Chapter 58 – Trixie takes Paris out

After my experience with Mal, I really want to have an opposing experience. Something I can carry in my head and think of as fun and sexy. While Grace could certainly provide the sexy part, I want to feel more in control, so I give Trixie a call and ask if she wants to go out on a date tomorrow. Knowing that Trixie likes us being equal I tease her about being in a ‘particular mood’ and promise that I’ll be wearing some of her favorite lingerie and even that new pink dress and pink boots. I’d still rather not go out on the town dressed like that, but it’s the price to pay in order to see Trixie dressed that way.

As I expected, Mal missed my attention and had me in to ‘attend to him’ twice on Monday and three times on Tuesday. Thankfully they weren’t repeats of that first experience and none required me to undress, though Mal’s hands did spend a lot of time wandering over my body. Near the end of the day on Tuesday, when I was busy planning out my date with Trixie, Mal called me into his office. Having already given him three hand jobs earlier that day I wasn’t concerned that he’d be looking for another one. What I should have been concerned about was him returning the favor. Walking in, I carried a large stack of files that Mal had wanted for the next morning, so I didn’t notice him closing the door behind me. I didn’t notice him walking up behind me or eyeing my rear as I bent over his desk to lay down the files. What I did notice was his hand landing on the small of my back, forcing me down to lay atop his desk.

Hoping that I could get out of having him finger me right here and now I try wiggling out of his grasp, but his hand remains planted in the small of my back and keeps me planted on the desk letting only my hips and ass wiggle about. With a quick yank, Mal pulls up my tight short skirt until it’s bunched up around my waist. Another yank has my panties down to my thighs.

I cringe inwardly as I replay our conversation in my head, realizing I told Mal that we didn’t have to change what we were doing. I meant that I would continue to give him hand jobs, not that I wanted him to continue fingering me. I try to huff out a protest, but Mal just shushes me, telling me that ‘his girl’ looked hot and bothered and he’d take care of that for her. When I tried to reach up to move his hand off my back all I did was offer my hands up to be held themselves. Mal gathered up my wrists then placed them together on my back and used them as extra pressure to keep me bent over and exposed to him.

At this point I know there’s no getting out of this. I don’t offer up any more resistance when he nudges my legs as far as apart as my panties will allow, nor do I try to keep his lubed fingers from pushing into my ass. As my face scrunches up at this invasion I briefly consider letting Mal know that I can receive pleasure from my new prosthetic but quickly toss that idea aside, afraid that he might take that as an invitation to do this to me more.

While Grace and Trixie still occasionally use a dildo on me back there, they always include my pussy in any pleasure so it’s more immediate and intense. Going back to simply anal stimulation makes it frustratingly slow to build up and allows Mal to drag out our little porn play for a full thirty minutes. Inevitably though, he finds that magic spot deep inside of me that curls my toes and has me biting my lip to prevent exactly what he wants to hear… me screaming his name.

I’m not sure which is worse. The fact that I’m going to have to have my date with Trixie with the recent memory of being fingered by Mal or watching his cocky grin as he is so obviously full of himself from the ‘pleasing of his girl’.

It doesn’t take long to get home, get changed, promise Grace that we’ll have Thursday night together, and then head out to meet Trixie at the club. Without even comparing notes, Trixie and I end up as close to twins as we’re able to. My pink dress and boots match her electric blue dress and boots exactly. We each chose a thick matching color choker and have a collection of bangley bracelets on. Our hair is styled almost identically with a high ponytail, me with an electric blue scrunchie and Trixie sporting a hot pink one. Even our makeup is similar, showing off our eyes and lips more than anything else.

As we walk in Trixie whispers in my ear that she wants to make tonight really special for me, as sexy as she can. I get excited until we enter the club proper and I see that we’re here for a show. The Cock Pit. An aviation themed all male strip club revue. I try not to let my disappointment show, knowing that Trixie’s intentions are honest and sincere since she still associates me more like her, as liking men as much, if not more, than women.

We’re in time for the opening amateur open stage performances and stay for the full two-hour show. I’m fairly sure Trixie set something up with the club owner or performers in advance as they seemed to focus on our table every time they came off the stage for some audience participation. I had at least three of the performers’ barely covered cocks bouncing inches from my face during our time there and even had my opportunity to be pulled up on stage for a very long, very public lap dance with three of the hunky guys all at once. Trixie had them email both of us the photo they took of me, a stripper on either side of me standing in a superman-like pose, my dainty hands reaching up and cupping their loincloth covered privates. Of course, the photo didn’t show the dancers each pulling my hands up to their crotches while Trixie yelled on lewd encouragements from the cheap seats.

After all the strippers joined us in just their loincloths for a last drink, Trixie and I finally leave. I let her get the Uber and it takes us to a bar I hadn’t been to before. Initially it was fine by me as I really just wanted to down some drinks and forget the previous couple hours, and the previous couple hours before that, but that was before I realized where Trixie took us. A gay bar.

I have no problem with gay bars. The guys and I have been to them a few times as they’ll often have great music acts performing in addition to their nice atmosphere and good prices. Plus, Trixie was always taking me to different lipstick lesbian bars around town. But this wasn’t that. This was a bar filled with big body building type guys. Everybody had an athlete’s physique and even in our high heeled boots they towered over Trixie and me. While I didn’t exactly like being surrounded by men, I thought that at least we’d be left alone. But even there, I was wrong.

