All around Club Femme the gossip was about the audition tomorrow night. Word had been leaked that The Agency would be in the club on Saturday looking for a few "good men". Any one of us would give up our manhood for a chance to join the agency, for most of us it meant a ticket to the kind of life a TV only dreamt of. My friends and I were giddy with the anticipation that we might actually get picked.

That Friday night, the night before the big night, the club was packed with sexy chicks who were all obviously strutting their stuff as a warm up for the next day. Club Femme is an exclusive club that only caters to transvestite and cross dressing males. They only accept the finest looking girls as clientele and the waiting list is as long as the thin, black line that runs up the back of my black nylons from my heel up to the dark band that encircles my smooth, white thigh. One reason that they can afford to be so exclusive is the sizable dues they charge their members, who gladly pay. So not only are the Club's patrons young and beautiful they are also well to do. Most of the members are up and coming lawyers and stockbrokers on Wall Street during the day, and panty clad sissies by night. Anyone on Wall Street who is into the TV scene knows about Club Femme and drools at the thought of what goes on inside.

I felt good as I made the rounds and chatted with friends. I was wearing very little, as usual, and I could feel the eyes of the other girls watching me as I flitted around the club. I was wearing a red lace, underwire bra under a sheer white blouse that had long sleeves with thick ruffles at the cuffs and at the plunging neckline, which did little to hide my bra. I wore a very short. pleated grey wool skirt which barely covered my hips and showed my butt to look it's best. I have been told that I have a very nicely shaped ass and so always try to take advantage of my best asset. Under my skirt I wore a red lace garter belt which held up my sheer blackline hose, and I wore a pure white panty with lace around the leg openings and waist. The panties were high cut and I had them resting comfortably on my hips. (I like to wear white panties to the club so that they show up clearly under the clubs many black lights.) On my feet were black patent leather pumps with four inch spike heels. To top off the outfit I wore a large curly red wig and meticulous makeup, right down to the thick, black false eyelashes. The choker around my neck, the bracelet on my wrist and the earrings, all in pearl, were the perfect accompaniment for the outfit. My friends said I looked like Peg Bundy, to which I looked horrified then with a wave of their hand and a roll of their eyes, they said. "Only much prettier, honey. Oh yes. Much prettier."

All of the employees at the club are very masculine looking homosexuals. Most of them are body builders. They all wear the same uniform. Tight black trousers held up by black suspenders, black sneakers and a black bow tie. It's obvious from the bulges in their slacks that they enjoy their job and I must admit I love to toy with them and get them all hot and hard, it really is fun to have such effect on men. The club rules are strictly enforced and state that no employees shall fraternize with the clientele and this rule extends to their personal life too. However the clientele are free to speak to and touch the staff in any way they desire. On this particular evening my friends and I were making one waiter's life an experience of excruciating frustration.

Inside the club I am part of a small cliché of girls and we are known as the bitches. All the other girls want to be part of our little group. But to get in you have to date, without being made, a member of one of New York city's pro sports teams. Hockey, Football, baseball or basketball, it doesn't matter, as long as he is on the roster and it is the elite pro league for the respective sport. So far only six of us have made the grade. (But that is another story, look for Making the Bithches soon.) On this night we were working on our waiter, his name was Rory.

Rory was six feet tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist and firm butt. He had large pecs which were highlighted by the suspenders. He had thick sandy blond hair parted on the side and steel blue eyes and a strong jaw. When he smiled his teeth were bright white and very straight. He was a total hunk. Every time he brought us our order we would all get close to him and fondle his firm butt and whisper desperate thoughts into his ear. By break-time he had a raging hard on that looked as though it would bust out of his fly at any moment. After his well needed break he was more at ease. Just thinking of this handsome guy jacking off in the can while he fantasized over our panty covered asses made me wish he was allowed to touch me.

