A plan emerges

I stood frozen in place when I spotted him. The same rich man that my sister slept with for money was right there with only a few tables between us. From what I had heard about him, he would often go out to clubs like this and pick up college girls. That was about all I knew about him though, besides the fact that he had money. He never talked to me when our paths crossed at home. Every time I asked someone I knew about him all they could tell me was that he was rich. He must have noticed me staring at him, because I soon realized he was looking right back at me. His eyes slowly traveled up and down my body as if he was sizing me up. Then, with a wave of his hand, he beckoned me over to him.

I hesitated. I was just on my way out of the club. I had come to the conclusion that I wasn't good at manipulating men. The fact that I had no idea what I was doing was at the front of my mind. I had none of the confidence in my ability to seduce people that I had started with. Even if I tried, I wasn't sure he was someone I should mess with. A couple things stopped me from ignoring him and walking away. I thought that this might be my best opportunity to learn more about him. If things went well, I might even dig up some good dirt on him. Dirt that could possibly be used to convince my sister to stop seeing him. I knew my sister had no problems with her lifestyle, but after my experiences tonight, I felt like I should push her in a new direction. What if she tried to play someone who didn't like her game? She might end up in a dangerous situation. I would hate for something terrible to happen to her. I couldn't deny that part of me was curious, though. Curious about what made this man so special. Why did so many women love to be his playthings? Was it really all about his money? I decided that I was going to take this opportunity to learn as much about him as possible. I made my way over to his table.

"We're a little bit lonely over here. Sit down and have a drink with us," Russell said.

"Sounds good to me," I said. I slid into the booth next to him and he quickly ordered me a drink. The buzz I had going earlier had died down over my talk with Carrie, so I felt alright to drink again. But I needed to take it slow. I clearly couldn't handle as much **** in my new body as I used to. Introductions were made all around and small talk started up. I sipped my drink and did my best to get Russell to reveal something new about himself. But nothing besides the basic stuff I already knew came up. He seemed to be an especially private individual.

After everyone was finished with their first round, Russell wanted to dance. He led me out onto the lower area and wasted no time in pressing me against his body. He was definitely a strong man. He moved me where he wanted and maintained control. It was actually nice in an odd sort of way. I surrendered to his will and allowed him to do what he wanted. I was trying to get on his good side after all.

He put my hands around his neck while he had a firm hold on my ass. With the nearly full body contact we had, it was hard not to notice the long hard object being pushed into my stomach. I looked down to see it. His pants showed off an impressive bulge. It was difficult to determine the size of his cock, but it was for sure not small. Without thinking, I moved my hand down and grabbed it through his pants. It felt hard and powerful. I started to rub it with my palm. It felt completely natural and my panties were drenched. Russell growled his approval at me. Taking ahold of my hips, he turned me around and held me against him. With one hand he palmed one of my breasts. The other hand went under my dress and cupped my red hot pussy.

"Sexy bitch," he whispered in my ear.

A moan escaped from me as my body moved on its own. I pushed my ass back against his dick and tried to feel as much of it as I could. He kept squeezing my breast while simultaneously rubbing my pussy through my panties. At the back of my mind there were still a few thoughts trying to tell me that this was wrong. That somehow I wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. But it felt so good. My body was telling me I needed what this man had. My mind was saying listen to your body. It seemed my mind had completed the transformation finally. My sexual desires were that of a woman and not a man. I knew I had lost control, but I didn't care any longer.

Our dance continued for a couple songs. It wasn't much of a dance really. We didn't do much except grind against each other, but I wasn't complaining. His fingers on my sex were building me to an orgasm. It felt like it was going to dwarf the one I had given myself. I would have came right there in the middle of the dance floor if he hadn't stopped rubbing me. The dancers surrounding us that had been shielding us from most of the onlookers had left to take a break. It seemed that Russell didn't want people to see too much. We took the opportunity to take a break ourselves and we had another drink while we rested.

The night went on like that for a while and we had a great time. The dances continued to be hot, but his hand didn't reach for my pussy again. It became my goal to keep his dick hard. For some reason I loved knowing he was throbbing hard for me. I knew I had won his favor. He never left me alone and nobody else had a chance to dance with me. He had a controlling nature and took what he wanted. Normally I would have hated that, but I didn't mind it tonight. Besides, he wasn't rude about it and it showed he liked me. Despite that, I didn't learn anything new about who he was or what he did that I could use against him. Still, my time with him didn't feel like a waste. I had a lot of fun. I knew that I was acting like a slut, but I didn't care. My reputation didn't matter since this version of me wouldn't exist soon. The way he turned me on was like a **** and I couldn't get enough. It felt so amazing how my body responded to him and I had long since stopped fighting it. I knew that when I got home I was going to find a good porn video and finger myself again. Just thinking about it sent a wave of pleasure through my body. Eventually the night ended when his friends called it quits. We left the club and I got my phone out to call a cab. I wasn't wasted, but I had too many to be driving home.

"I'll take you home. We can even spend some more time together," Russell said.

He had been drinking, but he didn't appear to be feeling any effects. I would have been fine letting him take me home, except for one thing. He knew my home. It would certainly raise questions if I directed him back to the house where he banged a girl earlier that day. There would be no way to explain either. I quickly formed a valid excuse.

"That would be fun, but I live with my parents. They wouldn't like me bringing a man home"

"Oh, I see," he said. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he pondered something. It didn't look like he wanted to give up on me just yet. "Well then... we can head to my place. Sound good?"

His place!? I couldn't believe it. My sister told me that he had never taken her to his home. As far as I knew, he never took any of his conquests there. He must have really liked me. I would definitely be able to find out more about him if I went there. I could get a feel for how he lived his life and maybe find signs of a wife that he was cheating on. There would be a lot of risk, though. I was still horny from the dancing. I wasn't sure I could avoid sex with him if I allowed him to take me home. He would be expecting it. And I definitely couldn't have sex with him, right? Even if my body really wanted it and my mind was telling me it would be better than anything I had ever experienced before. I mean, all those girls weren't with him because he didn't know how to fuck. I had heard it myself. He definitely knew how to make a girl scream in pleasure. Nope, there was no way I could take the chance. I looked him over as he stood waiting for my response. He still had a slight bulge in the front of his pants. I stared at the bulge pointing in my direction for a few seconds and made up my mind.