The Transformation Society Ch. 05

At six-thirty-three Dani walked into Antonio's Pizza and looked around. She wasn't in the habit of arriving to things late, but at the same time she knew it would be easier for her to spot Julie, than for Julie to spot her.

She'd dressed in her work clothes, a red blouse and a short black skirt. The skirt might have been a bit slutty for work in an office, but no one could tell what one was wearing below chest level on a conference call, anyway. She knew a lot of people who wore sweatpants. She had enjoyed the feeling of wearing something extra-feminine and sexy, however.

She had on the "sensible" heels, even though she'd been tempted to wear the taller ones. Still, this all had to be a bit of a shock to Julie, and she didn't want to make it worse. Heck, she even would have put on a longer skirt, if she actually owned one.

Every step reminded her of the strangeness of her new body. The lace of her bra was tantalizing against her nipples. Her thong rubbed between her cheeks, and the dampness of it made her extra-aware of her pussy. It had been hard to concentrate at work, but she'd been surprised at how well her colleagues had taken it all in stride. Surprised, sure. But almost everyone by now had been surprised by the someone they knew transforming.

Julie was at a little table for two. She wore jeans and a T-shirt, which certainly hadn't been what she'd worn at work as a tax lawyer. Julie dressed down for dates, not up, most of the time.

Dani weaved her way through tables with gingham plastic table cloths, aware that she attracted a bit of attention as she did. She knew that some women hated that, but for Dani it was a novel and enjoyable experience to have people ogle her legs and stare at the way her large breasts strained the buttons of the blouse.

Julie was studying the menu, and only looked up when Dani pulled the chair and sat down across from her.

"Uh, hi," Julie said. "I'm waiting for my boyfriend, actually, that seat's taken."

Dani blinked. What had the text said? "I heard about what you were doing." Something like that. Dani had assumed that meant Julie had learned about her transformation somehow. An entire imagined script of conversation went out the window, leaving Dani unprepared.

"I'm Danny," she blurted.

"That's nice," Julie said, looking back at the menu. "My boyfriend's name is Danny, too. Small world, huh? But really, could you -" She stopped in mid-sentence, the menu dropping to the table.

Well, at least that's once in my life I've seen her at a loss for words, thought Dani.

"No," she said at last. "You've got to be kidding me. There's no way. Just like that, really? On some sudden impulse? Tell me it's not you."

"It's me," Dani said. "I thought you knew. Your text said, well, you know."

"No, I didn't know. It's not you. Can't be. Is it? C'mon. Don't you like, warn people first? Isn't there a waiting period?"

Dani took her ID out of her purse, and put it on the table.

"Well!" Julie said. "Doesn't look a thing like you. You're, um, very blonde." She said that while looking at Dani's chest, not her hair, although she jerked her eyes upward right after. "Didn't you think about me at all, before you just up and did something like that?"

Maybe he should have. "It was impulsive," Dani admitted. "They had a try-it-out potion, and I didn't figure we had to talk for me to just try it out. It was supposed to be just for a few hours, but then -"

"Something went wrong? We can sue. We can totally sue. I know a personal injury guy, he's great. Positively rapacious. His name is Gardner. You'll love him. Oh my god, would you actually love him? Fuck. Are you straight? Wait, what would that even mean. I -"

Dani knew better than to wait for a break. "I'm bi," she said quickly. "But there's no case. I'm not suing. And I apologize for not talking with you about it first, but, well, it's my decision, and I like it. But what was it you knew about that I was doing, if it wasn't this?"

"Oh, one of my friends saw you with someone they described as a "brunette floozy," she said. Their words, not mine. I figured if you had a guilty conscience that would cause you to spill or make excuses or something, not like there's anything wrong with you walking down the street with another woman because I'm not that kind of jealous but I wanted to know because I thought maybe we meant something and I just wanted to know where I stood but now I see I'm like standing in quicksand or something. Good god those things are enormous, Dani? Was that your idea?"

