Riding the Monster - Auntie M's

Note: This is the second part in my series Riding the Monster. Please read part one first.

This chapter covers some past traumatic experiences the characters had when they had been trafficked and used for coerced prostitution, but only as a discussion. This series is about dealing with the awful nature of collective male sexuality, so the sex scenes my not be as fulfilling for some readers, so I apologize if that's what you take from it.

I'm telling the story from a particular POV. Thanks for reading.

Jamal was the manager for a location of one of the big rental car companies, and got up early.

I woke up to him coming out of the bathroom and blinked away sleep and sat up. Neither one of us was stoned, and I had to look awful. I honestly expected him to kick me out.

He must have remembered how nice it was to have his cock in my ass because he just smiled.

"See you tonight," he said and left.

I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. I definitely needed my own place, but despite Jamal's manipulation, it was nice to get fucked after so long with Ryley.

This arrangement wasn't going to work long-term, and not because I couldn't take getting fucked every night but because Jamal couldn't afford it and I did not want to have to loan him rent money. That's probably what would end up happening.

I didn't have too much work to do to get in my costume. I kept my hair dry, but I showered off again. Then I pinned my hair up and put on the wig. I wasn't very good at costume makeup so I aimed to accentuate my femininity with my best attempt at a full beat. I don't think I met that ideal but I liked what I saw. It was comforting to use these skills again.

I took the wig back off when I was done, I needed to make sure my makeup looked good with the purple hair. Getting myself strapped into the costume was harder than taking it off, but I managed and then put the wig back on

It was a pretty stupid costume. She was a clever leader in the anime, but the armor was more about making her boobs look big.

If it got me a job, which Byron seemed to indicate it would, I'd wear it every night.

I got out of his apartment and made sure I had everything. I managed to charge my phone up that morning after he left, but I would have to get a charger.

I walked through the mostly Hispanic working class neighborhood to the Salvadoran restaurant and bakery in the strip mall. I had been there before.

"Desayuno tipico," I said and pointed at the big tub of fresh fruit juice. "Juice, por favor."

I paid and waited. A line of customers came and the mostly central American immigrants gave me side eye as they ordered or ate their breakfast.

I loved Salvadoran breakfast. Mine came and I took my time eating it. I could only imagine my picture was spreading across whatever social media was popular in the immigrant community. With the purple hair and ridiculous costume everyone had a story to tell.

I ordered my Uber when I was finishing up and remembered my spear only after clearing my dishes.

I couldn't be Arthur Pencilgon without my spear.

Messaged my Driver to let them know I was in a costume for work. I could just picture them pulling up and saying nope.

I got to Auntie M's a little early. The front was locked so I walked around the side and tried the door. I had been here tons of times. It wasn't a queer bar, but it was militantly open to all, and you never knew who you would find here.

The side door was locked. I went around back and the kitchen door was propped open.

"Hello?" I called into the kitchen. No one answered so I went in. It was still packed up from the night before. I went through the doors to the front of the club.

It's always weird to go into a space that you've only experienced crowded. I could hear the floors creak in one spot.

"Hello?" I called again, and I heard something from the door behind the bar.

I walked in that direction and as I did, a woman came through the door. I recognized her, but I didn't think we had ever spoken.

It was Susan, the owner.

"Holy fucking shit, you came in your costume." She said and laughed.

"Byron said you wanted me to." I said, starting to get nervous.

"Sure, I guess. Having a hard time remembering yesterday. It was pretty fucked up. That guy is probably gonna sue me."

"Oh the anti-trans gay? Did he actually get hurt?"

"Yeah. Regina broke his jaw. Goddamn MAGA gays. Like what are they thinking? Still probably wouldn't have been a problem if five people hadn't been filming. Anyway, moving on. You have experience?"

She seemed tired. I had worked in restaurants and bars once I got out of the life, starting when I turned 20. I listed three different places. Two of them were closed, which was a good thing because I don't think the owner liked me very much but the third one was very much open and they did like me. I was working there when I started going with Ryley. So I left on good terms when I started with her father.

"Well, I know Ahmad, but I think he's in Florida now but I'll reach out to Richie. Probably. Honestly, you showed up early and sober and wearing that ridiculous costume. Do you go femme a lot?"

I thought about the question and what it might mean to her if I did. I decided to deflect.

"Well, my girlfriend broke up with me last night, and I had been working for her father. She told him I had slapped her around. Which wasn't true at all, she just wanted a "clean break" to keep me from getting out of the car. Before she could stop him, he burned all my stuff, so you tell me. What would get me more tips? Because I need to go clothes shopping."

She put her hands on her hips and closed her eyes, shaking her head.

"Just once I want a normal person to walk in here and ask for a job." She opened her eyes and looked at me again. I struck a pose with my spear.

"Fuck, Byron says you are 100% reliable. He's an idiot, but he's not a liar. I love that guy. You got the job. Get here tonight at 4 o'clock. Oh and, the more femme the better."

A sudden weight was lifted off my chest. I hadn't noticed how anxious I had been.

"Thank you, what are the rules?"

"Rules? People order drinks, you sell them to them. They pay you and you clean up at the end of the night. Oh, and if they get too drunk, cut them off. Your call, but be tough."

"No, I mean, kind of unwritten rules? Like don't sleep with that guy because he's a psycho. You can give away six shots a shift. Always put the rail in mixed drinks."

