A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 01

Author's Note: Transgender policewoman Penelope Bishop made her first appearance in my story 'Cop Town Girl' and then the sequel 'Sleeping Beauties'. Although not essential, readers might like to read those stories first to put this story into a better context although this story stands on its own. I hope you enjoy my latest offering and feel free to comment or critique my work.

Michele Nylons May 2021

Chapter One - Eta Lambda Pi

Felicity Benson ruled the stage as the Master of Ceremonies at Balwyn College's amateur talent evening. In her drag persona, Felicity Goodnite, her witty acerbic commentary was well received by the audience. Her act was bawdy, bordering on lewd. The jokes were crammed with sexual innuendo and she openly displayed a lot of body and leg. No one had questioned how and why this slim, shy, effete eighteen-year-old man could present as a woman so perfectly because she did it so well.

She was a 'fishy queen' meaning that she presented as very feminine and was a convincing female impersonator. Francis Benson suffered from gender dysphoria and was unsure of his sexual identity and had done since before puberty. Presenting himself as Felicity Goodnite was a short term solution to a long term problem.

Benjamin Roach, Carl Huntley, Jamaal Washington, Spencer Duvall and William Turner sat in the audience watching Felicity on stage. They were impressed with how she presented herself.

"What do you think boys? Should we try something different?" Ben asked his cohorts.

The five young athletes, members of the starting line-up for the college football team were not much more than spoiled brats who came from wealthy powerful families. College was a stepping stone to a life of privileged entitlement. They were pledged to the Eta Lambda Pi fraternity and they used the frat house to host debauched drunken parties, seldom socialising with their fraternity brothers.

"Yeah, let's try something different," Spencer Duvall sniggered and the others all agreed.

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Francis Benson was not a member of the Eta Lambda Pi fraternity but he had been invited to a fancy dress party there. Drag had become a form of mainstream entertainment, made famous by RuPaul's Drag Race and it was not unusual for drag acts to appear on college campuses. But the question remained... where had Francis Benson learned how to present so convincingly as a woman?

The answer was simple... or complicated... depending on your point of view but let's not get ahead ourselves.

Francis Benson received his invite to the fancy dress party delivered personally by one of frat boys. Jamaal Washington was the same age as Francis and was a dreamy, good looking, fit jock. Felicity Goodnite, Francis Benson's alter-ego, thought he was a dish. The dreamboat with the caramel skin and beatific smile handed the invitation to Francis and said... "Come as Felicity Goodnite, we all think she's a hoot."

The proviso to come to the party in the persona of Felicity Goodnite was even stipulated on the invitation.

The night of the party Francis transformed and assumed the guise of Felicity Goodnite, sitting in front of her mirror applying her heavy but perfect makeup, squeezing into a bra, pantyhose and panties, slipping her 'chicken-fillet' falsies into the cups of her bra and then shimmying into the figure-hugging red satin sequined evening gown. She put up her own shoulder-length brunette hair under the stocking cap, taped it and put on her platinum blonde lace-front wig. Stepping into her four-inch red high heels she thought she looked like a young Marilyn Munroe.

Felicity practiced her facial expressions and theatre voice in the mirror. She portrayed herself as a mixture of Joan Rivers and Nancy Grace. The frat guys and sorority sisters were going to expect her to do her act to its full potential.

As soon as she entered the Eta Lambda Pi frat house she knew that something was wrong. Carl Huntley answered the door holding a beer and was obviously well under the influence of alcohol as he gave her an appreciative once-over and motioned for her to come inside but he seemed pleasant enough. But there were no party noises; there was no throng of inebriated co-eds dancing to blaring music. There was only silence.

Felicity looked around anxiously convincing herself that a crowd was suddenly going to spring out of hiding and yell 'Surprise!' but they didn't. All she could hear was muffled voices coming from a room across the hall.

She went into the room and saw Benjamin Roach, Jamaal Washington, Spencer Duvall and William Turner standing around drinking beer and passing a blunt. They stared at her when she walked into the room, a miasma of perfume announcing her arrival. The looks on their faces ranged from curiosity to out and out lust and when Carl Huntley closed and locked the door her stomach fell.

