Meeting at a bar

<!--StartFragment-->Tiffany felt gross. She was wearing the school girl outfit still, it had gotten stained and wrinkled and wet over the course if the last 2 days.

Her hair was still in pigtails but they had become loose and crumpled, from being grabbed and pulled during oral.

Despite that she was sitting on the couch in the living room which was inexplicably in a popular nightclub.

People were dancing and grinding on each other in a combination rave/moshpitt that threatened to turn into an orgy any second.

It was always on her peripheral vision and never seemed to be where she was looking.

Then she saw him, the most perfect man Tiffany had ever seen. There was no question at all, she needed this man to fuck her.

Dammit, he’s already talking to someone, who is it?

Is that Liz!

How does she look so damn hot?

Her makeup is perfect. Her hair too, long, lustrous, shiny black.

And that dress, it looked just like one of Jimmy’s old t-shirts. Reaching down to her upper thigh. Everybody knew that was the current height of fashion.

They were walking this way. Sorry Liz, gonna have to steal this one from you.

Not the first time but she’ll get over it.

Liz sat on the far side of the couch and that wonderful man sat between us.

“Hi, im Tiffany” she said with a smile.

He blinked at her a few times before turning back towards Liz and continued their conversation about how attractive Liz was.

“my standards are pretty low but you are several orders of magnitude hotter then the women I usually hit up” he said.

Liz sipped on a bottle of beer well he put his hand on her knee and moved his hand up and down on her thigh, only the tips of his fingers grazing her skin as he kept saying things implying he would fuck just about anything.

Tiffany didn’t know how to handle this, people had turned her down before but this level of hostile ignorance was unheard of.

After her fourth attempt to butt into the conversation instead of turning for a few seconds with a dry stare he said “your ugly friends kind of rude” Liz laughed, “yeah, she probably wants to steal you from me” she said, as if the idea was funny.

“THAT’S A WOMAN?” he hollered in shock. Turning and looking properly at Tiffany for the first time.

“Okay, but like, how do I put this, I understand that they go by she/her and all that, I call them her and some of the surgeries look decent but im only into bio women” Jimmy put his hands up, the slight tilt of his head and way his eyes lingered on her throat showing he still wasn’t convinced.

“I…I’m…do you think I'm Trans?” Tiffany stammered, insult briefly overcoming the infatuation before quickly being smothered out again with how **** she was for him to just touch her.

“I’ll prove I’m legit, come have a feel” she said huskily leaning back and pulling up the short skirt to reveal her swollen wet cunt.

Jimmy made a retching noise before Liz stood up to be beside him, “its okay, I’m so sorry you had to see that. Let’s go, please, ill make it up to you.” They kissed, long sloppy spit swapping kissed before walking to the bedroom and closing the door.

Tiffany was left alone on the couch once more.

How could he have found her so repulsive. She didn’t look her best but she had never had trouble taking a guy from Liz.

For the rest of the night, every few minutes, “someone” would sit next to Tiffany on the couch, they all looked super hot to her, everyone of then insulted and or ignored her, rejecting any advances outright.

Men asked if she had any skinny friends.

Men asked her what went wrong with her makeup before making guesses.

Did you sneeze when you were putting on the lipstick?

You know your supposed to use a shade of foundation that matches right?

An ugly old man asked her how much she was selling herself for, when she said 50 dollars he left in disgust saying she wasn’t worth 5.

Another man approached later with the same question and when she said for free because she was completely **** for anyone to fuck her, he walked away disgusted because he didn’t want a cheap whore.

The realization that she was being rejected as a free cumdumpster by a man who was looking for a random prostitute was when her sanity just cracked and she started laughing at the absurdity.

In the bedroom Jimmy sounded into Liz’s tight wet pussy, they were in a missionary press, he switched between kissing and sucking on her neck and whispering how much better she was then Tiffany.

Liz was cumming harder then ever in her life.