SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

Friday…

With his wife out of town on business for the weekend, it was the perfect opportunity, and Andrew knew it. He hadn’t done it often, only a handful of times, but even though he couldn’t, the thought of it was almost always on his mind. But he knew it was simply too great a risk ever to take so wantonly. Wearing panties always felt like committing a crime, and the scene had to be cleaned, everything just so before Laura returned. Even though he knew that wasn’t the case, that it wasn’t a big deal. Or shouldn’t be. Besides, women wore men’s clothes all the time. How was this any different?

And yet, somehow, it was. So even after he had dropped her off at the airport, he waited until she had confirmed her check-in for the flight and then waited until he had seen that her flight had taken off. And then it was time.

He opened their bedroom door, his pulse already quickening as he approached the chest of drawers. Three days. Three glorious days. That meant three pairs of panties no one would know he was wearing. He’d spent the last three weeks tossing and turning as he tried to work up the courage to go into town, but when he woke up this morning, he knew it was all for naught. He would chicken out. Just like last time. Just like always. The risk was simply too great, even if the chances of anyone finding out were low. How often does someone take their pants off in public anyway?

But at least he had the house to himself. No visitors planned, nothing to do since he’d already done the grocery shopping. No, for the next three days, he could dress however he liked, and none would be the wiser. The only question on his mind at that moment was which pair of his wife’s panties he would put on. And so, with trembling fingers, Andrew pulled the drawer open and found himself staring down at his wife’s underwear drawer.

Laura wasn’t exactly a liberal woman when it came to her choice in underwear. She favored practicality and comfort over anything sexy. Hence, the options were mostly nude or navy blue briefs. While Andrew relished the opportunity to wear anything softer than his own underwear, he shook his head and began to fish for something more playful, more exciting. He knew she had more fun underwear, or funderwear, as she referred to it, because he had gotten a three-pack of tropical print tangas for her himself, with the express hope of wearing them himself. And that had been no simple feat, for he was always paranoid when lingerie shopping. Somehow, he felt the ladies who worked in that department always knew he was buying panties for himself. The fact that the ladies always looked like supermodels didn’t exactly help him keep his cool.

But alas, he did not find them. Strange, he thought, before realizing she must have packed them herself. A wave of regret rolled over him. Why did he not pack her suitcase?! Next time, he thought—next time. Sighing sadly, he didn’t give up hope, settling on a black pair of high-waisted briefs. They weren’t remarkable, but he knew he would enjoy himself as soon as he had them on.

Oh, it was always an intense experience for him, taking off his own clothes, shaving his pubic hair carefully and then moisturizing before he would slide the panties on up his legs. Sometimes he would ice himself beforehand to ensure he fit into them easily, but since the tangas were nowhere to be found, Andrew knew he needn’t worry. He was a bit smaller than average in the penis size department, which had always been a point of shame for him when he was younger, but now was something he quietly enjoyed whenever he would look down and see himself snug in his wife’s panties.

Having shaved already and with no need to shrink himself with a cool pack, Andrew undressed and stepped one foot and then the second into the high-waisted briefs and pulled them up his legs until they rested on his hips, a sigh of relief escaping him.

What to do now? Should he put on a sports bra? His wife’s Japanese-printed lotus kimono and enjoying a glass of wine, feeling very cosmopolitan? Or just enjoy the sun warming his skin?

Wait, he thought. The sun?

The shades. He hadn’t drawn them!

Andrew immediately panicked, hitting the floor before anyone had seen him and had anyone seen him? Poor Andrew was soon near hyperventilating.

And then the doorbell rang.

Should he answer it? He had to; he couldn’t afford not to. Who was it? Should he get dressed? Of course he should, but his clothes were in the bedroom. Andrew tried to get a grip; whoever had rung the doorbell couldn’t possibly be at his bedroom window. Andrew shook his head, feeling like his life was about to wash down the drain. How could he convince Laura they needed to move? What could he say? Was he losing his mind?

The doorbell rang again. Andrew peeked into his bedroom. The coast was clear; he crawled forward on his hands and knees, grabbed his pants and shirt, and hurriedly got dressed. The doorbell buzzed again, but only the first part, the humming between the ding and the dong, as whoever was ringing it was impatient. Andrew rushed to the door and opened it.

Of course, it was Eric, a smug smirk on his face.

‘Hey Andy, mind if I come in?’ Eric asked innocently before nodding back at his house. ‘Power’s out at my place.’

Almost involuntarily, Andrew stepped back and invited him in.

‘Come on in,’ Andrew said sheepishly, wondering how that was possible since his own power was not out and they were on the same central grid. Eric stepped inside and seemed to take great pleasure in walking around their living room as if he had never been there before. As if somehow, it now belonged to him.

Andrew couldn’t read him. They’d met Eric a few times socially at barbeques, and Laura had wanted to invite him over for dinner, but they never seemed to get around to that. Beyond that, they only knew he wore a suit to work at whatever job it was he did and that he was in good enough shape to wear tight trunks at the pool. Aside from that, zilch.

‘Can I get you anything?’ Andrew asked, hoping to make it less awkward, at least for himself.

‘Thanks, Andrew,’ Eric said casually. ‘You and Laura have always been very neighborly, you know that?’ Eric said.

‘What would you like? Beer? Water? Coffee?’ Andrew asked nervously, feeling like a waitress on her first day on the job.

Eric looked back at his host, a knowing look on his face.

‘Coffee? No thanks. And as wired as you seem, I don’t think you need any either. But I will take a beer. Nothing fancy. And get one for yourself too, might help you relax.’

Andrew went to the fridge and got two pale ales, taking the opportunity to sigh deeply. Was this really just a social visit? Wait, no. His power was out. Andrew shook his head. Why did he feel like Eric had permitted him to get a beer from his own fridge? Did he know about Eric? Anything he could hold over his head? Any card that could be played or complaint made? What did he want in exchange for silence? Money? Blackmail? Surely not just a beer.

No. Eric was a perfect neighbor. He kept his lawn clean and didn’t cause any disturbances. What did he even do for a job? It seemed like he traveled often. Something in business. Or tech, maybe.

When Andrew returned to his living room with the beer, he saw that Eric was gone.

‘Eric?’ he called out.

‘In here,’ Eric said from down the hall.

Still in damage-control mode, Andrew scampered down the hall and found Eric at the door to his bedroom, his attention on the white briefs on the floor.

‘A bit messy, aren’t you?’ Eric asked, nodding at his underwear.

Andrew laughed nervously and hurried to pick them up.

‘Oh, Laura’s out of town for the weekend,’ he said with a shrug as he folded them in a needlessly meticulous fashion. ‘You know how it is.’

