Frills and Thrills [Sho and clodivs]
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				Title: <strong>Frills and Thrills [Sho and clodivs]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 06:00:48</strong>
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				"Right in there. You should be able to pay back your debts pretty soon, if you keep the job." <br><br>August lowered his head in an appreciative gesture towards the loan shark. The man was attractive, he realized - sleek grey suit, dark hair pushed back from a slightly pinched face. The man ran his fingers back through his hair, then paused, stubbing a cigarette out. He pointed towards an elevator, "Seventeenth floor." <br><br>August - God, he hated his name - nodded. He'd been named after his mother's favorite season and when she'd realized she was having a boy, it was too late. His name had been on the birth certificate by then, and it was settled - August it was. <br><br>He looked at the loan shark - Kei, he'd said his name was - and swallowed. He certainly didn't want Kei's friends coming after him at night, and Kei had told him this was his only real option to pay back the twenty thousand dollar loan he'd taken to pay off rent on his apartment. Even then, the money hadn't gone too far - the apartment was nice, but not even all <em>that</em> nice. <br><br>He knew he'd gotten suckered on it.<br><br>A small-town boy freshly arrived in the big city, August still had a certain lingering innocence clinging to him. As he made his way into the club, he was stopped at the door by a bouncer. He gave his name and was ushered in, straight to a girl named Erica, where he was taken back to a changing room.<br><br>And that was where it all changed.<br><br>Nice as the bar looked, with its plush booths and gilt edges and mirrors everywhere - he hadn't been prepared for the little changing room. A dress was waiting there for him. At first he thought it was a joke and then he remembered that Kei had told him he'd break both his legs if he didn't get the money back. So he'd slipped into the dress quietly, looking at himself in the mirror.<br><br>For a guy in drag, he sighed, he didn't look all that bad.<br><br>Peering back at him was a slim male, about five foot six, lithe, with a delicate face and plush, cupids bow lips. His eyes, a searing, almost white-green, were softened by a thick fringe of dark lashes. The high cheekbones and inky hair hinted at some Asian heritage somewhere in the family line, white skin only brought out by the outfit he was wearing. They'd given him a soft pink dress, a black petticoat under it - though it was short. Given how long and smooth his legs were, the petticoat barely brushed the underneath of his backside, just barely hiding the pert curves. He wiggled into the thigh-high stockings, strips of skin poking out between the petticoat and stockings. The top of the dress was almost corseted, though they'd given him a gentle one since it was his first day. Small mary jane heels were waiting for him as well. With his hair still hanging just to the tops of his shoulders, he looked for all the world like a girl.<br><br>Except he couldn't walk, not in a dress and certainly not in heels. He stumbled over to Erica, bowlegged, eyes wide. "I can't do this," he finally managed to whisper out. His voice was raspy, shy, as though it didn't get much use. He'd never crossdressed before and his cheeks were burning. <br><br>Maybe he didn't need his legs as much as he thought he did. Kei could have them so long as no one saw him in this dress. <br><br>He shyly tried to smooth the petticoat down again, trying not to meet anyone's eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Frills and Thrills [Sho and clodivs]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 06:21:03</strong>
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				Sean barely noticed when the young man walked into the club and spoke softly to the hostess on duty.&nbsp; He had drinks to pour, after all.&nbsp; So he didn't see him get walked into the back room by one of the girls whose job it was to keep the patrons entertained.&nbsp; He did, notice, however, when Erica walked out of the back room with a new 'girl' who clearly didn't know how to walk like a girl.&nbsp; <br><br>Erica walked her straight to the bar.&nbsp; "Sean," she said, batting her eyes, "We need to loosen up.&nbsp; Got anything?"&nbsp; She gave him a significant wink, carefully not looking at her companion.&nbsp; Sean did look at her companion, though.&nbsp; He saw those pale, green eyes, and those lush red lips, and almost couldn't look away.&nbsp; Sean noticed the awkward way he rested on his high heels, and realized this was the first time the boy had dressed.&nbsp; Damn, but he looked good, though.&nbsp; <br>Sean raised his eyebrow at Erica, quickly running his tongue over his lips.&nbsp; Did this guy know what he was getting into?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Frills and Thrills [Sho and clodivs]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 07:01:32</strong>