"Things?"

"Breasts. I mean, I knew you were into them, but I didn't know that you'd get that into them, you know?"

"I didn't get to choose my size, if that's what you mean," Dani said. "But I like my new body, and there was a chance if I didn't make it permanent that, well, I'd get a different one if I tried later."

"So you just went and did it, just like that, without a thought for anyone else, huh?"

"It's my body."

"That's funny, because it sure looks like you borrowed some porn star's. You could have at least texted me before we met so I knew what to expect? Oh right, you thought I knew. Well I didn't know, obviously. Thanks, I'll have the sausage. Seems like I'll need to be getting it from somewhere." Julie managed to order from the waitress who'd appeared without breaking stride. "Anyway, you'll have to excuse me if I don't know what to say because this is just a complete shock and I haven't the slightest idea how to respond. Such a cute face, too, my god. You look so goddamned innocent. You don't have a right to look innocent like that. You -"

"I'll have the sausage, too," Dani said.

"Two sausages." The waitress gave her a sympathetic glance and moved away quickly.

Dani tuned back into radio Julie. "--all the time groping yourself now? God, at least you now are experiencing how much it sucks not to have pockets in anything. And having to keep your legs closed all the time, you know you always kind of tended to splay a bit, I noticed that early on, but you can't do that anymore, can you! Not in a skirt like that. And don't get me started about how things don't cost any less just because they have less fabric in them. Why I once saw this thong - no, it was a g-string, really. Seventy-nine dollars, can you believe that? I mean, what the hell!"

"That's a shame it cost that much," Dani said.

"Right? You are wearing panties, right? How much did they cost?"

Dani had bought a lot of clothes the day before, and she didn't know there was going to be a quiz. "Uh, ten bucks? Maybe. Not nearly as much as for the bras."

"How much did the bras cost?"

"I think around a hundred."

"God, they'd have to be feats of engineering with those. You're going to have back problems, I just know it."

"Actually, the transformed almost never do. It seems that the bodies we get are rather well designed and take that sort of thing into account. Strong back muscles, I suppose."

"Right. Well." Julie paused. "I guess I'm not splitting up with you over some brunette floozy."

Dani always felt a bit like she was suffering from whiplash when talking with Julie. "That's, um, good."

"Is it?"

Was it? After months of trying to persuade Julie that a relationship should involve a little more intimacy than the occasional good night kiss, and spending a lot of time listening, Dani had to wonder.

"Well. How was your day at work?" Julie asked.

"Pretty strange, actually," Dani said, realizing she needed to talk about it. "People were surprised, of course, and a few people remarked they hadn't seen it coming. But HR was really good about it all, and when it came to actual work meetings, people just got on with it."

"That's good. Of course HR legally has to be really good about it, but it's always nice when people follow the law. I think any HR person is bound to know about Abrams v. Oklahoma, and of course Arends v. Roberts was a landmark. Not my field, of course, not really. I had the strangest client today, and of course I mostly can't talk about it, but he had this odd-fitting toupee, and a very interesting problem involving qualified retirement investments that were owned in trust with his deceased ex-wife, with some interesting residuals that create a very tricky situation under the code. The problem -"

Dani sat back, and listened. The pizza came, and she waited patiently for Julie to take a bite, and then, in the resulting break in conversation said, "Actually, I'm breaking up with you."

"Wait, what?" Julie asked. "I don't think you understand, if anyone should be doing the breaking up, it's me. I've been perfectly accepting of the whole situation."

"I guess that's true," Dani admitted. "But I think I'd like something more than acceptance."

"You got the sausage too," Julie said irrelevantly.

"Yes, I ordered it right after you did."

"But I don't want to break up. I mean, I liked being able to tell the people at work that I was dating a guy, but actually, dating a girl might be even better. Edgier, you know. Especially a transformed."

Dani was about to point out how shallow that was as a reason for dating someone, and then remembered she'd been dating Julie for roughly the same reason. So instead she said, "I had sex with three guys last night."

