driving to the club

Tom kept glancing over at Sarah on the drive to the club. She was doing some final touchups to her makeup. She made a kissy face in the mirror and said "Girl, you are so goddamn fuckable!". She noticed Tom looking at her and smiled, shifting her leg so that her dress rode up above the top of her stocking. "I see you want some of that," she said. "But first things first. Let's see what kind of pussy they have at the Crazy Horse tonight."

Tom was having trouble reconciling the strange combination of behavior. Then it struck him. He imagined if Cassius was born as Sarah but still somehow had basically his same personality, this could be the result. He thought about that. Cassius the womanizer, the party guy who always was looking for a good time. Cassius, his best bud since grade school, getting Tom in to trouble with his schemes and games. Now Sarah seems to have filled much of that role, even staying as his wingman - but also his sex partner! Tom smiled. He could get used to this!

"What's the plan?" he asked her.

Sarah looked thoughtful. "Hmm, I haven't decided yet. Do I play the innocent young wife being introduced to this scene for the first time? Or let myself go and just be my normal horndog self?"