It was Saturday night and my birthday. I had come to New York two years ago to liberate my libido and free the woman trapped inside me. Now here I was twenty-three, gorgeous and totally alone.
Worse I had no idea how I was going pay the landlord. Especially since I was already a month behind. This single monotonous mantra had droned though my head all day filling me with a dread I couldn't put into words.
Until at 2:30 AM I found myself all dolled up and on my way to The Club on 48th, something I had promised myself I would never do again. But I figured, what the fuck, maybe I'd get lucky and find some drunken sleaze ball who needed comfort and could pay for it. I only hoped I wouldn't get beat up again.
It was loud and packed of course with the usual mix of club kids, queers, and prostitutes lightly seasoned with Japanese tourists looking for Elvis and Wall Street types slumming it. Despite my worries I began to feel glamorous, not great, but better. I drank, danced, and mingled with the crowd for about an hour.
He had been scanning the dance floor for about the last five minutes, kind of searching me out, a short squat lump of muscle. He could have been a bouncer but I knew he wasn't.
Not normally my type, but what's a girl to do. At least he had an expensive suit on, maybe some money too.
Usually gorillas don't go for us drag queens. Most often I land up with the Pillsbury Dough Boy.
Now the guy that had checked me out earlier that was more me. I'm sure he was a rock star, or a model, or a something. I guess I'll never give up trying. Mr. Right is out there somewhere, just waiting to take me away from all this. Not.
"Hi —" and "I was looking for you —" and something about "— outside where we can talk," was about all I could make out over the numbing beat of the Techno. God I hate Techno. He seemed safe enough, so I decided to trust my woman's intuition.
I knew I'd struck pay dirt when I saw the stretch limo in the parking lot. Not one of those cheap fucks either, but a classy job with a bar and everything. And plenty of room to stretch out in the back too, with two bench seats one facing the other. If I kept my pretty little head about me I just might get that rent money tonight.
I had three surprises when I got in the car. First, the Gorilla didn't. Second, the rock star was inside. And last Veronica was next to him.
Veronica, God I hated that faggot. Why do all the good looking men hit on her? I know she's blonde, statuesque and has enormous tits but she's such an obvious boring beauty. She's strictly a low life to, with no sense of humor.
None of that big hair crap for me. I'm a class act. Tall, thin, and tan with long legs, a cute face, and a tight ass. An athletic build. Built for sin. Of course Veronica and I'd fought over guys before, so there was no love lost between us.
The more I eyed the rock star the more in love I was. He was tall and dark with long black wavy hair. He was wiry, but with plenty of muscle, and chest hair.
He had this kind of cruel curl to his lip and glint of been-there in his eyes that sent shivers up and down my spine. I couldn't wait to be putty in his hands. I could smell his dark musk above the stink of Veronica's cheap perfume.
After he got us girls a couple of drinks, we did a little coke, then he got down to business.
"I like to watch," he began and my heart sank. "You two are really hot, but like totally opposite. When I saw you I had this great idea. Why not make my own rock video. Right here in the fucking back-seat of my limo. And I want you two to be my stars."
Veronica and I both slid toward the door.
"I'll make it worth your while," he smiled.
That stopped us in our tracks.
"How worth our while?" Veronica asked.
"Two hundred bucks — each. Half now and the rest after."
That was it, I was hooked, I knew I'd hate myself in the morning. But, what the hell, I'd sleep till noon.
A quick nod of our heads and bang we're each holding a crisp one hundred dollar bill.
The rock star slouched down in the back seat, while Veronica and I sat in the one facing him. I looked into Veronica's big blue eyes and said to myself "Just pretend he's a man", which he was, but with enormous tits. And I kissed her kind of shy and quick.
Now I'd kissed a woman before — way before — and not just my Mom either. But I'd forgotten how soft a woman's lips were. And I could taste her lipstick mixed with mine.
So I kissed her again. This time long and deep. And shit if she didn't pop her tongue right into my mouth. And I gasped. And I haven't gasped in two years. But it was like the first time I'd kissed a guy. It seemed so wrong and so intoxicating. From then on we both forgot about our audience of one.
What thrilled me most was that for a blonde bimbo she had this take charge attitude. I mean she looked like a woman, but was strong like a man. She was all over me like lint on a cheap suit. Tearing my dress and bra off and touching and kissing me all over. It was a rush. It was a total turn on. I just let her roll over me like the surf at Jones Beach.
When I finally came up for air I reached down between Veronica soft thighs and grabbed the biggest hardest dick I'd every held. I mean it was gigantic. How could such a cunt pack such a big cock.
I gently stroked it and it throbbed in answer. Roughly she pushed my head down into her crotch and I slid her dick into my mouth. I worked it sloppily with my lips and tongue taking it deep into my throat, making loud slurping sounds.
Veronica did a little gasping herself then.
When I sensed she would about to come. I pulled away, stretched out on my stomach on the seat, and pulled my panties down and dared "Fuck me, if you're man enough — Bitch."
Veronica straddled me pushing my face deep into the cushion. I could hardly breath. She held my hips and forced her stiff cock deep into my ass. And it kept going in until I thought it would come out my mouth.
Each thrust was quick and deep. I felt and heard the shock and slap of her pelvis hard against my ass. My heart pounded. My breath rasped. My body oozed hot sticky sweat, like blood, all over.
Finally Veronica grabbed both of my arms forcing them back until I thought they'd break.
"Honey," she crowed. "You won't walk right for a week.".
I moaned both in pain and pleasure. I was in ecstasy.
He came, deep, deep, within me. And I could feel the quick spurts of his thick cum, of his life pushing its way into my mine.
The sharing and touching of lives.
Veronica had already left with her money before I could even begin to pull myself back together.
I was a wreak. Weak. My breath ragged. Almost in shock I began to collect my ruined bra, panties and slip dress.
On the inside I was in tears, but I wouldn't show them to the rock star. I'm such a stupid fool. I'm not a woman. I'm not a man. I'm just a thing, a thing to be used. Used once and thrown away like a condom.
I mean all I really wanted was to share some happiness with someone, so I could forget about this big bad world for a bit. Well at least I had the rent money safe in my purse. I patted it just to make sure.
I reached to open the door, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
"Didn't you get what you paid for?" I whisperered still fighting the tears.
"Yes. And more. You're the most wonderful sensual creature I've ever seen. You're real. More real than any woman I've ever known. A real live special person."
And he kissed me on the mouth and then all over. And then he fucked me, but like he loved me, not like he hated me. And it was everything I had every dreamed of since I was a little boy. And the stupid things I'd done, and the sleaze balls I'd let use me didn't matter. And the most important thing was now and we two.
He dropped me off at my apartment with the morning sun rising over The City that Never Sleeps. And he kissed me one last time. A deep long kiss. A soul kiss.
He said he'd call, but of course he never did.
But I didn't care. I'd got what I'd wanted, even if only for one night. No one could take that from me.
And it was enough.
The biggest bestest birthday surprise a girl could ever hope for.