Date: Sat, 1 Jan 2005 01:46:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Marcia Fredricks <marcia_fredricks@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natalie's Business Chapter 4 - Decision

	It had been an exhilarating night. Home in Natalie's apartment, I
stumbled into bed and fell into a stopper-like sleep. My dreams were
unsettling. They were exciting but they also repulsed me and when I woke, I
lay in bed pondering their validity. I wanted to question Natalie but she
was sleeping so peacefully, I let her he be. Instead, I replayed my
memories of the previous night.

	I remembered money being passed to Natalie. Lots of money. Money
from Gilbert and Ray, and from Steve and Ben. There was also money from
Frank as we were leaving. I wanted to ignore my fears. Were we paid for
sex? I fought the thought. I tried to banish it from my mind. Was I a
whore?

	I was nearly in tears when realized Natalie was awake. She was
watching me. I tried to hide my face. I reached for a tissue but she
stopped me. She quieted my sobs with a piercing affectionate look and
leaned her face toward mine. She slowly slipped her tongue to my cheek and
licked my tears. She kissed me as tenderly as a mother kisses a baby and
asked me to wait a moment before saying anything. I nodded and she stepped
across the room to her purse. She carried it back to bed and lifted out a
wad of cash. She counted out some amount, I don't know how much, and held
it out to me. I wanted to spit on it.

	"So it's true?" I asked starting to sniffle again.

	"Yes."

	"I'm a whore?"

	"No," she answered sternly. "No one paid you for anything. I'm
sharing my money with you because you deserve it. What you did, you did for
pleasure and that's never selling yourself."

	I broke down crying again. Natalie didn't try to stop me so I cried
for a few minutes.

	"Are you my pimp?" I asked.

	"That's a harsh way of thinking," she said as she began to lay out
the situation. "I do manage a string of T-girls. And I do get paid for my
services. That's where I go every morning. I meet my girls and they give me
my share of their earnings"

	"How much is your share?"

	"Fifty percent if I set up the date, twenty if it's their own
client."

	She held out the money again.

	"That's what you earned last night. It includes a share of Frank's
liquor sales. When anyone buys us drinks, Frank gives us a percentage."

	I hesitated.

	"Take it," Natalie said. "I know you need it."

	"How much is there?"

	"Four hundred dollars."

	I didn't feel good about it but I took the money.

	"I know this is a shock," Natalie continued. "At this stage I
always give my girls a chance to back our."

	"You've done this before?"

	"Of course," she said, surprised by the question. I find all my
girls this way. Most men are very willing to become women if you present it
the right way."

	She went on to explain that I wasn't yet ready to join her stable
but she knew that with another week of training I would be the star of her
group. But before she would spend another week with me, she wanted me to be
sure. I had to go home and think things over. Leave her, and return to my
old life. If I wanted to return, she would be waiting for me. She already
had my male clothes in a shopping bag by the door. She said I should take
them and anything else I wanted. Go home and make up my mind to continue or
not.

	I arrived at the apartment I shared with Tommy with the shopping
bag of my male clothes and a small valise with the things Natalie had
bought for me. I also had the $400 in my purse. I knocked on the door even
though Tommy was expecting me.  I had called and told him I was returning
home with a surprise.

	After the door swung open, Terry stood motionless. He knew it was
me but he couldn't speak. He stared in disbelief. I was wearing a Boucle'
gray tweed suit. The one- button top had a low cut V-neck line with pleated
trim at the cuffs. The skirt was back zipped with a ruffled hem. It was
above my knees, about mid-thigh, showing off my legs. On my feet were my
favorite red five-inch heels. I know I looked fantastic; more sexy and
feminine that 95% of all the women I saw from the taxi window as I rode
over.

	I think Terry's brain just could not process the fact that in only
one week his cousin had somehow become a hot woman. The way he looked at
me, almost drooling with his mouth open, he seemed to look as if he were
ready to turn hetero. We might still have been standing there if Jay hadn't
shouted from the other room.

	"Is that Marshall?"

	"Yes," Terry responded in a disembodied voice, not really sure.

	"Can I come in?" I asked after another moment of silence had
passed.

	Terry still didn't respond. He just backed away from the door
absent-mindedly. I dropped my packages in my bedroom and stepped into the
living room.