"Oh, I get you. Yeah I don't like relationship drama. I don't know which flavor you prefer but try not to get into a relationship with another employee. And keep any relationships with customers chill. I don't need some stalker showing up every night and beating up someone who talks to you. Just don't be an idiot. Oh God, wait. Yeah. Rules. My partner Steve will show up and he will want to fuck you. Ignore him. If he gets shitty, just tell him I said you were off limits. He can't fire you. I guess that's it. Pay is tipped minimum, and bartenders split tips. Not the servers though. There's tipouts but I let the staff decide that. It's on the wall in the back."

She had me fill out some forms and she took pictures of my ID. There was no discussion about benefits. I would certainly miss my health insurance.

Not having the car was going to suck. I looked it up and there were a few thrift stores in walking distance so I headed towards them.

I got another text from Ryley.

"I'm sorry about my father. It was a mistake. Pissed at me for lying to him, but still doesn't want you to come back to work. He's fucking pissed at me about that. Said you were the best worker he had. Anyway I just sent you another thousand dollars for your stuff. I know those Funko things were worth money. Good luck."

I could use the money and I wouldn't work for him anyway after all that. The thousand bucks meant I could probably find a place to stay sooner than later.

"Yeah, good luck to you too. Seriously."

I sent the text. I felt free. I was probably better off this way. Ryley was talking about moving to North Carolina.

At the first thrift store, I found a really cute paisley mini dress. Couldn't try it on, but it was the right size. I also got a denim skirt that flared out. They had designed it with cute pink plaid panels so that when you moved, they flashed through the denim.

I bought about 20 things between two stores and it was only when I was walking towards the Target that I realized every single thing I bought was femme. The only pair of pants were capris. I had changed into a plaid skirt and white top at the last place.

It made me smile; I guess I was going for the tips. But to be honest until I found a place, I would wrap myself up like a girly present every night if I thought it meant Jamal would spend another $200.

I walked into the Target with my bags and realized I needed more things. I put them in a cart and went to customer service. I showed them the clothes and told them I had lost everything in a fire and was trying to rebuild. It was technically true. The woman told me to come see her when I wanted to check out.

I got toiletries and a large suitcase for my clothes. I bought my own shampoo and body wash and some of that floral body spray. Fuck it. I had tried the whole butch thing and my looks still dragged me back in the end.

They didn't really have much in the way of sexy underwear or stuff to sleep in so I just bought panties and one bra. I thought I would stuff it for some of my outfits.

I thought about that night and wearing something that would get Jamal horny.

I decided to go to that place in College Park. I could get some other things I needed there.

I went back to customer service to get my bags and check out. The woman was very kind. I had the kind of face that could go either way, but I was wearing makeup and a skirt so it wasn't often a problem with people getting shitty with me. I was very lucky in that, particularly with the way things were right now for trans women.

I got a rideshare to the fetish store and went inside with my bag.

"You'll have to leave that upfront," the woman at the counter said.

She put it in a corner and I started shopping. They had lingerie sets. I looked for some that had back access.

I ended up getting three. One was just a collection of pink straps, more like a stripper's version of a bondage harness. Another one was a bodysuit with the ass missing. The last was a pink top, which really didn't hide much, and it was split down the back. The panty that went with it was a G string.

I thought more about selling my ass for money. It was coming back so easy. Men were so easy. So poisonous. I guess there were some like me who wanted a relationship with a woman, but maybe that was only because I had experienced the venomous maelstrom that was collective male sexuality.

It was about being used, being thrown around. About begging them to stop or begging them to go harder. It was about calling them daddy, and I had given up trying to figure out what that one meant.

I was in the aisle with the accessories. Not the dildos or vibrators. This was the more oddball stuff. I looked at the pink Chastity Cage. Men liked it when you wore that. They liked it when you told them you didn't have the key. You became a vision of subjugation. You no longer were a man in lingerie that they were fucking; you were just a piece of fuckmeat.

You were an in between creature, someone who could only get pleasure from their dick, someone they could watch squirm while they fucked you.

I got that, an enema bottle, a big bottle of lube, some condoms, a prostate stimulator, and a fat tapered dildo. It was one of those multicolored ones that was shaped like a monster. The tip of the dildo was its tongue.

I felt stupid as I waited for my ride. I felt like I was being immature. My girlfriend broke up with me so now I was going to what? Turn back into Bunny? Just be femme? I'd always been ambiguous about things. It started as a defense mechanism, from when I was a teenager. The foster family I was with the longest, well they had not been good to me. That's where I first met the monster.

That was something my therapist talked to me about after I got my shit together when Hristo died. She had really helped me learn to love myself. She helped me realize this was all me.

Jamal had broken something open, and I was glad in a way. It sucked that he didn't just do me a favor, but he reminded me what men are like and how I could use them.

Fuck them. Fuck the Magill's. That was the foster family that first taught me the lesson of what men were like. Yeah, yeah. Not all men. Not me. But enough for it to be the reality I had to live with.

I didn't wanna fuck around. I wanted to make enough money to get to a place of safety and security. And if I had to use my ass to do it, I would.

My ride showed up and I put my bag in the backseat. The spear barely fit.

I didn't say anything to him. I just watched the road as he drove me back to Auntie M's. I was way early, but it would be open and I would just hang out there.

Susan was still there, cleaning up along the bar. It had been left a mess the night before.

"Hey, I'll give you a hand." I said. She jumped and scrambled around until she recognized me.

"Oh shit, you scared me. Yeah, thanks. I've got a big mess back here and the cops are up my ass to come down and talk to them. Look, Byron says you're trustworthy. If you can clean this up, I mean, I won't put it on your hours because you're tipped and that's bullshit. I'll buy you lunch and give you 40 bucks."

"I'll take lunch. No fish but other than that I like everything. If there's anything I can't figure out I'll let you know when you get back."

