The Vixen

Simon could only nod in agreement. Samantha's hand returned to his cock where it resumed it's gentle stroking. "I'll make you a deal baby girl. You can stay with the girl you love and have boring sex with her whenever you want. But if you promise to come to me whenever I call. And be my slutty baby girl whenever I want. This will be just a fraction of pleasure I could give you." Simon thought for only a moment before nodding his agreement. "Very good baby girl." Said Samantha with triumph. And she began to pump his cock harder and faster, and finger fuck him harder and faster. Pleasure built up like a wave behind Simon's cock. "Now cum for me my slut. Cum for me."

The words had not even left her lips when Simon came. He bellowed as the pleasure ripped through him, he bucked into her hand and desperately tried to grind down onto her finger. Trying to wring every last drop of ecstasy from himself.

"That's a good girly slut." She told him, removing her fingers from his body. Above his head Simon heard clicking noises and his hands were finally released. "Now if you really want to be my girly slut. You need to come back here tomorrow at six o'clock. Do you understand?" Simon nodded. Samantha gave a contented sigh as she got off the bed. Simon didn't dare remove his blindfold yet. "Good. Now clean yourself up. We wouldn't want that girl you love to get suspicious."

--8--

Luckily for Simon Sarah wasn't suspicious at all. She had even waited for him to get home before making dinner so they could eat together. She was only concerned at his silence as the guilt ate away at him over the course of the meal.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Someone's left the restaurant." He told her with a sigh. "I'm going to be picking up most of the shifts until they can find another waiter."

"Oh." Whined Sarah. "Well at least we'll be getting some extra money in." She smiled. And Simon's heart fell further. Because despite his guilt, he knew he would be back at The Vixen's tomorrow, or whenever she called.

--8--

Indeed the next day at six on the dot. Simon was outside the florists. And again the sports car pulled up with a roar of it's engine and this time Simon didn't need to be told to get in.

The car sped off and Simon shared a smile with Samantha. She pointed a thump towards the back seat, towards the veritable mountain of bags from trendy clothes shops and even one from Ann Summers. "That's all for you." She told him with a giggle. "Have a look." Simon reached back and pulled over the nearest bag and looked inside. It contained a long red dress of incredibly soft silk, with a matching pair of panties and bra. He looked to Samantha, who gave him a devilish smirk. "I thought you'd like them."

A small while later Simon was once again showering in Samantha's en-suite, rinsing the lather off his arms and legs when he heard Samantha call. "Hey baby girl. Could you be a sweetie and use some of that hair remover! I don't like my slut's all hairy! Make sure you get everywhere but keep those gorgeous blonde locks!"

Simon looked over the bottle of hair remover and with some trepidation began applying it to his body. Taking extra care over his cock and ass.

Another few minutes later Simon stepped out of the bathroom, still towelling himself off. A hand snaked out of the gloom and onto his crotch, where is began to gently massage him. He couldn't help but groan as Samantha's skilful fingers worked their magic upon him. "Nice and smooth now." She sighed. "Like a good girly slut should be."

"Why do you keep calling me a girl?" Asked Simon with a pathetic whimper as a finger began to gently massage his back passage.

Samantha's hands left his body and she gave a look of pure confusion. "Because you are a girl." She told him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "At least you are when you're with me. I could tell from the moment I kissed you, all you wanted to be was my girl slut. That's why I got you all those clothes."

Simon sputtered in shock at the words coming out of her mouth. The thought of being a girl for her or anyone had never even crossed his mind. "But I thought those were for you to wear?"

Samantha laughed lightly, pulling Simon into a hug. She spoke to him in a voice reserved for mothers speaking to children who'd gotten something hilariously wrong. "Oh silly Sindy slut! No! those are for you to wear when we go out. Like tonight."

Simon jumped back as if he'd been shocked. "I can't go out with you! Not dressed as a girl!"

"Oh don't be silly. Sluts love to go out on the town." Scoffed Samantha. "Your outfit is on the bed. Now I'm going to make something that will loosen you up a bit." Samantha's hand once again found it's way to Simon's cock. "Just remember Sindy. Good sluts go out and have some fun with their mistresses. And good sluts get rewarded." She told him huskily before turning and leaving.

