Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2021 21:25:28 +1030
From: Zenna Swallows <zennaswallows@gmail.com>
Subject: Trapped in Number 6, Part 3

TRAPPED IN NUMBER 6, PART 3

by Zenna Swallows

[Author's note: My apologies to readers who enjoyed the first two
instalments in this series for the long delay between episodes. There
were ... distractions. But hopefully this new episode will rekindle your
interest!]

For what felt like the hundredth time that day, Dylan fought the urge to
glance down at his legs. After all, if he could feel what was under his
pants, surely everyone else could see it as well?

As he walked into the lobby of the building where the morning's lecture
was being held, his eyes darted around to see if any of the other
students were staring at him. He didn't think they were, but he
couldn't be entirely sure. He never was, these days. There was always
that sense that, no matter how well he hid what he got up to, someone
would see through his facade.

For the past two months he'd been spending three or four evenings each
week at Katja's apartment, doing what he'd started on that fateful
night in the sixth cubicle of the toilet block down by the park. Being
Natalie. And not just dressing as her, but performing as her. Lying on a
bed, showing her butt, opening the cheeks wide as if inviting
penetration, sucking a vibrator and then sliding it in and out of her
tight passage. Caressing her legs, playfully snapping the suspenders on
her garter belt. Teasing her nipples until they ached. Stroking her hard
cock, the only thing on display that was indisputably masculine, until it
erupted with cum that she could cram into her lascivious mouth. And
talking seductively to the camera, about what she'd like to do to every
man watching, about how badly she needed their cocks, about her craving
to be fucked ...

For the first couple of times, this had all been done for a recording and
nothing else -- or so he'd been told. But since then he'd worked with
Katja's laptop, exchanging messages with what was clearly a live
audience, taking requests and thanking the hidden watchers when they
tipped him. Katja Insisted that the clientele for his performance was
both limited and discreet. But he wasn't so sure, about the former at
any rate. He was getting a lot of messages, and the amounts that seemed
to be ticking up as each session progressed were huge.

Not that he wasn't profiting. He was getting paid for his services, and
handsomely, even if the amounts that arrived in his account from an
obscure overseas investment firm were only a fraction of what his viewers
appeared to be paying. He would soon have enough for a car, perhaps even
to move out of his parents' home and get a place of his own.

But there was also, of course, a cost. The memory of being so terrified
in the toilet block had slowly faded. He hadn't again seen the huge men
who had terrorised him, and enjoyed blowjobs at his expense. Katja and
her friend Holly, the two sex workers who had feminised him and turned
him into a cam girl, had been nothing but friendly and helpful. But they
were still the agents of his captivity.

Because that's how he still thought of himself, as being trapped in that
cubicle. The walls of his world may have expanded, but he was stuck as
Natalie. And not just on the nights he visited Katja. Not now he was
being instructed to practise his makeup at home, something he could only
do when taking what he pretended was a long bath, or snuck back during
the day while his parents were at work and his little sister at school.
His sister, who had no idea (he hoped!) that while she was studying he
was in her bedroom, trying on her clothes, and practising walking around
in the highest heels she owned ...

He had never spoken to the "boss" to whom the other girls reported, and
they were clearly too frightened to reveal whatever they knew about him.
But the mysterious figure's orders were clear -- and with so much
compromising material about Dylan in his possession, there was no
question they would be obeyed.

It wasn't all bad. Dylan was getting to spend regular time with two hot
young women who he could never have expected to hook up with in ordinary
circumstances. He certainly couldn't have afforded to pay for their
services -- well, until recently, at any event. And if he didn't get to
have full sex with them, there was usually one day a week when they would
join him on the bed, let him kiss and fondle them and return the favour,
and help bring his aching cock closer to orgasm by using their
superlative oral skills. Strangely, perhaps, what he enjoyed most was
going down on them and making them come. Not all their orgasms were
genuine, they admitted, but he was learning to tell the difference -- and
also how to really please them.