She ordered sandwiches from a fancy wine and sandwich joint that was close by. Mine had this rosemary ham that was amazing.

I changed into a denim skirt and a black sleeveless blouse. I put my hair up and got to work.

It actually felt good to be doing something again. I had enjoyed working for Ryley's father. I was good at all of it, even drywall. This was kind of the same but in reverse. Taking care of the mess and then putting everything in order.

The rubber mats with holes in them were sticky, so I found some gloves and took them to the alley. There was a hose by the mop sink so I screwed it in. It had the sprayer assembly on it. I draped the mats over the dumpster and really got them clean. Someone whistled at me from the end of the alley but they were gone. Apparently spraying floor mats on a dumpster was sexy. I definitely needed to get changed after this, though.

There was more like that. Mopping the floor behind the bar then organizing everything. I ended up finishing everything and cutting up limes and lemons before 4 o'clock.

"Who the fuck are you," came a voice from the darkness in the back of the club.

I was startled, but I smiled and waved

"I'm Hayden. I start today. Susan just asked me to clean up a little before the shift. It was a mess last night."

The guy came out of the darkness. He was friendly looking, despite what he said. He had a nice smile and sandy hair that was just the cutest form of messy. A little taller than me, and broader and more muscular.

"I'm Mark, I am the bar manager on Wednesday nights. Let me just get my things away and I'll come out and we can go over things."

It turned out I did remember almost everything that needed to get done. They had some special house drinks, mostly risque Wizard of Oz themed.

That was the bar's shtick.

He put on 90s alternative rock and we danced as we worked. He was so funny and kind. He had a day job working in social services but loved bartending so he kept this one shift.

We made the specialty drinks and set them aside. Mark said they would make a customer happy by giving them an extra. I told him I had thought I would be shadowing someone, but he just laughed.

"After Regina went off the top rope, we don't have anyone left to do that. You'll be fine, and I'll be back here. It's not usually too bad on a Wednesday night," he said.

Before we opened, I went to the ladies and got changed. I pulled on that paisley minidress; it was blue with sequins and tight, accentuating my somewhat plump ass. I put my hair up and touched up my makeup.

When I went back to the bar, Mark bugged his eyes out at me and I laughed and spun around for him.

"You won't be able to see my dick after I put the apron on," I said and he laughed out loud. The two servers, Noah and Celeste, came over and introduced themselves.

There was a brief meeting before the shift. The chef wanted everyone to sell the Yellow Brick Load, which was some kind of double smash burger that had gooey white cheese. There were also the flying monkey wings. It was kind of stupid, but the place did have a theme.

The place started getting some crowds around five for happy hour specials. It was good practice, and I practiced flirting too. It didn't matter if it was a girl or a guy, it was fun; a little way to release some of the stress that Ryley had dumped on me.

By 6:30 I was in the swing of it and it was just like old times. Happy hour ended at seven so we got absolutely slaughtered in the last 10 minutes as people loaded up with drinks.

Right afterward, Mark asked me if I wanted a break. I was actually feeling fine so I shook my head.

"You go. I'm on fire over here. Really enjoying it. It's a great crowd too."

He took off and I saw him pull out his phone to make a call as he was walking away from the bar. He came running back in about three minutes.

"Look, I hate to do this, but I have to go. One of my clients got arrested and he has special needs. He, well, I can't explain. But I do gotta go. Here's my number, call me if anything comes up and I am so, so sorry. I'll tell her not to split the tips tonight when I call her."

I was stunned. I just made a noise of some sort and then watched him run out the back. I didn't have time to think about it because I had a whole line of people come up to the bar at the same time.

"All right, you sexy bitches, who wants something to drink?" I yelled and they all cheered.

I could barely keep track of the next hour and a half until Susan came back. I couldn't take a break because it was still slammed, but at least I only had to work half the bar.

"Hey, someone asked for a flaming B-52. Do we do fireworks here?" I yelled down to her, and she nodded and waved at me.

I made the drink and lit it with matches. I would need to get another zippo. There was a cheer as it flamed up and then the guy put it out and downed it. That started a wave of ordering, with me constantly apologizing that I was all alone and it was 10 o'clock before someone tapped me on the shoulder.

It was a short woman with really curly black hair that framed her face.

"Hey, I'm Tamera. Take a break. Susan asked me to come in. Some first night, huh?"

The idea of taking a break almost made me fall onto the ground. The relief was so palpable.

"Oh my God, thank you. Is it OK if I go out front? Like do we take breaks somewhere?" I asked. One of the guys who ran a place I worked at made us take breaks in the employee break room which was just this hole in the wall in the back.

"Sure, whatever, go dance if you want to. And come back when you're ready. I can't believe you made it this far" she said, and I hugged her.

"Oh my God, thank you," I said, and then poured myself some soda water from the gun and walked out from behind the bar, ducking under the extension of the bar at the end instead of lifting it.

I wound my way across the dance floor, enjoying the energy and stopping to gyrate with a couple people along the way.

I went outside and checked in with the doorman. He was a big dude, not tall but wide.

"I'm on the bar. On a break. This is just soda water. I'm Hayden." I said.

"I am Pita, like the bread. You're the one that's been back there. Crazy night for you."

There were a few people hanging out up front smoking, but there was no line. It was crowded for a Wednesday, but not slammed.

I checked my phone. I had like eight texts from Jamal. Natalie was staying over that night. So much for that. I could afford a hotel so it didn't matter. I texted him a thumbs up. I would figure it out.