It was then that she knew.

"Where's the party?" Felicity forced herself to smile.

"You are the party honey," Benjamin Roach stepped forward and grinned at her.

Felicity knew right then that her fate was sealed. The academic administration advertised Balwyn College as a modern inclusive university where students of all races, religion, gender, sexuality were respected by both faculty and students. The campus was a melting pot where acceptance, tolerance and inclusivity were intrinsically practiced.

But there were always exceptions to the rule. The frat and sorority houses were controlled by their Executive Boards and some were less diligent in exercising the college's code of conduct than others. Eta Lambda Pi fraternity was rumoured to play very loosely with the rules regarding philogyny and an undercurrent of misogyny ran through a certain faction of the fraternity.

Two female students had accused some members of the fraternity of slut-shaming them after they attended a party at the frat house where they were filmed having sex with multiple partners. Other girls had complained that they had been coerced into having sex with the five frat boys although the term 'rape' was never actually used because the Campus Police who investigated the complaint deemed the sex consensual. Some members of the Executive Board of Eta Lambda Pi were reprimanded but the complaints progressed no further, the complainants were paid off by wealthy parents or intimidated into silence.

Felicity considered her predicament. She was not technically a virgin but she was relatively inexperienced sexually. The two sexual encounters she had experienced were quickly consummated; fumbling, unsatisfying contrivances resulting in sticky panties and feelings of post-coital regret.

The five young men confronting her were handsome virile young men who were undoubtedly very experienced. Not that that gave them leave to force themselves on her. The moral and conscionable part of her psyche told Felicity to fight with every ounce of her very being. The pragmatic and amoral part of her psyche recollected the pornographic videos that she watched compulsively online where pretty young trans-women took on multiple partners simultaneously. It was her favourite form of titillation.

Her moral consciousness won out.

She spun on her heels and raced for the door only to be cut off by Carl Huntley. He put his hands around her waist and dragged her across the room whilst the other youths laughed and jeered.

"Don't fight us Felicity; you know you wanted this. Did you really think we invited you here to put on a drag show?" he chuckled as he manhandled her across the room.

Felicity struggled in vain. Carl outweighed her and her attempt to escape from him was easily overcome by his brute strength. Felicity considered screaming but she knew it would be useless and she was determined to keep some semblance of her dignity.

He dropped her on the carpet and the other young men formed a circle around her. She closed the split in her evening gown which had opened wide and exposed her long legs right to the very top.

"Aww, she's being modest," Benjamin Roach, chuckled.

Benjamin Roach was obviously the leader of the group. He was a line-backer on the college football team; he was a popular figure on campus and desired by the girls who had a thing for jocks. He was handsome and confident and exuded an air of entitlement and he leaned over Felicity and looked at her with wanton lust.

"There are about a hundred girls on this campus who would give up their right tit to be in your position," he sniggered.

Ben tilted his beverage and poured a dribble of beer onto Felicity's head. She scrambled out of the way but she couldn't get far, the forest of the frat boy legs prevented her from escape.

Felicity wiped the beer from her brow and glared up at Benjamin Roach.

"You are an asshole Ben Roach. You boys have had your fun now let me go!" she shrieked up at them.

She hated the sound of her whiney effete voice. She hated that she didn't have the gumption and courage to stand up to these bullies.

"Oh stop whining Felicity. We'll let you go. Just give each of us a blowjob and you're free to go. We all saw your Felicity Goodnite act at the amateur theatrics evening and my buddy Carl here thinks that you have perfect blowjob lips. We figure that all the sexual innuendo and overt eroticism and seductiveness you project on stage can't just be an act," Benjamin bent his knees so he was eye to eye with Felicity.

"You slimeballs! Of course it's an act!" Felicity hissed, vainly trying to get to her feet.

"That's what you all say. All you pretty little things showing off your tits and asses, talking nasty and suggestively. Then when you get called on it you go all coy and virginal. You're not the first and you won't be the last," Ben flicked Felicity's ankles so that she fell back on her ass.

"But I'm not really a woman! You know that! This is an act!" Felicity countered.

"That's what makes it so exciting don't you see. We've all seen tranny porn and wondered what it would be like to take on a tranny. Well tonight we are going to find out," Ben's face was inches from hers.