What was perhaps both best and worst of his current situation was that he
could actually enjoy being Natalie, if he stopped worrying long enough.
He liked the feel of her clothes, the scent of her perfume, the taste of
her lipstick -- and above all, the freedom to be bold and provocative.
When she was talking to the camera. Natalie was a hot sissy trap who
wanted cock. Whereas Dylan was an unprepossessing young man who once had
a thing for his best friend Sam, but was otherwise definitely hetero in
his tastes. All things considered, being Natalie was a lot more fun ...

Except, that is, when it came to attending classes with lacy panties,
sheer stockings and suspenders underneath his shirt and trousers. His
socks were pulled up as high as they would go so that no sign of the hose
would peep through at his ankles. But in his imagination, every single
person he walked past had x-ray vision. All week, he'd been instructed
to come to University like this, with his makeup purse in his rucksack.
That's all he'd been told. And with each passing day it hadn't got any
less fraught.

He felt a light squeeze on his upper arm and a figure brushed past him.
"Hi Dylan!" called a cheery voice. He stared at the figure retreating
from him. "Uh, hi Rina", he managed, and was rewarded with a glimpse of
a flashing smile as she glanced back at him, before disappearing into the
lecture theatre.

Nonplussed, he followed her into the classroom and took a seat, wondering
what would cause the best looking girl in the class to suddenly take an
interest in him. Oh, they knew one another. This was the third class
they'd taken together and they had worked on at least one group project,
an experience that had demonstrated that Rina was a lot smarter than she
generally let on. But they weren't friends, and he couldn't recall the
last time they'd even spoken.

She was quite the contradiction, he thought, staring at her as she took a
seat on the other side of the room and elegantly crossed her long legs.
Despite what some people would doubtless have called her exotic beauty --
she was Lebanese, he thought -- she invariably dressed in the cheapest
and most basic clothes. And he had never seen her in anything but scuffed
and dirty running shoes. Yet she was reputed to be from an insanely
wealthy family, something hinted at by the quality of the jewellery she
favoured. Whatever her apparel too, or the state of her hair, she was
always beautifully made up, accentuating the dark eyes that were her most
captivating feature.

She would also happily talk to anyone about sport (something for which
Dylan himself had little time), but professed no interest in music or pop
culture. She also appeared to be entirely absent from social media (he
had looked for her, just as he assumed many other guys in the class had
done). Yet she always seemed to know who was doing what to whom. Maybe
she just had a really good network of spies, he thought.

She was still very much on his mind when, as they were walking out of a
lecture to which he had paid not the slightest attention, he saw her
making a beeline towards him. Stopping in front of him, a broad and
apparently genuine smile on her face, she asked: "So, Dyl, want to go
and get a drink tonight?"

He was conscious of heads around him turning to look his way. He should
have been stricken dumb with amazement, or fear, or both. And the old
Dylan would have. But he'd been playing Natalie very successfully for
the past two months. And if he could do that, he could certainly play a
cooler version of himself. "Sure", he responded, affecting a
nonchalance he most certainly didn't feel.

"Great!" replied Rina brightly. "See you at the clocktower at seven,
yeah?" And to his utter astonishment, she reached in and gave him a kiss
on the cheek.

But as she did so, he felt her hand briefly run down his thigh and then
stop as she traced the outline of the stocking tops underneath his
trousers. "See you later -- Natalie", she breathed, so quietly that if
it hadn't been for that knowing touch, he might have thought he'd
imagined it.

And then she was sweeping away, laughing at the expressions on the faces
of the posse of acquaintances -- somehow, she never gave the impression
of having friends as such -- that always seemed to surround her. And
Dylan was left trying his hardest not to gape in shock, but instead
acknowledge the quizzical or even frankly jealous looks he was getting
with the calmest and blandest of smiles.

He managed pretty well, he thought. But his mind was still a whirl when,
a minute or so later, it registered that someone was calling his name. He
looked around and realised with a start that he was still standing in
what was now an empty classroom -- except for the woman staring at him,
her eyebrows raised as if demanding an explanation.

"I'm sorry Professor Lane", Dylan said in a contrite tone. "Was there
something you wanted?"