The air was cool and crisp, and I felt like there was steam rising off of me. I leaned against the wall and drank, thinking about the night. How crazy things had been. Getting the job this morning and covering the bar by myself. At least the tips would be good.

"Bunny?" I heard someone ask and I got goosebumps immediately. That was the name my pimp had given me.

My fight or flight instincts kicked in as I turned to look and see who it was.

It was a short woman in a satin dress who looked remarkably familiar. She had platinum blonde hair in waves that flowed down her back and over her shoulders.

"I don't know who you are." I said instead of responding to the name, almost panicking.

"Right, I had work done, a lot of work. It's me, Suki," the woman said, and suddenly I could see her behind the petite nose and other changes.

"Oh my God, you look so different. And beautiful. Holy shit I'm so happy to see you. You made it out OK?" I asked and hugged her. I had thought she was dead, or trafficked somewhere.

We had both been the property of Hristo. She was there before me and had held me every morning for the first two weeks as I cried myself to sleep.

"I'm so sorry. I escaped and I didn't even try to find you." I said and stepped back.

"No, I couldn't find you either. One of the guys who used to watch us asked me to move in with him and I was pretty OK for a while. Then the guy decided he wanted to make money off me and it became a thing. He ended up dead too, I think. And I can't say that I'm sorry," she said, and I just shook my head.

We had been adults but so young and had no idea what we were doing when we started.

"Oh my God, I'm just so happy to see you," I said, and gave her a hug. We both started crying and both of us laughed and stepped back at the same time.

"Crap, my makeup," she said, and I nodded.

"Me, too, but I feel so much better about the world now that I know you're still in it, and clearly doing well. Do you come here a lot?"

"Sometimes. I will usually meet my clients here when it's the first time. I live around the corner. That keeps things tight. I don't work the bar, I don't think the owner likes it much if we do. I do have some clients that like to meet here first and relax with a drink, like tonight."

She was telling me she was still doing the work, but she was independent. She had a really nice bag, and her nails were beautiful.

"So you're still working. Seems like it's doing OK for you."

"Yeah," she said and smiled, "hey do you mind? I was gonna light up. We gotta move another 20 feet or so away from the door."

She lit her cigarette as we walked. She held it out to me and I don't smoke that often, but I took it.

"Thanks. I'm so happy to see you. I'm so glad you're safe."

"Yeah, I'm not working for anyone although I do have a guy I can call if I need someone mean looking. What about you? You said it's your first night. And I love the outfit and the hair. Great highlights. You really look the same. Are you working?"

I took a drag on the cigarette and felt the head rush. I decided just to tell her. This was someone I could trust.

"Yeah, I was living masc, and my girlfriend broke up with me last night. There's more to it than this, but one of the judges at a contest we were both at said she would never be as pretty as me. I thought he was joking, and I didn't say anything."

"Fuck!" She said, laughing. "I would dump you too, but mostly because it's true. Your face."

"Yeah, the face of a high school girl. I know. That's why Hristo could get the big bucks for me. But anyway, I called someone. I thought he was a friend and asked them if I could crash there. I was dressed up in this really cute cosplay and he said I could when I got there but only if I gave him a blow job."

"Fucking no way. Did you bite his dick off?"

"No, I sucked him off and then he said I could stay there for a couple days. His couch was filthy and uncomfortable so he said I could sleep with him as long as I dressed femme. Whatever, I had just given him a blow job so I did put on his baby mama's nightgown and panties and then he said he was gonna fuck me, but I could stay there for a week."

"Some friend," she said.

"Tell me about it. He's all right, I guess. But I didn't let him just fuck me. Well, I did but I said I would stay there for free and he could pay me 50 for a blow job or 200 to fuck me each time. I'm pretty sure he's going to ask to borrow rent money at the end of the month because that guy is going to be fucking me every night. I need to find a place ASAP."

"Oh my God, he was so perfectly male in his response. Oh, sorry, no offense. Present company excluded. Yeah I have two bedrooms, but one is for working." She said and looked anxious.

I realized that she saw me as family. She felt bad she couldn't help me. We were more than just friends. We had been through it together.

"Aww, Suki, it's fine. I've got it covered, but I'm so happy just to have found you."

She let out a breath like she had been holding it, and hugged me again. I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

She took another drag, and looked me up and down again.

"So what happened that night. We just learned that Hristo died and you disappeared."

I took another drag on the cigarette to think if I wanted to relive that night. Suki deserved to know.

"Yeah, he got drunk, and I came back from a three on one. Bunch of college guys. He tried to take my tips and we got into it. He slapped me so hard I saw stars and the next thing I know he had tied me to the bed."

"That motherfucker. He did that to me once. Somebody gave me a counterfeit hundred. He said he needed to take it out in trade. Like that fucker needed an excuse."

"Yeah. Anyway, he put pillowcase over my head and used it to choke me and then when I thought I was gonna pass out, he jammed his cock all the way in with just the leftover lube from my clients. I fucking screamed. He was laughing and calling me his little bunny when suddenly he made a weird noise and just dropped dead. He was still inside me."

"Oh my God."

"Yeah," I said, and flicked my cigarette into the garbage can.

"How did you get out?"

"Well, let's just say I'm glad my phone was nearby. I used voice commands to dial 911. I managed to get my wrists free and get out before they arrived. I had to go with them to get checked out and there was a social worker at the hospital. She connected me to services and FAIR Girls, so I stayed at their facility for a while. My old case manager from foster care helped me too. They got me housing and I cut my hair and went masculine. After that, it was just life."

"When did you start dressing sexy again?" She asked.