Eric scoffed, still with a knowing smile on his face. Andrew’s heart was pounding; what did he know? Did he know? What game was he playing?

‘Yeah, I know how it is…’ Eric said at last, trailing off.

Andrew opened the can of beer and handed it to Eric, who took it without saying thanks. Eric took a slow sip, slurping loudly.

The awkward silence remained for a moment before Eric entered the room and sat down on the bed as if it were now his.

‘Oh man, I tell you, Andy. On days like this, nothing beats a cold beer and a blow job, you know?’

Andrew’s ears perked up; did he really just say that?

Eric reclined a bit on Andrew’s bed, still with that smirk on his face.

‘I have the beer, but not the blowjob.’

Andrew remembered his unopened beer and took a deep pull. Eric said nothing, and the silence remained.

‘What is this all about?’ Andrew asked.

Eric shook his head cheekily.

‘I told you, Andy: You’re getting messy,’ he said, turning to the window. ‘Pull the shades if you like, but I think you enjoy an audience, don’t you?’

Andrew’s stomach dropped. He had seen. He had seen everything. It couldn’t have been more than two minutes, but he had seen.

‘Hey, I won’t tell anyone,’ Eric said reassuringly, as if reading his mind, ‘But silence has its price, and we both know what that is. Now draw the shade or leave it open, the choice is yours.’

Andrew laughed incredulously, as if it were all a joke and he had just realized it. But as his laugh faded, he could tell that it was no joke to Eric. He was dead serious.

‘Your wife’s gone for the weekend?’

Andrew nodded.

‘The whole weekend?’

‘Back on Monday,’ Andrew said quietly.

Eric nodded.

‘You love her, don’t you, Andy?’

Andrew said nothing.

‘But you love something else, too,’ Eric said before sighing deeply. ‘Marriage is tough, or so I’ve heard. I doubt she’d be too happy if she found out.’

Andrew could kick himself. Why hadn’t he ever told her? Surely it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

But it was. And he knew it. And Eric knew it too.

‘Pull the shades, Andrew.’

Andrew could tell he wasn’t joking. A blowjob? He had never given one. Not to a man at least, and really only to Laura on her birthday.

‘Eric, please.’

Eric clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

‘I already told you the terms. I bet you’ll never forget to pull the shades again, huh? But for now, I think you would benefit from a lesson. And I’m just the guy to give it to you.’

Andrew lowered his head in shame and slowly trudged over to the window. That’s not all you’re going to give me…

He pulled the shades. It was dark in the room, but only for a moment as Eric clicked on the lamp on his bedside table.

‘Now, strip. Down to your panties,’ Eric said, his tone firmer, as if he were not one to joke with.

Andrew unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall from his shoulders. And then unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down.

‘Not bad,’ Eric said before taking a sip from his beer. ‘Don’t you have anything sexier? A thong or something?’

Andrew shrugged.

‘No, Laura has some, but I guess she brought them on her trip.’

‘Huh,’ Eric said in an almost condescending fashion, ‘wonder why she’d do that? Say, I didn’t get much of a chance to see you from the street, but you’ve got a nice little figure, don’t you, Andy?’

Flattered, Andrew struck a pinup-girl pose for his neighbor, who nodded in approval. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy after all. He didn’t seem serious anymore. He even seemed… supportive.

‘Little on the small side, though, aren’t you? Poor Laura.’

The flattery vanished, and Andrew looked up with a flash of anger at the mention of his wife’s name.

‘Hey, relax,’ Eric said as if aware he’d crossed a line, but didn’t plan to apologize. ‘Me, I don’t mind. I think it’s kinda cute, actually. How long are you hard, Andy?’

Andrew felt like a ping pong ball being knocked back and forth. One moment he was threatening to blackmail him, the next moment he expected a blowjob, and then he was complimentary, and now… what was he now?

‘Come on, Andy, how hard?’ Eric asked again as if impatient.

‘Four inches,’ Andrew admitted.

Eric nodded as if that explained something and then began shaking his head.

‘Poor Laura,’ he said again.

But before Andrew could react, Eric raised his arm and spun his finger.

‘Turn around, let me see you from behind.’

Andrew did as he was told. It was degrading yet thrilling. Was this how it was to be a woman? To be sized up and down all the time by men?

‘Nice ass,’ Eric said approvingly. ‘You keep yourself in good shape, don’t you?’

Andrew had always focused on keeping his glutes toned, and he had always wanted to hear that from Laura.

A wave of shame rolled over him at the thought of her, and he began to tremble.

‘Hey, hey, hey,’ Eric said reassuringly. ‘We can take this as slow as you need to go. But we are going to make this happen. I need to teach you a lesson after all. I’m sure Laura wouldn’t approve of you wearing her panties, and that’s why I’m doing this. Now come here, sit beside me.’

Andrew made his way to his bed on wobbly legs and sat down next to his neighbor. He looked down at his dainty little package.

‘You feel bad, huh?’

Andrew nodded.

‘You should. With a four-inch cock, thinking you were making Laura happy. I can read women, Andy; she looked happier on her way out the door this morning than she had since… well… the last time she went on a business trip.’

Andrew sighed. What did it all mean? He heard Eric’s metal belt buckle open and then his fly. On some level, he knew exactly what it meant.

‘Now come on, Andrew. Don’t think about her right now. She’s enjoying her weekend. We’ll enjoy ours.’

‘Ours?’ Andrew asked as he suddenly felt Eric’s hand on the back of his neck, guiding him down to his neighbor’s crotch.

His cock was soft, but five inches or more. No wonder he was so confident, Andrew thought. But it was stiffening, waking up, stretching as if from hibernation.

‘Look, Andrew,’ Eric said from above him. ‘I know this is new for you, but I think you’d be more comfortable on your knees.’

Andrew didn’t need more encouragement; he slid off the bed and lowered himself to his knees, resting his hands on Eric’s thighs.

‘That’s it. That’s good,’ Eric said, his voice softer, but still firm. ‘That’s better, isn’t it?’

Andrew nodded. And slowly began inching towards his neighbor’s crotch.

Eric spread his legs a bit, inviting Andrew closer. His cock was now awake and pointing right at his face. It was long but not unnaturally so. Eric was a real man. And Andrew realized he was not.

‘Now come here, baby, don’t be scared,’ Eric said, placing his hand on the back of Andrew’s head and pulling him closer.

Andrew didn’t fight it, and as his mouth angled over Eric’s cock, it was in his mouth before he knew it.

