“Oh my God, Dani!” Mark said, as Sally opened the door. “I can’t believe it’s you!”
Mark stepped over to me, slowly, as if he really didn’t believe his eyes. “If I hadn’t seen you come in wearing that dress, I swear I wouldn’t…WOW!”
My face hurt, from smiling so hard. I put my arms out, for Mark to come kiss me. Mark closed the distance between us and gently kissed my lips, eyes open. Then he put his hands around my waist, turning me around to face the mirror.
We looked at each other in the reflection as Mark held me in his arms from behind. “Look at you, Dani. God,” he whispered. “You were beautiful before. I mean it. But you are a fucking knock-out.”
Mark turned his eyes to look at Sally in the mirror. “You! Are truly amazing,” he said, shaking his head in wonder.
“I’ll…leave you two alone, for a minute,” Sally said, quietly. She smiled at my reflection as she closed the door behind her.
Mark could not take his eyes off my face. His hands explored my body, feeling the new tits he bought for me. He pressed his cock against me, letting me feel how hard he was.
“Ohhh,” I moaned quietly. The way you are looking at me, Mark. Makes me feel so lov…makes me feel so desired.”
I held Mark’s gaze and lifted the front of my dress, sexily revealing my panties and exposed vagina in the mirror.
Mark let out a loud groan, ending with a hard, shaky exhale. “I could make love to you right now. I want to just look at your face and slide my cock in you,” Mark said, moving my hair away from my face.
“Mmm. I wish we could, Baby,” I moaned.
Mark kissed my neck and quietly asked, “Why can’t we?”
“Honey, we can’t. We need…”
Mark interrupted my reply, holding up a little foil packet of lubricant. “Amber gave it to me. She told me I would need it, when I saw you.”
We both glanced at the door, ensuring Sally had locked it behind her. I turned around to face Mark, kissing him and helping him undress. I took the packet of lubricant from Mark’s hand while he stepped out of his shoes, trousers and underwear. I applied a generous amount of lubricant on my boyfriend’s cock, until it was dripping off him. Then we both watched as my hand rubbed Mark’s cockhead on, and in the folds of, my pretty pussy.
“Oh my God, Baby. It feels so…perfect,” Mark whispered.
“It is perfect. Thank you for doing this for me…for us.”
I took Mark’s hand and stepped over to the salon chair, turning it sideways to the mirror. Then I held my dress up to my waist and sat down, reclining the back almost level with the floor. Mark lifted my legs and lay them over the armrests of the chair, positioning me for his entry. I couldn’t help watching the beautiful girl in the mirror, seeing the expression of ecstasy in her eyes and mouth when Mark eased his cock into her.
The gorgeous girl in the mirror slid her hand down and began fingering her pussy, adding to the visual stimulation for us both. I was in heaven as Mark’s slow, deliberate movements became determined, needful and deep thrusts.
“Yes. Fuck me, Baby,” the sensual, sexy girl in the mirror moaned.
“Ohhh, you’re so beautiful, Dani.”
“Mmm, yes. I am. You have made me sooo beautiful. And I’m yours. I am all yours.”
I was so comfortable in the way we used the salon chair. And being able to watch our reflection in the mirror added a new level of enjoyment. We need a mirror in the bedroom, I was thinking.
I loved the ecstasy in my own expression. My face finally matched my feminine form, and I truly was beautiful. I am the girl we both had been wanting me to be, I thought, as Mark made love to me.
“I’m gonna cum, Baby,” Mark whispered.
I couldn’t believe Mark was there already. He was clearly turned on, seeing my pretty face and perfect little pussy. And I had edged him, a bit mercilessly for hours, earlier. So it was actually beautiful that Mark couldn’t hold back his orgasm.
I turned my head, giving Mark the full view of my face. My boyfriend deserved to see the pretty girl he created. Mark had commissioned a work of art, and Sally had made good on the delivery of it.
I licked my lips and raised my pretty eyebrows as Mark stared into my eyes. My mouth went wide when Mark came inside me, quietly. He didn’t make a sound, except a slow, satisfied exhale as a torrent of cum splashed into me.
“That was a lot, Honey,” I whispered.
Mark nodded and replied, quietly, “I’m still cumming.”
Mark held himself inside me for a long time, just letting his cock retreat naturally while he studied my face and body. I took Mark’s hand and guided it down to feel my pussy, still wet from the lubricant. Then I brought it up and slid it inside my bra, letting him feel my new breasts.
“All yours,” I said, quietly.
I gave a satisfied groan when I felt Mark’s cockhead finally exit my body. He leaned down and kissed me, before turning away to clean himself up. I reached down to adjust my panties. I was still wet, but Mark’s cum had fortunately been deposited deep enough; it was staying inside.