Simon didn't know what to think, he knew that he should be turning and leaving. But something was keeping him in this place, probably that fact that this sex goddess wanted to 'reward' him at some point this evening.

For lack of anything better to do he walked over to the bed. Where Samantha had laid out a silky black cocktail dress, that looked rather short to Simon. As well as a pair of white panties with matching bra, and two fishnet stocking, also white, with a garter belt to match. But what really caught Simon's eye was that each stocking had a small red bow attached to the elastic at the top. He knew that they would draw anyone's eye to his legs, they stuck out so much from the rest of the ensemble. He picked up the panties and ran his fingers over the smooth fabric, thinking over his options for the rest of his evening.

"Lovely aren't they." Said Samantha, surprising Simon out of his revelry. "They'd feel much better if you wore them."

"I don't know about that." Simon told her quietly.

"I do." She laughed. "Just try them." Simon turned to her. She had a large decanter and using it to fill a pair of shot glasses with a thick, pink liquid. Picking them both up she stepped over to him with a devilish smile on her face. "I know one way to loosen you up a bit." Samantha passed a glass to him, which he took almost on instinct. "Cheers."

They knocked back their shots. Samantha giggling as he tried not to wince at the burning alcohol.

"Come on baby girl." She told him, taking his hand. "Lets get you into your party clothes."

Simon could only nod as she led him to the vanity table, and sat down on the stool. She poured him another drink which he dutifully drank, coughing and spluttering as he did so. As he tried to clear his throat Samantha put his legs into a pair of panties and pulled them into place. He hadn't even noticed that she'd started to put them on him. But they were on now, and Simon knew Samantha was right. They did feel better when he was wearing them. The feeling of having his cock almost surrounded in smooth silk was making him hard.

"I think she likes it." Whispered Samantha into his ear as she massaged his pitiful manhood through the sheer material. Simon could only nod his increasingly fuzzy head as Samantha sat him on another stool.

"I don't normally drink liquor." He told her as she passed him another shot.

Samantha laughed. "It'd better be one more and no more then. We wouldn't want you to get stopped at the club door for being too drunk."

It was only after Simon had finished swallowing that the words pulled him back to reality. He was sitting in a chair in a pair of panties. Apparently about to go out on the town dressed as a woman. "I, I'm still not sure I can go out like this." He told her.

"Well you won't go out like that." Giggled Samantha as she began to clip the bra into place. "I'll do you a deal Sindy." She said seriously, while pulling the straps of a bra over his shoulders. "You wait till I'm finished turning you into the fuckable girl slut I know you are, and if you still don't want to go out I won't make you. You can go home and have boring sex with your boring girlfriend. You will never get to kiss me or touch me ever again.

"But if you come out with me, and see where the night takes us. You get to come back here with me and receive the fuck of your life." Simon didn't say anything. Samantha grinned. "But I bet you another blow job that before the night is over, you'll be begging to be my girl slut. And you'll do it on your hands and knees, moaning like a porn star."

Simon didn't know why he nodded.

Over the next half hour Simon was transformed. He was dressed in white lingerie, his chest padded out to form a modest bust, the black dress zipped up tight to pull in his waist. And finally his hair and face made up into possibly the sluttiest look Simon had ever seen.

His hair had been curled into long wavy locks. Scarlet lip-stick made his lips fuller and (according to Samantha) more kissable. Thick eye shadow pulled everything together to give him a sultry look, a look that screamed 'come and fuck me'. Or at least would if Simon didn't look utterly shocked at how feminine he looked.

Simon really did look like a Sindy. And a complete slut.

Samantha pulled Simon to his feet. "Now you just need to be able to walk the walk." She told him with a small laugh. "We'll try without shoes first. Remember, heel toe, heel toe."

The two of them walked up and down the room a few times together. Simon didn't notice how he began to sway his hips in time with Samantha. But he did notice how he had begun to smile, how good he felt when Samantha called him a 'sexy little thing' as she gave his behind a quick slap.

She gave a devilish little laugh and ducked into a closet, pulling out a pair of tall heels.

After a few minutes of practice, Samantha declared that Sindy was ready to go out on the town.