Club Femme is a very private place where almost anything goes. It is the club dress code that: All patrons must wear very revealing clothing or wear their lingerie only, nudity is frowned upon. Most of us just laugh whenever we think about that silly rule, what else would we wear out to this club anyway? The club is dimly lit with big overstuffed couches arranged around a central dance floor. There is a DJ for music and it plays loud enough that conversation is a little difficult. The DJ only takes requests and it is expected that the girl who asked for the song would dance, with or without friends, for the others to watch.

When we heard the heavy beat of Rick James pounding from the speakers we looked to the dance floor. We watched Wendy and Agatha take to the floor. Agatha is six feet two, on heels, and a little over weight. She always dresses in black leather and is very dominant. Wendy is her submissive little partner. Agatha always dresses Wendy in an ultra short, light pink dress with lots of white lace trim. Underneath the skirt of the dress are lots of pettie coats and a pink garterbelt, pink stockings and see through pink panties. Agatha placed a chair in the middle of the dance floor and sat down as Wendy began to dance wildly around her, obviously trying to turn her on. She caressed herself until her sissy clit was beginning to stiffen. The music rose to a crescendo as Agatha pulled Wendy over her lap and spanked the daylights out of Wendy's panty covered ass. When the music stopped a sobbing Wendy was dumped from Agatha's lap onto her hands and knees on the dance floor. Agatha left Wendy alone on the floor for her to dance solo. As a tender love song began to play Wendy slowly, and gracefully rose to her feet and danced for us all. We could see the streaks left in her makeup by her tears and could see her half erect penis bouncing around in the silky pink panties. She danced without making any eye contact and when the music stopped she quietly left the floor and went straight to Agatha who shunned her in favor of the girl she was speaking to. After a moment we all went back to our conversations.

Later that evening, after many drinks and several potent joints, I was feeling very horney so I went back to the change room to slip into something a little more comfortable. Club Femme has a large change room with lockers for the patrons who aren't comfortable on the streets dressed as a woman. From my locker I selected a red satin and lace teddy. I removed all of my clothing except my red lace garter belt and black stockings and heels. I stepped into the teddy and pulled it up over my shaved body and stopped only for a moment to rub my soft dick with the slippery satin fabric then quickly put my hands through the spaghetti straps and slipped the garment into place. My breasts which were slightly more than a handful looked great in a bra but looked spectacular when they floated freely under loose fitting lingerie. The bottom of the teddy was cut high at the hips and it fit snugly in the crotch and across the butt. The top fit very loose and gave my tits room to move around. I checked myself in a full length mirror and touched up my lipstick. Just looking at myself in the mirror turned me on. I went back into the night club and to my satisfaction I was the center of attention.

I went up to the DJ's booth and requested a song. When AC/DC started crashing from the speakers I went into a very erotic dance routine. As I bounced around the dance floor my penis became erect and strained against the satin of the teddy. I strutted around making suggestive gestures to other pretty girls. Just as the song was about to end I stood in the middle of the dance floor and pretended to jack off in time with the music. I was the center of attention and I loved it!

The rest of that evening was a blur. I spent time with a number of friends in an intense session of necking and heavy petting on a couch in a corner of the club.

On Saturday I stayed in bed til three in the afternoon. I wanted to be sure that I was well rested for an important night out at the club. When I did finally get up I went into the bathroom and watched myself in the mirror as I slowly stripped off the bright blue baby doll nightie and matching panties that I had worn to bed. I was still wearing my makeup but not my wig. As always I got horney just looking at my self and to relieve the tension I jerked off into the blue panties I had just taken off. I drew myself a hot bubble bath, added a few bath oil beads and slipped into the perfumed water and relaxed. After a good wash and body shave I was ready for the next step in my preparations.

I sat down at my makeup dresser and began layering on my face. I started with a thick coat of base makeup that hid what was left of the shadow of my beard. Next came the eyebrow pencil and I put in graceful arches over where my real eye brows used to be. Then I applied black eye liner and shadow. I began with dark purple shadow on my eyelids followed by light pink above that. On top of the purple and pink I laid down a light dusting of white. I finished off my eyes with a heavy coat of mascara. I applied rouge to my cheeks, powdered my face lightly and finished with hot pink lipstick. I was done, and quite stunning, I might add. For this special evening I selected a blonde wig of straight cornsilk hair with thick bangs.