	"Hi Jay," I said in Marcia's voice.

	"Holy shit!" was Jay's greeting to me.

	It was at least twenty minutes before Jay and Terry could speak
coherently. By then, they were seated on the sofa and I was opposite them
in a cushiony chair. My hands were in my lap and my legs were crossed and
pressed together at the knees. My ankles had a slight twist so that, my
heels were on the flat on the floor side by side and under my ass. I sat up
straight as a ramrod. Except for the fact that my skirt was very short and
rode up nearly to my crotch, I must have looked like a very demure and
proper woman. It amused me that they continued to stare. Their eyes never
stopped going over me. First my legs, then my tits, my face and hair - each
in turn. Then they would start over again in the other direction from the
top to the bottom.

I finally became tired of their "wows" and "oh, my gods", I started the
story. I told them everything that had happened after they left me in the
bar. Suddenly their brains began working and they were full of questions. I
answered every one. Including the big one.

"Yes," I admitted after think about it for a long time. "I did enjoy
dressing this way. I did enjoy pleasing Natalie and the men that I had sex
with. Yes. I did like being a woman."

They were both supportive, and being gay, neither one thought it odd that I
would like sucking cock or being fucked up the ass. They would approve of
whatever my decision was.

After a while Jay had to leave and we hugged good-bye more tenderly than we
had ever before. Going out the door, Jay passed Terry's boyfriend Phil
coming in. After the initial shock wore off, Phil opened a bottle of wine
and as we drank it, I felt him leering at me. Terry seemed oblivious as he
polished off the lion's share of the wine. The stares from Phil reminded me
of the ogling that had gone on at Frank's club. It was kind of exciting
that Phil was interested in me but I was uncomfortable with it going on
while Terry was there. I finally excused myself and went to my room. I
undressed, and although I had all my male clothes available and nearby in
my closet, I chose to wear a black baby doll that I brought from Natalie's.

I suppose I knew what was going to happen and wearing the negligee was how
I subconsciously gave in to the desire.  The apartment had been quite for
several hours but I hadn't slept at all. I was waiting for Phil. I knew he
would come for me. Sure enough, I heard a sound at my door and then watched
as it slowly open. Phil closed the door gently behind him and moved to the
edge of my bed within a foot of my face. He was naked and the musky smell
his crotch filled my nose and excited me.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "What are you wearing?"

"I put on my sexy lingerie for you lover." I purred as I cupped his cock in
my hand.

Phil gasped and stood motionless while I teased his cock to an
erection. Soon he lowered himself on top of me and we kissed deeply. We
inhaled each others tongues while his cock pressed against me. He asked if
he could suck on my clit. The thought sent shivers through my body.

"You can suck on anything you please," I answered.

Phil kissed his way down my body stopping at my tits. He pushed the nightie
aside and attacked my nipples with his tongue. They were very sensitive and
I squirmed under his touch. Soon, his mouth was moving down again and he
was guiding the hem of the baby-doll above my crotch. The sheer material
tickled my cock and it jerked involuntarily. Phil slid both hands, palms
up, under my ass, cupping my cheeks. My cock was stiff as a board and
pointed at his mouth. Phil is large, about six foot and very muscular. I
felt his arms tighten and I began to rise. He was lifting me off the bed -
ass first. He was so strong that he easily lifted me. My back arched and my
pelvis continued rising. My cock moved closer his mouth. I felt helpless
but completely comfortable with his power.

 I was in the air. I imagined myself being served on a platter. When Phil
swallowed my cock, I came instantly. He continued sucking me while he held
me in the air. My body bucked and spasmed as Phil vacuumed every ounce of
cum from my dick. When he lowered me, he gently turned me onto my stomach
and pushed my legs apart with his hands. He needn't have bothered. I
happily spread my legs anticipating what would come next. I was not
disappointed. Phil plunged his cum soaked tongue into my ass. I gasped, as
he forced my own cum into me. He licked huge swaths of cum up and down my
crack and behind my balls. By the time his prick was pressing against my
hole I was aching to be fucked.

He plunged easily into me and began pumping furiously. I rocked and
shimmied wanting to feel it all. I didn't want to miss even one inch of his
shaft. Phil was large and strong. His strength was amazing. He lifted and
spun me in any direction he desired. He bounced me up and down on his cock
like I was a toy.