"Well I did it off and on, and my girlfriend used to like it but yesterday apparently it was a problem. It was more than that. I was just coasting and she was going places. Her dad burned all my shit because she told him I hit her and so they sent me some money. I had no clothes except for a sexy cosplay outfit, and when I went shopping today, I just bought nothing but girl clothes. I figured why not, the universe was sending me a message."

"Really? Just like that? And now you're thinking of working?"

I hadn't really been thinking of working seriously. I had only really ever done it for Hristo and he was brutal.

"Well you seem happy so I don't know. Maybe. I just don't wanna work for someone. I kind of left it all behind but now I just wanna make as much as I can so I can get my own place and be secure. How do you do it?"

She lit another cigarette and offered it to me, but I shook my head.

"I have an Onlyfans but they're really strict about not using it to work, so I have regular clients that more than cover my bills, but I will occaisionally meet up with a fan. There's also the review pages. I paid to advertise whenever someone clicks on my name. Then there's the authentication sites. I have to pay to be on the good ones. They verify people's employment, etc so the guys on there are not cops. You know, men want to fuck so they find a way. I'm meeting a regular tonight. At 11."

"That's awesome. Meet him at the bar and I'll say hi, unless that would freak him out."

She hugged me again and we exchanged numbers. I told her I'd love to get lunch. We went back to the door and Pita said they were at the limit without looking at us. There had been a line outside.

"Hey Pita, I'm working the bar. And she came out with me."

His whole demeanor changed. He had been like a stone wall, staring down some idiots in line. But then he recognized me and smiled.

"Suga! Sorry! No problem. Oh hey, Cherry, what's up, girl?" He said, referring to Suki as cherry.

"You know just hanging out. Meeting a friend. If he gets out of hand, I'll let you know," she said.

The man held up one huge fist and shook it and smiled at her. I gave her another hug before I dove behind the bar.

Tamera waved at me and slid down signaling to Susan. She looked relieved and slid past Tamera and stopped by me. It was really loud so she leaned in.

"My God, thank you so much. Mark told me you cleaned the mats as well? Are you kissing ass or is this really what you're like?"

I laughed at her bluntness.

"I just tend to work if I'm at work. I don't tend to kiss asses but I've been known to lick them."

She took a step back and blinked at me and I winked at her. I don't know what had come over me, but I felt so good back behind a bar. Better than I ever had before.

She still hadn't said anything, and I had some guy bang his mug on the bar

"Yo, do you want me to go get the guy from the door to show you where you can put that fucking mug? I know you need a drink, but I'm talking to my boss," I yelled at him and turned back to Susan. All his friends laughed.

"Well thanks, and I'll settle up with you later. Mark said not to split the tips, but I gotta give something to Tamera."

"It's fine, no worries. We can talk later." I said, and turned back to the bar.

I gave the guy I yelled at a free beer and he held it up like it was a prize.

I was keeping one eye on the time and when it got close to 11, I kept my eye out for Suki.

I saw her right after 11 with a guy trying to get to the bar. It was packed. I went over to the guy that I yelled at.

"I'll give you four a round on the house if you let my friend and her friend have a seat at the bar." I yelled. I didn't want to take advantage of Susan, and should probably check with her later.

They freed up two seats and an older guy next to them jumped into the seat before they could, but I told him to fuck off. He looked pissed, and leaned over the bar.

"Do you know who I am? I'm a friend of Susan."

"Saying 'Do you know who I am?' is always a douche move. I don't care if you're Glinda the Good Witch. If you don't move right fucking now I'll get the doorman to bounce you. I cleared the seats for them," I said, gesturing at Suki and a guy in his forties, "and they'll be gone in 15 minutes."

He opened his mouth to reply, but I cut him off.

"Dude, it's not three strikes and you're out. Fucking move now or I'll have you bounced."

He looked super pissed, but he moved, and got out his phone to start texting Susan, apparently. I moved on.

"Suki!" I yelled, smiling, "Suki's friend. What are you guys drinking?"

I got them their drinks and worked the line. I took over more of it because Tamera was getting slammed by a big party at the end and I was essentially dancing back-and-forth.

Suki raised her hand and I finished with what I was doing and came over.

"I'm gonna be beat tonight. This is so much more fun than I remembered. What's up, girl?"

"I was talking to my friend here and he was wondering if you wanted to keep us company later," she said and opened her eyes wide and smiled.

I laughed.

"Oh my God, I will definitely need to shower. I've got all my clothes with me so that won't be a problem. Just text me and I'll stop by."

I smiled at the guy and he looked nervous, but not in a creepy way. I remembered that. Some of the men had been almost gentle and kind. He looked like that.

"Hey," I yelled at him, "I'm Hayden, what's your name?"

He said something, but it was so low I couldn't hear it so I jumped up and put my hands on the bar and leaned forward and sort of kicked my legs up. The way I curved my back I know it made my ass look great.

"I'm Robert," he said, and I smiled.

"Come closer Robert, I don't bite unless you want me to." I said and he came closer. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and then bounced back. I had at least five people waiting, so I waved at them and went back to work.

At 12:30 I heard Tamera yell last call so I took up the call myself. One group was trying to decide and I had other people to get to.

"If you take too long, it's just tequila shots. Sorry that's the rule," I said, and they laughed and gave me a thumbs up. I lined up the glasses on the bar and dropped a bowl of limes and then did a heavy pour.

We got everything going and at 12:55 the music cut out and the lights flashed. They came back on in a rainbow pattern. The two huge screens and all of the TVs started playing the Wizard of Oz.

It was the scene where the good witch told Dorothy she could go home at any time. Everyone was quiet except for the people that knew the lines. I had been there for this before. They did this every night at close.

