To the next day, to the business meeting

You wake up on Friday, get ready for work and leave in no hurry. You love your work and unlike than a week ago you walk there with a light step and a smile.

Your morning duties gets you praise, as always, and with the energy boost of your boss’ cum in your belly, work goes extra easy.

At lunch time, the important delegation arrives. Three middle aged men in dark suits, average appearance, average appeal. You're getting to know the kind, you feel they're what you'll mostly have to deal with in this job when… if …. you don't turn back into a man and keep it. You smile. You like doing this, men are easy to handle you've found since you’re no longer one. They're simple creatures with simple needs. And this type - the outwardly conservative, stuck up middle aged business man - even more so than others, you’re pretty sure your choice of entertainment will hit the spot.

You boss shakes the men’s hand, you get to hug them and feel their hand wandering all over you as a greeting,

“My secretary Ms. {last_name_female} has made some arrangements for us to begin your negotiations in a relaxed atmosphere, haven't you, Lexi.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You smile is professional and seductive at the same time, exactly what your job entails.

“If you wan to follow me…”

You lead them to the company car park, hear them chat...

"No, I don t know where she takes us either. I left the whole organization to her."

"You really think a woman know what experienced business men need for a - relaxing atmosphere?"

"I have yet to encounter the male need {fist_name_female}doesn't know how to satisfy."

You hear them laugh and blush . more out of professional pride as to the praise than out of embarrassed. You'd have scoffed at the thought as a man, but the way you service your boss now rally make you proud.

You press the car key button and the big company limousine you reserved honks. Without hesitation you get behind the wheel, you're in charge of the day, you drive. Your boss on the passenger seat, the guests have ample space on the wide backseat and get into talks about business immediately back there. These men have exactly two modes, you have found, work and – play. You're sure you know their taste on play.

“Well, surprise me, Lexi" your boss whispers and smiles at you and you nod, smiling back. The drive takes about twenty minutes, your destination is at the outskirts of the city, as such establishments usually are. You get out, hand the key to the valet and face your guests.

"Gentlemen, Welcome to the Soleil Levant.”

Your boss grins.

“How does a nice girl like you even know of such a place?”

You grin back.

“I thought I had made another impression until now about that ‘nice’ part, Sir.”

And of course – even though the memory seems to fade more and more – you were not always a girl. When you were a man – not just any man but a pretty pathetic regular frequenter of whores and strippers, you of course heard about the best place. That you you could never afford to visit. The irony isn’t lost on you and makes you snicker softly that you can enter it now, on company expense. As a woman. The last days sure have made a difference inside of you. You feel a pang of contempt for these three man, giggling like schoolboys as they get the idea of what the entertainment you organised. Weak little creatures, unable to use both their brain and their little dicks at the same time now that the bloods is flowing downward. And you have a lot more respect for the women working here. You feel glad that you never came here as a man - as a woman, with the empathy you're now capable of and the sympathy you feel for the workers of this place, you feel a lot better to frequent it. Like you deserve it.

You walk to the pretty, half naked female receptionist.

"Hi, My name is Lexi Jordan. I called yesterday about the all inclusive package for the whole day.“

"Of course Ma’am. Four men and one woman?“

You nod.

And hand her the black plastic rectangular with the unlimited access to this palace of pleasure. She pulls the credit card through the machine which makes a pleased noise and smiles brighter at you.

“Very well. You’re free to use all the services of the house until we close at 6 am. Please wear these all the time, they give you access to all areas and all members of the staff.”

She hands you five velveteen black bracelets with a small square hard spot in them, an RFID chip, you assume.

“Over there are the changing rooms – unisex, I’m afraid, as are the restrooms, we don't... get many female guests. If you’d like we could arrange something for you in the staff changing and restrooms...”

She shrugs apologetically and you smile.

“No need, I’m not going to stand by the side here, the guys will get to see enough of me one way or the other.”

She giggles.