He'd always liked Monica Lane, even when she was tearing one of his
arguments to shreds or, just as often, excoriating him for agreeing with
her too readily. "Think!" she would demand, tapping the side of her
temple, her eyes magnified by her bright, horn-rimmed glasses, and her
spiky iron-grey hair vibrating as if responding to the intensity of her
exhortation. "What's the counter-argument?" The one thing he could be
sure of with her was that she would always be brutally honest with him.

This time was clearly going to be no different. "Ah, he's woken up!"
she exclaimed. "And there was I thinking you'd caught somnambulism from
the blockheads in the back row." She flashed him a brittle smile. "Care
to give me a quick recap of my conclusion?" She waited a few seconds,
then prompted: "You know, from the lecture you just sat through?"

"I --, well, I mean ..."

She waved her hand irritably. "Don't bother. I could see you were off
on some other planet." Her expression softened. "Look, with most of the
bozos in that class, if they want to come and daydream, or do whatever it
is your generation is doing when you're tapping away at what fossils
like me still call a phone, what do I care? As long as they're keeping
quiet. But you're one of my best students. Or you were, anyway. I just
don't know what's going on with you this term, I really don't."

She smiled again, but this time far more warmly. "Look, I know whatever
it is, it's none of my business. But if there's anything you want to
talk about ...?"

Just for a second, Dylan was actually tempted to take her into his
confidence. But he wasn't sure she'd believe what he had to say. And
besides, he couldn't risk it getting back to whatever shady organisation
he was working for that he'd been indiscreet. So he shook his head.

"Pity", she said and moved to walk away. Then she stopped. "One other
thing though. I saw you talking to Rina? I would watch yourself there.
There's something not quite right with that one." Without waiting to
see his reaction, she turned on her heel and left him alone in the
theatre. He stared at her, wondering what it was that she knew, or
thought she knew, that would prompt such a warning.

Dylan spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze. A couple of other
students tried to engage him in conversation. Not his few friends, or
ex-friends rather. They had all now given up trying to break through the
barriers of self-absorption that his recent experiences had created.
These were simply classmates who had probably heard of his unexpected
liaison and wanted to get the goss. He fobbed them off and went back to
worrying about how on earth Rina could know of his secret identity --
and, more pressingly, what on earth she had in store for him.

He very nearly didn't go. But at the last minute, he decided that it was
better to know what was going on. And besides, if she knew all about him,
he could only guess what she might decide to do -- or disclose -- if he
failed to show.

In the end, he had to run part of the way across campus to make it on
time and was out of breath when he arrived at the appointed location.
Rina was already there. "Hi sweetie", she smiled, reaching in to plant
her second unexpected kiss of the day on his cheek. "Ooh, you're all
sweaty! Can't have that! Come with me."

Before he could say anything she had seized him by the hand and was
leading him away from the brightly lit square in front of the clocktower,
then down a darkened alley that ran between two buildings. Opening a
nondescript door that he had never previously noticed, then pulling him
down a deserted corridor, she arrived at a ladies' bathroom. She ducked
inside, took a quick look around, then beckoned him to join her.

"Come on", she said, stifling the protest she could see he was about to
utter. The smile was gone and she was all business now. "We don't have
that much time. And you're perfectly safe here. Hardly anyone even knows
about this place, let alone uses it. I change here all the time."

The "hardly anyone" was not as reassuring as it might have been. But
Dylan knew that he had to find out just how deep this rabbit hole went.
Sighing, he followed her into the bathroom, looking around nervously as
if scared someone would leap out from one of the cubicles.

Dropping a couple of shopping bags on the floor, Rina instructed:
"Clothes off. The boring ones I mean." Without waiting for an answer,
she kicked off her shoes and began to pull her faded sweatshirt over her
head. As it came free, she threw it on the floor and started unbuttoning
her jeans, then stopped. Frowning at him, she said: "Is there something
wrong with your hearing? I said clothes off! Or do you need me to get
Katja here to do it for you?"

Dylan glanced around nervously, but began unbuckling his belt. "You know
Katja?"

