Working The Club Pt. 01

Fran's mind was reeling. "So, let me get this straight, the more I neuter myself and become a living stereotype of some fantasy sissy fucktoy, the more money I can make here? The more in demand I'll be? The more customers will want to take me in to one of those private rooms?"

"Bingo. That's it exactly. And the thing is, this place only works out for you once you get past being just a Pussy Boy. So long as you are still just some faggot in a dress you'll never get to be at the Pussy Gurl level and you'll never get to any of the rooms. And you'll never get the sort of cash that comes from that. We've had guys like that. They got all fuckin' hot n' bothered with the fantasy and thought they could do it. A month or so is usually all it took and they'd quit. Or I'd take mercy on 'em and fire their asses.

The clients know the difference between a Pussy Boy and a Pussy Girl even if it wasn't the color on your uniform to tell 'em. The Boys wear uniforms with gold trim. The Girls are with platinum trim. Essentially the Boys are invisible to the Platinum and Diamond members. Especially to the Diamond members. The higher level members simply don't waste their time on the Boys. The Gold Members? Oh yeah, they'll slap and tickle anything that comes their way. But pretty soon they'll realize that coping a feel of some guy in a dress just isn't the same as being able to take a Pussy Girl upstairs. And part of your job, honey, even as just a Pussy Boy is to remind 'em of that. If you want to have enough cash as a Boy to keep going toward becoming a Pussy Girl then you gotta work the Members out there. Even the Gold Members. You gotta flirt with 'em and let 'em paw at you and get 'em worked up and as horny as you can. Which as just Gold Members they can't do anything about. So, it encourages them to pay the extra to become a Platinum Member and then they can go fuck a Pussy Gurl's tight little sissy ass all they want. And that's what we want."

Fran knew Mr. D was pretty damn pleased with himself. Fran knew he'd set up a racket where everything favored him. And she knew there were plenty of gurls like Fran that'd be eager to surrender themselves into that racket. Fran also knew that Mr. D was a real asshole. That didn't stop Fran from signing up. That interview was more than a year and a half ago. In that time Fran did start juicing. The Pussy Galore Club's health plan covered much of the costs for the physicals, the psychiatric exams, the hormone shots and pills, and the routine bloodwork to make sure the drugs were only frying her testes and not her liver or any other part of her. In time, her face had softened and she had begun to fill out in all the right ways. The customer's took notice of that. She got fondled more, pinched more, felt up more and teased more. She even got flirted with and that really pleased Fran. But still, she was just a Pussy Boy bitch and was stuck working the tables in the middle of the Club. The Platinum and Diamond Members were either in the private booths around the sides of the club or in the special section of tables right up in front of the stage.

Fran would watch the Platinum Girls working those table and booths. They were all so sexy. They looked so beautiful and ultra-feminine to Fran. Like wet dreams cum to life. Those gurls would still work and still hustle drinks but, come Midnight, there'd be a steady stream of them walking over to the doorway that went to the Private Rooms upstairs. And there'd be a steady stream of guys headed that way too. Seeing that happen always made Fran's cock tingle and her nipples perk up. "Some day," she thought to herself, "some day that's going to be me. I'm going to be that fuckmeat. I'm going to be that sexy gurl the men can't get enough of. Some day..."

Then, one night before the Club opened for business and Fran started her shift, Mr. D called her into his office. Fran's Mistress was there too. Fran felt her skin flush and worried that she'd done something wrong. Instead, she'd done something right. A lot of somethings. But, Mr. D was still Mr. D.

"Strip." He commanded, just as harshly this time as he had that first time. Fran quickly complied and had shimmied out of her uniform almost before his words passed his lips. Her bra and panties were next and she was just about to pop her garters when Mr. D told her to stop and stand up straight. Fran's Mistress strode over with a wicked gleam in her eyes and deftly unlocked Fran's chastity cage. Then she stood to one side as Mr. D walked up to Fran. Fran once again felt like a piece livestock being examined by a perspective buyer. And that turned her on fiercely.

"Oh yeah," Mr. D purred. "These bitch tits are coming along nicely." He cupped and pawed and pulled at Fran's swollen fleshy mounds. "Bs, definitely," he said looking over at Fran's Mistress. She smiled and then brushed his hands away as she took Fran's nipples in her fingers and began working them. Nothing so crude as Mr. D's pawing, this was a lover's touch and Fran moaned with pleasure. Fran's flush spread across her ivory skin. She licked her collagen plumped lips and had to focus to remain as still as she could. Both of the dominants could tell that Fran was very much getting turned on.

"Yeah," snickered Mr. D, "just like all these sissies - once they've been on the juice long enough even a slight breeze across those nips will set 'em off." He then reached down and grasped Fran's balls and cock. Fran was clearly excited down there as her cock had swollen noticeably as her Mistress began playing with Fran's nipples. But Fran's cock was far from being hard or even really getting erect. Something which Mr. D had a huge smile over.

"Oh that's perfect. That's just fucking perfect. Does she ever get really hard any more?" he asked Fran's Mistress, completely ignoring Fran standing right in front him.

"Only when I've been fucking her for a good while, edging her, and playing with her nipples a lot. She can't cum unless she's got something up her ass either. We had a great time working at that, didn't we honey?" she said as she leaned in and kissed Fran on the lips, smothering Fran's reply by forcing her tongue into Fran's willing mouth.

"Okay, now for the next part." Mr. D said as he stepped back and undid the zipper of his pants, bringing his hardening cock out in the process. "Time to see if that mouth of yours is good for anything more than just pouting and kisses between you and the other gurls out on the floor." He said, leeringly.

