whiplash. I didn't want to be sued, you know! The chiropractors were going to be busy next week.
I'm sure other women have had the same experience. I'd certainly had my head turned by sexy women before, when I was still Robert. I'd even seen one or two that caused me to forget where I was and what I was doing, momentarily at least. So I could understand what was going on and even appreciate the compliment that I was being paid by those hapless men, some of them paying at great risk to their health, like. the man walking into the parked car. Ouch! He'd taken a bumper right to the left knee cap, it looked like.
It was a real confidence builder, let me tell you, and with nothing but time to kill until my dinner date with Gloria and whoever it was she was going to find to help me…Confidence building was sorta fun! Actually, I did have things to do, but I wasn't sure how to go about it. I'd ditched Robert's car, knowing I wouldn't be able to drive it for much longer. I needed a new wardrobe and more importantly, I needed a place to keep it. Without credit cards though, it wasn't going to be easy finding a place to stay. Unless I went across the tracks maybe, but the idea of walking around the bad part of town with about thirty grand in jewelry on display seemed like a really bad idea. Even if I took everything off and put it in my purse, I was going to draw way too much attention to myself. Was it possible to be too attractive? I was beginning to think so.
"Help Wanted." I read the sign and looked at the dark glass windows that reflected me and a couple guys staring at my ass. They'd sort of been following me around, but they were harmless. Brokers on their lunch break and I was getting a little hungry myself. But the idea of finding a job had been in my head all morning, if only because I'd always had one. Ever since my first paper route at fourteen, I'd been working somewhere. It felt strange to be unemployed suddenly and I didn't like it very much.
The Brookline Members Club wouldn't be my first choice in any reasonable job search, being an upscale strip club catering to lawyers, business executives, and brokers like the ones behind me. I'd been in there a few times, largely at my father-in-law's insistence, and the atmosphere was reserved and the entertainment anything but. I wondered if Baron Carlisle was in there right now. He very well could be and if he wasn't, he would be that afternoon. The man was single and lonely, although there were always rumors of a mistress. I had my doubts about that, however. If he was keeping a woman on the side, my father-in-law had kept it a secret from Belinda, which was probably natural, but difficult as well.
That was one thing about Belinda and her father - they were very close to each other. I knew Belinda had no secrets from him, not even Bad Daddy, her gang-banger black boyfriend. I didn't know it for a fact, but I was sure Belinda's real daddy knew all about their little love affair. Hell, I thought, he probably endorsed it. He certainly never tried to stem the woman's slutty behavior and the one time we spoke of it, Baron had seemed rather proud of his little girl.
"You're going to have your hands full with her, son," Baron had told me over scotch in his den. "My little girl loves men and that's a fact. I caught Belinda when she was twelve, trying to make a baby with the gardener. That's what she told me too, a week after her first period. She wanted a chocolate colored baby, silly girl." He'd chuckled then. "Of course I put her on birth control pills the next day. The doctor told her they were special vitamins to make her titties grow faster. Hey, it was better than firing a perfectly good gardener, right? Daughters, God love ‘em…Drink up, son. You look a little pale. Ha Ha Ha…"
"Yeah, ha ha ha…" I frowned at the memory and pushed open the smoked glass door.
"Good afternoon. Welcome to the Broo…Oh!…Hello, I'm Ray." The guy who checked ID's was big and handsome and making my cock harden in my panties the way girls like Shelly used to. "Welcome to the Brookline Club, are you a member or a guest?"
He was smooth and what great teeth! That guy could really smile! Nice dresser too. He was wearing a well-tailored two piece suit, like Armani maybe, without a tie, just an open collar white dress shirt underneath the jacket. It was casual sexy and a look I was going for in a big way. Like someone had thrown a switch and my tummy was doing somersaults. He had short brown hair and lively brown eyes, even beneath the relatively soft lighting that the club preferred. Muscles too, real ones, and a confidence that just made me feel warm all over. Wow!
"Hey Ray," I said softly with a lick of my lips. "I was just walking by and I saw the sign in the window." I smiled in a light, care-free sort of way. "What kind of help are you looking for?"
I bit my bottom lip and dropped my eyes to his crotch for a second, long enough to let him know what I was thinking. If he needed any help down there, I was going to be his girl. I was horny as hell right then too, it wasn't just fooling around like with Gloria, this was the real deal. I might have wondered if my fairy godmother had turned me into a nympho or something, but I hadn't felt this way with any of the other men I'd seen. Just this one…Although I had to admit he was a lot hunkier than those other guys too. Ray was pretty hot and he knew it.