Julie blinked, and again, Dani got to enjoy seeing her speechless. Not that it lasted. "I haven't had sex with three guys in the last ten years," she said. "I don't really see the big attraction. I mean I can't compete with a guy's hand, not really, and they can't come close to competing with a vibrator. I suppose it's better now without the STI's, but it's still so messy. And then having to use some kind of birth control and all. A woman has to be careful, you know? I guess you'll find out. Anyway I guess I can find someone else. I've got a backup plan, actually. No I'm not going to tell you, apparently we don't tell each other things like that. We're still friends, of course. Anyway, like I was saying before, that was when Williams, the junior partner not the senior -"

Dani unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse, and admired her own bountiful cleavage. While she ate her pizza, she looked around, and was not disappointed to catch a few people looking, even if they hastily turned away. The lace on her bra had started to itch a little, but not really unpleasantly, just enough to remind her that she was wearing lacy women's underthings, and that it was because in fact she was a woman.

She was glad Julie had a backup plan.

Do you enjoy being ogled? she asked herself, or maybe it was the nanos asking.

Obviously.

Do you like that about yourself?

Dani thought about it. Yes, I kinda do. Seems silly to resent it.

You can enjoy it as much as you like.

"The male gaze," Julie was saying. "Your buttons popped open. I think you need to buy bigger shirts. If you dress like that guys will stare."

"Some women, too."

"The lesbians, yeah. Really, seriously, you're breaking up with me, after all this time?"

"Really, seriously."

Julie shrugged. "Oh well. Separate checks, then. I can't let you pay for me if you're breaking up with me."

Dani kept a straight face. "Of course not." She looked around for the waitress, and caught the eye of a rather milfy ash-blonde woman looking at her. This time, the looker didn't look away, even though she was sitting with a handsome man who was probably her husband. Actually, the husband was looking, too.

The woman winked, and got something out of her purse. A little plastic pineapple, which she turned upside down on the table.

Dani smiled and winked back, and then spotted the waitress. Julie and Dani paid, separately, and Julie got up. "Well. Bye then."

"Bye," Dani said.

"Aren't you going to walk me to my car?"

Dani smiled. "It's a very safe neighborhood, and I'm not the guy in this relationship anymore."

"Oh. I guess not. Okay then." Julie walked out, and Dani waited for her to go before glancing over at the couple again.

They both smiled at her. She got up, and walked over to their table. "Hi," she said.

"Have a seat," said the woman. "I'm Gladys, and this is my husband Brock. We couldn't help but notice you. You're beautiful."

"Thank you. Dani."

"Transformed?" Gladys asked.

Some people thought that was a bit rude, but Dani could understand people being curious. "Yes."

"Have a seat, if you like."

Dani sat down.

Brock grinned at her. "You know what the pineapple means."

"You're swingers," Dani said. "And from the way you were looking at me, I'm guessing that you'd be interested in a threesome."

"Got it in one," Gladys said.

Is it slutty to pick up a couple of strangers right after breaking up with my girlfriend?

It absolutely counts as progress toward your tattoo, if that's what you're asking. But only do it if you want to.

Dani didn't want to be callous about relationships, but her relationship with Julie had always been borderline. She had never known whether Julie was actually a girlfriend or not, and they'd never quite managed to make it to bed together. And being a girl who seized the moment? She liked that, a lot. Her new body had given her courage she'd never had as Danny.

Dani looked at Brock's fine, chiseled face and square jaw, and at Gladys's brilliant smile and nice curves. "Good," she said. "It would be so awkward if you weren't."

"You're so gorgeous," Gladys said, reaching out and stroking her arm. "How long have you been a girl, Dani."

Dani laughed. "Just since Saturday night, actually."

"Really? Wow!"

"You know," said Brock. "We don't want to take advantage of you. We just saw a pretty girl and thought we'd like to get to know her better, if she was a free spirit."