She could smell the beer and marijuana on his breath.

"You can take it easy or take it hard but either way you're going to take it. There are only five of us so it won't take a slut like you very long," Ben chuckled.

"I'm not a slut! Don't you get it? It's all an act!" Felicity tried to get her point through Ben's thick skull.

"I think the time for talking is over," Ben Roach's voice was thick with lust.

He dropped his shorts and exposed a long thick erection. The other youths hooted and hurrahed and then silence fell over the group. They drank from their plastic cups, their eyes glued to the tableaux before them. The pretty young drag queen dressed in the red sequined evening gown with the heavy makeup, blonde hair and red sensuous lips; her long legs sheathed in diaphanous nylons lay splayed on the expensive teak flooring. She looked so vulnerable, her face a mask of despair and fear; Benjamin Roach towering over her with his rampant penis inches from her face.

"Suck it," Ben hissed.

Felicity couldn't help but look at the engorged phallus. It was long and sleek with blue veins running along the shaft below the translucent skin; the glans pink and spongy, a bead of clear precum had formed at the eye. She tore her eyes from it and turned her head away.

Ben leaned down and took Felicity's head in his hands and turned her face to his. She didn't resist because she knew he would hurt her if necessary.

"I think she wants some foreplay," Ben chuckled but the other boys remained silent.

Just like in the past when the five jocks had a girl trapped in their clutches it was Ben who went first. It was Ben who inspired them. It was Ben who was their leader, without him they wouldn't have the nerve to do what they did.

Ben offered Felicity his hand and she instinctively took it. A faint glimmer of hope that it was all just a prank fluttered briefly but Ben pulled her into his arms and held her tight. She could feel his cock pressing into her belly. She could smell the beer and smoke on his breath and his expensive exotic aftershave. He stared into her ice-blue eyes and she saw the lust darken his gaze. The incongruity of it all was that given other circumstances Felicity would have probably gladly given herself to Benjamin Roach.

He lowered her lips to hers and held her face still when she tried to turn away. His lips crushed hers and he forced his tongue into her mouth. She struggled in his embrace and he squeezed her so hard that she thought that she was about to pass out. Ben stopped squeezing but he held her close, he gave her a questioning look and she nodded her consent.

At that moment Felicity felt nothing but self-loathing. She was a coward. She should have stamped her stiletto heel into his foot, squeezed his scrotum and bit his face. She should have kicked and screamed and scratched and howled and fought these jocks until she could fight no more. But what was the point? There were too many of them and they were too strong and they would take retribution.

Better to surrender, to capitulate, to succumb. Better to live to fight another day. To seek retribution sometime in the future when she had the upper hand or at least had a better chance of surviving.

This time when Ben pressed his lips to hers she didn't struggle. She remained limp and compliant. When his tongue slid past her lips she didn't bite it, she opened wider to allow Ben access to her mouth. Ben gasped and held her tighter.

Felicity felt like no other girl he had ever held in his arms. She was nearly as tall as him, her skin was soft, she was slim-waisted and firm buttocked, his hands squeezed her bottom. There was no padding there, it was all flesh. He knew that the small firm breast pressing into his chest were false and he snaked a hand into the top of her dress and pulled the chicken-fillet prosthetics from the cups of her bra and dropped them to the floor.

She had only small mounds of smooth flesh inside her bra cups but her nipples were sizable and they involuntarily hardened to his touch. He pulled down the bodice of her dress so he could use his mouth on her breasts. He knew that it was a reflex action that caused her ripe berries to engorge but it still excited him and he stroked and squeezed them as his kisses became more passionate.

Felicity hated her body for betraying her. Her tongue spontaneously slipped into Ben's mouth as her non-compliance turned into allusive coerced consent. Not only were her nipples engorged but so was her penis. It strained at the tucking tape that held it against her perineum.

She couldn't help but compare Ben's passionate and articulate foreplay to the fumbling, unsatisfying groping during her previous sexual encounters. Ben might for all intents and purposes be raping her but he was forcing her to enjoy it. Another ripple of self-contempt crossed her consciousness and she purposely subjugated it. She was doing what she had to survive.