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				August couldn't bring himself to meet Sean's eyes. It wasn't just Sean, though. He didn't raise his head once, despite the coaxing looks the other waitresses were giving him. Clients had already started to eye him, their eyes roaming over the black lace just barely covering his stockings. His fingertips danced nervously along the hem, self-consciously seeking to tug it down just a bit farther, though there wasn't enough fabric for that. <br><br>He held a small hand out for a drink - he would have chugged gasoline if they'd given it to him - and he gulped it down the moment it reached his hand and immediately set a hand out for a second glass. A drop rolled off of his lips from his half-hearted attempt to provide himself with some liquid courage.<br><br>The liquor burned a bit, and he winced slightly, soft fingertips brushing the liquid from his lips.<br><br>A girl waved him over with a friendly smile and, waiting for his next drink, he tottered off to her. He nearly slipped, and a hand on the wall barely caught him, knees bowing together again as he tried to get his balance. He straightened up, realizing that if he bent, anyone could catch a glimpse of the black lace panties he'd haphazardly pulled up over himself. <br><br>The girl pulled him back to a bathroom where he perched on a stool as she applied a touch of mascara, marvelling at his eyelashes, "You sure you haven't done this before, honey? You got just the face for it..." <br><br>He shook his head mutely, and she applied a touch of blush to bring some color to his cheeks. When he came back out, his lips were even more glossy, cheeks glowing, lashes curled up and wide. He tottered back to the bar, trying to figure out the best way to walk in the heels, sinking onto a bar stool. He looked up at Sean, then back at the girls flirting with clients, people already starting to request August to come sit with them. He wanted to ask if he looked stupid, but his voice froze in his throat. Finally he managed to rasp out a soft, "Could I have another drink? I guess I'll...I'll guess I'll work off my tab." He figured if he was already this far in debt, an extra drink couldn't hurt. Lightweight as he was, though, he had to be careful not to get drunk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Frills and Thrills [Sho and clodivs]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 14:48:59</strong>
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				Sean laid a comforting hand on her small one.&nbsp; He just couldn't think of the new girl as a guy, even though he knew she had the equipment; she just made the most natural girl.&nbsp; "Babe, the girls drink free here.&nbsp; I just keep an eye on what you're drinking so you stay loose and relaxed but not drunk."&nbsp; He didn't mention the little extras he had full permission to mix into the drinks to keep them pliable and eager to please, like the stuff he was going to mix into August's drink now.<br><br>He brought back a pink, fruity drink with a slice of melon in it.&nbsp; "Here, drink up.&nbsp; It'll make you feel better.&nbsp; Now, what can I call you?&nbsp; It'll help to have a name if I'm going to be working with you, after all."&nbsp; Sean stroked her chin, raising her face so he could look into her lovely eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 20:44:13</strong>
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				It was odd to have the other man referring to him so gently. It was as though he was a girl already. Was he going crazy? Did he really look that much like a female? He nodded quietly, not realizing that things were being mixed into his drink other than liquor, reaching his hand out for the drink.<br><br>He shyly withdrew his hand from under Sean's to take the drink, taking a slow sip, smiling faintly. It was sweet, the sort of drink he liked. He supposed it wasn't all bad to be in a dress - at least he got to drink free. All the same, he was looking forwards to going home and changing back into jeans. <br><br>"Ah...my name's August." <br><br>He flushed slightly, realizing that even his name was feminine. He took another big sip of the drink, feeling...something...hit him. He felt a bit more relaxed, a bit happier, a tiny bit less shy. He finally managed to look up with Sean's hand coaxing his chin up, those pale eyes meeting Sean's before he offered a small smile, shyly glancing away again. He could feel the liquor (and whatever it was that had been added to his drink, though he didn't know about that) slowly warming him up and making him a bit more pliable. <br><br>He plucked the piece of melon out, taking a little nibble, licking the juice off of his lips thoughtfully. He could feel the clients watching him and he scooted in a bit closer to the bar, not wanting to think about the fact that he was supposed to go sit with them and service them. "I'm just supposed to...talk with them, right?"