Before dressing I powdered my smooth body with perfumed after bath powder. Then I went to my lingerie dresser to select an outfit for the evening. I started with a beige garter belt and all shear beige stockings. I slid the stockings up my thigh and fastened them to the garters that hung down from the lacy, boned garter belt that lightly cinched up my already slim waist. Next I selected a beige underwire and lace bra that matched my garter belt. Thanks to the hormone injections my breasts filled the C cups nicely and the underwire provided enough support for a cleavage that most girls only dream of. I checked my self in the mirror adjusting this and straightening that then went to my panty drawer and pulled out a pair of flimsy, pastel pink panties with lace around the high cut leg openings. I stepped into them and pulled them up over my rounded hips and snugged my soft dick and balls into the silky crotch. Again I looked in the mirror and thought that the pink panties looked just right with the rest of my beige lingerie.

I looked at the clock and it was now six pm, still plenty of time. I opened a bottle of wine and put on some music and then relaxed on the couch while I buffed my press on nails to hot pink perfection. After a light salad for dinner, a girl has to watch her figure you know, I donned the rest of my gay apparel. I slid into a lacy, silky, pastel pink camisole that laced up at the front and pulled on a denim mini skirt that just barely covered my butt and left no doubt to the fact that I was wearing a garterbelt and stockings. I put on a rhinestone studded denim jacket and hot pink high heels. I looked like a total whore... Perfect! The final step was to give myself a warm , soapy water enema to douche my butt fresh as a daisy. I filled the soft douche bottle with warm soapy water, with a touch of perfume, lubed the head with a little lotion and inserted into my butt. With a firm squeeze I left the warm water rush up into me. I withdrew the douche and held it in as long as I could before letting is go. I repeated the procedure several times then rubbed some KY gel into my anus and inserted a butt plug. I was so turned on I had to masturbate to get my penis to rest at ease.

I checked the clock, it was now eight pm and time to leave so I grabbed my hot pink purse threw a few essentials into it, including a couple extra pair of panties, one pair white the other black, makeup, cash and tampons then headed down to street level to hail a cab.

Dressed like I was it took no time to get a cab. When I climbed into the back seat I let my short skirt ride higher so that the crotch of my panties was plainly visible. I told the driver where to go and proceeded to pretend to touch up my makeup while I watched the driver watch my pussy through the rear view mirror. I enjoy showing off so took full advantage of the situation. When the cabbie ran a red light, to a chorus of honking horns, I asked him if he was distracted for some reason then parted my knees another few inches to make sure he didn't put his attention back on the road. After a few more close calls we arrived at my destination and with a wink I paid the fare and gave him a hefty tip. That ought to keep him masturbating for a month I thought to myself as I walked into the plush hotel lobby and headed for the bar.

I stood at the entrance to the bar and one by one the men in the room noticed me and stopped what they were doing to get a look at me. I surveyed the room and saw Pam and Donna waiting for me as we had arranged. To make sure everyone knew I was there I called "Yoo-hoo!" across the bar then flounced over to their table and dropped into the booth. I ignored the rest of the room, even though I could feel their eyes burning into us, and I greeted Donna with a kiss on the cheek.

Donna's real name is Mike and she works as a broker in the same firm as I do and Pam's real name is Harvey and she is articling at a prestigious law firm. Now allow me to introduce myself. My name is Desiree and I work as a stock broker for a new and aggressive firm on Wall Street. I think most of the guys at the firm know that Donna and I are different but it doesn't seem to matter nearly as much as results do. Besides the senior partner enjoys having his two favorite panty boys on the side once a month.