When Dorothy started clicking her heels together, everyone screamed there's no place like home along with her. Then the screens darkened and a picture of Susan appeared, pointing toward the door and holding up the middle finger with her other hand.

Most of the crowd had been here for closing time before. They were the ones that were screaming fuck off almost immediately.

I knew what was coming next. Wayne County and the Electric Chairs, a 1970s punk band led by one of the first mainstream transgender singers, started playing their song Fuck Off. I got to work cleaning up as quickly as I could. The full title of the song was If You Don't Want to Fuck Me Fuck Off and a lot of the people knew all the words.

It was a fun ritual, much better than playing that awful Closing Time song. And the place really started bouncing with the exuberance of the crowd that was left.

I saw Susan coming towards me through the crowd. She leaned over the bar and shouted something to me. I got closer.

"Come on out so we can push these fuckers out the door," she said, and signaled to go to the other end of the bar.

We lined up the staff that were still there and as soon as the song ended, we started yelling fuck off and corralling people out the front door. It was a fun tradition that I had only ever experienced from the other side. Now that I was one of the "Cowboys" herding the cattle out the door I saw its genius.

Everyone saw it as part of the process and left. A bunch of people were even mooing like cattle, which didn't happen every time. But the sensation when you were in the crowd made you feel like you were in some kind of cattle drive.

The place cleared out in minutes. I turned to go back to the bar and Susan waved me down.

"Check the bathrooms," she said, and I nodded.

There was a guy trying to piss in the men's room. He was drunk off his ass with his pants down around his ankles. I walked in and he just stared at me.

"This is the men's room, get the fuck out," he said, and I shook my head. How was I gonna do this without getting piss on me?

"Sorry, buddy, time to fuck off." I said

He looked like I had pissed on his cereal and told him it was milk.

"Da fuck you say! I missed Dorothy?" he managed to say.

"Yep, now it's time to fly away just like she did," I said, and pointed out the bathroom door, "fuck off."

He laughed, and bent over to pull up his pants. He banged his head pretty hard into the urinal, but didn't fall down. I didn't know how he stayed on his feet, but he danced around with his pants clinging to his ankles.

"I can't do it," he said, and I thought about Suki waiting for me.

"Hold on, "I said, and went over and bent down and started pulling his pants up. When they were up to his upper thighs, I stopped and looked up at him.

"Hey, you could take it from here," I said, and he reached down and grabbed them.

I waited as he buckled his pants and then he looked at me.

"You know the song, time to fuck off," I said, and he sort of weaved back-and-forth as only a drunk person can.

"I know the song. But I definitely WOULD fuck you."

The classic parry. I'm sure the employees here heard it all the time.

"Not tonight, I'm headed to a threesome with an old friend and a guy with a lot of money so you really need to fuck off now," I said because sometimes the truth was the best medicine.

He started laughing and walking towards the door. I watched him as he stumbled towards the front.

"Pita, you got that guy?" I said, and the Samoan doorman waved.

I went into the women's room and thankfully, it was empty.

Susan was escorting a couple of people out when I got out of the bathroom and I followed her. She locked the door behind them and turned to me.

"Listen, consider your probationary period over. You fucking kicked ass today and I'm going to pay you in cash for it. There's no way my accountant will have you set up in time for payroll. I will get on them tomorrow though. Speaking of tomorrow, I'm just going to send everyone home. Can you come in around two and help with the cleanup and then work the shift? It's usually slow, and Tamera will be here so you can ask questions and really get a feel for the place."

I had some alarm bells going off. I was concerned about her paying me cash.

"OK, but how will that work? I know you guys split tips. Mark said he wouldn't take any but I don't wanna screw anyone. And I'm not sure if you can resolve it tonight."

I didn't want to leave here without something substantial. I think she understood what I was saying because the next thing she said made me feel better.

"No, I'll show you how to close out and we'll do that tonight. Then I'll just give you cash for what you would've taken home anyway. Normally credit card tips come on your next paycheck, but I'll work it out on my end."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I texted Suki while I waited for Susan to come back.

"Should be finishing up soon. Is your guy still interested?"

She replied immediately.

"He's committed to waiting," she texted and I sent a thumbs up.

The point of sales system worked in two parts. The first one was counting out the drawer, and then the system did a master close from one of the stations.

It took about 20 minutes, and she showed me as she went. It was complicated and something the manager normally did, but she walked me through it, and showed me the bank bag to put everything in.

Then she took everything and went back to the office. I started cleaning up a little and stacking things to do for the next day. The bar back was cleaning near me.

"Damn somebody cleaned these mats." He said, pointing at the floor mats behind the bar.

"Yeah, I got it this afternoon, I was here early." I said.

"Fucking-A new girl. That's awesome. Now I don't have to do it tomorrow."

I thought his name was Rocky, but I wasn't sure

"No problem. I think we're coming back tomorrow to clean up."

"Yeah, but Susan's my ride tonight so I'm getting a headstart."

Susan motioned for me to come around to the floor. I started but she stopped me.

"Grab your bag. I'll show you where the employee lockers are tomorrow."

We sat down and I was holding my ridiculous costume spear. She looked at it and snorted.

"Did you use that tonight? It felt like it. You had those animals tamed. You did great. And here, I took care of Tamera and the bar back. The rest is yours. I also gave you some extra for the stuff you did beforehand. I really appreciate it. Are we good for tomorrow?"

I took the stack of cash which felt remarkably thick and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm available." I said and laughed. "Is this OK, what I wore? I can get more girly."