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 01:30:01</strong>
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				Sean watched intently as August licked her lips.&nbsp; He shouldn't be feeling this way about one of the girls, even if she wasn't really one.&nbsp; Somehow that just made her even more sexy.&nbsp; He saw how inexperienced she was, how innocent.&nbsp; Did she really not know what she got hired to do?<br><br>He resisted the urge to take August's small in his again.&nbsp; He didn't want to feel that spark again.&nbsp; "August, you do know what you were hired to do, right?&nbsp; The girls are here to entertain the guests.&nbsp; You exist to do <strong>whatever</strong> they want.&nbsp; Believe me, the tips and what they're paying you make it worthwhile.&nbsp; The guests who are interested in, um, people like you tip especially well."<br><br>Sean looked up and saw Erica walking towards them.&nbsp; He motioned with his chin to point her out to August.&nbsp; "I think Erica has your first customer.&nbsp; Remember; the club is very strict about keeping them happy.&nbsp; If management gets any complaints at all about your behavior, you're out the door immediately.&nbsp; I've seen it happen to other girls.&nbsp; I'd hate to see it happen to you; it sounds like you need this job."&nbsp; He reached out to touch August's hand briefly before Erica got to them.&nbsp; "Look, I know this is your first day on the job.&nbsp; If you're feeling up to it when you get done, I'll buy you a drink later."
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 01:53:15</strong>
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				August adjusted the thigh-highs a little bit more, trying to pull them up a bit higher, finishing off his drink as quickly as he could. He glanced up at the other man, biting his bottom lip as he listened to what the bartender was telling him. He glanced down, making a diamond pattern on the countertop with his fingers, pushing his glass back and forth a little bit. <br><br>He nibbled his bottom lip for a moment and then nodded, "Okay. I'll...I'll make sure they don't complain." It was hard to hear the other man say 'people like you', realizing that he was now classified as a crossdresser. He'd never done it before, but now it was his job. <br><br>He gave the other man's hand a gentle squeeze, offering a tiny smile, clearly appreciating the support. "...Thanks. I'll take you up on that drink." <br><br>He rose and followed Erica over to the customer, each step tentative, uncertain. He was trying not to roll his ankles in the heels, a flash of skin visible above his thigh highs, under the little petticoat. He slid into the booth next to the customer, introducing himself quietly, quietly resting his hands in his lap. He wasn't entirely certain what to do - he didn't know how to please the customer. He'd never worked at a place like this before.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 02:09:58</strong>
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				Erica guided August firmly towards the booth for his first assignment.&nbsp; She muttered impatiently out of the side of her mouth as they walked.&nbsp; "You will NOT disappoint me, bitch.&nbsp; My ass is on the line if you fuck up, so you are to make sure Mr Cottonwood leaves here completely satisfied, or you will answer to me, personally.&nbsp; And for god's sake, sway your ass when you walk.&nbsp; You might be a fucking sissy faggot, but you'll walk like a woman as long as you're working here, do you understand?"<br><br>Erica's face was back to professional courtesy when they reached their destination.&nbsp; "Mr Cottonwood, it's such a pleasure to see you again!&nbsp; One of our servers will be along with your usual martini, and August here will keep you company, as well as see to anything you might need.&nbsp; I hand-selected her personally, and she is very enthusiastic.&nbsp; I assure you that last week's unfortunate episode will not be repeated."<br><br>Erica handed August into the booth, next to a morbidly obese man dressed in a rumpled tuxedo.&nbsp; He smiled at her lecherously, releasing a cloud of fetid breath as his sausage-like fingers stroked August's thigh roughly before clumsily exploring her crotch.&nbsp; "Thank you, Erica.&nbsp; I see you've brought me a special treat.&nbsp; Could you give us some privacy?"<br><br>Erica smiled politely and left August alone with him, drawing the thick curtains closed over the entrance to the booth to give them some privacy.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 02:56:23</strong>
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				August's eyes widened, glancing back over his shoulder at Sean just once as Erica hissed out of the corner of her mouth to him, calling him a 'fucking sissy faggot'. He had to choke back the tears that threatened to rise - he hadn't exactly chosen this career path, but people already hated him because of it. He blinked them back rapidly - if he'd learned one thing it was that boys don't cry - and he tried to add a bit of a sway to his walk. He still looked a bit disjointed but he was getting better at walking in the new heels. <br><br>He slid into the booth, looking at Mr. Cottonwood curiously, doing his best not to show his disgust. The man was...foul. He smelled like liquor and even if he had money, he was rumpled, spilling out of his clothing. <br><br>He opened his mouth to say something to Erica when the man began touching him but the curtains snapped shut right in his face. <br><br>He looked at Mr. Cottonwood, placing a hand on top of the other man's, doing his best to be gentle, nudging the hand down onto his thigh instead of under his skirt. He felt nauseous. Almost as nauseous as the thought of getting both of his legs broken. <br><br>"How...how was your day today?" It was a stupid question, but the only thing he could think of, raspy voice soft and just barely audible. His shyness was palpable - from the thighs squeezing together to prevent the grasping hand, to the lowered eyes under their thick fringe of lashes, to his small hands fluttering in his lap.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 17:00:45</strong>
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				The fat man leaned closer to August and leered.&nbsp; His fingers groped roughly under her skirt, cupping the package down there.&nbsp; He whispered into August's ear, "Did Erica tell you what I like?&nbsp; The last time I was here, she didn't have a girl like you for me, so I had her give me her ass instead.&nbsp; Now she brought me your tight ass.&nbsp; I do hope you're as eager to please as she was."<br>Cottonwood slowly licked August's neck.&nbsp; "Tasty, too.&nbsp; Now get under the table, slut, and lick my cock."