Each of the three of us was stunning and unless you saw us without our panties you couldn't tell that we weren't women. Pam was wearing her Brunette wig and dressed in all black and lots of leather. She wore black fish net stockings tucked into her platform soled go-go boots that came to just above the knee. Her hose were held up by a black lace garter belt. She wore a matching Black lace and underwire bustier with a short, black leather jacket and a short leather skirt with a zipper in the front, and another in the back, that went from waist band to hem. The zippers in the short mini skirt were undone just high enough, in both front and back, to give a flash of her pure white silk panties. Donna was a Red Head this night and she wore a red strapless party dress. Underneath she wore a Red strapless bustier and a red satin garterbelt with shear black line hose and bright red high heel pumps. Her panties were shiny black satin. The dress was crimson velvet with a wide red satin collar that encircled her shoulders. The waist of the dress was high and the skirt full and pleated and it puffed out nicely thanks to the white crinoline which rustled sexily when she walked. The hem of the skirt was short and just revealed the garters which held her stockings high on her thigh.

The girls and I talked and laughed while we drank the drinks that arrived every few minutes. We nodded and smiled at our admirers every time another round was set before us. And each time one or two approached our table to try their luck with the Brunette, the Red Head and the Blonde (yours truly). Each time we invited them to join us and made small talk and lots of eye contact. Just when they thought they were getting somewhere with us we turned the tables on them and humiliated them by debating openly how small we all thought his penis was. Finally the guy(s) would get the hint and slink off. But the drinks kept coming and they kept coming to us as lemmings to the sea. By 10 PM we had worn out our welcome and so with a pleasant buzz going we were on our way to the club.

Inside the club everyone was dressed as sleazy as my friends and I. The heavy beat of the music filled the dance floor where lots of casual groping and kissing was taking place. No one danced particularly with anyone we all just danced together. The excitement in the air was electric and everyone was in a festive mood. The club manager, a TV in his fifties, milled through the pantied throng and gave out tokens to only the sexiest and sleaziest girls. The tokens were your entry into the competition to join the agency. Pam, Donna and I all received tokens along with thirteen other girls.

Precisely at midnight the judges arrived and were ushered to a reserved table beside the dance floor. Disappointment crossed the faces o most girls as they realized the judges were now here and that they had not been chosen for the competition. They looked like business men in their late forties and early fifties. They were all very masculine and wore very expensive suites. They were served drinks and had a quick conference before the contest began. The DJ acted as the MC and requested that all contestants move to the dance floor. I stood up and dropped my denim mini skirt to the floor and strutted onto the dance floor. All of us contestants were so excited. We stood nervously, occasionally hugging one an other as we waited for it to get started.

One of the men at the judges table, he looked the oldest with silver grey hair that matched his suit, picked up a mike from the table in front of him and stood up to address us girls. He cleared his throat then spoke into the mike.

"Before we begin tonight's competition I will explain the rules. First, you will do exactly as you are told or you will be disqualified. Second, you will not speak unless requested to do so, or you will be disqualified. Third, if you are selected for one of the three vacancies..." There was a murmur of excitement from the group of us when we heard that there were three positions. He stopped speaking and leveled his steely glare on us. "You!" He pointed in my direction.

"Me sir?" I said as sweetly as I could.

"No, the slut behind you." He was pointing at Pam.

She moved forward and looked at the floor. "Yes sir?"

"Come here."

She tiptoed towards the table. He commanded her to bend over the table. The man at the end closest to her pulled out a table tennis paddle and moved around to face Pam's bottom. He unzipped the leather skirt and pulled it from her waist leaving her white panty covered ass fully exposed. Then the muscular suit clad man proceeded to gently caress Pam's butt and sissy clit until she was nearly erect at which point he hauled off and spanked her good and hard with the paddle. Each whack came with an accompanying smacking sound and a moan of pain from Pam. After fifteen or twenty whacks he stopped and went back to his seat. Pam just stood there bent over the judges table sobbing from the whipping she had just taken. I looked at her and felt a mixture of horror and horney wondering what I had gotten myself into. The man with the Mike continued.

