Friday, 21 February 2014

One of the Girls

Posted a new story on Literotica about a man who works at a bar with a lot of hot young waitresses. When they want to go out for a Girls' night of fun, he gets left out. Determined to join in on the girls' fun, when the girls plan a birthday night out, he agrees to go above and beyond to be one of the girls.


The girls at work provided me with enough eye candy to sustain my fantasies. The current roster of servers at work starts with Laurie. Laurie has been there the longest, nine years. Long enough to remember me and Maria. She works the same nights as me too. She is a feisty little brunette, no taller than five foot two, with pail skin, freckles and hazel eyes. She is very fit and beautiful. She hustles and works as hard as anyone I have seen there. Sometimes she works behind the bar with me on busy Saturdays if we have extra help on the floor. She is tough as nails and sharp in wit. Her skin is thick. She gives out as good as she takes.

 Ashley is the next most senior waitress, having been there for five years. At twenty six, Ashley is a slim, long legged, redheaded Scottish lass about five foot six tall. Her hair is long and wavy and with just a flip of it and a flash of her light green eyes, she makes hearts melt. She knows how to work it. When Ashley walks, her saucy little bum makes the pleats of her miniskirt snap like a whip. She is a tremendous flirt and does well. Ashley has a past of course too.

 Gabriella came to us from South America four years ago. She is a Latina doll. We all just call her Gabby. She is pretty with big brown doe eyes and has an innocent, disarming smile. Her body is made for sin though. She is petite like Laurie but has strong legs and a curvy Latina shape. Her ass is a perfect apple bottom. She has broken many hearts. At twenty-six, Gabby is the only waitress who is still married. When she moved here from Argentina, she was nineteen and pregnant with her second child. Since then she has had a third.

 Our newest recruit started a year ago after dropping out of college. She is a cute, twenty-two year old blonde named Melissa. Mellissa has big bright blue eyes, full, bow shaped lips, long curly blonde hair, and a healthy hour glass figure. She is a hair taller than Ashley and is surprisingly strong. She looks like she would be right at home on a California beach. I have been trying to figure Melissa out. She is quiet, plays shy, seems reserved but is much smarter than she appears to be. She almost seems too perfect.


 "You're fucking serious," Ashley declared while staring into my eyes. She could tell that I was. Her look of doubt turned to one of curiosity. This time she filled both of our glasses. "...but looking like a girl doesn't mean anything unless you can act like one too. That means doing everything we do, not judging anything you see, and not being a pussy. I know that sounds ironic but it's true."


 "Of course I will. I am yours to command," I told them. Gabby seemed relieved and even a bit curious. I could see the evil wheel turning in her head. She smiled. That seemed to make the other three smile as well.

"Alright, but I get to name him," blurted out Ashley. Laurie laughed and had an even more evil grin than Gabby. Melissa seemed genuinely pleased too.

For the next few days, the girls all plotted and planned for Laurie's birthday and my coming out night. They talked about my wardrobe and makeup and shoes. My name for the night would be Molly. Apparently, Ashley had all brothers and had always wanted a sister and that would have been her name if her parents had another girl.


 "Okay, stand up, turn around," she instructed. I did. "I don't think we need to pad your ass and hips. You already have a nice curvy butt. But let's tighten your waist up to give you some curves. Laurie slapped my bum with her palm and made me jump. It seemed to amuse her. It seemed to stimulate me. She lifted my slip from behind and grabbed the laces on the corset. She started pulling and reefing until I thought I couldn't breath. "Suck it up. Beauty is a bitch," was her only condolence to my distress.


 Finally Laurie turned to me and looked me straight in the eyes. With a calm expression Laurie clearly said, "Knowing Gabby, she's probably outside in the limo blowing the driver." Melissa almost choked but Ashley nodded her head in almost certain agreement.


 As the girls drank, the fun began. There was a lot of giggling, woo-hooing, chugging, touching, groping, squeezing and teasing. The girls all made jokes about Gabby being a cock sucker, about Laurie getting old, about Mellissa being blonde, about Ashley being herself and about me being dressed like a girl. Laurie was getting loosened up pretty good and decided to just call us all by nick names for the rest of the night. She called Ashley "Bitch", Mellissa "Bimbo", Gabby "Cock Sucker", and me "Sissy Slut".