"Well, the club is always looking for dancers," Ray lowered his voice and he had a little podium right there, so he leaned on it and drew me closer with a smile and jerk of his head. "But, uh…I've been looking for you."
"Really?" I giggled and turned on my hips slightly, putting my hands behind my butt like a little girl. "All your life…or just today?"
"Shit," he breathed. "All my life, baby. What's your name?"
"Cindy," I told him, tossing my head to get some black hair out of my eyes. "But you can call me anytime."
"Heh!" Ray shook his head and looked me up and down slowly. "Fuck. You're hot, you know that, Cindy?"
"You keep talking dirty like that and I'm gonna get even hotter," I told him in a low voice, drawing him closer to me. "And then what am I gonna do?"
"Whatever you want," Ray chuckled. "I'm not going to stop you."
"Yeah?" I leaned close so I could whisper in his ear. "What if I want to do this?" I gave his left ear a tiny lick with the tip of my tongue and my right hand was pressed against his cock, obviously swollen beneath his trousers.
"You do that and I'm going to fuck your brains out," Ray whispered back. "Bend you over right here, you want that?"
"Mmmm…" I giggled and I could feel the shape of his dick, a nice sized one too. I was practically jerking the guy off through his clothes. "You're talking dirty again. Don't you want me to suck it first…or can't you wait?"
"Ummm…Fuck." Ray glanced around the club and he was breathing harder, his cock throbbing beneath my small hand as I played with it. He was as hot as I was and I was getting desperate; another minute or two of this and I really would be on my knees for him.
"Ray? Everything okay here?" a man was suddenly interrupting us and I let go of Ray's cock quickly, turning my head and smiling.
"Yeah, uh…Mr. Goldman, um…This is, Cindy…" Ray cleared his throat and stood up straight again.
"Is she?" Mr. Goldman had been smiling at me before, but now he was really happy. "I'm Harry Goldman, one of the shift managers. It's very nice to meet you…Cindy is it?"
"Hi," I nodded as he took my right hand in both of his. He had sweaty palms and it wasn't very comfortable. "Yeah, Cindy Archer. Ray was just, uh…telling me about the club."
"She's looking for a job, Mr. Goldman," Ray offered helpfully, but the other man didn't even look at him.
"Are you?" Mr. Goldman was balding up top and his head gleamed with sweat and his face looked a little red. He was trying so hard to remain calm. I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack or a stroke or something, and he still hadn't let go of my hand.
"Uh, yeah," I shrugged. "I wanted to check it out and, you know…"
"Well, why don't we go to my office, Cindy?" Mr. Goldman finally let go of my hand, gesturing with a sweep of his arm towards the club itself. "We can discuss your, uhhh…qualifications…in private."
"Oh, sure. I guess." I glanced at Ray and he looked rather unhappy that his boss had shown up. I could only give him a shrug and an apologetic look before walking away.
"I'll give you half your tips and drinks," Mr. Goldman said as soon as his door was closed. "You keep twenty-five percent for private dances. Table dances are sixty dollars, lap dances are a hundred. Anything else you want to do is between you and the customer, but the club gets half and if anybody asks, we don't encourage or allow anything else and you'll have to sign for that. Know what I mean?"
He said all that in a rush and seemed to think it was a generous offer, but I had no idea if it was or not. I pretended to think about it while I looked around his office, putting my purse on his desk.
It was upstairs, with windows looking down on the club. Kind of a large office, I suppose, with a desk and some furniture. A comfy sofa, big and red with overstuffed leather pillows, dominated the room and I wondered how many girls had been interviewed on it. Wood paneling with a bookcase and pictures on the walls, large poster-sized photos of beautiful women, dancers who worked at the club, and they were framed and autographed. It was a little brighter in there than it had been downstairs and Mr. Goldman was definitely excited and he was leaning his bulk against the door like he was guarding it.
"I think I get it," I smiled at him. "So I can give a customer a blowjob for a hundred and keep fifty?" I asked and the man was nodding happily. "But if the guy's a cop and I get busted, then…"
"Then we have an agreement that you signed, promising not to do that sort of thing," Mr. Goldman answered quickly. "But don't worry, we'll take care of you, Cindy. We have some great fuckin' lawyers!"