Eric was pleased, breathing slowly, purposefully, enjoying himself. Which made Andrew proud, in a strange sort of way. He had always wondered if he was any good. Or how he might be, if he were with a man.

He couldn’t imagine what Laura might think if she walked in on the two of them, of her husband wearing her panties, the neighbor’s cock in his mouth. She’d file for divorce. No question. But as Eric murmured his arousal, Andrew stopped thinking about her.

As he continued bobbing his mouth upon Eric’s cock, Eric began to tense. It was coming. Andrew couldn’t believe it. Was he a natural? Was this how it all worked? Laura had never blown him; was he better than her? Better than nothing at least. Andrew stopped thinking and listened to the sounds of pleasure coming from his neighbor- what praise, what compliments.

But as Eric’s breathing grew shallow, the best compliment of all was yet to come, and with a final grunt, Andrew felt Eric’s semen in his mouth. He still couldn’t believe it. Andrew looked up at him, waiting for him to react, to return to earth.

Eric exhaled slowly as if in a daze and looked down at him.

‘You going to swallow?’ Eric asked expectantly.

Andrew hadn’t even given it a thought. He didn’t think he’d get this far. He didn’t think anything like this would even happen. And without a second thought, he swallowed loudly, making an almost obnoxious gulping sound before resting his head on Eric’s bare thigh.

‘Not bad, Andy. It is still Andy, isn’t it?’

Andrew looked up at him in confusion.

‘What else would it be?’

A mischievous smile slipped onto Eric’s face.

‘I was thinking something more feminine… Maybe Andrea?’

Andrew smiled bashfully. It wasn’t a bad nickname.

‘You’ll have to remember to answer to it when we go out,’ Eric said, knocking his beer back.

Andrew’s spine stiffened.

‘What? Go out? Are you serious?’

Eric buckled his pants and stood up.

‘Very, Andrea. We’ll have to go shopping. Find you a wig and makeup. Something to wear, too. Maybe a little black dress; you’ll have to shave your legs. And some new lingerie, something slutty. Really slutty.’

Andrew’s, or rather, Andrea’s, head was now spinning. Would he be able to do any of this? And even if he did, would he ever be able to go back to being Andrew? As Eric took his hand and pulled him to his feet, he continued his list.

‘Perfume, maybe some thigh-highs, oh and a butt plug, we’ll definitely need that, and a chastity cage too…’

Andrea shrugged. They did have the whole weekend ahead of them…

*****

Saturday Morning…

Andrew felt tired, and worse, he looked it. The night had been restless. His mind was on constant shuffle between the fear of further blackmail by Eric and how much it all turned him on. How it all seemed to have happened by chance, but even that seemed impossible. What really were the odds of his neighbor spotting him through the window wearing his wife’s panties and then acting on it with such bravado? To walk into his house, into his very bedroom, force him to strip down to his panties and blow him? Who does that?

Who indeed, he thought as he walked over to Eric’s house with two to-go cups of coffee, as ordered. Hopefully by the end of the weekend, it would be over, or he would at least have more insights into his neighbor. Would Eric really go through with all that he had promised? A chastity cage? A butt plug? It all seemed so extreme to him; he didn’t even know what half of this stuff meant. Where would it even begin? But he guessed it already had. And the way Eric talked, he seemed to know what he was doing, that this was all some formula to turn him into a naughty little slut. And Andrew felt he had no choice but to follow his neighbor’s orders… or else his life as he knew it was over. Goodbye, Laura, goodbye reputation, he thought.

Eric’s instructions had been simple: Shave his entire body except for the hair on his head and be waiting at Eric’s front door at 8:45 in the morning with two coffees, and, of course, wearing another pair of his wife’s panties underneath his clothes. And even though Andrew was wearing her most conservative briefs, he couldn’t worry that this was somehow worse. Eric had said he looked sexy, that he had a nice ass, he even complimented him on his small prick, and that never happened. So the last thing he wanted to do was displease him.

As Andrew’s feet crunched across the lawn, he felt like he was walking a tightrope. He didn’t know anything anymore, but as Eric’s front door opened before Andrew even had time to knock, he at least knew one thing: Eric was eager.

‘Sleep well, darling?’ Eric said patronizingly as he took one of the coffees from him.

‘No,’ Andrew muttered, following Eric to his car. ‘And don’t call me that.’

Eric clicked his tongue before he took a sip.

‘Oh, come on, Andrea, relax. I thought I meant more to you than that. Especially after that terrific blowjob yesterday.’

Andrew flinched and looked around, thankful that their suburban neighbors slept in on weekends.

‘Ready to go shopping? Here, let me get that for you,’ Eric said, rushing to open the passenger side door for Andrew.

Andrew could never tell when Eric was joking or being genuine with him.

‘Thanks,’ Andrew said quietly as he got in.

Eric bowed extravagantly.

‘Of course, my dear. You are a lady after all.’

Andrew blushed and looked away.

The first place they stopped was an adult toy store. Andrew had never set foot inside the place, but he drove past it often on his way to work, and the hypersexual adverts always caught his eye. Eric, meanwhile, seemed to have no such qualms.

‘Hey Sandy, this is Andrea,’ Eric said, introducing her to the clerk, a woman in her mid-forties. ‘Andrea, Sandy.’

Sandy shook her head and laughed.

‘Nice to meet you, Andrea,’ Sandy said without looking at him as she continued speaking to Eric. ‘Found another one at last, huh?’

Eric shrugged and smiled, but didn’t say a thing.

‘All right, Andrea, let’s get you set up,’ Sandy said, taking Andrew by the hand.

Andrew followed along with her and turned to look back at Eric, a thousand questions running through his mind.

‘Don’t mind me, Andrea, I’ll just be shopping around.’

Andrew felt like a kid in school who’d been sent to the principal’s office. Everywhere he looked, he was terrified he would be recognized, but thankfully everyone else in the store seemed to be in their own world, too.

‘So, how’d you meet Eric?’ Sandy asked as they turned down an aisle. ‘Come on, wigs are this way.’

‘He’s my neighbor,’ Andrew said quietly.

Sandy pointed at the rack of wigs.

‘Blonde, red, brunette or black? What’s your preference?’

Andrew scanned the shelf; they came in all different shades. He wasn’t sure whether he was allowed to pick himself, or if Eric should. But then again, he reasoned, if Eric wanted black, he would have said so.

‘That one looks nice,’ Andrew said, his voice sounding a little higher.

‘Blonde, it is!’ Sandy said, taking it off the mannequin head and handing it to him.

‘Thanks. Uh, Sandy?’ Andrew said, his voice normal again.

‘Yeah?’ Sandy asked casually.

Andrew cleared his throat.