As we were paying, Mellissa asked about the tip. Ashley was quick to say, "I think Gabby took care of the tip."

We all laughed except Gabby who simply added, "Tip? I took care of the whole shaft and the balls too." The five of us giggled our way back to the limo as we headed out to our next destination. Next on the agenda was a male strip club which was only a few blocks away from the restaurant. We had just enough time to finish off the bottle of Champaign.


 We all followed Laurie as she made her way through the crowd, straight to the dance floor. Soon we were all five in a tight circle, dancing to the heavy disco beat. The crowd was thick and bodies continually collided and bumped into one another. I was never sure whose body was grinding on mine. At one moment Mellissa's ass was rubbing against my thigh and then some other stranger's crotch was grinding against my ass.

I made a point to stay close to the girls and danced sensually with all of them. They were doing the same with each other. Ashley had her hands all over Laurie, squeezing her bum and her breasts through her pretty blue dress. Gabby grinded against the back of Laurie and felt her up too. Soon, Laurie was taking turns kissing and making out with each of them. Before the next song started, drinks seem to magically appear in all of our hands. The girls didn't seem as surprised as me at this. They must have found it normal to have guys randomly bring them cocktails. Given the attractiveness and the sexy display they were putting on, it began to make sense. Soon the drink guys were joining in our circle of girls.


 "What took you so long?" Laurie inquired with a sly grin. Instead of answering, Gabby just showed them all the video on her phone. I was embarrassed enough to go red faced in my shame. The girls were all laughing hysterically at me. It was so humiliating. Laurie hugged me and said, "It's okay sweetie. I don't mind that you're a sissy slut." She kissed my red cheek and swatted my sore ass. They all laughed some when I jumped.


 Once I found her clit, Ashley squeezed my head and face fucked me with joy. She tasted so damn good. Still, my cock was aching and feeling left out. I was about to pull it out and stroke it when Laurie whispered into my ear, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

I could hardly believe my ears. The thought of fucking Laurie was a dream. I pulled my mouth off of Ashley's clit just long enough to answer, "Yes please." Ashley pushed my head back into her snatch and I resumed my task of eating her out. I was so excited that I had not been careful to listen to Laurie's exact words before answering.

If any of this got your motor running or peaked your curiosity, give the entire story a read.

Saturday, 8 February 2014


  It is no secret that I am a comic book/ superhero fan. I always have been. In particular, I have always loved the ladies in costumes. My affinity toward Batgirl and Catwoman goes back to my youth watching the 60's Batman series. I think that a strong, smart woman, full of confidence, proud and daring is the sexiest thing in the world.

    I recently read a history of Super heroines which talked about the changing roles and origins of the femme fetales over the decades. Most modern characters are strong, independent, feminist heroes who happen to have the looks of super models. The role has changed greatly from the 1930's characters who were mostly bored debutantes.

   That all said, I have been using IMVU a lot lately to create and modify super heroines of my own. I put my own twist on existing characters.

Batgirl: Her suit is neoprene with a Kevlar corset. I like the "bat signal" symbol on her front and cape. I started with fighting gloves but switched to the traditional yellow gauntlets and gloves in the end. I ditched her yellow go-go boots for slightly more practical wood heel boots, appropriate for riding and kicking in a face. She has a variety of weapons. I have her mask on the front only to allow her red hair to flow.

Huntress: Another bird of prey, Helena Kyle is a sexy character and I chose the skimpier outfit for her. The rest is traditional huntress including her crossbow.

Black Canary: I like the old school BC best. I could see Rachel Skarsden rocking this look today.

Catwoman: There are lots of good looks for her but you can't miss with the skin tight suit and a whip.

Harley Quinn: Easy to play with her look too. I opted for a sexy brief and top set, hair in pigtails look with an RPG as a standard weapon

Mary Marvel: Another ancient favorite of mine mainly because she was the female equivalent to a Shazam and she was sweet and cute. I have a costume of my own that I like to wear of Mary Marvel although I am hardly as sweet or innocent as the character is supposed to be.