Rina grinned. "In the biblical sense you mean? Not as often as I'd
like. But yes, we've met." She stripped off her jeans, revealing to
Dylan's considerable surprise that she was wearing lingerie that exactly
matched his own, down to the lace boyshorts and the elaborate design at
the top of the black stockings that adorned her shapely legs. Unlike him,
she had a matching bra, through the black lace of which her nipples were
clearly visible. She waited until he had disrobed, then reached down to
one of the bags.

"If you've finished staring at my tits, you can have some of your own.
Here." She threw him a bra with padded cups, then laughed at his
fumbling attempt to put it on and fasten the clips. "Not got the hang of
that yet, I see. This should be a bit easier though." She pulled two
black garments from the bag. "One for you, one for me."

"This" turned out to be an elegant cocktail dress, with floral lace
inserts and a short skirt that flared out slightly and was just about
long enough to cover Dylan's stocking tops. Rina zipped up the back of
his dress, turned to allow him to do the same for her, then inspected
him, pursing her lips. "Hmmm, not bad at all. But even better with the
right accessories."

From the other bag, she produced the most stunning shoes Dylan had ever
seen. They were black, like the dresses, but etched with intricate white
floral patterns that wound down and around both the sides and the slim,
skyscraper heels. Dylan slipped his feet into them -- or tried to. They
were too small. "They don't fit", he said, unable to hide his
disappointment.

"No?" said Rina. "Oh! Sorry babe, you've got my pair. Here you go."
This time, they fitted perfectly. Rina watched with an amused smile as
Dylan walked down to one end of the bathroom and then back, hips swaying
and a dazed look on his face. "I can see you've been practising", said
Rina. "Divine, aren't they?" Dylan nodded.

"Well they should be", continued Rina, "they cost almost as much as
what I'm told you earn on a good night." She laughed at his expression.
"Don't worry. If you haven't already worked it out, we share the same
employer."

Dylan stated at her. "You mean, you're a ... a cam girl too?"

"Nope", said Rina, "my talents lie elsewhere. But enough chit-chat, we
still have to get you looking as fabulous as you'll need to be. Got your
makeup?" He nodded. "Get your face on then", she instructed. "At the
moment, you're a guy in a dress. It's Natalie I want to see."

Working as quickly as he could, he applied his makeup, including to the
middle of his chest to enhance the appearance of cleavage (a trick Katja
had taught him), and painted his nails. When he had finished, he
presented his face for inspection. "There she is!" exclaimed Rina,
affecting delight. "But I think we can make some improvements there
..." She found her own makeup case and started adding to what he had
done. By the time she had finished, his eyes in particular were a lot
more heavily accented, matching hers.

"Couple more things", she said, reaching into her bag again. The first
item was a wig with long, lustrous blue-black hair, again replicating her
own look. Dylan's har was steadily growing out, but was still too short
to do much with. So he was grateful for the artificial enhancement. Next
came some gold earrings, bracelets and a necklace with a pendant that
settled down between his "breasts". He remarked to Rina on the weight
of the jewellery.

"That's because they're solid gold", she's said, scooping up their
discarded clothes and stuffing them into the bags. "They're worth even
more than the shoes. Don't you dare lose them ... Now come on, time we
headed off. Oh, hang on! One more thing." She pulled out a small bottle
and sprayed the two of them with a delightful fragrance. "And yes,
before you ask, that perfume's expensive too. Nothing but the best for
our evening out. Right, let's go!"

"But where are we --" Dylan's question died on his lips as Rina
stalked out of the bathroom, her heels clattering on the tiles. He
hurried after her and caught up just as she was going to exit the
building. "Wait!" he cried desperately. "I've never ... I mean ..."
He gestured helplessly at himself.

"You haven't been out as Natalie, right?" she asked, her hand on the
door knob. He shook his head. "Well, about time you did -- and had some
fun too. Look, I've seen what you can do as her. Just be her again,
right now. Come on." Without further ado she opened the door and stepped
out into the warm night air.

Dylan hesitated, closed his eyes, then thought to himself: Be Natalie.
It's Natalie's night out. Just be her.

It was Dylan who had walked into that building half an hour earlier, But
Natalie was the one to emerge. Nervously, she followed Rina back out to
the main thoroughfare and then in the direction that would take them
towards the city centre. But she had only taken a few steps before her
world came crashing down.