‘How does this work?’ he asked, fidgeting with the wig. ‘I mean, I’ve never done this before.’

Sandy rested a hand on his wrist to stop him from playing with the wig.

‘Just relax. Eric knows what he’s doing. You’re not the first he’s done this with.’

‘But what is “this?”‘ Andrew asked, trying not to sound frustrated.

Sandy shook her head, a faint smile on her lips.

‘You’re being feminized, Andrea. Pure and simple sissification.’

Andrew could imagine what the words meant, but didn’t know exactly what they meant.

‘As I said, relax. We’ll get you set up, oh wait,’ Sandy said suddenly as she turned to a shelf of small cardboard boxes. ‘Butt plugs, those are here; let’s grab those first and then get you some panties. And then the cages are the next aisle over,’ Sandy said as if she had memorized Eric’s list.

Andrew was staring at a box with a very voluptuous woman who seemed to be enjoying the gift of life.

‘Anything look nice to you?’

‘That one, I guess,’ Andrew said somewhat reluctantly as he pointed to one stainless steel plug bejeweled with a pink diamond.

‘Excellent choice, very classy. And good for beginners,’ Sandy said as she took the box and handed it to him.

‘I don’t want to sound like an idiot, Sandy,’ Andrew said as she stared down at the box, almost afraid of it, ‘but what does a butt plug do?’

Sandy didn’t bat an eye, as if she’d heard it all before.

‘Opens your asshole up a bit,’ Sandy said flatly, ‘you know so that you can take cock.’

Andrew’s breath came up shallow. Is that what Eric’s endgame was?

‘Oh.’

‘Hey, you okay, Andrea? You look a little pale,’ Sandy asked, resting her hand on his shoulder.

‘Just a little nervous, I guess.’

Sandy gave his shoulder a little squeeze before nodding him onward.

‘Don’t worry. As I said, relax. Hardest part is already over. From now on, the only hard things are going to be a lot of fun,’ she said with a wink. ‘Now let’s get you some panties. That usually cheers you sissies up.’

Andrew followed along, wig in one hand and butt plug in the other; he was still unsure, but even he couldn’t hide the pep he now had in his step. Just relax, he thought; she knows what she’s doing. She’s a professional.

And she was right: no sooner had they turned onto the next aisle than Andrew’s spirits lifted considerably at the vast selection of panties before him. Lacey ones, frilly ones, thongs, tangas, bikinis. Past that, bras ranged from tight sports bras, bralets, some bras that even seemed to give off the impression that the wearer had breasts; that was not to mention the frilly pink nighties, kimonos, and anything else a would-be slut would want.

‘See anything you like?’ Andrea heard Sandy ask

Andrea nodded.

‘Just point, dear, Eric said it’s all on his dime.’

It was a feast for her eyes.

‘He’s so sweet,’ Andrea said, her voice higher than Andrew’s would have been. ‘I’ll take a pair of those panties,’ Andrea said, her voice catching in her throat from excitement as she pointed at a pink thong. ‘And those!’ a pair of cheeky panties, ‘and those, too.’

And so it went. Until Sandy stepped away to get a shopping cart for her, Andrea was fidgeting again, but this time not from nerves but from excitement, hoping Sandy would return soon and that the cart would be big enough for everything she wanted.

‘Enjoying your shopping?’ came a male voice in her ear.

‘Yes!’ Andrea said gleefully, turning he head to see that it was Eric before turning back to the wall of lingerie.

Eric took the wig from her hands and put it over her head.

‘Gentlemen do prefer blondes,’ he said as he began kissing her neck.

‘Oh, Eric,’ Andrea said bashfully, ‘is that what you are? I think not!’

‘Hmmmm,’ Eric said as if he wasn’t sure, his hand slipping from her stomach to her crotch, where he felt her erection. ‘Let’s not forget the cage. You should wear it before you try on any of the panties, okay?’

‘Mkay,’ Andrea said without another thought, before she turned to him, ‘why? What does it do?’

‘It gets rid of these troublesome little erections,’ Eric said as he squeezed her erection. ‘We’re going all the way. I know things are moving fast, but that’s only because we haven’t much time.’

Andrea nodded. Would it get rid of them permanently? How did this all work? What did it mean to go all the way? And lastly, would Andrew be able to come back? Or was this all permanent?

Before Andrea could ask any of these questions, Sandy rounded the corner with a shopping cart.

‘Throw it all in, dear,’ Sandy said as she pulled up with the cart, and Andrea did just that.

‘Next stop, chastity cages, please,’ Andrea said, her voice still higher than Andrew’s would have been. It would take a bit of practice, she knew, but she was confident she would be sounding more feminine in no time.

But her spirits faltered when she saw the cages. And cage was just the right word. They all seemed so unforgiving. The fact that most of them were made from steel didn’t help.

‘Don’t worry, Andrea,’ Eric said soothingly, his arms around her waist. ‘We’ll find something that’s just right for you. Sandy, Andrea’s already got a small clitty as it is.’

‘How small?’

‘Four inches hard,’ Andrew said.

‘No, dear, I mean soft. Trust me, it won’t matter how long you are hard when you’re in one of these things.’

Andrew looked down and cleared his throat, remembering his role. Andrea looked up and shrugged.

‘I’m sorry, I’ve actually never measured myself soft,’

‘No problem,’ Sandy said, pulling a measuring tape from her pocket. ‘You mind pulling your pants down?’

Andrew was taken aback.

‘Here? In the store? In front of everyone?’ Andrew asked, nearly taking a step back.

Sandy shook her head.

‘Sorry, dear, but sissies don’t get much privacy. Sometimes they get their skirts lifted, sometimes they get their panties pulled down. It’s just something you’re gonna have to get used to, isn’t that right, Eric?’

‘Certainly is,’ Andrew heard Eric say over his shoulder.

It was too much for poor Andrew, and he began backing away.

‘Um, I don’t think I have it in me, guys. To do this. To be a sissy, it’s just too much.’

But Sandy didn’t seem to hear his protests.

‘Help her out of her pants, please, Eric.’

‘Gladly,’ Eric said eagerly.

And before Andrea knew it, her pants were pulled down to her ankles, and she was stepping out of them, now wearing only Laura’s briefs.

‘Glad we got you set up with something sexy…’ Sandy said disapprovingly. ‘Poor thing, is this all you had to wear?’

Andrea nodded bashfully. Finally, someone who understood. She wanted to say something, but felt too awkward as Sandy leaned in to inspect her in a detached, almost clinical fashion.