Soon he was cumming. His cock grew to an amazing size and pulsed wildly. He
drove it deep into me and pushed his crotch forward while pulling me back
against him. I came again.

We must have passed out because it was light when Terry came into the
room. Phil was still lying on top of me, his morning wood still deep in my
ass.

"Get out you slut!" Terry shrieked. "Get out of my house you slut!"

Terry started slapping Phil's back. Phil quickly jumped off me leaving me
empty, but not sorry for what we had done. Terry kept yelling and slapping
at Phil until Phil lost his temper and punched Terry knocking him down. He
cursed, stepped over Terry and strode into their bedroom. Terry rose and
looked at me disgustedly.

"I want you out of here," he said as he sheepishly followed Phil out.

I closed the door and began dressing in the sexiest outfit I had.

I closed the apartment door behind me knowing that I was closing the door
on my old life. I had made up my mind to live as a woman no matter what
terms Natalie demanded. I was in a cab heading back to Natalie when I
realized that I had known it all along. I loved being an attractive
woman. That was why I had flirted with Phil; why I enticed him into my
bed. I wanted men to desire me. I liked using the power of sex as I
pleased. It didn't matter that men were stronger or richer. I could control
them with sex. I could make them cheat on their lovers or even betray they
own morals. That was why I had stolen my cousin's boyfriend.

Natalie wasn't surprised to see me.

"They all come back," she said.

She warned me that we had much work to do before I went out on my own. We
practiced dressing, make-up, walking, talking, and all the other womanly
arts for the rest of the week. I sucked Natalie and she fucked me
often. She put butt plugs in my ass. They grew larger and larger. She left
them there nearly all the time. She said she was training me for the really
big cocks. When I told her I couldn't wait to have my first really big
cock, she smiled.

Soon the big night arrived. She called it my graduation. We stood in her
closet and Natalie told me to pick anything I liked. I think she was
surprised because I didn't hesitate. I knew the dress I wanted. I had seen
it before and promised myself that I would wear it if I had the chance. It
was sunflower yellow, made of stretch polyester and there were two holes
cut in the sides to expose the hips and lower back. Red trim with dangling
ties outlined the cutouts. The neckline was modest but the hem was short
and slit very high. The combination of showing hip and thigh was deadly but
it meant that I couldn't wear a garter belt because it would show through
the cutouts. Natalie solved that problem by giving me a pair of elastic top
thigh-high stockings. When I had slid them up my leg, they stayed snug
around my thigh, hanging by themselves, two inches below my balls.

For shoes I chose a pair of strappy sandals with four-inch heels. I felt
wonderful when I stepped into them, taller, sexier and ready for action. I
stood and watched Natalie dress. I was green with envy when slipped on her
pink bra with matching panties and garter belt. I craved to wear that
garter with the lace and small-embroidered red flowers. I seriously
considered changing my dress because I was so in love with the image of
smooth sexy legs encased in stockings held up by garter straps with
matching panties hiding a cock under their silky fabric. Being so fickle
about my outfit made realize I was getting more like a woman every day.

Natalie slipped pink leather stilettos onto her feet before stepping into a
pink dress reminiscent of Cyd Charise in a Fred Astair movie. It was
chiffon and seemed to float on the air. When she spun, the dress twirled
and the hem rose above her crotch, like Marilyn Monroe's dress being blown
up by the passing subway train. The neck was cut in a deep V and the
ultra-thin material layered the edges. The waist was tight but ripples of
chiffon gave an illusion of a cushiony softness. She circled a string of
pearls around her neck and was done. The sexiest, softest, and most
alluring vision of pure beauty I'd seen in all my years. To look at her,
was to understand that a beautiful woman can be soft, kind and gentle, yet
at the same time she knows what men want and she wants to give it; but
above all, she has to look pure no matter what.

	"I think we should comb out your hair," Natalie said. "I think it's
long enough. You shouldn't need the wig anymore."

	As I pulled off the wig, Natalie grabbed a brush and began running
it through my hair.

	"Yes, it's going to be perfect."

	She had me take off the dress again and she washed my hair in the
sink. She blew it dry and brought me a hand held mirror. My hair was still
quite short, but it was cute. She had gelled it and combed it straight
back. It looked like a women's version of a boy's haircut. I couldn't make
up my mind.