"Listen, get as girly as you want. If they want to fuck you, they will tip you extra if you flirt with them. I would just avoid actually having sex with any of them."

"Susan, can I leave the spear here? I'm couch surfing right now, so it's kind of annoying to carry around. I'll get it out of here when I sort out a place to stay."

She gave me a thumbs up, and her phone rang. She swore, picked it up, and waved to me to go.

I took the money and got up. Suki had sent me her address and it was really close. I stopped and looked at the wad of cash and then at my suitcase. This was pretty much everything I owned and a serious chunk of money, at least $1000.

I texted Suki

"I need to get a rideshare. I'm getting it now. Be there soon."

She sent back an audio recording. It was spicy.

There was music on in the background and then her voice came on talking to someone else.

"She's coming. She's gonna stick that dick in your mouth and fuck your face while I fuck your ass with this big, fat, dildo. What do you have to say about that?"

I heard muffled noises like someone trying to talk with a gag in their mouth.

Suki laughed and did something.

"That's better, now she can hear you," she said.

"Yes, mistress. Please mistress. Please ask her to hurry."

I heard a loud slap sound, and the man groaned.

"Oh poor baby doesn't like my riding crop? Maybe she should take her time."

Then I heard a series of loud slapping noises and the man groaned and pleaded for her to stop.

The voice recording ended, and I laughed. It was typical. He was no doubt some straight guy from the suburbs. I wasn't surprised. They either wanted to demean and abuse us or be the victim themselves.

My ride showed up. It was barely four or five blocks so it wouldn't be that good of a ride and it was 1:30 in the morning. I handed him a twenty when I got in, apologizing for the short ride. He smiled and took the bill.

When I got there, I texted her and she buzzed me into her apartment building. I passed an old guy that looked like he was leaving for work and smiled.

It was always interesting to see people going about their lives.

She let me in and hugged me, and I put my stuff down.

"Hey, let me get cleaned up. I've been running like crazy for almost 12 hours."

"No, that's even better. He wants you just like you are."

"That's gross. But OK. But hey, what do you need me to do? Do you want me to be a sub? Or am I a domme as well?"

She took her time and thought about it.

"No, you should be a boss bitch. And he's paying an extra 500 to give you a blow job. So just walk in there and do whatever the fuck you want as long as you end up coming on his face. Also, leave any impact play to me. He's been coming to me for a while so I know what he can take."

"Hey Suki, if they ever got therapy..." I said, leaving the statement open.

"We'd all be out of business." She replied, and we both laughed. "Hey, did you want a boner pill? I remember you needed them because Hristo had you on hormones."

"Yeah, just to be safe. I don't really like to top guys, so I'll just look at you while I fuck his face and let the pill do its work."

My stomach rumbled. She noticed and gave me a look. She grabbed a pill bottle off the counter and shook one out into her palm and offered it.

"What was that? You're not eating?"

"No, it's all good, but I'm starving."

"Go ahead and have some of the pasta in the fridge. Rigatoni in vodka sauce. I'll get him warmed up."

I smiled and thanked her, and she gave me a salute and went into the bedroom. When she opened the door, I saw a man strapped to a cushioned bondage bench with a massive ball gag in his mouth and a blindfold on.

"How about we try some electrostimulation while Bunny gets ready? Would that be nice?" She said and shut the door.

I ate the pasta cold. It probably would have been better warmed up, but I didn't care. It was fucking delicious. I drank a big glass of water and then went to the bathroom. I peed, but I didn't shake my dick. I thought it might be better for the guy if it was a little moist.

I could hear him through the door, yelling into his ball gag. I thought of the times when we would get to do that. It was like a little vacation for us. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Look who's here," Suki said, and took her hand off of the guy's balls. She was wearing a kind of glove with little glass fingertips. It was some kind of electrical shock device, purpose made for playing around, so probably not dangerous.

"Who is this little bitch? Or maybe I'll just call him bitch. I hear he's hungry. Haven't you been feeding him?" I said.

"Well, yes, but I keep trying to shove things up his ass, and he can't digest them," she said

The look on the guy's face was one of deep and clear anticipation. I took a deep breath and let it out. I had seen some version of that face on thousands of men.

"Well let's get him some nutrition. OK, bitch, I'm gonna take this gag out and you aren't going to say a word. You have three rules. The first rule is that I'm not gonna feel your teeth. If I do, bad things will happen. Rule number two you will suck on my cock. None of this letting it slide in and out of your mouth. You better suck on it and maybe use a little tongue. And number three, I am going to come down your throat, and you are gonna swallow it. Nod your head if you understand"

Suki smiled at me from behind him, and he nodded as much as he could. Bouncing his head up and down.

"OK, bitch, I'm sure Suki will have a little present for you as well."

I popped off the ball gag and he panted, trying to catch his breath. I pulled up my dress and started thinking about going down on Suki, rubbing myself through my panties.

Suki was pulling on her strapon harness. I looked at the tool she had attached and raised my eyes at her. It was big.

She made a dismissive gesture at me and I laughed. Then I stepped forward and started rubbing my crotch on his face, gripping his hair with both hands. He moaned as I pressed my satin clad genitals into his face, mashing them into his eye sockets and nose.

Suki made an expression that asked me what the fuck I was doing without actually saying the words. I stuck my tongue out at her and crossed my eyes. She almost fell over covering up her mouth so Robert couldn't hear her laugh.

I found myself getting a little aroused, looking at her. We had shared johns tons of times, and usually shared a bed to sleep. Hristo didn't give us our own beds.

"OK, bitch, let's see what you can do." I pulled my panties aside and my cock flopped out. I couldn't smell myself so I guess I wasn't that sweaty.