Simon looked in the mirror again as Samantha pulled out her phone and sent a quick text. He really did look like a young woman, and a good looking one at that. But most of all he looked like he was someone looking for sex. With anyone who would offer. He felt a hand grab his wrist and lead him from the bedroom and down the stairs. Simon was distracted, trying to work out where he'd made the decision that had led to him being taken out on the town as someone's personal 'girl' slut.

"Our ride will be here soon." Said Samantha from far away, pulling him to the front door.

"W-where are we going?" He stammered.

Samantha pulled open the door. "The Odyssey Club. It's a cool place, trans friendly. I don't want you to get hassled on your first night out."

Simon had heard of the place. It had a reputation as the place to go if you were into weird shit. Which, Simon supposed, he now was.

He stopped at the threshold of the door and looked out into the world. He didn't know when, but it had gotten dark and all he could see was the lights of the Taxi Samantha had booked for them.

"Are you coming?" Asked Samantha, almost innocently.

--8--

The car pulled up outside a large warehouse in an industrial estate near the middle of town. The sign had no name, just a Greek style mural showing a group of hulking men pulling at a set of oars. Clearly Odysseus and his crew.

"We'll never get in." Said Simon as Samantha paid the driver. He motioned to the truly huge line of people queuing to get in. A part of Simon hoped Samantha would decide this meant the evening was ruined and they'd go straight back to her home again.

Samantha just smiled. "Nonsense. I know the owner."

"You mean you are the owner." Sighed Simon, remembering what she'd said about her businesses earlier.

"No." She told him with a smile, pulling herself out of the car. "I know the owner. A very nice man, dresses like a slut himself sometimes."

Simon was shocked at how blasé Samantha could be about another person's secrets like that. But he didn't have much time to dwell as he was pulled from the car.

Suddenly he could feel every set of eyes in the queue on him, inspecting him. He looked over to a set of young men and could see them undressing him (and more) with their eyes. And he felt good. No one had ever looked at him with open lust before, and he could feel it warming him, And filling him with confidence.

"You'd better get used to that." Samantha whispered. "You look good enough to eat." She told him before taking his arm and strutting forwards. Simon couldn't resist strutting himself, rolling his hips as he shook out his long hair. He watched out of the corner of his eye as a young man literally licked his lips out of desire. Desire for him, Simon, Sindy.

They didn't even talk to the doorman as they pushed open the doors to the club.

The music hit Simon like a hammer. Pounding into his ears as the deep red lights of the club pulsed around him. Around him so many beautiful and scantily dressed men and woman danced. Swaying in time to the deep, thumping rhythm.

Simon didn't need to be dragged or led up to the bar. He walked side by side with Samantha as they almost marched through the throng of people. They didn't move around people, the dancers were almost forced to make way for the two stunning beauties. Samantha sent a few smouldering glances towards young men and women. But Simon kept his eyes forward.

To everyone else it gave her (him) a haughty, even cold look. But it made everyone look upon her (him) and take notice.

Simon successfully held his nerves at bay as Samantha ordered them drinks and he took the time to properly survey the room. The room was warehouse sized, the middle was just a large dance-floor bathed in flashing lights and filled with young athletic people gyrating in time to the beat. All along the two longest walls were semi-circular booths, most had tables and some were filled with groups of people still managing to chat despite the noise coming from the speakers dotted around the walls. The bar area where Simon now stood was the only part of the club where the light was clear enough to see clearly. And this gave Simon the ability to see the trendily dressed young man practically fucking Simon with his eyes.

Fearing what would happen if the not very small guy realised that the hot she was actually a he, Simon stepped closer to Samantha.

"Here." She said, thrusting an almost luminous green cocktail into his hand. "Lets find some hot young men to fuck."

Simon felt the blood drain from his face.

Samantha gave a devilish smirk. "That's what good sluts do Sindy. The get fucked" She told him, stepping in close, laying a hand across his ass and pulling him into her. "And I told you, good sluts get rewarded."

She whispered into his ear, her hot breath sent shivers down Simon's spine straight to his dick. He downed his drink in one. The sweetness no doubt disguising a large amount of alcohol.

"That's the spirit." She laughed, and drained her own glass in one gulp. "Now lets go dancing."