“I wish we had more female guests. OK… You can take off as many clothes as you wish while being here, we recommend to wear nothing more than underwear or go naked naked, however you feel most comfortable. Over there is the bar, buffet and dance area, most new guests tend to start there and mingle with the girls. There's the spa – multiple whirlpools, sauna and the girls working there are trained in multiple massage techniques, standard or happy ending. The lounge area, for guests who don't mind getting active in groups, and the private rooms are behind that arch.”

You nod understanding.

“Of course black wristbands have priority access to all areas - if you reserve a room we keep it free for you until you need it and if you decide spontaneously, you can have any available commodity. And every girl.”

You smile and take the wristbands.

“Thanks. That sounds very convenient.”

“If you have any further questions or needs, just ask me.”

You nod and walk back your group.

You hand the men their wristbands and get an appreciative whistle from one of our guest.

“Nice. I've seen men wear these in some clubs I've been to, but I never got myself to get an All Access pass myself, quite an investment..."

Your boss smiles as he puts his on.

“It’s an honour to treat our esteemed business partner with only the best.”

He nods at you with a contend smile that make you feel warm inside. Professional appreciation. Still something you have to get used to. Never got any as a man.

You lead the men to the changing rooms and you pick lockers to put your stuff in. Two men remain in underpants – one pair of boxers not letting you guess the size of its content and one pair of tight briefs seemly hiding nothing too big. The head of the delegation as well as your boss strip naked – and you're quite impressed by that visitor's cock. Semi erect only yet, but quite big, circumcised, veiny. Of course you've been thinking about how far you’ll push yourself treating the delegation yourself instead of leaving them to the women of the House and you wouldn't mind laying hand on that one personally. You snicker. You just can't seem to keep your curiosity about watching and judging cocks in check. This female body and mind is a real slut for them. Or maybe you’re just allowed to let it out now that you’re a woman. You shrug, Whatever.

You’ve decided to keep on your underwear, not for modesty reasons, but to stick out. You deliberately picked the most conservative pair of panties and bra you have bought since you're a woman - which isn't - too modest, really. Black Brazilian style panties and a black bra covering half your your C-Cup breasts. Nor more revealing than a bikini, really and a contrast to all the women you've seen in this club so far, who are naked or dressed in flimsiest, transparent and /or ruffled lingerie. Together with the black wristband this should do to distinguish you as a guest, not an employee. Not that you'd mind attention from the other guests… you feel yourself blush slightly at the thought of being mistaken for a hooker, but every time you have to reject a john means you can't take care of your job. You also leave on the gemstone that glows warmly on your chest.

Turns out, your outfit is more than enough to get praise form your boss’ potential business partners. Maybe even because you stick out from the other women by hiding more. You're not used to being in that position; since you're a woman you usually present your charms freely and more than other women a round you – which is always a great success to get male attention. Seems today you speak to an other part of the simple male psyche. The hunter. Among the women presenting themselves as available for these men can have a the snap of a finger, your only half naked and maybe half available body attract their eyes.

“Thank you for taking us here, Ms. Lexi.”

The head of the delegation hugs you and kisses your cheek, his hand on the thin fabric of your panties covering your ass.

“It seems you’re not just smart but also very attractive, your boss is a truly lucky man!”

You smile and nod.

“Thank you very much Sir. Just doing my work.”

Your boss laughs.

“A bit more than that, I AM very lucky, indeed.”

You blush and take the initiative again to cover it up.

“Alright, shall we begin? We can stay all night and all day. Of course you gentleman can disperse and follow your own individual interests and past-times whenever yo wish. I'd recommend we start together and begin the day with a drink at the bar and maybe a bite to eat?”

All nod in agreement and you lead the group to the bar. You do notice none of the men have a problem to follow your lead and recommendations, even though this place is destined to boost their egos to a point where they consider women as mere commodities. You've grown into your job, gained confidence and control; you feel more powerful and useful than you ever did as a man.

The drinks they order reflect the fact that they aren't paying themselves. Starting with a round of the best Scotch of the House just because they can before you all switch to your favourite poison in round two. Two beers - pricey imported ones, of course - a Martini, a Gin Tonic and the pinkest, girliest cocktail the barwoman can make for you.

