Two women show interest.

The bar is a few miles away and my anticipation and excitement builds as Jordan drives us there. The luxury car he wished for is opulent inside and I squirm in the large leather upholstered seat enjoying the feel of it against so much bare skin. I can feel my pussy throbbing moistly from arousal as I imagine the women that will be at the bar. Though I've been changed outwardly I notice that I'm still turned on by the thought of a woman rather than a man. Perhaps this isn't so bad after all, if Jordan's right maybe I can get more pussy as I am now than I ever dreamed of as a guy.

I try to put out of my mind my willingness to suck Jordan's cock earlier. True he's made it clear that he'll be fucking me tonight, but maybe even that will worth enduring for the chance to fuck some hot chick. I glance at Jordan who's humming happily to himself as he drives and wonder if he'd wish me up a strap on if I ask later. That would be cool, almost like being a guy again with a pair of hot legs wrapped around me as I pounded some pussy.

The journey's soon over and we park up outside the bar on the outskirts of town. I notice that most of the cars outside are expensive models, though only a couple are as neat as the one we're driving. We enter the bar without incident. I guess when you're rich and beautiful doormen don't insist on ID.

The music inside throbs through my body and I look eagerly around the room at the numerous hot women. Jordan takes my arm and steers me to the bar where he orders himself a beer and gets me a cocktail. I look at the bowl sized glass adorned with umbrella's and slices of fruit.

"Gee thanks Jordan." I say dubiously.

"Drink up Alex, it'll loosen you up a bit." Jordan urges me. "You've already been checked out by just about everyone in the place. Once you hit the floor you'll be the center of attention."

"You want me to dance?" I ask as I discard all the novelties from my drink and drain the sugary sweet cocktail. "I can't dance to save my life."

"No problem, you've got a dancer's body." Jordan whispers in my ear. "I wish you could dance just like Shakira."

The music sounds different to me straight away. The beat seems to course through me and I feel the urge to move to it. Jordan takes my glass and sets it down before hustling me onto the dance floor. A track with a fast latin beat begins to play and my body responds to it naturally. Though strange at first, I soon stop marveling at my newly acquired ability as I surrender my senses to the rhythm. My body gyrates sensuously as I dance with Jordan. I hardly notice as a space begins to clear around us as more and more people stop to watch me.

Jordan it appears is quite a good dancer himself and I'm actually enjoying this. My hips shake and my big breasts jiggle as I twist and turn. Occasionally I pull in close to Jordan and our bodies grind together almost in a simulation of lovemaking. We dance through three tracks before Jordan calls a halt. By this time we're alone on the dance floor, everyone else has stood back to admire the show I've been putting on. As I spin to a stop and pant from the exercise a ripple of applause begins and swiftly grows as the other people in the bar show they're appreciation for my performance.

"Look to your right." Jordan says pulling me close and speaking softly. "I think we've hit the jackpot."

I look where Jordan indicates. Two women are eying Jordan and myself with obvious interest. They are speaking to each other and smiling broadly.

"I wish we could hear what they're saying." Jordan says.