	"I think I'd rather wear the wig," I said.

	"Don't be silly. You look lovely. And besides, this is much more
appropriate for where we're going tonight."

	I looked at myself again and considered my new look.

	"OK," I said. "A new look for a new life."

	An hour later we were at a new club in the East Village. It was
much different crowd than Frank's. The room was cramped and dark. The bar
was old and the tables and chairs were cheap; like they had come second
hand from a cafeteria. There was a 20-foot dance floor that was raised one
step above the worn linoleum floor. It was noisy with the sound of disco
music and yelling voices. There was a single dancer doing a sexy shimmy on
the raised floor. Butch women in short haircuts and black leather
surrounded her. They were shouting at her and holding out dollar bills. The
woman was dressed in panties, bra, stockings and high heels. Her tits were
huge and she often bent forward to allow the cheering women to stuff the
bills between her tits or into her stockings or panties. It was like every
titty bar I had ever been in, except here the sex crazed audience was
women, and they were egging on another woman.

	Natalie and I started across the room. Natalie nodded to the
bartender, a woman over six feet tall wearing a black Harley Davidson tee
shirt and black chinos. She was pretty but her hair was short and the
muscles in her arms bulged. She stared at me as we passed. The hooting
women noticed too and stared. Natalie and I were by far the most feminine
girls in the place and I felt excited but also a bit afraid. Most of those
girls were well muscled and could have done just about anything to me that
they wanted to.

	Natalie paid no attention. She led me to a seat right at the edge
of the dance floor. There was a rail about three feet high between it and
us. It wasn't strong enough or high enough to keep any one from falling off
the dance floor, but if you were dancing and brushed against it, it would
warn you that the edge was near.

	Before we had sat down the shouting picked up again and the dancer
responded by vigorously shaking her tits and ass. It drove the girls
wild. I noticed there were several women sitting quietly at tables in back
away from the dance floor. Must be the girl friends of the ones who are
getting worked up by the dancer, I thought to myself.

	Movement brought my attention back to the dancer. She was coming
closer to us and soon was just across the rail. She bent down so we could
slip a dollar between her tits I thought, but instead she leaned in and
Natalie kissed her long and deep on the mouth. This really made the
audience go nuts. Then she leaned toward me.

	"Kiss her," Natalie ordered.

	I did and cheers filled the room.

	She spoke to me, "My name's Cyn."

	"I'm Marcia," I answered.

	Cyn leaned back and lifted her leg until she had hooked the high
heel of her right shoe on the rail. Her legs were spread, giving Natalie
and I a close view of her crotch. Just as I noticed the bulge and realized
that Cyn was one of us, she pushed her panties aside and withdrew her cock
from some sort of sling, which had held it tight between her legs. Released
from its prison, Cyn's cock sprang from between her legs. It was large and
erect and Natalie quickly swallowed it. She sucked it briefly to the cheers
of the crowd and then looked at me as she let it slip out of her mouth.

	"Suck," she said.

	I looked at the cock, at Cyn, and at the audience. I even noticed
the bartender looking on anxiously.

	"Suck it," Natalie said again.

	I opened my mouth and moved my head toward Cyn's cock. I closed my
eyes as I wrapped my lips around her shaft and lost myself in the familiar
salty musk taste. The cheers swelled and in a moment I was sucking Cyn's
rock-hard cock as if on a stage. When I opened my eyes, the room was in
frenzy. The girls were practically throwing their money onto the
stage. They were licking their lips, shouting, and looking very
horny. Cyn's was nearing an orgasm and the cheers became one.

	"Cum, cum, cum," they chanted louder and louder.

	The noise was deafening and it turned me on. I sucked and rubbed
her ball and when I felt Cyn about to blow, I forced her as far down my
throat as I could. It felt like she was shooting her load straight into my
stomach.

	I had never heard such loud screaming. There was even
applause. Cyn's knees had buckled and she had nearly fallen over. She
recovered and started picking up money from the floor.

	"Now you suck Marcia," Natalie's voice boomed.

	Cyn looked surprised and a little bit hurt but she got ready to do
as Natalie had commanded.

	"Sit back and spread your legs," she said to me.