“Never made this for a guest”, she chuckles.

It’s sweet and creamy, comes with an umbrella and pieces of fruit. You’d never have dreamed of ordering it when you were a man. It’s the best drink you ever had.

The men's attention starts to focus on the stage where a stripper does her best, You look at it as well, maybe with a bit more objective eyes. Not that you don’t find her attractive and her show exiting, you do like women, still, after all. But you've seen better dance numbers in cheaper joints. The atmosphere does the trick though and the tips are way higher than a that place.

You all grab some snacks from the buffet while you settle in - you'd never have eaten in the places you frequented as a man, but this buffet is clean, well maintained and by no means seems less trustworthy than any hotel or restaurant brunch. And the food's delicious.

It doesn't take long until you get the ladies’ attention, the black wristbands, despite their mute colour seem to stand out like beacons, attracting the workers like moths to a flame.

You pay drinks and laugh with the girls. They’re really good at animating their guests, you don't just get to work in an establishment like this by being hot you guess. Social skills are key. Soon enough the two lower ranking males in their underwear take off with two women each to the private quarters, while your boss, the delegation head and you remain at the bar, surrounded by a flock of hookers.

Or is it a pack? The nerd in you, animated by the sweet drinks muses about the collective noun for escorts and you chuckle.

Whatever they're called you notice you do get your fair share of attention from them. Guest is guest, rare as women may be here, and you feel some of the ladies may prefer a female guest for a change. You give in easily, of course, as much as your female self fancies men, you’re glad that the curse didn’t turn you into a straight female, you enjoy being bi immensely. you imagine Alexander scoffing at that description but you can't help suspecting after all these days as a woman that you were bi as a man, too. Just very, very deep in the closet. If nothing else, this insight was worth the week as a woman, if… when… if… you turn back.

You return the kiss of one of the women who as the first to gather enough courage to go for the female client and sits on your lap now. She smells great and tastes even better and the laughs of your boss and his guest you hear only encourage you. You enjoy this too much to care what if they think it's just a show for them.

Eventually the women lead you three to the lounging area, as the receptionist called it – a huge room with mattresses, couches, lounge chairs, and pillows everywhere. It's dimly lit enough to create an atmosphere but bright enough to be able to see everything. It’s no place meant for privacy and you feel you're getting wet and tingly seeing the couples, threesomes and groups of guests and employees all over the room. You look at your two male companions: the highest ranking ones of your little group and wonder if the confidence takes to be here now instead of in the private chambers the lower ranking men chose to go to developed with the jobs. Or if the made it this far because it’s in their nature to be this confident.

The prostitutes – seven all in all, your wristbands do get a lot of attention, pull you three to an open unused space of pillows and mats and you lie down and let the do their miracles.

The next timespan is a blur of flesh and sweat, cum and pussy juices, hands and hair and cocks and mouths all over your body. The lines between paying guest and hired hooker get fuzzy - in your case, that is - you lick the other women's pussies as eagerly as they take care of yours and you're quite sure your female eyes are not fooled and the orgasms they have by your tongue and hand are areal. Especially when you compare them to some of the orgasms they present to the males that surely are not. But apparently the men are - more gullible than you. But you grant the males that they also act like this is a regular orgy and not paid one, the don't just lean back and let the women work, they use hands and mouths and cocks to caress and please and tease the women who actually paid to please them. To the best of their male ability. Which isn't that much. But better than nothing, you’re sure you wouldn't have made even that it of effort to not be a jerk when you were a man. Since you're a woman you've come to the understanding that really many… most men are more sexually capable than Alexander was….

Of course you also take your place as a serving woman to your male superiors, never forgetting that the purpose of this visit is to please your guests. You lick the cum off of him and his hooker when he cums - which is quite often, you notice approvingly, and you use your mouth and hands to get him hard and ready again, supporting the working women taking care of him, who smile at you sisterly, be it just as fellow women in this place or because they accept you as a paid servant of male lust for the moment. Which technically you are - this is a work day and you do get paid for your time.