"Oh, hey Rina!" The young woman who stopped in front of them was all
too familiar. Natalie wasn't quite sure of her name: Elaine, Aleina,
something like that? But she was definitely in their class -- and she
would know Dylan, if only by sight.

"Wow, great look honey!" gushed the newcomer. Her eyes flicked onto
Natalie, who held her face still but waited with sick certainty for the
outcry that would surely result from being recognised. But amazingly, she
saw no more than the briefest hint of a frown on Elaine/Aleina's face,
before the latter's attention returned to Rina. "I thought though you
were going out with what's his face, you know, the nerd? And who's the
babe, by the way?" Her gaze returned to Natalie, but this time she was
smiling.

"Dylan, you mean?" answered Rina coolly. "No, we're doing that
tomorrow instead. And this is my friend Natalie. We're just on our way
to a bit of a party that one of daddy's friends is putting on. Nat, this
is Helayne."

"Hey", said Natalie in her softest and most girly voice. "Hey
yourself" answered Helayne, her eyes sparkling now as she looked Natalie
up and down. "I don't know where Rina's been hiding you, but if you
want to have some less stuffy fun some time, look me up, okay? See ya."

And with that, she was gone. Natalie, staring after her, said in a
wondering tone: "She didn't recognise me."

"No", corrected Rina, taking Natalie's arm and resuming their
progress, "she didn't recognise Dylan. She's only just met Natalie.
Just remember that, okay? Nobody knows you. But they'll want to, cos you
look hot. Almost as hot as me, yeah?" She gave a light chuckle and
squeezed the arm she was holding.

"Right", said Natalie. After a few minutes, she added. "So, we're --
I mean, you and Dylan, are going out for a drink tomorrow?"

"if you behave yourself tonight -- yes, I'm sure I can put up with his
company for an evening."

"Okay ... And this party we're attending. You said it was friends of
your father. Who are they?"

This time Rina laughed. "I have no fucking idea. I just made that up.
We're actually going to a, well, kind of a club, I guess. You'll see.
And I might as well tell you now that I don't even know who my father
is."

As Natalie was trying to process this, they arrived at a street corner,
where a black sedan was waiting for them. Natalie didn't want to talk
about anything sensitive in front of the driver, so the short ride passed
in silence. They were dropped off outside a luxury hotel in one of the
city's tallest buildings. Natalie made to pick up Dylan's rucksack, but
Rina stopped her. "No need", she said. "The driver will look after our
bags and pick us up afterwards. Just give me whatever you might want to
fix up your makeup." She took the proffered items and popped them into a
small purse, then led Natalie into the lobby of the hotel.

Rina headed straight for a security door in the back corner, waved some
kind of pass to open it, and took Natalie to an elevator, in front of
which stood a burly security guard. "Evening Miss" he said to Rina,
clearly recognising her, and stood aside to let them press the call
button. Natalie was aware of him covertly inspecting her, just as some of
the men they'd passed in the lobby had done. She was not sure how she
felt about being, well, ogled. A little flattered and a little soiled,
perhaps. But also with that undercurrent of fear that she might be
recognised or at least exposed as someone other than the young woman she
was pretending to be.

During the lengthy ride up, Natalie tried again to find out where they
were going and why, but Rina was no more forthcoming than she had been
since the moment they'd met under the clocktower. They got out on the
very top floor, to find themselves in a space that seemed to occupy the
whole of this level of the building. The windows around the outside
offered stunning vistas of the city. Inside the lighting was subdued,
except in one corner where a number of gaming tables were running, and
another where a small jazz combo was performing. Couches and tables were
scattered around the outside of the room. But in the middle there were a
series of more private areas, divided by a mixture of partitions and
plants.

No bars were visible, but highly attractive attendants could be seen
moving around the floor, bringing drinks to the patrons scattered around
the club. The lighting was such that it was hard to see how many people
were there, or who they were, but whoever Natalie glimpsed, whether young
or old, male or female, seemed to be impeccably dressed.

