Turning sharply he headed as fast as he could towards the Pink Lagoon. He passed two more people on the way, both seemed not to see him and he breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived at the Pink Lagoon and saw the car in the car park. His relief was short live though as he realised the car was empty. In the window was a note - Steve…see you inside!
With trepidation he approached the door of the club which was manned by two burly bouncers.
“Ladies night tonight” One announced, a broad beaming grin across his face. Just as Steven was about to turn and run the other bouncer spoke up.
“Amanda said you would be along and to send you straight in.” He swung open the door and waived Steven through. Chrissie was waiting just inside and looped her arm through his to sweep him along to the bar. All the girls cheered as he arrived, a scowl on his face.
“Stephanie!” Amanda squealed in greeting. It took a few moments for him to realise she was referring to him. She turned to the barmaid and ordered drinks for everyone then introduced Steven to the barmaid as “Steffie, my dear friend. She is so full of surprises!”
Steven was now full of dread again. A quick glance around revealed that it was indeed Ladies Night and he was more than conscious of the discomfort of his manhood beneath the tiny skirt and flimsy g-string. One wrong move and the crown jewels would be on public display. Collecting their drinks Chrissie once again looped an arm through Stevens and Mary joined on the other side. They guided him across the dance floor to a nest of tables on the far side. Finally they were seated and Steven very carefully lowered himself onto the long seat between Chrissie and Mary. Liz, Amanda and Cassie sat the opposite. Amanda was buoyant and continually greeting friends who passed by. Steven held on the hem of his skirt and tried to shrink down in the seat. He gulped back his first two drinks much to the amusement of the rest of the girls. They drank profusely loving every moment of their wicked deed and a waitress made regular trips to their table.
“Do you fancy a dance, Steffie?” Chrissie asked mischievously.
“You know I bloody well……” Steven hissed, afraid that someone may over hear his obviously masculine voice.
“Oh but this is my favourite song!” she announced and dragged him up from his seat and out onto the dance floor. To resist would have brought attention to himself, so reluctantly he stumbled along with her.
In amongst the dancers Steven was buffeted by a rowdy crowd of alcohol fuelled women. More disturbing was the effect their gyrating close dancing was having on him. Try as he might he could not stop the stirring in his loins as not one but three separate girls in close proximity seemed intent on brushing breasts and buttocks against him. Chrissie too was doing her best to antagonise him. She had allowed several buttons of her blouse to fall open and with select moves bending forward managed to constantly flash the braless flesh of her pert breasts to him. She would turn, brushing against him as she did so and then wiggle her arse at him. She stepped close to him and put her mouth to his ear “I’m not wearing any knickers!” She called out loud enough that he was sure that it was audible to everyone else despite the music. As she did so she pushed her hand beneath his skirt and wrapped her fingers around his cock through the lace underwear. Although she did so for only a few seconds his heart lurched into his mouth, certain that someone must have seen her.
“It’s ok, most of them here tonight are lesbians!” she trilled into his ear again. His fear though had rapidly progressed from being seen to now trying to hide the semi-erection that was tenting his skirt. Chrissie roared with laughter on seeing his predicament. She grabbed him by the wrist and led him back towards the table but not without taking a less than direct route through the crowd. Steven buffeted and bumped his way through the packed women all too aware of every instant of contact that his cock made against each one of them. He took a deep breath as they crossed the space between the dance floor and the tables crossing his hands in front of him to cover himself. The g-string was now redundant and simply folded into the crease of his leg down one side of his cock. Chrissie hurriedly informed the excited girls of what had happened and they all leaned over to look at Steven as he tried to push his erection out of sight beneath the skirt. The waitress arrived with more drinks and as she placed them on the table he again tried to make himself invisible by sliding down on the seat. To his horror though Mary slipped her hand under the table and took a hold of his cock. It leapt to life in her hand and as Amanda engaged the Waitress in conversation Mary began to slowly masturbate him as she nonchalantly texted someone on her cell ‘phone. Blood rushed to his cheeks and he looked at Mary with startled eyes. She ignored him and merely looked up at the waitress and chipped in with the odd bit of conversation as if nothing was happening beneath the table top. He tried to discretely slap her wrist away but Mary simply tightened her grip and began to work him faster. His heart started to race in his chest and sweat beaded his brow.
“Is your friend Ok?” The waitress asked noticing his discomfort.
Mary glanced at Steven as if oblivious to his presence. “Oh yeah, she’s a bit hot that’s all.”
“I’d take her to the loo’s, get her cooled off.” The waitress advised. “She looks spent”.
“Almost,” Mary replied with a wry grin. “But she will be soon. Maybe I’ll do that.”
The waitress moved off and the girls all burst out laughing. Steven gasped and grabbed Mary’s hand trying to prise her fingers free of his cock. She stopped the motion but still kept a grip.
“I think we should take you to the toilets, get you cooled down.” She said “I think you’re getting much too excited“.
Amanda thrust her handbag across the table to him. “Here, hide it behind that” she offered as Mary let go of him. Steven stood awkwardly. He had to push his cock under the skirt flat against his belly and hold it here by pressing the handbag to his groin. He was so aroused that just the pressure of the bag brought him close to the edge. Mary judged the strained look on his face correctly and laughed.