‘You’re already small, that’s good,’ Sandy said in a way that did not seem ingenuine. ‘You’ll look so hot in what we got you…’

Andrea felt her blood rush; finally, a compliment about her penis, or rather, her clit. Sandy looked up at him and sighed understandably.

‘Okay, dear, I’ll try to be quick, and I’ll try to be gentle,’ Sandy said as she softly folded Andrea’s panties down until her clitoris was out for the entire store to see.

Andrew shivered and looked up, wondering what other customers might make of this scene if they saw him. Would they complain? Or worse, call the police? He could imagine it all too well: Laura getting a phone call from her loser husband from jail, begging for bail money, arrested for indecent exposure.

 

‘Hmmm…’ Sandy said casually, as if in no hurry to measure as she stared only inches away from Andrea’s clit.

‘Yes!’ Andrew peeped expectantly, hoping she would take the measurement quickly.

And just at that moment, a man in a cowboy hat turned down the aisle; he was in his mid-forties and did not look like the type who was very open-minded. He immediately took an interest in them.

‘Two and a half…’ Sandy said before accidentally letting her measuring tape slip back in, ‘oops! Gotta be careful with this thing.’

‘Please hurry,’ Andrew hissed, terrified and close to pulling away, but even if he covered himself, he still wouldn’t have pants on. He looked back up at the approaching man. He was no longer curious, more amused than anything else.

‘No, two and three-quarters… no, two and five-eighths.

‘Measure twice, Sandy,’ Eric said, enjoying his sissy’s exposure, ‘we need proper measurements for the cage.’

‘Do I tell you how to do your job, Eric?’ Sandy said, in frustration, no longer bothering with the measurement.

‘What’s this all about?’ The cowboy asked, a look of amusement on his face.

‘Measuring for a cage. Little sissy here’s in training.’

The cowboy nodded, tilting his hat onto the back of his head.

‘Training, huh?’ he said with a laugh. ‘Hoo, boy. A sissy in training. One of my favorite things, ‘xcept of coarse a sissy who’s been trained. Can’t beat that by a country mile. Give me a ring when you’re finished bein’ educated, honey,’ the cowboy said as he slipped his card into the back of Andrea’s panties and gave her behind a squeeze.

Andrea was trembling now, her legs nearly giving way.

‘All right, two and a half,’ Sandy said with a shrug, ‘that’s good enough, she’s doing well. Eric, tell her she’s doing well.’

Andrea felt Eric’s hand on her backside.

‘You’re doing great, baby. We’re almost finished here. Then we can get you dolled up and have some fun.’

Andrea didn’t reply in words, just murmured an affirmative.

‘Take this cage, and this one too,’ Sandy said, throwing two boxes into the cart.

‘What’s the difference?’ Eric asked as if he couldn’t be bothered.

‘Well, one’s just a cage, and the other, well, it’ll flatten everything together.’

‘Sounds like just what we’re after. Thanks, Sandy, we’ll get Andrea dressed and meet you at the counter,’ Eric said before resting his hand on the small of Andrea’s back and pushing her along.

‘Eric,’ Andrea said dizzily, ‘my pants, I… I don’t… I’m not wearing any pants.’

‘I know, darling,’ Eric said, his hand slipping down from her back to her ass. ‘You won’t be wearing any pants anymore…’

***

‘How’s it going in there, Andrea?’ Eric asks, growing impatient.

‘Just a few more minutes, honey,’ Andrea sings as she peeks out behind the curtain of the dressing room before disappearing again, hoping to buy herself a few more minutes. Can she really go through with this? Is she Andrea now? Andrew? She can’t tell.

‘Andrea, dear?’ comes Sandy’s voice from the other side. ‘Need any help?’

Andrea is trembling, her panties around her thighs, the cage in her hand; she’s just not sure she can go through with this.

‘Ummmmm,’ she says hesitantly.

Sandy pulls the curtain back and steps inside.

‘Hey!’ Andrea chirps.

Sandy rests a reassuring hand on Andrea’s shoulder.

‘It’s okay, dear. We’ve all been there. And I’m here to help. I’m happy to help. We, ladies, need to stick together.’

Andrea’s cheeks redden. Is she really a lady? Is that what she is now?

‘Now, look, It’ll be a bit uncomfortable, and like the butt plug, it’ll take some getting used to. Let’s start with that, first, okay?’ Sandy says as she squirts some lubricant on the anal plug. ‘Turn around, dear, I’ll be gentle.’

Andrea nodded and reluctantly turned. Her cheeks are spread, and the plug is pushed inside her.

‘Oh!’ She squeaked.

‘Feels funny, doesn’t it? You’ll get used to it. Now, let’s take a look at that cage.’

Andrea turned around, still with her panties around her thighs; every movement she felt stimulated, widened, opened up for the world. It was dizzying.

‘Mkay,’ she hummed, experiencing the amazing sensation of the plug inside her, stirring her, waking her up.

‘Now, I’ll take care of this,’ Sandy said as she took the cage from Andrea’s hands. ‘But first, maybe you want to take care of that?’

Andrea looked down to see that her clitoris was erect.

‘Oh my gosh, Sandy, I’m so sorry.’ She sputtered.

Sandy shook her head.

‘Relax, dear. I’ve seen them before, remember? Only I normally prefer mine a lot longer. Do you want to take care of that? It might be your last chance for a while.’

‘I’m not sure what Eric would say…’

Andrew didn’t know what he wanted, and Sandy could tell. She reached down and grabbed his small penis and began squeezing it.

‘One last time with a woman, dear,’ Sandy whispered as she pumped, the pressure building twice as fast from the excitement and the anal plug inside Andrea. ‘Your secret will be safe with me.’

It didn’t feel sexual, even though Sandy was jerking him off; it was something medical, like a chiropractor adjustment. Andrea breathed deeply and exhaled, trying to relax and enjoy what she could from it.

‘That’s it, dear,’ Sandy said encouragingly, ‘you got it. One last time with one of those pesky erections and then no more.’

As Andrea neared her climax, she tried out a quiet, feminine moan.

‘From now on, you’ll be getting fucked in your pussy until your clitty–‘

Andrea came, and Sandy was quick to catch it with a paper towel and began dabbing Andrea’s leaking clit.

‘Good girl,’ she said soothingly as Andrea tried not to lose her balance. ‘There, that ought to help you relax. And look, your clitty is already getting smaller again. Now, let’s get this settled, okay?’

‘Mkay,’ Andrea said sleepily as she kept her breathing steady.

It wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t painful, and soon Sandy had the flattening cage fixed to Andrea’s clitty, all of Andrew’s genitals kept so close together that they merged into almost nothing but a slight smooth nub. Sandy then pulled Andrea’s panties up over them and let the waistband go with a playful snap.