"...That is rule number four. When you are disqualified you will be beaten and kicked out of the competition. She spoke out of turn now she is disqualified." He looked towards the bar. "Would someone please come and remove this disgusting, sobbing slut from my sight." Pam was helped back to the table before he continued. "Now where were we... Ahh yes. Rule number three. I you are selected for one of our three vacancies you will give your life to us. You will cease to exist, you will disappear without a trace and you will sign a contract stating such and that you agree to be bound by it." He paused to let it sink in and I was beginning to have second thoughts. All I had to do was speak out of turn and I would be off the hook. But I could do that anytime so I decided to play along. "Rule number four, we've already covered and provided a demonstration. That about covers the rules. Now here is what is going to happen to you if you are selected. You will be taken directly to our TV whorehouse in Las Vegas. There you will be pampered and primped into the most feminine men in the world. You will perform on stage in a musical review and you will serve our wealthy clientele. Basically you will be a kept woman and you will fuck and suck whomever you are told to fuck and suck. After your usable life as a TV whore is finished we'll pay for you to have a sex change operation and set you up in a mobile home park along with other retirees with a modest pension. It is a gated compound where you will be cared for as long as you live. This, too, is in the contract. If any of you want out now just say so and you can have your beating and go back to your table. Two of the others spoke up then lined up in front of the judges table where their silk covered bottoms were severely reddened by the executioner.

Now there were just twelve of us left to fill the three positions. After hearing about it I was sure I wanted one of those spots. Donna and I held hands and gave each other a nervous smile.

"OK ladies, the first competition is the negligee competition." The DJ's voice boomed over the sound system. "Please walk single file back to the change room where you will be outfitted." I did as I was told and walked as sensuously as I could.

In the change room we were all helped into an identical outfit. A sheer white baby doll with lace trim, underwire support and matching G-String which flossed our butts. We were all fitted with gold lamme, platform sandals which had straps that criss cross up our lower leg to be tied just behind the knee. Makeup artists touched up our faces and we were sent out under the glare of spotlights to parade around the nightclub. I acted horney and played it for all I was worth. Some of the other girls did likewise and some of the girls looked tentative. After about five minutes the DJ ordered us to line up on the dance floor in front of the judges. One at a time we were commanded to step forward twirl and step back into line. After we had all been scrutinized by the judges they conferred on their choices and sent the executioner up to the floor. He walked up and down the line behind us and looked over at the other judges for his cue. A nod of the head and the slut was spared, a shake of the head and he tapped the girl on the shoulder and said. "This sissy slut has been disqualified." In a loud voice for all to hear. He then told her to assume the position on the dance floor railing in front of the judges. Three more disqualified and disappointed TV sluts did as they were told and hung onto the railing and bent over at the waist. Three smooth white butts were lined up with only the G-String elastic disappearing into their crack. He took out hand cuffs and cuffed all three to the railing then beat their asses until they were bright red. When he was finished he left them sobbing and cuffed to the rail.

"Ladies the next competition is the panty and bra competition. Please go back to the dressing room now. I was so horney I no longer had to act sensuous, I was sensuous. The nine of us who were left were all obviously totally into the competition.

Back in the change room we each were helped into an identical bra and panty set. The bra was made of stretch black lace with demi cups and underwire. It fit very snugly and our breasts were positioned to have our nipples peeking out and to create as much cleavage as possible. The panties were made of the same stretch lace fabric and were the thong type. They were pulled up high on our hips. The gold lamme slippers were replaced by black patent leather pumps with steel spike heels. I looked at the other girls and was confident I would not be disqualified. My tits were bigger and better shaped than most and my strict diet and exercise program gave me a trim waist and well rounded hips. Once again we were paraded out and lined up on stage. The three disqualified in the last round were still bound to the rail and had obviously undergone more punishment for they were sobbing again. The nine of us stood motionless as the executioner strutted behind us. Three more girls were disqualified and cuffed to the railing where all six received a beating with the paddle.