Rina led them to an empty table near one of the windows, lifted up a
screen that seemed to be built into the tabletop, then tapped in some
details. She looked across at her companion. "White wine okay? With a
vodka to chase it down?" Natalie blinked. "Sure", she said.

The drinks arrived quickly, courtesy of a boyish looking young man whose
stunning good looks reminded Natalie of Dylan's old boyfriend Sam and
who caused a flutter in her stomach when he turned the full force of his
charm on her. "Wow, right?" said Rina admiringly as she watched him
walk away. "I'm a sucker for cute blonde surfer boys! Or I'd like to
give him a suck anyway ..."

"Oooh yeah", agreed Natalie fervently, then blushed at what she had
just said. Rina giggled. "And there was me thinking it was all an act
when you were talking about how much cock you wanted ..." She lifted her
wine glass. "Cheers!"

Natalie grinned ruefully and clinked glasses. "Honestly, I'm beginning
to wonder ..." She took a sip, and widened her eyes. "Wow, that is
seriously good!" But then her face became serious. "Look Rina, are you
going to tell me what we're doing here?"

The other girl made a face. "Sorry sweetness, just doing what I'm told.
We'll get the call soon enough, then ... Well, the boss wants to see how
you ... cope with something new. I gather you've made quite the
impression with your cam work. All you need to know is, do whatever
you're asked to do."

"The call?"

"I doubt it will be long. In fact ... yep, here we go." As she said
this, a vivacious young woman was approaching their table. "Mr Blue in
W7 was wondering if you ladies might join him for a drink?" she said,
directing the question to Rina.

"Sure", said Rina, "there in a tick. That's our cue", she said to
Natalie as the waitress sashayed off. She reached into her purse and
pulled something out. "You can leave your drinks here sweetie, there'll
be new ones waiting for us. But get this down you first." She handed
Natalie a yellow capsule, then popped another in her mouth and washed it
down with a mouthful of vodka. "Just something to give you a buzz", she
added answering the unspoken question.

Natalie looked at her steadily for a few seconds, then followed suit. She
shook her head as the fiery spirit seared the back of her throat. "Damn,
that's good stuff", she muttered. "Are we paying for the drinks we're
leaving behind?"

"Nope", smiled Rina, as she led the way through the club. She clearly
knew which way to go. Natalie could feel a warmth starting to spread
through her, though she put that down to the vodka. A thought struck her
and she said: "Um, Mr Blue? Seriously?"

"All very discreet here", murmured Rina. "Ah, here we are." She
stopped at the entrance to one of the private areas, leaned in to Natalie
and whispered: "Remember, you do whatever he wants. If you're in any
doubt, follow my lead. Okay?"

She waited for the answering nod, then stepped inside and extended her
hand to the man who rose from a comfortable looking couch to greet her.
"Hello Mr Blue, I'm Rina. And this is my girlfriend Natalie."

"Lovely to meet you both", said the man, raising the back of Rina's
hand to his mouth and gently touching it with his lips, before repeating
the process with Natalie. He was in his fifties or sixties, slim and with
grey hair, piercing blue eyes and a dazzling smile. A politician,
perhaps, though if so he wasn't anyone Natalie recognised.

"Please call me David", he said with easy familiarity. "And this is my
wife Laura." A blonde woman stepped out from behind him and kissed each
of the girls lightly on the cheek. Like her husband, she was
conservatively but expensively dressed. Perhaps a decade or so younger
than him, the tightness of her skin and her flawless good looks suggested
plastic surgery.

"Enchanted", she said, in a voice that dripped with good breeding.
"Natalie, why don't you sit with me on this couch and Rina can join
David." Natalie took the proffered seat. Laura handed her a glass of the
same wine she'd been drinking a few minutes ago and sat down next to
her.

"So", said the older woman, "I can see your taste in wine is as good
as your taste in shoes!" Natalie laughed. "They're both fabulous. But
seriously, Rina's the one with the great taste. I just, ah, follow her
lead. But what is it you're drinking, some kind of cocktail? Such a
great colour ..."

They chatted away for the next hour or so, as their drinks were refreshed
and a collection of some of the most delicious finger food Natalie had
ever tasted was delivered with quiet efficiency by more of the beautiful
attendants.