"Hmmm…" I smiled at that. "I bet you do," I nodded and gave Harry a knee-buckling giggle. "Members of the club, huh? I bet they love getting their cocks sucked too, don't they?"
"Ohhh…" Harry closed his eyes for a second and took slow, shallow breaths.
"How much do you think I could make here in a day?" I asked him. "I mean, usually…on average."
"For a girl like you?" Mr. Goldman looked me up and down and licked his lips. "Depends on what you want to do…"
"And how many lawyers there are, right?" I stuck out the tip of my tongue. "Let's say I like to do everything, what do you think?"
"Everything?" the man breathed and I nodded slowly, sliding both hands down my tummy to my hips and then my thighs.
"Anything at all." I pursed my lips into a small kiss and looked at him.
"Um…I don't know, uh…Five…Six hundred dollars…Maybe…"
"Aw," I pouted and my fingers were touching my bare thighs beneath the short hem of my skirt and I pulled them back up, dragging the clingy material up with them. "That doesn't sound like very much for a whole day, Mr. Goldman."
"It…doesn't?" The man stuck a finger inside his collar to loosen it a bit. He looked rather uncomfortable in his suit and I reached for his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders slowly.
"Not to me," I sighed sadly and with my dress still bunched up, I was almost exposing my thong which was very damp now. My little cocky had been leaking a lot of precum while I'd been flirting with Ray. "How much would you pay," I asked the man gently, "to make me do anything you want me to?"
"Uhhh…" he swallowed hard as his jacket hit the floor and my nipples were burning through my dress. My horny penis was growing stiff once more and trying to rise against the tight spandex that held it in place.
"I'll suck your cock right now for a hundred dollars," I promised him. "You can cum in my mouth. I like it. Or you can cum on my face if you want. Do you want to cum all over my pretty face for a hundred dollars?"
"Oh yeah…" Mr. Goldman nodded quickly as I took a step closer. He wasn't terribly attractive to me, but he was a man and I could practically smell his swollen prick and sperm filled balls. Maybe I really was a nymphomaniac.
"I bet you'd love to fuck me too, wouldn't you?" I asked him softly, licking my lips and nodding. "Do you want to stick your big hard cock inside me? I bet you fuck all the girls here, don't you? That's what you're thinking. Why do you have to pay for me, when you have all those other girls right downstairs?"
"I, um…No…I don't do that, uh…" he blinked at me and maybe he was even telling the truth, I didn't know or care.
"I do." I giggled again and I was standing right in front of him. "For three hundred dollars, I'll let you fuck me in the ass."
"You…will?" Mr. Goldman drew a ragged breath and I nodded slowly.
"Uh-huh," I whispered. "Bareback…I'll let you cum inside my ass, if you want to."
"I do…Yeah…I want to…" He lifted his arms like he was going to grab me, but I stopped him with a small pout.
"Uh-uh…" I shook my head. "Do you have three hundred dollars?"
"Wha-What? Oh…um…I don't know…" He was reaching for his wallet and I laughed at him, drawing a curious stare as he froze with his wallet half open.
"You don't have to pay me," I said, pushing his wallet down with my hand. "Not if I'm going to work for you, right?"
"Oh, but I thought…" he smiled and if his face hadn't already been red with excitement I think he would have blushed with embarrassment.
"I just wanted to show you my qualifications," I said, bringing my left hand to the front of his trousers and I felt the distinctive lump of his erection straining for freedom.
"Yeah, you…you're qualified, Cindy," Mr. Goldman agreed.
"Good." I stuck my tongue out at him. "Now, get on your knees…I want you to lick me first. Get me ready for that big, hard cock of yours, okay?"
"Oh, yeah…" Mr. Goldman moved quickly when he had to and I giggled as the big man dropped to his knees on the carpet in front of me.
"Hmmm…Good boy! I'm gonna like working for you," I said as I stroked his sweaty bald head. "Reach under my skirt and pull down my panties for me…Slowly…Sloooowly…"
I stared at the man, feeling a rush of excitement as he did precisely what I told him to. He couldn't see what he was doing, but he found my thong with his fingers and inched them down my thighs, tugging the stretchy material from between my ass cheeks until he could slide them all the way down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, bracing myself with my hands on his thick shoulders.