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 17:26:15</strong>
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				August nearly got up and stormed out right there, as the man's hand went back up under his skirt. He tried to pull away, trying to be polite, but...there didn't seem to be any hope in that sense. The man clearly wanted him to please him sexually. <br><br>He shivered as he neck was licked, and though to Cottonwood it might have seemed as though it was in pleasure, it was in sheer disgust. The very idea of having Cottonwood touching him made him nauseous, and getting away from those groping hands was his first priority.<br><br>He was so close to just walking out of there, but he had no other way to pay his bills.<br><br>Slowly, uncertainly, he lowered himself down&nbsp; under the table, unzipping the man's pants. He couldn't do this. He couldn't do this, he kept repeating to himself, but then he'd remember how much money he owed and he'd realize that he had to. He'd only ever sucked someone off once before, so he clumsily, uncertainly, pulled Mr. Cottowood's length into his hand and gave it a tentative lick from root to tip.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 17:46:13</strong>
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				The obese man shuddered as August licked his hardening dick.&nbsp; "That's right, slut, get me hard for that ass of yours."&nbsp; He spread his fat thighs wider to give August better access.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 18:23:17</strong>
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				No, no. August certainly wasn't going to let this man fuck him - there was no chance of that. He shuddered under the table, closing his eyes, letting his tongue work. If he worked fast enough, he could get the man to finish, he figured, before he could try to enter him. <br><br>He certainly wasn't going to have sex with him.<br><br>He didn't care if he got fired, he didn't know this man, and he'd only been here for a night. He'd rather go through the pain of being beaten up for his money than have to have sex with someone he knew nothing about, someone who physically disgusted him. <br><br>He wanted another drink.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 20:46:22</strong>
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				August could hear the fat man's grunts and moans of pleasure as he felt his cock being expertly sucked.&nbsp; "Oh my god, bitch, you're the best cocksucker I've ever had.&nbsp; I'm definitely going to personally request you every time I come here."&nbsp; He stopped suddenly, responding to something August didn't hear.&nbsp; "Yeah, yeah, leave the drinks on the table.&nbsp; Don't worry about the bitch; she's busy."<br><br>August heard glasses being set on the table above, and then Cottonwood's hands grabbed August by the hair.&nbsp; "Don't stop sucking, whore.&nbsp; I want to shoot my load down that slutty throat of yours.&nbsp; You're going to give me&nbsp; my money's worth."
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 23:39:18</strong>
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				August's eyes burned, and he struggled to take in a shuddering breath, bobbing his head back and forth. He hoped that it wasn't Sean that had dropped off the drinks - that would have been humiliating. He didn't want the bartender to see him like this, hidden under the table, on his knees. <br><br>He winced as his hair was grabbed, full lips flushed, cheeks burning pink. He worked the man until he finished and then he swallowed, gulping it down rapidly, trying to get it all down without spilling. <br><br>At least it was only for a little while.<br><br>The twenty thousand shouldn't take all that much longer to earn, he figured. If he just worked hard every day, a few months should be all he needed to pay back his debts. He finally pulled back, hands shaking slightly, hair tumbling in front of his eyes. <br><br>He looked ashamed.
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				Post by: <strong>clodivs</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 17:52:30</strong>
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				Cottonwood pulled August back up from under the table.&nbsp; "That was a good girl.&nbsp; Erica brought us some drinks.&nbsp; She brought your handbag, too, in case you needed to 'freshen up'.&nbsp; Which you do--your hair is messed up and you have cum on your face, slut.&nbsp; Go fix yourself up so you look like a proper high class whore for me again."<br><br>He gestured at the table, where August saw another pink drink, just like the one he'd gulped down before, and a strange handbag.&nbsp; He certainly hadn't come in with one!
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