My Sexual Odyssey Part III:Becoming a Slut (Continued)My Sexual Odyssey Part III:Becoming a Slut (Continued)

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We got to Tom’s car, and he opened the door for me, then walked around and got in himself. The drive was short and uneventful, and we parked behind the club. There were some people arriving at the same time we were, and I noticed several who looked like they could be CD’s. We approached the club’s entrance, and I began to feel more relaxed. It is always uncertainty that is anxiety-producing, and once we arrived, the uncertainty diminished considerably; I now could see, not merely imagine, what we were going to be doing. As we entered the club, someone stamped out hands. Tom paid the entrance fee for himself, then was about to pay for me, when he was told that women were free. That was a nice surprise and sort of a compliment too. We looked around, and then found an empty table. Why are these places always so dark? The music hurt my ears too. Why are these things always so loud? I’m not deaf, but if I were exposed to this noise level very long, I eventually would be. Okay, so we sat down and ordered a drink. We had to yell to converse, which wasn’t fun. I wanted to leave, but Tom insisted we stay. Some people were dancing, so we watched. I couldn’t always tell if the women were genetic women, or CD’s, or what, which was probably a good thing. Tom motioned he wanted to dance, so we got up, and moved to the edge of the floor. I just let myself move in a soft, flowing, feminine manner. I was beginning to feel more comfortable. After a bit we sat down again, and finished our drinks. Imagine my surprise when some guy came over and asked Tom if it would be alright if he asked me to dance. I was even more surprised when Tom said it was okay. What the hell? Anyway, the guy looked pleasant enough, and seemed very polite, so I stood up, looked askance at Tom, and went out onto the dance floor again. I had to admit that it was flattering, and I supposed the guy knew I was a CD, given where we were, yet he looked as interested as if I were a regular girl, and appeared to be very pleased to be with me. It occurred to me that, when you’re a woman, you don’t have to approach men; they approach you. All you really have to do is sit there and look pretty. They’ll do all the work, they will try to please you, and you get to decide whom to choose. This was a wonderful and welcome change. I also felt a sense of relief, knowing I had nothing to worry about, on top of which I was more than a little aroused by the attention and interest, which made me feel desirable and sexy. Women never made me feel either. As we danced, he pulled me toward him, placed his hands on my hips, and then moved closer yet. As he did so, his hands slid down to my ass, which he held while grinding his cock against me. Are men really that sexually aggressive? Yes, they are, as I came to learn. I can understand why many women are put off by this. Women come to sex through intimacy, but men come to intimacy through sex. Being a bit of both, I was less put off by it than many women are, and in bahis şirketleri fact savored the attention and interest. As a man I never received this much undisguised interest, much less naked lust. The music stopped, so my dance partner escorted me back to my seat, and put his hand against the small of my back. It really does send shivers down your spine, which I suppose is why men do it. Did I like it? I didn’t hate it. He thanked me, nodded to Tom, then left. I asked Tom what that was all about. “I wanted you to broaden your experience; see how it is to be a girl for a room full of men. How does it feel?” “Really strange, but nice. I like the attention, the feeling of empowerment, of being a sex object, of being flirted with. I never got any of that from women.” “Men seldom do, unless they are either drop-dead handsome, rich, or famous. Of course, women will all say that they are attracted to intelligence, sensitivity, and a sense of humor, but then they go home with someone big and stupid. If they really cared about intelligence and sensitivity, wouldn’t the nerds be the most sought-after kids in school? Are they? No, the jocks are. Are professors and scientists the recipients of the attentions of groupies, or are rock musicians and movie stars?” “True, but men are primarily attracted to looks too.” “Yes, but we are at least honest about it, not trying to make ourselves sound better than we are. Besides, we don’t care about money or fame or power or prestige; if she’s hot, she’s hot, and if she’s not, she’s not. Period.” “Hmmm. I think you’re right on that score.” “You are certainly getting you share of stares tonight. Look around; a lot of guys here want to approach you, but they’re inhibited by my presence. I think it would be a good idea if you were to experience some of that, so I will go back downstairs, and come back later. Is that okay?” “You mean leave me here by myself?” “Trust me; you won’t be by yourself for very long.” Saying that, he got up and left, assuring me he’d be back later. Christ, now what, I wondered. I didn’t have to wonder for long. Tom wasn’t gone a minute before someone came over and offered to buy me a drink. It’s interesting how everyone always thinks a woman by herself is thirsty! I let him sit; he flirted, I flirted back. He excused himself to use the bathroom, and another guy came over and asked me to dance. Jeez, what was I supposed to do? If I said no, I’d be insulting and rejecting him, but if I said yes, I’d be hurting the one who just left. Fortunately, while I was pondering this, the first guy reappeared, and they both seemed willing to share me. Unbelievable. So okay, I got up and danced, then danced with the first guy. Both took a strong interest in my bottom, and both asked me for my telephone number. I said I don’t give it out, but they looked so crushed, I asked them for theirs instead. After that, they departed, seemingly satisfied that they had ‘scored’, or something close to it. bahis firmaları As