"Being transformed has freed me," Dani said.

Brock smiled.

"We're almost done here," Gladys said. "But maybe we can go along to a bar and get to know each other better over some drinks?"

Dani nodded. She was glad the other two people were being sensible, because she would have happily just gone home with them to fuck. After all, it was the slutty thing to do. With Lexi playing wing woman, the outdoor blowjob had been safe enough, and she'd felt safe in the club with everyone around. And of course she'd known Grant, Sean, and Tom. But going to the house of two total strangers was another thing entirely.

The bar they went to had sexy waitresses, dressed in tight white T-shirts and bright blue short shorts. Dani wondered what it would be like to have a job like that, with people ogling you all the time. A part of her thought it would be a lot of fun. She could just imagine what Julie would think of it all, though. No doubt it would involve a lecture about objectification.

Dani wondered how many of the waitresses were transformed.

Gladys had a martini, Brock and old-fashioned. Dani ordered a strawberry daiquiri. As Danny, she'd always liked sweet, fruity cocktails the best, but her friends had teased her about them being "women's drinks." No one was going to tease her about that now.

They chatted about sports, about their jobs - Gladys was a librarian, Brock worked in publishing - and then about mysteries and science fiction. About anything and everything, it seemed, except threesomes. Dani wondered if the couple also felt they were avoiding the elephant in the room, but she was enjoying the conversation.

"We've been invited to a house party," Gladys said. "Friday night. Would you be interested in going with us?"

"What kind of house party?" Dani asked.

"A swinger party, mostly. We've been once, and it seemed okay. I just thought you might be more comfortable with people around? If not, well - I think I speak for Brock and we would happily skip the party, and just get together with you. Whatever makes you feel safest."

"Can I bring a friend?" Dani asked.

Brock looked a little disappointed, but Gladys nodded. "I think so," she said. "We'd have to ask the organizer. Here's the information, just have him contact the guy who runs it."

"She, actually. My friend is a she."

Brock brightened.

"Oh," Gladys said. "Pretty sure that won't be an issue."

#

Lexi agreed to go to the party with Dani. She was leaving Sunday afternoon on the train, but she was happy to help Dani adjust to her new life in the meantime, which meant a whirlwind of shopping.

Friday night they met Brock and Gladys in the same bar as before, had a drink, and then went on to the party, which was in a medium-sized suburban house. They had to park over a block away, and Dani wondered what the neighbors thought of such large parties in their neighborhood.

Dani had chosen a yellow dress, unbuttoned to show as much cleavage as possible without providing too frequent glimpses of the matching lacy bra beneath. The silky fabric felt good against her skin, and she liked the way the skirt of the dress brushed against her legs and fluttered dangerously in a breeze. Lexi was wearing a bodycon black cocktail dress, and nothing beneath.

They were greeted at the door by a short young woman with red hair and a winning smile. Brock and Gladys handed her four twenties. "We're paying for our friends, here."

"You don't have to do that," Dani protested.

Lexi just nudged her. "Get used to it," she whispered. "And don't feel you owe them sex for it."

The girl waved them in. "I know you guys," she said. Then she turned to Dani and Lexi. "Hi. I'm Teresa. Can I see some ID please?"

Dani had an appointment with the Department of Motor Vehicles on Monday, but all she could do was fish out Danny's ID. "I just transformed," she explained. There was no point in hiding it.

Teresa looked at Dani's breasts. "I'm sorry, we just can't take the chance," she said.

Lexi spoke up. "I can vouch. I was there, I saw it happen." She showed her own ID to the girl.

"I'm sorry," Teresa said.

"Brock," Gladys said. "Go to talk to Bernie. Dani, stay right there, because if you're not admitted, we're all leaving. And we'll take our eighty dollars with us."

Teresa shrugged helplessly. A few minutes later Brock returned with another man. His silk shirt was unbuttoned one extra button. He wasn't fat, but he was several pounds more than fit, and his hairline had begun to recede.