I brought the back of the salon chair up and crossed my legs, smiling and watching my boyfriend put his pants back on. It was so tempting to just tell Mark to take me back to the hotel. But I really wanted to attract a stranger tonight. It would be so affirming.
Mark walked over and helped me out of the salon chair, telling me, “Amber said she’s coming to our room later. She wants you to text her when we get there.”
“I invited Sally too. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Really?” Mark laughed. “Of course, I don’t mind. Did you know she was a T-girl too?” Mark whispered.
“Yes,” I giggled. “I figured that out, while she was…”
“Did you…fool around?”
“A little. I’ll show you later,” I said, looking at the camera.
“Wow. That’s hot! She is fucking sexy, Dani.”
“Yes, she is,” I replied, opening the door for us to leave.
Sally ran over to us, smiling. “Let me just get your package together.”
Mark and I watched Sally gather up all my makeup, brushes, and other goodies, including the memory card from the camera. Then she hugged us both and let us know she would talk to Amber about coming to our room later.
I walked out of Noodles as a completely confident, sexy, beautiful, woman. Mark held my hand and led me to his car, opening the door for me. We gave one last smile and wave to Sally as we drove away.
“I was thinking we’d go to Pink Things,” Mark said.
“Perfect,” I replied, laughing. “That’s just fucking perfect.”
Pink Things is a wild club, especially on Saturday nights. They have stripper poles set up along the back wall, dimly lit. There are no paid strippers at the club, however. The poles are there for guys to watch their girlfriends put on a show in front of on-lookers. No nudity is allowed, but girls can take their tops off, revealing their bra-clad tits. They can also show their panties, which I obviously would not be doing, since mine have exposed labia.
I felt the eyes on me as soon as Mark and I entered the club. It was exciting, but not entirely comfortable. I felt like a wounded fish in a sea of sharks. I grabbed Mark’s arm and pulled it around me as we walked through the crowd of mostly, horny, men. My eyes scanned the club for anyone I might know. Lori and I had never been to Pink Things together, so I wasn’t worried about seeing her there. But some of the guys I work with had commented before about the place.
Mark led us to a table, facing the stripper poles. None of them were being used. I guess the guys are having a hard time talking their girls into it, I laughed to myself. A waitress took our drink order, then Mark gave me a little smile and head gesture toward the pole.
“Oh I will definitely give you a show,” I started. “But there are already so many eyes on me, I am nervous.”
“You are the sexiest girl in here, Honey,” Mark replied in my ear.
“Thank you, Baby. I love hearing that,” I told Mark. “I’m going to be looking around though, OK? If I see someone I recognize, or someone I think might be a…candidate for us tonight, I will approach him.”
“Yeah!” Mark eagerly agreed. “Yes, I will move back if I see you’re going to talk to someone. Got it. It will be so fucking hot watching you turn some guy on.”
I laughed and took the few steps up to the platform.
Then I leaned down, giving Mark a little kiss, “This is for you, Mr. Dynamite.”
I slowly moved to the music. A mass of horny men instantly began crowding around Mark. My hands traveled up and down my body, lifting my dress a bit to reveal my stocking tops. I felt so sexy and desired as I scanned the faces of my admirers in front of the stage. I pulled my dress off one shoulder, exposing a pretty bra-hugged breast. Then I tilted my head down, teasingly covering it with my hair.
When I brought my head back up, I noticed the crowd of men had increased dramatically. I ground my ass into the pole and locked eyes with Mark. I was so aroused by dancing for so many men. I wanted Mark to fuck me in front of all of them. Remembering why we were there, I began scanning the throng, in search of one lucky guy. There were a lot of good-looking candidates, lustfully staring and ripping my clothes off with their eyes.
One particular man, a few feet away from Mark, made me do a double-take when our eyes met. There was something familiar about him. I looked off, after an obvious moment of recognition. I remembered his face. He wasn’t anyone I could say that I knew, but he definitely was someone I had seen before. I made a deliberate scan of the other men in front of me before greeting him again with my eyes.
The song I was dancing to was ending. So I seized the opportunity to leave the stage. My throng of admirers responded with equal amounts of appreciative smiles and disappointed, shuffling retreats away from our table. I kept my familiar admirer right in front of me, as I held his gaze, taking the steps back down from the platform. I pressed my way through the few remaining gazers to stand in front of my chosen admirer.
“Hi!” I smiled. “Did you enjoy the show?”
“I did! Wow! Very sexy!”
I know this man. Where the fuck do I know him from? I thought.
“I’m Dani,” I said, extending my hand.
“Hi, Dani,” he smiled, blushing, as he shook my hand. “I’m John.”
John, I quickly ran through my mental database. Who do I know named John? Only John I know is…Holy fuck! He’s Lori’s boss!
End of Part – 9