You don't know how long this orgy lasts, you left all your watches and phones in the lockers and no clocks are to be seen anywhere. This is a timeless place - but eventfully you three customers of the orgy do agree to take some time to rest. You lie down between the two men and spend some time cuddling, cleaning the two men by licking up globs of cum and pussy juices from their bodies, feeding on them until you feel rested enough to get up. You go the bar to get something to eat and drink to rehydrate and gather strength. You meet the other two men there, chatting with a couple of women, laughing as you arrive. Apparently you've been gone for quite a while, notably longer than they were busy with their two women.

You all decide to relax in the spa for a little, take some ladies with you there and slide into a whirlpool. You enjoy it a lot, your muscles feel a little sore, but the warm water relaxes and revises them and you soon you feel ready for more. And seemingly your companions do too. You stay in the water for a while, playing with the women, kissing and teasing, only one of the men, one of the younger ones who now have gotten rid of their underpants, and last inhibitions, too, used the pool time to fuck one of the girls, you others save your energy and walk over to the massage tables. No need to ask if they want happy endings - everyone does, the women here, all naked, and oiled up get to work on you.

You personally enjoy the massage a lot, even before the adult part comes to play - the masseuse is skilled, she’s not just a hooker rubbing your tits and ass for foreplay, she seems to be a trained masseuse who just happens to work this this place and offers seem special, better paid services.

That you get to now, her hand wandering over your tits an between your legs.

“Do you work on a lot of women?”

You can't help but ask. You Hove noticed your female body is a bit more – discerning when it comes to – happy endings. Literally every woman could have given Alexander a happy ending by hand, but your pussy demands skills.

She smiles.

“Not since I work here, but I'm a trained masseuse I've worked therapeutically. And as for the – special duties, I have a lot of private experience with woman.”

She winks and you smile.

Spread your legs a little and let her prove her skills to you. Which she does. Like the pro she is. Her fingers rub your clit and slide into your wet pussy while the other hand keeps massaging your tits and nipples and it doesn't take long to get toe the ending. Quite a happy one.

You lie back with a sight, relaxed, contend, and take look around. The other massage stations are empty of already have new guest on them you’re last. She notices your look.

“Men are always easier to finish off, aren't they? So much simpler.”

You hare a sisterly giggle.

“They sure are.”

You know from experience. You sure were. Such a simple creature.

You walk back to the bar area after a short refreshing shower, where the men are already in - conversation again with a bunch of new women flocking around them.

The head of the delegation waves you to him, puts an arm around you and begins to kiss your neck. His cock is standing up hard and erect and you smile as you feel his attention getting your pussy going again already.

"Thanks again for organizing all this, Lexi. You're a real excellent secretary. What do you say if we find us a a place more private and get to know each other a little better? We ARE here but to get to build friendly relations between our companies, and not just to fool around with random hookers, as fun as it is, am I right?”

You smile - feel yourself blush that in the midst of all these available, hot women he’s interested in a tryst with you - but you guess there's he hunter's instinct again. Even though you've lost your underwear long ago in the lounge room and are naked and like all other women do exude an air of availability, you're still special, not just because of the black wristband but – you hope - because of the confidence this well tuned business date gives you. You nod.

"I would be an honour, Sir.”

And led him to the private rooms - the chip in your wristband opens you every available room - and you decide to go for as simple one, not a themed room. Big heart-shaped bed, mirrored ceiling, red velvet draperies on the walls. He’s following you like an obedient puppy, accepting your role in organizing all this gives you the lead in picking a room, as well. You both sit down on the bed under a mirrored ceiling and start kissing, his hands wander all over our body, your returning the favour as you exchange salvia and tongue massages, exploring the other body.

He’s passed 50, has a bit of belly, but is otherwise well toned and fit. His cock, now fully erect keeps the promise it made in the changing room and you enjoy touching it as you let your hand slide down to it and rub it gently, making him moan into your mouth

You both need no foreplay, the day so far has brought you into a state of raging hormones and excitement.