"Why, hello!" The man said. "Bernie!" He stuck out a hand, and while Dani shook it, he surveyed her from head to toe and then back again. Then Lexi got the same treatment. "What seems to be the problem here?"

Teresa sighed. "This one doesn't have ID. She says she's transformed, and she probably is, because her ID is that of a man named Danny, but it doesn't look a bit like her, and you've said..."

"Teresa, we welcome the transformed here! Brock and Gladys vouch for her. Just take her money and let her in, it'll be fine."

"She already did take our money," Gladys pointed out.

"Well, then we're practically obligated," Bernie said. "Here, I'll show you around." He touched Dani briefly on the back of the waist, gesturing her forward, and then did the same with Lexi. The touch was too brief for Dani to even think about objecting, so she went with the flow as Bernie showed them around the house with Brock and Gladys following.

It was nice enough, in a way. The open kitchen had a well-stocked bar, as well as cookies and cupcakes. A strip-poker game was going on in the dining room, but it had only just begun, it seemed, because only one man and one woman had lost their shirts. Couples mingled in the living room and in a little side room, and below, in the basement, mattresses were spread out. For those preferring a little less exhibitionism, there were two side rooms down there, one with one mattress, one with two. It wasn't fancy or slick, but it was neat and clean.

"What's the dress code?" asked Lexi.

"Clothing optional," Bernie said.

"Well, in that case." Lexi peeled off her dress, so that she was wearing nothing but her heels and her earrings. "Where can I hang up my dress?"

Bernie took a good look before responding, and Dani could hardly blame him. "Upstairs we have a coat room," he said. "People just toss jackets on the bed, but it's warm enough tonight we're not expecting many coats."

"Oh dear," said Lexi archly. "I guess I'll just have to walk past everyone naked just to put my dress away."

"I can do it," Bernie said.

"That's okay," Lexi said. "I don't mind a bit."

"I'll come with you."

"That's really not necessary."

But Bernie tagged along behind Lexi after all. Dani wasn't sure if he noticed Lexi turning her head to wink at Dani.

Well, thought Dani, Lexi was experienced. She could handle a fifty-year-old lecher, and she'd enjoy showing off. She looked at her companions.

"Interested in helping get the party started?" Gladys asked, moving a little closer to Dani. "We can hang around some, instead, if you like. But I know what I've been looking forward to all this time."

"No pressure at all," Brock said. "We don't -"

Dani kissed Gladys, pressing her chest against the other woman's. The kiss deepened, tongues swirling together. Dani was pretty sure they'd all been looking forward to the same thing.

Their lips parted, and she turned to kiss Brock. There was something delicious about kissing a man in front of his wife, especially knowing his wife was fine with it. Naughty, without feeling even a little bit wrong.

"Are you okay being touched?" Gladys asked, moving behind Dani, her hand hovering over her shoulder.

"Yes," Dani said.

Gladys touched her waist, gently. "Let us know if we touch anywhere we shouldn't."

"There are places you shouldn't?" Dani asked. "And how about the two of you? Are you okay being touched?"

"Yes," they both said.

"Anywhere?"

"Anywhere."

Gladys led them to a mattress, where they kissed some more. Brock undid more buttons on Dani's dress. Gladys lifted her top off. Dani unbuttoned Brock's shirt. Hands slid against bared chests and cupped soft breasts, and then still more clothes came off.

A couple came down and started making out on a nearby mattress.

Dani slipped her hand into Brock's jeans and was gratified to find a hard cock, already leaking precum. She undid the zipper further and let it free, so she could stroke it. Gladys's fingers slipped inside Dani's pussy.

Dani turned to kiss Gladys, while she stroked Brock's cock.

Brock started fingering Gladys, causing her to moan.

Dani knew that anyone could come and watch them, but she didn't really care. She'd been watched before, and nothing was going to stop her from enjoying herself. Everything seemed to flow so naturally.