‘You look great, dear,’ Sandy said approvingly.

Andrea was still in a daze from the orgasm.

‘I do?’

Sandy placed two hands on Andrea’s shoulders and turned her to face the mirror.

‘See for yourself.’

Andrea didn’t recognize herself. Or at least, she didn’t recognize Andrew. He was gone. On vacation somewhere. And there was now a beautiful, sexy, slutty woman before her in only her bralet and a sexy pastel pink thong with white lace. Andrea slipped into a feminine pose that did not look inauthentic.

‘Yeah, you’re a bad bitch, aren’t you? Ready to get fucked hard,’ Sandy said encouragingly. ‘Be careful and have fun, dear. And prepare for the monster fuck of your life.’

‘Thanks, Sandy,’ Andrea said as she continued posing.

‘Sure thing, dear,’ Sandy said, leaving the curtain open behind her completely to reveal Andrea in only her lingerie to the store.

Andrea caught sight of Eric in the mirror’s reflection, sitting on a bench behind her, appraising her with a smile.

‘Very sexy, darling,’ he said hungrily.

Andrea turned and rushed towards him, hopping onto his lap.

‘You really think so, honey?’ she asked, her voice having found the perfect pitch.

‘Mmmhmmm,’ Eric said as he fondled her chest with one hand before sliding down her stomach to pat her caged clitoris. ‘Very sexy. Now why don’t you slip on that dress and let’s have some fun out on the town?’

‘Mhkay,’ Andrea sang as she hopped off his lap and ran back to the dressing room.

On the way, she noticed another man taking an interest in her and stopped to curtsy for him in an invisible dress, to which he whistled. Turning away with a bashful blush, she hurried to the dressing room and looked at herself one last time.

‘Bye Andrew, have a nice weekend,’ she said to her reflection before taking her dress out of the dressing room with her, hoping to drink in every moment of admiration from any horny men who might enjoy the sight of her getting dressed.

*****

Saturday Evening…

Andrea walked slowly, wobbling slightly in her new high heels. That, along with everything else, would take some getting used to. But they’d just come out of the beauty salon, and if anyone had noticed that she was a sissy, they hadn’t said a thing.

‘Hot night planned tonight?’ the stylist had asked as Andrea leaned back in her chair.

Andrea only nodded with a smile. Tonight, she was going to have her first experience with a man as a woman. And while she couldn’t be sure how all of it would play out, she was hoping she would get fucked in her pussy until she leaked like the naughty little slut she was. Sucking Eric’s cock had been nice, and his semen had been a wonderful reward, but she was hoping for something more. Hoping for something earth-shattering.

And now, with her face dolled up in foundation, eyeliner, and rouge, she truly looked the part of a woman presenting herself now if she could just get used to these damned heels! She heard Eric whistle in the parking lot before he noticed her wobbling and took her by the arm, guiding her along to the car.

‘So what’s the plan for the evening?’ Andrea asked gently, hoping he had a romantic dinner planned, with some tense badinage filled with double entendres, followed by passionate lovemaking. All the cliches, why not?

‘I was thinking maybe a threesome,’ Eric said as he opened her car door for her.

Andrea got in, noticed her minidress had rolled up, and began rolling it back down like she’d seen so many women do on TV.

‘What are you doing?’ Eric asked suddenly.

‘I was just–‘

‘Don’t,’ Eric said, taking the hem of her dress and rolling it up so that her panties were showing.

‘Eric!’ Andrea said bashfully, playing the part of a lady before realizing she didn’t have to, and that’s what Eric was trying to tell her.

‘Don’t be modest. That’s rule number one, darling. Sissies are sluts. Ladies don’t get their panties torn off in a one-night stand that ends with them leaking cum from their clit and their pussy, sluts do. Guess which one you are?’ his words were severe and forceful, but his tone was reprimanding, as if Andrea listened, then they would both be happier.

Andrea nodded. So much to learn, she thought as she watched Eric circle the car and get in on the driver’s side.

‘So a threesome, huh?’ she asked in a low voice, trying to sound more suggestive. ‘Who’s lucky number three?’

Eric smiled and cranked up the sports car’s ignition.

‘I haven’t decided, maybe a guy, maybe a girl, either way, you’re going to pick them up for us, but that’s for tonight, we shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves.’

As Eric’s sports car peeled out of the parking lot, Andrea tried to leave her inhibitions there. She was excited, even turned on, as much as she could be; it was more anticipation than desire. If she were honest, she didn’t know what she found more arousing. Getting fucked by two guys, taking one’s cock in her mouth while the other fucked her pussy, satisfying them both, or fucking them one after another. But then again, being seen as a sissy slut by another woman had its own appeal… what would the other woman even say? Would she be into it? That seemed like the final hurdle to jump, being seen as a woman by another woman. She just wished she wasn’t so nervous. Andrew had never been good at hitting on women, so that seemed impossible, but the idea of picking up a guy seemed even more fraught with peril.

‘Eric…’ Andrea said reluctantly, ‘I just don’t think I can go in there.’

They had been sitting outside the waxing parlor for ten minutes, and Andrea still couldn’t work up the nerve to go inside.

‘Come on, baby, men and women get Brazilian waxes all the time,’ Eric said reassuringly.

Andrea sighed again. Eric had been so patient, so nice, but still…

‘But I shaved…’ Andrea said weakly, ‘isn’t that enough?’

Eric rested a hand on her thigh and patted it.

‘And I’m sure you did a great job, but we need your pussy completely hairless. This will make sure there are no loose hairs. That would be embarrassing, wouldn’t it?’

Andrea didn’t know what to do. She was happy to follow Eric wherever he led her, orders, but this… just seemed too much.

‘All right, let me show you something,’ Eric said as he cranked his car. ‘If you still don’t want to get waxed after seeing it, you won’t have to.’

‘Thanks,’ Andrea said meekly.

Back at Eric’s house, Eric went down to his basement for something, leaving Andrea to snoop around the house a bit. She was impressed with his decorum; it was all very classy, with lots of dark green and burgundy wallpaper and classic movie posters on the walls. It felt completely alien to all the other typical suburbs flair she’d seen in the neighborhood. Whatever Eric did for a living, he had style.

‘Okay, come on down, baby. You’re all set,’ Andrea heard him call from the basement.

Baffled, but under obligation to comply, she headed downstairs and was relieved to see it was as chic as the rest of his house. His basement was a single room, decked out like a movie theatre from the golden age of cinema.

‘We’re going to watch a movie?’ she asked confusedly.

Eric leaned in and kissed her on the neck while patting her ass.