You push him back onto the bed – your confidence boost about his successful day is lasting and growing, you have no doubt that this is the position you want, and he seems not inclined to speak up to contradict you. You straddle him sit in his crotch and let his hard cock slide into your wet, welcoming pussy, put your hands yon his chest for support and smile down on him as you begin to gyrate your hips, flex your muscles in your pussy and the start riding your stud, the wild, free, strong cowgirl hat you are.

He puts his hands on your ass, but you don’t let him guide you, you alone determine the speed and rhythm and depth of this fuck and you can see in his face this powerful man very much enjoys being below you for now and letting you do what ever you want to hi.

The ride takes long - you've already noticed in the lounge room his stamina is pretty impressive for a man his age, as is his comeback power. You've lost count how often he came in the lounge room plus at least one a the massage. And yet he shows no sign of weakness, his cock rock hard and persevering.

You lost track of time riding it, feeling several waves of pleasure run over you – you have long lost count of your own orgasms as well in this place, as well, before you finally feel him twitch inside you and shoot his hot load into your womb. You keep riding him, until he’s all limp and slides out, then bend forward and kiss him.

"I hope that wasn't’ too much of a disappointment in this place with all these professionals. I'm sure they’re much more skilled than I am.”

You fish for compliments. Successfully.

“You're the absolute highlight of the day, Lexi.”

He kisses your mouth greedily.

“I know we won't repeat this whole day ever time I get to come here for business, but I really hope I get to redo YOU!”

You smile and kiss him back.

“Only if the deal works out, of course!”

He grins.

“You sure make a compelling point. You can tell your boss he has a deal. And he can thank you alone for it.”

You blush. Despite all you have experienced today, nothing made you wet and tingly and hot faster and harder than professional success. You kiss him again, lick the cum and pussy juices of off his limp cock before you lead him back to the common area.

The other men are no longer to be seen, apparently all busy on their own.

You and your new business partner take a trip to the sauna in the spa, where you have a long, pleasant kissing and make out session, licking and fingering each other to an other orgasm. Before the other men burst into the steamy hot room with female companions and the twosome again turns into an orgy.

Thus the day continues, with orgies and couplings and threesomes in all possible combinations.

When you tell your boss you sealed the deal, he takes you to a private room and goes down on you for a long, intense, mind shattering cunnilingus that makes you cum four times until you beg him to stop. Never in your life as a man could you have imagined to be So thoroughly satisfied. Male bodies are just so much poorer equipped. Afterwards, he's refusing refusing to let you return the favour.

“That was a little bonus for your part in this deal, Lexi. Enjoy it, there's more where that cums from if you keep being that productive.”

You smile gratefully and at least manage to thank him with a passionate kiss before you go back to the others.,

You all lose track of time completely, the day and night fly by in daze of flesh and cum and pussies and tits, and asses and orgasms to manifold and massive to count. But eventually every business negotiation must end and when you're all back in the changing room, tired, exhausted, but also exhilarated and contend, getting dressed and putting your watches back on or looking at your phones - you're all stunned to see it's 4:56 am. The club closes in an hour – you spent about half a day in orgiastic Eden. You return your wristbands to the reception – not the same girl, obviously, you spent more time in here today than anyone working.

“Come, back soon.”

She chirps and your boss grins.

“We definitely will. And I’ll recommend this place for business deals and conferences to all other departments,

He kisses you.

“Great job, Lexi

You call some taxis – you've all had way to much to drink and also way too little sleep to take the company car, that'll stay here until Monday, you guess - to take you home. Exchange hugs and kisses – the leader of the delegation and you in particular intimately and passionately. And make your ways home. You think you’re much to excited to sleep you you're also exhausted and fall asleep in the back of the cab against the shoulder of your boss, dreaming of orgasmic scenes and orgies of lust until you wake up in front of your house and go to bed to continue dreaming.