"See?" I whispered. ‘You got me so wet already. Do my panties smell good?"
"Yeah, Cindy…" Mr. Goldman sighed as he held my thong to his nose, inhaling the musky scent of my little cock and balls.
"Taste them," I urged the man. "Use your tongue. Do my wet panties taste good?"
"Hmmm…" He pushed out his wide red tongue and spread my thong in his hands, licking at the inside of it where my hard little cocky had been spilling precum for most of the morning. Mr. Goldman didn't know about my little secret though…Not yet.
"Oh, you nasty man!" I giggled. "You like that, huh? Licking my juices off my panties? Don't you want to taste the real thing now?"
"Yesssss…" he breathed and I put my hands on his head gently, caressing his scalp with my fingers.
"Lift up my dress," I whispered. "I want you to lick me nice and make me cum now…That's it…Oh…Almost there…"
"Oh!" The man's eyes got big and his mouth was open in a big round 'O' of surprise when I pulled Mr. Goldman forward and impaled his florid face on my hard little cock.
"Ah!" I gasped as I felt his mouth warm and wet and his tongue wriggling beneath my sensitive penis. He resisted me, but only for a few seconds and then Mr. Goldman was sucking my girlish cock like there was no tomorrow. I grinned as his big sweaty hands moved up the back of my thighs and grabbed my ass. He squeezed me hard and pulled me even deeper into his mouth than I already was and I wasn't holding his head anymore. I didn't have to.
"That's a good boy," I breathed, stroking his head and shoulders and looking down at him. "Suck it for me. Make me feel good now…Oh! You've done this before, I think!"
"Nmmph…" He tried to shake his head to deny it and I giggled.
"Use your tongue. Oh, fuck yeah! Suck my cock for me. We're going to do this a lot, Mr. Goldman," I told him. "Everyday, I think. You're going to love my cock, aren't you? Suck it for me…Ummm…God! That feels so good!"
I was pumping his soft mouth with my hips, watching as my hard cock slid in and out of the man's tight lips. All five inches of my penis were straining with release and my sexy balls were slapping his weak chin. It felt wonderful and even if he wasn't the most handsome guy in the world, I really did need to cum. My balls were actually aching for release and this wasn't going to take very long at all. I held his head tight and just fucked Mr. Goldman's face, enjoying the occasional gagging and coughing sounds the man made around my dick.
"Ah! Fuck yessss…Good boy…Suck it, bitch!" I giggled, feeling a little giddy now that I was finally getting some sex. "That's it. You're my bitch now, huh? Use your tongue…Play with my balls too…Yeah…Oh fuck yeah…"
I was whispering encouragement, if you could call it that, and Mr. Goldman was caressing my hairless balls in his large fist. He was surprisingly gentle and it felt really good the way he'd tug at my scrotum, drawing the silky skin taut while he nursed on my cock. I was on the edge and arching my back, moaning softly and trying to warn the man in a breathless voice that I was going to cum.
Whether or not Mr. Goldman understood what I was saying didn't really matter to me. Soon enough my cock spasmed hard between his lips and a hot flood of my girlish sperm filled the man's eager mouth. I was begging him to swallow it and even forcing him perhaps. I had a firm grip on his head and I pulled him all the way down on my spurting cock. Some cum spilled from the corners of his mouth, but he had very little choice but to swallow my creamy load. I could feel his jaw working, his tongue beneath the throbbing shaft, and those soft muscles in his throat pulling my cum down to his stomach. Oh yeah, Mr. Goldman was swallowing every drop he could get.
"Mmmmm, you're a good cocksucker, Mr. Goldman." I smiled and pulled my cock from his still sucking mouth with a soft, wet plop. "Don't forget…" SLAP! I smacked his cheeks with my wet cock. "…Everyday from now on, first thing…" SLAP! "What are you going to do?" SLAP! I giggled as I left cummy stains on his face.
"Suck your cock," he answered softly, red faced and huffing like a little steam engine.
"And?" I asked, wiping my wet dick on the bald spot at the top of his head.
"Um…Swallow your cum?" he offered from his knees and I nodded happily.
"Good boy!" I said, rewarding him with a caress of my fingernails across his sweaty brow. "I want to be paid in cash everyday. I'll start tomorrow. What time should I be here?"