‘You are. I’m not. I’ve got to make a very important phone call about a meeting I have scheduled tomorrow.’

Andrea didn’t want to show it, but she was distraught that Eric had a meeting planned for what would be their final day together. And Eric read her like a book.

‘My work never ends, baby, even on the weekend. So just sit down, relax, enjoy the tapes, and I’ll be back when it’s done.’

‘Well, what am I watching?’

Eric sighed patiently and checked his watch.

‘You’ve got talent for sucking cock, Andrea. Really, you do. But as I said, we don’t have much time. This is something called Sissy-Hypno; it’ll help you get more in the mood, you know? Just trust me, I know what I’m doing. Now sit down, relax, and enjoy. I’ve got to run,’ and before she could ask another question, he was hitting a button on the projector and bounding up the stairs.

Unsure if hypnosis was even real outside of the movies, Andrea sat down in the middle of the row of theatre seats. The lights dimmed, and the reel began running in the projector.

And she was bombarded with an onslaught on her senses—sight, sound, touch, smell, taste. Everything happening and almost all at once. Quick cuts, hard cuts, slow transitions between, fast vibrating, vibrators vibrating, the room vibrating.

Andrea gripped the armrests tight, worried she might have a seizure. At first, it was almost too much, but after the initial rush, she fell into a rhythm. She began to surrender: clips running at the same time, side by side, laid over each other, moans overlaid, moans echoing, instructions for her to follow; she felt pleasure when she did, spreading her legs when told, fingering her caged clitoris when told, moaning like the video wanted her to, how she should moan when she’s getting fucked. “Be a good sissy.” The video told her again and again and again and again.

Andrea’s head was swimming. It was a rush of sensations she had never experienced before; she gripped her armrests tight, careful not to dig her nails into the cushion too much. She had one and one thing only on her mind, and that was what the video was telling her, but she knew Andrew was still there, somewhere inside her, still fighting, still hanging on to being a man.

But the video rolled on too and it could not be stopped: hard cocks being licked, leaking cocks being licked, erections taken into mouths, into pussies, naughty little bitches having their skirts lifted and their panties pulled down, torn down, torn off, naught little sluts laid on their backs with their legs lifted and a hard cock driven into their pussy while their limp little clit bounced back and forth, and then: dolled up faces ejaculated on, caged clits leaking, caged clits spraying, pussies leaking cum. Her pussy that would be leaking cum.

The message was simple and repeated: Find a man who’ll fuck the man out of you. And then find another who’ll fuck the rest of the man out of you. Get fucked until you’re a woman. And then get fucked more. You exist to please, you exist to be fucked, to be used, to be covered in cum, to be fucked hard, to be taken from behind, to be taken by two men at once, to be taken by a dozen horny men, each waiting patiently to fuck you, to fill you, to satisfy himself on you and in you. At the same time, you moan and take it like the slut you are.

When the video ended, Andrea was sitting in a dreamy daze, unsure of reality anymore, hoping someone would arrive soon to tell her. The lights returned to the room, and Eric stood before her, wearing a smart suit and looking sexier than ever.

‘How’s it going, Andrew?’ he asked.

Andrea looked up at him sleepily.

‘Andrew?’ she asked before shaking her head. Who was that? ‘I think you’re confused; I’m Andrea.’

‘Right! I’m so sorry, Andrea, of course,’ Eric said, nodding. ‘Are you ready for your waxing appointment?’

Andrea took his hand to help her up and followed him up the stairs.

‘Andrea? 4 pm Brazilian?’ the receptionist asked.

Andrea looked up from the glam magazine she had been looking at, her legs crossed daintily.

‘Yes, honey,’ Andrea replied sweetly.

‘This way, Lisa will see you now. First door on the left.’

Lisa was waiting in room number one.

‘Wow, girl, you look terrific! Big night tonight?’ Lisa asked enthusiastically.

Andrea liked her immediately.

‘Oh yes, a hot date planned. Might even turn into a threesome.’

Lisa shook her head as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves.

‘You’re a naughty one, aren’t you? Well, you know how this goes, just strip down to your panties, and we’ll get started.’

‘Mkay,’ Andrea said as she slipped out of her black mini dress.

She turned to gauge Lisa’s reaction to seeing her in just her bra and panties, but she didn’t seem to notice.

‘Oh, right, this is for the Brazilian. You’re my 4 o’clock, Andrea, right?’

‘Mmhmm,’ Andrea hummed.

Lisa patted the table.

‘Okay, just slip out of your panties and lie down on the table; we’ll have you ready for that date before you know it.’

Andrea did just that, slipping out of her panties the way she’d seen it done so many times in the video. It felt natural. It felt freeing.

‘Oh!’ Lisa said in surprise. ‘You’re a sissy?’

Andrea looked at her in confusion before remembering her caged clitty.

‘Yes, I hope that’s not a problem,’ Andrea said earnestly, but silently pleased that she had passed so well for a woman.

Lisa shook her head.

‘No, no, not at all!’ Lisa said quickly as if to defuse any offense. ‘I love sissies; they have the best stories. Just lay down, and we’ll have your pussy nice and smooth and ready for your date tonight.’

Andrea suppressed the instinct to lie down on her back and lift her legs, like she’d seen so many times in the video, like how she planned to be fucked later that night. That would be for later; this was business. This was just between the girls. So instead she lay on her stomach and lifted her tush a little higher.

‘Ready when you are,’ she hummed.

‘So…’ Lisa said, her voice lower, ‘whose it gonna be tonight? Do you already know? Or are you going to do some hunting?’

Andrea gasped as Lisa pushed the wax in between the cheeks of her pussy.

‘I have one ready, but I still plan to do some hunting.’

Lisa clicked her tongue and gave Andrea a playful spank.

‘You bad bitch,’ Lisa teased her. ‘Come on, roll over and let me do your front. I thought I saw a few stray hairs around your clitty. Not that any guy’s gonna notice, right? They never pay my clit any attention.’

‘Oh no!’ Andrea commiserated as she rolled onto her back.

Lisa nodded.

‘Yep, tell you the truth, I think guys should wear cages in these places. I can’t tell you how many dudes get hard-ons while they’re getting waxed.’

‘Sounds like I should change careers!’ Andrea said.

The appointment didn’t take long. And when Andrea left the salon, she had never felt better. Eric was waiting, leaning against the hood of his sports car.

‘Ready, baby?’

Andrea blew him a kiss as she walked to the passenger side door.

‘Ready and willing, honey.’

She was ready. Ready to be moaning, covered in sweat, lube, cum, and running make-up. It was like she was a slutty astronaut being shot into space, and when you go into space, you don’t come back…

‘Come here often?’ the frat guy asked.

