The trans girl from the club a millionaire never forgot

It rained over Guadalajara without respite, a soft, steady rain that washed the neon lights of Club Escarlata. Inside, the air smelled of cheap perfume and smoke, and Valeria was touching up her lipstick in front of a private-room mirror. She was trans and the most in-demand woman in the place, and not by chance: few in that dangerous corner of the city knew how to handle a man like she did, or charge for it.

As a child she never imagined that life, but she had learned to see its practical side. Every client paid for one more surgery, one more hormone, one more step toward the body she had always wanted. What was curious was what her clients wanted: almost all of them came for her to penetrate them. She had a cock more than one man would have envied, and far from making her uncomfortable, she liked the position it gave her. She hated being the submissive one for any stranger.

That night her friend Renata called her after midnight, slurring her words.

“Lau, come, I’m in an amazing place,” she laughed, her voice thick with alcohol. “There are gorgeous men here dying to meet you.”

“Renata, you sound really drunk. Send me the address and I’ll come get you.”

“You’re so boring. Come and enjoy the company I found for you.”

Valeria knew her friend and she knew the kind of dangerous people she ended up getting involved with. She got there as fast as she could: a luxury hotel, all marble and floor-to-ceiling windows, the last place a woman dressed like her could enter through the front door. She slipped in through a loading entrance while some men were unloading tables, and went up to the room Renata texted her.

The one who opened the door was a tall, slender blond with a perfect smile and whiskey on his breath, named Marco. But the one who truly unsettled her was the other man: the owner of the apartment, a dark-haired man with a calm bearing named Adrián. Renata was on top of him on the sofa, half-undressed, oblivious to the world.

“Renata, let’s go. This is no time to work.”

“Your friend said she was doing this for fun,” Marco snapped, openly pawing at Renata.

“Nobody messes with my friend without paying. That’s why I came.”

The blond came up behind her and drove his hands into her waist. Valeria shoved him away with a slap of her hand.

“I’m not passive, and I don’t like being touched. Take your hands off me.”

“You’re just playing hard to get,” he said, gripping her throat hard. “Admit you’d love for me to drill that ass of yours.”

He tore her skirt right off with one yank. Valeria responded with a heel to his groin that doubled him over, but he still managed to slap her hard enough to knock her to the floor. That was when Adrián got up from the sofa, grabbed his friend by the arm, and shoved him toward the door.

“It’s over. Get out.”

“Seriously, you’re taking that slut’s side?” Marco spat before the door slammed shut.

Adrián knelt in front of Valeria with some cream for her reddened cheek. She snatched it out of his hand, furious, but not with him.

“Sorry about my friend. I didn’t imagine he’d behave like that.”

“The one who should apologize is that bastard, and even if he did I wouldn’t accept it.”

He lent her a pair of trousers so she wouldn’t leave with her skirt torn, and while they waited for the taxi, Valeria couldn’t help but look at him. Polite, well dressed, with a perfume that got into her head. She dismissed him at once: no man like that would ever look at someone like her.

***

Renata, of course, would not let it go. The next day, in the dressing room at Escarlata, she kept after her about it.

“Adrián invited us shopping, both of us. He feels terrible about last night and wants to replace your skirt. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I don’t want to see either of them again.”

“But he didn’t do anything wrong. He defended you. I almost turned to mush just thinking about it.”

“He defended you because he wants to sleep with you. I doubt he wants anything with me.”

“He wants you to go. If you don’t go, he won’t take me, and I’ll be stuck without new clothes. Please.”

Valeria gave in, as she always gave in to Renata. And the day turned out unlike anything she had expected. Adrián drove them around in his car, opened doors for them, shielded them from the salespeople’s indecent stares. In one shop, an old man tried to flirt with Valeria and Adrián appeared behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pretended to be her boyfriend.

“Sorry, she’s with me.”

“I could’ve turned him down myself,” she said, nervous from the heat of that hand.

“I know. But I wanted to see you in that dress. You’re sure to look gorgeous.”

She tried it on. And when she stepped out of the fitting room, the first thing she saw was Adrián’s face, his mouth slightly open, his eyes fixed on her. He looked away at once, embarrassed, as if what he felt was something he shouldn’t feel for a woman like her.