“I wouldn’t make a mess of Amanda’s bag if I were you. She might make you walk home.” The girls all shrieked with laughter.
Mary led the way through the crowd closely followed by Steven. The girls followed in a line a few paces behind. All of a sudden a drunken blonde tumbled over on the dance floor and landed at Stevens’ feet. His mind focused on reaching the sanctity of the toilets, he failed to notice in time and stumbled over her falling to the floor legs splayed. In the fever of the thrumming music and flashing lighting no-one noticed as Steven snapped his legs together and grabbed the bag to tightly to his groin. In seconds Mary had grabbed his hands and hauled him to his feet. They raced away again through the crowd. As they reached the toilets he turned to go into the Gents but Mary grabbed him just in time and pushed him towards the Ladies.
“In there you fool!” She hissed.
As the door closed behind them the sound of the music reduced to muffled bass thumping. The room was cooler and Steven was conscious of a breeze around his exposed upper thighs and bare buttocks. His cock was relaxing now and hung down below the hem of the skirt in its semi-flaccid state. He pulled the bag closer to himself. He was shocked to see several of the cubical doors open even though they were occupied, several girls in undignified positions sat astride the toilets, knickers round their ankles talking to friends who stood at the open door. He found an empty cubical and went in closing the door quickly behind him. Before he could though Mary put a foot to the door and slid in with him before he could react. She put the latch across the door.
“You haven’t had much practice at this” she whispered. “I’ll help you.”
“I think you’ve done enough helping today” he growled straining to keep his voice under control thinking of the treatment she had given him at the table. She ignored him and dropped to her knees. All of a sudden Steven was filled with thoughts other his anger. He was desperate for release and now it seemed Mary was going to oblige him. Instead she tugged his g-string
to the floor and made him step out of it. She tucked it up her sleeve and held his cock over the toilet bowl.
“Go on then” she sniggered. “I’ve never seen a man pee!”
Steven was astounded and yet somehow couldn’t find the will or reason to argue. He was conscious of the other women close by and aware of the problems making a fuss would create. He stood motionless, eyes to heaven, while the door to the ladies toilet constantly opened and shut to a flow of traffic, toilets flushed, women sang, talked, laughed, swore and all the time Mary held his cock and watched just a few inches from his manhood until he finally managed to release a stream of golden liquid.
Seemingly satisfied Mary gave him a shake, stood and shrugged her shoulders. She cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed lightly.
“My, your balls are tight” she purred in his ear. She took hold of his cock and stroked its length teasing him into a full erection as he stood eyes closed, breathing deeply.
“Mary, please don’t. That’s enough.” His words came out weaker than he had intended. Mary chuckled and tightly gripped his now fully erect cock. Then, to his surprise she unlocked the latch and swung open the cubical door and slipped away hurrying out of the toilets and back to the dance floor.
Outside the cubicle were six or seven women at the basins or touching up their make up in the mirror, one by one their attention was drawn to the open cubicle door and the bizarre sight of the odd looking woman, rigid cock protruding beneath the hem of her skirt.
“What the fuck?” One burst out turning to face him. The room burst into a flurry of insults and indignation. Steven was struck rigid and found himself unable to respond in any way. An older women reacted first reaching into the cubicle and grabbed Steven’s wrist, pulling him out into the washroom area. Another pushed him hard in the back towards the exit door. All the time their angry voices ringing in his ears. Then a smaller girl with a short elfin type haircut stood in his way. A smile reached across her face.
“I’ll deal with this.” She shouted above the others.
Grabbing Steven by the cock she threw open the exit door and pulled him out into the thronging crowd of gyrating dancers. Still clutching his manhood she ploughed through the bodies taking Steven with her, her grip ensuring that he could do nothing but follow. She stopped briefly alongside a group of girls, who Steven took to be her friends, spoke animatedly to them -her words drowned out to Steven by the music and then carried on - the group shrieking and laughing excitedly now following behind. They hurried across the dancefloor and at one point Steven saw Amanda, Mary, Chrissy, Cassie and Liz grouped around their table, drinking, their eyes scouring the crowd for a sign of Steven. He raised his arm but a large girl stepped in front of his line of vision blocking them from view and the fleeting glimpse was gone.
The elfin haired girl weaved on through the crowd and then they arrived at a door marked Staff Only. She discretely swung the door open and hauled him through, twisting so sharply on his cock that he yelled out. Her friends piled through behind them and Steven heard the door slam shut with a loud woomph. The music suddenly became a muffled noise once again and they were in a bare corridor. The girl stopped and turned on Steven, finally releasing her grip. Her friends gathered around him chattering excitedly to each other. Steven’s head was spinning and their comments came in a rush of words that he only partly caught. “Freak”, “Weirdo”, “Tranny”, “hard-on”. The girl pushed back against the wall and cupped a hand on a false breast. She was grinning broadly and her eyes had a devilish look.
“Falsies” she stated to the amusement of her friends.
