The Club Manager and the Transvestite Who Broke Her

She had been working at Las Adelfas for three months, a roadside club lost among industrial warehouses and dry olive groves, when Nadira decided it was time to talk to me. It was one morning, just after we got up and before lunch, while the rest of the girls came and went through the kitchen in their robes with their coffees.

—Daniela, I need to talk to you —she said, without lifting her eyes from her cup.

—Well, right now, if you want —I replied.

—Not now. What I have to tell you requires privacy, and we’re all here. What do you say we meet in the storeroom after lunch and talk it over calmly?

—All right. It’s a date.

I mentioned the episode to Carolina and Noelia, the two girls I was closest to, and both warned me the same way: watch out for her. Nadira was an old whore who had spent half her life in the trade and had seen everything. They told me what they knew of her story. That she had been brought from North Africa years earlier, along with four other girls, to open a place on the coast. That Karim, the owner, had taken a fancy to her and made her the manager of his businesses, while the others ended up scattered among other clubs. Some, they said, had been sent far away by Nadira herself, out of jealousy. She always stayed by Karim’s side, and at times he treated her almost like a wife.

Nadira was around sixty, though she was still beautiful despite the passage of time and life. Always heavily made up, with blonde streaks and a shoulder-length cut, solidly built with dark, tight flesh. She flaunted it shamelessly in strappy tops and very low necklines, almost never wearing a bra, showing the start of firm breasts and cleavage nearly to the nipples. The rest she displayed in short, tight miniskirts that emphasized two round buttocks and sturdy thighs. The customers liked her, and she went up to the rooms almost every night.

After lunch, the moment came. She gave me a wink before getting up from the table and headed to the storeroom. I waited a bit, remembered Carolina and Noelia’s warnings, and followed her. When I opened the door, there she was, sitting on cardboard boxes of kitchen supplies.

—I thought you weren’t coming —she said.

—Why not? What reason is there not to answer your call? —I asked, pretending innocence.

—Because you were taking so long, and you know I can’t stand you. That I think you shouldn’t be here, working among us. And I told myself: she’s not coming.

—You can think whatever you like, but your opinion decides nothing. Neither yours nor mine. Karim runs this place, and I answer to him, whether you like it or not. I’m an employee, just like you.

—Speaking of liking… —she licked her lips—. The one who liked you, and liked you a lot, was him. I’m talking about the faces you two had the other night, when I came up to serve you drinks and found you naked in bed. I was so jealous… It should have been me in your place.

She paused and lowered her voice.

—You’re still locked up in your little birdcage, right? And I’ve got the key hanging around my neck. Wouldn’t you like to have it free?

—You have no idea how much it bothers me to wear it like this —I admitted—. But if what you’re proposing is taking it off without Karim knowing, forget it. I’m not going to go against one of his orders.

—No, girl, not without him knowing. I’ll convince him. I’ll tell him you should wear it only during work hours, and loose the rest of the day. If I suggest it, he’ll agree. Trust me.

—You still haven’t answered the important part. In return, what would I have to do? What price are you charging me?

She hesitated. She wanted to keep something back, until she couldn’t any longer. She pulled one of her top straps aside and exposed both breasts, firm and brown.

—Wouldn’t you like to lick my nipples? I’d love it if you did.

—You know what? I’m not into women. I like men who are real men.

—Have you never been with a woman? —she asked.

—Never —I answered flatly.

—It could be your first time. And I’m warning you, you’re going to like it, and it’s going to do you a lot of good if you suck my nipples —she said, and for the first time her tone was not commanding but almost pleading.

I thought about it for a moment. If sucking those old tits got me my cunt free and, at the same time, left the manager bent to my whims, I had nothing to lose. On the contrary. The only risk was Karim finding out and not liking it.

—Am I right in understanding that’s the payment for my cock’s freedom? —I asked.

—One of the conditions. The other: if you manage to give me real pleasure, I’ll leave it free for two days. And if you want it loose forever, I’ll tell you the last condition later.

There’s the trap, I thought. But I also saw the crack. That woman who had spent months treating me with contempt was offering herself, breasts bare, begging to be touched.

—So then, you filthy bitch —I said, changing my tone— what do you want? For me to eat those whore tits of yours, or something else?

Her eyes lit up.

—Oh, girl… I loved it when you talked to me like that —she answered, melting—. Yes, I want you to lick me like a bitch. And to fuck me in the ass, because no one’s ever done that to me. That, if you want to earn the freedom of your cock for two days.

—See? Women like you aren’t to be trusted. You started with one thing and now you’re changing the deal. Then let someone else suck them.

—No, no, don’t get angry —she said, grabbing my hand—. I’ll free it right now. With only one condition: before I go down to the floor to work, I close it back up on you. Nothing else.

She took the chain from around her neck, with the key dangling from it.

—Come here. Lift your miniskirt.

She took my caged sex, put the key in the lock, and opened the cage. She stroked my clit with her hand, dropped to her knees, and kissed the tip.

—I’ve held up my end —she whispered—. Now you hold yours.