--8--

The next hour (or however long) was a blur to simon. Samantha had dragged him to the dance-floor and forced him to dance. Swaying his hips for him until he found his rhythm, and slowly the drinks Samantha kept pouring down his neck took their toll. He wasn't drunk, but he definitely felt looser, less inhibited. So when the same young guy from the bar took it upon himself to dance up to him, Simon did nothing to dissuade him. Rather the opposite even.

Once again the clear lust on the man's face made Simon feel something he'd never thought he would feel. Sexy.

He rationalised it inside his head. He wasn't actually going to have sex with the guy. He was just flirting, teasing. Surely Samantha didn't expect Simon to do anything sexual with another man. Samantha danced with the two of them. She and the newcomer took turns grinding over Simon's body, grabbing his waist. Then grabbing his ass. Simon felt good, being clearly lusted over this way was awakening something in him. He just didn't know what yet. He lost track of who was who and he simply closed his eyes, letting himself get washed away on a tide of sensation.

And then one of the kissed him.

Simon didn't stop them, or even react much. He just continued to dance as if nothing had happened. But then one them kissed him again, and the other kissed his neck at the same time. Simon moaned, grabbing the body in front of him. Instead of Samantha's dress he felt the soft fabric of a shirt, and beneath it taut muscle. A part of Simon wanted to snap out of the moment, but it was smothered by the part of him that wanted to be wanted.

His two dancing partners gently led Simon over to a booth. Sidling around the table the three of them sat together. Simon was hemmed in by a sexy woman and a trendy young man. Simon's last, momentary flicker of doubt was silenced by a kiss to his neck and a strong hand grabbing his thigh.

Samantha kissed Simon's ear which pulled a low moan from the back of his throat. She also grabbed his other leg and gently pulled. Simon's leg spread, and he let them be spread.

The young man had since moved on to Simon's mouth. Kissing him fully on the lips, probing with his tongue. Meanwhile his hand began moving up Simon's leg, under his dress. For a moment Simon felt truly afraid. He didn't want this to end. And if this guy didn't like what he found in Simon's panties, it could end violently.

The hand found Simon's crotch, and without hesitation began to slowly but firmly rub Simon's already hard cock. Simon had to suppress a shout of pleasure at the clearly expert touch. He did this by grabbing the young man's head and pulling him deeper into their kiss. As they began to explore each others mouths Samantha took Simon's other hand and moved it onto the jeans of Simon's masculine partner.

Simon was lost on a sea of pleasure, he didn't remember who he was, why he was here, or how he had gotten to this point. But he knew that helping the young man open his trousers was the right thing to do. Between the two of them they had two hands free and managed to unbuckle his belt. Simon tentatively reached into the man's pants and gripped his semi-hard cock. Simon could feel it was bigger than his. Longer, thicker, uncut.

It felt right in his hand. He slowly began to pump it up and down, and he felt it begin to harden properly beneath his fingers. And it felt good. Knowing that this man was aroused by him was better than anything Simon had ever felt. And he began to wank him off as hard as he dared.

They moaned into each others mouths, kissing almost furiously. Samantha began to whisper encouragement into Simon's ear.

"That's a good slut."

"I knew you could be a girl slut."

"Sindy will certainly get her reward tonight."

"You're a secret cock lover aren't you."

Simon could only nod at her assessment. He definitely loved what was happening right now. He loved the feel of a hard cock in his hand. He never wanted it to end.

But end it did.

Samantha whispered into his ear, closer than she ever had before. "I bet you want to suck that cock like a real sissy bitch."

The thought of sucking a cock flashed across Simon's brain like a gunshot. And he came.

It was all he could do to stop himself crying out as he coated the inside of his panties. At the same moment the cock in his hand spasmed and shot a load into the young man's boxers. The warmth and stickiness hit Simon like a bucket of cold water. He remembered where he was, and almost panicked. Looking around the club he expected everyone to be looking at him. Their faces awash with shock and disgust. But no one was looking. No one had even noticed.

The young man put a card into Simon's clean hand, the one that had been clasped to the side of his head. Simon saw a number written on it. They guy wanted him to call him, probably for another quick hand job, or more. Simon suddenly felt sick.

"Come on." Said Samantha, dragging him out of the booth towards the women's toilets.