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Chapter 8 by meris meris

What do I do?

Go into the club

I shrug, I’m sure I’ll find out what that was all about eventually but right now I wanna get into this club. Which reminds me I might be able to skip the queue if I show the doorman my personal invitation from Candice. It can’t hurt to try anyway.

Steeling any nerves I remember my best strut and walk up past the queue. A lot of heads turn. They eye me like a juicy cut of steak. All hungry. I can only guess what thoughts are swimming through their heads right now. I keep walking, even adding a bit more shake to my hips just to give em a good show. There’s a couple of wolf whistles and appreciative murmurs that make me blush.

Just don’t trip Samantha. I repeat over and over in my head

Someone reaches a hand out which I immediately clock as a high five. One I take jubilantly in a resounding smack. “Have fun newbie” calls the grinning giver; a blonde ladyboy dressed in a frilly light pink dress. I smile back and keep walking

As I reach the front of the queue a red-headed twink leans over and smirks at me. “Love the outfit” he says making a show of looking me up and down. I eye him warmly and see that he too is clad in some tight black leggings but with a provocative shirt that reads “No Gag Reflex”.

“I see you like leggings too” I respond.

He laughs “yeah I suppose you could say that”.

The Doorman turns to me giving an inquisitive look “Can I help you?” he cuts across.

“Sure, I got a special letter from Misstress Candice?” I half ask half say as I produce the letter.

The second he sees the letter his features immediately soften. This bouncer is not bad looking, a pale scar runs from his hairline diagonally over his forehead, on his eye, finishing halfway up his cheek. But other than that he’s a total beefcake. I reckon about 6’ 5. Head shaved with a bit of prickly stubble all around. Even though he’s wearing a big warm coat to cope with being out in the cold all evening I can tell he’s well dench beneath. He looks to be in his late thirties, but an age gap usually doesn’t bother me. I care more about what’s in their pants then the number of wrinkles on their face. And this guy has quite the bulge.

“Come right in” he repeats, a grin dawning his features.

“Huh…. Oh… haha” I laugh to cover up my awkwardness. Got so lost admiring his bod I wasn’t even listening.

He just keeps grinning and stands to the side letting me past.

I walk through the wide entryway and into the club. “See you inside” Calls the red haired twink.

I turn “See you” and smile back.

What do I see in the club first?

More fun
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