The six of us that remained were sent back to the change room again where we were helped into matching teddies. They were light pink with lots of lace and each of us was fitted with a hot pink patent leather belt to cinch up our waists. We slipped our feet into fuzzy pink high heeled slippers and then went back into the club to be put back on display. The teddy had a thong back that was snugged right up to my asshole and it gently caressed my love canal as I walked. This made me feel all the more sexy.

On the dance floor I felt so giddy I thought I might swoon, but somehow I managed to maintain my self control. The six of us knew that three of us would get a beating and the other three the dream TV life. The judges conferred long and made us wait. I was so horney and so excited I couldn't stop shivering. One of the judges saw me shudder and I gave him a sensuous smile. With no indication of what he thought of me he turned his attention back to the conference. All I could do was stand there shifting my weight from foot to foot to feel the snaps in the crotch of the teddy rubbing gently on my anus as I looked at the six reddened bottoms lined up in front of me. At last the executioner came up onto the dance floor. Before he made his final selection he went down the line of disqualified contestants and paddled their butts once more. He walked up and down behind us and he touched the girl next to me and the girl at either end of the line. I had WON! Donna had won too and the third girl was a Puerto Rican girl named Rosa.

The final three disqualifications were lined up and lashed to the railing then all nine were paddled. The girls that were disqualified from the first round screamed in agony as each swat of the paddle smacked their bruised butts. Their final humiliation for being disqualified came over the sound system. The DJ invited the waiters up to the stage to take their pleasure with the losers. They needed no encouragement and all twenty of them bounded onto the stage and began ripping out the crotches on their panties, teddies and G-Strings. Music thundered out of the speakers while each of the losers were butt fucked by two or three muscular, horney waiters. Us three winners danced together and all the girls in the nightclub that night crowded close to the stage and applauded in time with the music and shouted catcalls to us winners and to the losers who were being screwed. This went on for more than an hour when one by one the waiters went back to work. At which point handlers quickly came up and wrapped us in mink stoles and whisked us three out of the nightclub via the back door and into a waiting limo. That was the moment my life changed for good.

Inside the limo chilled champagne was waiting and we toasted our new life. All three of us were scared to death and horney as hell. That's when the sedative in the champagne kicked in and we passed out.

When I came too Rosa and Pam were already awake and talking. All three of us were stark naked, washed and shaved. The room had no windows and was decorated with a very feminine flare. There were three dressers, three beds, three separate on-suite baths, three closets and a seating area with overstuffed couch and chair arranged in front of a fireplace. On the coffee table were fashion magazines and lingerie catalogs. The only door out was securely locked. High in the corner of the room was a video camera which seemed to follow our movements, it's little red light flashing all the time. We didn't know what day or time it was or where we were or how we got there. The dressers were all filled with pretty lingerie and the bathrooms were fully stocked with makeup and other feminine products.

Rosa went to one of the dressers and said. "I'm going to get dressed! Come on what are you waiting for!" I remembered the punishment handed out at the night club the night before, or whenever, and decided to wait. Donna sided with me and we sat on the couch and waited. Rosa got all dolled up in pastel blue panties, bra, garterbelt and stockings then went into one of the bathrooms to put on makeup and a wig. Then Rosa went to the closed and selected a pair of dark blue highheels and put on a sheer white bed jacket. "Come on you chickens, they want us to dress up..." She was interrupted by a group of three men who came through the door. They wore tight white T-shirts and tight white slacks and white tennis shoes and each was armed with a table tennis paddle. They manhandled Rosa face down onto her bed and tied her wrists and ankles to the bed posts. They proceeded to wollup the daylights out of her ass. They left as quickly and silently as they came and left Rosa tied to the bed.

A voice came over a PA system. "Excellent. The two of you remembered the rules. You now will get dressed and relax until dinner. Pick out something slutty to wear. And, Rosa, you will not be dining with us tonight. Instead you will be tied up in the kennel and fed dog food. Thank you."

I could hardly believe it. I knew then that my every fantasy was going to come true.

© 1998 Lacie & Michelle Johnson