The Blonde Trans Woman at the Club I Paid for That Night

I went down the steps of the Náyade, counting each one so I wouldn’t think too much about what I was going to do. The staircase seemed never-ending, narrow and covered in a worn red carpet, while the bass of the music rose to meet me like a warm tide. My hands were cold and my heart was racing. It made sense, I suppose, given the situation.

Downstairs, the lounge smelled of expensive perfume and melting ice. Women were scattered across the low sofas, along with the occasional man who didn’t look at me twice, and black-vested waiters moving between the tables. But I saw only her.

She was leaning against the bar as if the bar existed solely to hold her up. Blonde, enormously tall, broad-shouldered and straight-backed, a northern amazon who eclipsed everything around her. One first glance was enough to turn the rest of the room into wallpaper.

She wore a black dress so short and tight it seemed sewn onto her skin. The neckline barely contained a full, rounded breast, and the skirt scarcely covered long, firm thighs that directed the eye upward like two parallel lines on a highway. Beneath the hem, I could make out the edge of something dark, and also a bulge that left no doubt about what hung between those thighs, outlined against the taut fabric.

I approached slowly, not quite sure what to do with my hands. She saw me coming from far away and didn’t move a centimeter. She let me cover the distance, sizing me up with clear eyes that seemed amused.

When I reached her side, she leaned over until her lips brushed my ear. Her voice was husky and low, a voice you felt more than heard.

“That’s what I charge for, sweetheart,” she murmured, leaving the words hanging between us like a figure I already knew in advance.

“I know,” I replied. “I just wanted to make sure what I was looking for.”

“And you’re looking for me?” She smiled sideways without looking away.

“Now that I’ve found you, I’m not going to leave you alone. I want that cock bulging down there inside my mouth within the hour.”

She drew back just enough to look me over from head to toe, and what she saw on my face must have been enough. My desire was written in every gesture, as was the wetness already soaking my panties. I didn’t need to say anything else.

“There are rooms on the second floor,” she said. “We’ll be more comfortable there. And there, you’re going to regret asking me for that, sweetheart.”

“Well, I don’t know what we’re waiting for.”

***

We climbed another staircase, this one wider, and walked down a hallway lined with identical doors. The one she opened led to a room resembling any discreet hotel room: a large bed, a warm lamp, a mirror. The only unusual thing was the screen glowing on the wall, playing a silent film neither of us watched: two women fucking a man from both sides, images reinforcing what we already knew was going to happen between us.

She locked the door, and the noise of the club was left on the other side, muffled and distant. Suddenly, we were truly alone.

“Now we’re alone,” I said, as though I needed to confirm it aloud.

“There’s still one detail to settle,” she replied, tapping her open palm lightly with two fingers.

“If cash is okay, I have it in my purse.”

I counted the bills in front of her without hiding them, because that seemed more honest to me. She glanced at them and nodded.

“That’s enough. Now we can get down to business. And I warn you, I’m going all the way in.”

She slipped the dress straps from her shoulders with calculated slowness, like someone who knew every second of anticipation was worth more than haste. The fabric fell from her shoulders, revealing a high, full chest, with large, dark nipples, erect and pointing straight at me. I bent over them almost without thinking and licked them slowly, first one and then the other, sucking them until I took them fully into my mouth, tugging on them with my teeth until I drew a short moan from her. I heard her breathing deepen above my head and ran my tongue between them, tracing the hollow between her breasts.

I moved down her belly, drawing circles with my tongue over her warm skin. I kissed her navel, the soft curve beneath her ribs, the hollow where her stomach dipped inward. My hands finished pushing the dress down, navigating the roundness of her hips and sliding it over her thighs until the fabric bunched around her ankles. With a lazy gesture, she lifted one slender high heel slightly and kicked it away.

“You’re incredible,” I told her, still on my knees.

“And you’re gorgeous,” she replied. “Are you sure you’re looking for me, with what I’ve got down here?”

“Absolutely. I really like what I see. And I’m going to like it even more when I have it in my mouth.”

