Futanari Notebook Ch. 40

"Or maybe you convinced yourself of that?" Wendy asked.

"Why are you talking to me anyway? You don't know me."

Wendy shrugged, "You're hot. Now answer the question."

"I... don't know what you mean."

"I've met a few girls like you. They go through a lot of shit, stuff I genuinely pray never happens to me, and shut themselves off. Sometimes it doesn't even take that much. Everyone has their limits. But you... by the looks of it, you have a pretty good home. No bruises. Good clothes. Yet you're here," Wendy said, now taking a sip from her glass instead of downing it.

"It's... not like that," Carmen muttered and drowned the words in her angry beverage. A tingling was in her veins now, like the beginnings of arousal, but less focused.

"Come on," Wendy stood and pulled her up too, "This ain't a good place to talk. Besides, I've got a friend you should meet."

In proper light, Wendy stood out. The poor visibility inside the bar made it difficult to pick out her features, but under street lamps and a full moon, Wendy's blonde hair shone through the dark like strings of light, and her skirt was taut around her hips and ass. All the weight went there it seemed, as her breasts were full, but not large as Carmen expected. Much like Rachel.

There was a rhythm to her steps as well. It wasn't the whorish strut Gretchen mastered, or Carmen's brisk pace, but a delicate bobbing of her hips to accent each click of her heels. Her lower cheeks rose and fell, a light jiggle to their motions, summoning Carmen's gaze back each time. The burn in her veins condensed, slowly pooling in her crotch. She licked her lips, imagining the feel of those pillows on her balls as she slammed into Wendy's cunt.

"Here we are," Wendy announced, turning around to conceal her salacious rump. Carmen looked to the sole building around; The Candi Bar. By the neon women gyrating their hips, and the promise of girls, girls and more girls, it was a strip club. At her incredulous look, Wendy said, "Trust me, it's not as bad as most clubs."

"Your friend works here?" Carmen asked.

"Yeah. But she gets off soon. Don't worry, they serve alcohol. Maybe something a bit stronger for you, huh?" Wendy chuckled and strode inside. The bouncer let them through after a smile at Wendy. Inside, it was dark as the bar, but on purpose. Only a hint of smoke tainted the air, while the lights were used to accentuate the stage at its centre, on which a glossy pole stood sentry. No cages hung from the ceiling as Carmen had feared.

"Thing about good strip clubs is they're more like a Hooter's, just with a more honest image. And nudity. Can't forget the nudity," Wendy explained on their way to some bar stools. They were comfier than the previous ones, actually cushioning her ass. The older woman ordered drinks. Not shots this time, just a dark liquid in a small glass with ice.

"Where's your friend?" Carmen asked and took a sip. While not sharp like the shots, its fire was hotter and tasted like oak. The burn became a smouldering flame, promising a bigger pyre in due time.

"Coming on stage... now," Wendy clapped her hands and, like magic, stage lights zoomed to a curtain at the back of the room, from which a massive set of breasts emerged, attached to an otherwise lithe blonde, with a pert ass, though nothing of note in size. Tattoos decorated her body, flowing across her form and framing her curves. A small pair of hoops hung from her overly round breasts, eliciting a phantom sting in Carmen's own. Similar rings were attached to her ears.

She was the typical stripper Carmen had expected to see. What she didn't anticipate, was the energy of her performance. In most forms of media, strippers were shown as depressed, often drugged women doing it for money and nothing more. This one went at like she was in love with the performance, or perhaps she was high. Her movements were quick, precise, made to pronounce her largest selling point.

All that covered her body were a thong and bikini top. It tented around her nipples, and her underwear sank deep between her ass cheeks and dug into her pussy, hiding nothing. But it was the fact she acted as if fully clothed, like the dozen or so others watching her couldn't see everything, that made it all the more perverse, like a voyeuristic view.

"That's Rey. I met her when she was like you. Despondent, hot, and in need of a friend."

"I have friends," Carmen said, finishing up her drink. An impressed Wendy handed hers over.

"You really aren't a lightweight. Anyway, yeah. I figured you had friends, but you can't talk with them openly, can you? Some people just need a stranger's ear to vent into. Or a stranger's word to help them along."

"Are you a therapist?" Carmen asked.

"No. I mean, I did take a year of psychology before dropping out. Tried being a dancer. That didn't go to plan. Not really."