Gladys took Dani's hand, and lifted her up, and the two women stripped sensuously while Brock watched. Then they sat down, and watched Brock take his clothes off while Gladys cat-called him.

"Oooh baby, take it all off, let's see that big dick of yours!"

Dani grinned, feeling very much like one of the girls.

A moment later she was lapping at Gladys' pussy while Brock fucked her doggy style and groped her breasts from behind. Then Gladys took a turn, letting Brock fuck her missionary style while Dani straddled her face. The experienced couple had obviously been in a few threesomes before, and knew how to guide Dani, centering her pleasure.

She found herself on her back, with Gladys kissing and groping her, and Brock licking her clit, and she screamed into the other woman's mouth. Then Brock entered her again, filling her, stretching her.

It felt so good to be fucked, even though she just came. She remembered feeling that an orgasm meant the fun had to stop for a while, but now it was just a happy highlight in the middle of pleasure, every bit as intense but not any reason to slow down. "Fuck my pussy," she told him. "Fuck it good and hard."

"I can't last much longer if I do," he said.

She laughed at how close that was to what she'd just been thinking. "Cum in me, then. Or on me. Or both!" She wanted it all. She turned to Gladys. "Will you lick it all off me?" As a guy, she would have felt like a creep to suggest such a thing, afraid of being told he was a pervert or that he watched too much porn. But as a girl she felt like she could ask for anything, as long as she didn't mind people thinking she was a slut.

Heck, when she got that s tattoo, she'd be proud of it.

You're on your way.

Nothing can stop me.

Brock pulled out, and Gladys pumped his cock until he sprayed cum all over Dani. So much cum.

"He's been saving it for days," Gladys told her.

"For me?"

"For you," Brock said.

"Mmm." Dani started rubbing some of it in, while Gladys licked it off her. Then Dani made a show of scooping some of the thick white seed and bringing it to her mouth. She noticed there were two other couples, and one threesome, who were making love on the mattresses now, but there were still more people standing near the bottom of the stairs, watching with cocktails in their hands. She made eye contact with a few of them as she slurped the cum off her fingers.

She went down on Brock, licking the mixed juices of all three of them off his cock, and then taking time to kiss Gladys, tasting more cum as she fingered the other woman. Gladys came, shuddering, and Brock put an arm around her shoulders.

"I love you, honey," he told his wife.

"I love you, too," Gladys said, and for a moment Dani felt a little bit like a third wheel.

And then they both turned her attention to her again, and she was glad the two of them were such a team. Gladys positioned herself in a 69 with Dani, lifting Dani's legs high up in the air, and Brock went and got some lube. Then Brock fingered Dani's ass while Gladys licked her clit, and Dani came again, squeezing down on the invading finger as her body was racked with pleasure.

It all seemed to go on and on, and she forgot all about Lexi until her friend came down the stairs and gave her a big wink. Lexi started talking to the people on the stairs, inclining her head now and then toward Dani's threesome.

Let them talk, thought Dani. She imagined them talking about what a slut she was.

That's right. I am.

"Want to invite more people to join us?" Gladys whispered into her ear.

Dani grinned and pointed at a handsome man who had his arm around a curvy platinum blonde. The man pointed at himself and raised his eyebrows. She nodded, spread her two fingers to indicate both of the couple, and then gave a cum hither gesture.

The man looked at the blonde, said something to her, and she smiled back at him, and nodded.

"Touch me anywhere," Dani said. "And don't bother to ask before fucking me."

It seemed like the sluttiest thing to say.

"Branson," said the man.

"Kimberly," the woman said.

Oh, yeah, names. "Dani."

"Gladys."

"Brock."

The two newcomers took their clothes off. Branson's cock wasn't all the way hard, so Dani slid it between her lips. She supposed she should have asked first, but she'd been a guy, and couldn't imagine Branson objecting. He didn't.