nature abhors a vacuum, men seem to abhor a woman sitting alone, and I was quickly relieved of that circumstance. Another drink offer followed; hell, if I actually drank all those drinks, they would have to carry me out of there! Anyway, I accepted two more telephone numbers, and danced with another guy, who asked if I would take his as well, which I did. Is it always going to be like this, I wondered? A short while later, an older woman approached me. “Hi.” “Hi.” “May I sit down? I have something to ask you.” “Okay, what?” “I was noticing the attention you are getting, as well as the way you move when you dance. Did you by any chance see our show?” “No, what show?” “Oh, well then you must have arrived late. Yes, we have a nice show every week, singing, well, lip-synching, dancing, beautiful costumes; all trans performers.” “Really? I hadn’t realized. Sorry I missed it.” “Yes, well, you’re welcome back anytime. I was just wondering if you had any experience as a performer?” “Me, no, none. Why?” “Well, as I said, I was watching how you move, and if you had seen the show, I was going to ask you to audition.” ‘You’re kidding! Me? Really? You’re not serious!” “Yes, I’m very serious. Why not you? You’re pretty, feminine, petite, sexy, and all the men want you. Since you dance well too, you’d be a definite attraction. Think about it. Come back next week, watch the show, and see if any of this appeals to you. What do you say?” “I’m flattered, really. I’d love to see the show. I’m not sure about performing, but I’ll certainly think about it. I’ll think about it all week, I’m sure.” “That’s great. By the way, my name’s Trixie.” “Hi Trixie, I’m Tracy.” “Let me give you my number; you do seem to be collecting them!” “You’ve noticed!” “Yes, and I’m impressed. You don’t even seem to be trying to solicit the attention, you simply naturally attract it.” “I must say, I was quite surprised.” “Why? You must get this all the time.” “Well, to be perfectly honest with you, this is my first time out dressed.” “You’re kidding? Why?” “I guess I just never had the guts, or the encouragement, or something.” “And tonight?’” “Tonight a man I’ve been seeing insisted I come.” “Where is he now?” “He left for a while. He wanted me to see what it would be like to receive attention from strange men in public. I have to admit is a new and thrilling experience.” “This is really nice of him. I can guarantee that this will not be the last time you have that experience.” “I hope not! It’s fun!” “Yes, being a pretty girl is a lot more fun than being an ordinary looking guy, for sure. And, you may get a lot more offers of another sort as well.” “What do you mean?” “Men want sex; that’s a given, and they are willing to do most anything to get it. If they can’t attract you on their own, they will do whatever they think will draw your interest. Like offer you gifts, trips, kaçak bahis siteleri jobs, raises, promotions, or, most commonly, just plain cash.” “Here? In this club? With CD’s? With me?” “Yes, here, yes with CD’s, and yes with you. Believe me, I know what I’m talking about, I run this establishment, so I know what goes on. Let’s face it, not every man who wants you, or any other girl here, is going to be successful. Men use money to get sex; women use sex to get money.” “But, I like sex for its own sake, not to get something else!” “That’s only natural, however, you don’t want to have sex with every guy who wants you, do you?” “Well no, of course not!” “But, you might be willing to if he compensates you for your time and efforts, or at least most of the t-girls and CD’s are, and so that’s what happens.” “And you’re okay with it? I mean, that it goes on here?” “Oh sweetheart, get real! It’s just another aspect of sex, another part of life, and it hurts no one. Besides, these men would be miserable and bitter without some outlet, and who knows where that might lead. And it does keep them coming, which is good for business. And, of course, it helps the girls too; some need the money, others just like the rush and the excitement. It’s just another aspect of the club’s experience. So you see, it works out for everybody.” “Wow, I guess I just never realized that we could be that much in demand! But, what about the performers? Surely they must really be sought after? They don’t do that too, do they?” “Especially the performers, and precisely because they are so sought after. You see the more attractive, sexy, and alluring you are the more in demand. When men see you parading around on stage in scanty and cute outfits, this excites them, and they want what they see.” “But, isn’t that degrading, I mean, don’t they feel demeaned by it all?” “How is it degrading or demeaning to have someone value your company so much they are willing to pay for it? Wouldn’t you feel more self-esteem, not less? It’s the men who are being devalued, in that the women they desire won’t have anything to do with them unless they are paid. If you ever paid for sex with a woman, even if out of curiosity, I’m sure you would have felt that way, wouldn’t you?” “Yes, I have, and I did. You’re right.” “Besides, you don’t have to do anything with anyone you don’t want to; you still have the choice of whom you’re going to be with, so it’s not like you’re having sex with ‘just anyone’, unless you want to do that, and then that would be your choice too.” Tom reappeared, approached our table, and introduced himself to Trixie. Trixie filled him in on what we’d been discussing, at least the part about the show, and he promised to bring me back next week so we could see it. I said, “Bye” to Trixie, and Tom and I wordlessly departed. It was now about three in the morning, and we were both tired. Tom dropped me off at home, I thanked him for taking me to the club, and for being so supportive generally, and I went to bed right away. The next day my head was whirling with all the previous night’s memories. My ears were still ringing from the noise; I needed to remember to bring something to deaden the sound next time.

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