Only a tiny, dark garment remained in front of my face, stretched tight, with a bulge pushing the fabric forward and a wet stain at the tip. The smell of desire came from it, dense and warm, the scent of horny sex that made me salivate. Impatiently, I pulled at the edge with two fingers and freed what that scrap of fabric was barely concealing: a long, thick cock, hard as stone, its vein standing out from base to tip and its swollen, shiny glans pointing upward. It jerked slightly when freed, and a clear drop escaped from its slit.

“It’s beautiful,” I murmured. “Exactly what I need.”

I ran my flat tongue from the base to the tip, very slowly, collecting and tasting that drop. I wrapped my lips around the glans and took it completely into my mouth, pressing my tongue against the sensitive crown. I felt her tremble. I sank as far as I could, until the tip touched the back of my throat, and stayed there, swallowing around her while looking up at her with tears in my eyes. She placed a hand on the back of my neck, not pushing, simply holding me.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you really know what you’re doing,” she panted. “Suck slowly. I want this to last.”

I began moving my head up and down, tightening my lips against the taut skin and helping myself with one hand at the base. Each time I rose, I sucked the glans hard, making a wet sound that filled the room. Each time I lowered myself, I swallowed a little more, until it disappeared completely and I felt her balls brushing my chin. I felt her cock pulse against my tongue, throbbing with blood, growing thicker inside my mouth. With my free hand, I stroked her balls, weighed them in my palm and played with them.

“Stop, or I’ll come in your mouth,” she said, her voice roughened. “And I still have to fuck you.”

She took my hands and raised me with a gentleness that didn’t match her size. She kissed me. It was a wet, deep kiss, the kind that makes its way inside, and I knew she was tasting herself on my lips. Her hands moved down my back and gripped my ass hard, holding me against her, her wet cock flattened between our bellies, while her tongue played hide-and-seek with mine.

“You kiss well,” she said against my mouth. “Give me more.”

***

Then it was her turn to undress me. Her surprisingly deft fingers opened the buttons of my shirt one by one, without hurrying. She kissed my long neck first, then my shoulders, and finally, when she lowered the straps of my bra, reached my breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth and gently squeezed it between her teeth, hitting exactly the right spot, while her other hand pinched and twisted the other until a moan escaped me. I tangled my fingers in her blonde mane and pulled her against me, unable to keep still.

“You’re good at that,” she remarked, briefly lifting her head. “I thought you preferred boys.”

“Stop talking and kiss me,” I replied. “Or I’ll eat your pussy myself, if you even have one.”

“I don’t,” she laughed, grabbing her cock and waving it in front of my face. “I’ve got this to fuck you right through your guts.”

She freed me from my bra and pushed me onto the mattress with a single movement. She knelt at my feet, removed my high-heeled sandals, pulled down my tailored trousers and left me wearing only my panties, the last garment I had on, soaked through and stuck between the lips of my pussy. She climbed over my legs, scattering kisses and leaving small lipstick marks behind that would take a long time to fade. I still have those panties, with the red imprint of her mouth right over the wet stain, like a seal I never wanted to wash away.

She climbed up my body, kissing my belly, my navel, my side and the lower curve of my breasts. She caught my dark nipples between her lips, sucked them and circled them with her tongue, and I, sighing, was no longer capable of speaking. Before coming all the way up, she stopped between my legs and ripped my panties off with one tug. She spread my thighs with both hands and buried her face in my pussy without preamble, seeking my clitoris with the tip of her tongue. She licked it in circles, up and down, sucking it between her lips until I arched off the mattress. Then she inserted two long fingers inside me, curling them forward while she kept eating me. She knew exactly where to touch.

“I’m coming,” I warned her, gripping her hair with both hands. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

She didn’t stop. She kept licking me until my hips shook against her mouth and I let out a cry I didn’t even recognize as my own. When she lifted her face, it was shining, soaked with me from chin to jaw, and she smiled like someone who had just won something. She bit the tender skin of my side, returned to my mouth and licked it all over so I could taste myself too.