Wasn't she?

Ben and Felicity had all but forgotten that they were surrounded by four other goatish young men who were transfixed by the tableaux before them. When Ben took Felicity's hand and guided it to his tumescent member and she began to slowly stroke it they all gasped.

The sleek member felt hot and hard in Felicity's hand as she instinctively began to fondle it. The only other time she had done this with a man he had ejaculated as soon as she touched him but Ben's cock felt steely hard, staunch and steadfast.

When Ben shifted his hands from her breasts to her buttocks and his mouth fell on her breasts she shivered. She didn't know if it was trepidation or desire or an amalgamation of the two; in any event the premise was moot. Ben sighed and suckled her nipples whilst he kneaded her buttocks. He could feel the soft shimmery caress of her satin dress against her slinky panties. One hand slipped into the slit in her skirt and caressed her thigh. He moved his mouth back to hers.

Felicity bit Ben's lip and put her arms around his neck to prevent herself from collapsing. When his fingers grazed the front of her panties she thought she would faint but Ben felt her swoon and he held her tight against him. The feel of her satin dress on his proud manhood was delightful. He stroked her thigh luxuriating in the feel of her cool silken pantyhose on his fingertips. The college co-eds thought pantyhose were archaic but Ben loved the feel of the diaphanous nylon encasing Felicity's coltish legs.

Felicity panicked when Ben slipped his hand inside the waistband of her pantyhose and tore away her tucking tape. She began to struggle but Ben held her close.

"Shh, shh, shh. I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered in her ear.

But Ben had broken the spell. Felicity was no longer raptured by his ministrations. The reality of the situation once again became manifest; she was being sexually assaulted by Benjamin Roach and four of his colleagues awaited their turn.

"Please don't," she whispered.

"Not here. Not now. Not while the others are watching," Felicity offered him the premise of a future engagement in which she would willingly acquiesce to his carnal desires.

"It's too late. We can't stop what we've started," there seemed to be some regret in Benjamin's reply but that didn't stop him putting his hands on her shoulders and forcing Felicity to her knees.

The circle closed around her. Five engorged cocks were levelled at her face.

"Easy or hard Felicity; your choice?" Ben sighed.

Felicity set her resolve. She leaned forward and took Ben's cock into her mouth and began to suckle it. She had crossed the Rubicon and there was no turning back.

Spencer Duvall and William Turner took her hands and placed them on their manhood. Felicity began to stroke them. She was hoping that masturbating and fellating the frat boys might satisfy them; hoping that they wouldn't want to penetrate her.

Carl Huntley and Jamaal Washington took out their phones and began to film Felicity's performance. She sucked on Ben's cock using her lips on his shaft and her tongue on his glans, she was hoping he would finish soon and he did. He gripped her head and fucked her mouth as he filled it with his musky issue. Felicity had no choice but to swallow it. It didn't taste as bad as she expected it would.

Ben stepped out of the circle and Carl Huntley, a defensive tackle who was carrying as much fat as muscle took his place and pushed her face into his groin. Felicity's head was under his protruding belly and she had to turn her face sideways to take him in her mouth. He lasted only a few seconds before he filled her mouth with his fetid sperm which she struggled to swallow. Simultaneously William Turner ejaculated, spraying her with ropes of steaming semen.

It was all caught on video.

Jamaal Washington went next, his long thick black cock was a masterpiece and Felicity thought that if she had to suck anyone's cock, at least it was nice to suck something appealing. Another cock found its way into her free hand and once again she was masturbating two boys whilst fellating another.

Felicity closed her mouth around Jamaal's penis and slowly worked her lips along the shaft until she had most of it in her mouth then she began to use her tongue. She tried not to think about her own cock which was engorged and pushing against her panties. Her body continued to betray her.

Another cock exploded. This time steaming ejaculate splashed across her face and hair. There was nothing she could do about it so she continued to suckle Jamaal's penis, listening to him sigh and whimper as she bought him close to extremis. When he came he spent so much semen into her mouth that she gagged as she swallowed it. He pushed her face away and the last of the boys who she was masturbating pulled his cock out of her hand and thrust it at her face