	I did and Natalie pushed my dress up over my crotch. There was more
cheering from the girls when my erect cock appeared.

	Cyn began to climb down from the dance for but Natalie stopped her.

	"Stay up there."

	Cyn squatted and leaned toward me.

	"No," Natalie said. "Bend at the waist. Keep your ass up."

	It took Cyn a minute but then she understood. She placed her hands
on the rail and bending at the waist, lowered her mouth onto my cock. The
women in the room cheered and I nearly lost it. Natalie saw how close I was
to cumming and pinched me. The tweak snapped me back to some form of
reality and with great concentration, I was able to prevent myself from
spurting. When I was under control again, Natalie leaned close and kissed
me passionately. At the same time, she fondled my breasts. I put my arms
around her neck and sucked on her tongue. It was an amazing turn-on to have
my cock deep in Cyn's mouth while Natalie's tongue was down my throat.

	Natalie stood and brushed my shoulders as she passed behind me. I
watched her step onto the stage and place her hands on Cyn's hips. Natalie
pulled her crotch against Cyn's ass and moved in a very suggestive rhythm.

	"Fuck her, fuck her," a woman shouted from the audience. Soon it
became a chant picked up by the whole crowd.

	Natalie, mimed fucking Cyn's ass and the women yelled even
louder. She rotated her hips and thrust toward Cyn's ass. She did a small
dance exactly like a stripper. All her movements were slow and deliberate
and very suggestive. She slipped two fingers into the waistband of Cyn's
panties. Cyn wiggled her ass, which helped Natalie get the panties
down. Natalie squatted as she lowered them all the way to the floor. When
she stood again, she licked up Cyn's body from her calf to her ass. The
women were beside themselves.

	"Fuck her, fuck her."

	Natalie surveyed the crowd. She lifted her dress and hefted her
cock out of her panties.

	"You want me to fuck her?" she shouted to the crazed crowd.

	"Yes," they answered in unison. "Fuck her."

	"Then lets see some green," Natalie challenged.

	I never saw so much money fly through the air. It fluttered all
around the room. Crumpled wads of cash bounced off Cyn and Natalie.

	"Alright," she said. "You've got it."

	I don't know what was preventing me from cumming. I think I was too
mesmerized by the show Natalie was putting on. She licked Cyn's ass to prep
her and then plunged her cock in up to the hilt. The force of the thrust
pushed Cyn into me but she never lost her cock-sucking rhythm. As Natalie
pounded at her ass, I could hear Cyn start to moan. She was loud enough to
hear over the chaotic crowd.

	I don't know who came first. All I do know is, I shot my load into
Cyn's mouth and grunted like a wild animal. Seconds later, Cyn screamed and
I felt her body shudder. When I looked past her, Natalie was still pumping
her ass and waving her hand over her head like a rodeo bull rider. She was
slapping Cyn's ass and whooping giddily when she finally came. A huge smile
grew on Cyn's face and she kissed me like a sister would.

	"Natalie is the best fuck I ever had," she whispered to me.

	Natalie walked to the edge of the stage and leaned over the rail
where Cyn and I were silently sharing the knowledge that we were both
completely and happily in Natalie's control.

	"Now it's time to make some real money," she told us. "Hand me my
purse."

	She strode back to center stage and the crowd erupted in wild
applause and cheers. She reached into her purse and pulled out two
dildoes. She held them over her head and shouted to the crowd.

	"Who want a piece of these two?"

	There was a stampede to the stage as women practically knocked each
other down to force their money on Natalie. She organized them into a
haphazard line and they paid whatever she asked for. Cyn and I were
watching from the side, a little afraid by the women's enthusiasm but also
very turned on by their desire for us.

	A young woman marched up to me after finishing doing business with
Natalie. In her hand she held a nine-inch dildo. She took my hand and led
me away. Her grip was powerful and she walked swiftly. I had trouble
keeping up in my high heel sandals. She was my height with small tits. Her
hair was dyed black and cut very short. She wore a black tee shirt, blue
jeans and work boots. As we neared a table in the back of the room, I
noticed a frail looking girl with long blond hair walking on a line to meet
us.

"Get on the table and spread your legs," the dark haired one said when we
reached the table.