Afterward they went to a secluded lake outside the city. They swam, sunbathed, and in the water their bodies brushed together by accident. Valeria noticed the considerable bulge in Adrián’s swimsuit and had to get out of the water so he wouldn’t see what that brush was doing to her. She lay face-down on a towel, and he followed her.

“I never thanked you for protecting me from your friend.”

“Of course I had to. I don’t even want to imagine what could’ve happened.”

“The truth is I wasn’t even scared. When you’ve spent your whole life being an object for men, you get used to it.”

“Someone like you shouldn’t have to get used to that,” he said, then abruptly fell silent, leaving her hanging on the unfinished sentence.

It started to rain and they had to run for it. But that night, alone in his soaked car, Adrián found himself whispering, I don’t know why I want you so badly.

***

A shitty week dragged him back. His father, owner of the company where Adrián worked purely by virtue of his last name, had humiliated him in the office in front of everyone. His whole life had been that: a cold father who treated him like he was incompetent, a house where they barely spoke to him. That afternoon, not knowing where to go, he ended up at the bar of Club Escarlata with a drink in his hand.

Valeria recognized him from far away and turned around, praying he wouldn’t see her. Too late.

“Careful drinking that much. If you’re looking for Renata, she’s not here.”

“What if I came for you?” he said, looking at her with that deep smile. “Set a price. How much for the whole night?”

To act tough, she threw out an absurd figure. He didn’t even blink.

“Ten thousand for every hour we spend together, and I decide when it ends.”

It was insane money. Money that would save her and Renata for months. She accepted grudgingly, laying down her conditions, and they went to his apartment wrapped in his coat so she wouldn’t freeze to death.

But when they arrived, Adrián didn’t take her to bed. He sat at a respectful distance on the sofa and offered her something to drink. Valeria expected the usual order: get on all fours, suck me off. It never came.

“Is this your plan? Stay here until dawn?”

“I’ve never been with a trans woman. I don’t know how different it feels.”

“Well, I’m active. That part isn’t happening.”

“Then this is all we have. Talking until the night is over.”

He poured drink after drink, head down, empty. And Valeria had a hard time recognizing in that broken man the one who had smiled at her by the lake. She stopped his hand before he could take another sip.

“What if you tell me what’s wrong instead?”

He talked about his father, about loneliness, about having no one. And she, who knew that loneliness better than anyone, lay back in his lap and let him wrap his arms around her. The cold apartment turned warm. They talked about everything and nothing, laughing at nonsense, barely touching each other, not daring to cross the line. And they fell asleep like that, embraced, until morning found them tangled together.

Valeria woke with her head on his chest and something hard pressing between her ass cheeks. Mischievously, she moved her hips until he opened his eyes.

“Well, you’re awake. And very hard, if you think about it.”

They found each other’s mouths. The kiss was slow, then hungry, tongues playing, Adrián’s hands roaming her curves. But when Valeria’s hand went down toward his groin, he stopped her cold.

“You don’t have to do this. I’ll pay you what we agreed anyway.”

“I’m not doing it for the deal. I’m doing it because I want to. You’re cute, and last night...”

He stopped her hand again. And Valeria understood, or thought she understood. She got up from the sofa, burning with shame for having thought she had any chance.

“Okay. Sorry for getting things mixed up.”

“Wait, that’s not what you think, let me explain...”

She closed the door before he could finish the sentence.

***

A week passed. Adrián called her, texted her, went to the club; she ignored all of it. Desperate, he sought out Renata and called her into his office.

“I’ll help you,” she said after hearing him out, “but if you hurt her I’ll rip your balls off. Why did you push her away that day?”

“Because I’m an idiot. I hesitated for a second, I got scared of what I might find. But that night with her I felt at home for the first time in years. I can’t forget her, Renata. I want to be with her, without hiding.”

“For Valeria, it’s hard to believe someone could truly want her, knowing what she is and what she does for a living. Bring her flowers. Be honest. And treat her like a princess: she was always told she could never be one.”

***

When Valeria opened the door and saw him there, in a suit, holding a bouquet, her heart lurched. She let him in. They sat facing each other.

“I never wanted you to think you disgust me. Every part of you seems beautiful to me, but...”

“But there’s a part of me you don’t know if you’d like,” she cut in.

And then she told him what she never told anyone. The first boy who accepted her, as a teenager, the one who kissed her in private and treated her like a stranger in public. The day the rumor spread that they were a couple and he, to clean up his name, hit her in front of his friends, swearing he would never go out with someone like her. Her voice broke.