"Why don't you start with the balls. I was on my feet all night so I'm sure they're good and salty. Let's see your tongue."

He grunted as he stuck his tongue out as far as he could. I pulled his head back and mounted his face, my cock running up next to his nose and onto his forehead. He started licking at my balls, and it was almost too ticklish for me to go on.

I started making the craziest faces to try to keep from laughing, and that sent Suki into another tailspin. I let go of his hair with one hand and shushed her with my finger. I could hear her and I didn't want to ruin this guy's session. The ticklish sensation got under control and I had a thought. I tried to mouth a question to her.

"What about my ass?"

She gave me a confused look. She didn't get it. I tried again and the same result so I decided to try something else. He started to suck my balls, and it felt pretty good.

"Oh, I like that bitch. Good, good. Use your tongue while they're in there." I said and then I tried to ask Suki in another way. "Do you think he deserves to lick my ass? I feel like maybe he hasn't done enough to earn it."

He paused for a moment, but then kept on sucking on my balls.

"Don't know, let's ask him," she said, and I gave her a thumbs up. She understood what I was asking.

"Bitch, you deserve to lick my asshole?" I asked, and he stopped sucking on my balls and let them fall out.

"I've been so good mistress. Yes."

"Bitch I'm not your mistress, you don't get to call me that. You don't get to call me anything. But here. Lick my ass." I said, and turned around, pulled down my panties, spread my cheeks, and jammed my ass into his face. I felt his tongue on my perineum and slipped down to help him line up with my asshole.

The worst part about it was that I couldn't see Suki's expression. The best part about it was some guy was paying me 500 bucks to lick my ass. He really went to town. No one had done it since my last boyfriend before Ryley. He loved eating my ass. I missed it.

"Good bitch, you are good at that. Keep going." I said, and at that moment, Suki started pushing her strapon into his ass. He moaned and whined and stopped licking me.

"Don't stop licking me, bitch." I said, and smothered his face with my ass.

"Yeah, I've warmed him up all night. This shouldn't be a problem," she said.

She pushed some more and a little bell rang. She backed out, I could tell because of the sounds he made that it was too much.

The bell must be his safe word. It was no doubt in one of his hands. He started licking again, and Suki must have done something different because pretty soon she was sliding into him. He would grunt every time and the pressure would push him forward into my ass.

I was getting aroused, thinking about Suki playing with me instead. I laughed.

"That feels so good bitch, but I know you're hungry. Here, try some of this," I said, and turned around and fed my cock into his open mouth.

He slurped it up like he was starving. I'm not particularly well endowed; he could handle the whole thing easily. I could feel the back of his throat when I was all the way in.

I looked at Suki and blew her a kiss. She rolled her eyes at me and blew one back and I held up my fingers in a V and put my tongue between them and then pointed at her. I raised my eyebrows to ask her if she was interested.

She laughed out loud and then smacked his ass to cover it.

"Good boy," she said, and she was absolutely hammering him. He was doing a pretty good job of sucking on me as well. I found that most men could do it because they had a dick and knew what they liked. They just needed to be motivated.

I focused more on him and closed my eyes and thought about having sex with Suki. We had done it more than a few times back in the day. You think we wouldn't want to, but it was kind of currency to us. We were kind and supportive to one another and the only way we knew how to pay back a kindness was with sex, usually oral.

I thought about one time when we had our version of a long weekend. It was during the pandemic and he wasn't sure what to do with us so we just stayed in a motel for three days.

It had been the happiest three days of my life up to that point.

Thinking about that, I fucked the guy's face harder and started moaning myself. It was funny, when the orgasms come, they don't always announce themselves. This was like that. One second I was just sliding in and out of him and then the next second I had my cock very deep and I was shooting cum directly down his throat.

He was coughing and gagging, but not moving around or using his teeth and he overcame it and took all of my seed. When I was done, I smiled at Suki and pulled out of him. It was not the best orgasm, but I'm sure Robert was happy.

I stepped back and stretched, and he was now moaning as he got fucked. I put his gag back in, and he wiggled his mouth like a baby reaching for a nipple when I had touched his lips with it.

"He was a very good boy. Shall I give him a reward? Does he need a milking?" I asked.

I didn't mind jerking him off. He seemed nice at the bar and I wanted to give him a good experience for Suki's sake.

"Yeah, that would be very kind of you," she said, and used her head to direct me to a side table with gloves.

I popped on a pair of gloves and squatted down. I used Suki's leg for balance and smiled up at her. She smiled down at me as she thrust in and out of the man. I reached up and found his cock.

I started stroking it in time with her thrusts. He started moaning into his gag even louder, and I laughed as I stroked faster. He started vocalizing into his gag, and Suki started fucking him hard harder and harder

"What a good boy. Come for Bunny, if you're really good, she will feed it to you." Suki said.

He grunted loudly, and I whipped my other hand underneath the head of his cock, and he spurted his cum into it. We kept going until he had stopped, and then Suki pushed in one more time, and I sat back.

"Good boy," she said as she unbuckled her strap on and left it in him. She used the straps to secure it to the bench.

Then she went around and took the gag out and motioned to me

I came around and held my hand down and he licked the palm of my glove hand clean.

"Good boy. Do you want a little rest time?" She asked.

"Yes, mistress," he whispered, and I took the gloves off as Suki laid a sheet over him. It was like she was covering a piece of furniture with a dust cover.

We left the room and she dimmed the lights and closed the door.

I turned to her and smiled.

"Just like old times," I whispered, and she smiled and then hugged me.

"No, not like old times. Now it's just us." she said.