He was handsome, young, early twenties, which would account for his eagerness. He wore a polo that accentuated his pectoral muscles; clearly, he went to the gym often. Andrea didn’t reply right away; the way she was dressed showed that she was easy. She didn’t have to go overboard, not yet at least. Besides, it was the first time she’d ever been hit on, and she wanted to enjoy it.

‘My first time,’ Andrea said coyly.

It would be a night of firsts. The question was whether the frat bro here would be interested. How to tell him? Should she? Or would she just play the part so well that by the time they undressed, his dick would be doing his thinking for him?

‘Let me buy you a drink then, you know, to celebrate,’ the frat guy said, slapping a twenty down on the bar. ‘Whatever the beautiful lady likes, Ralph.’

The bartender turned to Andrea, and Andrea picked up a glass of white wine.

‘Aren’t you a gentleman?’ she said bashfully.

The frat bro shrugged and held out his hand. Andrea couldn’t tell if he were flexing his wrist muscles or if they were always that big.

‘Trey,’ the frat bro said.

‘Andrea,’ she replied, placing her hand daintily into his.

God, what strength! She thought. He could snap my hand like a twig, but he was gentle.

‘But I’m afraid you’re wrong about one thing,’ Andrea said cheekily, taking her wine as it arrived and sipping from it.

Trey smiled and pushed his baseball cap up his head a bit.

‘Yeah? What am I wrong about?’

Andrea took another sip from her wine, nervous to be so forward.

‘I’m not such a lady after all,’ she giggled.

It was true in some ways, and not in others. She wasn’t a lady, certainly not tonight. No, she was a slut. And while poor Trey thought he was hunting her, he was actually falling right into her trap.

Trey adjusted his cap again in a manner that suggested: “I cannot believe my luck!”

‘Say, Trey, I don’t know what your plans are tonight, but…’ she trailed off; now came the hard part.

‘Yeah?’ Trey asked, flashing a white grin.

‘I’ve got a date with a friend, but afterward, both he and I, well, particularly, I, wouldn’t mind a little extra company in the bedroom, you know?’

Trey blinked in surprise; now it was his turn to play hard to get.

‘Sure,’ he said as if on autopilot. ‘I’m not looking for anything more than casual anyway.’

Andrea smiled as she raised her glass to cheer with him.

‘Here’s to not being casual…’

Andrea gave him the hotel room Eric had reserved, finished her drink, and laid a fifty down.

‘Well?’ Eric asked as Andrea opened her car door and got in.

‘I’d be surprised if he didn’t show up,’ Andrea sang as she buckled her seatbelt.

‘That’s not what I meant,’ Eric said, lowering his voice as he leaned over and unbuckled her seatbelt. ‘You were in there a long while. Did he fuck you in the bathroom?’

‘No, honey, I followed your instructions. To a T!’

Eric was still suspicious.

‘Get out.’

‘What?’ Andrea asked sharply.

‘Get out of the car. I’m going to check. As I mentioned, please fill it up in the hotel room, not here. I want you leaking cum from your clit and your pussy. Now get out. I’m going to inspect you.’

Andrea shuddered.

‘Here? In the parking lot? In front of anyone who might be passing by?’

Eric opened his car door.

‘You should have thought of that before you took so long.’

Andrea felt her heart rate quicken when she realized he was deadly serious and that she had to follow his orders.

‘Assume the position,’ Eric said, tapping on the roof of his car.

Andrea leaned forward so that her ass was out, and no sooner had she rested her hands on the roof of the car than Eric folded her dress up, revealing her panties to the parking lot.

‘Eric, please,’ she whined weakly, knowing she’d not be getting the mercy she asked for.

‘Arms up,’ Eric ordered.

Andrea felt the night air on her bare skin as her little black dress was pulled up over her arms and off her body.

‘Assume the position,’ the order came again.

Now in only her bralet and panties, she couldn’t feel more exposed as Eric patted her down, fingering past her thong to see if she’d been fucked while in the bar.

‘Hey, everything okay over there?’ the bouncer asked, already on his way over.

‘Everything’s fine, pal,’ Eric said flatly, with the practiced authority of a cop.

Was that his job? Andrea thought, was he a police officer in a past life?

‘Doesn’t fuckin’ look fine, motherfucker,’ the bouncer said, undeterred.

Eric grabbed Andrea’s shoulders and turned her towards the bouncer and then pulled her panties down, revealing her caged clitoris not only to the bouncer, but to the now laughing line.

‘Sissy-in-training, nothing to get too excited about,’ Eric said, knocking on Andrea’s cage with his knuckle.

‘Ohhhhhh…’ the bouncer said, his relief giving way to arousal.

Andrea picked up on it, and was sure Eric would too.

‘What time does your shift end?’ Eric asked.

‘Round midnight,’ the bouncer said, almost licking his lips.

Eric gave Andrea’s bare bum a playful spank.

‘Give him the hotel room, darling.’

Andrea began to awkwardly shuffle towards him, still with her panties around her thighs.

‘For god’s sake, Andrea,’ Eric muttered, ‘step out of your panties and walk over there.’

The humiliation was a rush for her; she would have been erect if it weren’t for the cage.

‘In front of everyone?’ she whined, already following her orders as she stepped out of her panties and handed them to Eric.

‘Go,’ Eric ordered, ‘you’ll get these back when you give him the hotel room.’

Now wearing only her bralet, her high heels, and her cage, she walked towards the bouncer, who would not move an inch towards her. It was humiliating and exposing, but at the same time she felt like a supermodel on a runway, especially when the bright flashes from phones began to blink.

‘Got a pen?’ Andrea asked, ‘I left mine in my purse.’

The bouncer licked his lips as he pulled the permanent marker from his collar.

‘Thanks, honey. Find me when your shift is over,’ she said, writing it on his wrist. ‘Ooh, you’re a strong one, aren’t you?’

‘You’ll find out, baby, I’m gonna fill you up.’

Andrea wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his neck.

‘I can’t wait, but bring a friend, I’ve got a big appetite tonight,’ she whispered into his ear, feeling him stiff through his jeans.

She felt a hand on her bare ass cheek and then another, the bouncer’s finger twisting her anal plug.

‘Mmmmmmmmm,’ she murmured before giving him one last kiss on his neck, ‘let’s save the fun for later, shall we?’

Pulling free, she walked the catwalk back to Eric, who handed her her panties. Andrea slipped into them, making sure to bend forward to show the flashing cameras her waxed pussy.

‘Good girl,’ Eric said, ‘I think we’re almost ready…’

To Be Continued…?

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