I felt the warmth of her chest against mine, the firm and increasingly obvious pressure between my spread legs: her hard cock slid between the soaked lips of my pussy, finding its own way. Without breaking her mouth from mine, she used one hand to guide the tip to my entrance and pushed inside me. She did it deeply, all at once, to the hilt, and my thighs closed around her waist, seeking to take her even farther inside. I felt her opening me, felt my flesh yield centimeter by centimeter until it accommodated her size. She was thick, thicker than I had calculated with my mouth, and she filled me completely.

“Like that,” I begged against her ear. “Don’t stop. Break me.”

“That’s exactly what I intend to do, sweetheart,” she growled. “I’m going to put it in you until you beg me for it.”

I scratched her back and tried to reach her hard buttocks, her thighs, every inch of her warm skin. I dug my heels into her ass to drive her deeper. I felt her inside me, powerful and occupying me completely, and we stared into each other’s eyes as if nothing else remained in that room. Only the smell of our sweat, the sticky sound of her cock entering and leaving my soaked pussy, our racing heartbeats and the muffled music beyond the door. The first minute lasted a century, and only then did her hips truly begin to move.

She started fucking me with long thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt, until her balls struck my ass with every push. The bed creaked, the headboard knocked against the wall, and I insulted her while begging her for more at the same time. I squeezed her harder and harder between my legs, crossing my ankles behind her. Every thrust drove her a little deeper into my body, slow and firm, never losing the rhythm. Her breasts brushed mine, her hair fell across my face, and I opened myself for her the way a flower opens under exactly the right force, not a bit more.

“Get on all fours,” she suddenly ordered, pulling out of me with a wet smack. “I want to see your ass.”

I obeyed. I turned around, planted my hands on the mattress and arched my back to offer her everything. I felt her hands spread my buttocks, the cool air against my open, dripping pussy, and then, without warning, the tip of her cock pushing inside again. It entered in one thrust, all the way to the bottom, and tore a cry from me. From there, she began pumping into me mercilessly, gripping my hips and pulling me against her with every thrust. With one hand she slapped my ass; with the other she reached around to pinch my clitoris between her fingers. All I could do was moan into the sheet and push back, impaling myself on her cock.

“You fuck so well, fuck,” I panted. “Harder, more.”

“Like this, sweetheart? Is this how you want it?” And she gave me a thrust that sent me halfway up the bed.

With a patience that seemed learned over a thousand nights both identical and different, she drew one orgasm from me and then another, never letting me catch my breath between them. I came on her cock twice in a row, squeezing it with my pussy in spasms, feeling the mouth of my sex milk her while she kept hammering into me. She laid me on my back again, lifted my legs and placed them over her shoulders, folding me almost in half. From that angle, her cock reached even deeper, to a place I hadn’t known I had. Her thighs shone with sweat and my juices.

When she finally let go, I felt her whole body shudder, tense and release against me. Her cock swelled even more inside me, and I felt the first hot jet of her come strike me from within, then another and another, a thick torrent that filled me and spilled out between us. She grunted through clenched teeth, thrusting deep with every pulse, emptying herself completely. She remained inside me for a while longer, still firm, as we both caught our breath and her semen ran down my buttocks onto the sheet.

We heard nothing but our own breathing. We saw nothing but each other’s eyes, too close to focus on completely. We smelled nothing but sweat, sex and the two drops of perfume I had put on that afternoon before leaving home, without really knowing for whom. We touched nothing but each other’s sticky skin, and nothing remained in our mouths but salt and a trace of the other.

When she finally withdrew, she did so carefully and slowly, as though it were hard for her to leave that place. She slid out with a wet sound, followed by a thread of come. She rolled onto her side, took my face in her hands and placed a soft, almost shy kiss right on the tip of my nose.

“Come back whenever you want,” she said, her voice still husky. “But next time, don’t bring so much money.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Because I’d only charge you half.”

I laughed softly, my head resting on her shoulder, and for a moment that bare-walled room stopped looking like what it was. Outside, the music continued to play, and others continued descending the same red staircase. But all I cared about was the woman beside me, the one I had found at first sight and whom, I knew then, I would come looking for again.