It was a good solid table so I had no trouble. After she had pulled my
panties down she took a tube of KY from Blondie and smeared some onto the
dildo. Without any warm up, she lifted my ass with her left hand and
slipped the dildo into my hole. It was cold and I let out a small gasp. She
smiled and unhitched her pants.

"This is going to be good, Becka," she said to her friend. "You finger me
while I fuck this bitch."

Becka positioned herself and began rubbing her friend's clit while the dark
one worked the dildo in and out of my ass.

"I want to fuck you till you cum you bitch," she shouted at me. "I want to
hear you cum."

Becka was doing her job well. The girl began moaning

"I'm fucking him Becka. Look how I'm fucking him," She snorted.

What Becka saw was me nearing a climax. My cock was pointed at the
ceiling. It was a deep red color and it throbbed and twitched.

"I'm going to cum."

"I'm fucking him, I'm going to make him cum."

"I'm cumming," I screamed.

I spurted a small load and the dark girl came also. Becka kept working her
clit and the girl's body shuddered. I think it was subconscious, but she
kept pumping my ass keeping me writhing on the table.

When the girl had finished, she hitched up her pants and walked off without
a word. Becka followed her silently.

They couldn't have been gone for more than a few seconds, when another
woman, much larger, fat in fact, stepped between my legs. She grabbed the
dildo, which still inside my hole, and began to plunge it in and out. I
stared at her face while she fucked me. All I saw was anger. She was full
of hate. I suppose that men had mistreated her and that she hated them for
it. I could see she wasn't getting any physical pleasure from ramming the
didlo into me. But I'm sure she felt that she was getting back at every man
that had wronged her by mercilessly fucking my ass. She was a sexless beast
and there was no way I would ever get turned on by her so I decided to fake
it.

"Ohhhh, your cock is too big. It's too big. You're hurting me," I moaned
loudly.

"Take it all you fucking slut," she spit. "Shut your mouth while I fuck
you."

	I writhed, pretending that she was giving me the best fuck of my
life. I continued to act, torn between the pain and the pleasure and a grin
cracked her face. That was her thing. If she thought I couldn't help being
excited, in spite of the fear, she was happy. I finally faked and orgasm
and I made it as loud and over the top as I could.

	"Oh god, that was incredible," I confessed to her.

	She gave the dildo one last shove and sneered, "All you sluts love
it rough." Then she spun on her heels and walked off.

	Another woman stepped up almost instantly. Again the hair was
extremely short. She was very thin and had small tits. She wore a
skin-tight tube top and black leather pants with high heel boots over them
up to her knees.

	"Get on all fours," she ordered.

	I turned and lifted myself into a doggie position. She pushed my
dress over my ass and pushed in the dildo. She did it gently. So slowly,
the anticipation got me going again. And I heard her sigh.

	"Oooo yes. That's good isn't it baby?" she asked sweetly. "We like
that don't we?"

	I did like it and I pushed my ass back to meet her soft forward
thrusts.

	"Not too fast honey," she cooed. "I like to take my time with sweet
girls like you. I'm a big tease. I love to slide my big cock into a sweet
pussy like yours and feel how it makes you crazy. You love my big cock,
don't you sweet girl?"

	"Yes I do. I love your big cock inside me."

I wasn't lying. I was very turned on.

"My big cock is going to make you cum. You can't help it. My big cock is
too much for your sweet pussy."

I was feeling the orgasm building. I rocked myself forward and back, faster
and faster. Feeling my excitement, she shifted speeds. The dildo was still
moving slowly, but the strokes were strong and firm and deep. With the
completion of each forward push, when the dildo was as deep into my ass as
she could push it, she started to give it a twist. That sent me over the
edge.

"Is my sweet pussy ready to cum? Cum for me sweet girl."

I wanted to cum for her. I wanted to cum as never before. As it turned out,
it was the oddest orgasm of my life. There was no cum left in me. My cock
spasmed and twitched and my body shook, my asshole tightened and I felt the
dildo sliding in with more sensation than ever before. I humped it
wildly. I grunted and snorted in a frenzy with a mad tingling feeling
running over every inch of me. It was glorious. And then I collapsed, face
forward, with my ass in the air and the woman returned to the ultra slow,
rhythmic and gentle fucking motion that she had started me off with.

"Ohh, that's my sweet girl." was the last thing I heard before I crashed
into unconsciousness.