"Uh…oh, ten-thirty," he cleared his throat and watched me pull up my thong slowly. "We, uh…We open at eleven for lunch, so…"
"So, I'll be here at ten-thirty then," I nodded, smoothing my dress down my thighs as I'd tucked my still semi-hard cocky away for the moment. "Hey, you think I could get a drink or something? A little lunch maybe?"
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"Chivas," I told the bartender, a good looking guy named Eric who was under orders from Mr. Goldman to make me happy. "Make it a double."
"Rocks?" Eric asked, putting a napkin on the bar in front of me.
"Straight up, baby." I gave him a grin. "I like it hard and smooth."
"I got ya," he chuckled. "So you're gonna be working here?"
"Yeah," I shrugged. "I guess, until something better comes along. Is it always this slow?"
The club was nearly empty except for a dozen businessmen sitting around the stage in small groups. A stunning red head was dancing to some Avril Lavigne song and a couple girls were running drinks, a couple sitting with some of the customers. They were all beautiful, obviously, as this was an upscale place and none of those girls could have been older than twenty-five probably. I was going to fit right in, even if I did have a little something extra that they didn't. My sexy little cock hadn't mattered to Mr. Goldman at all once he'd gotten a taste of it and I found that a little funny.
A little strange too maybe.
"Sometimes," Eric said, putting my drink down in front of me. "It's up and down, but after the lunchtime rush, yeah, it's usually quiet for an hour or two and then it gets real busy later."
"Cool," I nodded and took a healthy swallow of my scotch and just about died. I coughed hard and my eyes watered.
"Whoa! Slow down," Eric said and he quickly poured me a glass of water. "Here…A little chaser never hurts."
"Thanks," I gasped and I realized that Cindy wasn't used to alcohol at all and that was very weird. I loved scotch…or I used to. Now it was like drinking gasoline.
"So, not to be rude or anything, but…what are you doing working here?" Eric asked me, waiting patiently until I'd recovered.
"What do you mean?" I blinked at some small tears and reached for the napkin Eric was holding out for me.
"I mean, a girl like you…" He gave me a serious look and liked what he saw. "You oughta be working in Vegas or someplace. Out in Hollywood. Modeling or acting…Something."
"Heh," I grinned at that.
"I'm serious," he told me. "I'm not trying to pick you up, Cindy. You're way too fine for this gig."
"Thanks," I held up my scotch again, giving his compliment a salute before I took a very tiny sip. The alcohol still burned, but it was a little better and I needed it.
"Hey, buddy. Get a Michelob?" a man said and I blinked, turning my head quickly.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, showing my obvious surprise.
"Hmmm…Cindy." Paul smiled at me as he sat on the stool next to mine. "You look good in that dress."
"What? Oh…Yeah." I glanced down at myself.
"How's that thing working out?" Paul asked, smiling as Eric delivered his beer. My fairy godmother ignored the glass and picked up the bottle. "With your wife, I mean."
"My wife?" I laughed and glanced at Eric, who gave me a curious smile before deciding to go wash some glasses or something. "I don't know yet," I said. "I'm still trying to get used to, uh…everything."
"I bet," Paul shrugged. "It's a big change, isn't it?"
"I have…" I glanced around and lowered my voice. "I have multiple orgasms."
"Can't be a real girl without those," Paul nodded seriously. "I told you, I'm not fooling around here. I take my job seriously."
"And…" I cleared my throat, "…I made Mr. Goldman…The manager? I made him suck me off."
"Heh!" Paul chuckled and took a drink of his beer. "That probably wasn't hard to do."
"Why?" I demanded.
"Why?" Paul seemed genuinely confused by my question. "You're a walking wet dream, Cindy. Haven't you seen yourself? Shit, my cock hurts just breathing the same air you do."
"What?" I blinked at him.
"You're Cinderella off the clock." Paul smiled at me. "You're the prettiest, sexiest, most fuckable bitch at the ball and everybody's gonna want a turn, baby. Enjoy it."
"But…" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why?"
"Why?" Paul made a face and drank again, wiping his lips with his fingers so that he pulled the corners of his mouth down. "How come I always gotta sleep on the wet spot after I fuck my wife? It's just the way it is."
"What about me though?" I wondered. "Am I a nymphomaniac or something?"
"I dunno." The man was suddenly serious and he looked me up and down. "Are you?"
"I don't know."
"Well, then…You're probably not," Paul sighed. "Too bad for the rest of us."