It went a lot easier than Natalie would have expected, partly because
Laura was such a skilled conversationalist, but also because Natalie made
the sensible decision not to try and create a whole new personality on
the fly. She stuck to what Dylan liked, and it didn't hurt that she and
Laura turned out to have some similar tastes, especially in film and
literature. She also noted that Laura made no attempt to ask her about
what she did, or where she came from, and took the same approach with the
older woman. From time to time she heard snatches of conversation about
football wafting over from where David and Rina were sitting. So they too
were clearly getting along.

She was conscious of Laura getting a little flirty, especially when they
got on to the subject of which of their attendants was the hottest, and
the older woman insisted that none of them could hold a candle to
Natalie. So she wasn't totally surprised when Laura, who had steadily
been moving closer to her, placed a hand on ther thigh and then, as if
were the most natural thing in the world, slid it up under her skirt and
started lightly stroking the bare flesh above her stocking top.

Abuzz with both the alcohol and whatever Rina had given her earlier,
Natalie felt the cock trapped in her panties come to life as a heat
suffused her groin. Her next action was purely instinctual. Slowly and
deliberately, she reached under her skirt, opened her legs a little
wider, and guided Laura's questing hand to her throbbing lump.

All too late, she realised her mistake. What if Laura thought she was a
girl? Oh god, would she scream? She'd be thrown out of the club at the
very least, maybe even --

"Mmmm ..." Laura's purr of appreciation cut through Natalie's sudden
panic and she looked up to see the older woman smile broadly and run her
tongue slowly and sensually over her lips. She knew! She knew all along
what I was, thought Natalie wonderingly. She knew and she still wanted
me! Oh well, in for a penny ...

As her own face melted into a smile that was not the slightest bit
forced, Natalie leaned in and brought her mouth down on her companion's
inviting, collagen-enhanced lips.

The kiss was delicious. The eagerness with which Laura responded was
unmistakable and compelling, her tongue easing its way into Natalie's
mouth, taking control in a way that heightened even further the young
sissy's arousal. And yet everything about the contact was still so soft
and delicate, from the taste of Laura's lipstick to her intoxicating
aroma, her fragrant perfume mingling with a scent that was more personal,
and somehow more urgent.

When Natalie had kissed Holly or Katja, it had been fun and sexy -- but
performative too. Natalie had never before locked lips with someone who
wanted her so badly, any more than Dylan had ever done. Not Sam, or any
of his girlfriends.

After a long moment , Laura broke the embrace and called out: "Darling,
I think Natalie and I will retire downstairs. Catch you a little later?"

"Of course dear", came the response from the other couch. Natalie
looked across with surprise. She had been so preoccupied with the older
woman that she had forgotten they weren't alone. Rina was sitting more
or less on Paul's lap, cradled in his arms as the two of them watched
something on his phone. She caught Natalie's eye, grinned knowingly and
winked.

Natalie smiled back and then allowed herself to be led by Laura to a
nearby lift. One floor down, they emerged in a short, richly carpeted
corridor. Laura keyed the nearest door and led the young trap into a
sumptuous suite. "Would you like a drink?" she asked. Natalie shook her
head. "That's not what I want right now", she said. Laura laughed.
"Of course, this way."

She led Natalie into a bedroom and then drew her in for another lingering
kiss. After a couple of moments, she gently turned the sissy around and
eased down the zip on her dress. "Make yourself comfortable", she said,
indicating the huge bed, "I'll be back in a moment". She disappeared
into what appeared to be a walk-in robe.

Natalie took off the dress, kicked off her shoes, then after a moment of
thought removed her bra and panties as well. She climbed up on the bed,
clad now only in her stockings and suspenders, and settled herself into a
reclining position, gently stroking her erect cock.

A few minutes later, Laura returned. She was wearing nothing but a pearl
choker and a lacy black waspie, which accentuated her figure but did
nothing to restrain her large and plainly silicone-enhanced breasts.
Natalie had no idea Laura's boobs were so big, so well tailored had her
previous outfit been.