“So, you thought ladies night would be a good opportunity to get with the girls hey?” She said. Steven’s response was mumbled. He cleared his throat and forced himself to be clear.
“You don’t understand” he said “it’s not what it seems”.
“It seems pretty clear to me” said the girl gripping his erection sharply. She pressed close to him and looked up to his face, his cock in her hand trapped between their two bodies. “Looks like you need some relief?” she purred.
Steven attempted to wriggle away but the other girls took him by the arms and pinned him back against the wall.
“All those girls in there get you excited did they?” the elfin girl asked.
“No, no, it’s not like that!” Steven pleaded.
She stepped back satisfied that he was secured by the others and couldn’t slip away. “What do you say we should do girls?” She asked her friends.
“Get the bouncers.” One said, though she seemed to be teasing him.
“Take him back out there and out him to all the girls, let them see who’s been sneaking around amongst them getting his thrills.”
“Call the Police” another offered.
“Well?” the girl asked him. “What’s it to be?”
“Please” Steven wheezed. The girl still had hold of his cock and was stroking her thumb along the shaft as they talked. “Please, just let me go. I want to go home. I was forced to do this, I didn’t want to…I’m not….”
“I think ..” the girl said with a pause “I think, maybe we will be kind… and let you go home. But first we have to teach you a lesson.” A chuckle of laughter went round the group. “….and you can’t possibly walk home in that state.” She looked down at his erect cock, red and swollen in her hand, pre-cum dribbling over her fingers.
“Look I just, just let me get out ok. Please!” Steven begged.
“Ok. Well, we’ll just have to make sure you aren’t going to go and do something inappropriate with all those ladies out there with that rather outsized clitoris you have there sweety.” She said to more laughter. Steven tried to push himself away from the wall and out of the grip of the girls holding him, but they forced him back and tightened their hold. The elfin hair girl gripped him tighter and began to work his cock much more vigorously. Another girl reached across and gripped his balls tightly. Steven pleaded with them to stop. Sweat beaded his brow and he wasn’t sure he could hold back any more. He couldn’t believe this, stood dressed as a woman, surrounded by real women looking at him with a mix of disgust and amusement, while he was exposed, aroused and on the verge of shaming himself even further against his will.
“Come on you fucking Tranny” the girl looked up to his grimacing face, her own tense with the effort of her hand flying backward and forward along the shaft of his cock, gripping tightly, forcing him to the edge. “Come on you slut, fucking show us what you’re made of.”
Steven groaned loudly, his eyes closed tightly, his knees buckled and his twitching cock sent a jet of cum splattering onto the cold concrete floor of the corridor. The girls all let out a shrill shriek of delight, the girl squeezing his balls jumping back, while the elfin girl, her face taught with concentration squeezed and stroked his manhood until the last dribbles eased from the tip and fell falteringly to the floor. The girl pulled away and the others released their hold on him. She winked at him then stared at his cock for a moment and then the group turned abruptly and ran off down the corridor.
Steven gathered himself as quickly as possible and after a short search found a door marked Fire Exit and burst out into a dimly lit alley at the back of the nightclub. He headed down the alley and finding his bearings headed for home. The short skirt did little to preserve his decency especially now as he didn’t even have the flimsy lace g-string to contain him. He struggled in the shoes and tried to keep to poorly lit areas so that he wasn’t seen.
He’d been home for an hour and was still scrubbing off the make-up when the doorbell rang. The women’s clothes and wig lay piled on top of the bin in the kitchen. His immediate fear was that it was the Police; somehow someone had identified him and reported what happened at the club. But when he opened the door it was Amanda, Mary and the other girls.
“You found your way home then.” Amanda said, a wide smirk across her face.
“You fucking bitch!” Steven spat out.
“Yeah, well.
We just wondered where you went to.” She continued ignoring him. “Then we heard about Kayleigh Thomas and her pals finding you in the ladies and…” she paused “sorting you out!”
“Shit!” Steven hissed. “Well, I’m home safe no thanks to you. And just for the record I never want to see or hear from any of you again.”
“Oh, come on. Admit it, you enjoyed it.” Amanda teased. Steven replied with a fusillade of blustered profanities.
“Well, anyway, we just thought we’d tell you that we’ll pick you up again at 7 next Thursday. For the next ladies night at the Pink Lagoon?”
“You must be fucking joking you bitches” Steven snarled “there is no way you’d ever get me to do that again”.
“Are you sure?” Amanda said in mock disappointment.
“You’re fucking crazy, now piss off and leave me alone!”
“Only…” said Mary stepping forward now holding up her cell phone to his face “one of Kayleigh’s girls sent me this”.
On the ‘phone a video was playing. In it was a blond woman stood in a corridor hands at the edge of the frame holding her against a wall. The camera drifted lower, following down over the blouse stretched tight over her bust, down to her skirt and then suddenly a stiff cock protruding from beneath the skirt, a hand gripping it in a blur of motion and then suddenly the cock jerking and spitting out a flow of white cum. The camera then rose to focus clearly on the face of the woman. Steven swallowed and stared in total disbelief. He had had no idea that one of the girls had been filming everything on her ‘phone.
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