Fran's Mistress nodded her encouragement and the deeply emasculated male quickly sank to her knees in front of her boss and reached out with her nicely manicured fingers to lightly touch her superior's shaft. Looking up at the man now towering over her, Fran batted her prettily shadowed eyes mascaraed and lashes at Mr. D and begged in her most girlish sultry voice, "Please, Mr. D, may I suck your cock now?"

"Good gurl, yes, you may." He replied. He then barely gave Fran time to get her lips around the head of his shaft before he took hold of Fran's head and thrust his cock fully past her lips while pulling her head onto him, burying Fran's nose in his pubes. Fran only coughed a little bit as Mr. D's thick shaft forced its way into her and started down her throat. As her eyes began to water from the skull fucking she was now receiving, Fran was thankful for all the deep throat training she and his Mistress had done in the months leading up to this moment. Fran's cock sucking skills weren't perfect but she wasn't gagging constantly or choking on the meat in her throat. And Fran remembered to swirl her pierced tongue around Mr. D's shaft each time he pushed himself fully in and held Fran in place. Mr. D soon began cursing and growling at Fran.

"Oh, that's it. Yeah, suck my cock you fucking bitch. Suck it good you little faggot. That's it you cunt. Wrap your lips around your master's cock and lick it like that. Good girl. Good cocksucker. That it pussy bitch. Suck that cum out of me. You want that cum don't you, sissy! Don't you! Fuck... work that mouth. Suck it... Yes... Yeah, that's right, choke on it bitch. Let me make you gag on it. You like that? You like that! I do. I like mashing your nose into my crotch. Yeah, breathe it deep cocksucker. Breathe deep. You're gonna get a lot of that. Fuccccckk..... Yeah. Swirl that tongue. Oh fuck. We'll put in another stud in that tongue. You'll be a real lisping faggot then! Yeaaaaaahhhh.... Suck it gurl. Suck it you cocksuckingfaggotsissyfuckmeatbitch.... yeah.... Uhhhh....ummm...... Ahhhhh..... You swallow it all now bitch! Swallow it all! Swallow..... OOOhhh YEAH!"

Fran was choking on Mr. D's cock as it pulsed in her throat. She'd wrapped her hands around his buttcheeks and held on desperately as he thrashed his hips back and forth. She felt his shaft pulse in her mouth and on her lips. It was only later that she felt any regret at not getting to taste Mr. D's cum spraying into her mouth. He'd shot down into her throat instead. He held Fran's head in a vise grip and she thought she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen but then he relented and pulled himself out of her mouth, allowing her to breathe with wracking gasps. The saliva and precum slime drooled out of her mouth as Fran gasped. Looking up, she saw her Mistress beaming with pride and with lust at Fran. And Fran saw Mr. D recovering from his climax and his sneer returning to his face. That didn't take long, she mused.

Mr. D stepped back, picked up Fran's Pussy Boy cocktail uniform and used it to wipe off his cock and balls with. Fran had a sudden flash of memory of what that uniform was like when she first got it - there was a stain on it that looked a lot like dried cum and spit as well. Mr. D smirked.

"Yeah, bitch, it's part of the tradition around here. It's the last test. If you can handle being skull fucked by me then you'll probably do alright with the Members. The Platinum Members. This Pussy Boy uniform now gets passed on to the next wannabe girl. You, my dear, are now a Pussy Girl. Your new uniform is there on the couch. You start tonight." He informed her.

A wave of emotions swept over Fran. This was it! This is what she'd been working for! This is what she'd been hoping for. All those nights working the tables and putting up with all that pawing and groping and teasing - to just go home at the night's end with nothing more than pinch mark bruises, sore nipples and damp panties. And even more bills to pay for the next round of hormone shots or collagen injections or whatever.

She'd made it! Tears began gushing out of her eyes. No doubt all the hormones she was so pickled with didn't help. She had become much more emotional, as almost always happens when so long on the juice. But this was big stuff and it was one hell of an emotional roller coaster for Fran. Her tears of joy were genuine. As was her throwing herself at Mr. D and wrapping her arms around his thighs, burying her weeping face between his legs. She was babbling her thanks and her promises not to let him down and that she'd be his best gurl ever...his best sissy ever.. and that it was so great.. and that he was so wonderful... and it was... and he was... and she would... and...

And Mr. D reached down and pried himself out of Fran's grip with a surprising gentleness. Pushing her back on her heels, he cupped her chin up to look at his face as he bent over her.

"Fran, that's a good gurl. You are a good gurl. Maybe you can be all that. Maybe you can be one of my best. You're work isn't over babe. It's a lot different now that you are a Girl. A Pussy Girl. This still might not be right for you. I think it is. Your Mistress thinks it is. Some of the Members think so to. Now, it's up to you Fran. Prove us all right. Now, go clean yourself up. Wipe the tears out of those eyes. I don't want anyone thinking I beat you or something! Go on you two! Fran, you start on Section B tonight. Oh, and since tonight is your first time as a Pussy Girl you are fully booked already. But, being the asshole that I am, I'm not gonna tell you which ones have got the privilege of popping your "Pussy Galore Club Pussy Girl cherry." So, you'll have to work harder pleasing 'em all just in case, huh!" he said with a smile.

Fran scrambled to her feet thanked Mr. D again as she picked up her new uniform from the couch. The platinum trim never looked so beautiful to her as it did in that moment. Fran had truly arrived. And now she could truly begin working - working the Club!