The two of them stared at one another, exclaimed "Wow!" more or less
simultaneously, then giggled. "Do you like what you see?" asked Natalie
coquettishly as her laughter subsided, pushing her cock forward and then
letting it bounce back to its upright position. She was finding it easy
now to slip back into her cam girl persona.

"Love it", said Laura fervently. "You want to play with these?" She
jiggled her heavy boobs invitingly. Natalie bit her lip and nodded. Laura
smiled. "You will dear. But first things first."

She climbed up on the bed and, wasting no time on preliminaries, bent her
mouth to the young trap's dick and began to kiss and lick it with
unrestrained enthusiasm. After a few minutes she turned around and
positioned herself so that she was sitting on Natalie's face, her wet
slit open to the sissy's eager tongue. Then she leant forward and
resumed her own oral assault.

Natalie had become adept at delaying her climax while on camera, even
when Katja or Holly were working their magic. But even so, she was so
turned on by the sixty-nine that she nearly came in the first couple of
minutes. Laura might well have been okay with that. But despite the waves
of lust coursing through her body, Natalie had just enough presence of
mind to remember that this was still a job -- and the client must always
come first. Literally in this case.

And so Laura did, and not just once either. As her pleasure mounted she
ground her hairy crotch into Natalie's face, until the sissy thought she
might be smothered. When the weight was eventually lifted, and Laura
climbed off, Natalie took a shuddering breath and thought she might have
a minute to recover. But Laura was simply changing seats, lowering
herself onto Natalie's throbbing phallus until it was buried deep in her
hot, wet cunt.

With an energy that seemed remarkable for a woman of her age, Laura began
to squat up and down, impaling herself on the sissy's pole. Her heavy
breasts bounced alarmingly, until Natalie reached up and grabbed them,
marvelling at their weight. Laura responded by bending forward, lowering
her tits until Natalie could lick and kiss them, bringing gasps of
delight from their owners. When Natalie herself started thrusting upwards
in time with her partner's plunges, it was not long before Laura was
coming again, her cries of ecstasy once more filling the room. Natalie
fervently hoped the suite had good soundproofing.

This time, the older woman did need a break. Collapsing on the bed, she
drew Natalie into her arms, cradling the sissy's head against her
pneumatic breasts as she recovered her breath. "Oh my god", she
breathed, "I can't remember the last time I came that hard ... And you,
you little slut! You're still hard!"

She reached down and verified her assessment. "I should feel offended
that you didn't come after all that. Unless, I mean ... I take it you can
still ...?"

"Oh god yes", laughed Natalie, "I was just waiting for you to ask me.
I will do whatever you want." She took one of the older woman's nipples
between her teeth and teased it with the very tip of her tongue. "Maybe
I could show you how pretty these would look with my cum all over them?"

Laura gasped at the touch and quickly brought her hand up to restrain the
seductive sissy. "Bit sensitive at the moment, sweetie! I think I'll
need some time to calm down ... But I like the sound of --"

She stopped, cocked her head as if listening to something and then
chuckled. "I think we have visitors. Come on, let's go and join them."

With a groan, she pulled herself from underneath her partner and got to
her feet, motioning Natalie to follow her. "No need to worry about
those, we won't need them", she said, as the young trap went to pick up
her discarded clothes. Natalie frowned at her, but then shrugged. "Yes,
ma'am" she said in a sweetly submissive tone that made the older woman
roll her eyes, but then smile.

Laura went to the bedroom door and stopped. "Now that is quite a
sight!" she exclaimed. Peering past her, Natalie looking into the living
room.

It wasn't a complete surprise to see a kneeling figure sucking an
impressively sized cock. It had long been clear to Natalie what kind of
evening this was going to be, and what kind of services she and Rina
would be expected to provide.

But she really didn't think that David would be the one on his knees.

"Oh hey Nat!" said Rina brightly. She was sitting back on the sofa,
skirt around her waist and her panties pulled to one side, watching what
was unmistakably her dick disappear into the older man's mouth.

"I hope you've got some juice left", she went on in a playful tone,
"because David wants both of us to fuck him. Do you want to go first, or
shall I?"

To be continued ...

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