New characters:

Jeopardy: I have always been envisioning new characters. I wanted another villain along the lines of the Riddler. I came up with "Jeopardy". She is a villain who uses her superior intellect to fool her foes and passes out consequences for failing to solve her puzzles. Her costume is a sexy, punk version of the Riddler costume.

True North: I wanted to do a pure Canadian super heroine. I am still at a loss for good name. Marvel comics had a Canadian hero named Vindicator who was male for the Alpha Team comics. They later changed the character to be female. I hated the name and thought of a better costume based on a type of speed skating uniform with a sexy twist. I still haven't thought of her super powers/ skills yet, just the look.

Mighty Isis: There was a Saturday morning show when I was young, right after "Shazam!" about a Egyptologist who transformed into the Egyptian goddess Isis with all her goddess power. I recreated this character and tried to make her look even more Egyptian. She could be a hero or a nemesis for Mary Marvel. There is room for a grey area there. She will have the knowledge of the ancient world and the can perform magic. 

Fabu-Lass: My transgender super heroine. Cyber Six was the only trans super that I know of until SheZa came along last year. I wanted to make my own. Mild mannered dude by day, sexy, scantily clad hottie after hours. Fabu-Lass is stylish in high boots, rose pattern skin suit, belt and cape with "TG" emblazoned on them. Her only power besides her disguise is flight and carries a sword for the dirty work. She is sworn to protect the LGBT community from its oppressors.

Ice Queen: I always liked Storm from the X-men but also thought her to be too powerful. I never liked Superman for the same reasons. Heroes have to be equally vulnerable. I thought Mr. Freeze or Captain Cold were decent villains, using ice and cold as a weapon. So I made Ice Queen, who has the power to deep chill and create snow and ice from thin air. She would be a good nemesis for True North.

Dumb Bunny: Most recently, I redid another old character from the early seventies. Dumb Bunny was part of a satirical super hero team called the Inferior Five about five costumed heroes who were utterly useless. Dumb Bunny was the lone female member and wore a bunny outfit that was as sexy as the comic book code allowed back then. She was a blonde stereotype bimbo. I would never think of making the same character over again. That would be beyond offensive.
      Instead, I had an epiphany. Super heroes and their alter egos are supposed to be in stark contrast with each other in order to keep their identity secret. After all, who would think that mousy, introverted Barbara Gordon was the dynamic dare doll, Batgirl. This is what I had in mind for Dumb Bunny:

    For her origin story, Debra Barton is a feminist, former Marine and a brilliant engineer. She exceeds in a male dominated field and keeps herself conservative and professional. She invents a special concealed weapon that women could use for personal protection. Her idea is canned by her employer but she keeps the prototype. Although attractive, fit and built, she doesn't show it off. She also generally dislikes men and has a girlfriend. Her girlfriend is a stripper named Molly who is also both intelligent and attractive.
    When a fellow stripper is raped on the way home from work and the police don't lay charges because she was dressed "slutty", Molly organizes a local "Slut March" to protest. She convinces her girlfriend Debra to join but Debra feels too uncomfortable in the revealing Bunny costume that her girlfriend picked out. Debra ends up bailing and going home. Molly is upset and considers dumping Debra but on the way home is attacked and raped herself. Debra is bound on revenge and hits the streets with her secret weapon to try to find Molly's attackers or any other misogynists that cross her path. Without any luck, Debra asks Molly for advice. Molly tells her that in order to catch the mouse, you need the right bait.
     Debra goes all out with the Bunny outfit and adds some touches. Her pink utility belt has handcuffs with pink fluff on them, pepper spray, ammo, and night stick painted pink with stickers to appear innocent. She declines the high heels as they are too difficult to patrol in and wears her bunny slippers instead but arms them with Tasers in the ears. Her secret wristband gun equalizes any street threat. She also carries a carrot which is made from a butt plug and is mainly for distraction but can be used on her enemies with its intended purpose. She exchanges her glasses for blue contact lenses and wears a ridiculous pink bimbo wig. The bunny ears contain a two way communicator that keeps her in contact with her girlfriend Molly who monitors the police bands and web, much like Oracle. Dumb Bunny's image is meant to draw out her enemies and lower their guard so that she can exact justice. A true feminist superhero is born.
    Not half bad, might need to copyrite this.