“Since then I believed no man could be with me without feeling ashamed. So when you pushed me away, I felt like that idiot girl all over again.”

“You have nothing to regret. The idiot was me for doubting. Of course I like you, and I’m going to prove it. First: what we have won’t be anybody’s secret. And second...”

He silenced her with a kiss. This time she didn’t pull away. He eased her back onto the sofa, his body over hers, his hands tracing every curve without fear. Heat rose at once, and Valeria felt against her thigh the size of him, nothing like hers.

“I think it’s time you show me what you’re hiding down there.”

She knelt in front of him and pulled down his pants. The cock sprang out hard, thick, veined, and her cheeks flushed.

“I have something to confess,” Adrián murmured, caressing her cheek. “That day I spied on you in the shower. I couldn’t even describe how beautiful you looked. I should’ve gone in and made you mine right there.”

“And what’s stopping you now?”

“Nothing.”

He held her nape and guided her mouth to the tip, where a drop already glistened. Valeria kissed it, parted her lips, and went down, not stopping until her nose brushed his belly. She worked him slowly, her tongue trailing along his shaft, pausing at his balls, wetting him completely. Adrián groaned, head thrown back.

“I could make you come with just my mouth,” she said, releasing him, “but I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me.”

She stopped him in time and straddled him, rubbing her cock against his while they stripped each other. When the last garment fell away, they looked at each other, two naked bodies at last with nothing between them.

Valeria took two fingers to Adrián’s mouth so he could wet them, and used them to prepare herself. He helped her, spreading her ass cheeks with his hands while he sucked on her hardened nipples. Her body, always so unwilling to surrender, opened little by little. For the first time in a long time, she wanted him.

The penetration was slow and deep. Valeria had never felt so open, and far from hurting, it drove her wild.

“Make me your woman,” she panted, moving her hips to get used to his size.

“That’s the only thing I’ve wanted since I saw you.”

She started going up and down, her ass rippling with each impact, and he held her by the hips to sink deeper. But something stopped her: her own cock, crushed between their bellies, was getting pleasure too, and she feared that would disgust him. She pulled away.

“Did I hurt you?” Adrián asked, concern painted across his face.

That look unraveled her more than any thrust ever could.

“Of course not, my love. I just want to change positions.”

She got on all fours on the sofa and offered him her ass.

“Keep fucking me. I want to feel you come inside me.”

Adrián took her by the waist and entered her again, this time without restraint. The thrusts were firm, almost savage, but never brutal like the ones from her past. He smacked her ass, gathered her hair into an improvised ponytail, and the whole apartment filled with moans.

“I’m close... I can’t take much more, love.”

“Please, fill me up. I want to feel it inside.”

Adrián emptied himself into her with a long gasp and collapsed over her back, exhausted. Semen ran down Valeria’s thighs when he pulled out.

“Why don’t we stay like this all day?” she purred, pulling his arms around her so he’d hold her.

“I’d love that. But Renata wouldn’t like finding us naked in her living room. Unless we invite her.”

Valeria laughed. Then she sat up and looked at him seriously.

“If you’re going to be my boyfriend, I want one thing clear. Don’t hide me. I don’t want you to be ashamed to be seen with me, either because of my job or because I’m trans. Especially because I’m trans. That’s the only thing I’m asking.”

“You’re asking too little for the woman you are,” he said, cupping her face and pressing his forehead to hers. “Not only wouldn’t I be ashamed. I’d want to shout it from the rooftops. You deserve to be treated like a princess, and that’s what I’m going to do, because that’s what you are to me.”

They were about to kiss again when Valeria’s phone vibrated: Renata was on her way. Adrián got dressed, left her one last kiss on the neck, and promised he’d come for her soon, that he’d cook something at his place while they watched a series.

“Is that your fancy way of saying you want to fuck me again?”

“We can do both. We’ll have all night to think about it. See you soon, love.”

And he left, leaving her naked in the middle of the living room, with a silly smile and an erection he, distracted by pleasure, hadn’t even noticed. Valeria got into the shower and, under the hot water, touched herself thinking of him, imagining his hands on every corner of her body, even the one that had made her so ashamed and that he had made her want again. When she finished, she shouted his name so loudly that Renata, already home, heard her from her room.