"What?"
"Oh! There's my date…" Paul was looking at an older man sitting at a table by himself.
"Your date?" I blinked at him. "I thought you were here to see me!"
"You?" Paul shook his head and dropped a ten on the bar. "I fixed you, Cindy. But that guy…" Paul clucked his tongue. "…He just found out his girlfriend is six weeks pregnant."
"Oh." I looked at my fairy godmother. "So? What…He's married or something?"
"Or something," Paul laughed. "The girl's his youngest daughter. She just turned fourteen last month, a real cutie too. Knocked her up right after cake and ice cream."
"Really?" I stared at the man and he looked pretty normal.
"I better get over there before he pulls out his gun and starts shooting people," Paul sighed and then gave me a smile "See ya round, kiddo. Good luck with the wife thing."
"He's got a gun? Wait…" But Paul was already walking off, pulling up a chair to sit with the guy and I wondered if he'd get a kiss too.
I was Cinderella? That was the big explanation for what was going on? Fuck.
I sipped some more of my scotch while I waited for the Club Sandwich I'd ordered from the kitchen. Eric was watching me, but trying to be cool about it. He was dying for a chance to pick me up, but he wanted to do it right. Ray, over by the doors, he was watching me too and he just wanted to bend me over and rape my sexy ass. Mr. Goldman was up in his office, standing behind his smoked glass and jerking off while he watched me sit there. I couldn't see him doing it, but I could smell the man. And the girls, a couple of them were interested, the real bisexuals and the merely bi-curious. They wanted me. The red head on the stage was giving me some looks, dividing her time between me and the men at her feet. The rest of them just wished I'd leave because I was distracting their customers and maybe costing them money.
"Hey, where you going?" Eric moved quickly when he saw me standing up. I'd had my little lunch and I felt a lot better, but restless too. I had things to do.
"Out for some air," I shrugged. "Take a little walk."
"Shift changes at nine," he smiled. "How about we hook up for dinner tonight?"
"Oh," I smiled apologetically. "I have a dinner date. Sorry."
"That's alright." He smiled and gave me a little shrug, like what could he expect on short notice like that? "Here…" he found a pen and clean napkin, "…my phone number, okay? In case of an emergency."
"Emergency?" I giggled at him.
"Yeah, you know…" He raised his eyebrows playfully. "You get bored or something, you give me a ring."
"Yeah? You'll give me a little mouth-to-mouth?" I asked, keeping my lips parted and my tongue playing between them.
"Jesus," Eric chuckled and shook his head. "You have to call me now."
"I have to?" I smiled, waving the napkin like a little white flag and taking a step backwards. "We'll see…"
"Did you get the job?" Ray asked me as I was leaving and I paused, feeling my heart flutter as I drank the man in with my eyes.
"I start tomorrow," I shrugged. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yeeeah…" Ray cleared his throat.
"Too bad," I giggled, but my eyes were serious and we both knew it. "I'm looking for a place to stay."
"She might be okay with it," Ray said quickly and his eyes darted towards the stage. "I mean, if you want…"
"Oh," I frowned and I looked over my shoulder at the red head who was just finishing her set. "That girl?"
"Heather, yeah." Ray was feeling caught and I wondered how close they really were. "She's, um…Kind of adventurous."
"Open minded?" I grinned at him and I'd caught the woman looking at me with not a little interest. She was definitely curious about me.
"We get off at nine," Ray said, focusing his attention back on me and that smile of his…Yeah. I was liking Ray a lot, but I wasn't too sure about sharing him with a girlfriend, you know?
"Talk to her," I shrugged, because I really did need a place to stay. It was going to be tough getting a hotel room without a credit card.
"I don't have to," Ray decided and he picked up his pen from the podium and started writing. "Here's my number. Give me a call tonight, okay? Please?"
"What if she doesn't like me?" I asked him, picking up the business card and turning it over.
"Heather?" Ray grinned at me. "It's my place."
"Ohhh…" I pursed my lips. "Does she know that?"
I left him without waiting for an answer and maybe Ray really would kick his girlfriend out just for me, but I didn't think so. I'd been a man and I knew how easy it was to say anything in the heat of the moment. It was in his nature to make promises he couldn't keep, or maybe that was just me being cynical. Being a woman? I didn't know if I should frown or smile at that. I suddenly realized that I was seeing the world in a whole new way.