Kimberley started playing with Brock and Gladys, and Dani reached out to fondle her breasts. Hands ran over Dani's body, and over the next half hour she lost track occasionally of just whose hands were where, or which guy was fucking her, or how many orgasms she had.

Lexi knelt next to her, and opened her mouth, to show that she had a mouthful of cum. She bent to kiss Dani, giving Dani plenty of time to pull away. But she didn't, happily snowballing with her friend, not even knowing whose cum it was.

"Slut," Lexi said.

Dani grinned. "Yes. So?"

"So good for you. I knew you had it in you."

"I love having it in me," Dani said.

Lexi laughed.

"Mind if I join?" It was Bernie.

Dani wasn't attracted to Bernie, but then, saying yes would be the slutty thing to do.

"No thank you," Lexi said before Dani could respond.

"Why?" Bernie asked.

"Maybe we should call it a night," Brock suggested.

But there were more guys to fuck.

"Good idea," Lexi said. "Sorry, Bernie, but we're all really tired."

Dani shrugged. Kimberley and Branson looked exhausted, and now that she looked around, Brock was flagging, too. Of course there was a line of potential reinforcements, but she would just have to trust Lexi's judgment.

Reluctantly, she put her dress back on. Branson and Kimberley gave her their contact information, and Lexi went to get her own dress. They met up at the front door, waved to Teresa, who looked rather bored guarding the front door, and walked out into the fresh air. It still wasn't cold enough for a jacket.

"Nice party," Lexi said, "except for the part where the host is a creep."

Brock nodded. "I've been wondering about him."

"He went for a feel on the way up," Lexi said, "so I put my dress back on and joined the strip poker game, where there was only room for one. After that he wandered off. Naturally, with me just having a dress on, I didn't have a lot to bet with, so I started betting blow jobs until he came by to hint to someone they should make room for him in the game. So then I backed out of poker, and came downstairs to watch you. And collect contact information from your admirers, Dani. There's a long, long list, and some of them host parties. I also got some information about some swinger clubs in the area that I didn't know about."

Dani nodded. "Hinted to someone they should make room, you said?"

"Yeah. Because he's the host, you know, and maybe they'd like to be invited back. I got the same vibe when he tried to grope me, and again when he wanted to join our - how many was it at that point? That maybe you and I could get away with saying no, because he'd want us back, but if Brock or that other guy did, they'd be off the guest list. Slut tattoo or no slut tattoo, I still get to decide who to be slutty with."

Dani shook her head. "What a shame. I mean, about the guy, not about getting to decide."

"He wasn't pushy with me," Gladys said. "But I guess that's just because I'm not his type. He seems to like the young ones."

"He wasn't pushy with me, either," Brock said.

Lexi stared at him.

"Not contradicting you," Brock said. "Just reinforcing Gladys' point. I'm not his type, either, so we didn't know about him. Obviously, the two of you are."

"Well," said Gladys. "At least he has good taste."

Lexi laughed. "You all were having such a good time, I didn't want to be a Debbie Downer."

"Can we hope that we might have more fun times with you in the future, Dani?" Gladys asked.

"Absolutely," Dani said.

"Great," Gladys and Brock said at once, and then grinned at each other.

They waved, and parted ways. "How's your progress?" Lexi asked.

Dani checked. "72%," she said.

"Sweet. Sorry for the interruption, I'm sure you could have gotten even further, but trust me, that Bernie guy is bad news."

Dani smiled. "I'm glad to know that the slut tattoo won't stop me from saying no to a creep."

"Nope." Lexi grinned. "But it might make you want to work through the list of contacts I'm going to send you. And I won't be your guardian angel for much longer. Use one of the guys as a safe call - or for that matter, I suspect they wouldn't mind going swinging with you, if you want to do more of that. Brock and Gladys seem nice, too. But tomorrow, we're going back to the Transformation club. Sound good?"

"Sounds very good," Dani said, aware of a little bit of cum trickling down her thigh.