"You also work here."

"Yep. It's not all bad. Some of the girls are amazing in bed," Wendy chuckled, eyeing the dancer as she spoke, "Plus the owner actually gives a shit."

Rey's dance ended to applause. She picked several notes strewn about, using the chance to flash some candid views of her privates, which earned more. It was all a routine for her. She vanished behind the curtain, replaced by a new girl to fill the void. Minutes later and she reappeared, this time clothed in a skimpy tube top and tiny skirt. The top stretched flat around the front of her chest, while pulling the implants together to create a bottomless cleavage.

She headed straight for the counter, waving to random patrons that greeted her.

"Rey, meet Carmen. She's going through a rough patch," Wendy said, hugging her friend, though her hands travelled down her back to steal a squeeze. More than friends, Carmen noted.

"Hi," Carmen said with a long sip.

"Is she allowed to drink that?" Rey asked, though she just took a seat next to Wendy and ordered her own.

"No," Wendy chuckled.

"Figured. So, what do you need me for, Wendy?"

"Nothing much. Just wanted you and Carmen to talk a bit. I see a couple of friends over there, so I'll leave you to it," Wendy said and headed over to a table, sitting with the occupants like she'd known all her life.

Rey sighed and turned around, leaning back against the bar, "Sorry about Wendy, she's... pushy. What's your deal? Run away from home?"

"Something like that," Carmen said, glancing at the stripper, although she hadn't stripped much on stage.

"Ooo, mysterious," Rey scoffed, "Cut the crap. Tell me what's up so we can tell Wendy to fuck off."

"You wouldn't believe me," Carmen shook her head. A short laugh slipped out. Maybe the alcohol was finally taking effect?

"I've heard a lot of shit. Try me, bitch."

Carmen shrugged, "Alright." From there, she detailed everything that happened, from the Futa Note arriving, to Gretchen taking it and the things she did, ending with the wasteland of emotion she'd become.

"You're right. I don't believe you," Rey snickered once she finished.

"Told you so."

"But it sounds like you went through some crap," Rey nodded, looking into her drink, "I won't tell you to get over it. That never works. But I have an idea of what you're going through."

"I'm all ears," Carmen said, leering at the stripper, doubtful that she had any clue.

"Basically, you've been conditioned to fear happiness."

At that, Carmen laughed. The drink really had started affecting her. Rey waited until she was quiet, then turned back to the bar and gestured for a refill for them both.

"You laugh, but it's true. Think about what you went through, right? You said your dad died? You were happy with him around, then you spent a lot of your life just studying. You didn't let yourself enjoy anything until you got with Stacy," Rey said, squinting at Carmen like someone reading a far off book, "Then that went to shit. You focused on taking it out on others. Then Rachel comes along."

"I get your point," Carmen glowered at her. Last thing she wanted after retelling everything was another person talking to her about how she failed over and over, like they understood it better than her. She didn't fear happiness. She wanted it, everyone did, but between Gretchen and the Futa Note, finding it was impossible. Who the fuck was Rey to remind her of that?

"No, you don't," Rey said, recoiling only a little, "You need to have fun. Something that won't have consequences."

"And what do you suggest?" Carmen muttered, considering whether to force the woman to shut up, or just leave. The former seemed more appealing, particularly the cruder methods she could use. Rey leaned over, cherry red lips perked in a sapphic grin.

"A one-night stand. No strings. No one to ruin it. Just you and..."

"You?" Carmen asked, forgetting her drink in favour of the flirtatious woman. Sex might be exactly what she needed at that point. A night without thought, drinking what she shouldn't, fucking who she shouldn't, and enjoying it.

"Or Wendy. She's been eye fucking you from the table. I know it's sudden, but sometimes that's what's best. You're the type to over think, I can tell," Rey gripped Carmen's thigh, a few inches shy of her cocks, "Once you see nothing bad will happen, then you'll be on your way to recovery."

"You make me sound like an addict," Carmen said and angled her body to face her.

"Addicted to misery," Rey said and moved in, their lips close enough to feel each other's breath, "But give me a chance and I'll hook you on something else. So... what'll it be?"

"You're so smart, you tell me," Carmen said, not pulling away. Instead, she placed her own hand down, feeling the impressive muscles of Rey's thigh, while contemplating what her implants must feel like on her dicks.