***

That kiss and that caress lit me up inside. I grabbed her hair and yanked her up out of that submissive pose. Dragging her by the mane, I took her to some sacks of potatoes piled in a corner and pushed her onto them.

—Now you’ll find out what it feels like when someone is really in charge —I told her.

—Oh, Daniela, forgive me for everything I’ve done to you —she protested, trembling—. I never imagined you had this kind of temper. You hurt me when you pulled my hair…

—Shut up.

I took a rope hanging from a shelf and tied her wrists, without her offering any resistance. I passed the other end around an iron bar on the wall and left her with her arms raised, motionless, completely at my disposal.

—Now you’re going to get what you were after —I warned her.

I started licking her nipples, first one and then the other, pinching them between licks. I thought of biting them hard. She let out a squeal, but by the way she arched her back I knew she liked it more than she was admitting. I spent a good while on her breasts, alternating tongue and teeth, until I decided to go lower.

I pulled aside her thong and touched her between the legs. She was soaking wet. I caressed her slowly, playing with her clit, and she went crazy, writhing against the ropes. I went down with my mouth and licked her while she opened and closed herself to the rhythm of pleasure. After several sucks, she came like a bitch, not hiding a single moan.

Seeing her like that, undone and tied up, made my cock wake up, hard and erect. I stood up and brought it to her mouth.

—Open —I ordered.

—No, please… —she pressed her lips together.

—I said open.

I pinched her nose and, with no air, she finally gave in. I shoved my cock all the way down her throat.

—You didn’t expect that, did you —I told her—. So bossy out on the floor, and here sucking me off like the last one. Watch your teeth.

She sucked for a long time, docile, submissive, as if she’d spent her whole life waiting for someone to put her in her place. When I pulled out, she was panting.

—Get ready. Now comes what you said no one had ever done to you.

—What is it? Don’t torture me anymore, I beg you.

—I’m going to fuck your ass. Until you feel it in your stomach.

—No, please, not in the ass… —she begged—. I told you that before because it’s a fantasy I have, that’s all. I’ve never dared. Fuck my pussy again, but not the ass.

—Tonight, when you’re out on the floor, you’ll be walking like a duck from the pain you’re going to have back there.

I forced her to turn around. I spit on her asshole several times, as lube, and tried to get in. But she was so tight that, no matter how hard I pushed, she wouldn’t give, and it hurt both her and me. I changed tactics. I started stroking her back and speaking softly to her.

—Relax. The more relaxed you are, the less it’ll hurt and the more you’ll enjoy it.

I slipped two fingers inside her, slowly, while she shrieked at every attempt. I stopped for a moment.

—Has no one really ever done this to you? —I asked.

—Never. No client ever asked me for it, and if one had asked, I wouldn’t have allowed it. It was always a fantasy I was afraid to make real.

—Well, today it comes true.

I pressed my cock against her sphincter and pushed firmly. She let out a howl, but a moment later, when I started moving in and out, the scream turned into something else.

—Oh, girl, God… so good… —she gasped—. You’re doing me so well, Daniela, oh… don’t stop.

—You like it, don’t you? You want more?

—Yes, I want more.

I started pounding her hard, riding that woman who minutes before had looked down her nose at me. She licked her lips at every thrust, asked for more and more, insatiable. Seeing her like that, melting and begging, made me even harder. Just to spite her, I pulled out all at once and made her turn around again, still tied up.

—Now clean it —I said, bringing it to her mouth.

—It disgusts me… —she protested.

—Disgusts you? It comes out of your own ass. Swallow.

Convinced she had no other option, she opened her mouth and sucked me obediently. When I pulled out, I lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders. I went back into her ass, this time facing her, looking into her eyes. She screamed again, between pain and pleasure.

—Take it. Take the cock of the one who, from now on, is going to be your mistress —I told her, while I tore the chain with the key to my cage from around her neck and tucked it away.

—Let me go, for God’s sake, you’re hurting me —she moaned, though it no longer sounded like a complaint.

—From today on you’re my slave. While I’m here, you’ll be at my service. Do you like the pinches I give your cunt?

—Yes, I love them. Even though my ass is burning, I don’t want you to stop.

—Not a word of this to Karim. You’re not going to make my life impossible again. And I’m keeping the key. Don’t worry, I’ll put the cage back on every afternoon before I go down to the floor, just like we agreed. Now tell me what you are.

—I’m your slave —she answered, obedient.

—That’s more like it.

I started pumping her ass in rhythm, fondling her clit at the same time. She panted harder and harder, twisting in pleasure, until the two of us came almost at once and I filled her up inside. When I was done, I made her clean me with her tongue and repeated, one last time, that this would stay between us.

—I’ve lived one of the best moments of my life —she said, as I untied her wrists—. I’ve enjoyed myself like never before. But also one of the worst: I’m leaving here with my ass torn and defeated, because I know that, while you’re here, I won’t be able to get Karim back.

Since that afternoon, I never had a single problem with Nadira again. On the contrary: she accepted me, respected me, and every time it was my shift at Las Adelfas she would look for me with her eyes, hoping I’d take her back to the storeroom and give her a good fucking.