It wasn’t even two minutes after we sat down at the bar before the bartender brought over two margaritas and pointed over to a table with four guys. Trixie nodded, picked up the drinks, winked at me, and indicated for me to follow her over to the guys’ table.

They fellas moved around so that Trixie and I could sit with a guy on either side of us. I played along, smiling, joking, giggling, and completely in the dark as to what was going on as all four of the guys seemed more interested in Trixie and me than in each other. After a couple drinks, the loud thumping EDM started up, and the guys pulled Trixie and I out to the dance floor. Two guys for each of us. I continued to play along as I simply got a wink and a giggle from Trixie as she started to shake and shimmy in front of her two guys.

As my two fellas, Robert and Bob, started dancing near me, I did my best to get into the deep beat groove of MK’s Dior. As more people came onto the floor and it became more crowded, Robert moved out of my view as Bob came up right in front of me. And while this was no slow song by any imagination, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. After only a moment’s hesitation, not wanting to look like I didn’t know what was going on even as I had no idea what was happening, I wrapped my arms around Bob’s neck and continued to sway to his rhythm. Just as I was getting used to being held so close while dancing to this kind of music, I felt someone come up behind me and start grinding against my rear. I whipped my head around only to find Robert there, making me a Paris sandwich between two pieces of man bread. My shocked open mouth expression was obviously misinterpreted as Robert reached up to caress my cheek and hold me looking back as he came in and started kissing me. I let out a moan of protest that I’m sure was lost in the music as he continued to passionately kiss me while both he and Bob bumped and grinded against me.

As soon as Robert pulled away from the kiss, all smiles and happy looking, I felt Bob’s hand on my other cheek, turning me to face him. I let out another protesting moan, this time fed into Bob’s mouth as he pulled me into a kiss. While kissing I thought Bob was letting me back away from him, but I only got a half step away which was evidently enough space for Robert to reach around and grab two handfuls of my breasts that were so beautifully on display with my new pink dress. For the next three songs, DJ Kuba’s Cream, Timmy Trumpet’s Ole!, and Armin van Buuren’s By Now, I was kissed and bumped and grinded and turned and touched and caressed nonstop.

When Robert and Bob finally relented and guided me back to the table, I saw that Trixie was already there resting across the laps of both of her guys, giggling and laughing as they helped her with what looked like her third margarita. Thankfully I’d gotten good at the bathroom signal and had Trixie jumping off the guys’ laps and going over to the bathroom with me. Not too surprisingly there was only one woman in the lady’s room and she was just finishing up with a line of coke. Once she staggered out, after politely offering Trixie and I ‘a snort’ which we politely declined, I turned on Trixie with my eyes wide and hands held out wide in what I hoped was an obvious ‘What The Fuck!?’ gesture.

Trixie broke down in a full belly laugh. I could tell that she’s had enough to drink to be tipsy but wasn’t full on drunk yet, so I gave her time to get herself together. When she finally stopped laughing, she turned to the mirror and started fixing up her makeup. Used to the routine, I turn and do the same as she explains, “Paris, I’m surprised you haven’t been to a bar like this before. A lot of girls come here because there are always guys looking for beards.”

I took me a minute, as the image of men searching for facial hair ran through my head, before I got it. “Wait, so those guys really are gay? Because Robert and Bob both spent the last ten minutes practically molesting me out there on the dance floor.”

Trixie popped her lips to even out her fresh coat of lip gloss and grinned at my reflection. “I’m, like, totally sure. I’ve brought my boyfriend here before so that he could see it for himself and I got more attention than him. These guys normally work in environments where it’s not acceptable to be out, so they come here to practice being with women and even pick up girls to go out in public with. Women come because they get hit on and taken care of but there’s no worry about some drunk guy taking it too far or getting into a relationship. Heck, most girls that come here are in relationships and just want a taste of something different, ya know!?”

In Trixie’s weird way of thinking, this did make sense. She’s always talking about going out and getting guys with me but between me playing at ‘being shy’ around guys and her having a boyfriend, a place like this would make perfect sense to her. She gets to ‘help me’ be with guys and yet not have to deal with any further attention than what we got. Now, knowing that it would be safe to play the flirt without fear of going further I sighed, smiled, and leaned into it, “Okay, you had me worried there. I mean, being with those guys was, like, hot and everything, but I wasn’t ready for a threesome or anything.”

Trixie turned quickly toward me with a worried look on her face, and I realized that she and Grace had been with me and she could have taken what I said as not liking threesomes. Quickly, wanting to experience that again, I add, “Oh, I mean a threesome without you! Those I’m always up for!”

Trixie looked overly relieved as she pulled me in for a hug, “Good, because I was hoping to get you revved up as I have something more planned for tonight. Wanna get out of here and go to the hotel room!?”

Wanting more than anything to get alone with Trixie, I grab her hand and pull her out of the bathroom. As we say our goodbyes to the fellas, it’s clear that they had no intention of going further with Trixie and me and seem happy enough to send us off.

As I settled into the Uber with Trixie and started gently making out with her, a thought crossed my mind. Was she so surprised at my comment about threesomes because she had someone else at the hotel? Was Grace there? Was there another friend of Trxie’s there!?

It seems that after all the male attention this evening, it might still turn out to be one extra sexy night!