"Hmm, seems like a yes," Rey chuckled and moved her hand up, weaving fingers in her hair, to pull Carmen in. Tentative at the start, Rey pushed first and deepened the kiss, tongue swiping at the high schoolers lips, which parted in invitation, yet she didn't take it. Carmen shut her eyes, focusing on the sensation and anticipation. She pushed back, using her own nubile tongue to snag the other. A giggling moan told her that was Rey's plan.

She squeezed the stripper's thigh harder, willing it to split. Carmen brought the other hand into play, tingling fingers trailed across Rey's features, pausing to pull on a nipple hoop through her shirt. A moan urged her lower, across a svelte belly and dove between her legs. The puny skirt made it easy to rub at her pussy, mons engorging around her thong and moistening the deeper Carmen kissed. Cocks throbbing, the high school futa stood up and dominated her new friend's mouth.

She wanted her. That was all that ran through Carmen's mind in that moment, a desire, burning hotter every second spent locked to Rey's lips, feeling her body arch into the kiss, while her pussy brimmed over with lust, beat all other thoughts into submission. Worries over what Rachel might say, how this would develop, if it was right for her to do, were all chased by vicious tendrils of lust. Exactly as Rey said, this was for fun.

And she planned on enjoying every second of it. Her cocks twitched inside their prison, but they wouldn't be trapped much longer. She wondered how they'd fit in a normal girl. They pushed against Rey's chest, throbbing harder, as if going for her tits. Regardless of whether it worked, she wanted to try.

"What is that?" Rey asked, suddenly withdrawing. Her eyes went down, breaths speeding up as they did, and widened. She leaned away and pushed against Carmen, who frowned at her. Why stop when she instigated it? Carmen had told her about the Futa Note and the dicks it gave her. No reason for them to stop because of those. If anything, it should tempt her more. They were like strap-ons with a pulse.

"I told you about them," Carmen said and tried closing the gap, but Rey kept a firm hold on her shoulder.

"I... I-I can't do this. Not with those," Rey shook her head and stood, heading away. She didn't glance back. Did she really find penises that grotesque? When she was gone, Carmen just stared. For a second, she looked for what emotion to feel at that time, but they were crowding. Anger at being denied, then disgust at herself for her body, then fear at the urge to go after Rey and force her. She sat back down and gestured for the bartender to pour her another glass. Who or how she'd pay for it never crossed her mind.

It was already emptied when Wendy sat with her. The burn in her veins was stronger now, an insistent throbbing in her head was there too, like a voice telling her to cut loose and... and what? Carmen didn't know what she wanted. Except another drink, which soon came her way.

"I should've noticed sooner," Wendy said, "You hide your, uh, penis really well. So, what're you? Trans? Shemale?"

"Futanari," Carmen said, giving her a side-long grin as she circled her refilled glass, "I have both. Well, a three to one ratio, but they're both around."

"You're kidding," Wendy chuckled, then cast her eye at the now conspicuous bulges in Carmen's pants, "I've never slept with a trans person before."

"I told you, I'm not trans. Thanks to a magic book, I've got three dicks, a vagina, and an inability to emote properly."

"Okay, maybe you've drunk too much."

"Hold on," Carmen said and unzipped her bag. She rummaged around, before finding the rough texture of the Futa Note and pulled it out, "See?" As she plopped it on the counter, deep, confused lines furrowed her brow. She remembered leaving it behind. Had Ryuka snuck it into her bag? Maybe, but that didn't seem like the case. The throbbing in her head was stronger now, taking on a beat as she held the book. It was where it should be; in her hand.

Pushing the thoughts aside, a simple task with the alcohol thrumming throughout her body, she opened it to her three separate entries, "See?"

"I see it. Doesn't prove anything."

A chance to kill two birds presented itself. Carmen smirked at the older woman and pulled a pencil from her bag. It didn't matter how the book was there, whether Ryuka snuck it in or the Futa Note somehow manifested inside her bag, only that she had everything necessary. Even the perfect name. She looked to the back door, from which Rey stepped out. Not even glancing her way. Carmen wrote her entry under Wendy's perplexed gaze.

She was just taking Rey's advice. Maybe it wouldn't be fun for Rey at first, but it would be for Carmen. Besides, all the other women she'd transformed enjoyed themselves after a time. She glanced around the room, then at Wendy. Why should Rey be alone?