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11. Mark Sees the Club a Little Di

10. Introduction to a Man's World

9. Caesar's Palace Las Vegas

8. Waiting for Baggage

7. Airport Security

6. Opportunity Knocks for Mark

5. Was it Good for You?

4. Nothing is the First Choice

3. So many Choices

2. Sally, a bored-out-of-her-mind

1. Altered Fates

Mark Sees the Club a Little Differently

on 2023-10-03 23:01:53

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This episode was originally posted by Xyzzy in 2010. It wasn't migrated from the old site and I felt it should be republished. This thread was always one of my favorites. I will remove if the original author requests its removal.

Mark had spent a fair amount of time tugging and adjusting himself in front of the mirror, so he knew what he looked like, but looking at the gorgeous woman in the mirror was not the same thing as being that woman. The woman in the mirror was wearing a black halter top spandex mini dress. The vee cut of the dress plunged down to just above his naval. Fortunately, or necessarily, there was a knot patterned fastener halfway between the bottom of his now very large breasts and the bottom of the cut to span the gap of bare skin and keep the two halves from completely separating. The silver studded bodice placed quite a strain on the spaghetti straps that went over his shoulders and crossed in back. No amount of tugging or adjusting would cover more than a bare minimum of his boobs, the operative word being bare. The hem line in the mirror was fabulous, the hem line he could grip and tug down without bending over was insane. The five inch stilettos completed the look, walking in them was something else again. Silently chanting to himself, 'No one knows, no one knows," Mark made his way through the casino and out to the waiting line of cabs. By the time he got there, he was becoming more accustomed to the short high step strides necessary to walk in the shoes, perhaps because he was so focused on the jiggle and bounce of his chest with every mincing step.

Learning to get in and out of the cab in the feminine manner of sit and rotate was easy because it was simply impossible to do it in any other fashion with a dress that short and tight. So too was learning to keep his legs together when sitting. A momentary lapse in the back of the cab popped the spandex dress hem upward and would have exposed his crotch for all to see if anyone else had been there. "Thank god no one was around to see that," Mark thought as he tugged his dress back down. "Yeah, like that's going to make a difference. Did you forget where you're going? Oh shut up!"

Mark gratefully allowed himself to be helped out of the cab and told himself to relax, he'd been to this club many times before. Upon entering it was immediately obvious that while everything looked familiar, nothing was the same. All of the gorgeous women that used to smile adoringly up at him were still there, only now most of them were taller than he was and they politely moved around him as if he were a minor obstacle in the stream.

"Excuse me, you are perhaps senora Sally?"

Mark turned to see a stunningly beautiful woman; tan complexion, full wavy dark hair, high cheekbones, and tits that were a match to Mark's own outsized rack. Last but not least, she was dressed in a similarly revealing outfit that included her own variant of fuck-me stilettos. "Uh, yes. That is, yes my name is ... um Sally."

"As soon as I saw you I thought to myself that perhaps this is senora Sally. I am Malena, the wife of Roberto. Please, come with me."

Mark followed Malena through a side door and down a series of hallways he'd never seen in previous visits. Why he'd never been to this part of the club before became obvious when they came out into the back stage dressing rooms.

"I did not know what to expect," Malena said, lightly taking Mark's hands in her own and guiding him among the vast available wardrobe. "Now that we see each other. I think maybe we have a little, how you say, pay-back, yes. I think maybe we make our husbands so hard they hurt. That would be good, yes?"

Mark's nipples were rock hard from Malena's touch. It felt weirdly good and frustrating at the same time. The familiar throb and need to take what he wanted was missing. His desire was now confusing and unfocused, it suffused his entire body instead of concentrating in one place.

Malena was somewhat surprised to see the effect she was having on Sally. She was used to seeing it in men but the altered breathing and erect nipples were impossible to miss. Pleased and puzzled, Malena found what she was looking for, the pearl outfits. They consisted of nothing but strings of pearls shaped into a two piece bikini-like garment. Not only were the top and bottom individually removable with a tug, a half dozen individual pearl strands completed the coverage while allowing one to twirl and discard them in stages or all at once. It took a very full figure to wear the things. Fortunately that would not be a problem for either of them. Selecting one in white pearls and another in black pearls, Malena held them out. "I think these will make our husbands most uncomfortable, yes? The black against your alabaster skin and the white on my darker complexion. You have worked these before maybe?"

Mark stared at the pile of beads on a hanger that he was supposed to wear. "I um ... I ... I've seen women perform in these, it's just that I ... I have never done this," Mark admitted in a desperate admission.

"Ah! But I am sure you tried out the moves you saw? In private? In the boudoir, yes?"

Mark grimaced and said, "Nooo .... no I haven't."

"Ah! That is OK also. I will help. You do what I do. We will be a team yes?

Mark was still sitting at the dressing table wearing nothing but stilettos and fumbling with the jangling pile of pearls that he was supposed to be putting on somehow when Malena strutted over in her white pearls outfit.

"I will help, yes?"

Mark gasped in delight when Malena formed the pile of black pearls across his breasts, lifting and squeezing them into position. Standing in response to Malena's directions, Mark shuddered as Malena attached and draped the bottom half over his round ass and adjusted the front against his smooth empty crotch.

"There! We are ready when it is time. Not long now I think. Remember, watch me and have fun. Trust me, with that body you can do no wrong. If in doubt just think what will make them hard and frustrated, then enjoy what you do to them. Maybe we make them mess up their underclothes, yes?" Malena smiled encouragingly but was very puzzled. This Sally person was hot, yet she acted as if she was new to all this, how could that be possible? 'Madre de Dios! Was it possible? All the stories!' Malena was truly excited now. 'Please be true,' she prayed.

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